“Michelle, what is wrong with you!” one the the girls screamed.
Immediately, I felt her grip on loosen as she unhooked her arms and legs and stepped back to the floor. She pulled me down to her to speak in my ear and said, “sorry, it was just getting good.” She then gave me a wet smacking kiss on the lips and walked over to her friends.
I felt so frustrated at the sudden loss, so I decided to take a break and just went to the bar to chat and drink some more. Time went on, and while I did dance with a few more girls, none of them would go further than a simple grinding match. My blue balls were staying for a while it seems. Most guys know that if they don’t have a girl, then it’s back to jerking off everyday until they get one. I was no exception and I looked forward to my jerk session, as I had a host of new material stored in my mind. As the night dragged on, the club eventually started to close. I lived a few blocks away so I only needed to walk home. If I had to drive, I would not have drank anything. The walk home was brisk and uneventful.
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I fiddled with my keys outside the door for a few seconds before entering the house. I went in stripping my jacket off and placing it on the coat hook behind the door before closing it. As I made my way into the house, I saw the flickering light from the television lighting up the living room. Once I rounded the corner, I could see my mom as she sat on the loveseat with her legs curled up to her right side and her slippers on the floor right under her. She had a slight snore that sounded like slightly heavy breathing. I took a quick glance at the TV to see what was on before I made my way to my room. I noticed it was just rolling through commercials. Not wanting to wait, I made my way to the hallway leading to the bedrooms.
Looking back at my mom one last time before exiting the room, I noticed her robe was sitting open. With any other person this would be no big deal, but for my mom, it was as I haven’t seen her cleavage in years. She doesn’t look a day over twenty-five, even though she is knocking on the door to forty at thirty-nine. Instead of a normal cloth belt, this robe had snap-on buttons lining the inside that had become weak from years of repeated use. The robe was nothing special. Just a faded red with multi-color flower patterns that were so dull from washing that you could barely see them. I stopped dead in my tracks while my eyes scanned the opening to see if I could get a glimpse of her big breasts. Now I don’t know if it was the alcohol giving me false courage or my true inner self coming forth, but I came up with the idea to try and get a peek and at the very most, get a little touch. As I came to the front of the loveseat I could hear her still snoring lightly so I knew she was still asleep. To test the waters, I called out the her.
“Mom, you fell asleep watching TV,” I whispered praying she wouldn’t respond.
Once I saw her show no response my cock immediately twitched as it knew the stage was clear. I hovered over her for about 30 seconds thinking on the best way to expose her breast without waking her. That’s when it hit me. The best perfume I have ever smelt poured into my nostrils. Maybe it’s because I was already turned on by her, but the smell was literally drawing me in. It smelled like an orgasm if that had a smell. My heart began beating so loud that I thought it would wake her. I started doubting if I could do it by frightening myself with images of her waking up, but my cock would have none of that wimpy talk as it surged to full throbbing stiffness. It was pissed from the missed opportunity at the club and would even have me use my mother if it meant getting off. Armed with liquid encouragement from the alcohol and burning lust, I made my first move.