It was my mothers 38th birthday in two weeks and I had been searching for a book she used to have from school, she had often told me about it. And one day she went into the loft to get it to show me. I had been showing an interest in poetry, which had surprised her greatly, me being Mr Macho and all that.
She called to me and I climbed the ladder. We hadn't been up there for years and had forgotten how much junk she and my dad had collected, but she couldn't find the book anywhere. We even stripped it nearly, we had a real clear out and lots of fun doing it, finding all sorts of forgotten things, photo's, school reports, letters, cards, boxes of this, boxes of that, there was tons of it.
But of the book there was no sign, my mom was so upset, she had had it since she was a child and it had helped her get her A's in English, and on top of that she was a true poetry lover. She described it to me, remembered the name of the author but wasn't sure of the spelling. So I made a mission to locate a copy and make it her up coming birthday present.
I started at my local library, the lady there did all she could she went through all the files, it took three days in all for her to come up a blank. To say I was surprised was underestimating my disappointment. She gave me a few trails to follow so I spent time on my PC I ended up trailing right around the world looking for it, it just seemed to have disappeared, dropped off the edge of the world for some reason.
I was beginning to despair, my beautiful mother wasn't going to get the gift I knew that would delight and please her immensely. Let me tell you about her, and me if it comes to that. She is Angela Morris, 38 in two weeks and I love her with all my heart, and yes I would if I could. I'm 18 for fucks sake, but she's my mother okay!
She is about 5ft 3" tall soft brown hair, that still looks good even for an aged woman like her. Gorgeous face, lovely big brown eyes, nice lips that always feel soft and cool when she kisses my cheeks. She has a great body from what I've seen of it and taken notice of, since I found out my prick wasn't just for pissing out of.
Me? I Alexander, or better known as Sandy, don't ask me how. I turned 18 just two months ago and yes I am like a lot, or most guys my age. I have a older woman thing, especially since I have an older woman who is beautiful and living in the same house as me. She knows my secret and smiles at me in that knowing way that a woman has when she is under scrutiny from a man, or should I say a boy with hormones coming out of his ears.
So I was always gently put in my place and no harm done, it actually made me love her more knowing she knew and understood. I would jack off because of her and Frank's mother too, he's my best pal and we both have the same fixation, we would both love to fuck our mothers, but he doesn't know I would like to fuck his too.
Like I said, I am Sandy, 18 years old, 6ft tall, not bad looking, have girlfriends so I know I'm okay in that department, it's the same with Frank, we hunt together and go solo too. I'm worldly wise, know all there is to know about women and have them hanging of my shirt tails, like fuck I do! But I have had sex a few times so I do know a little about girls, but I wanted to fuck a woman, a real woman. My mother! Oh and Frank's too if I ever got the chance.
We are the same size more or less, have the same kind of interests and get on great, we both have other friends but we tag along together mostly. We have discussed the possibility of seducing and fucking our mothers, but in reality we both know there's little chance of it happening, but I think I am closest to it simply by virtue of the way mine reacts to my subtle advances.
I am certain it has crossed her mind, even though that's as far as it has probably gone. You know what I mean, 'I wonder what it would be like to do it with him,' those kinds of thoughts, 'how I would feel inside of me?' that kind of thinking.
But it's the final step that gets in the way as far as I'm concerned, I haven't got the nous how to get past her natural defences to seduce her, so I'm reduced to jacking off about her, and sometimes Frank's mother. Let me tell you about her.
She is Anna or Mrs Welling to me, but sometimes I get cheeky and call her Anna when no one is in ear shot. If the truth was to be known she is probably a little more attractive than my mother probably due to the fact that she is around 4" taller, she has the walk. She looks terrific when she is striding it out, all swaying and graceful movements. Long dirty blond hair, that she likes to wear down most of the time, similar figure to my moms, but her lips are the part about her that gets to me. I have imagined them wrapped around my hard cock lots of times, making me cum all the way down her throat. What a wonderful thought.
They have been friends a long time and went through senior school together as best friends. Frank and I have carried on the tradition. We live in the same road; our houses are similar, big detached things, private gardens and the rest of it. My dad and Frank's both work in the same bank and are at or about the same level, both in high paying jobs, which for me and Frank it's happy days all the way.
So anyway I had come to a dead end in the searching for the book that my mother couldn't find, she had said it was like new, it was so valuable to her personally that she had always kept it covered. Never creased a corner, never bent it back. I had actually started to think that if I could find it or a new one it might do me a power of good in the shagging stakes with her.
But what could I do, I had no more ideas, I was at a loss. It was now Saturday morning and I made my way out of the house telling mom I was going to Frank's. As I left my front door and got on the street I saw Frank and his dad just driving away in the opposite direction, I stopped, then thought fuck it I might as well go now and do a bit of ogling at his mother. She also knew I had the hots for her, and Frank had told me she knew he had the hots for her too. I often wondered if our mothers compared notes!
I knocked on their back door and she opened it. She looked fucking gorgeous; she was wearing a white flower patterned dress that finished about two or three inches above her very shapely knees. There was no collar, just nice cleavage, sleeveless that opined her smooth bare arms down to her lovely painted finger nails. Her hair was down and swaying around her shoulders. I got an almost instant hard on.
She said, "Hi, come in Sandy, Frank and his dad have gone into town and won't be back until this afternoon I think."
"Yes I saw them as I was walking here, but decided to come anyway because I want to ask you something Mrs Welling, er Anna," I said cheekily. She smiled at me and asked me what it was I wanted.
'What I want Anna is to fuck you rotten!' But I only said that in my head.
"You and mom used to do poetry reading lots of years ago didn't you?" I asked her.
"Yes we even went to classes to learn about it, why do you ask?"
"Well," I began, "you know it's her birthday next week don't you."
"Yes Sandy I do know that."
"Well, I am trying to find a book of sonnets that she had when she was a lot younger, and has now lost. I want to make a present of it for her. I've searched right around the world on the net and got no where."
"What do they call it, do you know?" she said.
"She told me, but she was unsure of the authors name after all this time. She said was called 'Sonnets' by Peter Graves."
"Ah," she said, "I know the one you mean." I brightened at this revelation.
"But it's not by Peter Graves, it's by Peter James."
"Oh that's brilliant; I might be able to find a copy of it for her now." I said somewhat happily.
"You don't need to do that," she smiled ta me.
"But why not?" I replied.
"Because dopey, I have Angela's book right here in my bookcase in the sitting room."
"You haven't!" I said incredulously.
"I have, I have had it for the last 7 years, she has obviously forgotten she loaned it to me, and until now, I had forgotten I had it too."
"Oh Jesus H bloody Christ," I exclaimed, putting my hand over my mouth to try and stop the words coming out of it.
"Sorry about that," I mumbled.
"It's okay, I understand," she smiled at me again; I could have kissed her right there, and fucked her as well!
"Where is it Anna, can I see it please?"
"Of course you can, come on follow me," she told me.
She led me into their sitting room that, on one wall had an ornate bookcase, it was about 4 or 5 ft wide, and 4 or 5ft high with 6 carved and glass doors that were always locked. It was stacked with books, it is very old, worth a lot of money, and no one but her was allowed in it.
She knelt down and I followed suit, she unlocked one of the doors and pulled out a book. And there it was my mother's precious lost book, the very original. I was sure I would earn more than brownie points now. But I would wait to give it to her when there was only I and she in the house, clear field etc hey?
I was staring at the book in awe, this could be the gateway into my moms personal heaven, my prick stood back up at the thought, it never took much for me to get a hard on anyway. I almost gushed my thanks to Anna.
I shuffled to her as we were still on our knees; we were knee to knee almost. I put my arms around her, give her a huge hug, leaned off a little bit and kissed her on the lips, it wasn't a full kiss, more of a long peck.
Realising that the moment had got the better of me and what I had done, I stammered an apology.
"That's okay, but is that the best you can do?" she said softly, "a tiny little kiss like that, no wonder you struggle with the girls." And she giggled.
"I can do a ton better than that," I said with a trace of indignation in my voice, was she questioning my male virility?
