I sailed into my apartment feeling higher than a kite from my overnight stay in The City with Frank. I could still taste the flavor of his last load of cum on my tongue. I unpacked my overnight bag, throwing my stuff into my laundry hamper and taking another look at those photos from Mr. Wolfe that Derek had seen after they had fallen out of my pocket. I smiled at the thought of how that had turned out and dropped them on my night table.
I felt exhilarated and exhausted at the same time. I took a hot shower and let the warm heat of the spray wash over me for a long time. I felt like I had been put thru the ringer over the last few days. My body felt sore and swollen from the sexual exertions I had been put thru. Not that I was complaining! I looked back on every treasured second and felt a warm rush of contentment within me. Although I had loved every second of the past number of days, I was looking forward to finally having a quiet night alone.
I dried off, donned a favorite pair of old boxers and a well-worn t-shirt and headed to the kitchen. I scanned the fridge and made myself a hearty meal and caught up on my mail from the last few days as I sat at my table and ate. Bills....shit....they keep coming, don't they! I threw my dishes in the dishwasher and started to sort my......
"BANG! BANG! BANG!"......somebody was at my door. Who the fuck.....? Mr. Wolfe was supposed to be out of town; Frank had just dropped me off and headed home. I hurried to the door on the chance that maybe Mr. Wolfe hadn't had to go away and had some nice hard cock for me. I raised my eye to the peephole and looked out. I saw a flash of dark red hair. My mother! What the heck was she doing here? It had been about eight or nine months since she'd last stopped by my place and that was just to drop off some mail for me that had mistakenly been sent to her house. I opened the door with a surprised look on my face.
"Mother?" I said questioningly.
"Hello, Jonathan," she said as she breezed past me with her large purse slung over her shoulder.
Her large form towered over me as she walked past and I caught a whiff of her sensual perfume. Mmmmm. My eyes were glued to her as her presence seemed to fill the room. Fuck! I had never seen my mother dressed like she was today. Her long red hair cascaded luxuriously down to the middle of her back and I watched her large round ass sway beneath the clinging material of her tight dress. She dropped her purse beside one of my living room chairs and turned to face me, her hands on her hips.
She wore a black dress that seemed to be molded to her body. It had a deep scoop neckline that showed an enormous line of cleavage as her huge breasts thrusting towards me seemed to stretch the clinging fabric almost to the breaking point. She had a classic hourglass figure and the material followed the line of her indented waist before flaring out dramatically at her wide hips. I knew my mother worked out regularly but I was amazed at the flatness of her stomach for a woman of her age. Her skirt ended just past mid-thigh and her long legs were encased in sheer black stockings. My gaze traveled down her toned legs to her high heeled shoes. Fuck! She was wearing pointy black patent 4" stilettos with a strap running around her ankles. Those 4" heels had her well over 6' tall! I stood aghast as I forced my gaze to come back up her body to her face. Her face was beautifully made up and her dark auburn hair was full and wild looking as it framed her face. She was staring at me with a pleased look on her face.
"Jonathan. You look surprised to see me," she said as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other and her hips shifted sensually.
"I....I.....I wasn't expecting you," I stammered as I felt myself turning red. I thought back to a couple of nights ago with Claudia and how turned on I had gotten when she called herself "Mama" and I had thought about my own mother. Now here she was in front of me looking absolutely gorgeous. I moved across the room and dropped my hands in front of me to hide my growing erection from her.
"Well, I've got a date tonight and I just thought I'd stop by on my way," she said as she sauntered around my living room. I couldn't take my eyes off her full luscious form. I sat on the couch at the far end from the chair where she had dropped her purse. She paused to lean over my coffee table to pick up a magazine. My eyes zeroed in on her huge tits hanging before me. She seemed to hesitate for quite awhile before she picked up a magazine, looked at the cover briefly and then dropped it back onto the table. I felt my cock surge in my shorts as I looked deeply into that valley of cleavage.
"A date? Uh.....with who?" I asked.
"Oh, just a young man I've known for awhile," she said as she walked slowly around my living room, looking at stuff on my shelving unit. She stretched up to look at a book on the top shelf and I watched the hem of her skirt rise high on her soft creamy thighs.
"A young man? Um.....how old is he?"
"Oh well, he's actually probably about your age, come to think of it. Do you think a young man your age would find me attractive?" she said as she stood opposite me and kind of posed with her hands on her hips. Jesus Christ, I thought to myself, she looked so fucking hot! I felt myself starting to sweat.
"Gee Mom, you look great. Any guy would find you attractive," I blurted out. I noticed my comment brought a wry smile to her face.
"You don't think my ass is too big, do you?" she said as she turned around and looked at me over her shoulder.
"N..n...n...no, not at all. It looks really good," I said as my eyes locked on her full lush round ass.
"Oh good. Thank you, Jon. I've gained a bit of weight up top lately. Do you think it looks bad?" she said as she turned back around and turned slowly from side to side so I could see her huge tits in profile as well as head on. Oh my God, they were incredible! I could even see the shadows cast by huge nipples thru the straining material of the clinging black fabric. I never realized my mom had such big tits before!
