As a teenager my friends had always complimented me for having such a beautiful mom. I guess you could say they couldn’t help it because my mom was amazing. Listening to my friends talk about her made me realize that my thoughts of her had changed. I didn’t look at her as just my mom but an object of fantasy. My mother, Danielle, was young for my age because she had me when she was a teen. Her perfect complexion showed her youth and she had silky brown hair down to her shoulders with hazel eyes that would glisten through her eyeglasses she wore. Standing at about 5’7’‘ with 32 C Cups and only weighing a mere 118 pounds and the most round and firm ass gave her the most perfect body I could envision. She could have been mistaken for my older sister if you saw her. We lived together in a house in a peaceful suburb in Southern California. My mother’s occupation was a receptionist at a female doctors office.
I was a young man that stood 5’8’‘ with a muscular build and a same color hair and skin tone as my mother had. I had brown eyes though and weighed only 140 lbs. Working out and going for long runs keep my mind and energy away from my guilty thoughts. But I could only suppress those uncontrollable fantasies for a short time. I looked at naughty magazines but would realize that my mother look as good or sometimes even better then the models posing in the pictures. Always I would find myself in the shower masturbating to the nude images of my mother and situations that my imagination could provide. I loved being around her and sharing time together because she didn’t have a boyfriend even though she could most likely get any man she wanted, but she chose to stay single, nevertheless. I would wonder sometimes if she every thought of me in the same light as I thought of her. I knew that society says that my thoughts are wrong but I cannot stop the urges and didn’t care. I precluded that I was going to test the boundaries of right and wrong and see what I could do to further my aspirations for my mother.
Early one Saturday morning, I arose and went down for breakfast. I made my usual toast and orange juice as I watched the news. My mother came trudging down the stairs into the kitchen in a white tank top and gray pajama shorts. Her clothes were tightly bound to her and her beautiful breasts looked so firm and her legs so smooth. I began to notice my penis growing in my shorts as she bent over to get the milk out of the frig exposing the bottom of her cheeks. She started to pour herself a bowl of cereal and said, ‘‘Good morning! Do you have any plans today?’‘ I replied, ‘‘I might go out with some friends later.’‘ ‘‘Ok, but if you want we can go swimming and then rent some movies and order in,” she replied cheerfully. ‘‘Alright, I will see what I can do,’‘ I responded. Knowing full well that I was going to spend the day with her instead of friends. My boner only arose more thinking of how the day would go. I tried to adjust it in my shorts but it just bulged out. My mom came and sat right next to me. She looked so good that precum started to ooze from my scrotum. I could feel my wet head against my stomach concealed under my shirt but the bulge was noticeable. I waited until it was down and then told her that I would stay.
I did not want to swim so she went anyway and I watched from my bedroom window my mother in her pink two-piece bikini, wet and shimmering in the sun. I couldn’t help but pull out my cock and stroke it as she lay on her stomach with her ass facing me. I wanted to fuck my mom so bad. But first I wanted to see her naked.