First Valentines Day After Tim's Eighteenth Birthday
Tim, the eighteen year old horny teenager awoke slowly after a good night sleep and as he did, his hand found his boyhood. As usual, it was swollen and hard with morning erection of a horny teenager. He began to slowly stroke his hard, throbbing penis as he wondered what the day would bring. It is his first Valentine after his eighteenth birthday and his mother had promised him a surprise for this Valentine Day, but he could not imagine what it could be.
But just the thought of his mother made his cock lurch threateningly. He had recently begun to have some very indecent thoughts about his own mother. He felt appalled that he could even think about her in the way he was thinking, but he just could not help it.
As he lay there thinking about his mother, Andrea, his hand began to move up and down his cock faster. He and his mother had lived alone since his father's death six years ago and Tim realised himself finding her more and more attractive as time passed.
He did not know why, but he was always imagining what she would look like naked. Maybe the fact that she was beautiful and had a stunning body contributed to his delinquency, but he still knew that he should not be having such evil thoughts about his own mother. While his mother was forty-three years old, she was better looking than any thirty year old in the neighbourhood. In fact, in his eyes, she was by far the best looking woman in town. Still, he knew that he was disturbed for thinking about his mother in that way, especially while he was beating his hard prick.
Still, he could not stop himself from wondering what she would look like without clothes. He had caught glimpses of her in various stages of undress, but never totally nude. When she wore her skimpy one piece bathing suit, he could barely keep his eyes off her lovely, plump derriere. She had the best looking butt ever. Every time she wore a tight body hugging dress, he would nearly cum in his pants watching her clearly visible panty-line on her jutting tight butt. God, what an ass she got, he thought to himself as his hand worked faster and faster.
Then his thoughts drift back the night when his mother had just returned home from a dinner party. He was going to bed so he had stopped by her room to tell her good night. Seeing that her door was slightly ajar, he had peeked inside. He had seen his mother sitting on the edge of her bed pulling her pantyhose down her long, curvaceous legs. Initially, she had not noticed him standing there and within moments, she was naked from the waist down. The only thing between her and complete nudity was her frilly, lacy half-bra. He couldn't believe what he was witnessing and felt himself growing so hard, his cock was beginning to ache as he stood there watching her. He had even been able to see her cleanly shaven pubic-mound below her tight, taut underbelly. Then she had started to reach behind her and release her bra. Watching on expectantly, he had waited feverishly for her to pop her bra. Staring at her long, hard nipples, pink and puffy sticking out over the top of her brassiere, he waited. Then, for some reason, she had looked over to the door. He recalled that neither of them had moved for several moments as they stared at each other. Then finally, she had blushed and pulled her dress up over her nakedness. He remembered being embarrassed beyond belief as he had rushed back to his room without even telling her goodnight. Once there, he had promptly masturbated with the picture of her velvety buttocks in his mind. Thankfully, she had not said anything the next day. But after that first time, he had found himself trying harder and harder to catch her in compromising stages of undress. Strangely, it seemed easier to catch glimpses of her nakedness than before the incident. For whatever reason, she seemed to be less concerned about him seeing her than before the incident. Thinking about her, he kept sliding his hand up and down his stiff prick. Sometimes, his mother would catch him looking at her and she would smile faintly and blush.
Tim could feel himself gradually approaching the point of no return as he lay in bed thinking about his mother. As he began to move his hand quicker and quicker, he suddenly became aware of the smell of bacon in the air. That would mean that his mother was downstairs preparing breakfast for them. Suddenly, his mind was filled with a perverted picture of his mother cooking breakfast in a naughty, frilly corset. In his mind, he pictured her bending over with her beautiful, bare breasts hanging out the corset. Although he had never seen her breasts completely naked, he could imagine how wonderful they would look, big, soft and creamy in colour. He could even see where the whiteness ended and her tanned skin began. He felt a tingle of perverse excitement trickle through his cock as this erotic fantasy filled his head. Dangerously close to cumming, he felt his cock harden even more.
Wanting to prolong the delicious feeling of wickedness, he stopped stroking himself. Holding his cock in his hand, he closed his eyes and let the image of his mother gleam through his mind. The image in his mind seemed almost real as he watched her buttocks bobbed and wobbled as she walked. In his mind, he had dressed her in a racy pair of beige, fishnet hose and matching high heel pumps to go with her beige corset. He could not believe how stunning she was as she moved about the kitchen preparing his breakfast, swaying that beautiful ass.
Then, he thought he felt a faint, almost indistinguishable puff of air flow over his throbbing cock. If he had not been so aroused and sensitive, he would not have noticed the breeze. Wondering if he had left his window open, he slowly opened his eyes and started to turn toward the window.
Before he could turn, he saw his mother standing in his doorway holding a tray with his breakfast on it.
"Oh, Shit," he gasped shoving his throbbing cock under his covers.
His whole body turned beet red as he stared at his mother standing in the doorway with a astonished look on her face.
"God, Mom, I'm sorry," he blubbered out, "I didn't know you were there."
"Uhhhhhh," she said, clearing her throat, "It's my fault coming in without knocking."
"I'm sorry," he mumbled timidly.
"Well, uh, Happy Valentine's Day darling," she greeted him, a curious little smile delicately playing over her mouth, "I thought you would like breakfast before I gave you your present, but maybe not......"
"Uh, What, uh......." Tim stammer, confused by her sudden appearance. He did not speak, but he watched as she slowly approached his bed. Although it was early in the morning, she had taken the time to put on a light make-up. Disappointedly, he noted that she was wearing her old terry-cloth house robe. It was thick terry cloth with long sleeves and covered her from neck to knees with its sexy-less plainness. It was definitely not the costume that he had pictured her wearing.
"But, since I brought it up here," she said stopping by his bed and leaning down, "you might as well eat it while I tell you about your Valentine's gift."
She placed the tray of food down squarely on his hidden hardness. It seemed to Tim that she had pressed it down on him a little harder than necessary, but maybe his overactive thoughts were working overtime.
He quickly started eating to hide his shame and prevent himself from having to respond to anything she had to say.
"I really don't know where to begin," she said softly, blushing slightly.
"I thought long and hard," she went on as she watched him eat, "about a Valentine's Day present after your eighteenth birthday. You have just about everything that money can buy. Your father left us very well off, financially, so I have been able to give you almost everything you could want in that realm. But then I asked myself what I could get you that money couldn't buy, something that no one else would give you. And, finally something you wanted very much."
Pausing for a moment, she nervously toyed with the top button of her robe as she seemed to be gathering her thoughts.
Wondering what she could be getting at, Tim continued to eat. What could she give him that money could not buy? What would no one else give him? What did her really want? In his present aroused state, he briefly considered something very vulgar, but quickly dismissed it from his mind as he blushed again.
