Who Says I Can't Fuck My Mother? - Sex Stories

Who Says I Can't Fuck My Mother?

It was one of those late summer days. I was done with homework and was watching tv. My mom, a single parent, was snoring on the couch. This was her routine. She came home, gave me a kiss, asked how my day was, and than went into her room to get her work clothes off and put on something comfy for home. As it was hot and humid, this was only a overlong t shirt.

Coming out the bedroom, she went to the kitchen, got herself a cup of coffee, went to the living room, sat on the couch, lit a cigarette and watched what ever was on the telly.

More often than not, did she not even finish that first cigarette, but fell asleep right there and then, and, within the span of 5 min or so, started snoring. Usually her head was fallen back and her breathing was slow and shallow.

Maybe I should describe her a bit.

My mom was in her late 30th, slim, tall with black hair, big black eyes, a very firm small little bud and smallish breast. Bigger than a champagne glass but not those ugly jugs many of her friends had. They had the most beautiful, very dark large circle around the nipples and the nipples them self where naughty little buggers, often strong and hard pushing thru her tops.

How I knew that. My mother often walked stark naked thru the house, not flashing her assets but also not hiding them. She just had a very relaxed and open way about her body and sexuality.

In those moments I also became a good view of her love triangle. It was and still is for me the most ...

... beautiful sight in the world. It is just like the hair on her head a deep black, however here it is finely curled and as I was soon to find out beautifully course and well trimmed. It was like a perfectly manicured lawn. The sides where shaved so that nothing lurked out of her panties. She also shaved her lips, wish where rather dominant and also a deep brown, rather than the light olive colour of the rest of her skin, as I also was soon was to find out. One could eat that pussy without having to worry about pubic hair in one's mouth.

When I earlier said,she was relaxed about her body and sexuality, I maybe should add she seemed to love both and enjoyed sharing it.

Some would call her a slut or hoe, I think she just enjoyed dick and fucking.

And that I overheard several times, when she and her friends would discuss the latest adventures and dick sizes and performances.

It sounded, she enjoyed a big dick and would maybe try a real monster.

And many times I heard that deep guttural moaning when she got worked.

I got instantly a hard-on and most times came way before her and her lover where done.

But for now she was gently snoring on the couch. I could see the outline of her breast under the faded t shirt. I realized I got hard again and pulled my cock out of my pants.

I don't have a monster but most girls either smile or at least comment on its size. It is about 8inches long but very thick, and when I say thick, I mean fat. It has a circumference of somewhere ...