Wicked Witch: Mom & Me - Sex Stories

Wicked Witch: Mom & Me

... still smiling "Let's work on those jeans. First off, you have to lose those boxers. The Incredible Hulk doesn't wear boxers." I just stared at her, uncertain what to do. "Come on, honey, it's getting late, get 'em off!" "Right here?" I asked, uncertain, "Right in the kitchen?" "Yes, right here. I've seen you naked before. If you're too shy to show me that big package, turn around and I'll try not to stare at your ass, or at least not too much!" It was obvious she wasn't going to take no for an answer. Part of me did want to show her "my big package", which was definitely "big" at the moment. The larger part of me, though, was too shy to whip my hard-on out in front of my mother so I turned around and unfastened the snaps and tugged the jeans down. Because they WERE tight it tugged my boxers down with it and they ended up at my knees. I was rather embarrassed and did a little dance to get out of both the jeans and the boxers, ending up kicking the boxers away. "Oo-ooh, shake it baby!" called my mother, laughing. "Great buns, nice ass!" And then I thought I heard her say sotto voce "And that's a nice big cock too!" What? I thought, she can't see my cock - which was thrusting straight up to the ceiling. But then I realized I was standing in front of our big fridge, which has a glass panel on the right and I looked into the glass and found myself looking right into my mother's eyes! Mortified but also a little proud that my mom admired my body, I quickly pulled the jeans up my ...

... legs and hopped a little as I yanked the jeans all the way up. Then I struggled for a minute trying to get the zip up and fastened without getting my throbbing cock caught in the zip. "Having trouble getting them closed over that 'bulge'?" she asked, sweetly. "I'm OK now." I replied. "Ok, I need to fix the bottoms of your jeans". Then she knelt down with big pair of what I realized were pinking shears and proceeded to cut off the bottoms of each leg a little below the knee. As she did so I was treated to a titillating view down her blouse, her beautiful breasts swaying gently as she worked. She glanced up at me and grinned. "Enjoying the view, big fella?" "Uh, yes". "So I see", she said, looking directly at my huge erection which was right in front of her face. Then to my astonishment, she leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on it. Then she rose to her feet. "OK. That's done." my mother replied, "Let's put on the makeup." She then rummaged in the bag and came up with the bottles of makeup I had seen earlier. "Take off your shirt." she ordered. "We don't want to get green on it." I slowly peeled off my shirt as my mother opened the bottle of green goo and poured some on her hand. "Close your eyes." she commanded and I did so. She stepped close to me and I could smell the faint scent of her soap. And I felt he breasts brush my chest, which didn't reduce by erection by any means. She then reached up to my face and slowly rubbed it over my face - cheeks, forehead and nose and ...