Happy Mother's Day

I opened the door, and there she was, coming down the stairs in that black satin robe. The front split riding on her thighs was enticing enough, but she was drinking a coke as she came down the stairs, lifting her robe even higher and stretching out her tits a little more. I noticed right away that her nipples were hard as diamonds and that between her being risen on the stairs and that stretch from drinking, if she had had any pubes, they would have been in plain sight. My dick was starting to get hard and I could feel it moving on the towel.

"Oh hi, sweetie," she said after swallowing the last of the soda. Her eyes drifted down my fairly well muscled torso and to the rising tent that was the towel around my waist. She smiled a little bit. "Well, lifting those weights did make you bigger," she purred. I started walking toward my door and she towards hers; we met in the middle of the hallway. Mom got close enough that my towel covered boner was rubbing against her satiny night gown and her eyes shifted from my shoulders down my chest, my toned abs and finally to the towel. "Real big," she whispered, rubbing her own tight abs against my terry cloth covered head. "Sleep sweet, honey. I'll make us breakfast in the morning," she added and turned around, her tight ass swishing softly under her satin robe. She walked through her door and started disrobing, looking over her shoulder at me with a devilish gleam in her eye as she knocked the door shut.

I walked into my room, confused, horny, and hot as hell for my mom. I didn't dream that night. I shut my eyes and what felt like two minutes later passed and there was a knocking on my door. I opened my eyes and sat up, the rays of sun coming through the basement window nearly blinding me. I looked down and my cock wasn't at full attention, but it was semi-hard and very visible under the thin blanket.

"Yeah," I heard myself say as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and yawned. Mom poked her head around the corner, her reddish brown hair still wet and almost straight from the shower and clinging to a longer red terry-cloth robe, one that she had had for most of my life. It was thin in all the right places now that I was looking at her like that, and over the tops of her breasts it was almost threadbare. For some reason I was actually glad she was wearing a sports bra under it; I don't think I could have taken seeing my nearly naked mother nipping out and bare-chested under that old robe that early in the morning.

"Sweetie, breakfast is ready," she said, her eyes drifting down my body. They settled on my crotch and a slight smile curled her lip. "Throw some clothes on and get something to eat."

My mind went ballistic as she shut the door. The only thing I could think of was Mom laying on the table, waiting for me, propped up on one arm, a bottle of honey in the other hand and drizzling it over her wet, hot, shaved pussy for me to start munching. A small plastic saucer was between her thighs, ready to catch all the juice from that hot pink slit of hers and I some how knew that she would be the one licking it clean, not me.

I shook my head clear and was still determined to play her game, whatever it may be. I put on a pair of sweat pants and left my chiseled torso uncovered save for the fine layer of light brown fuzz covering my lower abs and the thatch on my chest. My dick was tenting the sweatpants so much that the drawstring was pulled away from my stomach, giving her a good view of my thick root if she chose to look. I don't remember walking up the stairs so much as floating up them and then hovering into the dining room.

Mom was still wearing that thinning red robe of hers, but her back was to me as she was working at the stove to finish breakfast. The smell of the bacon and eggs frying helped bring me back to reality a little, but it didn't distract me enough to let some of the iron out of my staff. I leaned against the back of a chair, using it for support. My legs crossed as I stood, my left foot over my right, and my tool pointed straight at Mom's ass. I couldn't help but lick my lips as she shifted her weight while finishing our food.

"Sweetie, we have to talk," she said, turning around with a plate of bacon and eggs in each hand. Her eyes were already half glazed over as they met my face, trailed down my body and to the hardon in my jogging pants. Her eyes stayed there for a minute and her pink tongue licked her lips and her teeth pinched her lower lip. Her head shot up and she smiled, her eyes were so glazed the irises looked like they were bleeding out into the whites of her eyes. "We have a lot to talk about from the looks of things."

She set the plates on the table and poured two glasses of milk and a glass of orange juice for her. Almost 2 minutes passed in eternal silence until Mom spoke.

"I really wasn't expecting you home, you know. I didn't mean for you to see me like that," she said between bites of bacon. "But when you did, I just froze. You stared at me like all women want to be stared at," she continued, pausing for only a moment to drink some juice, "it's just not that I expected it from my son."

"Hey, look," I started. She rose a hand and stopped me. I realized it sounded like I was going to apologize, and that's not what I wanted to do; not even close.

"You liked it and you know it," she said. I felt her foot worm its way up my calf and between my thighs. Her toes found my half-hard cock and started squirming on it, massaging it back to its full hardness. A smile crept on her face and it turned into a devilish grin. "You still like it. You like Mommy playing with your cock, don't you," she said and started stroking its length, still working it with her toes.

I was speechless. I just sat back and groaned, enjoying the feeling of my mom giving me a foot job. Then, as quickly as she began, she stopped, giggled girlishly and stood up, putting her plate and glasses in the sink.

"Looks like you like it, too," I said and wolfed down the rest of my breakfast. I hadn't even realized that my heart was pounding as hard as it was and my breath was coming in ragged gasps. She turned around, her robe falling open, revealing that white sports bra she was wearing and thankfully it was still tied shut at her waist, albeit very loosely.

"Oh baby, I've been thinking about this for years," she said, giving a little happy sigh. I must have looked surprised; she started laughing again. "You just look so much like your dad. In every way. You even have his laugh," she said, almost purring.

"So when were you going to..." I started to say.

Mom picked up my empty plate from the table and I drained my milk, giving her the empty glass as well. "I was going to at Easter," she said. "I was going to screw you six ways from Sunday, and in ways you can't even imagine; well, probably can't, anyway. But..." she said.

"You couldn't find time; too much family around," I finished for her. She smiled and nodded, blushing a little. I was starting to sweat just thinking about what ever it was that Mom wanted to do with me. I know what was going through my mind, and it was my cock, her cunt, and everywhere and every position I had ever seen; even outside on the hood of the car in broad daylight. We would take a break from washing it and decide to buff the paint, mom wearing some Daisy Duke cut-offs and a white shirt tied in a knot beneath her pendulous tits, the white fabric having gone transparent from getting all wet and soapy. Her tanning midriff was speckled with soap suds as well, and her short were soaked, both from her rubbing herself on the car and from being sloppy with the hose. She pulled her shorts off, flinging them into the yard, and sat on the hood, spreading her legs. The hose was on and running its cool water over her breasts and across her spread pussy lips, the cool water making her shiver and twitch in desire.

"Hey, you listening to me?" Mom laughed.

"Huh, no, I...uh..." I stammered.

"Were day dreaming about sticking your rock hard cock in your Mother's pussy," she said, still laughing a little. "Little Oedipal complex rising?" she said, turning her head to look at my lap. "Or a big one, from the looks of it."

I felt myself blush. "So I understand why you want to fuck me. I look like dad, and he died when he was about my age. Must be really tempting for you," I said. Mom blushed and stepped forward to the chair, putting one foot up on it, her robe splitting open and the loosely tied sash became undone. Her bald pussy was on display and she teased one finger down her side, across her pelvic arch and down into the cleft concealing her lips. That one finger sank into her snatch as far as she could push it, and I could see the muscles in her forearm flex as she fingered herself. A low throaty moan escaped her lips and her head rolled back as her eyes closed.

"Oh baby, you have no idea at all. I haven't been with anyone since your Dad; not one man, not one woman. I was waiting for the perfect man to come along," she said, still fingering herself, but slowly. "I don't know if you're him, but you sure look the part," she added and stuck a second finger in herself. She started stroking them in and out of her steaming cunt and they made juicy squishes as they plumbed her cum out of her. Her flower opened, showing her pink lips and her stiff little clit poking out already from its little hood. She stopped and trailed her fingers back up her stomach to her bra, and she lifted them to her mouth and slowly licked all of her juice from them.

"So my question is, sweetie, why do you want this pussy? Do you want these tits? This body?" she said and shouldered her robe to the floor. "Why do you want to fuck your own mother, Brandon James?"

My cock was aching. I almost blew my load in my shorts and the gray-tented fabric had a growing dark spot where the head of my dick was pushing against it and oozing pre-cum. My mouth was open and my throat had gone dry.

"Because my mother is the sexiest woman I have ever seen," I heard myself say. The voice in my head and the voice in my ears were the same this time. "You have the body of a 20 year old, Mom. You take care of yourself, and I've never loved a girl the same way as you," I said. Mom peeled her sports bra off and she was naked before me. She sat on the table where my breakfast was only moments before, her left leg on my lap and her right leg dangling down to the floor. Her pussy was open and I could smell her clean, but still heady wetness. My mouth went from dry to full-salivation in an instant.

"You want to fuck your mother?" she said demurely, reaching forward and peeling the sweatpants off my throbbing cock. It slapped up into my belly after being freed and then settled with a bob at its normal angle. I could only manage a nod. Mom rubbed her thumb around the tip of my head, smearing the oozing cum from my piss slit around and driving me to the point of orgasm with only one finger. I let out a low throaty moan. "You want to cum in your mother," she purred. I nodded again. Then it was over. I couldn't feel her touching me any more and I snapped back to attention and Mom had already hopped off the table.

"But....what? Why?" I stammered, my dick twitching uncontrollably.

"Sorry baby, but I have to run some errands," she giggled. She bent over and picked up the robe, spreading her legs a few inches apart, giving me a look at that scrumptious pussy of hers. The robe went back on her shoulders and she flipped her hair out of it with her hands. "We have plenty of time for playing later, Bran," she said. The sash on the robe tied shut and my cock stopped twitching but stayed as hard as ever. "Mow the yard while I'm gone, I'll be back for supper," she said and kissed my forehead. I managed to break my shock long enough to watch her skip out of the dining room. The lustiest, sexiest, prettiest vixen I have ever seen in the flesh just skipped out of the room; I couldn't help but laugh.

Mom put some clothes on and I took a shower. She was gone when I was out, and I looked at the clock. It was 10am. This was going to be the longest 8 hours of my life.

Most of the time passed in a daze. I put a pair of jeans on to mow in, leaving my torso bare to pick up some sun. I managed to stay with it just enough to not put my foot under the deck of the old push mower, but just barely. I had a hardon until noon. It was only after my sweet mother had been gone for two hours that I could make my dick go down. Those two hours felt like 2 years, and the afternoon dragged out for the rest of the century. I couldn't keep my mind off her, and my cock surged back to life more than once in that time. After the yard was mowed, I went inside and took another shower to get the grass clippings off me. I straightened the already clean house up, I washed the dishes from breakfast, I changed the oil in my car, I washed my car, I cleaned my car, I took a walk, and I even checked my e-mail. I looked at the clock and half expected it to say that it was 2 in the afternoon, but I was over-joyed to see that it was almost 6. Mom would be home soon. I could feel my dick stirring in my pants and I knew that I would never be so happy to see my mother in all my life.

I no more than turned on the TV than she walked in the door.

"Baby, I'm home!" she half-sang. I turned to look at her and saw a vision walking through the house toward me. Mom was wearing a short velvet dress and she looked absolutely stunning encased in the tight crimson velvet. Her hair was curlier than normal and was bouncing with every step. Her tits were also jiggling alluringly. Shopping bags hit the ground in the dining room and she stepped to the couch and jumped over the back, landing next to me with her legs crossed and that dress already creeping up her thighs. I looked at her from the tip of her sneaker-clad toes, following up the creamy curves of her legs to the swell of her hips, the smallness of her waist, the volume of her bosom and the tapering of her hair-draped neck to her perfect face.

"Hi," I breathed out, my mother literally taking my breath away from me. I put a hand on her naked thigh and we both shuddered in ecstasy. It felt as if electricity had been turned on between us, both tickling and arousing at the same time. My mother's half-lidded eyes and her lightly bitten lower lip showed that she was enjoying it as much as I was. My hand slid higher and hers met mine, holding it from sliding around to the hem of her dress. I flexed my fingers and massaged her leg and she smiled.

"Okay, here's the rules," she purred.

"Rules? What the fuck?"

"Yes, baby, rules. We can't live without rules, and we can't just fuck each other silly all the time; not that that wouldn't be just absolutely great," she half-moaned. I felt her thighs quiver and I smelled her sex juicing up.

"Fine, what are the rules then?" I asked, not sounding half as dejected as I was. I leaned in to kiss her on the lips but she turned her head. Not discouraged I started nuzzling her neck instead, licking, biting and breathing my hot breath on her skin from her collar bone to the top of her ear.

"Ohhhh, baby," she moaned throatily. "I can't concentrate when you do that," she moaned out again. She pushed me off her and scooted a little farther away, uncrossing her legs. She cleared her throat and took a deep breath. Her heart was thumping in her chest like a drum, her tits jiggling with each beat. I licked my lips and waited, my hands folding in my lap. I felt my own heart beat in my cock which was throbbing again in my pants. It had been so hard for so long today that I didn't even notice that it had gotten that way again.

"Rules, honey, we have to have rules," she said after taking another second to compose herself. "First off, no fucking unless I say so. No love making, no sex, no humping, no whatever unless I initiate it. Everything else is fair game as long as we can get our clothes back on quickly incase someone comes to the door. All right so far?" Mom said, rubbing her nipples through her dress. I nodded, watching her play with herself.

"No touching in public. Too many people around here still recognize you as my son and then they'll get us in trouble," she continued. I nodded, it only made sense.

"But what if we're not around here?" I asked. "I look so much like Dad," I said. She interrupted me with a throaty, lusty moan. "Okay, I look exactly like Dad, so if we get out of here and say go on a vacation..."

"Then all rules are off, save those stopping us from getting us arrested. The cops will know through back ground checks or whatever, and that's even worse than being caught by a neighbor." I nodded again. "So that leaves us with one question. What are you going to do when I say 'no'?"

"I'll stop. I'll listen to you."

"Why?" she asked, flipping her red-brown curls over her shoulder.

"Because you're my mother, because I love you, and because the sexiest woman in the world asked me to."

"Good answer," she said and leaned in and kissed me. It wasn't the motherly peck on the cheek or forehead or lips that I'd come to know so well. This was a full-on kiss. I could feel her lips on mine, firing up my senses like a bolt of lightening. My dick twitched in my pants and she straddled me slowly, her dress sliding up her hips to reveal some very tiny black lace panties. Dental floss and a doily scrap would have been a better description than underwear. I moved my hands against her crotch and felt her wetness seeping through the thin mesh and woven design and parted her inner folds with my fingers. She moaned into my mouth, opening hers wider for the kiss. I felt her tongue tease along my lips as I moved my forward and the tip of my tongue against the tip of hers. She moaned louder and I started working my fingers under the lace of the thong. She pushed her tits against my chest and I could feel the soft velvet of the dress teasing me, the soft firmness of her tits and the rock hard nipples under it as she wiggled against me.

My fingers found her bare wet pussy after moving her panties, one index finger stroking along her length and dipping just the tip into her hot gushing hole and the other stroking the tip of her clit. She moaned deeply and I felt her entire pussy twitch. She broke the kiss, and I could see a thick string of saliva connecting our lips for an instant before it split. My fingers kept working her pussy and I'm sure she was close to orgasm already.

"No," she moaned. I gave her a final stroke and she shook her head as I pulled my fingers away from her crotch. "Good boy," she moaned, her head falling back, her hands stroking my shoulders and biceps, holding on for balance. She was catching her breath in pants and she slowly rolled her head forward, her lust-glazed eyes staring into mine. "Good boy," she said again, catching her composure. I wasn't sure if she meant the kiss or me stopping. She rose up off the couch and stepped back, smoothing her dress back down. I was still breathing hard from the kiss and looked confused.

"What do you want for supper?" she asked. "Besides this, I mean," she said and pulled her dress up over her hips. She pushed her black thong aside and slowly stroked her unfolded pussy lips. I shook my head slowly, trying to register both what happened and what she said.

"Um, whatever you want, I guess," I said. She laughed and pulled her fingers away from her pussy, set her panties back in place, and smoothed her dress back down. She wandered into the kitchen and I laid my head back so I could watch her sexy ass wiggle its way out of the room. I heard the familiar rattle of pots, pans, and the opening and closing of the refrigerator. I was at a complete loss. My fingers were still wet with her sauce so I did what every red-blooded boy would do; I sucked her wetness from them. The taste was exquisite. I had only eaten two girls out before I had tasted mom, and I have to say that hers was the best. It had the familiar tang to it, but it wasn't over powering and it was really sweet tasting as well. I could have drank glasses of that pussy juice and lived on it.