Seven Days with Mom - Sex Stories

Seven Days with Mom

... taking a drag of the joint and going into a coughing fit.

"That you have to ask proves you haven't. Unbelievable. Sometimes I find it hard to accept you are my son."

She leaned against the wall and took off the wet light jacket. I was standing opposite her with the joint in my hand and leaning my 5'11 frame against the second wall. She wiped her hair, her face, and her neck, but the jacket itself was wet, so it didn't help much. Her hair and neck were still wet. I immediately averted my eyes, but she started speaking, so I looked back at her. However, using all my inner strength, I kept my gaze on her face, much, much higher than the twin peaks.

"I've discovered a shop that sells wild tops. Do you like this one?" she said, looking down at the wet top.

It was a white tube top that was just a thin piece of cloth over her breasts, leaving her shoulders, cleavage, and her whole stomach exposed. And since the top was completely drenched, her pink nipples, her areolas and the around them were on display as they pressed against the wet material. It was evident she wasn't wearing a bra.

"I've bought a bunch of them for both of us. Will show you when we get home."

She sensed I was avoiding looking at her wet top, so she said, "Come on. They are, to use the term you guys like, just tits. Ann also has them."

"You are obsessed with Ann," I commented, taking another drag of the joint.

"Nah, I like mine, they are firmer. Since we are talking about firm things, tell ...

... me the craziest thing you have done," she said as she sat down on a log.

"Whaddya mean?"

Though I desperately wanted to see her nipples and her big tits, especially as I had wanted to see them for so long and knew now was my chance, for some reason, I couldn't bring myself to look at her breasts. I just knew they were there and that the two cherries were staring at me.

"OK, I'll start. When I was in school, a friend got a Sony video camera, it was very expensive, very high-end. She was shooting and I and another girl were just fooling around, you know, posing like models and making stupid faces. Then we started making noises like those porn stars make. It was crazy. I still have that tape somewhere. Now, it's your turn."

"I don't know. I don't think I've done anything crazy."

"Go on, tell me something."

"I really don't know."

"Then let's go home. It's not gonna stop raining anytime soon, and we are already wet, so let's get wet some more," she said as she got up.

"Won't you put this on?" I asked, pointing at the jacket.

"Is my boy afraid someone might see his mom's ripe melons?" she said as she put her arm around my waist and pressed one of her melons against my arm.

"Don't worry, nobody's here," she said, wrapping the jacket around her waist.

Since it was still raining, the top was sticking to her skin, revealing just about every inch of her breasts. Thankfully, she put on the jacket once we left the dirt track. As soon as we reached home, we ...