WillDarcy
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Hi
This is a role play I wrote a while back. Wondering if anyone wants to play it out. Take care
A beautiful day, warm and bright and sunny and I’m standing on the back deck enjoying the site of my nearly naked Mom sunning her self on the deck. Indeed, catching her like this is the whole point of cutting school today. Her eyes are closed and she has ear buds in listening to something I can’t hear. My Mom is beautiful. I know this, and if I didn’t everybody else has told me.
The long dark hair, a beautiful exotic face. High beautiful breasts. A smooth hard stomach with a narrow waist that flares to the most amazing ass. A ‘phat’ round ass that lets you know by the way it moves that its all lean meat.
A bead of sweat runs down the side of the glass.
And its that round meaty ass that is why I’m here today. I don’t know when exactly but before I was old enough to care about girls my Mom adopted yoga. She would go every day when I was in school and eventually took over part of the basement for her work out room. It started as a mat and an old tv/dvd player and grew over the years to include a mat large enough for four, a big screen tv, hand weights and a wall of mirrors. Not to mention various pieces of pilate’s stuff for resistance training and near by a set of free weights and a heavy bag (My friend Tom had suggested that I ask for those, in hopes of getting to spend time down there ogling my Mom.)
All this ended up creating what my friends and I would eventually and longingly refer to as Mom’s YA or Yoga Ass. And it was something to see, something that gave all my classmates discomfort and desire wrapped in the tight yoga pants Mom favored.
And that probably is where my problem started. Pshyc. 101 will tell you its perfectly normal for a young adult to crush on an older attractive person. The hot teacher, or your friends milf. My problem was that for every male in our smallish town that was Mom. I’d catch them checking her out from the grocery store to the mall. Young or old it didn’t matter much. You name some one male and I’d caught them ogling her backside. (Later I realized that a fair number of women did as well and not always from jealousy.)
My friends Tom and Mitch talked shit about it all the time. At first I told them to shut up and leave it alone, no one wants to hear that about their mom. But the truth is I did. It was her I jerked off thinking about as much or more than any of the girls in my school. Pretty bad I know but it gets darker.
Having grown up in the age of internet I’d been watching people fuck online since before I even knew that I would want to be fucking. And as my obsession with Mom grew it was online I went for an outlet. But the videos and sites that fascinated my friends were sad and unreal when in came to ‘mom fucks her step son’. Half of them where some 20 something porn star and a guy her age or older and pretending its her son. Lines like, “You know I’m not your real mom.” Gag.
So I looked further afield and found bdsm and fetish sites eventually finding Literotica and a community of people that accepted, even glorified incest. That I wasn’t alone in having carnal thoughts about my Mom or jerking off thinking about taking her. I was home. And I started to role play with women twice and thrice my age or more.
Over time that changed me from a sexually awkward teen to a young man with a lot of confidence about what and who I wanted in the sack. Girls were no longer a problem but Tom and Mitch and I still compared them all to Mom’s YA and talked about wanting a real woman, not these skinny jeaned girls in high school.
I noticed that you would flirt with us. You’d come in to say hi, bringing drinks or food and smile and bend over more than seemed necessary. Tom and Mitch fell all over them selves flirting with you. It was so cat and mouse and we were defiantly the mice.
But I knew that two could play and so back to the internet I went. I chatted online with men and women about various ways of seducing you. Even darker, how to break you. We will see who ends up the cat.
And so the next time you came to see me in your so tight ass hugging pants bending over and smiling I was ready. Years of jacking off fantasizing about you made it effortless to see you standing there naked, and when I met your eyes I let you see your own nakedness and when I smiled full of lust and desire and confidence.
And so the last few months we have flirted and played. The tension rising.
And so here I am standing over you, my cock gently swelling, holding two glasses of ice cold lemon aide as a cold drop of water roles off one glass splashing onto your smooth hard stomach and snapping you out of your reverie.
“Hi Mom. Lemon aide?”
This is a role play I wrote a while back. Wondering if anyone wants to play it out. Take care
A beautiful day, warm and bright and sunny and I’m standing on the back deck enjoying the site of my nearly naked Mom sunning her self on the deck. Indeed, catching her like this is the whole point of cutting school today. Her eyes are closed and she has ear buds in listening to something I can’t hear. My Mom is beautiful. I know this, and if I didn’t everybody else has told me.
The long dark hair, a beautiful exotic face. High beautiful breasts. A smooth hard stomach with a narrow waist that flares to the most amazing ass. A ‘phat’ round ass that lets you know by the way it moves that its all lean meat.
A bead of sweat runs down the side of the glass.
And its that round meaty ass that is why I’m here today. I don’t know when exactly but before I was old enough to care about girls my Mom adopted yoga. She would go every day when I was in school and eventually took over part of the basement for her work out room. It started as a mat and an old tv/dvd player and grew over the years to include a mat large enough for four, a big screen tv, hand weights and a wall of mirrors. Not to mention various pieces of pilate’s stuff for resistance training and near by a set of free weights and a heavy bag (My friend Tom had suggested that I ask for those, in hopes of getting to spend time down there ogling my Mom.)
All this ended up creating what my friends and I would eventually and longingly refer to as Mom’s YA or Yoga Ass. And it was something to see, something that gave all my classmates discomfort and desire wrapped in the tight yoga pants Mom favored.
And that probably is where my problem started. Pshyc. 101 will tell you its perfectly normal for a young adult to crush on an older attractive person. The hot teacher, or your friends milf. My problem was that for every male in our smallish town that was Mom. I’d catch them checking her out from the grocery store to the mall. Young or old it didn’t matter much. You name some one male and I’d caught them ogling her backside. (Later I realized that a fair number of women did as well and not always from jealousy.)
My friends Tom and Mitch talked shit about it all the time. At first I told them to shut up and leave it alone, no one wants to hear that about their mom. But the truth is I did. It was her I jerked off thinking about as much or more than any of the girls in my school. Pretty bad I know but it gets darker.
Having grown up in the age of internet I’d been watching people fuck online since before I even knew that I would want to be fucking. And as my obsession with Mom grew it was online I went for an outlet. But the videos and sites that fascinated my friends were sad and unreal when in came to ‘mom fucks her step son’. Half of them where some 20 something porn star and a guy her age or older and pretending its her son. Lines like, “You know I’m not your real mom.” Gag.
So I looked further afield and found bdsm and fetish sites eventually finding Literotica and a community of people that accepted, even glorified incest. That I wasn’t alone in having carnal thoughts about my Mom or jerking off thinking about taking her. I was home. And I started to role play with women twice and thrice my age or more.
Over time that changed me from a sexually awkward teen to a young man with a lot of confidence about what and who I wanted in the sack. Girls were no longer a problem but Tom and Mitch and I still compared them all to Mom’s YA and talked about wanting a real woman, not these skinny jeaned girls in high school.
I noticed that you would flirt with us. You’d come in to say hi, bringing drinks or food and smile and bend over more than seemed necessary. Tom and Mitch fell all over them selves flirting with you. It was so cat and mouse and we were defiantly the mice.
But I knew that two could play and so back to the internet I went. I chatted online with men and women about various ways of seducing you. Even darker, how to break you. We will see who ends up the cat.
And so the next time you came to see me in your so tight ass hugging pants bending over and smiling I was ready. Years of jacking off fantasizing about you made it effortless to see you standing there naked, and when I met your eyes I let you see your own nakedness and when I smiled full of lust and desire and confidence.
And so the last few months we have flirted and played. The tension rising.
And so here I am standing over you, my cock gently swelling, holding two glasses of ice cold lemon aide as a cold drop of water roles off one glass splashing onto your smooth hard stomach and snapping you out of your reverie.
“Hi Mom. Lemon aide?”
