Cuc and Basetball

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Sean:

"Come on Spot, hurry up."

It was 95 degrees outside and I just wanted my dog to cooperate and find a place to finish his business so I could get back inside the cool air of our new house.

We had only been living here a week and I was still getting accustomed to oppressive humidity and heat. My dad had been transferred here a month prior before deploying with the Air Force, and mom and I had stayed behind to allow me to graduate from high school. Dad was scheduled to deploy right after transferring and I knew my mom would appreciate some help around the hours so I decided to take a break for a year before heading off to college.

My dad had had already left on deployment last week, so mom and I made the move on our own and I had not met anyone yet, not doing much else than unpacking and taking Spot for walks, but that was all about to change...

"Hey, bro, can you give us a hand," Someone called out.

I had been off in my own world thinking about the heat and our move that I hadn't noticed the two guys playing basketball at the community court or their ball that had rolled right up to my feet.

"Oh...yeah, no problem."

I tossed the ball back to the taller of the two. Both of the tall black men seemed to be about my age, maybe a year or two older, and neither of them looked like they had missed a day at the gym in years.

"I'm Jamal and this is my brother Derek, you just moved in down the street right?" he replied while catching the ball and tossing it to his brother.

"Sean. And yeah, still unpacking everything," I replied as Spot began tugging on his leash.

"You can find us out here most days if you feel like hooping it up bro," Jamal said, turning back to his brother.

Spot was tugging to go, so I just replied thanks and started heading away and around the corner. As I turned the corner, Spot finally decided he found the perfect patch of grass to do his business and began circling a small area looking for the perfect spot. As I stood there waiting I could hear Jamal start talking to his brother.

"I forgot to tell you, I met this hot lady earlier, I guess it was that guy's mom"

"Take your shot," I heard Derek reply impatiently.

"No dude, for real she was getting groceries out of her car while I was jogging by and she dropped a bunch of stuff so I stopped to help"

"Oh yeah? Like how hot? Like trophy wife, Beverly Hills supermodel hot or what?" Derek quipped as he seemingly rebounded and took a quick shot.

"No not exactly, she looks like, uhh I don't know man," Jamal started as he apparently searched for the right words to describe my mom, "She thick, and like thick where it matters. Like she was wearing these little denim shorts with her ass begging to be let out, just enough to grab onto in the middle, and her tits we're like...well they we weren't much smaller than this ball"

"I might have to jog by myself to check this out," Derek laughed.

"Yeah, imma have to talk to that Sean kid, I sure wouldn't mind hanging around that house and working some game," Jamal said with an easy air of confidence.

Only Spot's sudden tug on the leash, indicating he was finished, pulled me out of my dazed eavesdropping and I hurriedly continued on towards home replaying the conversation I had just heard.

What were those guys even talking about? All throughout high school my friends and I would do the usual joking about each others mom but nothing serious and none of my friends seemed to pay any close attention to my mom. Did my mom have a "fat ass"? Were her tits really that big? I had never really paid attention. Well, never anything more than maybe a quick glance or a notice that maybe her clothes were a bit revealing. But I had never dwelled on it or expressedly thought about my mom being "sexy" or "hot".

As I approached my house, thoughts swirling about what I overheard, I became uncomfortably aware of a growing bulge in my pants.

What the fuck. Was I getting a hard-on thinking about my mom? No, it was just the thinking about tits and ass in general, I though to myself shoving it out of my mind and walking through my front door.

"Sean, please grab some paper towels out of the garage and bring them into the kitchen for me," My mom called from the kitchen where I could only assume she had been cooking up something delicious judging by the smells wafting throughout the house.

Before I had a chance to unhook Spot, he twisted out of his collar and darted up the stairs.

"Whatever," I thought to myself, noting to deal with it later and heading out to the garage to grab some paper towels.

Returning to the kitchen, I paused when I spotted my mom facing away from at the kitchen sink.

She DID have a nice ass. Not just nice, but downright pornographic.

The shorts she wore barely covered her cheeks and as she moved around her ass would shake generously and peeks of her ass would appear beneath the much too short denim doing a terrible job of concealing her.

Lost in my thoughts, my mom turned around to greet me and looking down asked with a bit of surprise, "What's that you got there?"

Shit. I looked down, and began panicking, realizing I was harder now then when I first approached the front door. From thinking about my mom's ass.

"Uhh,'" I scrambled for the right words to get me out of this uncomfortable situation.

"I have told you have to make that collar tighter on Spot, he's gonna get off the leash on a walk and you'll be chasing him for hours."

Phew. That was close. I had to get out of the kitchen and take off this growing problem before it became even more awkward.

"Smells great in here, I'm gonna head upstairs and play some games, Calle me when dinners ready, love ya mom," I rattled off a little too quickly as I turned on my heel and retreated upstairs to the privacy of my room.

What. The. Fuck.

I simply overheard some guys talking about my mom and less than 30 minutes later I was practically drooling over my mom's ass in the kitchen.

Flopping down on my bed, I pulled out my phone and pulled up my go-to porn search engine. I was just going to have to quickly jack off and put it out my head. For a minute i just stared at my phone. I didn't even know what search for. My mind was racing and I couldn't focus. I tossed my phone aside and rolled over to just get out of bed and go take a quick shower to "cool off".

As I was swinging my legs over the side of my bed I notice a family photo on my nightstand. It was taken two years ago before my sister went off to college. The whole family was on the beach and I remember my dad asking someone lying under an umbrella if the could take a picture of us all. It was a nice photo and usually it just made me miss my sister as we were really close growing up. But this time what I immediately noticed was my mom's bikini.

Leaning over the left side of me, with my sister and I sitting on the beach and my dad leaning over the other side, my mom had her arm around me and her barely covered breast was barely a few inches from my head. How had I not noticed big they were? Yeah my mom carried a few extra pounds but the size of breasts compared to her waist was still substantial.

As if on autopilot, like I didn't have control over my thoughts or my body. I thought to myself, "If I could just turn my head a little bit and pull that fabric aside!"

Before I realized it, I had shoved down my boxers and was slowly stroking my cock with left hand. My right hand reached out to grab the picture.

"Oh mommy," I thought "I just want to suck those titties, just a little bit"

I started to pump my cock with increasing vigor. I couldn't stop myself from thinking about my my mom and all the new discoveries I had made about her body.

How I had not noticed that perfect ass? God, I would love to just bury my face in that ass.

Faster and more furious I stroked my cock staring at the picture of my family, ignoring everyone and everything except for the scantily clad image of my mother next to me. And those perfect, gigantic tits right next to my face. I had to get close to them again. If I could just see them for a second. Oh my god, if I could just touch them and squeeze them.

I continued to stroke myself. Not caring that I was jacking off to my own mom, not considering what I would think once I came down from my perverse hormone induced state. All that mattered was my mom and the chance to see her naked and, I couldn't even imagine, the chance to touch her.

Faster. I was so close. I could feel my whole body tense as I readied myself to unload all over the picture of my family.

"Sean, dinner's ready! I've made just what you've been craving," My mom called from downstairs, just as I unloaded all over her sexy body on the print in front of me.

"Ughh," I grunted as I squeezed out the last few drops of cum onto the family portrait in front of me.

Oh my god. Onto the family portrait in front of me, the realization of what I had just done crashing over me. I just intentionally jerked off to my mom. Not some pornstar with similar features. My actual mom.

Embarrassment and shame hit me all once but not complete regret. Even after returning to reality and a level head, I still couldn't shake the thought of my mother as a new found sex symbol. And I couldn't stop thinking about what Jamal had said about trying to "work some game".

"Sean did you hear me?"

I realized I hadn't moved from my spot or even began to clean up and had no idea how long I had just been sitting there holding my spent cock in my hand.

"Yeah. Yes. I'm coming," I replied as I frantically cleaned my mess and pulled my shorts back up.

Rushing down to the kitchen for dinner, i thought to myself at least that's taken care of and I can focus now.

Turning the corner, I realized how wrong I was as I witnessed my mom bending over to grab the last container from the oven and immediately felt the blood rushing to my cock again.

To be continued...