I took on board the feedback I have received. I tried to give a bit more background this time. I hope readers like it - my boyfriend sure did!!
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I woke to the sound of a lawnmower in the distance. A warm breeze carried the scent of freshly mown grass in through the open bedroom window, the curtain softly billowing. I lay there, enjoying the lazy feel of not having to be anywhere in particular. I breathed in and sighed feeling limp and heavy. I slowly opened my eyes ... to find myself in my mother's bedroom.
I felt a sharp, electric jolt run through my entire system. Oh. My. God.
I had fucked my own mother!
As I lay there, too stunned to move, I ran through the events of last night in my mind and I kept coming back to the same thought. My mother had fucked me too. And we both liked it. We both ...
Fucking loved it!!
The mattress moved as my mother shifted in bed, rolling over on her side. She was still asleep. Her dark wavy hair had fallen over one eye. Her lips were formed in a sleepy pout. I was naked in bed with my mum after fucking the absolute shit out of her last night.
I rolled onto my side so that I could look at my mum. I stared at her sleeping face and thought back to when I was a teenager.
Dad walked out when I was 15 and mum didn't bat an eyelid. She seemed, to me at least, to take it in her stride and just got on with trying to raise me as best she could. There has always been something about mum that made her stand out. She was never "pretty" in the conventional sense but she carried herself in a way that was ... regal. She ate well and took care of herself. She had her own style that other mothers at the school gates tried to imitate but couldn't quite get. She was self-assured and confident.
I had never thought of mum in a sexual way until some of my friends making comments like "Is that your mum?"
"Yeah, why?"
"She's fucking hot!!"
It got a real kick out of the fact that my mum was a "hot" mum. My mum was a MILF!!
I reached out lifted her hair away from her face. I traced my finger along her cheekbone and down to her cupid bow lips. She moved slightly and I knew it wouldn't be long before she woke up. I could feel my cock starting to swell. I started breathing a little deeper. I traced my finger along the side of her neck and along the curve of her shoulder. My balls were tingling with anticipation - even though I didn't know what her reaction would be when she finally woke up.
I pulled the sheet gently away from her breasts and as I did so, I noticed that her nipples were tight. I stared at her beautiful breasts that used to suckle me as a baby. I wanted to suckle on them now ... but for entirely different reasons.
Her eyes blinked open and she stared straight at me.
"Andrew", she whispered.
