Son and Mum
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uvex,
You'll have to change the age in your proposed story to 18. Site rule to keep it all legal for the site.
May I suggest reading Hecate's Guide and SweetP's Sticky up at the top of the story listings for good suggestions and some rules.
PP
You'll have to change the age in your proposed story to 18. Site rule to keep it all legal for the site.
May I suggest reading Hecate's Guide and SweetP's Sticky up at the top of the story listings for good suggestions and some rules.
PP
Suburb
Mum and I live in a suburb, I just graduated from highschool, now working in the convenience store. I am a sporty guy, with a broad smooth chest, nice biceps and triceps. Willing to help Mum with house chores. Tries to be with Mum when I don't have to work, study and do sports.
Is Friday night and I just came home from Soccer Practice. All sweaty, needs to take a shower. Mum is in her room.
Mum and I live in a suburb, I just graduated from highschool, now working in the convenience store. I am a sporty guy, with a broad smooth chest, nice biceps and triceps. Willing to help Mum with house chores. Tries to be with Mum when I don't have to work, study and do sports.
Is Friday night and I just came home from Soccer Practice. All sweaty, needs to take a shower. Mum is in her room.
Heather:
The closing of the front door meant my boy was back. Tuesday...that means soccer practice. This would mean smelly jerseys and clothes for most other mothers, but my boy was different. He was one of those who helped with the chores.
That left me time to think of how much of a turn on hot, sweaty men were. In fact, that was what drew me to his father 20 years ago. He was the soccer captain of the greatest team the varsity ever had, a fact that my boy still does not know today.
He swept me off my feet with those strong, sweaty arms, leaning down to kiss me gently...and the rest they say is history.
The closing of the front door meant my boy was back. Tuesday...that means soccer practice. This would mean smelly jerseys and clothes for most other mothers, but my boy was different. He was one of those who helped with the chores.
That left me time to think of how much of a turn on hot, sweaty men were. In fact, that was what drew me to his father 20 years ago. He was the soccer captain of the greatest team the varsity ever had, a fact that my boy still does not know today.
He swept me off my feet with those strong, sweaty arms, leaning down to kiss me gently...and the rest they say is history.
Hey Mum...
Hey Mum... I am back... How was your day?
I push open my Mum's room door, as I am all sweaty but just need to greet my Mum as a matter of courtesy. I am in my soccer shorts and the team shirt. My Mum can see that I am all sweaty...
Mum was in her pjs, sitting on the bed reading a magazine. I walk up to her and lower myself to hug and give her a kiss on her ever so soft cheeks. My Mum is always plain but to me she is beautiful.
Hey Mum... I am back... How was your day?
I push open my Mum's room door, as I am all sweaty but just need to greet my Mum as a matter of courtesy. I am in my soccer shorts and the team shirt. My Mum can see that I am all sweaty...
Mum was in her pjs, sitting on the bed reading a magazine. I walk up to her and lower myself to hug and give her a kiss on her ever so soft cheeks. My Mum is always plain but to me she is beautiful.
Down
As my Mum asked about my day. I sat on the bed and told her everything about the soccer game, is so exciting when the other team challenged us. But with great team spirit we beat them, and the score was 2 to1. We won! As I described it graphically to Mum, she is so enthusiastic and kept asking.
When I was talking to Mum, at the corner of my eye I can see my Mum's cleavage, this is really deep... she has her a few of her pjs buttons down, I don't know why I have that kind of thoughts...! I just kept it to myself.
Oh Mum... I am so filthy, I better take a shower first. Could you cook a something for me? I am quite hungry, cause the game runs over time, lasted for nearly 3 hours.
Off I went into my room, grab my shower robe and into the shower. I have not locked my room door properly, I have an ensuite bathroom inside my bedroom. I start to clean myself thoroughly.
As my Mum asked about my day. I sat on the bed and told her everything about the soccer game, is so exciting when the other team challenged us. But with great team spirit we beat them, and the score was 2 to1. We won! As I described it graphically to Mum, she is so enthusiastic and kept asking.
When I was talking to Mum, at the corner of my eye I can see my Mum's cleavage, this is really deep... she has her a few of her pjs buttons down, I don't know why I have that kind of thoughts...! I just kept it to myself.
Oh Mum... I am so filthy, I better take a shower first. Could you cook a something for me? I am quite hungry, cause the game runs over time, lasted for nearly 3 hours.
Off I went into my room, grab my shower robe and into the shower. I have not locked my room door properly, I have an ensuite bathroom inside my bedroom. I start to clean myself thoroughly.
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Heather:
As my boy took his leave from the room, I caught myself staring. His incessant chattering had took my mind off what I knew to be the forbidden, but it was all coming back again.
What is wrong with you girl? I shook my head, as if the thoughts inside would dissipate as I headed for the kitchen. I was going to concentrate on dinner, and nothing else for the evening.
...
As my boy took his leave from the room, I caught myself staring. His incessant chattering had took my mind off what I knew to be the forbidden, but it was all coming back again.
What is wrong with you girl? I shook my head, as if the thoughts inside would dissipate as I headed for the kitchen. I was going to concentrate on dinner, and nothing else for the evening.
...
Heather:
Midway through cooking, as I waited for the steak to grill, my thoughts began to wander once more.
I thought of the boy's father, of how he had managed to steal my first kiss, be the first man to touch my breasts and break my virginity all at once, all in one night.
"Mom the steak's going to burn!" I heard my boy. And true enough, the meat on one side was already starting to blacken. I quickly recollected myself and flipped it out of the pan.
Midway through cooking, as I waited for the steak to grill, my thoughts began to wander once more.
I thought of the boy's father, of how he had managed to steal my first kiss, be the first man to touch my breasts and break my virginity all at once, all in one night.
"Mom the steak's going to burn!" I heard my boy. And true enough, the meat on one side was already starting to blacken. I quickly recollected myself and flipped it out of the pan.
Mum...
Mum...
What are you doing? Look the steak is burnt on 1 side... how am I going to eat that??? Let me get a new slice out from the fridge... as I walk to the fridge...
When I get close to my Mum, I can see that she was preoccupied, I wonder what she is thinking about??? Accidentally I look at her and have a much clearer view of her cleavage as she stands there. I can see the shape of her tits, and even her nipps, don't know why women's tits will stick out so obviously at times? When I was looking at it, I can't help but to lick my lips with my tongue.
I got a piece of steak then I turn and face my Mum, I only have my boxer on, and nothing on top cause is a hot night. I am a fully grown boy, with a broad smooth chest.
Mum...
What are you doing? Look the steak is burnt on 1 side... how am I going to eat that??? Let me get a new slice out from the fridge... as I walk to the fridge...
When I get close to my Mum, I can see that she was preoccupied, I wonder what she is thinking about??? Accidentally I look at her and have a much clearer view of her cleavage as she stands there. I can see the shape of her tits, and even her nipps, don't know why women's tits will stick out so obviously at times? When I was looking at it, I can't help but to lick my lips with my tongue.
I got a piece of steak then I turn and face my Mum, I only have my boxer on, and nothing on top cause is a hot night. I am a fully grown boy, with a broad smooth chest.
Heather:
As my boy turned to take out another piece of meat, I became acutely aware of my aroused state. My thin silk pjs was still unbuttoned at the top, and my hardening nipples were sticking out unabashedly.
Just as I was thinking of how to adjust myself without making things awkward, I turned and saw my boy standing there with the raw steak, but his eyes obviously on me. That was not all. His boxers did little to hide his throbbing erection, and with that I turned away quickly.
My cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but at the same time, I felt another tingle between my legs. What could this be?
Still, I excused myself to dress up more appropriately, leaving the steak to my son. Hopefully, he would be much less distracted than I was.
Back in the sanctity of my room, I closed the door behind me, almost breathless. This would not do. He was my son after all.
As my boy turned to take out another piece of meat, I became acutely aware of my aroused state. My thin silk pjs was still unbuttoned at the top, and my hardening nipples were sticking out unabashedly.
Just as I was thinking of how to adjust myself without making things awkward, I turned and saw my boy standing there with the raw steak, but his eyes obviously on me. That was not all. His boxers did little to hide his throbbing erection, and with that I turned away quickly.
My cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but at the same time, I felt another tingle between my legs. What could this be?
Still, I excused myself to dress up more appropriately, leaving the steak to my son. Hopefully, he would be much less distracted than I was.
Back in the sanctity of my room, I closed the door behind me, almost breathless. This would not do. He was my son after all.
Steak
Mum,
I wonder wny Mum rushed back to her room?
I start to cook the steak myself, while I was doing that I feel that I have an erection under my boxer, I don't know why this has happened!
I keep cooking the steak, is nearly done, so I lower the fire and get it ready for my dinner.
I lay the table and have the steak onto the plate, as I called my Mum... Mum will you join me for dinner?
I start to eat it when Mum came out again.
My erection is still there, but I try to take no notice of it and start to eat.
Mum,
I wonder wny Mum rushed back to her room?
I start to cook the steak myself, while I was doing that I feel that I have an erection under my boxer, I don't know why this has happened!
I keep cooking the steak, is nearly done, so I lower the fire and get it ready for my dinner.
I lay the table and have the steak onto the plate, as I called my Mum... Mum will you join me for dinner?
I start to eat it when Mum came out again.
My erection is still there, but I try to take no notice of it and start to eat.
Kitchen
As Mum walks back into the kitchen, I start to eat my dinner. I am so hungry that I took no notice of my Mum's revealing pjs now.
I did not realise my long, hard and erected cock is kind of being exposed through the hole on my boxer. As I part my legs when I am relax by the kitchen table.
Mum... are you OK? You look tired! Would you like me to do you a little massage on your back?
As Mum walks back into the kitchen, I start to eat my dinner. I am so hungry that I took no notice of my Mum's revealing pjs now.
I did not realise my long, hard and erected cock is kind of being exposed through the hole on my boxer. As I part my legs when I am relax by the kitchen table.
Mum... are you OK? You look tired! Would you like me to do you a little massage on your back?
Heather:
My boy seemed really hungry, and he did not even look up as I re-entered the kitchen. Rather than the feeling of being avoided, it seemed as if he was disinterested. Perhaps I was the one who over-reacted to his earlier look over.
Looking down, I realised that my PJs were revealing indeed, and it probably was perfectly natural for any hot-blooded male teenager to take a second look at any deep cleavage should they see one, even if it was their own mother.
Deep in thought, I was suddenly jolted when my boy offered to massage me.
And when I turned to look at him, the first thing was his large member poking out of his boxer. Now it was my turn to stare.
My boy seemed really hungry, and he did not even look up as I re-entered the kitchen. Rather than the feeling of being avoided, it seemed as if he was disinterested. Perhaps I was the one who over-reacted to his earlier look over.
Looking down, I realised that my PJs were revealing indeed, and it probably was perfectly natural for any hot-blooded male teenager to take a second look at any deep cleavage should they see one, even if it was their own mother.
Deep in thought, I was suddenly jolted when my boy offered to massage me.
And when I turned to look at him, the first thing was his large member poking out of his boxer. Now it was my turn to stare.
Stare
I did not realise that Mum was staring at my huge member under my boxer. I start to talk to my Mum about giving her a thorough sports massage, cause after every practice that's what the team massager did to us all in the team. I might not be very professional but I am willing to try for you Mum.
Would you allow me to ease your pressure from the daily chores?
I look up, can see my Mum's tits poking out again. I try not to look but that distracts me alot. It looks very round but perky, as I lick my lips again.
I did not realise that Mum was staring at my huge member under my boxer. I start to talk to my Mum about giving her a thorough sports massage, cause after every practice that's what the team massager did to us all in the team. I might not be very professional but I am willing to try for you Mum.
Would you allow me to ease your pressure from the daily chores?
I look up, can see my Mum's tits poking out again. I try not to look but that distracts me alot. It looks very round but perky, as I lick my lips again.
Heather:
I caught myself in my reverie, but it seemed that my boy did not notice my blatant stare, or if he did, he brushed aside nonchalantly. He seemed really intent on the massage though, and I knew that he meant it when he wanted to relieve me of my daily pressures. I was wondering if there were other pressures he could relieve...
"Why don't we move to the living room instead," I said as I turned towards the sofa. Without looking at my boy, I could think much more clearly. No matter what, I would not do anything that I would regret tonight.
I caught myself in my reverie, but it seemed that my boy did not notice my blatant stare, or if he did, he brushed aside nonchalantly. He seemed really intent on the massage though, and I knew that he meant it when he wanted to relieve me of my daily pressures. I was wondering if there were other pressures he could relieve...
"Why don't we move to the living room instead," I said as I turned towards the sofa. Without looking at my boy, I could think much more clearly. No matter what, I would not do anything that I would regret tonight.
Heather:
I sat back into the large couch, and found a comfortable spot. I just closed my eyes, trying to block out all unwanted thoughts, and focus on the massage.
Still, when I first felt his touch on my aching shoulders, I could not help but let out a moan. It felt so reassuring, so strong. And when his fingers started kneading into the sore areas, it was heavenly indeed.
Dropping my head to the side, I could feel myself drifting off to sleep.
I sat back into the large couch, and found a comfortable spot. I just closed my eyes, trying to block out all unwanted thoughts, and focus on the massage.
Still, when I first felt his touch on my aching shoulders, I could not help but let out a moan. It felt so reassuring, so strong. And when his fingers started kneading into the sore areas, it was heavenly indeed.
Dropping my head to the side, I could feel myself drifting off to sleep.
Massage
I have my Mum sat on the couch, as I told her to relax and I start to do the massage from her shoulder downwards. I knead on her back gently, squeezing tenderly for about 5 mins then I can hear my Mum's involuntarilty moaning... I think this is normal, but her kind of moaning is quite different from the team guys! It is very seductive and sexy, as if she lust for something more than a tender massage. As I can see my Mum is a bit relax now, I massage a bit lower down towards the her front. Around her neck and upper chest part. Accidentally, sometimes I my hands brush against her breasts. I did not mean to, but I stood in front of her when I do the massage around her upper chest, and my manhook is at the level of her face.
I think my Mum is feeling good now, as I massage gently with care and love. My rod is just at her cheeks level, sometimes it bump against her cheeks. But she did not make a sound, I guess she must be asleep now. This is good, my beloved Mum is relax finally.
While doing the massage, I look down and I have a deeper view of my Mum's breasts, as the buttons are open lower down and as I massage her, the pjs tangle aside. Revealing more of her very nice and inviting tits. This pair of tits was my life when I was a kid, cause my Mum breasts feed me. I wonder how it feels to suckle on the nipples now?
I have my Mum sat on the couch, as I told her to relax and I start to do the massage from her shoulder downwards. I knead on her back gently, squeezing tenderly for about 5 mins then I can hear my Mum's involuntarilty moaning... I think this is normal, but her kind of moaning is quite different from the team guys! It is very seductive and sexy, as if she lust for something more than a tender massage. As I can see my Mum is a bit relax now, I massage a bit lower down towards the her front. Around her neck and upper chest part. Accidentally, sometimes I my hands brush against her breasts. I did not mean to, but I stood in front of her when I do the massage around her upper chest, and my manhook is at the level of her face.
I think my Mum is feeling good now, as I massage gently with care and love. My rod is just at her cheeks level, sometimes it bump against her cheeks. But she did not make a sound, I guess she must be asleep now. This is good, my beloved Mum is relax finally.
While doing the massage, I look down and I have a deeper view of my Mum's breasts, as the buttons are open lower down and as I massage her, the pjs tangle aside. Revealing more of her very nice and inviting tits. This pair of tits was my life when I was a kid, cause my Mum breasts feed me. I wonder how it feels to suckle on the nipples now?
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Heather:
It felt so good, as if he could sense all my pressure points. But the technique of the massage aside, I could feel myself warming up to his touch, not merely as my masseur. I could not help but feel the wetness between my legs build up with every touch from my son.
From my shoulders, his fingers wandered further and further down to the top of my breasts, and I moaned involuntarily. But my eyes remained closed, letting my boy think that I had fallen asleep. I wondered how far exactly he would go...
It felt so good, as if he could sense all my pressure points. But the technique of the massage aside, I could feel myself warming up to his touch, not merely as my masseur. I could not help but feel the wetness between my legs build up with every touch from my son.
From my shoulders, his fingers wandered further and further down to the top of my breasts, and I moaned involuntarily. But my eyes remained closed, letting my boy think that I had fallen asleep. I wondered how far exactly he would go...
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