Seven Days with Mom - Sex Stories

Seven Days with Mom

... away. Maybe try planet Ann or planet Julia. After all, those were the mission's first preference. The mission should stick to its original route."

"Fine. It's the Milky Way's loss. The mission will land on both planet Ann and planet Julia. And not just land. The spacecraft will also plant a huge flag there," I replied as I sipped the black coffee.

"Good luck. It looks like the spacecraft doesn't have the equipment necessary to probe this Milky Way. Go explore lesser planets."

"We will see," I said, getting up from the table.

Our daily routine was simple. In the morning, we ran together for an hour. Then she went to the office, she worked in the human resource department of a local company, and I went to school. After school, I worked for three hours in a restaurant, serving customers. In the evening, we went for a 20-minute walk. On the weekends, we went hiking in the morning, and then I worked in the restaurant for eight hours, and we walked after dinner. That was our routine. In the summer, we swam in the creek if the weather was good and we had time.

I called the restaurant where I worked and told them I wasn't feeling well and spent the whole day at home, even dumping one of my best friends, Derek, who wanted me to come over to his place to play video games. Usually, I spent my time playing video games, listening to music, or fantasizing about Anna, Julia, or even Mom, but not today. Today, I wanted to be near her, beside her, around her, just anywhere ...

... where I could see her ample assets in their full glory. When she was making her bed, I was there. I was there when she bent down to tuck the bed sheet under the mattress, offering me a view of her breasts as her bending down caused her tits to push together, accentuating her cleavage. I was there when she was arranging her cupboard and even when she was working on her laptop.

The next evening, I was in the living room watching Michael Phelps on the TV beat his opponents when I heard the car pull into the driveway and knew she was back from work. I switched off the TV and went to the door to welcome her. Taking the take-out she was carrying, I followed her to her room.

"I've got Chinese. Hope it's fine," she said, putting her handbag on the bedside table.

"Yeah, sure," I replied as I lay down on the bed, resting my body on my elbows and my feet on the floor.

"How was the day?" I asked.

"Not super busy. Why aren't you out with Derek and others?"

"Not in the mood," I said.

"You are home a lot. Is everything OK?" she inquired, as she took off her shoes and looked at me, and I saw her pink lips curl in a smile.

"Everything's fine," I answered.

"Then help me unbuckle this," she said. She turned her back toward me, started unbuttoning her shirt, and threw it in the laundry basket. With her back still toward me, she stood there in a bra and a knee-length skirt. I immediately stood up and held the straps of the bra with both my hands, but the thing refused to ...