After School - Sex Stories

After School

My son turned 18, and my wife, daughter, and mother were sitting at the dinner table eating pizza. I let my son have a beer, he was smiling from cheek to cheek.

Then he says, “Dad, do you remember your 18th birthday?”

I get a big smile on my face and look over at my mom. She had a big smile on her face, then reached over to grab my hand.

My 18th birthday changed my life. I couldn’t tell my son what really happened, so I made up some fictious story, while my mom squeezed my hand several times…

After school, on the day I'd turned eighteen, I stopped by my parent’s dessert shop on the way home. It was my birthday, and Mom said she’d have a big treat for me. Boy was she right!!

As I stepped across the threshold, she locked the door saying that she didn't want any more last-minute customers. That was cool with me; I was going to get what I wanted. The place smelled so good. Pastries, donuts, and an assortment of cakes were everywhere. I was in sweet tooth heaven. Mom stood behind the glass counter and reached down to the lowest shelf and brought up the plumpest maple bar I’d ever seen.

“WOW Mom that looks Awesome”, I said with amazement.

She smiled sweetly and responded, “Only the best for my baby”.

I snickered and asked her if I could get a dozen of them.

Her smile increased, and she said, “help me move a few things and I will”.

Little did I know that what she wanted help in moving would change my outlook of older women forever.

Mom was in her ...

... mid-forties. She was average size and had wavy brunette hair. She also had a tight, firm ass as she worked out all time. She was a 36C, and I never noticed any sag in those enormous honkers that she tried to hide by wearing loose fitting dresses that buttoned all the way down the front. On this day, she had on a dark brown floral print dress, one with big round buttons that went from the high neckline clear to the hem at mid-calf.

"Grab this and follow me into the office," she said, indicating a small pan of what looked like some kind of syrupy stuff.

Picking up the pan I followed her as we made our way to the back of the shop. Just as we entered what passed as an office she suddenly stopped and turned around. Unfortunately for me my eyes had been glued to her swaying butt and I didn't react in time to prevent myself from running right into her. The pan I was holding rammed into her big tits and tilted inward. The contents sloshed out and hit her on the neck, ran down the front of her dress and spilled to the floor.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry Mom," I stammered watching as the syrupy mess dripped down the front of her.

At first, I thought I was doomed, but to my surprise she didn't seem upset at all. She pointed at a door off to the side of the office and softly told me to get some paper towels. I ran over and opened the door to what turned out to be a small restroom. Sitting on a shelf near the sink were several rolls of paper towels. Grabbing a roll, I rushed back over ...