Seven Days with Mom - Sex Stories

Seven Days with Mom

... least my cock was hidden now.

"Is he a hunk?"

"Nah. He just got lucky with his sister's friend."

"OK, who has the biggest...you know," she said, lowering her gaze to my groin.

"I don't know. How would I know? We don't go around measuring each other."

"You don't? I thought that's what boys did. You should cut them."

"What?" I asked.

"Your hair," she replied, moving her eyes toward my groin.

"It will make your Mount Everest look bigger," she added.

She closed her eyes and ran her fingers through her blonde hair.

"What happens when you cut yours?" I inquired, looking at the small patch of her golden-hue pubic hair.

"Dunno. You tell me," she replied.

"Maybe it looks more puffy, I guess," I said as I looked at her pubic hair shining under the sunlight.

She opened her eyes and saw me watching her pussy. She leaped to her feet and came running to me and planted her bare ass on my stomach, with her long legs on either side of me.

"Were you watching your own mother's pussy?" she said, lifting her ass and slamming it down on my stomach.

"I wasn't," I lied as her 5'10 body crushed my stomach.

"Now you're lying, too."

She lifted her ass, opening her pussy completely once again, and slammed her body on my stomach as her voluptuous boobs rose and fell with her. I placed my hands on her naked thighs and held her.

Her tits were gorgeous. They were large, perfectly shaped, and despite their size still high and firm.

"You were watching ...

... me, so I was watching yours," I said, looking in her eyes defiantly.

"I'm your mother, so I can watch," she exclaimed as she pinched my nipples.

"OK, I won't. I promise," I pleaded as she twisted my nipples.

"Why won't you? Am I that ugly?" she asked as she jumped once again on my stomach.

"What? What do you want?" I screamed.

I put my hands on her shoulders and tried to push her off me, but she refused to budge.

"I can look, you can't. Understood?" she stated.

"Get off, or I'll twist and crush your cherries," I warned as her nipples and tits jumped up and down.

"They are ripe, full of juice, and desperate," she replied, cupping her big boobs and swinging her pink nipples over my mouth.

"So, don't even think about crushing them," she announced as she got up and lay down on the grass with the beer, spreading her legs wide apart.

"You know, I've been to a nudist beach," she said.

"You're kidding," I said as I turned my face and looked at her in surprise.

"I was with your dad and his friends Bill and Roger. You weren't born then. We were actually on our way to some concert or something when Bill suggested the nudist beach. Your dad and Roger weren't keen, but Bill and I were, so we went there. When we reached, some people were wearing clothes, but most were just letting it all hang out. Surprisingly, Roger was the first to shed all his clothes. Then Bill and I. Your dad was the most reluctant. We stayed there for two days."

"How was it?" I ...