The following story is a work of fiction.
“Could you help me with this curtain rod honey?” Jason heard his mom hollering.
“Sure,” he shouted back. “Hold on a sec, I just got out of the shower.”
“Okay, but hurry,” she responded. “I can’t hold this thing up much longer.”
Quickly wrapping a towel around his waist, eighteen-year-old Jason hurried to the bedroom, where he saw his mom holding up the rod for his new curtains.
“I thought I could do this myself,” she explained, “but it’s a bit more complicated than I expected.”
He wondered if she realized how hot she looked in her short nightgown, standing there on her tip toes, her arms extended above her head holding the curtain rod. Her position lifted the hem of her silky lavender nightie until it barely covered her full, round ass. Jason found himself fantasizing about having an excuse to lean down. He knew he’d be able to see under it. He wondered if she was wearing panties. Maybe she had on her white thong. He always looked for that pair in the laundry. Smelling her musky panty crotch while he jacked off was one of his favorite ways to masturbate. Her sexy woman’s scent always made him cum so hard.
“Jason!” she said impatiently, glancing at him over her shoulder. “Hurry up.” She caught him staring at her ass. “The little shit!” she thought. She’d noticed more and more lately that he was taking an interest in her body. She supposed it was only natural. She ignored the warm, flushed feeling that went through her.
“Reach over my head and hold this while I put the screws in,” she directed. He moved up behind her, felt the warmth of her back through the thin fabric of her gown as his chest brushed against her. He moved back when he felt his body react.
“You let it move,” she said, a bit annoyed. “Move up closer where you can hold it in place.” He moved closer again, and tried not to notice the sweet smell of her blond hair, the silky warmth of her skin. He concentrated hard, willing his cock not to stiffen. He was fine until she raised the screw driver and began pushing and turning it to insert the screw into the trim. The pressure she was exerting forced her back against him. Her sexy ass pushed and rubbed against cock, and the towel began to loosen.
“Hold still mom!” he demanded. “You’re making my towel fall off.”
“I’m sorry, sweetie,” she said breathlessly. ”These screws are tough to get in. Don’t worry, I can’t see you anyway.” ‘Seeing him wasn’t the problem,’ Jason thought. ‘If she didn’t quit wiggling, she was certainly going to be able to feel him.’ “Shit!” he muttered, as the towel slid to the floor.
“What?” Her distracted query was barely audible as she struggled to get the second screw into the solid oak trim.
“My towel’s on the floor now. This is just great.”
“I can’t see anything. Don’t worry about it. This will only take a few more minutes.”
“Damn it,” she muttered as the screw began going crooked. She reversed the direction of the screw driver. “I’m going to have to start over on this one.”
Jason tried to ignore the silky-soft heat of her cloth-covered ass as it rubbed against his naked teenage cock. He knew the feeling of heaviness he was experiencing did not bode well for his vow not to get an erection. As his cock began to grow, he couldn’t help looking down, watching it swell and lengthen as if reaching for the warmth he knew existed between those firm round cheeks. The visual stimulation made it even worse, and his cock grew quickly. He tried to look away, but his eyes were drawn to the erotic sight, ‘like a fantasy come true,’ he thought, and then flushed guiltily for thinking about his mom that way.
Gradually, Lisa became aware of the hot pressure of his cock against her ass. She tried to hold still, but it was difficult to push and twist the screwdriver without moving. She knew she was only making the situation worse, ‘but it’s not like I can help it,’ she thought. Her senses began focusing on the contact between their bodies. As his erection grew, she felt the swollen head of his cock poking at the backs of her thighs just below her ass cheeks. She was embarrassed to feel her nipples stiffen and her pussy swell.
As Jason’s cock reached its full length and thickness, his aroused mind began demanding a certain boldness that he’d never before had the courage to express. He leaned forward a bit, feeling the tip of his cock touch the base of her ass crack where her thighs met. Feeling a sticky wetness, he pulled back. ‘God,’ he thought, ‘I’m already dripping pre-cum.’ He wondered if she noticed. Then the thought entered his mind that maybe it was her that the wetness came from. Could his mom be as aroused as he was? Jason felt his heart pounding in his chest. Fear and arousal overwhelmed him, and the arousal won out. He pushed his cock head against her again, using more pressure this time, until the sensitive head of his penis was wedged between her thighs and he could feel her pubic hair tickling it. The sensation was exquisite, and he nearly moaned.