A Visit from Mom - Sex Stories

A Visit from Mom

... my pajamas. "It's long...and it's hard...and I need it tonight."

I stood frozen as she released my cock and pulled my pajamas off of my hips. They fell in a heap around my ankles. Her hand again wrapped around my cock, this time her other hand massaged my balls.

"Tonight I was dancing with two young guys. They spent the evening competing to see which of them could compliment me more. They were actually funny as they struggled to seduce me. It was flattering and I was anticipating a night of non-stop, tag team sex that would last until I tired of them and threw them out. I was so wet, expecting hands and lips all over my body for hour after hour. Then another young man comes to the table and, just for a moment, I pictured having three. It was such a delicious dream. Then one of my young men excuses himself and went away with that guy. Soon my last guy says that he is going to get us drinks. As I sit waiting by myself, I look over to see him and the other two leaving with two giggly girls. Baby, I was crushed. I just cannot be alone tonight."

"It's all right mom, you don't have to be alone. You never have to be alone." Years ago my mother's phobia about being alone would drive me crazy. Her habit of bringing home scruffy looking guys in dirty blue jeans and flannel shirts was embarrassing and made me angry until I understood. As I grew older, I began to understand my mother, and once we started making love, life became quieter and more rational. I also learned that ...

... I enjoyed making love with her.

Mother released me and sat on the bed to remove her stockings. That gave me a moment to pick up my pajamas and hang them on the bedpost before sitting beside her. Even watching her remove her stockings was extremely erotic for me. Watching her hold up each leg before rolling down her stockings and then pulling them off of her feet was like watching a ballet that made my cock sizzle. She opened her purse and took out a small bottle before putting her stockings inside.

As I sat mesmerized by her, she turned to me. "Will you unhook me? I know that you have always liked to do that." She smiled at me with that teasing smile I knew so well.

I reached for the clasp at the back of her bra, easily releasing the three hooks. She held it as the elastic fabric fell loose before stripping it off of her arms and throwing it onto her dress.

"It always feels good to take that thing off. If I didn't need it, I would let the girls fly free, but if I had, they would be sagging to my belly by now." She turned toward me and lifted her arms over her head. "You've always loved my boobies haven't you sweetheart?"

Once again, there they were right in front of me. So beautiful; round and full, crowned with those wonderful pink gumdrop nipples that I could nurse on for hours. It was all I could do to croak out a response.

"They are beautiful mom."

"Much nicer than any of the little tootsies your age. Those three bozos left me to run off with two ...