For what ever reason I cant really explain, my mother never really felt like my mother to me. She always felt more like a sister at most, though of course the mother/son connection was there to some degree. Maybe it was the distance between us that made our relationship feel as such.
She was an open-minded woman, a little on the trashy side, curvy in the hips and ass, about 5'6", an inch shorter than my self, with large, heavy tits. She had a pretty face, not that I ever thought of such things until the first following occurrence.
I'm extremely over-sexed, I've always been, and there's been one or two occasions where I thought of her in a sexual manner, but nothing incredibly consistent that crowded my mind. But, at the age of 22, that definitely changed.
We lived alone, just her and I, her having divorced my father decades earlier. Our relationship was sometimes good, often tumultuous, but it was what it was, just... different.
It was mid-July, hot as hell, and around 8:30 at night. I was heading out to get something to eat, since I didn't feel like cooking anything. I was still a bit sweaty from work, as I hadn't taken a shower yet. Though, I never had a problem with body odor, so it never bothered me or anyone else. I'm also always shaved smooth, hating body hair, and that included my armpits.
Walking from my bedroom through the living room, all the lights were off except one dim lamp on the far side of the room, and my mother was sitting on the couch watching TV, the only other light source in the room. But, between the both, I could see the room and her clearly in the dim light.
She was sitting on the tan couch we've had for years, just in a bra and her underwear, with a thin nightie-type long blouse on, smoking a cigarette. I don't remember what she was watching... some nonsense, but I cant stand TV anyway... but as I was walking past her, car keys in-hand, she said, "Hey". It just seemed in the usual passing sort of manner, so I just said "Hey" in response. But, before I could even another two steps she said, "Come here" in a rather abrupt, almost serious tone.
"What...", I half-asked a little annoyed. "I'm going something to eat.", I said. But, I walked around to the front of the couch from the far side and stood there. She was just staring at me oddly, and again I said, "What!?", rather annoyed at this point, as I was hungry and she's just sitting... staring. "Sit down for a minute", she said. Again, a strange, what I took as "serious" tone I couldn't really read. So, I sat down.
She was sitting at the far end of the couch and I just plopped-down in an annoyed fashion on the middle cushion, easily within arms reach. I did notice her massive tits bulging through her bra and nightie, and though it stirred something in me for a minute, especially having been single for so long, it passed quickly.
I was about to ask her what the hell she wanted, for the third time, but before I could, she put her cigarette in the ashtray on the end table to her right, reached out and grabbed my left hand, pulled me forward slightly off-balance and shoved my hand under her bra of her right tit and made me squeeze a bit.
"What the fuck are you doing!?", I asked shocked, and pulled my hand away. She said nothing, instead opened her thin nightie and exposed her entire body. My eyes happened to glance down. She had a nice figure. But what caught my eye for a second was the fact that her panties were very wet, and her pussy obviously shaved, as I could see through them and could just see her tight camel toe. I quickly looked away, but she definitely saw me looking for even that brief second.
"Come on, doll", she said. "I've seen the way you look at mommy's tits sometimes, and I just saw you look down at mommy's wet pussy", she said in a very serious but attempting-to-allure voice, very matter-of-fact. Honestly, my cock was starting to throb a little, though I was trying to hold it back by keeping myself annoyed. "'Mommy'?", I said shocked and annoyed. "So now you're my 'mommy'? What the hell is that?", I asked in an irritated and confused tone.
"Stand up", she said. I stood up, but said, "Yeah, I'll stand up, and I'm going to get something to fucking eat...", but as I started to walk past her, she grabbed me, turned me, struggled harder than I would have thought she could for a moment to unbutton and unzip my military style cargo pants, which left my cock just dangling exposed. I often just "free-balled", as it's more comfortable, so I didn't even have boxers on. Before I could do anything, she grabbed my ass hard and pulled me towards her, and with her right hand, grabbed my half-hard cock and just swallowed it down to my balls.
