The Mother And Son Club - Sex Stories

The Mother And Son Club

... must keep a V of pubic hair on top of her pussy.

Even in my intoxicated state, I was hard as a rock. In all of the stories I had read about mothers and sons fucking, this would be the point where I would have pulled her panties aside and fucked her. But this was my real life, and I would never ruin it for a few minutes of pleasure. After taking one last look, I gently pulled her skirt down, crawled onto the couch beside her, and fell asleep with my head on her chest.

I woke a few hours later with Mom's pussy pressed into my hip and her leg over my cock. I looked, and her eyes were still closed; she was dreaming, and it was a good one if the soft moans indicated anything. This lasted only a few minutes, and she stopped and returned to soft breathing, while I lay awake with my hard-on trying to bust out of my shorts. I must have fallen asleep because when I finally woke up, I was spooning Mom, and I had my morning wood firmly planted between her ass cheeks.

"OK, Troy, time to get up. I need to use the toilet something fierce," Mom said, straightening up and pulling away from my cock like it was going to bite her.

"Sorry, Mom. I couldn't make it to my own bed," I said as I tried to hide my erection.

"I must have had a good dream. It could have something to do with Bernie playing with Loise's honey pot all night under the table," Mom said from the bathroom.

"Yes, in the early hours of the morning, you were making some noises like you were dreaming about ...

... something nice," I said to embarrass her.

"Looks like you woke up all excited too," Mom fired back, still in the bathroom.

"It will go away as soon as you let me go to the bathroom," I said, then I heard the shower start and the shower door close.

She had done it on purpose, and I had to go in or wet myself. I opened the bathroom door and could see Mom behind the frosted glass. I stepped up to the toilet in our little bathroom, right beside the frosted shower return. I pulled out my cock, and it pointed straight up in the air. I stood there, trying not to look at Mom’s outline through the frosted glass, knowing she was naked inches away from me.

“Still can't go, baby?" Mom asked, giggling.

"Not helping, Mom."

Then, Mom pushed her soppy bottom against the glass, laughing out loud.

"Also not helping," I said again.

My cock finally softened a little, and I bent it down to start peeing, the stream making what seemed to be a lot of noise in the small bathroom. I left after taking a last look at her profile, and I made us both breakfast. Mom finally came out in a light robe, her hair wrapped in a towel.

We were both wondering if last night was all make-believe when Bernie texted asking for an email address to send me the itinerary for the flights. He wanted to get going as soon as we could. The buy-in price for Bitcoin was low, and the perfect time to start our trial. I gave notice at the pub, and Mom did the same at her two casual jobs. Bernie said he would find ...