(Part 1)
"WOW!"
That was the first thought filling my head when my mother opened the door to her new apartment and spread her arms wide to hug me. I always appreciated she was an attractive woman, now nearly forty, but the way she looked just then damn near took my breath away.
She wore a buttoned shirt that stretched down to barely cover her well defined hips. From the way her nipples pressed out against the fabric, I just knew there was nothing but her under it. We always were pretty casual about dressing, or lack thereof, around the house when I was growing up, but this was somehow...different.
I stepped into her embrace and could feel the hard tips of her nipples pushing into my chest until her soft tits crushed against me. Her warm crotch brushed against the top of my thigh as we embraced, her breath hot in my ear and a lot more ragged than I expected before I took her hands in mine and stepped back.
"Hi, Mom!"
She took my face in both hands and kissed me on the lips, startling me with the intensity.
"I'm so glad to see you again,"
she murmured lowly,
"more than you could ever know."
She turned and walked back into the apartment. I picked up my bag to follow, suddenly acutely aware of just how shapely her ass was as it swayed provocatively with every step, just barely covered by the hem of that shirt.
"Whoa...down boy...that's your mother's...admittedly very fine looking...ass you're damn near drooling over!"
My little head disagreed and twitched up a notch or two as I entered.
This was my first visit to this place since I returned to college and she got divorced. The apartment was pretty small, one living/dining room with a galley kitchen off to the side and a short hall opening to a bedroom on the right and the bath on the left. Obviously I was sleeping on the couch for the next few days. I put my bag down in a corner and turned to my mother.
She was smiling, her dark, hard nipples clearly poking out against the thin cloth of her white shirt. My cock twitched again and I hoped she didn't notice the developing bulge in my jeans.
"Would you like something to drink...a beer perhaps? I have some excellent local craft beer,"
she said taking a sip from a half full glass of wine.
"Sure, Mom, that would be great."
She smiled sweetly and went to the refrigerator, bending forward slightly to reach in for the beer, far enough forward that her shirt rode up over her sculpted ass cheeks, giving me a quick peek at her sheer, lacy white panties disappearing into her ass crack. My cock twitched again.
We sat and talked for awhile about how I was doing at college, her job and such. As soon as I finished the first beer, she got up to get me another, seemingly taking a little longer and exposing a bit more of her ass and panties, when she bent forward. My dick was visibly bulging in my jeans. There was no way she couldn't notice, especially as her hand lingered on mine for a moment when she handed me the bottle.
As I finished the second beer, she seemed slumped down in the chair a little more, her knees slightly spread, enough there was no doubt in my mind her lacy white panties were very sheer...indeed...
very
sheer. She kept her eyes locked on me as we talked and she finished another glass of wine.
"So, are you still seeing that little blond...what's her name...Emma...Anna...?"
she asked at one point idly twirling a button on her shirt in her fingers.
"You know, the one you were hanging out with last summer."
"Ava,"
I answered trying to watch her fingers instead of the crotch of the lacy panties peeking out from under her shirt,
"her name was Ava and no, I haven't seen her since I went back to school."
My cock twitched again and I thought I saw my mother smile slightly.
Ava was pretty much a nymphomaniac. After I went back to school, I wasn't getting anywhere near as much pussy as I did with her...every day...at least once a day...more often than not...more than once a day.
Of late, there was this one girl, originally from one of the English speaking Caribbean islands, but nothing too developed on that front yet. Making things worse, my roommate never seemed to leave when I was there, giving me very limited chances to even jerk off and so I hadn't for the last four days.
And now my very attractive...almost sultry...mother was sitting in front of me nearly naked...and not being at all shy about it either.
I really needed to piss but was afraid my raging hard on would be clearly noticeable when I got up. As she reached for my empty beer and get me another, I stood up fast with her back turned and asked where the bathroom was.
"Down the hall to the left,"
she answered turning with a smile, giving me a clear view down the front of her shirt and her bare swaying tits with dark brown nipples. This time she only had eyes for the pulsing bulge in my jeans.
I turned quickly, embarrassed and aroused that my mother was looking at the protrusion of my swollen dick so unabashedly. The bathroom was directly across from the bedroom and both doors were open. I glanced in the bedroom and stopped short.
While I couldn't see the bed directly, I could clearly view it in the dresser mirror. Laying on the pillow was a rather large looking cock shaped dildo or vibrator. On the dresser, the TV was on with no sound playing...a porno of a redhead with big flopping tits being fucked from behind doggy style.
By now my dick felt like it was going to rip out of my jeans. I considered jerking off quickly in the sink but settled for letting my shaft deflate a little and taking the piss I needed to unburden my bladder.
Returning to my seat with my cock only at half mast, I picked up the fresh beer and raised my head to thank my mother. At first I thought she might be falling asleep, her eyes half way closed looking at me, five
...wasn't it three just a minute ago?...
of the buttons on her shirt now undone, the round soft sides of both her breasts clearly visible.
"Like the movie?"
she asked in a husky whisper, her thighs definitely spread wider than when I went to piss.
"Huh...what movie?"
"The one on in the bedroom...on the TV,"
she answered deliberately undoing another button on her shirt.
My face flushed with embarrassment, not sure how to respond. My little head had no problem with that at all, however, stiffening again noticeably in my jeans. My mother smiled and undid another button, not even bothering to pretend she didn't see my growing bulge.
"Well...err...you're a grown up...um...I guess you can...uh...watch whatever...aah...you want,"
I stammered and slammed down the third beer.
That one went straight to my head and I blinked away a moment of dizziness. She just kept smiling at me and finished unbuttoning her shirt.
