" I Love You, Mom! " - Sex Stories

" I Love You, Mom! "

... found her in my fantasies. So I could safely say, deep down in me, I think I had something for my Mom. It's not just pure lust. It's more to do with love and less to do with lust. But then again, I guess lust is a part of love. Or whatever. She was my Mom, my friend, my sister and my everything. 'Aaaaaaannd.. Happy birthday, Mom!' I gave her the bottle of wine and the small bouquet of roses I'd bought for her. She tore open the wrapping paper carefully and once she saw what's inside, a huge warm smile spread across her face. 'Honey, you shouldn't ha-' 'Oh, please Mom!' I cut her short and bent forward to give her another kiss. I think she wasn't expecting that right then, because she couldn't turn her head in time and my lips landed partially on her lips. About two seconds passed before we realised the mistake and broke the kiss. By then I had a hard-on. Another couple of seconds passed in an awkward silence. 'Maybe I should go have a shower. I'm tired.' I finally managed to break the silence. 'Good idea. But before you go.. do you want to go out for dinner tonight, or would you rather celebrate at home?' asked Mom. Apparently she wasn't as affected by the mistake as I was. Maybe because she never loved me and lusted after me the same way I did for her, and also because it was an innocent mistake. 'Your call Mom.' I smiled and ran upstairs. *** After the shower I was in my bed, relaxed, listening to some music. I had to beat the shit out of my dick to feel stable after ...

... what happened. Now as I lay in the bed, I was feeling somewhat clear-headed and generally better. Then I heard the bathroom door close and the shower turn on. Mom had gone to take a shower. My mind raced down the memory lane and came back with some memories of a habit of Mom's. After a shower it was her habit to wear a towel around her hair, like a bun, till it dried. She rarely used the hair dryer. While her hair is still wet, she'd wear another towel covering her body and she'd do whatever she had to do inside the house, wearing these. More often than not, this second towel ended some 6 inches above her knees. So maybe if I'm lucky, today also would be one of those days, I told myself. I felt my dick respond to that thought. I was ready when Mom finished her shower. I was listening intently to the sounds coming from the bathroom and just as she opened the door, I came out of my room and went past the bathroom. There she was, in all her glory, wearing what seemed to be a towel (it was that small). She looked even hotter than I had remembered. She saw me coming that way. Biting her lip and throwing me a flirtatious look, she did a couple of poses like a bikini model, for me to see. 'Not bad! I'd give a 9.' I joked. 'Why, what happened to that other 1?' She asked me playfully. 'That's because I didn't see everything.' She burst out laughing again and I joined her. 'Hey, wanna help me prepare lunch?' 'Yeah sure.' She started towards the kitchen. Even though I had already had a ...