A Visit from Mom - Sex Stories

A Visit from Mom

... startled when her lips found mine in the darkness, but they were so soft and her body felt so good that I wrapped her up in my arms with unexpected passion. Once her hand found my hard cock, all thoughts of resistance to her simply vaporized.

After that first night, I became her 'go to' guy, experiencing frequent visits by her or invitations to join her in her bed. During those times she taught me how to pleasure her in multiple ways and in multiple positions. I learned to see my mother as an adult woman rather than as the mother who had dressed me and sent me off to school when I was little.

Once I finished my schooling and had a job, I realized that it was time to move out and live life on my own. With no one else in the house, I guess the loneliness set in on my mother and she returned to her old ways of drinking and seeking out men to try to meet her needs. Occasionally that would not work out for her, and her desires would bring her to me. That was when I would hear her key in the lock of my apartment.

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As I woke up, I could see her put her purse on the nightstand and kick off her shoes. I sat up and slid over beside her. She stood up with her back to me. She lifted her hair and said, "Please." I knew what she wanted and was excited to do it.

Standing up behind her, I unhooked the small hook at the back of her dress and pulled down the long zipper. Just the sound of that long zipper would trigger my response. If I was not already hard from sleeping, ...

... pulling down that zipper to reveal her flesh was more than enough to make my cock swell.

Despite her rough lifestyle, mother still looked good. Somehow she had remained slender, her legs looking long and her ass shapely atop the pointy high heels that she wore. Her long black hair fell to her shoulders in soft waves, somehow avoiding the streaks of grey that were often typical for women her age. When she was attracted to a man, her eyes would sparkle and her smile was magnetic. Those would fade when she had been drinking, but then the raw lust that was a part of her would surface. That was the side of her I was seeing more and more often.

I held her hand as she stepped out of her dress, carefully folding it and putting it on a nearby chair. When she turned back to me, I had to admit to still being excited by seeing her standing there in her black bra and panties with her dark stockings. Her bra barely contained the full breasts that bulged conspicuously out of the fabric. Her eyes flashed and she smiled when she noticed me staring at her, my cock pushing out the front of my pajamas.

"You still like looking at me. Even after all these years, I still do it for you."

Even through her drunken haze there was still a sparkle in her eyes and that smile that made me melt.

"Yea, you still look good mom."

She walked toward me like a hungry tigress approaching a wounded antelope.

"I can see your appreciation." Her hand reached down to wrap around the projection from ...