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My mom and I had been living together for 5 years since the divorce. It was hard at first, but over time we became more like friends rather than having a typical mother/son relationship. We lived in a middle class neighborhood in the suburbs of Los Angeles where she got a well paying job as a corporate lawyer and I was attending a local college. During the week, we only saw each other at night and would openly talk about our day over dinner and would sometimes watch TV together before doing our own things. On the weekends, if I wasn’t out with my friends or she out with hers, we’d spend time together cooking, doing housework, or going out and doing something fun. Needless to say, we were close.
She didn’t date much at first. I never asked her about it and she never brought it up, but it was obvious that she was too busy for someone else in her life. She was constantly working late many nights to keep up with the demands of the company she works for; and that eventually earned her a nice promotion.
Eventually she did start dating after her promotion where she was able to get an assistant to help with the work load, and during that same time, I noticed she started to be more conscious about the way she looked. She joined a gym where she spent some of her weekends and a few evenings during the week. She also wore a little more make up and wore new outfits which she wouldn’t have dreamed of buying years earlier due to the cost. Regardless, she wanted to look as professional as possible for her work.
At 45 years old, I thought she was a beautiful lady. She has shoulder length dark blonde hair which was almost always looked a mess because of it’s natural curls. She has a stern face which suits her career in law, along with a few lines which show her age and years of stress. Physically speaking, she has an average shaped body for a woman her age. At 5’5, she has a shapely rear end and breasts, along with a slightly curvy mid-section which she likes to blame on her giving birth to me (jokingly of course).
My mother never dated a guy for more than a few months for whatever reason. I’ve always figured they just weren’t good enough for her. And I never figured her out as far as her sexual needs go. In all her dates she came home fairly early and I never saw her looking disheveled in any way looking like she just got laid or even pleasured herself. Not that I was nosy about it, but she is human after all. Either she’s very discrete about her sexual needs, or she’s just as cold as dad says she was in previous arguments.
One particular evening she was headed out for a date with a new guy on a weekday. Usually she approaches dates like her work, where she plans it for the weekend and lets me know far in advance showing little emotion over it. But this time was different, she didn’t tell me (or know herself) about her date until she arrived home at 4pm, it was all very last minute. And she even seemed giddy about the whole thing and it was almost as if she was acting like a teenager or something because of how excited she was.
“So how do I look?” she asked me with a huge smile on her face while modeling her outfit.
I wanted to tease her and tell her that she looked like she was going back to work because she wore what seemed to be her normal business attire of a professional two button jacket, matching color skirt, and thick panty hose. The only difference was she wore a little more make up and jewelry. She looked classy as always.
“Great!” I said. “No man would be able to resist you tonight? Or any other night for that matter”
She smiled and gave me a hug; she loved those kinds of compliments from me. She sat by the window for a moment and as her date pulled into the drive way, she immediately opened the door for him before he could ring the bell, which was a first for her.
Her date was also professionally dressed, and drove a nice car, finally, someone who would be a great match for my mom. He did seem like a great guy when mom introduced us, he was definitely a great guy and it turned out they worked for the same company.
“Don’t forget, diner is in the frig, and when I get back I’m going to check to make sure you at all your vegetables”, she said in her motherly voice. “Oh, and by the way, don’t wait up, we might be a little light tonight, but make sure to leave this light on as well as the light outside so I don’t trip over anything, you know how clumsy I get”
“I planed on sleeping early tonight anyways, I have class early tomorrow. Enjoy your date you two!” I said as I waved them off.
I felt really happy for the both of them, and I was especially glad to see my mom as happy as she was. Especially considering that I was considering moving out in a few years once I finished college and it would be nice to know that my mother is with someone new and would eventually get married again.
After dinner, I planed on calling it a night and hit the sack early. But it was just one of those nights where you’re sitting on the couch watching TV and one interesting thing pops up after another and before you know it, you’re eyes are glued and you don’t want to get up. It was almost 12 when I heard my mom and her date pull up in the drive way. I thought that was surprising considering she normally comes home before 11, even on weekends, let alone a day before work. I turned off the TV and was getting ready to open the door and turn the lights off for her so we can both go to sleep. Oddly enough, I never heard the door open from the car, even a minute after the arrived. I figured they were still talking after a nice romantic night out and decided to check on them through the front window.
I peeked through the blinds and I was stunned by what I just saw, or what I think I just saw. My mom’s date was lying back in his chair with his eyes closed, but she wasn’t in her seat. It looked like his hands were touching something but I couldn’t see what. Was this really what I thought it was? What the hell is going on?
I had to get a better look and I immediately ran up a flight to stairs to my mom’s bedroom window which had a clear view of the drive way to see what was going on in that car. My suspicion was correct, my mother had her head buried in her lap and was giving him a blowjob. From my angle, I had a clear view from what was going on (thanks as well to the light from the front door). I could see her head bobbing on his penis while he was holding her hair from falling on her face. When he pulled her hair back for a second time, I saw her more clearly. Her face looked nearly caved in from how hard she was sucking. And those same lips she uses to kiss me goodnight formed a tight O shape around this guy’s hard penis.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. All my life I had seen my mother as someone who was stern and proper in everyway. She always scolded me whenever she heard me the slightest curse word or does something she considered to be wrong. She always presented herself in the most elegant and professional light, and here she was sucking some guys cock in front our house like a common street whore.
Despite the fact that she was my mother, I found myself becoming incredibly aroused. Just the taboo of what I was seeing amazed me. Seeing a mature woman in professional attire giving head was amazing. But that woman being my mother made the whole thing 10 times dirtier. Seeing the woman who gave birth to me and raise me having her mouth used as someone’s sex object was something so erotic I couldn’t even begin to comprehend it. My penis became harder now than at any other point in my life. I was more drunk with sexual arousal than when I first lost my virginity or any other sex act since.
I couldn’t control myself anymore, I pulled my penis out and started masturbating to my mother sucking cock; watching her head bob up and down, seeing her face smooched together with a dick inside it.
I was stroking my hard penis watching this go on for a few more minutes before I saw his body tense and his head lean back. It was fairly obvious that he was about to cum. I expected my mom to stop sucking and maybe jerk him off or something, but she didn’t. She kept on bobbing even as his body arched which obviously meant she swallowed his orgasm. All of what I had just seen was enough to make me shoot a large wad of my own cum into a tissue I grabbed near her bed. The orgasm I had was so good I felt as if I had just gotten laid.
Moments after she sat up straight in her chair, she had sucked his cock until it had become flaccid and was he still laying back in ecstasy. My mother was saying something to him with a smile on her face, and he just laughed. Being the elegant woman that she is, she pulled out a small packet of tissue from her purse and used it to whip the excess semen from the side of her mouth, and also pulled out a few extra pieces of tissue to clean his penis for him.
Despite having just had a massive orgasm of my own, my mind was still in a sexual frenzy. As she got out of the car, I couldn’t just go to my room and pretend to be a sleep. I still felt the need to see more, to do more to fulfill my recently enraged hormones. As I heard her open the door, I ran back down to greet her so I could see the aftermath of their sexual encounter.
“Hi mom!” I said, still breathing heavy.
She genuinely looked surprised seeing me, “Oh, hi honey. I didn’t expect you to be up this late, I thought you were headed to bed”.
“I couldn’t sleep, just wanted to check up on you and see if you had a good time and came home safely”, I said with a deviant smile.
“Well, that was awful nice of you, you didn’t have to. And I had a great time by the way. We can talk about this tomorrow; we should both get some rest for now”.
As she walked past me, she gave me a small pinch on the check along with a wink, which she sometimes did when I did something to make her happy. But this time was different, she was different. Her hair looked like someone had been rubbing the back of it, it looked sloppy. Her red lipstick was smeared around the inner parts of her lips, leaving only a red line on the outer parts. And she had a slight odor of semen to her. It looked like she was hiding what was in her other hand by making a tight grip and pointing it away from me as she walked away, and for good reason to, it was filled with the other guy’s cum, which I decided to tease her with.
“What that in your hand?” I said pretending I didn’t already know.
She genuinely looked surprised that I had asked and her eyes slightly widened. “Oh this?” she said as she waved them in the air, “It’s nothing; I had allergies on the way back home. Must have been the pollen, we went out for a long walk after dinner”
With that, both of us headed back to our rooms to sleep. But I couldn’t sleep, I was jerking off thinking about what I had scene this evening. My mom was giving someone a blowjob in our drive way. I couldn’t get the sight of her elegant face being filled with a cock, and her sucking and bobbing on it. I kept replaying that last conversation we had, along with that look on her face. She looked like such a whore with that messed up hair and smeared lipstick. With that outfit she looked like a thousand dollar an hour escort. I loved how proper she was wiping that cum of her face and off his penis. Even with sex she was so proper.
I kept stroking thinking about all those things for about 20 minutes. What sent me over the edge with another orgasm of the night was thinking about what she was doing. I could imagine her lying under her covers fingering herself to sleep thinking about how she whored herself out like that. I imagined her eating the cum off that tissue before flushing it down the toilet so she could taste him one more time.
I came again. I had ‘regained’ my senses and my mind returned to normal from all those deviant sexual thoughts and images about my own mother. The feeling of guilt came over me as I laid in bed reflecting on what I had done and the thoughts I used to bring myself to cum again. But at the same time, I knew this wouldn’t be the end of it. The feeling was just too great to stop.
I couldn’t stop thinking about what I had seen the night before. How something I wasn’t suppose to see turned my entire life upside down. I might as well have stayed home all day, because in all of my classes I just kept thinking about my mother performing fellatio on her new date. Obviously I shouldn’t have been surprised that my mother enjoys sex as much as everyone else, she is human after all, but seeing her perform a sex act was still a major surprise. I changed my entire perspective on her and I had felt a level of sexual arousal the likes of which I’ve never felt in my entire life.
All of which had got me thinking further; what would become of all this? Would this change my relationship with my mother for the worse? Would I keep jerking off fantasizing about her? And more importantly, would I be satisfied with just my imagination if I were to pursue this?
I knew right then and there the answer was no to everything. I couldn’t stop, and I didn’t want to. I had to find a way to see her; see her with her boyfriend, see her nude, see her masturbating- whatever it takes to fulfill my newfound sexual desire for my mother. And if the opportunity ever arouse, feel her lips and body on mine, and to feel myself inside her. As unlikely the idea of me having any sexual relations with my own mother seemed, it was something I figured could still be a possibility one way or another. At least I hoped so.
It felt a bit awkward that night for both of us given the previous nights circumstances. I decided to break the ice by talking about one of my new favorite topics, her new man.
“So”, I said. “How was it last night with you and him?”
She gave me a look like she didn’t know whether I was talking about the actual date or making an innuendo that I had known what she had done in the car (I was doing the latter). She smiled after that brief pause, “It was great, we had a nice meal followed by a walk around the city, and we stopped for ice cream. We had a chance to speak briefly earlier today at work, I’ll be seeing him again soon for another date”.
“That’s wonderful mom. I’m glad you’ve finally found someone you’re happy with. Maybe next time you could invite him over for dinner, you could just hang around the house and I’ll be quite as a mouse in my room”, I said with as much charm as I could.
“That’s nice sweetie, but we certainly wouldn’t want to bother you”. Well that was far from the truth.
They had scheduled their next for the following Friday. And like last time, it was a last minute announcement.
A) The date comes over and the mom is still getting ready in her room. The date and son talk, and the date reveals that he knew he was watching them and that he that turned him on. So the date proposes that he finds some way for the son to watch them, that way they both get something they want. In the end, mom & the guy get married and she never knew she married a sicko.
B) Many months pass, this stays a fantasy for the son who is preparing to live on his own while mom and her new man are engaged and will move as well. Mom comes home drunk, passes out on the bed in her room. Son sees her in the morning. One of mom's breast is hanging out and it's the first time the son has seen her breast. Fantasies come rushing back to him and he starts masturbating. Mom wakes up and freaks out. Later when they both calm down, she demands to know why he did that, to which he confesses everything. Mom agrees to sleep with him before the wedding, and their relationship was never the same again (for the worse)
C) add your own
FULL STORY:
http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=498457
I hope you enjoy it.
My mom and I had been living together for 5 years since the divorce. It was hard at first, but over time we became more like friends rather than having a typical mother/son relationship. We lived in a middle class neighborhood in the suburbs of Los Angeles where she got a well paying job as a corporate lawyer and I was attending a local college. During the week, we only saw each other at night and would openly talk about our day over dinner and would sometimes watch TV together before doing our own things. On the weekends, if I wasn’t out with my friends or she out with hers, we’d spend time together cooking, doing housework, or going out and doing something fun. Needless to say, we were close.
She didn’t date much at first. I never asked her about it and she never brought it up, but it was obvious that she was too busy for someone else in her life. She was constantly working late many nights to keep up with the demands of the company she works for; and that eventually earned her a nice promotion.
Eventually she did start dating after her promotion where she was able to get an assistant to help with the work load, and during that same time, I noticed she started to be more conscious about the way she looked. She joined a gym where she spent some of her weekends and a few evenings during the week. She also wore a little more make up and wore new outfits which she wouldn’t have dreamed of buying years earlier due to the cost. Regardless, she wanted to look as professional as possible for her work.
At 45 years old, I thought she was a beautiful lady. She has shoulder length dark blonde hair which was almost always looked a mess because of it’s natural curls. She has a stern face which suits her career in law, along with a few lines which show her age and years of stress. Physically speaking, she has an average shaped body for a woman her age. At 5’5, she has a shapely rear end and breasts, along with a slightly curvy mid-section which she likes to blame on her giving birth to me (jokingly of course).
My mother never dated a guy for more than a few months for whatever reason. I’ve always figured they just weren’t good enough for her. And I never figured her out as far as her sexual needs go. In all her dates she came home fairly early and I never saw her looking disheveled in any way looking like she just got laid or even pleasured herself. Not that I was nosy about it, but she is human after all. Either she’s very discrete about her sexual needs, or she’s just as cold as dad says she was in previous arguments.
One particular evening she was headed out for a date with a new guy on a weekday. Usually she approaches dates like her work, where she plans it for the weekend and lets me know far in advance showing little emotion over it. But this time was different, she didn’t tell me (or know herself) about her date until she arrived home at 4pm, it was all very last minute. And she even seemed giddy about the whole thing and it was almost as if she was acting like a teenager or something because of how excited she was.
“So how do I look?” she asked me with a huge smile on her face while modeling her outfit.
I wanted to tease her and tell her that she looked like she was going back to work because she wore what seemed to be her normal business attire of a professional two button jacket, matching color skirt, and thick panty hose. The only difference was she wore a little more make up and jewelry. She looked classy as always.
“Great!” I said. “No man would be able to resist you tonight? Or any other night for that matter”
She smiled and gave me a hug; she loved those kinds of compliments from me. She sat by the window for a moment and as her date pulled into the drive way, she immediately opened the door for him before he could ring the bell, which was a first for her.
Her date was also professionally dressed, and drove a nice car, finally, someone who would be a great match for my mom. He did seem like a great guy when mom introduced us, he was definitely a great guy and it turned out they worked for the same company.
“Don’t forget, diner is in the frig, and when I get back I’m going to check to make sure you at all your vegetables”, she said in her motherly voice. “Oh, and by the way, don’t wait up, we might be a little light tonight, but make sure to leave this light on as well as the light outside so I don’t trip over anything, you know how clumsy I get”
“I planed on sleeping early tonight anyways, I have class early tomorrow. Enjoy your date you two!” I said as I waved them off.
I felt really happy for the both of them, and I was especially glad to see my mom as happy as she was. Especially considering that I was considering moving out in a few years once I finished college and it would be nice to know that my mother is with someone new and would eventually get married again.
After dinner, I planed on calling it a night and hit the sack early. But it was just one of those nights where you’re sitting on the couch watching TV and one interesting thing pops up after another and before you know it, you’re eyes are glued and you don’t want to get up. It was almost 12 when I heard my mom and her date pull up in the drive way. I thought that was surprising considering she normally comes home before 11, even on weekends, let alone a day before work. I turned off the TV and was getting ready to open the door and turn the lights off for her so we can both go to sleep. Oddly enough, I never heard the door open from the car, even a minute after the arrived. I figured they were still talking after a nice romantic night out and decided to check on them through the front window.
I peeked through the blinds and I was stunned by what I just saw, or what I think I just saw. My mom’s date was lying back in his chair with his eyes closed, but she wasn’t in her seat. It looked like his hands were touching something but I couldn’t see what. Was this really what I thought it was? What the hell is going on?
I had to get a better look and I immediately ran up a flight to stairs to my mom’s bedroom window which had a clear view of the drive way to see what was going on in that car. My suspicion was correct, my mother had her head buried in her lap and was giving him a blowjob. From my angle, I had a clear view from what was going on (thanks as well to the light from the front door). I could see her head bobbing on his penis while he was holding her hair from falling on her face. When he pulled her hair back for a second time, I saw her more clearly. Her face looked nearly caved in from how hard she was sucking. And those same lips she uses to kiss me goodnight formed a tight O shape around this guy’s hard penis.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. All my life I had seen my mother as someone who was stern and proper in everyway. She always scolded me whenever she heard me the slightest curse word or does something she considered to be wrong. She always presented herself in the most elegant and professional light, and here she was sucking some guys cock in front our house like a common street whore.
Despite the fact that she was my mother, I found myself becoming incredibly aroused. Just the taboo of what I was seeing amazed me. Seeing a mature woman in professional attire giving head was amazing. But that woman being my mother made the whole thing 10 times dirtier. Seeing the woman who gave birth to me and raise me having her mouth used as someone’s sex object was something so erotic I couldn’t even begin to comprehend it. My penis became harder now than at any other point in my life. I was more drunk with sexual arousal than when I first lost my virginity or any other sex act since.
I couldn’t control myself anymore, I pulled my penis out and started masturbating to my mother sucking cock; watching her head bob up and down, seeing her face smooched together with a dick inside it.
I was stroking my hard penis watching this go on for a few more minutes before I saw his body tense and his head lean back. It was fairly obvious that he was about to cum. I expected my mom to stop sucking and maybe jerk him off or something, but she didn’t. She kept on bobbing even as his body arched which obviously meant she swallowed his orgasm. All of what I had just seen was enough to make me shoot a large wad of my own cum into a tissue I grabbed near her bed. The orgasm I had was so good I felt as if I had just gotten laid.
Moments after she sat up straight in her chair, she had sucked his cock until it had become flaccid and was he still laying back in ecstasy. My mother was saying something to him with a smile on her face, and he just laughed. Being the elegant woman that she is, she pulled out a small packet of tissue from her purse and used it to whip the excess semen from the side of her mouth, and also pulled out a few extra pieces of tissue to clean his penis for him.
Despite having just had a massive orgasm of my own, my mind was still in a sexual frenzy. As she got out of the car, I couldn’t just go to my room and pretend to be a sleep. I still felt the need to see more, to do more to fulfill my recently enraged hormones. As I heard her open the door, I ran back down to greet her so I could see the aftermath of their sexual encounter.
“Hi mom!” I said, still breathing heavy.
She genuinely looked surprised seeing me, “Oh, hi honey. I didn’t expect you to be up this late, I thought you were headed to bed”.
“I couldn’t sleep, just wanted to check up on you and see if you had a good time and came home safely”, I said with a deviant smile.
“Well, that was awful nice of you, you didn’t have to. And I had a great time by the way. We can talk about this tomorrow; we should both get some rest for now”.
As she walked past me, she gave me a small pinch on the check along with a wink, which she sometimes did when I did something to make her happy. But this time was different, she was different. Her hair looked like someone had been rubbing the back of it, it looked sloppy. Her red lipstick was smeared around the inner parts of her lips, leaving only a red line on the outer parts. And she had a slight odor of semen to her. It looked like she was hiding what was in her other hand by making a tight grip and pointing it away from me as she walked away, and for good reason to, it was filled with the other guy’s cum, which I decided to tease her with.
“What that in your hand?” I said pretending I didn’t already know.
She genuinely looked surprised that I had asked and her eyes slightly widened. “Oh this?” she said as she waved them in the air, “It’s nothing; I had allergies on the way back home. Must have been the pollen, we went out for a long walk after dinner”
With that, both of us headed back to our rooms to sleep. But I couldn’t sleep, I was jerking off thinking about what I had scene this evening. My mom was giving someone a blowjob in our drive way. I couldn’t get the sight of her elegant face being filled with a cock, and her sucking and bobbing on it. I kept replaying that last conversation we had, along with that look on her face. She looked like such a whore with that messed up hair and smeared lipstick. With that outfit she looked like a thousand dollar an hour escort. I loved how proper she was wiping that cum of her face and off his penis. Even with sex she was so proper.
I kept stroking thinking about all those things for about 20 minutes. What sent me over the edge with another orgasm of the night was thinking about what she was doing. I could imagine her lying under her covers fingering herself to sleep thinking about how she whored herself out like that. I imagined her eating the cum off that tissue before flushing it down the toilet so she could taste him one more time.
I came again. I had ‘regained’ my senses and my mind returned to normal from all those deviant sexual thoughts and images about my own mother. The feeling of guilt came over me as I laid in bed reflecting on what I had done and the thoughts I used to bring myself to cum again. But at the same time, I knew this wouldn’t be the end of it. The feeling was just too great to stop.
I couldn’t stop thinking about what I had seen the night before. How something I wasn’t suppose to see turned my entire life upside down. I might as well have stayed home all day, because in all of my classes I just kept thinking about my mother performing fellatio on her new date. Obviously I shouldn’t have been surprised that my mother enjoys sex as much as everyone else, she is human after all, but seeing her perform a sex act was still a major surprise. I changed my entire perspective on her and I had felt a level of sexual arousal the likes of which I’ve never felt in my entire life.
All of which had got me thinking further; what would become of all this? Would this change my relationship with my mother for the worse? Would I keep jerking off fantasizing about her? And more importantly, would I be satisfied with just my imagination if I were to pursue this?
I knew right then and there the answer was no to everything. I couldn’t stop, and I didn’t want to. I had to find a way to see her; see her with her boyfriend, see her nude, see her masturbating- whatever it takes to fulfill my newfound sexual desire for my mother. And if the opportunity ever arouse, feel her lips and body on mine, and to feel myself inside her. As unlikely the idea of me having any sexual relations with my own mother seemed, it was something I figured could still be a possibility one way or another. At least I hoped so.
It felt a bit awkward that night for both of us given the previous nights circumstances. I decided to break the ice by talking about one of my new favorite topics, her new man.
“So”, I said. “How was it last night with you and him?”
She gave me a look like she didn’t know whether I was talking about the actual date or making an innuendo that I had known what she had done in the car (I was doing the latter). She smiled after that brief pause, “It was great, we had a nice meal followed by a walk around the city, and we stopped for ice cream. We had a chance to speak briefly earlier today at work, I’ll be seeing him again soon for another date”.
“That’s wonderful mom. I’m glad you’ve finally found someone you’re happy with. Maybe next time you could invite him over for dinner, you could just hang around the house and I’ll be quite as a mouse in my room”, I said with as much charm as I could.
“That’s nice sweetie, but we certainly wouldn’t want to bother you”. Well that was far from the truth.
They had scheduled their next for the following Friday. And like last time, it was a last minute announcement.
A) The date comes over and the mom is still getting ready in her room. The date and son talk, and the date reveals that he knew he was watching them and that he that turned him on. So the date proposes that he finds some way for the son to watch them, that way they both get something they want. In the end, mom & the guy get married and she never knew she married a sicko.
B) Many months pass, this stays a fantasy for the son who is preparing to live on his own while mom and her new man are engaged and will move as well. Mom comes home drunk, passes out on the bed in her room. Son sees her in the morning. One of mom's breast is hanging out and it's the first time the son has seen her breast. Fantasies come rushing back to him and he starts masturbating. Mom wakes up and freaks out. Later when they both calm down, she demands to know why he did that, to which he confesses everything. Mom agrees to sleep with him before the wedding, and their relationship was never the same again (for the worse)
C) add your own
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