Howwee And His Mother - Sex Stories

Howwee And His Mother

... good boy and a good son honey mommy loves you so much.&#034 Mommy? I never called her mommy anymore. She leaned over and into me for the kiss on my forehead. They (her breasts) were touching me as I looked down into the deep valley of her cleavage. She broke the kiss and raised her head a few inches from my face. I looked down and might have groaned. Both nipples were in view and nearly all of her breasts were freed from the tiny robe. She knew didn't she? She had to know. Our eyes met and she was no longer smiling. Her lips were parted, the tip of her tongue visible. As she made to move away her right hand dragged across the blanket and came in contact with my erection. She made no move to cover her exposed breasts, and erect nipples. It was too much for a teenage boy. I squirted, and squirted and squirted moaning with passion. She got off the bed and said she'd best wash my blanket. With no chance to shield my own nudity from her she pulled the blanket away leaving the evidence of my lust in plain view. She gave the blanket a small shake. Her robe opened, the tie completely undone now. The perfect triangle of brown pubic hair clearly visible. She stopped at the door brought the blanket to her lips and proceeded to clean the mess I'd left just minutes earlier. Her right hand dropped to her pussy and using two fingers she masturbated. &#034Uh...uh...uh...uh..uh..uh..uh..uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh...oh, baby...oh Howwee...aaaahhhhhh.&#034 Mom stood shaking in my ...

... door way as she recovered from her orgasm. She shed her robe standing not fifteen feet from my bed completely nude. A Goddess. She should have a painting done standing just like that I thought, and hung in a museum where thousands of people could enjoy her voluptuous bewitching charms. She pulled the belt loose from her robe and tied it around her hips where it did a poor job of covering her pubic area. It would have been absurd if it had not been so completely obscene. I carried that image with me for the rest of my life. She used her robe to clean the moisture from between her legs, and her pussy. &#034I love you.&#034 Her voice a smoky whisper, and the tone was not what a mother used when expressing her love towards her son. It was one lover to another. I jacked off twice that night before I was sated enough to sl**p. I'm not sure what I expected in the morning, but she was aloof. I assumed it was the only way she could handle what had taken place. To say I was disappointed would be an understatement. There was nothing I could to do but wait. CHAPTER TWO We lived across from the school. Mom and I both walked over each day but not together. I was a freshman, and had no girlfriend. I was six feet talk but only weighed 135 pounds. Add a pair of black frame glasses and I looked like a nerd. I wasn't however I was a starter on the football team, and made the varsity basketball team. This was before I'd taken biology class with my mom as the teacher. What worked out really well ...