Wow! My mom is one perverted little woman. I'll tell you about something that happened to me when I was 18 and still living at home. Mom was getting out of the shower and I could see her checking herself out with her towel around her breasts. The towel was only long enough to cover the upper half of her ass, and man, I took one look and just couldn't believe that ass belonged to my mom. My dick got hard after a few seconds. My hand gravitated toward it and I started stroking myself.
Just then, my mom turned and saw me. My heart froze and I (nonchalantly as possible) made like I was just passing by the door of the bathroom. I went to my room and locked the door. Man, I felt like an idiot. I waited about five minutes before I was sure she had gone downstairs so I could jerk off to the memory of my mom's sweet ass. I had just blown a huge load into a tissue when I heard a knock on my door.
"Aaron? You in there? Aaron?"
"FUCK!" I though as I ripped my pants off, threw my shirt on the floor and threw the tissue in the trash. I grabbed a towel and put around my waist. I might as well take a shower too.
"Uh, yeah, just a second, Mom!" I squeaked as I tried as hard as possible to ignore the fact I was about to talk to the person I had just imagined fucking.
I opened the door, and Mom was wearing a short dress and blouse that accentuated her body to the extreme. She's a former Broadway dancer and now teaches aerobics at a gym. She's got a better body at 40 than some girls do at 25. I asked her what I could do for her and she asked to come in my room. She sat on my bed and patted the mattress, motioning for me to sit too.
"Aaron, have you ever had sex?" she asked, without any hesitation or embarrassment.
"Uh..." I stammered. This was turning surreal so quickly I though I might be hallucinating, "Actually yeah, a couple of times. Why?"
"I just wanted to know if you were familiar with the body of a woman. I want to ask you a favour."
"A favour? What does that have to do with whether I've had sex or not?" I replied, wondering if Mom had the same thing on her mind as I did.
Mom looked down and stuttered and mumbled before looking back up into my eyes.
"If I asked you to fuck me, would you?" she said.
I couldn't believe it. My own mom, who was one of the nicest "milf"s I'd ever seen was asking me if I would fuck her. I didn't know how to respond.
"Uh, wouldn't that be illegal or something? I mean, I love you and all, but what would Dad say?" I was all for the idea, but my conscience had to addressed at least this much. I tried to sound as unconvincing as possible. My dick was like a rock behind the towel and my mom's glances down to my crotch made it clear she knew it too.
"That's just it. Your father doesn't like the things I do, and I wondered if you wanted to try some things that I'll bet you've never done" she said with a slight grin. "Besides, he'd never know. I certainly won't tell him. Would you?"
"Of course not." I replied. "So, what it is you want me to do?" I asked.
"I want to show you" Mom said back and proceeded to slide down off the bed and take the towel off me. My cock sprung up like a switchblade. My mom took it into her hand and started stroking it.