Anything - For Mommy's Boy - chapter 1 / 3 - Sex Stories

Anything - For Mommy's Boy - chapter 1 / 3

... long red hair fluffed and heavily sprayed, in the style of the 'big hair' 80's rock bands. I thought it looked a little old-fashioned, but still very pretty. I moved a stack of pizza boxes so that I could open the door for her. I reminded myself that since I graduated, I had time. I'd need to clean the place up and take the trash out sometime soon. As I pulled the door open, she pursed her lips and blew on the heart locket I had given her for Mother's Day when I was nine or ten. She wiped it with a tissue. When she let go of it, the shiny pendant fell back to its position between her impressive boobs.

Her black blouse made her skin seem even paler. She wore a pastel green miniskirt and green 3-inch heels, along with light green eye shadow and bright red lipstick, which strongly accentuated the blue green of her eyes and the red of her hair. The upper third of her breasts were exposed, and I could see the shape of her big nipples through her tight top. She wasn't wearing a bra, just something to hold her big breasts up, like honeydews on a shelf. She looked ridiculously hot and sleazy for almost forty.

If any other woman looked like Mom, and looked at me with her facial expression, I'd immediately know that she wanted to fuck me. I'd also be happy to cooperate. I knew my mother was an untrustworthy slut and had to be after something, probably money. She'd run away a few months after she got pregnant with my twin sisters, then kept popping up whenever she was in trouble ...

... or broke. Other than their sporadic visits of a few days or weeks, it was just Dad and I since I was 14.

Mom looked up at me with a sexy smile. "I'm so happy to see my baby boy again! You don't know how much Mommy missed you!" The tone in her voice and the look on her face said, "I want to ride you."

"You missed me so much you didn't call for three months? Other than dad's funeral, the last time I heard from you was you asking me for money the day I turned 21! Dad was sick and heartbroken for years, and I had to take care of him until he passed. You put us through hell!"

"I'm so sorry for that, baby, but things can change. Can we come in, please?" I noticed her perfume, something musky with citrus. I liked it.

"Ok, but just lunch."

"Of course, sweetie."

"So where should we order food from?"

"I'll cook for you. I've learned a lot since the charcoal birthday cake."

I laughed, as I remembered my 6th birthday. She had cut the burnt outside of the cake away, but it had still tasted like ashes with frosting.

She kissed my cheek and turned to my older sister. "Set the groceries in the fridge for now, Karen. We need to clean up a little before we cook." I was surprised they brought groceries instead of asking me for money. I wondered, 'What's she up to?'

As Mom walked around the kitchen, I could see a bit of lacy black panties at the bottom of her short little green miniskirt, and a little of her butt cheeks a few times. She was a nasty slut, no question ...