I must confess that I have always fantasised about my mother. Freud says that we all do, but with me, it was more overt than normal, I think. She generally has always stayed in great shape by running and exercising, and has a great body naturally. I would often see her come home from exercising, wearing short shorts and a t-shirt, and wonder what she was like in bed, and frequently had fantasies about her.
When I was in high school, my dad was working evenings, so if I didn't go out, we were generally the only ones at home. This was no big deal, as most afternoons I had basketball practice, and was out most evenings, either at my part-time job at a grocery store, or partying with friends. Once, when I came home from school, she was in the back yard, sunning herself. She didn't hear me approach, and I stood and watched her for a long time. She was wearing a white bikini, and had pulled the back up into the cheeks of her ass to eliminate as much tan line as possible. The straps of the bikini top were untied, as she was facing down, and appeared to be asleep.
She stirred as I approached her from the front, lifting up slightly, exposing the tops and sides of her large, round breasts. "Oh, Bobby," she said, "I didn't know that you were home already." Appearing a little embarrassed, she tied her top securely, although as she was bent over, her heaving mounds still hung out of the bikini top. She got up, grabbed her towel, and headed toward the back door. "I have dinner in the oven," she explained, "so I thought I might take in some sun." In her haste to cover her top half, she had neglected to pull the bottoms out of her ass, so I couldn't help but stare as it swayed back and forth with each slow step that she took in front of me. I realised that I had a raging hard-on, and took care to keep her from noticing.
When we got into the house, she excused herself to change out of her bikini, while I went to my room to put away my books. As I passed the master bedroom on my way back down the hall, I noticed that the door was slightly ajar. Looking inside, I could see that she was still removing her bikini, very slowly. As she took the top off, she paused, fondling her breasts. Her delicate hands cupped them, and pressed them together. She then brought her fingers to each nipple, gently circling them several times before pinching each nipple, one at a time. I saw her mouth form an "Oh!" as she continued to massage them. Slowly, her hands glided down over her flat stomach, massaging it as they went along, riding smoothly over the remnants of suntan oil that was still on her body. As her left hand remained on her stomach, her right continued into her swim suit bottom and to her pussy. I could see that she had made contact with her cunt, as she arched her back, looked up at the ceiling, and then pinched her eyes closed.
She continued to massage her pussy beneath her suit for some time, then began to slowly remove the bottoms. Sitting on the bed, she glided the suit down, past her thighs. Her pussy, wet as an ocean, glistened from the light entering her window. Well covered with a silky brown bush, it was parted far enough to reveal a plump set of lips, covered with her juices.
As she finished removing her suit, she slid up on to the bed, more readily within my view. Lifting her knees and bringing her feet to her buttocks, she spread her legs completely, to allow her fingers ready access to her cunt. She very delicately caressed the area around her pussy, only occasionally brushing her fiery lips with her fingers, and shuddering each time that she did. Gradually moving toward the centre of her cunt, she expertly spread her lips, massaging them up and down with her first and third fingers. Occasionally, she allowed the second finger to caress her clit, causing her entire body to shake with lust, as she emitted a throaty moan.
Pausing briefly, she reached over to her night table, to get her sun tan oil, and, in the process, moved out of my line of sight. Figuring that she was beyond paying attention to the details around her, I opened the door a little bit further, so that I would be able to see the entire room. The squeak that the door made caught her attention briefly, as she looked up blankly, but didn't seem to see me. Going back to her oil, she popped the top of it, and applied it liberally to her front, from neck to torso, and began to massage it in. Her entire body now glistened before me as she writhed on her bed, covering her entire body with oil. Rolling over on her hands and knees, she reached back between her legs, and thrust two fingers deep into her cunt, grazing her anus with another. After massaging both holes for some time, she inserted her forefinger full into her ass, while simultaneously finger-fucking her cunt. Her oil-covered tits swayed, as she maintained her balance with her left hand on the headboard while her right had its way with her. She moaned excitedly as her rhythm increased gradually along with her intensity. Her hand was now rubbing her pussy violently, as her hips bucked in time with her fingers. Her huge breasts were now bouncing violently as her body rocked up and down, back and forth. Her breathing was heavy, and her moaning more frequent and loud. I'm sure that I could have entered the room unnoticed at this time, but I didn't.
Next, she reached back to her night table and opened the top drawer. From it, she pulled out the biggest dildo I'd ever seen or imagined. It was at least 15 inches long and 7 or 8 round. Staying on her hands and knees, and again balancing on her left hand, she manoeuvred the huge rubber cock back between her legs with her right hand and began to rub it's veiny shaft from her ass hole to the top of here clit, each stroke bringing a moan from deep within her. All of a sudden, she thrust at least 10 inches of the monster deep into her pussy and let out a low-pitched whine as if in pain but she continued to plunge the cock in and out.
