A Very Special Mother’s Day - Sex Stories

A Very Special Mother’s Day

... dirty laundry basket. She knew about it, of course, since she did the all the laundry. Pamela had also found some of her soiled panties buried in his dirty clothes too. Did he think she wouldn’t find them when she sorted the clothes? Teenagers are so clueless.

“Why are you breathing so hard, Benny?” she asked. “Working out again?” She looked at his body and admired the thick lump in his shorts. Pamela was very curious about her son’s penis. She wanted to know how much it had grown since the last saw it. She wondered if he was going to be as well-endowed as his absentee father.

“Uh, yeah,” Benjamin said. “You know I like to..., uh..., work out after school.”

“You sure do!” she said with a smile. “You work out a lot!” She chuckled at the sexual stamina of young boys. “Oh, are you watching exercise videos again?” she asked, gesturing to the laptop lying on his bed. “Can I see it? I liked the one you showed me last week.”

Benjamin quickly grabbed his laptop before his mother could reach it. He knew his cum-smeared video was still paused. He almost regretted showing his mother the exercise video, trying to convince her he was actually working out instead of jacking off. Now, she wanted to see his laptop all the time.

“Uh, it’s the same one,” he exclaimed. “Nothing new.”

“Oh, OK.”

Pamela glanced at his dresser. “I wish you’d let me replace that old picture of mine,” she said, picking up his favorite image of her. “My tits are almost falling out of my dress ...

... and I have such a goofy expression on my face!” She pressed her breasts together, licked her lips, and opened her mouth to imitated her image. Benjamin’s cock surged. His mother’s eyes were closed, her mouth opened, and her breast cleavage was exposed to him, mere feet away. He wished he could stop time at this very instant so he could cover her face with his cum.

She looked at him again, grinning widely.

“I uh..., like that picture,” he said. “You look pretty..., and happy.”

“I think I look slutty,” Pamela teased. “Sure. Happy, but still a little slutty. Oh well, I’m glad you like your mother’s hideous picture that much.” Seeing his cum rag on the floor, she impulsively walked over to pick it up. She bent over low, displaying her tight skirt and flashing her panties. As she stood up, with her back to him so he couldn’t see, she sniffed it. ‘Fresh cum.’

“What did I tell you about leaving things laying around?” she said, holding his cum-rag in front her and shaking it for emphasis.

Benjamin gasped. “I uh..., finished working out, and just tossed it. I’ll use better aim, next time.”

“See that you do,” she smiled, enjoying his look of fear and dismay. Imagine, having his mother touching his freshly used cum-rag. Pamela fought herself from laughing out loud.

“Hey, I have a heavy box in my trunk. Will you get it for me while I start a load of laundry?” Pamela picked up the laundry basket and motioned her son out the bedroom in front of her. She stopped at the ...