Squeezing my eyes shut in frustration, I clenched my jaws as the pressure in my bladder intensified with each passing second. “Mom, I’ve gotta go really bad. How much longer are you gonna be in there?” I pleaded, my voice quavering with urgency.
Just a muffled response from behind the running water came back to me. “Almost done, sweetie. Just a few more minutes.” The sound of splashing followed, and I knew she was scrubbing herself clean in the tub.
“Mom, I can’t wait that long!” I whined, face growing hot with discomfort. My fidgeting only made things worse, and I had to press a hand to my stomach to appease the aching need.
After a brief pause, her voice reached out to me again, a blend of exasperation and something indiscernible lacing her words, “Alright, come in then, but don’t look.”
My heart pounded against my chest as I pushed open the bathroom door, revealing my mother, immersed in the tub. Her curvaceous figure, glistening with droplets of water, was a sight to behold. I rushed towards the toilet, my parched bladder yearning for relief.
With a swift motion, I unzipped my jeans and stood over the toilet bowl. A steady stream of golden liquid arced from the tip of my manhood, creating a loud splash in the toilet bowl.
I couldn’t resist the urge to sneak a peek at her. Her breasts, full and inviting, captivated my gaze. I noticed her eyes, however, were not on the bathwater, but on my exposed manhood.
“Mom, I didn’t expect you to be watching after you told me not to look,” I said, my voice betraying my discomfort as I stared at her tits.
“I… I didn’t mean to, anyway, you’re staring at my tits,” she said covering them. “Also Mike, you don’t take after your dad I see, I wish he had one that big.”
Her words seem to turn me on and I felt a surge of desire at her honest comment, my cock twitching and hardening further. “Mom, what are you saying? You think my dick is impressive?” I asked my voice husky with arousal.
She bit her lip, her gaze lingering on my manhood. “I… I think it’s bigger than your father’s, yes,” she admitted, her cheeks reddening. “But we shouldn’t be talking about this.”
“Ok well you have nice big tits, oops sorry that just came out now we even,” I said as I chuckled finished pissing and tucked it away.
My mother’s cheeks flushed a deep red as she pulled her hands away from her breasts, leaving faint pink marks on her pale skin. “Well, in any case, you should get cleaned up now,” she said, her voice strained.
I nodded, not making any move to leave just yet. The air between us felt charged with an unfamiliar tension, and I couldn’t help but revel in the forbidden thrill of sharing this intimate moment with my mom. “Yeah, sure thing,” I replied, making a show of zipping up my jeans.
As I turned to head for the sink, her voice stopped me. “Wait, sweetie… can I ask you something?”
I faced her, a quizzical expression on my face. “Yeah, Mom?”
Her eyes locked onto mine, a mix of vulnerability and curiosity shining through. “Why did you… Why did you react that way when I complimented your penis?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
I paused, considering her question as I leaned against the bathroom counter. “Honestly, Mom, I don’t know. It just felt… strange, but also kind of good. You’re my mom, and I’ve never thought about you looking at me like that before. It was a turn-on, I guess.”
Her eyes widened at my admission, and she bit her lip. “Oh, sweetie… I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. I just… I don’t know, it was an accident, and then you reacted, and… it just got confusing.”
I shrugged, trying to play it cool despite the heat rising in my cheeks. “It’s okay, Mom. Accidents happen. And if anything, it’s kind of nice to know you think I’m… you know, impressive down there.”
She let out a small, nervous laugh. “Well, just remember that it was just a slip of the tongue, okay? I don’t want you getting the wrong idea.”
I nodded, but a part of me couldn’t help but wonder if maybe there was more to it than just an innocent mistake. The way she’d looked at me, the way her voice had quivered when she said it… it all seemed to suggest something deeper, something I couldn’t quite put my finger on.
Brushing off the thoughts, I turned back to the sink to wash my hands, trying to act natural.
“You alright, Mom?” I asked, rinsing my hands and turning to face her.
She blinked, as if snapping out of a trance. “Yeah, just… just a little warm from the bath,” she replied, her voice steady once more.
I nodded, not fully buying her explanation. But I didn’t press the issue, not wanting to make her uncomfortable any further.
After drying my hands, I headed for the door. “I’m gonna get changed and then study for a bit,” I informed her, my tone casual.
“Alright, sweetie. I’ll be out soon too,” Mom replied, her gaze lingering on me for a moment before she turned back to the tub, her hands gliding over her curves as she continued to clean herself.
I left the bathroom, my mind reeling with the unexpected turn of events. Part of me felt guilty for enjoying the forbidden thrill of the situation, while another part wondered if maybe there was a deeper, unexplored side to our relationship that I hadn’t considered before.
Maybe if I tried hard enough, I wonder if I could get into her pants. I keep getting seedy thoughts of my mom since seeing her tits. Pitty the bubbles hid the view of something else, would love to see her vulva.
Over the next few days, I dropped hints and complimented her looks especially Friday night oof she looked so hot. She was in a light blue silky very short nightie, sat on the couch her legs curled underneath her. I could just see a bit of her white panties. She sat with a glass of wine in her hand watching TV.
As I walked into the living room, I couldn’t help but stare at my mom. Her beauty was radiating in the soft light, and I felt my heart race at the sight of her. I decided to take a risk and sat down next to her, trying to act as casually as possible.
“Hey, Mom, you look really nice tonight,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
She blushed, looking down at her nightie. “Oh, this old thing? I just threw it on,” she replied, taking a sip of her wine.
I leaned back on the couch, trying to get a better look. “Well, it looks great on you,” I said, my eyes lingering on her legs. “Can I get some beers out of the fridge and join you.”
I brought the beers back into the living room and sat down next to my mom again, our legs now touching. The contact sent a jolt of electricity through my body, and I couldn’t help but feel my heart pounding in my chest.
As we continued to watch TV, I found myself stealing glances at my mom, taking in the curves of her body and the softness of her skin. I couldn’t believe that I was feeling this way about her, but I couldn’t deny the attraction that I felt.
After a while, I decided to take a risk and placed my hand on her leg, giving it a gentle squeeze. She looked over at me, her eyes wide with surprise.
“Mike, what are you doing?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
I gulped, trying to find the words to explain myself. “I’m sorry, Mom. I just can’t help the way I feel about you,” I admitted, my voice shaking with nerves.
She looked at me for a long moment, her eyes searching mine for any hint of doubt or uncertainty. But all she saw was the raw, unfiltered desire that I felt for her.
“Oh, sweetie,” she said, her voice filled with emotion. “I never wanted to hurt you. I never meant for any of this to happen.”
I shook my head, trying to reassure her. “It’s okay, Mom. I know you didn’t mean for this to happen. But now that it has, I can’t ignore the way I feel. And I think you feel the same way, too.”
She hesitated for a moment, but then she nodded, her eyes filling with tears. “Yes, Mike. I do,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
With that, I leaned in and kissed her, my heart racing as our lips met. She kissed me back, her arms wrapping around my neck as she pulled me closer.
The kiss deepened, our tongues dancing together in a passionate embrace. I couldn’t believe what was happening, but I didn’t want to stop.
We broke apart, both of us gasping for air. “Mom, I want you,” I whispered, my voice husky with desire.
She looked at me, her eyes filled with longing. “I want you too, sweetie,” she replied, her voice trembling.
And with that, we fell onto the couch, I was laid on top of her as I kissed her. My hand unzipping my jeans and took out my cock. My other hand up her nightie, I pushed her panties to the side and teased her slit with my cock.
As I pressed the tip of my cock against my mom’s wetness, I paused, looking into her eyes. “Are you sure about this, Mom? We can stop if you want,” I said, wanting to make sure that she was completely comfortable with what was about to happen.
She nodded, her eyes filled with desire. “I’m sure, Mike. I want this. I want you,” she replied, her voice filled with longing.
With that, I slowly pushed inside her, my cock filling her up inch by inch. She moaned softly as I entered her, her body arching up to meet mine.
I began to move, my hips rocking back and forth as I thrust in and out of her. She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me closer as I fucked her.
“Ah baby… you… you are really inside of me,” she moaned as I pumped into her pussy harder.
“Yes I am… it feels good, I can stop…” she quickly interrupted me as she moaned taking my cock, “don’t you fucking… dare stop.”
The feeling of her wetness surrounding me, the sound of her moans filling the room, the sight of her tits bouncing with each thrust.
All these sensations combined created an overwhelming surge of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm me. I thrust faster, my body now sweating with effort. I wanted to last longer for her, so I slowed down just a little but still slid in and out of her sweet pussy.
“Oh God!” She cries out suddenly, grabbing onto my arms tightly, “Don’t stop Mike! Please don’t stop!” Her words are punctuated by rapid breaths, indicating how much she enjoys having my large erection sliding back and forth within her most intimate area.
“Mom, I don’t wanna stop,” I grunt, feeling my cock swelling up even more. My balls tighten and I know that my orgasm is nearing. “You feel so good around me.”
She whimpers as she tries to hold on to the immense pleasure surging through her body. Her fingers dig into my skin, marking it with red streaks as she tries to steady herself against the wave of pleasure that’s about to crash over her. “Oh, Mike… keep going!”
As the intensity of our lovemaking grew, I could feel my own orgasm approaching. My cock throbbed inside her, pulsing with each beat of my heart.
“Mom, I’m so close,” I gasped, struggling to maintain control as my body trembled with lust. “I want to fill you up with every last drop.”
She nodded frantically, her eyes wide with anticipation. “Do it, Mike! Cum inside me!” she cried out, her voice hoarse from screaming in pleasure.
With one final thrust, I felt the familiar tingling sensation begin to spread throughout my body. My cock swelled even larger within her wet pussy as the first spurt of hot cum shot deep into her waiting womb.
“Oh God!” She screamed as she felt the warm liquid flooding inside her tight cunt walls gripping tightly around my shaft causing me even more pleasure than I thought possible.
As I continued to pump my load into her, she moaned out in pleasure, her body shaking with each powerful spurt. Her pussy clenched tightly around my cock, milking every last drop of cum from me as I filled her up completely.
“Ahh sweet… sweetie… ah yes,” she moaned as my body started to slow down.
As I lay there, my heart pounding in my chest and my breath coming in ragged gasps, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of overwhelming satisfaction. My cock was still buried deep inside her, the last few drops of cum slowly oozing out to join the rest.
My mom looked up at me with a mixture of shock and wonder in her eyes. “Oh Mike,” she whispered softly, reaching up to brush a stray lock of hair away from my face. “You made a mess inside of me.”