This is a fantasy story of Greg and his Mom, with a little life experience included.
All characters are 18 years and over.
One weekend just after my 18th birthday, Mom and I were home alone. My Dad worked long hours and often didn't get home for days at a time. This left Mom and I a lot of time to keep each other company. Because of these circumstances, I didn't like to leave Mom on her own too much; I hated for her to feel lonely.
Mom was 39 and although she was still in the average build range, she had a beautiful bustline, about 38D I think. She had shoulder length ash blonde hair and bright green eyes that sparkled when she smiled. She stood about 5' 6" and had a fairly voluptuous lower body.
As I said before, I had just turned 18 and was fairly well built; standing at 5'11" with a well defined body and muscle tone from playing sports. I also had ash blonde hair maybe a little lighter than Mom's, from being outdoors a lot. I had the same green eyes as she did. In other words, I was my mother's son in every way - but one.
This particular weekend we were home together because a very bad storm had been forecast and I didn't want to leave Mom alone. Dad rang to say that where he was they had already begun to feel the effects of the storm and that he would not be home for 2-3 days as it was flooding.
Mom cooked dinner and then we watched TV for a while. Mom decided that she had better get the lanterns ready just in case we lost power. She distributed them around the house and then said she was going to bed.
I stayed watching TV for another half hour or so and then decided I would also go to bed.
After finished my evening ablutions, I climbed into bed. Within minutes, the wind built up and it started raining so hard, it sounded like a giant was walking on the roof. A few more moments and the thunder and lightning began. It seemed to go on forever.
While this was happening, I noticed my bedroom door open. It was Mom.
"Can I come in with you Greg?, that storm is frightening me so much."
"Come in then Mom, come and climb in beside me."
I didn't realize at the time that my Mom only had on a sheer baby-doll nightie and pants set. She slipped under the sheets with me and snuggled into my back.
"That feels better baby, I can hold onto you when the thunder sounds. Those bangs are so horrific, I don't think I have ever heard it so loud."
"That's cool Mom, just snuggle down and we will keep each other you company."
I lay there on my back chatting to her for about 15 minutes and then she leant over me and kissed me on the lips.
"That is for being such a wonderful son, Greg."
"Anytime Mom, you know I love you and wouldn't ever say no to you for anything you asked."
Mom lay there with her hand resting on my chest, and slowly began to rub my nipples and over my stomach. She kissed me again on the lips, but much harder this time and attempted to push her tongue into my mouth.
"Oh Mom, what .........? ."
"I am just thanking you for all you have done for me over the years darling. You have been a model son and I appreciate it so much."
"I would do anything for you Mom, and you know that."
We lay there for a few more minutes and Mom became restless. Her hand slowly worked its way down over my stomach towards my groin. I just lay there wondering what was going to happen next.
I had been out with a few girls and even though I wasn't a virgin, I still hadn't really enjoyed a good sexual encounter with any of them.
As Mom progressed to my groin, my prick started to grow. I am only about 7 inches long but about 3inches thick, and I think it is quite an acceptable piece of equipment.
Mom continued to play with my prick until it had reached it full length and width, and then threw the blankets off both of us and worked her way down kissing me as she went and then began to lick and suck the head of my prick.
"Oh Mom, that feels so good."
