It was Saturday morning, and I’m sitting at the breakfast bar frowning at the television, the cup of coffee in my hand. I hear my mom’s footsteps coming down the stairs, the creak of the floorboards under her feet. I can’t believe anyone still believes the absolute rubbish spewing from the news anchor’s mouth. I feel my mom’s hand across my muscular back.
“Morning, sweetie,” she says, kissing me on the cheek. “You’re up early?”
She walks towards the coffee machine, reaching up and grabbing a coffee cup. My eyes are drawn to her toned legs and tight bum. Her nightshirt just about covering her bum and the French knickers she is wearing. I feel my cock twitch.
“Woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep,” I tell her, eyes drawn back to the TV, frown back in place.
“You look so much like your dad,” my mom tells me. I detect a hint of sadness in her voice. She is watching me over her coffee cup; I can see her in my peripheral vision.
“Well, I can’t believe anyone still believes this garbage,” I tell her. My mom is a beautiful woman, not yet in her forties. She has a full set of natural lips, and her toned body couldn’t get much better; she works out daily, and it shows. She has D-cup boobs, which I can see hanging beneath her shirt. Most boys’ first crush is on a character from a television show; mine was my mom. I’ve had many wanks thinking about her.
“What are you doing today?” She asks after taking a sip of coffee.
“Not much really,” I tell her, “probably have a workout and then just chill in the garden or pool.” I take a sip of coffee, looking at her. “You got any plans?”
She shakes her head. “I might join you,” she says, “as long as you don’t mind.”
“If you think you can keep up,” I tease.
“Hey mister,” she says, putting her coffee cup on the counter, “I’m fitter than most moms.”
I raise my eyebrows. “Sure.” I mock her.
“When do you want to work out then?” she asks, looking at the clock on the wall.
I watch as she gets a banana and peels it. “Erm, 9ish!” I ask her, watching as she slowly puts the banana between her lips and takes a bite. I can feel my cock start to grow; she nods her head in agreement.
“I’ll go get changed then,” she tells me with a wink. I force myself to focus on the television and not watch my mom walk away. I finished the rest of my coffee and stand up. I make myself a hydration drink.
“Could you make me one as well, please?” I hear Mom ask me from behind. “I’m going to stretch real quick,” she tells me. I turn around to get another protein bottle and see what my mom is wearing. She is wearing a sports bra that showed off her flat stomach but was also wearing short, tight workout shorts. I knew this was going to be hard to concentrate on.
I walk out into the garden and towards the summer house, which is my gym. “Here you go, Mom.” I say to her, showing her the bottle. She is doing a hip flexor stretch, one leg flat on the floor and the other leg in a kneeling position. Her bum in this position looks amazing, and I struggle not to stare.
“Thanks, sweetie,” Mom says, “nearly done.”
I walk over to where the kettlebells are just to stop staring at Mom’s arse. I grab a few and place them in the middle of the room.
“Okay, I’m ready.” Mom comes and stands next to me. “What are we doing then?” She asks.
“Just follow what I do,” I tell her.
Halfway through the workout, she says, “Am I doing this right? I’ve never been good at deadlifting.”
I place my kettlebell on the floor. “Do one and I’ll watch your form.” I watch her do a deadlift; I can feel my cock twitch watching her bend over. “You’re leaning too far forward.” I stand next to her and place my hand on her stomach just below her workout bra; I feel her take a deep breath in. “Okay, do it again.” She does it again, but this time I push against her stomach to keep her upright.
“Better?” she asks.
“Much better,” I say with a smile, “not doing bad for an old gal.” I tease her with a wink.
“Oit, you sod,” she says playfully, pushing me, “I’m in the prime of my life.”
“Well, you certainly have a nice body.” I tell her, feeling my cheeks flood with heat. Fuck, why did I just say that?
“Oh, thank you, sweetie.” She places her hand on the side of my bicep and kisses me on the cheek. The hand and her lips on my cheek make my cock start to grow. “I work very hard to look good naked.” It was now Mom’s cheeks turn to flood with heat. “Not that anyone does,” she laughs. As she walks over to get her drink, I quickly adjust my cock so it’s not obvious that she is turning me on.
“I mean, look at you; you must certainly have all the ladies after you at school,” she says, winking at me.
“None that interest me,” I tell her, replacing the kettlebells on their rack.
“Oh, you haven’t got your eye on anyone?” Mom quizzes me.
“Not at school,” I reply.
“So someone who doesn’t go to your school then?” I look at her; she has one eyebrow raised.
“Yeah, sure.” I’m not about to admit to her that she is the one I have my eye on all the time.
“You can tell me anything, sweetie.” She walks over to me and takes hold of my hand. “Nothing you say will shock me.” I raise an eyebrow and think to myself, What if I told you I want to fuck you?
“Yeah, okay, Mom.” I feel her squeeze my hand.
“It’s perfectly normal to have sexual urges,” she lets go of my hand and places it back on my bicep, slowly caressing it. “Towards whoever, we are all human at the end of the day, and we can’t help who we are attracted to.”
“Even if socially it’s taboo?” I ask, my cock growing harder by the second.
“Taboo sex is sometimes the best,” she says, winking at me, her hand still caressing my bicep. “Why have you been having taboo sex?” I can see her mind working, trying to figure out what I’ve been doing.
“Well, not having it but thinking about it.” I might as well be honest.
“How long have you been thinking about it?” Mom was extremely curious; her caressing my arm was making my cock ache.
That was a good question. I tried to remember the earliest time I saw my mom as a sexual being.
“So a while then,” she chuckled. “Do I know this person?” Shit, I thought, tell the truth or lie. I have a suspicion she already knows it’s her.
“Well, it’s kind of embarrassing,” I tell her, heat flooding to my cheeks again.
“There will be no judgment from me, sweetie,” she affirmed softly, still stroking my arm.
“Well, it’s you, Mom.” I couldn’t believe I’d just said it; I just told my mom that I have sexual urges towards her. I was waiting for her to pull away in disgust, but she just kept stroking my arm.
“Oh sweetie,” she purred at me. “That is very taboo, but understandable, I’m flattered you see me that way.” I feel one hand on my stomach and then feel her lips pressed against my cheek. It takes every ounce of self-control not to turn my head to the side and kiss her.
“So you aren’t disgusted?” I ask her tentatively.
“Oh absolutely not!” She looks into my eyes. “It’s probably more normal than you think; it’s just not a lot of people express it.”
I go quiet for a moment trying to wrap my head around everything that’s just happened.
“Do you want me to start wearing more clothes around the house?” I look down at her quizzically. “You know, this morning I was just wearing knickers and a nightshirt, and look at what I’m wearing now!” She took a step back. “Does it make it harder?” I saw her look down at my groin area. My cock was so hard I thought it might bust through my boxers and shorts. She looks back at me with a slight grin.
“Oh no, well yes,” I stumble, “no, keep wearing what you’d normally wear; I love seeing you like that, and yes, it does make it hard.” I grin back at her.
“Come on, should we hit the pool?” she asks, breaking the tension.
“Yeah, sure, Mom.” I watch her walk into the house, mouth slightly agape at what had just happened.
I’m sitting on a lounger waiting for Mom to come out; I can’t help but stare. She was wearing a bikini; I’ve only ever seen her in the pool in swimsuits before.
“You look like you’ve never seen a bikini before,” she chuckled. “Do I look that bad?” She joked.
“No, not at all, you look amazing!” I can’t take my eyes off her.
“Well, thank you, sweetie. I had to dig in the bottom of my drawers to find this.” She held out some sunscreen. “Could you do my back for me?” I watch as she turns around, and my mouth opens; the bottoms are a thong, and her arse looks amazing. She lies down on the sun lounger.
I gulp. “Sure,” I say, taking the sunscreen from her. I pour some onto my hands and start to apply it to her upper back.
She reaches behind her and pulls the bow apart. “Don’t want any lines now, do we?”
“I don’t mind tan lines,” I tell her while rubbing the sunscreen all over her back. “There you go, all done.”
“Sure, the top half,” she says to me with a grin on her face. “What about the bottom half?”
“Oh yeah,” I can feel my cock growing in my shorts; I notice her look at my groin with a smile on her face, “the bottom half.”
I squirt more sunscreen into my hands and start rubbing the cream into the back of her legs, starting from her ankles all the way up to just below her bum. My cock is now fully hard; I use one hand to adjust it. I rub every part of both legs, also making sure to get the inside of her thighs; when I got close to her pussy, I hear her give a little gasp.
“Sweetie,” she says when I remove my hands from her legs, “you didn’t do my bum.” I watch as she wiggles it. There is no hiding the raging hard-on I have. I see her looking at it again.
I start applying the sunscreen to her arse; I can’t help but cup each cheek while applying the cream. My cock starts to ache when I hear her give a little moan. I don’t stop rubbing her arse; it’s turned more into a massage at this point.
“Oh sweetie, that feels lovely,” she purrs to me, “you’re very good with your hands, so strong and powerful.”
Her praise keeps my hands glued to her skin; I start massaging the backs of her thighs and arse more. Her moans keep coming, making my cock throb.
“Oh, sweetie, I think you need to stop; you’re making me all hot and bothered,” she sits up holding her bikini top on. “Shall we take a dip?” She asks me.
I need to cool down, even though the pool is heated, but I also need this hard-on to go. I nod and walk towards the pool, jumping in. When I come back up, I swim over to the edge facing Mom. She stands up from the lounger and lets go of the bikini top. It falls to the floor, but all I can notice is her boobs, the light pink of her nipples, and the slight bounce as she walks towards the pool. She slips into the pool and smiles at the look of shock that’s evident on my face.
“Too much?” she asks me, trying to act innocent.
“Not at all; you’ve got amazing boobs, Mom,” I compliment her. “I just wasn’t prepared.” I can’t believe my mom just went topless. So much for my hard-on going.
“I can walk around topless more if you’d like me to.” I just nod my head, still partly reeling from the shock. “How’s the tent pole in your shorts?” She asks, smirking.
“Oh, you noticed?” I feel heat flooding my cheeks again.
“Kind of hard not to, sweetie, pun intended.” She winks at me.
She must have noticed my cheeks going red. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” she swims closer. “It’s normal to get excited when you see amazing boobs. Your words, not mine.” She adds with a wink. “And I’d be worried if you didn’t get excited applying sun cream and then giving my bum and legs a lovely, I might add, massage.” She wraps her arms around my neck and gives me a hug. I can feel her boobs pressing against my chest but can also feel her groin pressing against my hard cock. I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her close to me, pressing my hard cock against her; she lets out a little moan into my ear, then breaks apart the embrace. Now she looks as flustered as I feel.
It was evening time, and I’m sitting on the sofa when Mom comes in with a glass of wine. I look at her and smile, more so at what she is wearing. She is wearing a lace thong and a night shirt, but she hasn’t done the buttons up, giving way to her amazing boobs. At the right angle, I can see her nipples. I watch as she sits down, turns, laying her legs over my lap.
“You don’t mind, do you?” she asks just before taking a sip of wine. I just shake my head, she replies. “Fancy using your strong hands and giving your mom a foot massage?” she asks me. I started working on her feet, giving her a massage; every now and then a moan will escape her lovely lips. I could feel my cock growing harder and harder with each moan.
“Oh sweetie, you are so good at that,” she tells me. “You’re making me melt with your hands.” I carry on massaging her feet, slowly working my way to her calves. After a few more moans, she says, “This is the second massage you’ve given me; let me go get some cream, and I’ll return the favour.” She stands up, and I watch her walk away, her figure making my cock twitch. She walks back into the room with some moisturiser and tells me to take my top off and lay on the floor.
She sits on my bum, and I hear her squirt the moisturiser into her hands. I then feel her hands slowly working the back of my neck and shoulders, working her way down my back; I feel her work some of the knots out of my back muscles, and this time she has me moaning. I press my groin into the carpet to try and get some relief from how hard my cock is to no avail.
Her fingers worked expertly, melting my muscles and relaxing me completely. I feel her breath against my ear, and she says seductively, “Lift your bum up; I’ll give you a full body massage.” I do as she asks and feel her fingers slide inside my boxer band and pull them and my shorts off in one move. I hear more moisturiser squirt and then feel her hands work my legs; the aching in my cock is the worst it’s ever been. I need a release; I need to shoot my loads and drain my balls of all the built-up cum.
I feel my mom’s breath against my ear again. “Turn over and let me massage your front.” I turn over, my rock-hard cock slapping against my stomach. “Oh my,” my mom says in awe, “such a big boy.” I feel her straddle me, and I open my eyes. She is sitting on top of me in just her thong. I resist the urge to grab her boobs and squeeze her nipples. “Close your eyes,” she whispers to me. “I’m going to make you feel amazing.” I close my eyes, and she starts massaging my chest, then my arms and stomach; every now and then, I feel her grind against my cock, which causes me to moan, and I hear her chuckle softly.
She gets off me, and I groan in disappointment; my mom chuckles softly, “Be patient, sweetie.” I feel her hands start to massage my thighs, then the inside of them. She starts to tease me, more then gives me a massage now, running her fingertips over my chest, tracing around my cock, then going back down to my thighs. I don’t think my cock has ever been so hard or I’ve ever been so horny; it’s almost torture.
Then I feel my mom’s fingers run along my cock; it throbs, lifting off my stomach and slapping back down. Mom chuckles softly and runs another finger along its length. I hear another squirt from a bottle and then feel my mom’s hand wrap around my cock, coating it with something. I moan, as she starts to slowly run her hand up and down my cock; her other hand softly plays with my balls. I can already feel my orgasm building; she senses it because she stops playing with my cock and just plays with my balls. She then starts stroking my cock again, waiting until I’m about to cum and then stops. I don’t know how long she keeps doing this, edging me close to an orgasm and then stopping.
“Oh fuck, I’m going to cum.” She squeezes the head of my cock and stops the orgasm instantly.
“Not yet, sweetie.”
I groan.
“It will be worth it, trust me.” I feel her…