There is no underage sex in my story.
Mom and dad split up five years ago, over his fooling around with other women. A few men have taken her out, but none of them lasted more than a few dates. My mom, Stella, is thirty-six years old, drop dead gorgeous blonde, long blonde hair down to the middle of her back, with gorgeous blue eyes, an athletic body topped with 36D tits, great legs and stands at five feet nine inches tall, and triangular big toes very sexy. Mom had me when she was eighteen years old, and she married dad soon after I was born. She was a spitting image of Charlize Theron.
I knew my mother was a vampire. I fantasized about making love to her for a long time. While I watched her sleeping in her bedroom every night closely, I discovered her fangs. I also noticed her mysterious and frequent night journeys, and the local news about people being bitten in their necks and their blood sucked by unknown, mysterious and attractive vampiress.
I had always thought of my mom in a sexual way. I would sneak peaks at her when she was dressing or bathing like all horny teenagers do when they get curious about the ultimate and most beautiful model of the female body: their mothers. Even when she went for a swim in our swimming pool I would find myself gazing at her wonderful body, the way her tiny bikini left nothing to the imagination.
My mom had her waist length blonde hair perfectly styled and up, which allowed her to show off the grape earrings she was wearing and I always liked them the most, they were my favorites.The grape earrings was 3" Long Artificial Soft Vinyl Grape Earrings, in the shape of bunches of light green grapes which dangle from textured gold tone grape leaves. Mom had also another grape earrings in the same shape exactly but the grapes in them were black.
As I got to the top of the stairs I saw the bathroom light was on as the door had been left open just enough for me to look in and stopped in my tracks. Mom was sitting on the edge of the bath shaving her pussy. I stood there with my mouth dropping to the floor, eyes bulging and a big bulge in my pants. I couldn't take my eyes off of her, I knew it was wrong but I just couldn't help myself. I unzipped my pants as quietly as I could and got my ten inch hard cock on out and started to stroke it. Mom parted her thighs to shave the few hairs she had around her pussy lips and I could see the pink of her outer lips, which made me pump my cock even harder.
As mom washed her pussy with her hand she caught her clit with her index finger and let out a small moan, "ahhh." I wanted to reach out and touch her, I wanted to her to take my cock in hand and jerk me off over her beautiful face, over her tits, god I just wanted to cum over and in her right here and now. Then suddenly I could feel my cum boil in my balls and move up the shaft of my dick and I watched in horror as my load shot in the bathroom door and caught her on the foot and calf and then over the floor. Mom shot a look at the bathroom door and caught me with my hand on my spurting dick. I darted from the door into my bedroom and locked my door. A few moments later mom was at my bedroom door knocking on it..
"Honey I think we need to talk."
"I'm sorry mom I didn't mean to watch you and do what I did."
"I'm not mad at you Tom, now open the door and lets talk about what happened."
A few seconds later click went the key on my bedroom door and mom opened it. I sat on my bed with the covers up to my waist looking at the floor and my face was beet red with embarrassment. Mom came in and sat on the bed beside me and told me to look her in the eye, which I reluctantly did.
"So how long have you been spying on me Tom?"
"I..em...err a few months now mom," I lied. I spied on her and fantasized about her for many years now.
"You know its wrong don't you Tom? Well don't you?"
'Mom, I want to touch your breasts.'
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He dropped the shirt and cupped both of his mom's breasts in his hands. Stella gasped in surprise. Without the shirt he could feel her hard nipples even better.
'Tom! Stop it!' Stella shouted but it only made him grab her tits tighter. Oh god, she thought. She loved it when a man squeezed her tits hard. 'Oh, Tom you shouldn't be doing that!'
But, mom, I want to. Here feel.' Tom removed one of his hands from her breasts and took one of her hands and placed it over the bulge in the crotch of his pants. He was rock hard – she could feel his hardness clearly. She gave a groan.
'Oh, Sweetie, stop it! You have no idea what you are doing to me!'
'Let me play with your tits, mom. Just let me do that please?' He said as he began squeezing them again.
She felt Tom's hand go inside her bra and lift one breast out of it cotton cup and he did the same with the other. He gently stroked her large breasts and pulled on her erect nipples, at the warm, pliable flesh and the hard, rosy buds puckered at the tip of each soft globe. Stella could not resist and she moaned and arched her back. He leant forward and began suckling one of her nipples, rolling his tongue around it. He did the same to her other one. His cock was throbbing and he wondered what was going on beneath his mom's shorts and underwear. He moved one of his hands to his mom's thigh and began inching his way up it. He was inside the leg of her shorts and could feel the tight elastic of her girdle when she suddenly broke away from him, stood up and ran upstairs.
Stella went into her room and sat on the bed with her head in her hands. What am I doing? she asked herself. But the memory of Tom's mouth on her nipples, sucking and pulling, brought a flood of wetness oozing from her pussy. Just then Tom came in and knelt in front of her and put his arms around her.
'Its ok, mom.' He said, 'We aren't doing anything wrong. You are beautiful; I can't help but want you. I am so horny for you, mom.' He unzipped his fly and pulled down his pants and boxers revealing his not unsubstantial erect manhood, 'Look what you have done to me!'
Stella stared with wide eyes at his blood engorged penis. It was so fucking much bigger than his father's and it was thicker, more ridged. She never saw a horse cock like that before in her entire life. Her son was a hung stud. He had a monster cock. It won't fit. It will rip her apart, split her in two. Oh, how her pussy ached to feel a man inside her again.
'Let me fuck you, mom!'
His words were like a slap in the face and she shook her head.
'No, Tom. I can't allow it!'.'Do something, mom! Look at me – I need your touch.'She could see how aroused he was; the fact that it was her that had caused it gave her a strange thrill.'Okay, Tom I will stroke you till you cum but that's all!'.'Okay, mom but let me see you naked – please let me see your pussy as I cum!'
Before Stella could answer, Tom had shrugged his clothes from his feet and pushed her back on the bed. She felt his hands at the fastening of her shorts and he pulled them off. Her tits were still exposed and Tom pulled the straps of her bra down to loosen them more. Then he began to pull at her panty girdle. It was tight and ungiving and he struggled to move it an inch. Stella had her eyes closed and was gripping the bed clothes tightly with both hands.
