I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, trying to avoid the sight of my mom sitting across from me. She was sipping on her whiskey, her long legs crossed, revealing just a little too much through her mini-skirt. I could see the red lace of her knickers peeking out, and I felt my face grow hot.
She had a white blouse on, unbuttoned just enough to show off her ample cleavage. I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra, and I felt a strange mix of embarrassment and admiration. Her blouse was partially open, and I couldn’t help but steal glances. I tried to look away, but my eyes kept drifting back to her.
The room was getting smoky from her cigarette, and I felt a tension building up. Mom took a long drag, her eyes squinting as she blew out the smoke. “So,” she said, her voice low and playful, “tell me about this girl you’ve been hanging around.”
My face went bright red. How did she even know? I wasn’t going out with anyone, at least not in the traditional sense. I had been seeing someone, but it was more of a casual thing. And it wasn’t a girl my age; it was a woman, older than me, in her 50s. Her name was Carol Johnson, and she lived a few houses down.
I had been seeing her for a while now, sneaking around behind my mom’s back. It wasn’t that I was ashamed of what I was doing; I just didn’t want to hurt my mom’s feelings. She had been through so much already, and I didn’t want to add to her stress.
But I couldn’t deny the attraction I felt towards older women, especially Carol. Her body was curvaceous and voluptuous, and she had this confidence that I found irresistible. And let’s just say she knew how to please a man. I was obsessed with her, and I couldn’t get enough.
I took a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts. “Well, mom, there’s this woman…” I began, but before I could finish, she cut me off.
“I knew it!” she exclaimed, a sly smile spreading across her face. “I knew you were seeing someone. You can’t hide anything from me, Danny.”
I sighed, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders. “Yeah, mom, I have been seeing someone. Her name is Carol Johnson, and she’s a neighbor.”
Mom raised an eyebrow. “Carol Johnson? The one in her 50s?”
I nodded, feeling my face grow hot again. “Yeah, that’s her. We’ve been seeing each other for a while now, but it’s nothing serious. Just some fun, you know?”
Mom took another drag of her cigarette, her eyes never leaving mine. “I see,” she said, her voice low and thoughtful. “And how do you feel about this… arrangement?”
I shrugged, trying to play it cool. “It’s fine, mom. I like her, and she likes me. It’s just casual, that’s all.”
Mom leaned back in her chair, her eyes scrutinizing me. “But do you really want it to be casual, Danny? Or do you want something more?”
“Not really, I just want the sex. Sorry, I mean we before happy of just having sex.” I said embarrassed.
“So… you like having sex with older woman,” she said as she poured another drink leaning forward. I could see her tits dangle in her blouse. “Lucky for some, I could do with a guy right about now,” she said with a sigh.
I swallowed hard. That comment felt… loaded. Especially coming right after I’d just admitted I was only seeing someone for, well, sex. “Oh,” I managed, my voice a bit squeaky. What was I supposed to say to that? “Yeah, sorry you’re lonely, Mom”? It felt awkward. Really awkward.
She just smiled again, that same knowing look in her eyes. She took another slow drag of her cigarette, the tip glowing bright red in the dim light. “Yeah,” she murmured, smoke curling around her face. “It’s just how it goes sometimes, I guess.” She sighed again, a little puff of smoke escaping with it. “So, this Carol,” she continued, switching gears, “is she nice to you?”
Back to me. Okay, I could handle that. “Yeah, she’s… she’s good,” I mumbled, looking down at my hands. “She’s easy to talk to.”
Mom leaned back again, the red lace showing clearly now above the hem of her skirt. She tilted her head, watching me. “Easy to talk to,” she repeated softly. “That’s good. Important, even if it’s just casual, right?”
Was it? I hadn’t really thought about it. We mostly… didn’t talk much. Not real talking, anyway. “Yeah,” I said, nodding quickly. “Yeah, it is.”
She took another sip of her whiskey, watching me over the rim of the glass. The ice clinked. God, her eyes seemed to see right through me. “And she makes you happy?”
Happy? Was I happy? It was exciting, sure. Secretive. A rush. But happy? Like, genuinely happy? I hadn’t stopped to think about it. It was just… happening. “Uh, yeah,” I stammered. “Yeah, I guess.”
She put her glass down on the coaster with a soft tap. She didn’t say anything for a minute, just looked at me. The smoky air hung heavy between us. Was she judging me? Was she worried? Or was there something else going on? It was hard to tell with Mom sometimes. She could be so… open, but also really hard to read.
Finally, she spoke, her voice still low. “Just… promise me you’ll be careful, okay, Danny? With yourself. And with her. People can get hurt, even when nobody means to.”
I nodded, feeling a lump in my throat. It felt like she wasn’t just talking about Carol anymore. It felt bigger than that. “I will, Mom,” I said quietly. “I promise.”
She gave me a small, genuine smile this time. “Good,” she said, reaching over and gently touching my hand on the table. Her skin felt warm against mine. “That’s all I want. For you to be okay. I am so jealous of Carol.” She squeezed my hand lightly, then let go and picked up her cigarette again.
Okay, “jealous”? That wasn’t what I expected. Not at all. My mind raced. Jealous of Carol? Why? Because she was having fun? Because she was with me? The thought made my cheeks burn even hotter than before.
“Jealous?” I repeated, my voice sounding higher than usual. “Uh, why… why are you jealous of Carol, Mom?”
She blew out a slow stream of smoke, watching it swirl towards the ceiling fan. She didn’t answer right away, just took another sip of her drink. The ice clinked again. That silence felt huge, filled with unspoken things.
“Well,” she finally said, her eyes meeting mine. They had that look again, the one that saw right through you. “She’s got you, doesn’t she? You’re young, full of…” She trailed off, making a vague gesture with her hand that seemed to encompass… everything? Energy? Life? Sex? I had no idea. Was she comparing herself to Carol? Was she feeling old?
“I… I guess?” I mumbled, not sure how to respond. It felt weird, talking about her being jealous of my sex life (or lack of a ‘life’ part).
She smiled again, a sad kind of smile this time. “And you said you just want the sex,” she added, almost to herself, leaning forward slightly. That little bit of movement pulled her open blouse even wider, and yeah, there it was, plain as day. Her breasts, full and soft-looking, right there. I forced my eyes back up to her face, my heart hammering.
“Well,” she continued, taking another drag, “it’s been a while for me, you know?” Another sigh, a little puff of smoke. “Just… dating. Or anything, really. It gets lonely.”
Lonely. Yeah, I knew she was lonely since Dad left. But hearing her say it, right after talking about Carol and me and sex… it felt different. It felt raw. And for some crazy, messed-up second, an uncomfortable thought flickered through my brain. Was that what she meant? Was she hinting at… no. Stop it, Danny. That’s messed up.
I cleared my throat, looking anywhere but at her chest. “Yeah, I… I know, Mom,” I said softly. “Must be tough.”
She nodded, sort of slumped back in her chair again. The red lace of her knickers flashed again as her skirt hiked up a bit. She didn’t seem to notice, or maybe she didn’t care. Was she just comfortable like this? Or was she trying to prove something? Or maybe she was just… dressed? My brain was doing gymnastics trying to figure it out.
“It is,” she agreed. “Especially when you see your kid out there, living it up.” She gave a little laugh, but it didn’t sound particularly happy. “Guess I’m just vicariously living through you, huh?”
Vicariously? Was that really it? Or was there more? It felt like there was always more with Mom lately. Like she was operating on a different level, saying one thing but meaning… something else?
“Anyway,” she said, stubbing out her cigarette in the overflowing ashtray. “As long as you’re careful, like I said. And you’re not getting your heart stomped on. Older women can be tricky.”
Was that a warning? Or another hint? Was she talking about Carol, or about… someone else? Maybe even herself? My head was starting to spin a little. This conversation had gone from awkward to super weird in about five minutes.
“I will, Mom,” I promised again, hoping she’d drop it. I just wanted to get out of this room. The smoky air, her open blouse, the lingering scent of whiskey and cigarettes, the whole ‘jealous’ thing… it was too much.
She finally stood up, smoothing down her mini-skirt, which barely covered anything, and stretching. When she stretched, the blouse pulled tight across her front, emphasizing everything. I quickly looked down at my lap.
“Well,” she said, her voice back to that slightly playful tone, though I could still hear the exhaustion underneath. “I’m off for a shower, all this talk as got me all hot and botherd.”
“Need me to wash your back,” I said just joking with her.
Mom laughed, a low, throaty sound. “Oh, Danny, you’re such a pervert,” she teased, but there was a glint in her eye.
“But honestly mom, you dont mind that I am you know… with older women,” I said as I watched her walk towards the stairs.
She paused on the stairs, one hand on the banister, her hips swaying slightly as she looked back at me over her shoulder. “No, sweetie, I don’t mind at all,” she said, her voice low and husky. “In fact, it’s kind of… flattering, in a way. That you’d choose someone older, someone who can show you a good time. I wish I had some younger guy wanting me, pff look at me.”
Mom’s words hung in the air as she continued up the stairs, her hips swaying in that way that made me swallow hard. Flattering? Really? I wasn’t sure what to make of that. As I sat there, trying to process everything, my mind kept drifting back to Carol. And then to Mom, standing on the stairs, her blouse gaping open, her hips swaying. I wish I could give her a good seeing to, she wants a younger man huh.
“Mom, instead of bath do you… want to jump in the hot tub with me. We can have a drink together,” I said smiling at her.
Mom froze mid-step on the stairs, her hand still gripping the banister. She turned slowly, her dark eyes locking onto mine, a curious spark flickering in them. The dim light from the living room cast soft shadows across her face, highlighting the curve of her jaw and the faint flush on her cheeks from the whiskey. Her blouse, still unbuttoned just enough to tease, shifted slightly as she leaned forward, and that red lace peeking from under her mini-skirt caught the light again. My pulse quickened, and I wondered if I’d just crossed a line.
“A hot tub, huh?” she said, her voice low and playful, but there was an edge to it, like she was testing the waters herself. “With my boy? That’s… bold, Danny.” She tilted her head, a slow, almost predatory smile curling her lips. “You sure you wanna see your ol’ mom in a bikini? Might be more than you can handle.” She laughed, but it wasn’t her usual light chuckle—it was throaty, deliberate, like she was daring me to back down.
I swallowed, my throat dry, but I held her gaze. “Yeah, why not? It’s just a drink, Mom. We can… chill. You said you’re lonely, right?” I kept my tone casual, but my heart was hammering. What the hell was I doing? Was this just a way to keep her from feeling down, or was there something else pushing me? I didn’t want to think about it too hard.
She raised an eyebrow, her smile widening as she descended a step, her hips swaying with that same effortless grace. “Chill, huh? Alright, Danny, you’re on.” She flicked her hair back, the dark strands catching the light, and pointed a finger at me. “But don’t say I didn’t warn ya. Gimme a sec to change, and you better have that hot tub ready. And some drinks. Strong ones.”
She turned and sauntered up the stairs, her mini-skirt riding up just enough to make my breath catch. I sat there for a second, stunned, my mind racing. Okay, Danny, chill. It’s just a hot tub. Just a drink. Nothing weird. But the way she’d looked at me, that glint in her eye… it didn’t feel like “just” anything.
I shook it off and headed outside to the backyard, where the hot tub sat under a canopy of string lights, glowing softly in the moonlight. The air was warm, thick with the scent of summer grass and the faint chlorine tang from the bubbling water. I flipped on the jets, watching the water churn and foam, and grabbed a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. My hands were shaking a little as I set them on the ledge. Get it together, man.
By the time I’d stripped down to my swim trunks and slid into the hot tub, the warm water enveloping me like a hug, I heard the back door slide open. I looked up, and my jaw nearly dropped.
Mom stepped out into the moonlight, and holy shit, she wasn’t kidding about the bikini. It was black, barely there, the kind of thing you’d see in a magazine, not on your… well, mom. The top was two tiny triangles tied with thin strings, straining against her full, heavy breasts, her nipples faintly visible through the fabric. The bottoms were just as skimpy with a cameltoe, a thong style that hugged her hips and left her long, toned legs on full display. Her dark hair was loose, cascading over her shoulders, and she’d swapped her cigarette for a fresh glass of whiskey, the ice clinking as she walked.
She paused at the edge of the hot tub, one hand on her hip, letting me take her in. “Well?” she said, her voice teasing, but there was that edge again, like she was waiting for my reaction. “You gonna make room for me, or am I just standin’ here lookin’ pretty?”
I blinked, my face burning, and scooted over, the water sloshing around me. “Uh, yeah, c’mon in,” I managed, my voice rougher than I meant it to be. She smirked, setting her glass down on the ledge before stepping into the tub, her movements slow and deliberate. The water lapped at her thighs, then her hips, as she sank down across from me, her breasts bobbing slightly as she settled in. The jets sent bubbles swirling around her, and she let out a soft, satisfied moan, closing her eyes.
“God, this feels good,” she murmured, leaning her head back, her throat exposed, a bead of water trailing down her neck and disappearing between her cleavage. “Been too damn long since I did this.” She opened one eye, catching me staring, and her lips twitched into a knowing smile. “What? Never seen a woman enjoy herself before?”
“Your… your hot mom… s-sorry,” I stammered, my face burning hotter than the water swirling around us. The jets churned, sending bubbles dancing across Mom’s skin, catching the moonlight in a way that made her look… unreal.
“Oh so not only do you like older women, you fancy having a crack at your old mom do you.” She said as she poured another drink.
“I-I didn’t mean it like that, Mom,” I managed, my voice cracking slightly. I forced a laugh, trying to play it off, but it came out weak. “Just… you know, you look good. That’s all.” My eyes flicked down for a split second—her bikini bottoms, the way they hugged her hips, the faint outline of her cameltoe visible through the wet fabric—before I yanked my gaze back to her face, praying she hadn’t noticed.
She had. Of course she had. Her smile widened, and she shifted, sliding a little closer through the water, the movement sending ripples across the surface. Her breasts swayed slightly, the thin bikini strings doing a piss-poor job of holding everything in place. “Oh, I look good, do I?” she said, her voice low, almost a purr. She tilted her head, her wet hair clinging to her shoulders, a single droplet sliding down her collarbone and pooling in the hollow of her throat. “Careful, Danny. Keep talkin’ like that, and a girl might get ideas.”
1 Hour later we was both giddy and laughing and I was abit to close to her. I wanted her so badly, I went to hug her. We hugged as her breasts squished to my chest and my cock went rigid instantly poking her stomach through my trunks.
I lifted one of her legs up to my waist, was I really planning on having sex with her. I held her leg to my waist as my other hand went between her legs and stretched the bikini bottoms to the side and without thinking, I took my cock out and slid inside her. I was fucking my mom standing in the hot tub as I held her thigh tightly to me as my cock rutted in and out of her old gash.
The hot tub churned around us, the water hot and frothy, bubbles popping against my skin as I held Mom close, her body pressed tight against mine. Her breasts, barely contained by that flimsy black bikini, squished against my chest, soft and warm, the wet fabric doing nothing to hide how hard her nipples were. My cock, rigid as hell, throbbed against her stomach through my trunks, and I could feel every inch of her—her curves, her heat, the way her breath hitched when I pulled her closer. The whiskey had us both loose, laughing, giddy, but this… this was something else. Something raw. Something that’d been simmering under the surface all night.
Her leg was hitched up around my waist now, her thigh slick and smooth under my grip. The water sloshed as I held her there, my fingers digging into her flesh, not letting go. Her bikini bottoms, those skimpy little things, were stretched to the side, exposing her completely. Her pussy was right there, wet—not just from the water—pink and swollen, the lips parted slightly, glistening under the moonlight. I could see the faint pulse of her clit, begging for attention, and the way her juices mixed with the hot tub’s churn made my head spin. I didn’t think. I didn’twant to think. My trunks were down in a flash, my cock springing free, hard and aching, the tip already leaking precum.
I lined up, my hand shaking as I guided myself to her entrance. Her eyes locked onto mine, wide and dark, that playful glint gone, replaced by something hungry, something that said shewanted this as bad as I did. “Danny…” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the hum of the jets, but it was enough to push me over the edge. I slid into her, slow at first, feeling the tight, wet heat of her pussy grip me inch by inch. Fuck, she was tight—her walls clenched around me, pulling me in deeper, and I groaned, my head dropping to her shoulder. No condom, nothing between us, just raw, slick skin on skin. Her cervix nudged against the tip of my cock as I bottomed out, and she gasped, her nails digging into my back.
“Shit, Mom,” I muttered, my voice rough, my hips already moving, rutting into her like I couldn’t stop. The water splashed around us, hot and chaotic, as I fucked her standing in the hot tub, her leg still hooked around my waist. Her pussy was sloppy wet, juices coating my cock, mixing with the water, making every thrust slick and loud. I could hear it—the wetslap of our bodies, the way her breath came in short, desperate pants, the soft moans she tried to stifle. Her bikini top had slipped, one breast spilling out, bouncing with every thrust, her nipple hard and dark, begging to be sucked.
“You… you feel so fuckin’ good,” I growled, my hand sliding down to grip her ass, pulling her harder against me. Her other leg came up, wrapping around me, and I stumbled back, bracing us against the edge of the hot tub. The jets pounded against my back, but I barely noticed. All I could feel was her—her pussy squeezing me, her thighs trembling, the way her hips rolled to meet every thrust. Her hands were everywhere—my shoulders, my hair, clawing at my neck like she was trying to pull me closer, deeper.
“Oh, God, Danny,” she moaned, her head tilting back, her throat exposed. A bead of sweat—or maybe water—rolled down her neck, disappearing into her cleavage. Her pussy clenched harder, and I could feel her getting close, her walls fluttering around my cock. “Don’t… don’t stop, baby,” she gasped, her voice breaking, raw and needy. Her fingers found her clit, rubbing frantic circles, and the sight of it—her touching herself while I fucked her—nearly sent me over the edge.
The tension had been building all night, hadn’t it? Those stolen glances, her teasing, the way her bikini barely held her curves, the way she’d leaned into me, her breasts brushing my arm when we laughed. It was like every moment had been leading to this—her legs spread, my cock buried deep, the hot tub hiding nothing. I could smell her now, not just the chlorine and whiskey, buther—musky, sweet, the scent of her arousal thick in the air. Her pussy juice was dripping, coating my balls, slicking her thighs, and I wanted to taste it, to bury my face between her legs, but there was no time. Not now. Not when I was so fucking close.
“Mom, I’m… fuck, I’m gonna—” I started, but she cut me off, her lips crashing against mine. Her tongue was hot, desperate, tasting of whiskey and cigarettes, and I kissed her back, hard, my hips slamming into her faster. The water churned violently, splashing over the edge, but I didn’t care. Her pussy spasmed, her whole body shaking as she came, her moans muffled against my mouth. Her juices gushed, warm and thick, coating my cock, and that was it. I couldn’t hold back. I groaned, low and guttural, and came hard, my cock pulsing as I shot deep inside her, thick ropes of cum filling her pussy, mixing with her juices, leaking out around me.
We stayed like that for a moment, panting, her legs still wrapped around me, my cock softening inside her. The jets kept humming, oblivious, as the water settled around us. Her bikini was a mess, one breast still out, the bottoms twisted to the side, her pussy still exposed, glistening with our combined fluids. She looked at me, her eyes heavy-lidded, a lazy, satisfied smile on her lips. “Well, damn, Danny,” she murmured, her voice hoarse. “Didn’t think you had it in ya.”
I laughed, shaky, my heart still racing. “Yeah, well… you pushed me,” I said, trying to sound cocky, but my voice was too raw, too honest. I pulled out slowly, watching as a mix of my cum and her juices dripped from her pussy, swirling into the water. Fuck, that was hot. Too hot. I sank back into the tub, my head spinning, trying to process what the hell just happened.
She adjusted her bikini, covering herself up, but that smile stayed. She grabbed her whiskey, taking a long sip, the ice clinking softly. “Guess we’re gonna need to clean this hot tub,” she said, her tone light, but her eyes were still on me, still burning. “You gonna join me for round two in the shower, or you too worn out already?”
My cock twitched at the thought, despite everything. Was she serious? Did I want her to be? The moonlight caught her skin, her curves, the way she looked at me like she wasn’t done. Not by a long shot. What the fuck had I started?