Navigating the teenage years is often challenging. My situation became significantly more difficult six months ago when my father left to be with someone nearly my own age, and now my mother is behaving irresponsibly. An eighteen-year-old’s complaints about a parent acting younger might seem trivial, and I understand it’s her life. However, her choices directly affect me, making it impossible to simply ignore.
Even before my dad left, contributing to household tasks was a given. Taking on my older sister’s laundry-folding duty after she left for college was just part of the deal. While I wasn’t responsible for washing or putting away the laundry (except my own, naturally), I was in charge of folding and sorting it. Bathroom cleaning and maintaining the tidiness of my own room were also on my list of responsibilities. Mowing the lawn was another task, though I didn’t always dislike it.
On fortunate occasions, Mrs. Anderson, my neighbour, would be sunbathing on a sunny Saturday afternoon in her black bikini. I sometimes suspected she timed her sunbathing sessions to coincide with my lawn mowing, intentionally teasing me. She often untied the bikini strings, creating the illusion that it could slip off her oiled body with the slightest movement. Sometimes, I would have to pause my work, retreat to my room, and relieve myself while watching her from the window. But that’s a different story entirely. My point is, I was complaining about life.
It seemed like my mother was behaving in a childish manner, or perhaps she was just trying too hard to appear young. She was 44 years old, yet she dressed and carried herself like she was in her early twenties. This included staying out late with her friends and returning home intoxicated, as well as displaying immature behavior.
Additionally, her wardrobe underwent a significant transformation. She no longer wore the conservative skirts and blouses she used to wear to work, and instead opted for extremely short skirts, figure-hugging shirts, and form-fitting dresses, along with extremely skimpy and revealing underwear. Since I was the one who had to fold her laundry, I was well aware of her choice of clothing.
Just the other day, she bent over to pick up her keys and her short skirt rode up so high that I could clearly see the nearly transparent, white thong she was wearing. For a brief moment, I wondered who she was trying to impress with her revealing outfit at her workplace.
If it didn’t affect me personally, I wouldn’t feel the need to voice my concerns, but it did. My social standing in high school wasn’t exactly high; I was, to put it mildly, a geek. Friday nights often found me dateless. While I had the occasional girlfriend, I was still a virgin as graduation approached, and the prospect of starting college in a few weeks as one loomed large.
Multiple voices drifted up from downstairs, prompting me to leave my bed. It wasn’t unusual to hear my mom up at one in the morning on a Friday, but the sound of a man arguing with her definitely was. I descended the stairs in my pyjama pants and discovered a man holding my mom against the wall, their argument cantered around money.
“You need to pay the cleaning fee!” the man exclaimed. As I got closer, I realized he wasn’t pinning her as I initially feared, but rather supporting her to prevent her from falling.
“Nooooo!” my mother wailed, her words thick with alcohol.
“What’s happening?” I asked, concerned.
“Edddddie!” she slurred, her voice indistinct.
“This woman right here vomited in my car,” a man’s voice declared, “and she needs to approve the cleaning charge.”
“Mom!? You threw up in someone’s car?” I exclaimed, surprised.
“Perhaps just a touch,” she admitted, beginning to slump against the wall, only to be righted by the man.
“I’m her Uber driver. Her date asked me to ensure she made it safely inside. Unfortunately, she got sick in my car on the way. The cleaning will cost one hundred and fifty dollars.”
I descended the final three steps, shaking my head and scowling. Snatching her purse, I rummaged for her wallet. I yanked out her card and held it out for the driver to scan with his device, all while Mom slowly slumped down the wall, finally ending up seated on the floor. After authorizing the charge, I tossed the card back into her wallet and carried the purse and wallet to the living room table. The Uber driver departed, quietly closing the door behind him.
Upon glancing backward, I found my mother seated on the floor, her legs spread out, with her cream-colored dress bunched up around her waist. Although I had seen numerous images of female genitalia on the computer, this was the first time I had laid eyes on my mother’s bare and clean-shaven pubic region. The grayish-hued inner labia were partially exposed, revealing some of her pinkish depths. Moreover, her ample bosom was far more noticeable through her thin, strapless, cream-colored top than I had ever seen before. Her nipples were prominently visible, and the darker pigmentation of her areolas was slightly discernible through the light-colored material.
I walked back over to my mom and asked, concerned, “Mom, where’s your underwear?”
“I took them off!” she replied with a mischievous grin. “Some charming cowboy swept me away and gave me a ride. It felt only right to show him a little appreciation!”
“Jesus, you’re so drunk,” I muttered, straddling her legs and reaching down to help her up.
“And you’ve got a hard-on!” she exclaimed, grabbing at my erection through my pajama pants.
“Come on, Mom. Let’s get you upstairs,” I said, trying to ignore her comment.
“Damn, Eddie. When did you get so big?” she asked, pulling my pyjama pants down, freeing my erection instead of helping me get her up.
“Good heavens, Mom!” I exclaimed, startled. I released her abruptly, taking a step back as I fumbled to pull up my pajama pants, which seemed determined to slip further down.
“You’re right,” she slurred, nodding with a clear lack of sobriety. “Shouldn’t have done that.”
I moved back towards her and assisted her to her feet, this time with her offering some real help in the effort. I put my arm around her and guided her toward the staircase. She stopped at the base of the stairs to kick off her high heels, leaving them abandoned on the floor. I then helped her ascend each step. “Seriously, Mom, you reek of vomit.”
“I might have been a little sick,” she admitted. “Maybe I need a shower before I climb into bed.”
“Probably wise,” I replied, and we proceeded upstairs. I assisted her to her room, switched on the light, and guided her to the bathroom doorway. Halting, I allowed her to support herself against the frame while I illuminated the bathroom.
“Perhaps you should start the water,” she suggested, slowly sinking down the doorframe until she sat on the floor once more.
“Perhaps I should,” I concurred, gazing down at her. I approached the walk-in shower, attempting to reach the handle from outside the glass door. Finding it just beyond my reach, I had to step partially into the shower stall to turn it on, quickly retreating to avoid getting my pyjamas wet. Adjusting the temperature proved more challenging. I hiked up the legs of my pyjamas as high as possible and stepped fully into the stall. I shook my head at my own foolishness, then released one leg to adjust the handle, instantly soaking the right leg of my pyjamas.
I exited the stall and approached my mother, who was again sitting on the floor with her legs spread. “Come on, let’s get you up,” I said.
“Awwwww, my poor baby got wet!” she exclaimed as I stepped over her, reaching down to help her up.
“It’s just water. No big deal,” I replied.
“It is!” she insisted, grabbing my wet pajama pants and pulling them down as far as my spread legs would allow, exposing my erection. “Ohhhhhhh. You have such a hard dick. Have you been dreaming about girls again?”
“Come on Mom,” I said, trying to pull her up.
“All right,” she groaned, pushing herself up. My pajama pants slid down my legs as I shifted my feet to help her stand. “You better unzip me.”
“Unzip you?” I asked, my heart racing.
“This dress is ridiculous. Surely you don’t expect me to shower in it, do you?”
“No, but… well…”
“What is it? Are you uncomfortable seeing your own mother in her underwear?” she teased, turning slightly so I could reach the zipper of her dress.
“Mom, you’re not wearing any.”
“Ooooooops. My mistake,” she slurred with a giggle. “Then I suppose you’re about to see everything.”
“Mom…”
“Shhh. Just unzip me. You’re a grown man. I’m sure you’ve seen naked women before. Just imagine I’m your girlfriend.”
I shook my head, assisting her to stand with one hand while the other unzipped her dress. The dress slid down her body in a swift motion, and she turned, placing her back against the door frame. She stepped out of the dress, nudging it aside with her foot, now completely nude. “There,” she said. “See? Not so bad, is it?”
“No, not so bad,” I agreed, the head of my erection making contact with her shaved mons. Her breasts appeared incredibly large. I knew from folding her bras that they were a size thirty-eight triple D, but their actual size in person was striking. Each breast, easily the size of a small melon, hung only slightly, with dark pink, puckered areolas prominently displayed. I imagined that each breast would easily fill a good portion of my palm if I were to cup it. Her nipples were noticeably thick, about the size of my pinky finger, and protruded slightly. The sight of her breasts intensified my arousal as I gazed at them for the first time.
“Are you going to assist me to the shower, or simply gawk at my breasts?”
I shed my pajama pants, which were already slipping down, and allowed her to loop an arm around my shoulders. Pressing her hip against mine, I guided her across the bathroom to the shower. She entered, tugging me along despite my resistance.
“Come now, help your mother shower. You wouldn’t want me to fall, would you?”
“No,” I mumbled, surrendering to her pull into the shower and under the water. She turned to face me, pressing her body intimately against mine, encircling me in a close embrace.
“Mmmmmmm, you feel so nice against me,” she cooed softly, rocking her hips so that my hard cock slid against her bare, wet skin. “It’s been far too long since a man held me like this.”
“Come on Mom, let’s get you in the shower,” I insisted.
She sighed, turning in my arms to press her back against my chest. “Okay, if you insist. Just hold me up and I’ll take care of the rest,” she said breathily. Her butt nestled against my trapped, throbbing erection as I wrapped my arms around her waist, holding her against me so she wouldn’t lose her balance.
“That must be quite uncomfortable,” she said, her delicate hand slipping between our bodies to wrap around my stiff cock. She pushed it down, pulling her curvy form from mine slightly, freeing it to slide between her parted thighs. Oddly, I didn’t find its original position that bothersome, but now I experienced a whole new level of discomfort – my engorged tip felt like it was poking right through the gap between her thighs to emerge in front of her.
I could feel the scorching heat of her pussy rubbing along my shaft as she shifted herself, soaping her body. Her hands glided down her voluptuous figure from her ample, round breasts to her crotch, lathering her pussy and my dick simultaneously. Her slender fingers stroked beneath my shaft, teasing it with whispered caresses.
“Ohhhhhh, it seems someone is getting extremely aroused,” she purred, continuing to rub my cock in a way it never had been before. I couldn’t help but gently rock my hips in time with her motions, sliding my dick between her thighs, her nimble fingers guiding me to press against her slick folds.
“Ohhhhhhh,” I let out an ecstatic groan as she began rocking her hips in perfect sync with mine, causing her plump pussy lips to slide forward and fully encircle my rock-hard glans. With every undulation, I could detect what I believed to be her engorged clitoris rubbing deliciously along the underside of my engorged shaft, our bodies working in tandem as we stood entwined in the warm, sensual shower, steadily building towards a shattering mutual climax.
“Oh God. Ohhhh God. Ohhhhhhh God yes!” she cried out, her voice quivering with pleasure as her shapely body began to tremble and quake in my passionately embracing arms. Her enthusiastic reaction only spurred me to pump my hips with even greater urgency, relishing the feel of her hot, slick nectar flowing freely over my throbbing manhood and dripping down my pulsing shaft. In my lust-addled mind, I envisioned plunging my rigid cock deep inside her tight, dripping channel, each forceful thrust causing her inner walls to clench and ripple around my thickness as I drew ever closer to the brink of explosive orgasm.
“Uhhhh!” I grunted savagely as my body jerked and spasmed, the backs of my thighs slapping forcibly against the supple globes of her ass while my chest crushed against her bare back. Wave after wave of electrifying bliss surged through my veins as I felt a copious flood of thick, potent semen erupt from the tip of my throbbing erection, my mind reeling with the sensation of pumping shot after shot of my hot essence deep into her spasming pussy. Breathing heavily, we stood transfixed in the steamy shower, my shrinking dick still nestled between her thighs, the last vestiges of my release dripping onto the tiled floor.
“Ohhhhhh, that’s it sweetie. Did that feel good for you? It felt absolutely wonderful for mommy too. Coming so hard on your big, fat, hard cock. Could you feel me coming all over you? Could you feel the intense climax that you gave your mommy?” she purred contentedly, her hips still undulating sensually.
“Uh huh,” I breathed in response, my spent dick softening further between her silky thighs as I wrapped my arms around her curvy waist and held her close.
When my member had subsided, she turned in my embrace once more and pressed her lips to mine in a long, soft, erotic kiss that had my manhood quickly stiffening again before it concluded.
“That’s my baby boy,” she whispered. “Not so much of a baby anymore, but a lot more of a man now, you actually have a good cock. It felt so good, honey.”
“I think we should get you to bed,” I whispered back, filled with uncertainty yet deep satisfaction about what had just transpired between us. I reached over to turn off the running water in the shower. She remained pressed intimately against me, her bare breasts hugging my chest as I carefully backed us out of the steamy enclosure, not wanting to break our embrace. Still entwined, her arms wrapped around my back as I tried to dry her off with a towel, holding us together. My mind reeled, struggling to process that I had given my virginity to my own mother.
“Someone’s getting hard again,” she whispered as I felt her thighs close around my again hardening dick. She pulled me backwards, pulling me along out of the bathroom and towards the bed. She pulled us until she was against the bed and then fell back, pulling me down on top of her, well halfway at least. She leg go of me and scooted herself onto the bed further.
She reached for my arms and pulled me onto the bed with her, pulling me on top of her. I could feel my hard cock press between her legs, this time my engorged head pressing right between her lips.
“Mmmmm. You know, you’re the man of the house. I suppose that entitles you to this too,” she cooed softly. “If you want it, you can. Just push it right in. Let me feel how big and strong you are. Let me feel your hard cock sinking into me.”
As much as I wanted to, as badly as I’d wanted to fuck a real pussy, there was something in the back of my mind that said this wasn’t right. Not only was she my mom, but she was drunk, and I didn’t figure that she’d ever do this sober. All that stupid sexual assault stuff came back to me. I’d never do this to a girl I was dating, so why would I do it to my mom. I shook my head and kissed her on the cheek. “You’re way to drunk Mom. Get some sleep.” Then I pushed off her body and walked from the room, turning the light off.
I went back to my room, still naked, and laid down in the dark. Within moments I was stroking myself off, thinking about how it felt to have my dick between her thighs.
“Morning sweetie,” Mom said as she walked into the family room and dropped heavily onto the sofa near me.
“Morning Mom,” I answered.
“God, I am so hung over,” she groaned, leaning back and closing her eyes again.
I looked over at her, seeing the hardness of her nipples pushing the t-shirt material out, most of her long sexy legs showing from the floppy gray shorts. “You were pretty drunk last night,” I answered.
Without opening her eyes, she softly asked, “Did I do anything in-appropriate last night?”
“Inappropriate? Why would you ask that?” I asked quickly, wondering if I answered too quickly when she turned her head to look at me.
“Because I found a wet pair of your pajamas on my bathroom floor next to the dress I wore last night.”
“Oh, that. Well, you were pretty drunk, and you threw up on yourself. You wanted to shower before you went to bed.”
“I did. And…” she said expectantly.
“I just had to help you into the shower, that’s all,” I answered, no longer looking at her, but the TV.
“Um. So, I noticed that my bra and underwear were missing. I don’t suppose I kept those on while you helped me in the shower?”
“Uh. No. You didn’t come home with any on. In fact, you didn’t come home with them at all.”
“Oh my God,” she groaned softly. “I’d hoped it was a dream.”
“What was?”
“Getting half naked at that club and letting that cowboy fuck me in the back corner.”
“From what you said, it wasn’t a dream,” I answered.
“I told you about that?”
“Uh huh. Right after the Uber driver left.”
“And that’s when I asked you to undress me and help me into the shower?”
“More or less.”
“So, you saw me naked? Like completely naked, not even my underwear?” she asked quietly.
“You didn’t give me much choice.”
“And you took your pjs off?”
“Actually, you did that, while I was trying to help you up from the floor.”
“Oh God,” she groaned. “I’m so sorry sweetie. Really, I am. Did I do anything else I should apologize for?”
I thought about telling her about her jacking me off in the shower and the offer to have me fuck her, but decided she was already embarrassed enough as it was. “No. That pretty much summed it up.”
“God, I’m so sorry sweetie. I guess I had a little too much to drink. It’s not an excuse, but…I’m sorry. I don’t expect you planned on ending up either naked or seeing your mom naked when you went to bed last night. I’m sorry I embarrassed you.”
“It’s fine. I just did what needed to be done to take care of you.”
She leaned over and gently stroked my cheek. “And you try so hard to take care of me. Sometime I’m going to have to find a way to make you understand how much I love what you do for me. How much I do care and appreciate it.”
“It’s fine,” I answered, blushing as I felt my dick suddenly growing in my shorts as she leaned over towards me. I stared at the TV, not trusting myself to look at her, and see her hard nipples and make my hard-on even worse. I hoped she didn’t see.
She leaned over further and kissed me on the cheek. “Well, thank you again anyway,” she whispered before she pushed herself up and walked out of the room.
I sat there for at least five minutes, trying to will my dick back down and then gave up. I walked up the stairs, heading for my room, intending to give my hard-on relief. I paused in the hallway, listening. I could hear a soft humming noise and turned towards it. It was coming from my mom’s room. I stepped towards the door which stood open a couple inches, apparently having not latched closed all the way. I peeked into the room and saw her laying on the bed, completely naked, a silver vibrator pushing in and out of her spread pussy. Her feet were pulled towards her butt and her knees spread wide apart, leaving her pussy completely exposed. Her hand slowly pushed the vibrator in and out of her pussy while her other hand moved from tit to tit, squeezing and pulling her nipples, trying to stretch them from her boobs before letting them snap back into place.
I couldn’t help myself, and in moments I had my shorts pushed down, my hard cock out in my hand, stroking myself in time with the strokes of her vibrator. It was funny. Until last night I hadn’t even thought about my mom looking sexy, now it seemed like I couldn’t get the thought out of my head. I could practically feel her pussy sliding along my shaft, her soapy fingers teasing under my shaft and head as I stroked between her thighs. I imagined my dick sliding in and out of her pussy as I watched the vibrator do just that, slide in and out as it teased her closer and closer to orgasm. She suddenly pulled the vibrator from her, dropping it between her legs to free her fingers. She rubbed her fingers back and forth across her clit rapidly, almost furiously as she arched her back, pushing her pussy towards me. “FUCK!” she cried as her pussy suddenly fountained a stream of liquid into the air. Her body seemed to convulse and send another stream into the air towards me, the wet stream landing on the towel from the night before.
“Oh fuck,” I grunted quietly as my own cock suddenly surged and spewed a streamer of cum towards the crack in the doorway. Over and over my body jerked, watching her rapidly frigging her fingers across herself, making her squirt that streamer of liquid three more times before she lay there, looking like she’d exhausted herself.
I slipped out of my shorts and wiped the cum I could from her door, realizing that some of it had shot through the gap, but also knowing there wasn’t anything I could do about that. I crept back to my room and laid down, panting and replaying the view in my mind.
—o—
It was just after lunch when I decided to do my dreaded Saturday chore. I hated mowing and weed-eating the yard, but it had to be done and this had been my chore since I was old enough to safely run the mower. I dug the mower out and noticed that mom was over talking to Mrs. Anderson. When I started the mower, both of them looked over towards me. I pushed the mower to the side of the house and started to run it up and down the side and the front of the house, quickly knocking out the front and side yard, leaving the much bigger backyard to go. By the time I got started on the back, I couldn’t help but notice that Mrs. Anderson was laying out on a reclining lawn chair in a tiny white bikini not fifty feet from where I was working. Each time I walked the square around the yard, I was treated to several long seconds of being able to look at her without looking like I was. She was younger than mom by at least ten years and had a pretty damn hot looking body. Her boobs weren’t nearly as big as mom’s, but then not many women’s were.
I was about halfway done when I noticed she’d untied the strings of her top, leaving the white triangles laying on her chest with the strings all pulled into a little pile on the triangles, presumably so she didn’t get tan lines. Half a dozen circuits around the yard and I noticed that she was spreading more lotion on her chest. She picked up one triangle and used her hand to spread lotion over her whole breast, including her now exposed areola and nipple. I tried not to look like I was looking but I couldn’t help but stop to wipe sweat from my face and watch as she lifted the second triangle and spread lotion on that breast and nipple, making my shorts tent out as I grew harder by the second. As she settled the second triangle back in place to cover her nipple, I turned the mower to start the next circuit. As I walked around the yard and the square that kept growing smaller, I kept looking back over at her. She had to know I was watching, but that didn’t stop her from spreading her knees and pushing her hand down into the tiny white bikini bottom. I could see her fingers moving under the material, most definitely playing with her pussy, right there in the backyard in front of me. I couldn’t help but stand there and stare, thinking about what she’d look like naked, thinking about what would happen if I walked over there and took that bikini top right off her chest.
I was still standing there staring, the mower having shut off when I let go of the handle, as she arched her back, her top slipping all the way off and landing in the grass beside her. She seemed not to care as she groaned and then moved her other hand to her chest, grabbing and squeezing one of her breasts. “FUCK!” I heard her gasp as she went rigid, her body trembling slightly for long seconds before she slowly relaxed back onto the chair.
She sat up, looking right at me, and then bent over to pick up her top, her tits hanging down below her chest, wiggling side to side as she rolled off the chair. She straightened up, and covered her bare breasts with one arm, walking towards me with the white bikini top in her hand. I stood there, staring at her until she was less than a foot from me.
“Eddie. Would you mind helping me? It seems my top came off.”
“Uh. Um. Sure,” I answered awkwardly as she held it up between us. I took the top, expecting her to turn around so I could tie the strings behind her, but instead she just dropped her arm, letting me see her now naked tits completely only inches from me.
“I was talking to your mom earlier,” she said softly as I stood trying to untangle the bikini top strings.
“Yeah?” I asked as I finally sorted it out and placed the triangles on her tits, reaching behind her neck to tie the first bow.
“Uh huh. She was saying that she had a bit too much to drink last night and you helped her out?” she asked as her fingers teased across my bare stomach, teasing into the elastic waistband of my athletic shorts.
“Um. Yeah. She needed a little help last night,” I said, having trouble catching my breath for some reason.
“That was nice of you. She wished she could think of some way to thank you for being so sweet,” she said as she pushed the front of my shorts down hooking her fingers into the waistband of my boxers and pushing them down until she had them hooked under my balls, my rock-hard cock sticking out at her. She wrapped both hands around it and slowly stroked it while I did my best to tie the string around her back.
“There,” I gulped.
“Uh uh. I’m not all covered yet. Don’t you want to fix it all the way? Just slide your hand into the material and cup my breast and then help it settle in place.”
“Uh. S.s.s.sure,” I stammered nervously as she slowly stroked both hands along the length of my cock, one hand sliding all the way over my engorged mushroom head. I slipped one hand between her bare breast and the bikini top, cupping her breast and gently squeezing the soft mound before gently sliding my hand out while teasing the material in place with my other hand. I switched hands and did it again with her other breast, feeling her hard nipple press against my palm as I squeezed it.
“Mmmmmm, I like having my tits played with. I hope it didn’t bother you when it fell off, but I just wasn’t in a position to put it back on just then.”
“Uh. No. I…I guess not.”
“Were you watching me? Watching me slide a finger in and out of my pussy?” she whispered, stepping closer now, her hand barely having room to slide up and down my dick. “Wanna know what I was thinking about?”
“Uhhhhh. Um. Sure.”
“I was thinking about you walking over there and taking my bikini all the way off, leaving me completely naked, and then sticking this big, fat hard dick into my pussy. Would you like to do that? Would you like to stick this dick into my pussy some time?”
“Uhhhh. Um. Yeah. I would,” I said, barely able to catch my breath.
“It’s kind of hot out here, isn’t it? Would you like to help me cool off?”
“Uh, sure,” I answered.
She grinned and pulled away, still holding my dick with one hand, pulling me along with her like it was a handle. She led me back to her backyard, and then along the back of the house. She stopped at some bushes and then let go of my dick. “Don’t go away.”
“Uh. No,” I said nervously as she stepped between the tall bushes and the back of the house. She bent over, pushing her butt out at me as she bent to turn the water for the hose on. She bent a little further and then straightened up, holding the hose nozzle. She sprayed some water from the hose until the hot water trapped in the hose was all gone and it was spraying cool water.
She turned to me with the hose spraying a fine mist and then handed me the hose. “You know. No one can see us here,” she said in a whisper, “if you wanted to do something.”
“Something?”
“Let’s start by getting me wet. I’m really warm.”
“Sure,” I answered, moving the hose to gently move the fine spray around her body. I couldn’t help but notice that as the bikini absorbed the water it became less and less opaque, until it was nearly see- through, both top and bottom. While I was doing that, she’d moved her hands back to my dick and was stroking it slowly.
“Are you ready to make love to a woman?” she whispered.
“I’ve messed around some with a few girls.”
“I’m not talking messed around with, I’m talking pushing this into a real woman. Feel your cum pumping into a real pussy.”
“Uh. Um. I guess so,” I admitted with a little embarrassment.
“Ohhhhh. You guess so, or you are? Would you like to feel what it’s like to be inside a hot wet pussy? Feel what it’s like to stroke your big hard dick in and out of a pussy?”
“Actually, I would.”
“Would you like to make me your first? To come inside me? I know you’ve been watching me for a long time. I know that sometimes you go to your room and jack off looking down at me. Probably thinking about walking out into the yard and pulling my swimsuit off and fucking me. That’s about right, isn’t it?”
“Sometimes,” I admitted.
She took her hands from my dick and pushed the bikini bottom down, exposing the neatly trimmed triangle of nearly black curls on her mound and her otherwise bare pussy lips. She turned around, facing away from me and bent over, pushing her ass at me. She pushed the bikini bottom down further and then stayed bent over before me. “Now’s your chance. Just push it right into me,” she coaxed, holding her own knees and looking back at me. “It’s alright. I know you want to. You’ve fantasized about it. Now’s your chance.”
“You sure?” I asked even as I moved to press my head against her lips.
“I am. Fill me up. Just push it in and let me feel how big and fat you are.” I leaned forward, grabbing my dick and aiming it at her pussy like I’d seen in so many porn videos. I pressed myself harder to her, feeling pressure build on my head and then, suddenly slip inside her. “Ohhhh yeah. That’s it,” she moaned as I pushed slowly into her. “That’s it Eddie. Fuck me. Let me feel that cock spurting your cum into me.”
I started to stroke in and out of my first pussy, feeling the soft wetness and at the same time, the absolutely perfect amount of pressure all around my shaft and head. In and out I stroked, feeling my body respond. I could feel my climax approaching all too quickly as I held her ass cheeks and pumped in and out of her. I could hear her soft grunts and moans as I pounded into her, my cock seeming to swell even bigger inside her.
“OH DAMN!” I gasped as my body suddenly jerked, jamming my cock deep into her. I felt a surge of cum lance deep into her as I stood behind her. Over and over my body jerked, pumping more cum into her with each spasm. I stood there, panting as my cock started to soften, still occasionally twitching.
She pulled off me and turned around,squating in front of me, looking up at me with a grin. “That felt like it was good,” she said softly as she reached down to her pussy, exposed between her widely spread knees. She teased her finger around her wet lips and I could see creamy whiteness ooze from her and drip to the grass. She grinned at me and then leaned towards me and grabbing my dick. She aimed it at her mouth and sucked my no longer softening dick into her mouth.
“OH damn,” I groaned as she sucked and licked my only partly hard cock, sucking the remaining ooze of cum almost eagerly from me.
After a few short minutes she let go of my dick and stood up, her panties still around her ankles. She bent over for the hose and sprayed water on her pussy, rubbing the leaking cum from her lips. “So, now you know what it’s like to have a real pussy. Was it worth it?”
“Oh God yes,” I answered as she stepped up to me and wrapped her arms around my neck.
“Now, kiss me,” she whispered. I did, tasting my cum in her mouth as she teased my tongue with hers. We stood there, my cock nearly rock hard already as she pressed her mostly naked body against mine. “Mmmmmm, I always love getting kissed after getting fucked. Maybe next time you won’t be in quite as much of a hurry and you can make me come with your dick.”
“I’m sorry,” I apologized.
“Oh, don’t be. I made myself come first because I knew you’d come fast. First time is always the hardest. I remember my husband and I doing it the first time in the back seat of the car. He got so turned on he creamed all over my pussy and my dress,” she said with a quick giggle. “But let’s not tell him about this, okay? Keep it just between us?”
“Sure.”
“Good. Maybe it’ll happen again some time,” she whispered. “Now, you better go finish mowing before your mom wonders what happened to you.”
“Yeah. I should,” I agreed reluctantly as she squatted once again and pulled my shorts and boxers back up over my dick, leaving it bulging the front of my shorts out significantly.
She gave me a slap on the rear as I walked away and when I looked back, she was walking into the back garage door, her bikini bottoms no longer on at all.
I went back to mowing and stopped after several more squares. “What the hell did she say?” I asked myself. It only took a few moments of replaying what we did and what she said. She knew I was a virgin. She knew I hadn’t ever fucked a real woman, and only one person besides me could possibly know. MOM! But if mom told her, that meant that mom remembered a whole lot more about the night before than she had admitted to. I looked at the house and wondered just how much she did remember, and how much she intended to happen last night. I took a deep breath and pulled the starter cord on the mower again and went back to work, wondering just how things were going to change.
The week seemed to drag on slowly. Mom acted as if nothing had changed, though I couldn’t seem to keep my mind off what her naked body looked like. While I had nothing to do but jack off, Mrs. Anderson and mom both had to work so I didn’t see them during the day all week. Mom was busy almost every night until close to bedtime, when she’d drop down onto the sofa next to me exhausted. I couldn’t help but notice that she was wearing baggy shorts that nearly fell off her butt when she walked, making her have to keep pulling them up, and baggy shirts that seemed to show off her tits more than hide them. I also couldn’t help but notice that she wore nothing under them, the baggy arm holes of the shirts and leg holes of the shorts giving me tantalizing glimpses of her special parts.
I’d kind of also hoped to see Mrs. Anderson after our little tryst behind the bushes. But I suppose that wasn’t realistic given her frequently traveling husband was home most of the week. I thought maybe she’d be out sunning this weekend. If she was, I had every intention of walking over there and taking that bikini completely off her, middle of the yard or not, and seeing her completely naked.
It was Friday evening, and I was sitting as usual, watching TV in the family room when the doorbell rang. I heard mom call down the stairs for me to please get it, so I got up and headed to the front door. When I opened it, I was surprised to say the least. Mrs. Anderson was standing on the other side. She had on a dress that came down to the middle of her thighs, well, almost that far, and had a big looping floppy front that hung down her front, only a single strip of the beige material looping up around her neck. I had no doubt that if she bent over the front of the dress would hang down enough to allow me to see all the way down her front. She stepped into the house and pushed the door closed behind her, holding her finger to her lips for me to be quiet.
With her other hand she gently pushed me back until I was pressed against the wall. She kept stepping towards me until her body pressed to mine, her crotch pressing against mine and her tits to my chest. “There you are,” she whispered. “I’ve been wanting to feel this cock all week.”
“You have?” I asked quietly.
“I have. We don’t have a lot of time, but I wouldn’t mind if you played with me a little. I mean this dress does give you quite a bit of access,” she whispered as she moved her hands to the front of my jeans and started to unbutton and unzip them. “Play with my titties,” she hissed softly. I slipped my hands into the sides of the dress, easily sliding them around front and up to cup both her soft tits. “Mmmmmmm. That’s it,” she cooed softly. “You’re making me wish I wasn’t wearing any panties.”
“Yeah?”
“Uh huh,” she whispered as she pushed the front of my jeans down along with my boxers to free my hardening cock. “Cuz then I could just put this right into my hot little cunt and fuck you silly.”
“Oh damn,” I groaned as she pushed my cock downward as she hiked her skirt front up. She pushed her pelvis towards me again, sliding my dick between her thighs. She moved her hands to hike the dress higher, and then pulled her panties down to her thighs, letting my dick press to her wet pussy lips.
“Oh God, I wanna fuck you so bad,” she whispered as she reached down and used one hand to hold my dick while she rocked her hips, grinding her pussy against me, making sure that her clit rubbed on my now engorged head. “Ohhhhh yeah. I wanna come on you. I wanna feel my pussy coming around your hard cock,” she moaned softly, arching her back a little and pushing my head deeper into her pussy. I felt my head slide into the entrance to her vaginal depths, and then felt her freeze, holding herself just so, so that my dick slowly slid into her pussy. I squeezed her tits at the change in sensations, groaning softly as her pussy slowly enveloped me. “Ohhhhhhh God,” she moaned softly.
“JOANN!” I heard my mom say loudly from the staircase.
“Uh huh,” Mrs. Anderson answered.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting warmed up,” she answered, starting to rock her hips to slide herself on and off my cock.
“On my son?”
“Why not? He has a nice cock, and it feels soooo damn good in me,” she moaned softly, rocking a little faster with each passing moment.
“But Jo. It’s my son!”
“Don’t tell me you didn’t want it when he was laying on you the other day. You know you wanted it. You know you wanted him to push it into you,” she groaned as she rocked faster, my cock sliding in and out of her with a loud squishing. “Oh God. Gonna come,” she moaned moments before her body started to spasm and jerk slightly. “Ohhhhhh God yes,” she moaned as she climaxed on me. I could feel her pussy clenching and squeezing me as she came, her juices running down my dick and dripping off my balls.
I looked over at mom to see her blushing and holding one hand to her crotch through the shirt looking dress she had on, the upper part denim and below her tits, white cotton. It looked like a cross between two shirts sewn together just under her boobs, but a shirt, not a dress. The sides of the dress were so short I doubted that she could have been wearing anything under it or it would have shown. I was still looking at her when Mrs. Anderson went back to stroking herself on me, driving her pussy down onto my shaft with abandon
“Come for me sweetie. Fill my cunt with your cum!” she moaned as she pumped herself on and off my cock.
It didn’t take much longer. Only a minute or so and I was pumping cum into her pussy, my body spasming and jerking as she pressed herself against me and against the wall. The only thing was, I was still staring at mom, looking at that dress and imagining me taking it off her and fucking her. I shook my head and looked back at Mrs. Anderson, who was staring at me with a crooked little smile. She pulled my hands from her dress and slid them down to her bare ass and then pressed herself against me. I could feel my softening cock slip from her pussy as she pressed her chest to mine and leaned her face to mine. She kissed me softly on the cheek and then whispered that she knew what I wanted to do.
She pulled back and reached down to pull her panties back up, trapping my cum that was leaking from her pussy. She grinned at me and then turned to mom. “Our ride is here, so we better go.”
“Um… yeah,” Mom said, staring at my dripping cock while Mrs. Anderson pulled her gently by the arm towards the door.
“Unless you wanna just stay here and suck his cock,” Mrs. Anderson suggested, pausing at the door, my mom still staring at my cock.
“Uh no,” Mom said, finally pulling her eyes from my dick and intentionally NOT looking at my face. “No, we should go.”
“See you later stud!” Mrs. Anderson said with a grin before closing the door behind them.
I pulled my pants up and headed back to the family room, still stunned at what had just happened.
I had fallen asleep on the sofa with the TV on and was awakened by the sound of mom and Mrs. Anderson coming home from wherever they had gone. It sounded like both of them were well lubricated with booze, and I figured Mrs. Anderson could handle mom. I wasn’t sure I wanted to risk another encounter like last week. More to the point, I wasn’t sure that if she did what she had last time, that I wouldn’t push my dick into her, drunk or not, something we’d both probably regret the next morning.
“There he is!” Mrs. Anderson said as she walked in with an arm around my mom’s waist, the two of them not very stable on their feet. “See. I told you he’d wait up for us!”
“I figured he’d be long since gone to bed,” Mom slurred as they walked to the sofa. They plopped onto the sofa, one on either side of me.
“I guess you had fun?” I asked.
“Fun? FUN?” Mrs Anderson asked. “We had a fucking great time. All except the fucking part!” she said loudly. “Our dates didn’t seem to be interested in anything about fucking. The danced, they groped, they even kissed us, but fucked us? Not even close!”
“As dates, they were the unfuckingest guys I’ve ever met,” Mom said as she dropped her head back. “God, I’m so fucking horny!” she cried in frustration.
“You know what I think?” Mrs. Anderson asked.
“What’s that?”
“I think we ought to let Eddie here take care of us.”
“Ohhhhhh. We talked about this,” Mom said as she flopped over on the sofa, her head resting on the arm and her ass pressing against my thigh. “He’s my son. I can’t be fucking him. No matter how good his dick looks!”
Mrs. Anderson leaned across me, reaching for my mom’s dress. She lay on my lap, unbuttoning my mom’s dress, spreading it apart. She slowly crawled up mom’s body, spreading the dress apart and kissing the bare skin that was just uncovered until she had it completely open, the whole front of my mom’s body on display. She leaned her head down to my mom’s chest and sucked one of her nipples into her mouth. She lay on my lap, licking and sucking my mom’s nipples, making her moan and whither under her. As my mom moved, she moved Mrs. Anderson on my lap, her dress slowly creeping up until her butt and pussy were completely visible.
I had to admit, watching them was getting me damn horny. I rested my hand on her bare ass and was soon rubbing it around in circles. I let my fingers dip down between her thighs and heard her moan as I stroked my fingers up and down her wet slit, the panties she had on earlier no longer in sight.
The longer I played with her pussy, the more I wanted to stick my dick back into her. I reached under her, and she lifted herself to allow me to get my dick out. She settled back onto my lap with my cock sticking up between her thighs, pressed against her pussy. She began to lift and lower her hips, sliding her pussy against my shaft. I used my fingers to push my cock against her pussy, feeling her rock harder, her clit now sliding up and down the side of my shaft.
“Oh fuck!” she gasped, looking back at me and starting to crawl up off my lap. “Fuck me sweetie. Put that dick into me and fuck me.” She lifted her ass up and planted her knees on the sofa as I moved from beneath her. I crawled to my knees and pushed my pants down further, looking at her pussy and ass sticking in the air. Below her was my mom, laying essentially naked, her pussy exposed as it had been a week before. I shuffled on my knees between Mrs. Anderson’s legs and rubbed my head up and down her slit. I slipped easily into her, drawing a long moan from her as my fat shaft slowly pushed deeper and deeper into her depths. I held her ass in my hands and started to pump my dick in and out of her, slapping my body against her bare ass, my hard cock driving so far into her that I could feel my head hitting the end of her vagina. In and out I stroked, the feeling of urgency starting to already build. I’d jacked myself off enough times to know when the imminent was becoming just that.
“Oh yes. That’s it Eddie. Fuck me. Fuck my hot pussy!” Mrs. Anderson moaned, pulling her head from mom’s tits. She moved forward slightly, allowing her chest to press against mom’s big tits as she pressed her lips to my mom’s.
“Oh damn,” I groaned, watching her kissing mom, my cock seeming to swell even more. I felt Mrs. Anderson’s pussy start to squeeze me as she started to climax, the sudden change in tightness pushing my own climax over the top. My body bucked hard, jamming deep into her and pumping gush after gush of cum into her. I held her ass, her lips still kissing mom’s, while I panted, my dick softening inside her.
Mrs. Anderson pulled from mom and lifted up, reaching back to push me gently out of her pussy. She pushed me back until I was sitting on the sofa again and then she climbed off the sofa herself. She pulled her dress all the way off, leaving her completely naked. She stepped to where mom laid and helped her up off the sofa. She pushed the dress off her shoulders, leaving them equally naked. “Now, put that pussy in his face and let him taste you.”
“I can’t,” Mom said, refusing to move.
“You can, you just don’t want to. When was the last time someone you loved put his face between your legs? Now get up there and do it!”
“But he’s my son!”
“SO? It’s not like he’s fucking you. He’s going to lick your pussy. It’s not any difference than kissing, just a little lower!”
“But…”
“Just do it! You know you want to. You wanted to for weeks. Now DO IT!” she said, turning my mom to face me and pushing her towards me.
Mom moved slowly the two steps towards me. She hesitantly climbed onto the sofa, her legs straddling me. She leaned her knees against the back of the sofa and then slowly leaned her pussy towards my face. “Don’t think badly of me,” she whispered as she gently pressed her spread, sopping wet, pussy lips to my mouth.
I’d licked a few of my girlfriends’ pussies, so I wasn’t a stranger to it. I also liked it when I’d done it. But this was my mom. Like a week before, I hesitated a few moments and then gave in to my desire. I WANTED to do this. I stuck my tongue between her lips and stroked it slowly up her lips until I felt my tongue bounce across her clit, drawing a gasp from her.
I held her ass cheeks, squeezing them as I eagerly licked up and down her slit, flicking over her clit and also trying to push my tongue into her depths. Up and down I went for long minutes before I felt wetness envelope my dick. I couldn’t see, but I knew immediately what was happening. Mrs. Anderson was having fun sucking me, making me grow harder while I continued to tease my mom’s pussy.
I felt my mom’s legs start to quiver slightly, which grew quickly as her whole body seemed to tremble and shake. I could feel her juices leaking around my chin to drip down onto my chest as she climaxed on my face. I grinned to myself, knowing that I had just made my mom climax again. She sagged against me, and I felt her pull her pussy from my face as her shudders faded away. She slowly lowered herself down, her pussy dragging against my chest as she slowly slid down. I looked up at her and saw the lust in her eyes as she sank lower and lower. I felt Mrs. Anderson pull her mouth off my rock-hard dick and then felt a different hot wetness. I saw the look on my mom’s face change somewhat and then slowly, almost with determination, she let herself slide down further, slowly impaling herself on my shaft.
“Ohhhhhh fuck,” she moaned softly as she settled on my lap, her face a bit above mine, her big tits nearly brushing my face. She twisted herself slightly, bringing one of her rock-hard nipples to my mouth. “Suck it,” she whispered as she guided the hard nipple to my lips. I opened my mouth and let her feed me her nipple, closing my lips around it. “Tease it with your tongue. I love having it teased.”
I followed her directions, flicking the tip of my tongue over and around her hard nipple until she pulled it from my mouth and moved the other in its place. I started to lick and suck that nipple, teasing it, and her. I could feel her hips start to move, sliding herself around on my lap, my dick moving around inside her. She shifted her legs under herself and began to lift and lower herself slowly, sliding up and down my cock, trying to keep her nipple in my mouth at the same time. At first, she could but as her lust began to grow in her again causing her to climax again, she gave up and pulled my hands to her tits instead. I held and kneaded her big firm boobs while she bounced on me, moving faster with each passing moment. My excited cock started to give me the familiar warning. It was soon screaming at me to let it go, but I did everything I could to hold back, watching my mom’s face, squeezing her bouncing tits and waiting. The first trembles were enough for me to know. I let myself go, wanting my mom’s bouncing to finish the job. I had no clue how much more intense it would be to climax together, her squeezing pussy clenching around my spurting cock. She cried out loudly as she came, practically screaming about how good it felt.
Not that I noticed all that much of that. I mean, I was coming inside my mom at that moment. Something that had filled my dreams and fantasies every night for the last week. I felt my cock pumping shot after shot into her as she sat on my lap, grinding her pussy and clit against me.
She looked at me with almost a look of confusion on her face, almost as if she suddenly regretted what she had done. It only lasted a few moments and then the look turned to a smile. She leaned over and pulled me down off the sofa with her, rolling onto her back and pulling me with her so that I was laying on her on the carpeted floor with my dick still stuck in her. She coaxed me up enough to bring our faces even with each other and then pressed her lips to mine. We lay there kissing for long minutes, our tongues playing in each other’s mouths before we broke the kiss, both of us breathing hard. “We shouldn’t have done that. But I don’t care. I wanted you so badly. I wanted to feel you in me. I’ve wanted that since you helped me when I got home, when I pushed your pajamas down and saw how big and hard you were. I wanted to feel you inside me. Maybe you don’t ever want to do it again, but I’m glad we did get a chance.”
“I think he’ll want to,” Mrs. Anderson said with a grin. “Maybe we should take him upstairs and show him what we do after he squirts his cum all over the window.”
Mom looked at her and a grin spread across her face. “Yeah. I think we should.”
Mrs. Anderson reached down, helping me stand up and then helping mom get up as well. The two of them walked in front of me, side by side, each holding one of my hands as they pulled me towards the stairs and then up to mom’s bedroom. They let go of my hands and Mrs. Anderson looked at me. “Feel free to join in any time you want. So, after you’re done spying on me, I’m always so damn horny that I need to get off. So, I go up to my room, sometimes even with your mom. The first thing we do is take a shower together, rubbing soap all over each other and letting our hands tease each other. Something like this,” she said as mom and her faced each other, rubbing their nipples together each with a hand between the other’s legs and their other hand playing with the other’s butt. “Can you imagine how we look, all covered in soap suds, rubbing each other like this, teasing our tits and nipples and pussies? Mmmmmm, it’s making me so hot just thinking about how it feels to have her big tits rubbing all over my body. But that’s not all we do. Once we get all the tanning oil off, we go to the bed, and I lay down like this,” she said, stepping away from mom and climbing onto the bed. She lay with her head nearly at the foot and her feet towards the pillows. “Then your mom climbs onto me,” she said, holding a hand out for my mom.
I watched mom climb onto the bed with her knees spread over Mrs. Anderson’s face. Mom lowered her head between Mrs. Anderson’s legs, and I heard her moan as mom started to lick her pussy. “Ohhhhh God yes,” Mrs. Anderson moaned before lifting her face towards mom’s pussy and licking it. As mom spread her knees further apart, I could see dribbles of my cum leaking from her that Mrs. Anderson was eagerly licking it up as if it were some kind of prize. I stood there, staring, stroking my again hard dick, watching her lick mom’s pussy.
Mrs. Anderson held a hand out towards me. I stepped towards her, and she grasped my cock and pulled it towards my mom’s pussy, guiding me into her before she went back to licking my mom’s clit. I started to stroke in and out, making my mom moan and gasp in pleasure as she was stimulated by my deep thrusts and Mrs. Anderson’s tongue. In and out I thrust, my balls practically slapping Mrs. Anderson in the face as I pounded into my mom, the visual stimulation of the two of them almost more than my poor brain could handle.
“OH FUCK! I’m COOOOOOOMING!” my mom screamed into the room as her whole body started to shudder and tremble. I could feel her pussy clamping around me and trying to hold me inside her as I continued to stroke in and out of her wet depths. I was amazed at how long my mom’s climax lasted. I know that most of the online porn orgasms are faked, but this was an honest to God LONG climax, lasting at least two full minutes before she reached back to push me away and then rolled off Mrs. Anderson. She laid on her back, her knees spread apart so I could see her pussy, which was still visibly clenching periodically, her juices leaking from her and running down over her puckered butt hole and then between her cheeks.
Mrs. Anderson moved around on the bed, laying down with her ass right at the edge of the bed. She lifted and spread her legs to expose her pussy. “Okay stud. You’ve imagined me laying on that lawn chair naked, getting fucked by your cock. Bring it here and show me what you can do with it!” I stepped between her legs, letting her rest her heels on my shoulders as I pushed my dick slowly into her already wet pussy. “Oh, fuck yes. That’s what I needed. A nice hard cock. Does it feel good?”
“Oh God yes,” I groaned as I started stroking into her pussy, letting my thighs slap her bare ass with each stroke. Her tits were much smaller than mom’s but they still moved and rolled on her chest sexily.
“You thinking about fucking me out there? Walking over and taking my bikini all the way off and just fucking me, right there in the yard?” she gasped.
“Oh yeah,” I muttered as I held her legs against me and thrust into her, banging us together.
“That’s it baby. Fuck me hard. I can feel your cock hitting so deep in me. You have to be so close to coming already. Come with me when I come. Come with me baby and fill me with your hot cum!”
“Ahhhhhh Fuck!” I groaned, her coaxing pushing my body quickly over the top.
“FUCK YES!” she screamed as her pussy clenched around my spurting cock. I could feel her pussy clench and release around my shaft as I pumped shot after shot of cum into her. I stood there, panting as she lay with my cock softening in her, her fingers teasing her breasts. “You know Mary. I think we’re going to have to educate your son on how to treat a woman after he fills her pussy.”
“Yeah?”
“Oh yeah. For a newbie he does a good job with his cock, but I’m thinking that with a little training, different ways to do it and what to do after. I’m thinking that he could be one hell of a good fuck partner. What do you think?”
“You might be right. At least for a while. If we teach him how to be good, someone’s going to get to reap that reward besides us.”
“Yeah, there is that. But for now. I wouldn’t mind. Hell, I might even let him take my suit off right out there in the yard and fuck me. Just to fulfill his fantasy, in exchange for plenty of good fucking of course.”
“Think it’s fair to him?”
“I dunno. How about it, Eddie? You think it’d be fair to let you strip me and fuck me in the yard in exchange for you fucking us other times we need it?”
“You mean you have to ask?” I asked her back with a laugh.
“Good answer,” she said, moving her legs. She pushed herself up the bed until her head was on the pillows. She held her hands out and I climbed onto the bed, laying next to her as she drew my head onto her soft chest. “Turn the light off Mary and then come lay with us. We can make an Eddie sandwich.”
Mom got up and turned the light off and climbed into bed with us, pressing her soft body against mine so I was trapped between them. I could feel both their hands gently teasing my bare skin as we lay to fall asleep together. Maybe being the man of the house wasn’t so bad after all?