Meeting the Birth Mother, Part I - Sex Stories

Meeting the Birth Mother, Part I

... she moved back she slid her hand down my chest and gave my cock an “accidental” rub through my swimsuit, then climbed out of the pool. She swung her hips as she walked inside. I followed her in, unsure what to think about this entire situation.

It was getting late. My mom said she was going to go take a bath and go to bed. She was peeling off her swimsuit as she walked down the hallway to her room. She turned and blew me a kiss, giving me a quick glance at her bare mom-tits, then she disappeared into the master bedroom suite with a parting, suggestive, “let me know if there is anything you need during the night...anything at all.”

I gulped.

What. The. Fuck.

I went into the other bathroom and took a shower. I stood in the cold shower, feeling like I desperately needed to stroke one out, but feeling horribly guilty that my boner was for my mom. Every time I thought of her being my mom, I lost momentum. Finally I gave up.

Frustrated, confused, I toweled off, pulled on a pair of cotton shorts, and went back to my bedroom. I closed the door and lay down on the bed, feeling absolutely miserable. This was not what I had expected. I wanted to go home.

What my mother was not-so-subtly suggesting was incest, wasn’t it? Wasn’t incest wrong? But on the other hand, we were both of legal age, so what did it matter? She said she wanted me to be happy. She wore an invisible swimsuit right after we met. She made a ton of suggestive comments. She even stroked my cock for ...

... fuck’s sake!

Fuck it. She had been coming on to me all night. She had better be ready to carry out what she was promising.

It was my turn to smirk. If she wanted games, it was game time. I thought of just walking into my mom’s room naked, but I decided to be more subtle. I opened my laptop and flipped to a porn site. After a little searching I found a video of a hot milfie blonde sticking a dildo in her snatch. She looked a lot like my mom. I cracked my bedroom door open just a hair, ditched my shorts, and started up the video with the sound turned up.

It had been running for barely a minute when my mom appeared at the door, pushing it open without even bothering to knock. I didn't pause the video, but lay back on the bed nude with my 8-and-a-half inches of pulsating, purple steel sticking up in the air. The veins along the shaft throbbed with my heartbeat. I continued to stroke it slowly.

The scent of her bath oils and notions filled the room. She was naked, her pendulous breasts jutting forward capped with wide aureoles and long nipples. A narrow strip of fur ran down between the flare of her hips, pinkish labia hanging below. A drop of fluid hung off the tip of a clitoris emerging from its hood. She ran a hand down her stomach and made circular motions on her pussy.

“You’re still up,” she said, staring at my cock, fingering herself.

She stepped forward and leaned over me. Her face was inches from mine, her tits hovering tantalizingly close to the tip of my ...