Well, after my parents split I moved in with my mother exclusively (my dad cheated on her and she left him) and obviously hormones began to rage.
I've always been a muscular and good-looking guy so I started to fool around with girls early on. I had plenty of little girlfriends and hook ups but when i'd be at home-- i'd begun to notice her sexually.
At football, other boys would always talk about wanting to fuck her and how she is a milf-- I'd push back and deny it, but in my mind I couldn't.
She didn't date for a while after my father-- it was just her and I, and she'd remind me of that often. I kept getting taller and stronger, no doubt because of the testosterone surging and being around cute cheerleaders during the day and my smokin' mom at night.
When I was 18 I had the option of moving out--- but I didn't and it began...
My mother was used to getting plenty of sexual attention her whole life-- but being single at the time, i'm sure she was frustrated at times (sexually) and missed the lust of an attractive man.
It all started when she walked out of the shower one evening to go to her bed room and only had on her bra and panties. The panties were these athletic fit, pink VS thong with a matching bra. I pretended to keep watching TV and not look as she began walking around the house, picking up laundry, dishes, etc.
Her tits weren't overly big, but she wore those little panties perfectly. She even walked up to me sitting on the couch to hand me a football shirt to pack for the next day of practice. As she did, I couldn't help but stare at her perfect little pussy lips accentuation her slit in the tight panties. I know she felt me staring and lusting after her but she remained calm and walked away seductively. As she walked away I couldn't help but touch my cock thinking about her thigh gap and the perfect, model-esque pussy only two doors down the hallway from mine.
Ever since then... I've been hooked.
If you'd like to hear more I can keep going. I don't really want to turn it into a story though, but that's just how I write.
I've always been a muscular and good-looking guy so I started to fool around with girls early on. I had plenty of little girlfriends and hook ups but when i'd be at home-- i'd begun to notice her sexually.
At football, other boys would always talk about wanting to fuck her and how she is a milf-- I'd push back and deny it, but in my mind I couldn't.
She didn't date for a while after my father-- it was just her and I, and she'd remind me of that often. I kept getting taller and stronger, no doubt because of the testosterone surging and being around cute cheerleaders during the day and my smokin' mom at night.
When I was 18 I had the option of moving out--- but I didn't and it began...
My mother was used to getting plenty of sexual attention her whole life-- but being single at the time, i'm sure she was frustrated at times (sexually) and missed the lust of an attractive man.
It all started when she walked out of the shower one evening to go to her bed room and only had on her bra and panties. The panties were these athletic fit, pink VS thong with a matching bra. I pretended to keep watching TV and not look as she began walking around the house, picking up laundry, dishes, etc.
Her tits weren't overly big, but she wore those little panties perfectly. She even walked up to me sitting on the couch to hand me a football shirt to pack for the next day of practice. As she did, I couldn't help but stare at her perfect little pussy lips accentuation her slit in the tight panties. I know she felt me staring and lusting after her but she remained calm and walked away seductively. As she walked away I couldn't help but touch my cock thinking about her thigh gap and the perfect, model-esque pussy only two doors down the hallway from mine.
Ever since then... I've been hooked.
If you'd like to hear more I can keep going. I don't really want to turn it into a story though, but that's just how I write.