Wrestling with Mom - Sex Stories

Wrestling with Mom

... movies and in porn so I thought I’d give it a try. It worked great because Bear often stole her dirty panties to eat the crotch that was scented with her motherly juices. So she just scolded the dog after I stole some of her sheer, lacy panties. I didn’t get off on sniffing them too much but I loved fantasizing about what she looked like in them. They were so thin I wondered if I could see her pussy through them, count the pubic hair. And I wondered if she kept the ones Bear ate the crotch of, and I wondered what she looked like in them, how sexy it’d be to have such easy access. Oh and if she wore a skirt! Well, you can probably guess that I was obsessed. I’d wash my cum stains from her panties in the sink then let them dry and bury them in the couch. Every day I’d find that Bear had been burying them here. Every morning I’d see her coming out of the shower in her robe (nothing particularly sexy but she made it seem so), and then I’d enjoy myself in the shower thinking about the towel she just used or wondering if that was her pubic hair on the soap or just sniffing the shampoo she used because it smelled like her (or I guess she smelled like it). After school when I got home I’d hug her and hold myself against her a little too long then it was straight to my room for “homework.” Sometimes at dinner, I’d caress myself under the table as we talked. I must’ve been jerking off five times a day to her. After a while I got pretty sore but it only mattered after I was finished ...

... since I enjoyed it during too much. Wrestling season ended. It was my first year making it to sectionals, like the first round of the playoffs, and Mom came to see. Usually she just came to home matches but this was an hour and a half away and she came anyway even though I told her she didn’t have to. I was crazy nervous because I knew I’d lose. She took me behind the stands where no one could see and gave me a hug and a kiss so as not to embarrass me. She told me “I love you.” There weren’t any empty words of encouragement but it made me feel invincible anyway. I lost almost immediately. I didn’t even lose to the guy who eventually won our weight class. I’m pretty sure the guy who beat me lost his next match, then that guy lost his next match, and so on and so on till I was just the biggest loser. I was about to shower, just sitting on my bed shirtless and sweaty still, waiting for the motivation to get up and do something. Mom saw I was pretty down now that wrestling season was over. It was my last season as a wrestler ever since I wasn’t good enough for college-level. She hugged me even though I stunk of sweat and kissed my cheek and told me I did a great job even if I lost. She even suggested the other boy had cheated. I mentioned our deal about working full-time again and said “I guess I should request more hours now” (I was still working part-time). She grabbed me by my face and gave me a big kiss on the lips. It was nothing romantic, but still it kind of turned me on. My ...