Was she actually flirting with me?
What The Fuck? You see, I am an only child and my Dad had passed away when I was seven. Dad had been very successful in real estate and investments and left us just shy of being called rich. It had been mother and I ever since.
She is what I call radiant or regal beautiful; one of those women your mind screams at you either to worship or do naughty things to the moment you meet her. For comparison, I would have to say the closest would be that internet porn star Bryci, only mother’s a little older and a lot taller.
Unfortunately for all the horny people that cross her path, she rarely dates since dad’s death. And me being her son means I don’t even get to participate in the long list of the heartbroken. I have lusted after her since the morning I was up early quietly watching G.I Joe’s cartoon’s on her t.v in the corner of her bedroom floor since the main one in the front room wasn’t working at the time. She, not knowing I was there and not fully awake yet, had gotten up out of bed to go to the bathroom for her morning shower, naked.
She didn’t know, it but she was the inspiration for my first hard-on unfortunately I was to naive then to even know what to do about it. I have seen her try dating and socializing occasionally, but none of her would-be suitors ever make it past round one; she sends them packing with blue-balls the moment they try getting frisky…
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I just know my mind and raging teenage hormones are playing tricks on me.
I cleared my throat and put my glass of milk down. “OK mom….what are you offering?” I spoke without even thinking.
“What do you want?” she reply’s.
I laughed. “I don’t know. What can you give me that I don’t already have?” Mom hesitated and gave me a wicked little smile I had never seen before. There was an awkward moment of silence. Then we both started to laugh like crazy, trying to finish our dinner.
Fuck! I thought. All the times she had caught me spying on her, or just blatantly hypnotized at the jiggle of her inverted, heart shaped, flawless ass and large breasts. Yep, I knew it, she was just totally messing with me…
After dinner I told mom I was going to my ‘camp’ and would be out there all night making sure I hadn’t forgotten anything. I cleaned up my dishes in the kitchen and gave her a quick peck on the cheek and said goodnight.
Early this past year I had tried summoning up the courage to kiss her on the lips and succeed, only by way of ambush. She left a hand print across my face that lasted for two days. That was the only time in my life that she ever actually struck me, making it clear: mothers and sons don’t do that kind of thing. Ok, I admit it, jamming my tongue in her mouth got me what I deserved.
But hell, my first kiss scored me six months of mental masturbation material. So worth it…..
Later, I discovered the joys of her dirty panties in the laundry hamper. I’m sure she noticed but never said anything. I could tell she felt guilty about how that slap had taken place; the two weeks of avoidance and the ‘silent treatment’ I gave her in return probably had something to do with it.
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