Let me just start by saying, I love my mom, and not in a way most sons love their mothers, too. I mean, I LOVE my mom. She’s everything to me.
My mom’s name is Jennifer Whyte. She’s 39, but doesn’t look a day over 25. With long strawberry blonde hair, green eyes, and a thick, curvaceous figure. Think of the stereotypical hot mom, and that’s what she was.
My name is Danny Whyte. I’m currently 17 and in my junior year of high school. I consider myself average in all areas. Average height, average weight, average looks, average intellect, and average size.
Just kidding.
I was rather short for my age, slightly overweight, was not the brightest academically, and had pale, pasty skin. Think of the stereotypical nerd, but without the glasses or extreme smarts.
Which made me a target for bullies. Especially to this one guy in my grade named Jared Marcus. Jared was the exact opposite of me in every way. He was tall, muscular, attractive, and popular. Basically, the stereotypical definition of what a hot, popular guy looked like. On top of that, his family was wealthy, and he even drove a nice car to school every day.
While I, on the other hand, was lower middle class, and had to bike my way to school.
Even though mom never explained what her job was, we were never hurting financially, and she even bought me a nice computer for my 17th birthday. Which I use almost every day when I’m at home. Playing online games or secretly watching milf porn.
Did I mention that I was on the soccer team? My mom encouraged me to join. Saying that it’ll help me make friends.
But little did I know, it soon became the worst part of my entire life.
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I fell backwards onto my ass and looked up at my attacker, Jared. Who was standing triumphantly over me. A grin was plastered on his face. The soccer ball lodged under his left foot.
“The hell is your problem!” I whined, “Why did you push me?”
“I was trying to get the ball,” Jared stated, “It’s not my fault you’re clumsy as fuck, Danny.”
That got a few chuckles from the other players next to him.
I looked over at Coach Reds, who was not even paying attention. Because he was too busy staring at the hot mom on the sidelines.
My Mom.
During each week, one of the parents is tasked with the responsibility of providing snacks and refreshments for the team. This week, it was my mom’s turn.
I hated the looks all the guys gave her. Especially Jared, who had no problem getting girls to sleep with him.
While I, on the other hand, have never kissed a girl or anything of that nature. In fact, the only interaction I had with a girl was when I asked Betsy Doeson to the high school dance, and she literally laughed in my face. Laughed. Then proceeded to mock me for it.
“Coach,” I whined, getting his attention, “Jared tripped me!”
“No, I didn’t!” Jared stated, “I was just trying to get the ball. Stop trying to get me in trouble.”
Coach Reds looked really annoyed that he was interrupted from staring at my mom’s ass, and couldn’t care less about the whole situation. He then turned to face us.
“Oh, quit your bellyaching, Danny!” Coach Reds stated, “If you can’t handle getting bruised or dirty, then by all means, quit. Otherwise, just man up.”
“Yeah, Danny,” Jared jeered, “Just man up!”
I fucking hate how Jared can get away with doing stuff like this. He even does this during school, too. Embarrassing me in front of everyone. It’s his fault I don’t have any friends. Because nobody wants to be friends with the guy who is the laughing stock of the whole school.
As I got up and wiped the grass from the back of my shorts, the coach blew his whistle. It was now break time, and everyone went to the two tables to grab a snack (which happened to be bologna and cheese sandwiches) and a can of soda.
I walked toward the tables, took what was left, and then made my way to where Mom was sitting. Only to find that the table was completely packed. Mom looks at me and just shrugs her shoulders. Oh well, I guess I’ll just sit at the other table with Coach.
From where I was sitting at the other table, I had a good view of my mom’s table and realized that she was sitting across from Jared. They looked to be having a pretty involved conversation with each other. Both were laughing at what the other was saying. It almost looked like they were flirting with each other.
But this was my mom. She’s always nice and polite to anyone she talks to. There’s nothing more to it.
But just as I thought that, I saw Jared reach across the table and place his hand very casually over hers. Mom looks taken aback by his sudden boldness, and looks at him, then at his hand, and then back to him again. I honestly expected her to remove her hand from under his and tell Jared off. But instead, she appeared to look very bashful, and even blushes at him afterwards
He then removed his hand from hers, before anyone could notice or say anything, and continued chatting with my mom.
It infuriated me as I continued to watch their conversation. Why was Mom allowing Jared to get away with touching her hand like that? But at the same time, it made me feel quite jealous. Because only I was deserving of Mom’s tenderness and love. Not him.
Although, as much as it sickens me, I had to admit that Jared looked more like her actual son than I ever did.
Mom is nothing like those girls from school. She was pure. Like an angel. My personal guardian angel. So there’s no way Mom would fall for a scumbag like him.
At least, I hoped not.
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Break time soon ended, and everyone went back onto the field to practice drills. After a short while, I noticed that Jared wasn’t on the field anymore. I looked over at Coach, who was fast asleep with his hat pulled over his face.
“Where did he go?” I thought.
But I quickly pushed away that thought. Who cares. He probably just skipped. At least he’s gone.
But as I continued doing practice drills, I happened to look over at the sidelines and realized that Mom was nowhere to be seen as well. Which wasn’t alarming for me, because I knew that she was just sitting in the SUV and waiting for practice to end.
But unbeknownst to me, somewhere out in the parking lot, Mom’s SUV rocked steadily in place.
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When practice ended, I jogged toward the parking lot and saw Mom talking to someone in front of her SUV. As I got closer, I realized that it was Jared. What was he doing near our SUV? Why were they standing so close together? Did I see him place his hand on her thigh just now? No, I must be mistaken. But as I thought this, I saw Mom hand him a small piece of paper.
What was going on?
They both then noticed me standing there, and Mom turned to greet me.
“Hey, honey,” Mom said sweetly as she gave me an innocent peck on my lips, “How was practice?”
Before I could say anything, I noticed that her lips had a strange taste to them. But I couldn’t really ponder why that was, because Jared was standing there, with a bemused smirk on his face. As if he just witnessed something funny.
I then quickly wiped away her kiss, as if trying to fool him into thinking that I didn’t like the way she coddled me.
Which I did, I just prefer that she didn’t do so in front of Jared. I would rather not give him any more incentives or excuses to bully me further.
“What were you two doing?” I asked, changing the subject.
“Oh, we were just talking, sweetie,” Mom stated somewhat nervously.
“About what?” I inquired.
My hands clenched into fists as I stared at Jared.
Mom opened her mouth to say something, but then hesitated. As if not sure of what to tell me.
“Soccer stuff,” Jared chimed in, “Your mom was ‘very enthusiastic’ about the topic.”
I couldn’t help but notice the way Mom looked sorta embarrassed when he said, “very enthusiastic”.
“Heh yeah,” Mom agreed, “We were just talking about soccer, honey.”
She then turned back towards him.
“Anyways, it was very nice talking with you, Jared,” Mom stated as she shook his hand, “But we really should get going now.”
“Likewise, Mrs. Whyte,” Jared stated with obvious pandering endearment, “We should ‘definitely talk again’ sometime.”
“I would love that,” Mom said.
“What an odd exchange,” I thought.
I then climbed into the backseat of Mom’s SUV. Which I soon noticed was unusually humid and smelled of sweat.
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The next day, when I got to school, I noticed how everyone was staring at me, and a few even snickered as I passed by. What was so damn funny? Did I have a “kick me” sign taped to my back or something? It wouldn’t be the first time something like that happened.
I entered the bathroom and looked in the mirror to see if I could spot anything on my back. When I didn’t, I turned to leave, only to literally bump into Jared and his two friends as they entered the bathroom.
“Hey loser,” Jared said, “I didn’t even see you there. Must suck being so fucking small and insignificant.”
That got a few laughs from his two friends. I chose to ignore Jared and tried to push my way past him. But it was like moving an impenetrable boulder; he just stood there blocking the door.
“You know, Danny,” Jared stated, “You have a pretty hot mom. I bet you jerk your tiny dicklet to her all the time, don’t you?”
“No, I don’t,” I said, “That’s disgusting.”
I actually did, and at 4 inches long, I knew I wasn’t well-endowed either. But to have Jared just state the truth like that made it sting all the more.
“I bet you even know what type of underwear she wears, too,” Jared continued, “Fucking disgusting creep.”
“I don’t,” I said, “Stop saying such disgusting things.”
Again, that was a lie. Because I not only knew what type she wore daily, but I would sometimes use them as masturbation material when she was at work. Especially the ones she previously wore. With her scent still lingering on them. I know it’s wrong, but my mom is so attractive, and I just can’t help myself.
I tried again to get past him, and again, he just stood there, blocking the exit.
“Your mom is definitely the type of woman who wears sexy underwear.” Colin stated, “You know, something small, dark, with white lace and red frilly lining.”
My eyes went wide as he said that. Because Mom has a pair of underwear exactly like that. How on earth did he know?
He smirks at me.
“Did I guess right?” Jared asked.
“Shut up!” I yelped pathetically, “Fuck you!”
I managed to push by him this time… and right into the chest of the school’s principal. Who stared at me in alarm, before crossing her arms over her ample chest.
“What did I hear you just say, Mr. Whyte?” the principal asked sternly, “It better not be what I think it was.”
“I-It wasn’t ma’am.” I said meekly, “I swear!”
Jared and his two cronies came out a few seconds later.
“It sounded like he said f-you to me, ma’am,” Jared stated, “Danny was very rude to me, and my two friends in the bathroom a few minutes ago. Talking very disrespectfully about our mothers, and even asking what type of underwear they wore.”
“YOU FUCKING LIAR!” I yelled at him, “No, I wasn’t! You were the one who was talking about MY mom’s panties!”
“None of that matters,” the principal stated, “I heard what you just said. You’re going to get after-school detention and a letter sent home for swearing.”
I sulked off toward my class. What a shitty day.
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When I arrived at home later that afternoon, Mom was in the process of making dinner.
“Welcome home, Danny,” Mom said, “How was your day?’
“It was alright, I guess,” I said.
“Anything happen?” Mom asked.
“Nothing really,” I lied.
She turns off the stove.
“You hungry?” Mom asked, “I made your favorite…”
“Not really,” I said, “I’m actually not feeling very well. So I think I’ll just go to bed early.”
“How come?” Mom asked. Her face was full of concern.
Just then, her cellphone started ringing on the kitchen counter.
“Oh dear,” Mom stated, “I should see who that is.”
She then grabbed her phone and went to the living room to answer it.
I hated lying to her. But how can I face her and say that my day was horrible, because Jared was bullying me, and I was accused of saying something I didn’t even say?
As I passed by her in the living room, I got a fleeting glance at the caller ID: JM.
“Must be her workplace,” I thought, and continued upstairs toward my bedroom. I then plopped myself down at my computer. Perhaps some online gaming will make my evening better.
“Danny,” Mom called from the landing a few minutes later, “I’m going to head out for a bit. Since you said you were not hungry, I figured that it would be okay.”
“Sure,” I called out, “That’s fine by me.”
I waited for the sound of the front door closing before pulling my pants down and entering my email. I was subscribed to a porn site and got daily videos of Milf porn. Specifically, of the thick, curvaceous, strawberry blonde type.
But as I was looking through my inbox, I found an email that stood out. It was from Jared. How the hell did he get my email? I never gave it out to anyone. Well, actually, there was one person I did give it to. A cute girl who was transferring out of our school a few months ago. I gave it to her in the slight hope of maybe starting an online friendship. She must have given it to Jared before she left. Figures.
I guess I’ll read what he sent me.
Subject; sorry!
“Hey dude, sorry if I was a major dick to you earlier. Here’s something to make you feel better. I hope you enjoy it.”
Attached to the bottom of the email was a video. Against my better judgment, I clicked on the video, and it began to play. The quality was very dark and grainy. But just as I was about to click off the video, I heard a voice. A familiar voice. My mom’s voice.
“I can’t believe we’re really doing this,” Mom stated, “Maybe we should stop. Yeah, let’s just stop before anything happens.”
What was Mom talking about? Stop what? Who was she talking to?
“Oh, come on, Mrs. Whyte. They’re going to play soccer for another hour, and the coach is fast asleep,” replied a male voice, “that’s plenty of time.”
“But what if someone catches us?” Mom asked, sounding anxious or worried, “What if he finds out? I’d die if that happens.”
“Nobody will find out about this, I promise,” The male voice said, “Besides, Danny loves playing soccer so much that he won’t even notice you’re gone. Trust me, I should know. We’re friends after all. Just let me place my phone down.”
As he said that, everything came into view. It was the inside of an SUV. Specifically, Mom’s SUV. The phone looked like it was propped against the middle console.
That’s when I saw Mom… and to my complete horror, Jared. He then smirked at the camera, before leaning in to kiss Mom.
There was a still moment before she started kissing him back with equal passion. Moaning into his mouth as he worked on taking off her shirt and unhooking her bra at the same time. Jared then tossed them onto the floor.
With no thoughts to consequences, Mom allowed him to suck on her large, bell-shaped breasts. Moaning softly as she ran her fingers lovingly through his short brown hair. He then starts kissing the sides of her breasts, then down to her stomach, and then finally her belly button.
She then let out a slight gasp when Jared started pulling her leggings firmly down her soft thighs. Exposing her “small, dark, white laced panties with red frilly lining.”
My heart began beating rapidly in my chest. Sending large amounts of blood to my already meager-sized erection. My hand instinctively tightened around my shaft as I watched. Slowly tugging it up and down.
Jared then sits up and begins quickly taking off his shirt, pulling down his shorts and underwear in one go. Exposing his very thick and large 10-inch-long cock. Mom’s eyes go wide upon seeing it, and she covers her mouth in astonishment.
“Holy… shit!” she exclaimed.
Mom then looked back up into his eyes with the most lustful stare I had ever seen. I’m in a complete trance as I watch. I refuse to register what is happening before my very eyes. My own mother. Jared. My hand continued to unashamedly tug away at my erection.
She then wraps her hand around his shaft and begins slowly rubbing it up and down. Almost matching my own rhythm. They began making out with each other. Their faces are less than an inch apart as they stare at each other. Their tongues twisting and coiling around in each other’s mouths, as saliva dripped down their chins.
Her grip on his dick gets tighter as Jared begins pulling her underwear down her thighs. Still lip-locked and never looking away from each other.
Finally mom pulls away.
“I want THIS inside me,” she stated forcibly.
“Mommy, no!” I whined at the screen, “Please don’t do this to me! I love you!”
But I know this has already happened and that she can’t hear me. So I watched as Mom pressed up against him and lowered herself down onto his cock. Just as her lips touch his tip, she suddenly stops and begins rubbing it against her slit.
“You want it inside you, don’t you, Mrs. Whyte?” Jared asked.
“Oh god, yes,” Mom stated.
“Oh god, no,” I said in response.
“Me too.” Jared said, “I want to fill you up, and I’m going to. I’m going to fill you up completely.”
Mom visually trembles at the very thought, before continuing to press down on his shaft. Jared moans out when his tip enters her pussy
“Yeah, fucking sit on it!” He stated.
As she continued sliding down his shaft, her moans began to get more lustful.
“Ooooooh yes! Fill me!” Mom said, “Fucking fill my pussy up!”
She’s clearly taking a liking to his phrasing. When Mom reaches his base, she has a deep look of satisfaction on her face. Clearly pleased with having mounted such a very large and thick cock. His large balls cupped between her cheeks.
“I can’t believe how big you are,” Mom stated in amazement, “I’ve never in my life had such a big…”
Her voice trails off into a breathy moan.
“You like them big, don’t you, Mrs. Whyte?” Jared asked
“Yes,” Mom stated.
I started sobbing when I heard her say this. I want to stop looking at this heartbreaking humiliation Mom is putting me through, but I can’t look away. My hand continued to unashamedly tug away at my erection.
“Ride me,” Jared then said demandingly.
Mom then begins to slowly slide up his thick pole. Revealing just how swollen her pussy was. His cock was even glistening with her juice, showing just how wet she was for him. She then dropped back down. Slowly building up speed as she continued pumping his cock with her pussy.
“Ugh! Yes! Fuck! Me! Uh! Fuck me, Jared!” Mom moaned in time with her downward thrusts, “Fuck me deep! Uh! Fuck me hard!”
“Yeah. Take it, you fucking slut! Fuck me!” Jared grunted.
Every insult from Jared’s mouth was like a dagger in my back. While every breath of pleasure from Mom was like a dagger through my heart. Her creamy peach colored skin soon began to shine slightly with sweat. Making her look more ravishing as she continued fucking the guy who made my life hell every day. Jared held onto her waist as her breasts bounced in his face.
Mom then leans forward and kisses him wetly. Beads of sweat drip down her sides. One of his hands smacks against her ass, and she moans out.
As time ticked on, I saw that Mom’s body began to tense up.
“I’m going to cum! I’m about to cum!” Mom stated as her downward thrusts became quicker and more shallow.
My cock started throbbing and pulsating slightly in my hand, as I neared my own orgasm as well.
“Yeah! Cum on me, bitch!” Jared stated as if encouraging her.
Mom’s body tenses up. Her muscles are firm and frozen as she stops moving completely. But Jared doesn’t. He wants more, and to give my mom more also. So he thrusts violently upward, and she cries out loudly. Her whole body soon began trembling, as an overpowering orgasm took over, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
“I can feel your pussy spasming!” Jared stated, “I can feel you cumming on my cock!”
Mom tried to say something in response, but I couldn’t understand what it was. Probably an incoherent mixture of dirty talk and slutty grunts. Her body then starts to relax, and she slumps forward afterward. She must be exhausted. It was no wonder why Mom went to bed early that day.
Jared continued to thrust upward inside her before his movements became more jerky.
“I’m about to bust my nut, Mrs. Whyte!” Jared announced.
That seems to snap Mom out of her stupor very quickly.
“NOT INSIDE, YOU AREN’T!” Mom shouts.
She quickly slides off his lap and swiftly places his dick inside her mouth, and begins sucking.
“Ah shit!” Jared grunts out and tenses up.
He then shoots his load into her warm, heavenly mouth. After Jared finished cumming, Mom swallowed his gunk. There were three hard, heavy swallows. You know, the kind you do when you have a thick peanut stuck in the back of your throat. Afterward, she removed his dick from her mouth and then finished him off by giving his bulbous tip a very loving and affectionate peck. The same kind she would give me just a few minutes later.
I feel like I’m going to be sick, but my dicklet thought otherwise and spewed its watery jizz all over my fist.
“Oh god, that was incredible, Mrs. Whyte,” Jared stated as he sat up.
“So were you,” Mom stated as she traced a finger lovingly down his chiseled torso, “But we should get dressed now. Practice will be ending any minute now.”
Jared then ended the video.
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Mom came back six hours later and quietly entered my room as I lay in bed sleeping. I felt her sit on the edge of my bed and lean toward my face. She then gives me an innocent peck on my lips.
“Sweet dreams, honey,” Mom said softly as she ruffled my hair afterward.
She then exited my bedroom and entered her own. Hot tears began running down my face. Her lips had that same familiar taste to them.
But this time, I didn’t wipe it away.
