I don't know where to begin. I guess with any story it should begin in the beginning. Putting it simply: I have always enjoyed watching my mother do things around the house. I don't know why but I did. She was what every boy wanted in a mother, someone sweet, kind, giving and the hottest thing on the block! I really loved her and she loved me, as a mother should.
Looking back on my childhood I didn't have anything but positive memories of my mom and me. The sperm donor – my father as she called him was someone I didn't know or care about. I never received a card for my birthday or for that matter – anything. So at a young age I, not knowing I was saying it, said "Fuck you, and everything about you, you fuck!" and had nothing to do with him.
My mom always making me feel safe and secure never brought anyone home with her which; again looking back boggles my mind. My mom was fucking hot. You see the sperm donor knock her up with me when she was 13 years old and left. When I was two my grandparent passed and left my mom and me with enough money to never worry about it. Without this burden upon us, my mom went to school and became a great chef and eventually opened her own catering business.
Now, the saying "don't trust a thin cook" is bullshit. My mom is the best cook I know. She is also the best-looking female I know. Since my mom had me so young when I turned 18 and got ready to move out and go to college she was only a very sexy 31.
Angela as her name was, is five feet, four inches and weighs no more than 125 pounds. She has like me hair as black as coffee and eyes which make you feel you are falling. My mom, Angela as very active in her business and in life, always working out at the gym and practicing her martial arts. Her breasts while not huge but are perfect for her lean frame – about a small "B" cup and they didn't appear to sag at all when she went braless which was often around the house.
I remember she was the first person I dreamed of when I masturbated and still to this day the thought of her naked turns me on.
Being 18 and moving out of the home I had packed and moved to college a few hundred miles away – a business major on my mind. As spring break approached I decided I didn't want to go to the beach with my newly found friends because (I'm kind of ashamed to admit) I didn't have steady girlfriend and really didn't like one night stands or "hey about a blowjob?" for the numerous girls around the campus. No, I missed mom and decided to go home for the break.
As I arrived mom was very happy to see me and we had one of the best welcome home meals of my life. I also remember mom was just as hot as ever. Her long, flowing black as fucking night hair falling down her back and her wide happy, smile making me love her all the more.