Note: This story is fictional, with only a small part directly inspired by real experiences. The sexual acts depicted in the story are entirely fabricated.
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Part One: Does It Look Okay?
"How does this look, babe?"
I glanced up from my book to see my mother standing across the living room in her new running outfit. She was just about to go for her daily five-mile run, and had her back to me, bent slightly forward at the waist.
"It's my new one, and it feels a little tight. Does it look okay?" She had her head turned, speaking to me over her left shoulder. Her hands were at the waistband of her skintight running pants, stretching the fabric even more tantalizingly over her tight, fit butt. Her years of running had crafted it into a thing of beauty.
"Oh, it looks... fine. It looks good. Yeah... it looks good." I was stumbling over my words and repeating myself, but I couldn't help it. This ass I had fantasized about for years was being presented to me, and my mother was asking me to tell her how she looked.
"Yeah? Thanks. It just feels a little off. Maybe it's the material. Anyway, I'm gonna go for my run. I'll be back in a bit and we can make some lunch." By this point she had turned around to face me, and I noticed for a split second that her eyes darted to the noticeable bulge in my gym shorts. She looked like she wanted to say something else, but quickly closed her mouth again and put in her earbuds. She gave me one more small wave, and turned to go out the front door. I watched her out the window as she started her run to make sure she wouldn't be coming back in the house. Her morning runs were my usual time to jerk off, and she had almost caught me with my pants down a few weeks before when she had come back inside minutes after she left because she had forgotten her water bottle.
Once I was sure she was well on her way, I dashed upstairs to my room and got ready to shower. My cock was still hard after the time spent admiring mom's ass, and I knew I had to get rid of this problem before she got back.
Part Two: After Mom's Run
"Hey babe, got a minute?"
My door had been open, but Mom knocked anyway out of courtesy.
"Sure. What's up?" I sat up on my bed from my reclined position, putting my phone down next to me. Mom sat down at the other end of the bed.
"About earlier... before my run. I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable. You know, looking at my pants like that? I should have just trusted my mirror."
"Oh no, Mom! It was no problem. I was just, um, really engaged in my reading and you surprised me. I didn't mind at all." After the last bit I smirked a little more than I had intended, and mom raised one eyebrow in a curious fashion.
"Oh? You horny boys have no shame, do you?" she said playfully. "As long as you weren't uncomfortable. Well, for too long I mean. I know you probably had to go deal with that issue in your pants afterwards." She smiled at me, giving me a look that I couldn't quite categorize.
"If I need to model anything in the future, I'll be sure to come to you. And between you and me," she said while scooting towards me on the bed, "it looks like you must keep Kayla
very
satisfied. Makes sense, based on what I've overheard." She broke eye contact with me to stare down at the once-again growing bulge in my pants, which was fueled by the fact that my sexy mother was not only complimenting the size of my dick, but also admitting that she had listened to my girlfriend and me fucking before in the house.
"Um... yeah, I guess so." I had never felt so nervous. "She um, she likes it I guess."
There was a long, uncomfortable silence. I could tell Mom was thinking hard about something. Then she just looked at me and smiled a soothing, motherly smile.
"Babe, I'm going to do something right now. Something new. Stop me when you feel uncomfortable." She reached forward, wrapping her hand around the bulge in my shorts. Her facial expression changed in an instant from nurturing and motherly to a look of confidence and control.
Gripping my cock forcefully, Mom leaned in close and kissed me firmly on the lips, slipping her tongue into my mouth. Breaking the kiss, she pulled away and looked at me with fire in her eyes, as if challenging me to stop what was going on. I had no intention of doing that.
"Take it out. Show it to me."
Mom's dominant tone was turning me on even more. Without wasting a moment I pulled down my shorts and boxers, exposing my cock to her. Mom gave it a few slow strokes, admiring the length, before she leaned forward and engulfed it in her mouth. She was able to take most of my cock in her mouth before gagging. She held me deep in her throat for a few seconds before coming up for air.
Stroking my cock, which was now sloppy with saliva after her oral ministrations, mom leaned in for another deep, incestuous kiss. She then pulled back and told me very matter-of-factly how this was going to go.
"You first load goes in my mouth. Your second load goes in my pussy. Your third load goes in my ass."
These were not suggestions. These were commands. And I was more than happy to comply.
Given the situation, my first orgasm came embarrassingly quickly. Mom only had to suck me for probably another minute or so before I shot the first of the three loads she had demanded from me. She swallowed gracefully and gave me a big, loving smile.
"Lay back. Let's start round two."
My erection had barely decreased in size after my first glorious orgasm of our impromptu fuck session. I had never been so turned on. That was fortunate, because Mom appeared to have no intention of giving me time to recover.