Antonio's Mom and the Moment I Was Not Suppos - Sex Stories

Antonio's Mom and the Moment I Was Not Suppos

I met Antonio at the local college in my freshman year. We were both the same story: couldn't afford to go away to school and undecided on our major. We shared two classes together in our first semester and decided to team up to help each other through the confusing maze of the commuter college experience. Antonio was, like me, a bit nerdy but he was handsome, with tan skin and dark eyes. We were both a bit socially awkward, which is probably why we bonded. We'd spend time in the library between classes and walk to the commons for lunch. We got close enough to talk about our ambitions, goals and even girls. He didn't have a girlfriend and neither did I and the only weird thing to me was any time I tried to get him to join me in asking two girls in our class for a double-date, he'd back out at the last second. But he wasn't ever anxious or nervous. He was nerdy, but not shy. He had a confidence about him, especially around girls, that I admired and wished I had. But yet whenever we had the chance to hang out with girls, he would routinely come up with a reason why he can't go. Still, we become close friends. During the semester break, we kept in touch. We were supposed to meet some friends to go bowling one night when, again, he didn't show. He really missed out on hooking up with this girl that I knew really wanted to be with him, so I decided I was going to go to his house and f***e him to come out. I had never been to his house but I knew the address. I pulled up outside ...

... a modest Cap Cod style house and went to the front door and knocked. There were lights on inside but no one answered. I walked around to the driveway side where there was a side porch. I went up to it and looked into the kitchen where I saw his mother cleaning up dishes. Antonio's mom had to be in her mid-to-late 40s, but she could have passed for 30. Her skin was flawless and radiant. Her dark hair was pulled back in a pony tail. She was singing to herself. I caught myself watching her, noting her plump ass in her well-fitting jeans wiggling as she washed a frying pan. Then Antonio walked into the kitchen. He was shirtless out of the shower and sat in a chair, facing away from her. She stopped what she was doing and took a comb from the table and began to comb his wet hair. She then poured oil into her palm and rubbed his shoulders and neck. Antonio's eyes closed as she lathered his tan skin until it shined. Her hands slid down his shoulders and over his toned arms. She ran her fingers over his chest and back up to his neck. He leaned back and her breasts pressed against him. Her blouse soaked up some of the oil. I moved slowly to another window to get a better view. Antonio's mom continued to massage her boy. It seemed she was purposely pressing her breasts against his shoulders and head. Her blouse was soon completely covered in the oil and it was revealing very intimate, bare facts to my widening eyes. "No wonder why he never wants to go out." I thought to myself. It was ...