I came home to find my mom laying naked in my bed. Everything over the past few months had been building to this moment. All the teasing, the touching, the hints, the looks, rubbing against each other, under the blankets on the couch, over the clothes; it has all led to me fucking my mom.
I am 18 years old and my mom has worked so hard to provide a life for me, and that included sacrificing a sex life. I always thought my mom hated sex because it caused an unplanned pregnancy, but I would soon find out how much she craved any kind of sexual attention.
We've always been close. I've never wanted for anything. That includes affection. We hug, she kisses me on the cheek, rubs my shoulders. I try to be understanding even though I feel too old to be kissed on the cheek. I can't lie and say I've never thought about my mom that way. Sometimes when you're ultra horny, you have to masturbate to something truly depraved. I personally think she's a beautiful woman. She has pale skin, long dark hair, a fat butt which looks amazing in scrubs. Her breasts sag a little, but they're big. I've seen my mom in her underwear and in a towel, but never nude. To be honest, I didn't often think about her in that way.
I can't name a specific inciting event which led to us devouring each other sexually. We always hugged, she always kissed me. Sometimes when she rubbed my shoulders she would hit just the right spot, and I'd get one of those tingly half-boners. I can't even say we got drunk together one night and started making out. It was a lot of little things.
I guess the first thing was me stealing her underwear to jerk off in. I never really thought of it as a big deal to be honest. It's not like I don't know tissues exist. It wasn't even really a turn on. It just feels amazing to jerk off into underwear. There's like a little extra friction but it's not rough. And I didn't do it all the time. After I was done I'd toss her underwear in the dirty clothes. I never thought for a second she'd investigate dirty laundry.
So my mom being the kind, understanding woman she is bought me an 8-pack of cotton panties and left it on my bed for me to find one day after school. Yeah it was a little embarrassing, but that doesn't mean I didn't use them.
Then there was one night she was invited to a hospital ball. It was like a charity fundraiser thing. She bought this black dress with no back. This dress is like seared into my mind. I remember her breasts were pushed up together for some amazing cleavage, but the thing that really did it was her panty-line. Her underwear was perfectly visible under the dress and I told her as much. Without a word she reached under her dress, removed her underwear, and then tossed them to me before she left for the night. And yes I did jerk off into her panties while they were still warm.
Then there was movie night. My mom's still in her thirties, but she's also tired a lot and really struggles to stay awake through a movie. I don't even remember what movie it was. It doesn't matter. We were sharing a blanket on the couch, and of course she fell asleep on me an hour in. Not unusual at all. Except her big boob was pressed against my elbow, and when I moved my arm, my hand came to rest on the inside of her thigh. I was instantly hard but too nervous to impose. It wasn't like we had established any kind of sexual interest with each other yet. Everything in the beginning was so tentative, and I hadn't really entertained the idea of fucking her yet.
At some point, she started giving me butt pats like when I scored well on a test. She would do it jokingly and say something like "good hustle, good hustle". That went on for awhile until I got the nerve to do it back. She had recently got a promotion at work, and after she hugged and kissed me, I gave her a firm smack on her fat butt and told her "good hustle, good hustle". That's when she gave me the look. It scared me in the moment because I thought maybe I had crossed a line. I was too naive to know at the time she was throwing me some "do me" eyes.
After working at the hospital for over a decade, my mom started getting upper back pain. To help with it, she bought this medicated roller. Of course I was there to help her apply it as she couldn't roll on her own back. Every night before work I'd come in her room, she'd remove her top then her bra, and I would roll the medication on. Seeing naked shoulders every night made me want to see the rest of her.
After a few weeks of this ritual, I slipped in a kiss on the back of her neck as if to make her feel better. Even under my lips, I could feel her muscles tense and relax. I knew I was getting to her. The rolling led to massages, at first sitting up, then straddling her as she laid face down in bed. She was dangerously close to feeling my erection as I sat on her butt. After one particular massage, she simply sat up and exposed her breasts to me without thinking. I said nothing. Her breasts were big and gorgeous, with bright pink nipples. I wanted to reach out and touch them so bad. After that particular massage I was forced to masturbate.
Then came the close calls. In the morning she started this habit of hugging me from behind in the kitchen. Each time her hands got dangerously close to resting on my junk. Just inches away. If I had to scoot around her in the hallway or the kitchen, I always made sure to face her so she she could feel my half chub pressed against her. This went on for sometime. The massages, movie night, the roller, the brushes with greatness.
"Do you have a crush on me?" she asked one fateful night. I was stunned, thinking this might be the night we finally consummate. I knew I had to be delicate.
"What do you mean?" I chuckled.
"I read that boy's develop crushes on their mothers. Was just wondering if that ever happened to you."