Dinner that night was sort of awkward. We didn’t talk much, just watching TV and eating. I didn’t have a shirt on as usual, but I noticed my mother giving me weird glances, almost like lust. I shook my head. What was I thinking? That my own mother, a strict and God loving woman, would possibly want her own son? Disgusting.
Later that night I was sitting in my basement throwing a couple beers back. I was a little tipsy I guess, but I had to piss really bad, and quickly ran into the bathroom, not even noticing the shower was on. I looked up- and saw my mother completely naked about to get into the shower. Our eyes locked and widened and the same time.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry, Mom,” I muttered, at the same time running my eyes down her whole body, those perky tits, the small bush above her pussy.
“Get out!” Mom screamed, and I quickly closed the door. I went back to the basement and jerked off right away, cumming in about a minute. I couldn’t believe what I’d just seen. And was I imagining things, or had my mother actually posed a little bit as she saw me run my eyes down her body. It couldn’t be. It had to be the alcohol talking I guess. I tried to watch some sports and forget about it, but in a couple minutes I heard the shower go off, and suddenly the basement door opened. My mother appeared, wearing nothing but a towel. I could feel my face blushing with embarrassment as my mom came over with a stern look on her face. Then her face softened.
“I’m sorry for yelling, hunny,” she said.
“It’s my fault, Mom. I should have knocked or something.”
“I’ve just been so stressed lately with you leaving and everything.” Suddenly she came over and threw her arms around me, starting to cry. “Just don’t forget about me, ok?” she whispered.
I had a raging boner at this point. There my mom was, in just a towel, her hair wet, with a scent of baby powder on her as well. I don’t even know what happened next, but before I knew it, I grabbed my mother and kissed her passionately on the lips…and my mom didn’t pull away! My mind was racing. Was this really happening? Me and my mother were making out on the couch! I became bolder and let my instincts take over. I gently moved down and started kissing my mother’s neck, and I heard a slight moan. Then suddenly she gasped and pulled away.
“Oh, my god! What are we doing?” she exclaimed, her towel slipping, exposing a nipple again.
I was paralyzed. “Uh, I don’t know…I’m drunk…I wasn’t thinking…”
“This is wrong!” My mother was unsure what to do next, run away or cry, or both.
My brain snapped back into action. I didn’t care. I saw the look in my mother’s eyes. The same look at dinner. She didn’t want it to end.
“Fuck it,” I muttered, and grabbed my mom again. I was right. She didn’t try to pull away this time. Her towel fell away, and she crawled her wet, naked body on top of me. It was really happening. All the dreams and jerking off and longing had come down to this moment. It was all or nothing.
I had never been this turned on in my life. My mom and I began kissing hardcore, as I slipped my tongue into her mouth. My hands reached down and grabbed her naked ass, and I squeezed. I started kissing her neck and down to her breasts. She gasped in pleasure. “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she whispered as she yanked my hair. There was no time for words, only action.
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