The Approaching Storm - Sex Stories

The Approaching Storm

It was a warm summer night, and my window was open, a gentle breeze blowing across my sheets. In the far west, I could hear the sound of a summer thunder storm. It would probably reach us within the hour, I thought. I heard another sound --- and suddenly realized that it was the sound of my bedroom doorknob being turned, rattling gently. The door creaked open, and my mother stood there. In the dim light coming from the hallway I could see that she was wearing a short nightie, and I had no idea what she wanted. "Mark, are you asl**p?" she whispered. "No, Mom," I said. "I'm just laying here, listening to the thunder in the distance." She sat on the edge of the bed. "I've always liked summer thunderstorms at night," she said. "It reminds me of all those old spooky movies your father and I used to watch together." My father had left us over three years ago, and I knew that my mother missed him terribly. "You and Dad had a lot of things going for you, huh?" "Yes, we did. He really knew how to take care of a woman's needs -- if you know what I mean." "I think I do." "I miss his manliness, Mark." She put her hand on my thigh, and I could feel the sudden warmth of her hand through the sheet. "There are other men, Mom," I said, my voice quivering just a little. "Yes, Mark, there's you!" She moved her hand upward, and then I felt her other hand touch my leg. I didn't know what had come over her. I could feel her hands shake as she moved both up my legs, and then I could feel the ...

... pressure against my cock. I just lay there and didn't say a word. I was afraid that she might stop. I could feel her hands reach under the covers and find my bare legs. Then, she moved the covers off of me altogether. I was a virgin, and hadn't ever even thought of some- thing like this. It kind of scared me, it wasn't like my mother to do something like this. I didn't know how to react, but at 14 I was rock hard anyway. I was wearing only my jockey shorts. I felt her hand move up my thigh to the bulge in my crotch. When her hand came into contact with my throbbing hardon through my shorts, it was like a jolt of electricity went through me. I moaned softly. "Oh, yes," she whispered. "That feels like a real man's cock to me. It's about the size of your father's hard dick, Mark." She leaned over me and put a hand on either side of the elastic band of my shorts. She put her fingers under the elastic, and I moved my ass off the bed to let her pull them down. She pulled them across my cock, and there was an audible slap as my cock jumped up and hit me in the belly. She pulled them all the way down to my ankles, and then off. "I want to suck your cock, Mark." Then she leaned over me, and I could feel her hot breath on my balls as one hand went to my cock and the other to my balls. Suddenly, I could feel her tongue flick out and lick the underside of my dick as she held it in her hand and guided it toward her mouth. "Ooh, your balls are so big and hairy," she whispered as she hefted them ...