"Morning slugger." Linda said as she passed her son in the hallway.
She looked like a 39 year old Katy Perry, but with a shapelier figure and enormous breasts.
Linda had just come from the bathroom...a tiny white towel draped around her voluptuous body.
Bobby's eyes followed the sway of her meaty buttocks...barley covered as she pranced into her bedroom.
Drawn like a magnet he moved to her doorway...just in time to see the towel fall to the floor.
Spotting her son in the doorway Linda put her hands on her hips...her big bobbling pear-shaped breasts ballooning outward. She fed him a look that was stern but not angry.
"Bobby!" She whispered in a cute little mommy-tone, glancing towards the master bath where her husband could be heard preparing for work.
Giving her son a silent scold, yet with a hint of a smile Linda closed the bedroom door.
Oh the poor baby...he must be crazy horny...sneaking up on me like that. Damn though, if his father had come out of the bathroom and caught him gazing at my nudity we would have both had some explaining to do. It's not that I have a problem with Bobby seeing me naked...it's just that...well, I don't think my husband would quite understand. Linda thought.
Bobby retreated to his room. Like most 18 year olds, he was fascinated with the bodies of middle-aged women. It didn't help that his mom was being so free with her figure around him lately. Since he had turned 18 it seemed like every time he turned around she was half-naked. He rubbed the newly formed bulge under his short.
Holy shit, Mom has the biggest tits I've ever seen. Just like the girls in those Juggs magazines. This is the second time now I've seen her like this and once again she didn't really seem all that mad at me.
A little while later he heard his parents coming out of the master suite. His dad continued downstairs but Linda stepped into Bobby's bedroom.
"This room is a disaster, mister. I certainly hope you plan on cleaning today." She said.
Bobby took a second to answer as his eyes traveled up and down his mom's body. Her long shapely legs were crowned by a short polyester mini-skirt and her big breasts were packed inside a thin cashmere sweater.
"Yeah, uh...I'll clean it tonight." Bobby muttered.
"Oh and I'm washing my delicates today. I'm gonna need all my panties back in my hamper before you leave okay, sweetie." She said.
"Panties?" Bobby asked.
Linda stepped over to his bed and pulled a pair of her black sheer bikini panties out from under his pillow.
"Yes, panties." She said with a little smile.
A stream of fresh cock-cream began to run from the panties down her forearm.
"Bobby." She said, again not angrily and with a hint of amusement.
"Sorry mom." Bobby giggled.
"No you're not." She said teasingly.
Bobby watched as she tried her best to wipe her arm.
Oh my God this semen is still warm...and there's so much of it. Surely this can't be from one orgasm, can it? She thought.
"Some girls would just lick it up and swallow it." He joked.
"Yeah, well I'm not "some girl," I'm your mother and I certainly don't need the taste of your sperm on my tongue when I kiss your father goodbye this morning." She said.
"You look really nice today by the way." Bobby said.
Linda gazed down at the enormous erection forming a tent in her son's shorts.
"Yeah, I can tell... Thank you." She smiled, her gleaming white teeth peeking through her pouty pink lips.
"You're welcome." He said.
Holy wow, mom's really staring at it. How cool is this? He thought.
"Does that thing ever go down?" She teased, like a flustered teen.
"Not when you're around. Wanna see something cool?" He asked.
"Ooookaaay." She said, giving him an odd look.
Bobby flexed his boner, making it rise even higher under his shorts. His brick hard erection strained against the fabric, pushing it way out.
Linda's eyes widened. She felt the lips of her clam tighten and her large areola begin to harden. She tore her eyes from the bulge and found her son watching her reaction.
"Show off." She teased.
So this is why all the moms I know are trying to get an eighteen year old between their legs. I can't believe how my pussy just reacted to that. It's like a jolt of electricity just shot through it. Linda thought.
"Will you sit on my lap...like you did the other morning?" Bobby asked.
"Oh sweetie, not this morning. I have to start on breakfast." She said.
"Please...just a few minutes." Bobby begged.
She glanced down at the throbbing protrusion, then down the hallway to make sure her husband was downstairs.
"One minute and that's it for this morning...okay?" She said.
"Fine." Bobby said as he sat down on his desk chair.
Linda came over and sat down sideways on his lap. She felt his raging hard-on slip to the side and the thick shaft sunk down in between her meaty cheeks.
Bobby let out a little sigh and Linda giggled as she brushed his hair back with her long nails.
"You are so damn cute." She smiled, liking the way the lengthy dong felt tucked down into her soft butt-cleavage.
I sit on my husbands lap all the time and yet it never feels anything like this. Why? Is my son really that well endowed? Jesus, it feels like I have a fat Italian sausage tucked inside the entire length of my butt-crack. She thought.
"Can you do that thing that you did the other day?" Bobby asked politely.
"That thing? Oh, you mean this?" She said, squeezing her cheeks of her buttocks together and smothering his rod.
"Oh-h-h yeah." His voice quivered.
As Linda turned slightly towards him with her arm on his shoulder Bobby could stare straight into the swell of her enormous breasts. He could tell through the sweater where the edges of her bra were and could see the bulging breast meat oozing out the top. She quickly flexed her chest muscles, making her tits ripple beneath her sweater.
"You're not the only show-off in this house." She smiled.
She pulled him forward and lay his head on her soft breasts. With her arms now around him she gently rocked and once again squeezed her pillowy cheeks hard around his girthy erection. She felt it push back...flexing up against her warm crevice.
I can't believe my husband is downstairs waiting for his breakfast and here I am giving our son's big boner teasing little butt- hugs. To make matters worse I keep feeling these little rushes of wicked excitement surge though me....from the pit of my stomach all the way down to my cute little bare feet. What does it mean? She wondered.
"Oh and that reminds me...I don't mind you coming in for a visit when I'm getting dressed. Just make sure your father's downstairs first...okay." Linda said.
"Okay." Bobby smiled.
The big busted mom smiled lovingly as she felt Bobby's body let out an excited quiver.
"There." She said, jumping off him.
"Feel better?" She smiled.
"Yeah, I could do that all day." He said.
"Somehow I don't doubt that." Linda said, glancing down at the teenaged cock-bulge.
"You might wanna change your shorts before you come downstairs." She said, with a little smile.
Bobby looked down and noticed a big wet pre-cum stain which had soaked through his shorts.
"Guess I got a little excited." He said.
"Ya think?" Linda giggled.
She turned for the door...finding another pair of her panties hanging from the inside door handle.
"Bobby." She said, almost playfully, as she grabbed them.
"Sorry, mom...I'll put the rest of them in your hamper." He said.
"Thank you...and after you change make sure you get that monster under control before you come downstairs." She said, giving his cock another half-smiling glance.
My son popped a boner for me. That's so cute! My little panty thief...hehe. I could be upset, but why? He's a teenage boy doing normal teenaged things. Don't all boys use their mother's panties? He must have some sort of ritual after he digs them out of my hamper. He probably smells them...savoring the strong pungent aroma of my clean shaven mommy-muffin. He may even turn them inside out and suck on the crotch. I can picture his cute little eyes rolling back as he tastes the bitter sweetness...a result of my daily trickle of pussy butter. How good that silk must feel against the glands of his penis. No wonder he fills them with such heavy loads. She thought.
Before dropping them in her hamper Linda held the pair of soaked panties with two fingers. Long strings of semen dropped towards the basket and she caught one with her fingers. Curiously, she brought the gob of cock-juice up to her nose and smelt. Then, without hesitation, she scraped it onto her tongue.
Thick and sweet...just what I'd expect from a boy his age. Wow Linda, you do realize you just tasted the milk from your own son's balls...that squirted out the tip of his penis probably no more than an hour ago. There's those wicked butterflies again. Well, he tasted me...fair's fair. Shit, where's the mouthwash? She thought.
At the breakfast table Bobby could hardly focus. His eyes couldn't help but follow his mom around the kitchen.
First there were those long bronze legs, which looked so strong...yet baby soft. Her sexy bare feet had squatty little toes with nails that were painted a delicate pale-pink.
Every few minutes as Linda reached up into a cupboard she would rest her weight on the toes of one foot, arching her heel and flexing her legs. The blood rushed back into Bobby's penis.
What must it be like to have legs like that wrapped around you? What must it be like to see them thrown back into a huge spread eagle...with those beautiful bare feet flexed as they point in opposite directions? He thought.
Then...there were her tits. Soft squishy mountainous delights that always seemed to be shifting or bobbling as she moved about. They were a feast for the young boys eyes.
With her husband sitting next to her Linda gave her son a cute little wink as if knowing exactly what was wandering through his dirty little mind.
