" I Love You, Mom! " - Sex Stories

" I Love You, Mom! "

... vigorous jerk off, my dick was coming back to life, as I watched her nice ass sway side to side when she walked. Briefly touching the stiffening dick, outside the shorts, just to make sure it didn't poke through the cloth and to give it a moment's satisfaction, I started following her. Damn, she was hot. Like, fucking hot! I could barely take my eyes off her nice legs and her firm ass. Maybe I should be ashamed to say this, but I never regretted having such perverted thoughts towards my unsuspecting mother, not even for a second. But in my defence, for each part of lust, there were two parts of love. I helped her peel the potatoes, and then washed and cut the fruits to make a fruit salad. I loved fruit salads and Mom knew it. That was pretty much all I did, since I didn't have enough time to do anything else after spending so much time checking her out, all the while being careful to keep my boner away from her eyes. I don't think she noticed anything but even if she did, she didn't say anything. After everything was readied to be cooked, she went to the pantry and bent down at her hips to open a cupboard. She wanted to take some bowls out. But she didn't have to bend at her hips. She could have just bent her knees and taken those out. But she chose to bend at her hips instead, and the result was, I got to see almost up to her ass cheeks. This was like heaven to me. My boner was raging. I silently thanked god I was seated behind a counter. Had I stood up, she would have ...

... easily seen the tent in my shorts. As she picked up the bowls and came back to the cooker, I thought I saw a slight hint of a smile on her lips. After about 30 minutes the lunch was ready. We sat silently on the couch as we helped ourselves. Mom was sitting right next to me on my right and she had her right leg over her left. Thanks to the skimpy towel, I was able to get an eyeful of her smooth thighs. Smooth like silk. I was hardly able to control myself and pay my attention to the lunch plate. 'You ok honey? You're not eating.' 'Umm yeah, I'm ok Mom.' 'Is my 'dress' distracting you?' 'Not really.' 'Well that's a bummer!' she laughed. She's my Mom all right, but what a fucking flirt. I kept my plate on my lap and placed my right hand on her exposed right thigh. 'This is what's distracting me, not the 'dress', sweetheart.' I whispered in her ear in the most sensual way I could work up. For a fraction of a second, she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. The next moment she recovered as if nothing happened. Meanwhile inside my head, I was cursing myself for losing control (as if it never happens around Mom. LOL) and doing something I shouldn't have done. I wasn't sure how she would react, nor how far I'd gone. She looked at me wide-eyed. I saw only one thing to do to save my sorry ass, and I started laughing, and stuck my tongue out at her, like I used to do when I was a kid. The seriousness in her mood disappeared and she also started laughing. She punched my shoulder, put her arms ...