My Dad was going away for the weekend with his buddies. They were heading to my Dad's hunting cabin. My parents had been fighting again. I knew they needed some space for a few days. I didn't understand why they fought all the time. My Mom might have been in her late forties but she had this hot body. I was nineteen and I would have fucked her as often as I could.
There were more than a few times I would stroke myself on my bed. My thoughts would be on my mother. I wanted to feel her big tits in both of my hands. I ended up blowing a few loads thinking about having my Mom. It was Friday morning and my Dad had left on his trip. Mom was in the kitchen making coffee. She had her bathrobe on. I walked up behind her and put my hand on her back.
"Scott, you scared me!" She said.
I could feel that she didn't have a bra on. I kept rubbing her back and then her shoulders.
"What are you doing?" She quizzed me.
I didn't reply but I put my arms around her waist. She tried pulling away but I found the belt on her robe and I got it loose. I think my Mom was totally shocked when I worked her bathrobe to the floor. I didn't waste any time. I freed my shorts with one hand and let them fall to the ground.
"Please Scott, stop this!"
There was no way I was stopping now. I began to rub my semi-hard cock up and down my Mom's crack. I could tell I was finally getting to her. I could swear she was pushing back against me. I reached for her tits and I cupped them with both hands. My mother was moaning by this time. I was grinding against her bottom. It was just a matter of minutes before the head of my cock found her opening.
I pushed into my Mom with one swift move.