“Sure”, she said in that cute little voice of hers, “I can’t believe I spaced like that.”
As she turned to close the door, I took the opportunity to adjust my pants and hide my erection. I did my best penguin walk across to her side of the island, reached into the overhead cabinet, and pulled down two glasses. When I turned back, I was shocked to see my mother bending over… completely naked! Her sultry back was turned to me, her perfect ass in the air.
“Whoa”, I said as I narrowly avoided walking right into my own mother’s exposed butt, “I’m sorry, Mom! I-,I didn’t see-”
“I’m sorry, oh, damnit”, she said hastily, “The damn towel fell anyway.”
I crossed to the other side of the island and set the glasses down, nearly dropping them. My hands were shaking, and my cock was now at full attention.
“I didn’t see anything mom, I swear!”
“No, no, it’s okay. It was my fault. It’s okay, sweetie, really!”
She gave me that reassuring, angelic smile that had always given me comfort throughout my childhood. If her body made me want her as a young boy, it was her smile and her laugh that made me love her.
“Here,” I said as I poured her a glass of milk and set it down, my hand trembling.
“Thanks.” She took the glass and pressed it to her lips. I almost spilled milk on the counter as a poured my glass. She had such a graceful way of doing everything, even just drinking a glass of milk. Her fingers held the glass delicately, the way I always imagined the might hold my –
No!, I thought to myself. This is your own mother, dude! You’re not supposed to think that way about her!
She must have noticed me staring at her, because she smiled a little, which caused her to spill some milk down her chin. She giggled and hastily moved to wipe it away, but part of me wished she wouldn’t. You see, as the milk trickled down her neck, her chest, and between her breasts…I found myself cumming furiously in my pants.
She took a small corner of the towel near her breasts and wiped away the creamy dribble now forming a porcelain river between her gorgeous B-cups. Meanwhile, I could feel hot globs of cum working their way down my right leg and drying my cock to the inside of my boxers. I suddenly felt myself flush, and I could only imagine how red my face was. I don’t know why, but the sight of that cold, perfect white milk spilling between my mom’s warm caramel breasts just set me off like nothing ever had before. I was dizzy and all I could think about was getting out of there. Worst of all, despite the fact that I had just shot what felt like a gallon of cum, I was still painfully hard!
“Maybe you should get dressed mom,” I said shakily as I set my glass down and walked out of the room. I heard my mom saying something after me, but I couldn’t make out what it was. My heart was pounding in my ears, and all I could think about was getting upstairs and locking the door to my room.
I spent the next 45 minutes masturbating furiously. I jerked off a lot back then, but it had never been like this. The thought of my wet mom in nothing but a towel would have been hot enough to get me off plenty of times all by itself, but when I thought about that milk spilling down between her breasts, pooling sweetly in her cute little belly button and working its way down to what I could only imagine had to be the most wonderful vagina in existence, then down her legs and to those adorable feet…
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