A mother and son bond over, and in, their favorite beverage, It was the summer after my 18th birthday. I had just returned home one afternoon after a quick run to the grocery store. I went to pick up some milk to get the family through the rest of the week. I have twin sisters, and between us kids and my parents, we go through things like milk and juice fast. I made sure to pick up a lot, just to be sure.
When I walked into the kitchen, I found my mom standing bent over with her face in the fridge. Normally I would just say “Hi” and keep walking, but I noticed that she was clothed in nothing but a small white bath towel. I could tell she had just gotten out of the shower. Her smooth, shapely tan legs were beaded with drops of water, and there was a small pool around her beautiful little feet.
I felt myself get hard immediately upon seeing her. I had kept my fascination with my mother’s body a secret since I had first noticed it around age eleven. I usually managed to keep it under control, but her wet body was causing the towel to cling to her cute, petite ass, and I got the feeling that my pants had just shrunk two sizes.
I tried to make casual conversation.
“What’cha doin’, mom?” I asked, setting the crate of milk bottles on the kitchen island.
“Oh”, she said, suddenly rising from the fridge, her silky black hair clinging to her neck and shoulders, “I didn’t hear you come in, sweetie. I thought you might have gone to the movies with everyone else. I was just looking for something to drink. I took a really hot shower and got thirsty. What’ve you got there, darling?” Besides a raging hard-on?, I thought as I watched this wonderful, wet goddess shift her weight to one foot and arch the other one adorably against the side of the fridge. Damnit, that’s your mom! Stop thinking about it!
Those graceful wet feet slipped across the kitchen floor as she abandoned the fridge and approached the island.
“Just some milk,” I replied, hastily swallowing the nervous lump that had formed in my throat. I worried that she might see my erection, so I stepped closer to the counter, leaning against it.
“Wow, you got a lot! Good; we go through stuff like that too damn fast in this house. You know, I think I’d like a glass. How about you?”
“Um, sure, mom.”
We stood in silence for a moment until my mom suddenly giggled. I loved her cute school girl giggle. It was amazing that a 38 year old woman could still sound 16.
“Well”, she laughed, “Aren’t you going to get us some glasses?”
“Oh”, I said, coming to, “Um…you’re closer to the counter, right?”
“Yeeeeees”, she said coyly, “But a handsome young man should be polite and get his mother a glass, no? I mean, I’m practically naked, and the only things holding this towel up are my hand and these.” She playfully heaved her chest up a bit, hinting to me that the towel was sure to come off if she had to remove her hand to grab two glasses.
“Oh, right, sorry”, I awkwardly blurted out. “Um, okay, but could you close the fridge door while I get them? You know stuff like that bothers me.”
“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…
The thought of licking that milk off her wet body got me off four times in 45 minutes, a record for me! At last I was spent and fell asleep with one of my t-shirts still wrapped around my cock.
When I woke up it was dark, and I could hear my dad and sisters pulling into the drive way. I decided to take a shower, and jerked off a couple of times in there, as well. I felt so disgusted with myself, but all I could think about was my mom gasping and writhing as I used my tongue to tickle her belly button while I lapped milk out of it. I hated my dad for having the wonderful privilege of being able to make love to my mother any time he wanted, especially since I had overheard my mother asking him several times why they weren’t having sex much anymore.
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