( All characters in this story are over 18 years old and entirely fictional. Any resemblance to any real person is coincidental.)
It was Halloween night, and I was shivering in a freezing, muddy puddle. I had unwittingly pulled a Halloween prank on our neighbor, just like I did every year, despite my mother forbidding it. Later when I hid behind the bushes and watched through the living room window my mother's face buried deep in our neighbor's crotch, I came to the painful realization that it was happening because of my stupidity.
The day started very differently. I was thrilled that I got to be home for Halloween. I woke early in the morning, greeted by the delightful scent of a freshly prepared breakfast. As I came down to the kitchen, I was presented with the view of mom's ass in tight white yoga pants. It was heavenly. I did not get any attention from the girls at college, so even though it was my mom, I could not help but get excited.
"Good Morning, honey," Mom said cheerily. "Breakfast is almost ready."
I sat down quickly. So mom wouldn't get a pick on my situation down there and said, "Thanks, Umma, I was looking forward to this."
"Ooh, did baby miss his Umma?" Mom cooed as she carried the food toward me.
I tried not to stare at her boobs, but the way they were dancing in her loose gym t-shirt, it was very hard not to.
She put the plate in front of me, leaned in, kissed me, and said, "Now, eat up, you better not waste anything."
I quickly started eating. She looks so hot when she acts as the typical, stern Asian mother, and it always makes me want to do anything to please her. I sometimes wonder if she knows she has this power over me.
"Why are you not eating? I asked, noticing that she was not joining me for breakfast. "I am on a diet," she replied, checking her watch. " And very late for work"
She gave me another smooch on the head and said, "I am going to get my bag, you finish up here."
I looked back to check her ass again as she went to her room. Her ass was big but years of yoga have shaped her body in a way that, it suited her. I felt my penis move as I watched her ass jiggle with every step she took.
My mom was a piece of art. She was 43 years old but looked 10 years younger than that. She was 5 feet tall and well-toned. She worked as a yoga instructor. Years of practice have given her the body of a much younger woman. What made her beautiful were her natural assets. Her shining eyes, her sharp face framed with dark black hair hypnotized people, and her perky breasts made them salivate. The last, and surely the best feature, was her ass, which made not only men but women lust after her. My friends always told me that she looked like the porn-star Saya Song but thicker.
When I was younger, it used to make me very uncomfortable when people stared at her in public. Especially when she would come to a school event and the boys would follow her around, sneakily rubbing themselves through their pants. Again my friends were there to make it worse. They would always talk about how hot she was compared to the other moms and what they would do to her if they got a chance to be with her. They would also make up stories about how big of a slut my mother was, like that, she was gang-banged by a group of homeless guys behind the bus stop, and she liked it, or that she sucked off our math teacher for my grade. It was all pure torture.
Eventually, though I started to sexualize her too. When she had to work late, I would imagine that she was doing it with the janitor of her studio. I had this fantasy where I would go to her studio to check on her, catching her in the act and then she would ask me to join in. These thoughts would get me so hard that I would play with myself till she came back.
My mom, though, was far away from being a slut. Over the years, I saw her go on a couple of dates, set up by her friends, but she never spent a single night with any of them. My mom was born in a small village far away from here in the land of morning calm. She got married when she turned 18, had me, got divorced when I was very young, and moved us to the US, so she is the only parent I ever knew and she spent all her energy taking care of me.
I always had this fear that one day she would leave me behind just like she did to my father. Which also strangely was a turn-on for me. I have had many wet dreams of her lying on strangers lap on some faraway island beach living her best life without me. I also had some darker dreams with awful scenarios of her being taken away from me that I prefer not to remember
Mom came back with her bag and sat down next to me. "Sweetheart, the thing you do every year, can you please not do it this year." She asked in a soft voice.
I knew what she was talking about. I have had this tradition of pranking our neighbor since I was in high school. Our neighbor, Ms. Donna Dyke, was the principal of my high school. She was a real tight ass, pure evil. She was a 6-foot tall, blonde-haired, blue-eyed bitch who took pleasure in making the students miserable. One Halloween, when I was going to hang out with my friends, I saw her car parked outside a store. I was dressed as a superhero called "THE WATCHER". Who punished evil wherever he saw them. Which made me feel like I had a duty to do so too.
