Chapter 10
Stan's Mom
Stan said goodbye to Jack and went home, tired out from the evening fuckfest he wanted to go home have a hot shower and tear threw all of his dirty magazines to find the same add for the Spanish Fly, the concoction had worked so well he wanted to make sure he had an abundant supply available. The shower felt fantastic on his body, the hot spray relaxed all his muscles. The day for Stan couldn't have gone any better than it did. His thoughts drifted to the events of earlier in the evening and as he slowly toweled his young body he felt himself becoming erect again.
Putting on just a pair of loose boxers he headed to his kitchen to grab a drink before he took on the task of searching for the advertisement. He opened the fridge and was startled as he heard a voice call to him unexpectedly.
"Hey Hun, how was your day?" Stan's fifty two year old mother asked him. Margaret was a good looking lady; tuffs of grey streaked her jet black hair. She had been divorced from her husband for five years and gave up on the dating game a long time ago. Besides she didn't really need a man around the house, she had her handsome son Stan to take care of her and when she needed a little sexual release she would use one of her many toys.
As Stan turned around he noticed his mother was wearing one of her short summer dresses, a pastel yellow that was practically see through in the proper light. Despite himself he felt his penis starting to harden under his loose boxers. Stan had always had a thing for his mother, he thought his father was a complete and utter idiot for leaving such a beauty, how his father could have just left for some little bimbo was beyond Stan. He stared at her and took notice of the luscious curve of her hips. His eyes traveled lower to her ample backside, her ass initiated more stirrings from his thickening cock. Many a time Stan thought what it would be like to slide his shaft deep in that bodacious booty. When he jerked off he thought about his mom more often than not.
He quickly became embarrassed as his mom turned around, her gaze traveled to the obvious tent he was sporting. His mom diverted her eyes as she noticed the hard young bulge in her son's boxers, her intent look lasted longer than it should have. She took a deep breath; her mind praised the size of her son's tool. She couldn't help but feel warmth between her thighs, and she cursed herself for the sick feelings. "Jesus Margaret that is your son for heaven's sake," she thought to herself.
Chapter 11
Stan Gets Watched
Stan was confused for a brief second; he couldn't believe the gawking from his mother. He was sure her eyes were locked on his tenting boxers. He told her he had to do something and left quickly. The fire in his loins was turned up and he had to do something about it. As soon as he went into his room he dropped his underwear and flopped himself out on the bed. He took his hard cock and started to stroke it, his thoughts took him back to the kitchen. As he stroked he could see his beautiful mom in the light dress, her massive tits pushing out with the hard nipples straining against the soft fabric. He started moaning as he increased the pressure and speed of his masturbation. He imagined what his mom would look like naked, even though he tried to catch her in a state of undress he had never been able to see her completely naked. Up his shaft his hand traveled grabbing a drop of the clear sticky liquid that was beginning to leak from the tip of his purple head.
Margaret couldn't believe the state of her conflicted emotions and found herself uncontrollably moving toward her son's room. She was happy that Stan forgot to close his door all the way, so she took a quick peek. Her jaw dropped from the scene before her, Stan was lying on his back naked with his fist gripping tightly to his big throbbing young cock. Margaret's pussy responded in a wash of fluid, its hot stickiness dripped down the inside of her thighs. On trembling legs she continued to watch her handsome son stroke his cock. It was the first time in her life she had experienced and orgasm without touching herself or having someone touch her. She knew she should have left the room but something deep in her glued her in place. Without thinking she took her hand and started rubbing her soaked cunt. As Stan masturbated Margaret rubbed in time, soon she found she had three fingers driving in and out of her hungry snatch. Her breathing became labored and she drove her fingers deeper and faster.
Stan was so close to cumming and he pushed hard down on his cock as the ropes started flying from the end of his cock. "Oh God yes...I love you mom!" He moaned out loud.
Chapter 12
Mom's caught with her hands in the cookie jar
Margaret heard her son's moan and watched as his hot cum flew out of his thick cock. She lost all control and had the most intense orgasm of her life, her juices sprayed down her legs, the rush so fantastic she fell and landed on her ample ass.
Stan heard a loud thump outside his bedroom door and quickly wiped the cum off his chest. He threw his boxers on and went to see what caused the noise. He almost fainted when he opened the door and saw his mom on her ass with her hand stuck up her pussy. The huge puddle at her feet was extra evidence of what his mom had been doing and it caused another erection. He looked at her lustfully not knowing what to do next.
