" I Love You, Mom! " - Sex Stories

" I Love You, Mom! "

I steered my car into the drive and parked it beside my Mom's. Checked myself from the rear view mirror for one last time, to make sure I didn't look like the devil himself, took the little gift I've bought for Mom and started toward the house. My name is Kevin. I'm twenty one years old and I'm a college student. I live with my Mom, who was turning forty one that day. She and my Dad divorced when I was small and she'd been taking care of me ever since. Dad would visit us about every two months and judging by their laughter and endless chatting, personally I think they're on a lot better terms now than when they were together. My Mom is Emma. And like I said, she is forty one. She has black hair that drops to about a couple of inches above the waist, and pretty eyes. Since she's a single Mom, she's been always conscious about her figure. Frankly I don't have anything to say about that, because a gorgeous woman like her must definitely enjoy the attention she's getting. Her greatest assets, I'd say, are her breasts. She's not really a beauty queen but with her reasonably sized breasts and the nice ass, she's damn hot. At least to me. I opened the door and went in. 'SURPRISE, MOM!' 'Oh, shut it, Kev! Do you really think I didn't hear you pull up?' 'Shit!' She came half-running towards me and gave me a hug. 'Oh my god, I missed you darling!' 'I know Mom, I missed you too!' I kissed her on her cheeks. 'Eww! Your stubble! Shave it off idiot!' 'Haha no way. Girls love it.' 'Well, ...

... for the next three weeks I'm the only girl you're gonna be with, so you'd better shave it off big boy!' I broke the hug and took a couple of steps back. I wanted to see her better. I wanted to see how good she looked. I had missed that sight. She was wearing a short one piece dress she sometimes wore when she's at home. It wasn't tight and at the same time, wasn't loose too. It just fit her. She looked sexy in that, all curvy and shit. Or should I say 'hot'? Her breasts and ass were perfectly complimented by the loosely hugging dress and it ended about a good 4 or 5 inches above her knees, revealing her amazing, smooth legs. And at the top, it had a somewhat low square cut with no sleeves, just straps. I could see some cleavage and.. holy shit! She wasn't wearing a bra! How the fuck had I missed it when I hugged her? I immediately felt my dick give a little twitch. God bless the person who invented underwear. 'Wow, you look amazing Mom.' 'Why, thank you!' she said rolling her eyes. 'I'm not kidding! You look rather hot!' At that she burst out laughing. 'Now now.. That would do, young man. If you keep on doing it, I don't know where you'd stop.' Oh, how I'd love to find that out, I thought to myself. You see, growing up, my Mom was the one woman I was always interested in. Maybe it wouldn't have been so had Dad been there, but since he wasn't, Mom was 'the woman' in my life. When I went through puberty and started experiencing and trying out new things, for whatever the reason I ...