A son makes a journey of discovery with his mother

“You need help,” I hear the voice of the one who has been torturing me for what seems like forever standing at the top of the stairs wearing the little black robe that I now know doesn’t have anything underneath it.

Either I’m going to finally make my move or I’ll just live the rest of my life cursing myself for being a fucking coward, what’s it goanna be Mikey I hear the voice in my head saying over and over again as my eyes feast on the long thin legs that I know now lead up to a bald pussy. There’s just no way when she came out of the bathroom tonight with her robe open that it was an accident, and even though she knew where my eyes were looking it was as if she didn’t even care. For too long now this bullshit that I’ve been struggling with about how I’m not supposed to think about spreading her legs and fucking her brains out just because she’s my mother doesn’t matter to me anymore. I want her, and I know dam well she wants me too.

I’m just so tired of pretending about how I feel about her, and all these games we’ve been playing with each other for the last couple of years have finally made me realize that either I do something about it or I’ll just have to let it go. I mean really how many mothers wear a robe so short that their asses are barely covered in front of their own son’s? And of course now I know that she doesn’t even wear anything under it either, and it’s like she begging me to make the first move with all the ways she lets me see that hot fucking body of hers barely covered. Even my friends think she’s a fox and openly refer to her simply as Root because she looks just like that skinny slut in the TV show Person of Interest.

Just looking at her now it’s so hard to believe she’s really over twice my age, and between her tight little ass and small tits I’d swear I’m looking at a college freshmen rather than a forty year old mother with a nineteen year old son. But this has been my burden from the time my dick started getting hard just watching her walk around the house in those old blue jeans acting so innocently as she teased me mercilessly until I finally had to go to my room and jerk off. The truth whether I like it or not is that she’s a dick teaser and the throbbing of my cock every time I look at her is only making it worse for the both of us.

“I think I had one beer too many,” is all I reply as I stumble hoping to lure her down where I can finally get my hands on her.

A son makes a journey of discovery with his mother

“At least you didn’t have to drive,” is all she says as she comes down so slowly letting me see each step she takes as the sight of her long legs just keeps reinforcing the pleas in my head that it’s either now or never.

This just can’t be happening to me, and as she helps lift me up and our bodies are intertwined in a way they’ve never been before I can’t help but notice that even the smell coming off of her is unlike anything I’ve ever noticed before. Jimmy told me that when he went parking with Susan Arnold the first few times it was the smell of her pussy still lingering in the car that made his mother have a near break down. Now he can’t go out on dates with her anymore in his mom’s car and is only allowed to take their old nasty Volvo. It’s gotta be her pussy that I’m picking up, and only a girl who wants to fuck smells like this.

Do it Mikey do it I hear the words playing in my head as I think of all the times she’s teased me lately, and as I frantically think of a way break through this barrier that exists between us it’s the feeling of my hand sliding underneath her robe that tells me somehow my own body has made the decision for me. Nothing but bare skin too, and the skinny slut isn’t even wearing any panties either. I’ve spent so many hours imagining what it would be like to feel just how tight her ass really is, and here I am lifting her robe up all while pretending to be drunk so I can finally see it for myself. What’s the worse that’s going to happen, and even if she slaps me at least I can say I had an excuse because I was drunk. But all I’m hearing now is rapid breathing as my hand just seems to be wandering all over her ass while she’s acting as though nothing is going on.

If only I could somehow slow the pace at which we’re taking each step, and as we’re finally reaching the top of the stairs I feel the panic inside me building because I just don’t want this moment to end. Do I rip her robe off and throw her on the floor and fuck her like I want to do, or do I simply say good night and go in my room and jerk off thinking about just how close to getting what I really wanted from her I actually came. Feeling her ass is a lot different than spreading her legs and sticking my cock inside her tight little snatch, and then what do I do about tomorrow when I have to face her knowing that I might have forced myself on her? The problem is that she’s just so fucking hot, and the thought of her wrapping those long legs around me as I’m bottoming out inside her is all I can think about now.

“C’mon, I’ll help you undress,” I hear her say as a part of me can’t believe what I just heard.

This just has to be every guys dream come true, and even though none of us will ever admit to it the fact is most of us want our mother’s to see us naked and with a hard-on too. But she’s seen me at least half a dozen times sitting at my computer looking at porn with my sweat pants bulging, and I know the real reason behind her teasing me for so long now is simply because she knows I have a big cock. I guess I was twelve or thirteen when I finally realized that it was a lot bigger than what is considered normal, and at first it frightened me because I knew I’d be teased mercilessly if anyone ever discovered how big it really is. But taking showers in the boys locker rooms in junior high and high school always presented a challenge because even limp it’s obvious that it was a lot bigger than the other kids. Luckily no one seemed to notice, and I suppose part of it might have been because whoever might say anything would probably be teased them for noticing it.

“Let me take your top off,” is all she says as the look on her face with her eyes appearing glazed over is one that I’ve never seen before.

I’ve dreamt of this moment for so long that the thought I might actually have a chance to be inside her just doesn’t seem real to me now. Maybe I’m still at Billy’s house passed out in a stupor, and tomorrow when I wake up swearing it all seemed so real I’ll have to accept that it just wasn’t meant to be. I mean how many guys have a mother who looks just like one of the models in Wow Girls? Nothing against any of my friend’s mom’s but they just seem as though they don’t care about how they look anymore, although Brian Kelly’s mom is pretty hot.

“If you wanted to feel my ass all you had to do was ask,” I suddenly hear her say as I feel her hands undoing the buckle on my belt.

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