It was winter break and I was back home from university for 2 weeks.
And I was bored as fuck. My buddies scored school trips overseas, my fwb ex-high school gf, Jenny, was skiing with her new bf, so that left me home alone with the fam. And what a thrill that was. My dad was a college professor at a local community college, so he decided to stay on campus to catch up grading papers, my slutty hyper sister, Taylor, was with her bf, Trip, probably boning away somewhere. So where did that leave me?
A 19 year old guy home alone with a sick mother.
My mom is normally loud and shrill, barking orders throughout the house. She's a big, voluptuous woman - if you've ever seen Katy Mixon on AMERICAN HOUSEWIFE or MIKE AND MOLLY, you know what I mean - sort of a hotter version of Melissa McCarthy - at least that's what my dad says.
Unfortunately, my mom got the flu real bad so she was in bed sounding like an elephant trumpeting her nose as she went through tissues, drank gallons of orange juice, and was in a general murmuring haze thanks to her flu meds that made her drowsy. "Fuck the dayquil, Greg! Just give me the nyquil" she screamed at dad.
And even in her drugged state, she still managed to find time to yell at me. "Oliver! Don't sit around your break doing nothing! You can help too! Run the washer! Turn on the dishwasher! Run the vacuum cleaner downstairs! Get your feet off the couch and put on some socks!" She had this thing about feet - she absolutely hated dirty socks and she hated dirty bare feet running around the house. Since I was the only one in the family who ran around with dirty socks or bare feet, I was the usual target of her nagging.
"Yes, mom," I grumbled and retreated to my room. I waited for her to fall asleep before I closed my bedroom door to play video games or jack off into my cum sock.
One morning, my dad gave me some pills as he headed out to campus. "Oliver, these are ambien. Give these to your mom - she was tossing and turning all night. Don't mix them with dayquil. Just these alone, got it?"
"Yeah, sure." I looked at the pills in my hand. Great, I was now looking after my sick mom. What kind of vacation was this?
Around 10am, I went upstairs, down the hall, and knocked on my parents' bedroom door. I heard a grumbling, "WHAT?" from my mother.
I opened the door and was hit by the smell of menthol in the room. My mom looked like a deranged woman, her dark brown hair messed up all over the place, her night gown disheveled that a boob threatened to pop out. The only thing she kept up were her nails which were bright red and sharp.
"Hey, mom. Dad gave me these pills to help you sleep."
"Give them to me, Oliver!" She held her hand out, took a pill, and gulped it down with some OJ.
I looked at her nightstand where she had bits and pieces of foil packages of her flu medicine. The place looked like a disaster area which was already a shock since my mom was normally a neat freak.
To my surprise, I heard a long snore from my mom. Those meds worked fast! I looked at her, uncharacteristically quiet, so I tried to pull the blankets up over her chest. Then I tried to pull up her nightgown to cover that free boob, but with a jiggle, it popped out instead. Fuck. How was this going to look if dad walked into the room to see her with her melon hanging out? I tried again to push it back in and was annoyed at how big and doughy she felt to my hand.
I shook myself and decided the only other approach was to hike up the sides of her nightgown to loosen it up over her tit. I rolled her blanket back down and reached under her armpits to shimmy the gown up. For fucks sake, the other tit popped out. How the hell did she put that on?
I was astonished at how beautiful my mom's tits were. My dad was a lucky man. Full, naturals, lightly freckled - I had never noticed that before. Not like the girls at school - mostly small tits. I don't know what came over me but I leaned over and kissed one. I almost jumped back when she shifted in the bed and smiled in her sleep. Emboldened by her reaction and the drug's effectiveness, I leaned in and kissed the other one. Again, my mom smiled and shifted in the bed, almost luxuriously like she was having a great dream.
I sat on the edge of her bed, breathing quietly, listening to her deep breathing and the occasional cough. Then once again, I leaned over to kiss her tits, but I decided to kiss and suckled on her large nipples. I wondered if I had been breast fed. Whatever, they were insanely sweet to my lips and I was lightly chewing them with my tongue and lips. She reacted to every touch, smiling and murmuring. She reached down and pulled up her nightgown and to my horror and delight, I saw my mother's bush.
I don't know what hit me more - sort of a disgust that OMG, my mom had a little trimmed bush that I could now see. Or a thrill that OMG, my mom had a little trimmed bush that I could now see. I was curious, excited, so I looked closely at it, sniffing the air and surprised that she smelled almost like wet cut grass, something veggie. I know my mom loved soaps and perfumes and exotic body washes - she smelled much nicer than Jenny or the other girls I knew at school who used heavy perfumes that only covered their dankness.
I moved her meaty thighs apart for a look at her lips - the vaginal opening I traveled down 19 years ago. She was slowly raising her pelvis as if her pussy needed to breathe. Fascinated and slowly, I touched her with my index finger.
Her reaction was immediate. She slapped her thighs together, catching my hand in between, and moaned softly. I thought she said my dad's name, "Greg" or maybe she was just growling, "Grrrr" like a lioness in heat. I tried to pull my hand out from between her thighs, but she tightened her grip and growled, her body undulating. OMG, she was acting as if my hand was a dick in between her legs!
I don't know why, but I was electrified feeling my hand between her thighs, watching her, listening to my mom moan and groan. I gently eased my hand out. Thankfully, she remained asleep, though she was still twisting and turning sensually. If she opened her eyes right now, she'd wonder why her tits were hanging out, her nightgown was hiked up to her hips and I was standing beside her bed with a boner bulge bouncing in my sweatpants.
I sat by her again. Then, I boldly pulled my erection out. I was squeezing myself when something occurred to me. I reached for my mother's hand and encircled her fingers around my firm 6 inches. Like when I touched her thighs, she began to moan. I smiled as she moaned "Greg" and squeezed my boner so tightly, the veins protruded and the head deepened into a purple color.
"Mmmmm, Greg, Greg, yes, mmmmm, mommy wants. Mommy wants."
I sat there enjoying her gripping hand, just watching her body shift and stir as she held my boner that was getting slick with beads of precum. I couldn't take it anymore. I pushed her hand away, jumped up and stripped off my t-shirt, sweats, and socks. I stood in front of her bed naked, my hardon twitching until it tapped against my belly. Then I got onto her bed, knelt between her legs and eagerly climbed aboard.
Since my mom was used to my hairy 200 lbs dad, she must have wondered what a skinny and smooth 130 lb guy was doing, clambering over her. I lowered my body slowly, carefully, not wanting to wake her up. I was soon committed. The flu had made my mother feverish, her soft body was hot against my skin. I felt my erection against her bush. I reached down and rubbed my dickhead against my mother's lips. She moaned and rolled like a waiting volcano. Then I pushed in, my erection surging into her wet opening. I was not surprised she was looser than the girls I had fucked. Of course my mom didn't have a tight teenage bod - she was, after all, a middle aged mom. But the sensation was incredible as I horned into the tunnel that had given birth to me. I pushed myself in to the hilt and felt her wet bush and the flop of my balls between us. I started pulling out and in, but she moaned and squeezed, her hands and arms stroking my chest, my back, her soft body was warm and inviting. Her plump thighs rose up to embrace me. Then I felt it, her vagina walls tightening and releasing me, like the grip of a hand on my swollen organ.
"Mmmmm, Greg, that's right. That's right. Heels to Jesus! Momma's going heels to Jesus!" She arched her back as her hungry vagina suctioned my tender young dick. I fought to find a rhythm though I was so excited, I felt I would cum in just a few strokes. It was like going down a water slide, I thought to myself as I found my thrusts making squishy sounds as I slid in and out of my mother. I felt her hands claw at my ass and I swear I was really close to cumming.
"Grrrrrrrreg! Yes, you're so tight and firm baby!" My mom felt me up.
"Oh god," I moaned. My back arched as I leaned in to suck on my mother's big tits. Her fever-wracked body was hot to my touch. I felt like I was fucking a lioness because I had read that a cat's body temperature was hotter than humans. And like cat claws, my mom's nails raked my back and the curve of my ass. Then she raked my abs and chest.
"Grrrr, so tight and horny, baby! you've been working out?"
I looked at her face and she still had her eyes closed, but her lips were parted and she rolled and churned left and right as if she was enjoying a hot sex dream - unknowingly with her skinny 19 year old son on top of her, squirming between her legs.
"Oh god," I could only moan again. I looked down between us to watch my veiny organ slip in and out wetly, disappearing into my mother. I imagined the view inside her, the internal view as my curved erection slid in to visit the tunnel to the womb where I came from, pushing through and being gripped by her muscular pink vagina walls. Because she was so voluptuous, she had that extra cushion for the pushing. I arched my back and then thrust forward repeatedly, greedily pounding her mound for maximum penetration. I really wanted to push against her cervix with my teenage cock. I was super determined - my stupid teen ignorance thought cervix-pounding was like the Hi-Striker Strongman game at a carnival - hit it hard to make that bell ring.
"Oh, mom!" I moaned. It was my turn to close my eyes, excited at this forbidden fucking, dizzy with the sensations. I was 6 inches deep in my own mother, quivering in her warm embrace.
"Mmmm," her hands were all over me, through my hair, raking my back and my ass. She sighed as she felt my shoulder and biceps. I was leaner and buffer than good old dad, for sure. I pushed forward and forced her thighs apart with my own thighs. It looked as if she could tell the twisting body thrusting on top of her was not her husband. Her eyes fluttered, "Greg?" She moaned again as my dick snaked through her and hit a particular spot.
"Oh, mom!" I moaned again. She smelled good, she felt hot and soft and curvy, unlike any skinny bitch I had fucked before. Her feverish breasts stuck to my body as I shifted up against her. I smiled as I suckled on her tits thinking that this was indeed an ultimate MILF fantasy. I worked my ass harder to push in to please my mother.
