Dropping to her knees, she tranced, and her eyes glaze over. I stare at her boobs in that mesh top. "Good girl. Now, take your top off and pinch those nipples. Such a good slut you are mom." I watch as she complies to my every whim and shudders. Kneeling before me, breasts out, pinching her nipples. I know that she's wet. "Now open that filthy mouth and suck."
I'm sorry, I'm getting ahead of myself here. I'll get back to that part, but first you have to know how I got to this point. You see, she's actually not my mom, not my biological mother anyway. She has raised me since I was very young. She and my dad got together and were very happily married. She was always nice to me and still cares for me deeply. We started to grow apart until my dad passed a few years ago. Working through it together has brought us closer, especially now that my mom is lonely.
I don't blame her either my dad was great! We'd play ball, go hiking and fishing, you know, all the normal guy stuff. Maybe he knew something was up, because he'd always tell me, "Son look after your mom if anything should ever happen to me." Then he'd wink, which I found really strange at the time. It's all making sense now, because of what he did, and how awesome my mom is.
My mom is now flirty with me. I think it's because I look like my dad. I don't really mind because she's kinda hot, in a mom sort of way. I'm pretty sure she wears clothes that show off her slender figure and underwear on purpose. She's always saying, "You look so much like your father, young and healthy," and then checks me out, squeezing my bicep as if testing my strength or comparing me to him.
My mom is short and petite, she is in great shape, as she works out and will often will go for runs with me. She looks great in a bikini, she knows it too and wears them all the time. Her C cup breasts are still perky and ugh! Her ass! It's one of those you see it and just wanna smack it as you pass by. Sometimes I let her jog in front of me just so I can watch it jiggle.
She's always doing her makeup and nails. She loves to go shopping and spend my dads money. She buys new, cute, sexy stuff all the time. Heels, dresses, tops, skirts, the works. I never really thought about her being a MILF though, until that day. The day that changed my life forever.
It was a normal Monday, in the late afternoon. The sun was shining in a cloudless sky and I'd just gotten home from my college classes. My mom was sitting in her lounge chair reading another one of those trashy romance novels. She was wearing a black tank top that was kinda see through, matching black leggings and was barefoot. Her bright, hot pink toenails matching her fingers, and her push up bra. If she stood up I bet she'd have a matching hot pink thong hugging that ass of hers.
She set a finger in her book and looked up at me smiling." How was your day sweetie? Want me to start dinner?"
I roll my eyes at the word sweetie, and look up at the clock. Seeing it's only a quarter past 4pm, I shake my head. "Nah it's okay mom you just finish your book." I lean over and give her a kiss on the cheek. "You look nice today as always." I pause a moment and sneak a glance down at her cleavage wondering if she noticed. "My day was alright. Long, and I have some homework to do. How was yours?" I reply, sitting next to her on the arm of the couch.
She kissed my cheek and giggled as she probably left a lipstick smudge on me. "Mine was a normal day. Cleaned the house, did laundry, had lunch, you've got a little something on your cheek there." she interrupts herself and points to the spot on my cheek. "And I sat out by the pool. Now I'm just reading some more. Oh. I was also going through the garage and going sorting some of your dad's old things. Would you mind throwing out the boxes? Some of them are too heavy for me to lift."
She lifts up her slender arm and flexes. She squeezes my arm "I don't have the muscles like you do" she says rubbing my bicep.
I wipe the lipstick smudge off on my arm and laugh with her. "Sure thing mom. Let me just put my stuff away and I'll get on that." I head to my room, tossing my bag down on my bed and go to the bathroom. I check myself out in the mirror and wash off the rest of the lipstick smudge. Looking at my arm that she had just touched. She does love my muscles. I think smiling at the thought. Maybe I should start wearing some more tank tops around the house. I shrug and head out to the garage, sneaking one more last peek at my mom's bra and cleavage as I pass.
Once I'm in the garage, I see the boxes she was talking about. It being my dad's old things, I flip open the first one to see if there's anything I want to keep. Seeing only some Knick Knacks and odds and ends, I decide to just toss it out. I pick it up and carry it outside and dump it into the trash can.
The second box had a few of his baseball cards which I pocketed. My dad loved baseball and had a decent collection of cards. I remember going to lots of games with him and I miss that. I've got the rest of them in my room so I'll just add these to the rest.
Fishing around some more, I notice an odd book. It's blue cover very bright and bold. I pick it up and read the title, "Brainwashing the perfect sex slave 101." Sex slave? Okay I'm intrigued, probably a bunch of nonsense though. Flipping it open, I notice some sticky notes in the front cover. I recognize my dad's chicken scratch anywhere. "I'm going to try this on Lonnie." One of them reads, and another reads, "By golly it works! She's so much fun!" The last one reads, "The 3 word phrase is amazing!" And it was underlined a few times with my dad's heavy scribbles.
Catching my eye was my mom's name. Her name is Lonnie. 'It works? 3 word phrase? Did my dad turn my mom into some sex robot? My thoughts run wild for a moment before I realize I'm standing there semi hard thinking about my mom. She is beautiful, but sex with her? couldn't. I put the book back in the box and carry it outside, throwing it out with the rest of the trash.
Heading back to my room I notice my mom in the kitchen. She's starting dinner and yep, Sure enough, she's wearing a pink thong. I stand there admiring her cute ass jiggling as she grabs a pot and some noodles. When she bends over to grab the strainer from the bottom cupboard I nearly lose it. Her ass looks so fucking good! Those leggings doing little to hide it being pressed up tight against the sheer fabric. My cock twitches and I look down. I'm now fully erect and pushing against my pants. Flushing red, I quickly turn, so my mom doesn't know and I run off to my room.
I take the cards out of my pocket and put them away with the rest in my closet. Sitting down at my desk, I grab my bag and start my homework. Time passes very slowly for me as I struggle to keep my thoughts off my mom's cleavage, her ass, and that book. The math homework looks more and more mind boggling and blurry the more I think about her.
It works? 3 word phrase? So much fun? The words keep repeating in my head. Tapping my pencil on my notebook, I make the decision to go back outside, fish the book out, and read it. Reading it can't hurt right?
My dad always said, "The more you know the smarter you are."
Yep, I'm going to take my dad's advice and read the book. I set my pencil down and head back outside. My mom humming and singing as she cooks. She does have such a soft sweet voice, she could calm any of those crazy Karen types with it. I smile again seeing her happy. She's always so cheerful and bubbly. That's when my eyes are drawn to her ass again. Fuck! That ass of hers, I just wanna grab it.
