"Mom, where are you?" Dillan Marks called out to his mother. His very hot mother. He had just gotten home from school and he was in the mood to see his mother.
Dillan was 18 and built like a linebacker, big arms and a six pack that all the girls wanted to wrap her arms around. His blue eyes were clear and alluring while his dark hair flopped into his face.
"In here honey." His mom's melodic voice lured him into the kitchen. Dillan stood at six feet even and his mother a petite 5'7". She had wispy blonde hair and full pouty, pink lips. Her eyes were a mossy green and soft. She had porcelain skin that was void of blemishes. She had huge tits and a tight little ass that made her son hard.
She didn't know that of course. Dillan worshipped his mom and swore his dad to the fiery pits of hell when he left her.
"Hey mom." Dillan wrapped his mom in a warm and tight embrace while resisting the urge to dry humps her.
"Eck. I like mom sometimes but can't you call me Rachel, it makes your mum feel old." Dillan smiled and nodded.
"Okay Rachel."
"Thank you darling. How was your day at school?"
"It is Friday so it was fun because I knew I had a whole weekend to spend with you." Dillan picked up his mom and swung her around happily. She giggled and swatted his arm as he put her down.
"Don't you have somewhere to go with your friends or something, you really don't have to stay home with me, you know." She turned back to her cooking while chiding him lightly.
"But I want to stay home with you." He wrapped his arms around her torso from behind and pushed his hips into her ass and he heard an intake of breath.
"Well you don't have to. Anyway I think I'll head to bed, I'm a bit tired. The corn'll be ready in a minute. Then I'm hitting the hay." Dillan sighed, he knew she felt his cock against her ass, she just didn't want him. That thought made him cringe.
"Okay."
Dillan woke bright and early on Saturday morning and yawned before stretching his huge arms above his head. He hadn't slept well having to wake up several times in order to take a cold shower. The ideas of his mother being his cockslut were invading all his thoughts. He didn't know what he'd do if he didn't fuck her. And soon.
Dillan loped out of his room to be met with his mother exiting her bedroom with only lacey pink underwear on. She squealed when she saw him and bolted back into her bedroom. Dillan let out a deep chuckle and continued to the staircase.
The Marks' house was beautifully decorated and large. They had a spacious pool in their backyard, 3 bedrooms, a wide screen Plasma television and comfortable, expensive furniture.
Dillan's cell phone rang and it was Sandy, a girl he had been seeing for a while but their relationship never went past her giving him a monthly blowjob. She was a whore and probably loved girls more than him but that never bothered Dillan.
"What's up Sandy?" He answered.
"I'm coming over to hang out with you, and I'm not giving you a chance to say no. Bye!" The phone clicked. Dillan's plan to be alone with his mom the whole weekend was now thwarted. Thanks Sandy, Dillan though, venomously.
Fifteen minutes later the doorbell rang. Dillan opened it to be met with Sandy Marchetta a tall brunette with ice blue eyes and a nice body. She was definitely pretty but Dillan was more inclined to blondes. Blondes like his mother.
