Tempted by Tanlines Pt.1 - Sex Stories

Tempted by Tanlines Pt.1

... striptease," my mother says. "It is to me," I groan in reply as my eyes flick to her underwear packed tight with her pussy. Her eyebrows go up to her hairline. "What do you mean?" she asks, frowning in puzzlement. It all gets too much and I slump into a chair. "Jesus, Mum!" I explode, waving the can in the air. "It's difficult enough for me seeing you nude all the time. "But look at you now," I add with a jut of my chin. "Don't you have any idea at all what you're doing to me? You're driving me mental." I blow out a sigh, cheeks like balloons. "Your body, Mum... "Your boobs and your arse and your legs... "Please," I gasp. "Can't you take off those shoes?" She blinks and looks at her feet. "My shoes?" It's obvious she doesn't have a clue so I groan and swig beer, a dribble of it running down my chin. "They're so sexy," I tell her after wiping a hand over my chin. "I mean, just look at yourself. I don't know anyone else whose mother thinks it's acceptable to parade around with her knockers hanging out." "But I've always gone naked..." I'm back on my feet and dumping the can on the coffee table before I start waving my arms. "And it never used to bother me," I shoot back, beginning to get strident. "But now it does?" she replies, blinking as it starts to sink in. I nod, head bobbing quickly. "Yes. Now, it does." I can see from her face she's genuinely surprised. "But I'm your mother," she says. "And you're also the sexiest woman I've ever seen in the flesh. You're so fucking ...

... beautiful, Mum." And that seemed to do it. I couldn't have made it any plainer. My mother gawps back at me, her mouth hanging open. There's a few seconds silence until I see her eyes flick to the front of my jeans. A burst of air comes from her. She gasps, "Oh my God!" And that's when I realise she's clocked the hard-on outlined against my jeans. It's so prominent, there was no way she could miss it. I'm not small down there anyway, but there was no way my mother could fail to see the effect she had on her son, especially since Nina Hartley's backside and my mother's shoes had conspired to leave pre-cum seeping from the eye of my cock. I follow the line of her stare and groan when confronted with a stain like a map of Africa infusing the faded denim. "Oh Jesus, Oh God," my mother blasphemes. "What are you thinking?" she gasps, eyes going wide. "I can't help it," I whine, aggrieved at her accusatory tone. "You're the one always parading about in the nude!" She boggles for a few moments before groaning a denial. My mother throws another appalled look at my face and says, "Oh dear God no. Sean," she gasps, fingers at her mouth. Then she leaves me staring after her as she flees the room. ### I bang into her pussy later that night. I've got her on her bed. My mother's on her back, knees somewhere near her ears in a contortionist's pose thanks to her yoga. Her pussy is tilted towards me while she stares up at my face, her eyes like full moons with the shock of it. "I can't believe I'm ...