Tempted by Tanlines Pt.1 - Sex Stories

Tempted by Tanlines Pt.1

... need to think anything different. I'm just saying ... That's all." Then she sighs and mutters a heartfelt, "Shit," when her mobile sounds, the word coming out sharp with frustration. "Later," she says, pushing the phone under her hair. My mother turns away from me while saying, "We'll talk. "Hello?" she continues, murmuring into her mobile. "Yes, I'm ready. I'm coming. See you in a sec." I sip beer without tasting it when the door slams closed, guts boiling with animosity towards the man in her company. ### Tan lines started me off. My mother took a holiday, late last year, to the Canaries, just before Christmas. I was at home when she returned, when she reverted to her habitual nudity. Soon after, I noticed the pale outline of what must have been the briefest, most insignificant bikini bottoms ever made. She'd obviously been topless, because her boobs were all tanned -- which didn't faze me at the time. But the sheer eroticism of seeing those pale lines high on her hips gripped me in a way which had me gazing and hard. The realisation hit me one morning like a physical blow. I stared at the tiny triangle at the apex of the cleft at the top of her buttocks, my mother's femininity confronting me while the toast turned to glue in my mouth. Up until then, my mother's nudity hadn't been much of an issue, but the tan lines woke my libido. And the beast came up snarling. One beer goes down easy, so I go for another. I drink and try to push my mother, her nakedness, and thoughts of ...

... what she does with her lover out of my head. I try watching Saturday evening TV, which doesn't work so I try a reading a book. Forty minutes after my mother left the house I'm up in my room with porn on the laptop. I stroke my cock and think about taking my time. I'm going to tease myself with some lesbian stuff first. Watching hot women kiss is one of my faves at the moment -- and porn lesbians take some beating when it comes to kissing and tongues. Nina Hartley is seducing a much younger woman when I hear the front door slam shut. The sound of it makes me go cold and there's ice in my veins as I lie on the bed, pre-cum sliding out of my cock. There's no real danger my mother will barge in on me, but I still get a fright, and after an appalled pause I snap the laptop shut and roll off the bed. Then I wipe off my dick and reach for my clothes to investigate my mother's untimely return. Something's not right, and two minutes later I find her in the kitchen with a bottle of red wine on the table, a long-stemmed glass almost full standing next to it. One look at her face is all I need. She's standing, arms folded, vibrating with whatever emotion she's feeling. My mother's tortured visage swivels towards me when I walk in. She says, "You don't have any cigarettes, do you?" I raise my hands in a gesture of helplessness. "Since when do I smoke?" I reply. My mother's tongue clicks off her palette. She rolls her eyes with apparent frustration. "I don't know," she sighs in response. ...