The first time I thought about my mom in a sexual light was when I caught my friend trying to sneak pics of my mom. It just amused me until I went through his phone. I was scrolling through his WhatsApp when I suddenly saw my mom’s face. Whaat? To my shock, there was group with a photo of my mom as the group pic. And the group was filled with my friends discussing how hot my mom is and how they want to fuck her and creepshots. It was freaking hot and I got an instant guilty boner! I was freaking angry with them but that kicked off my obsession with my mom.
So my mom is a cyclist with a tight athletic body. She always wears tight Tshirts and pants or jeans. Now that I think about it, my friends always seemed to hog around her at school events and stuff. She had really sexy shoulder length hair, usually in a bun but oh it never used to stay up so, she was always fussing with her hair, letting it down, putting it up and what not, it was always tantalizing to watch.
So, on that fateful day, we were traveling to some family thing in a rural town. Don’t ask my why. And also don’t ask me why of all possible options we were taking the bus. I hated it there. The townfolk always seemed to be ogling her and she never made any effort to cover up. My brain had a thing where whenever I was with my mom in public it jumped to scenarios of her getting fucked in random places. The same was going on at the station. She was as usual fidgety, stretching, playing with her hair, sighing in boredom. Did she even have any idea what a show she was putting on or did she just not care? Right from a group of teenagers to a couple of old men were busy taking glances at her.
But what was particularly disturbing me was a group of young guys who were being quite unabashed with their ogling. They looked like locals on their way back home and were being quiete ribald. They had wandered close to us and were passing thinly veiled comments about her. Oh what wouldn’t I give to see the lot of them having their way with her. Soon the bus arrived and people clamored to get in. When we finally got in, there was no seat for two left. The only two seats left were next to two of the earlier guys. We requested them to shift but they were quite adamant and rudely refused. My mom was forced to sit with one of them while I sat on the next set of seats.
They spent little time in starting to harass us. The one sitting with me struck a conversation with me talking about, guess what my mom. While the one in the lucky seat kept bending across her to talk to his mates. And of course looking down while doing so to stare at her cleavage. She was of course uncomfortable but what could she do? The bus was full of men and she didn’t want to create a scene. He kept crashing into her on bumps and grabbing her to steady himself. I was of course angry at what was going on but was also starting to get a hard on.
With no other option she curled to her side exposing as little of her as possible. Sadly the guy also seemed to settle down and she drifted to sleep. Soon though the guy next to me asked to shift seats and now my sleeping mom was between the two of them. I knew something was going down but scared and guiltily not wanting to miss anything, I pretended to sleep. The two of them took pics, posing with her. I had no idea whether they knew I was asleep or they simply didn’t care. Whatever it was, soon the guy slowly felt up her ass while the other took close ups of her cleavage. The others with them were enjoying it, peering up from their seats.
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