MILF Mother's Pizza Delivery Fantasy.
Mary Stephenson - Mother
Charles Stephenson - Dad
Noah Stephenson - Son
The clock on my wall had ticked to 7:00 AM and I was packed for my 'business trip'. I checked and re-checked the suitcase that was on my bed. Everything I would need for this weekend was there. I took a minute to take a breath. My hands were a little shaky, so I definitely needed to calm down. A flash of light caught my eye. My room was dimly lit by the sunlight that was shining through my window. It was a sign of a new day. I still couldn't believe it. I was really going through with this. My nerves were on end. I was cycling through being excited and rethinking this whole weekend. This fantasy was just something that I thought would have stayed in my head, but here I was ready to go. A woman my age shouldn't think the way I was, but the thrill of it was too great.
A little backstory on me. My name is Mary Stephenson. I'm 52 years old and 5'3. I'm a divorced mom who makes good money at the law firm I work at. To outsiders it would look like I had the perfect life. Money, family and perpetual happiness. They were wrong. I divorced my husband because he was a rat, cheating bastard and I was done putting up with it. Because of feminism, am I right? I have a son who just graduated high school and was taking time to relax this summer before he went off to college. Noah was his name. He was my one and only. My one constant and he was perfect. I was always glad Noah was a momma's boy. His father tried to mold him into something that he wasn't and failed.
Thank fuck for small favors!
My looks... Well... I wouldn't say I'm pretty. My face had always been my worst asset. The boys in high school used to make fun of me and said that I should have put a bag over my head if I ever wanted to get a boyfriend. There cutting words made me race to the bathroom, so I could cry my little heart out. I was a victim of this type of bullying for my entire high school career. They said these mean and hurtful things about covering my face because my body was damn near perfect. The boys at school might not have liked looking at my face, but they sure as hell lusted over my body. My breasts were a 36 DD, so they were BIG. I had trouble finding a bra way back then and with big breasts came perpetual back pain. Not that anyone really cared. My ass was also huge. Plump and meaty. I knew whenever I walked through the halls that the boys' gazes fell straight to my butt. Needless to say, once they looked at my body, I had them all drooling.
With my assets the way they were, I knew this plan would work.
I closed my suitcase, opened my bedroom door and went to find my son. While I climbed the stairs, I thought about how delicious it would to be underneath my son while he fucked me senseless. It would be a dream come true. My fantasy some to light. There was one thing that was always crucial. While we were both at the height of our pleasure, Noah would push one final time into my depths and release his semes into my womb. The ultimate taboo. Just thinking about it had me shivering in delight.
My stomach fluttered as I got closer to his room, so I took a calming breath. I noticed his door was shut, so I gently knocked on it before turning the knob and entering. I had certainly learned my lesson on why knocking was important. If you were a mother like me with a son then you would know what I'm talking about. I giggled a little at the thought. I peaked my head through the gap in the open door and saw him laying down on his bed playing video games. No doubt he had spent all night playing them with his online friends. I had told him multiple times to not stay up so late, but he had defied me at every turn. If I had any doubts my nose confirmed my suspicions. His room reeked with his musk. It permeated the air and coated my nostrils. I should have been disgusted by the smell, but I couldn't help but revel in the scent.
God, I am so dirty...
I was about to ask him a question when my eyes fell on
it
. My breath hitched, my heart pounded hard in my chest, and blood rushed to my ears. Right there for my eyes to see, to drink up in all its glory was his decently sized cock imprinted in his sweatpants. I never understood the current generation's fascination with the darn things, but I got it when I saw this glorious sight. My tongue wet my lips as I gazed at it in an almost hypnotic state. I knew I shouldn't be looking. This was wrong, but with how my body heated up while looking... Well, it just felt so right.
It took me a moment to compose myself, but I asked my intended question after a few seconds. "Noah? I'm going now. Do you need anything before I leave?" I asked sweetly.
"No, I'm good Mom. Have nice trip." He replied without even glancing my way and waved dismissively at me. No doubt he wanted the house to himself. An image of him masturbating popped into my mind, but I shooed it away.
"Are you sure? I'll be gone for the entire weekend, so if you need something you should tell me before I leave."
"Ugh. God, Mom! No, for the last time I'm fine!" He said with a whine.
"Alright, well just call me if you do! Love you!" I said as I closed his door.
As soon as the door was closed, I raced down the stairs and headed toward the front door. My chest was heaving. My heart was thumping so hard against my chest because of the adrenaline coursing through my veins. Seeing my son's cock in person had my body thrumming with excitement. I needed it to be the weekend already.
Opening my car's driver side door, I sat down in my worn seat and tried to slow my breathing. While I did that, I also thought about how I got here. I guessed it started with my divorce. I was a lonely mother who hadn't had sex in a while. It hadn't even been that long until I started writing in my diary. My diary wasn't like normal diaries though. It was filled with the dirtiest fantasies my mind could come up with. I lost count on how many times I had masturbated to those juicy stories. They were too mouthwatering not to. Regular porn didn't stack up anymore because of them. I found my pussy was wetter than it had ever been when I masturbated to them, my orgasms more earth shattering, and the pleasure mind numbing.
That's when my mind thought of the one fantasy that made my pussy quiver in excitement every time I thought about it.
I knew this one fantasy was sick. In my heart I understood, but the images that my imagination made up were too good to ignore. How could I? I hadn't had a fulfilling sex life for years now. No one would ever look my way after the divorce. Couple that with my low self-esteem and that makes a woman who needed to get laid. So, my mind churned up some absolutely filthy fantasies. The first half of this fantasy was normal. Just a standard pizza delivery driver showing up at your door while you just happened to be partially naked. It was standard. I had always enjoyed that kind of porn even if it wasn't the most believable. But the second half. The second half was where it took a turn. The pizza delivery driver was my son.
I know, I
know
, but I couldn't help it. The fantasy was all consuming and the diary wasn't cutting it anymore, so I started thinking. Thinking of what exactly? Well... Once I summoned up the courage to carry out my inner thoughts, I devised a way to do this without alerting him. It actually worked out perfectly because he
was
a pizza delivery driver. I don't know if that was why this fantasy was at the forefront of my mind, but this was going to happen and it was happening tomorrow.
My first part of the plan was easy as pie.
I told Noah I was going on a business trip for the firm, but what I was really doing was heading to a hotel near his work. I had this all planned out and my pussy was on fire. I don't remember me ever being this horny. Certainly, I never was with my ex-husband. I could feel my juices flowing down my thighs as they rubbed together while I was driving my car. The suspense was killing me. I ached to be touched. For his hands to be all over me. For his cock to be in me.
I stopped at a red light and wanted to check and see if I was as horny as I thought. I swiveled my head to the right and then to the left to see if people were looking. When I was sure no one was looking, I slipped my hand into my panties. I gasped when I felt how hard my clit was. I ran a finger through my meaty fold quickly and saw my juices on my index finger glistening in the morning sun. I might actually need to masturbate to dull the ache in my panties. It wouldn't be as satisfying, but it would pacify me until tomorrow. Like I said before; I've never been
this
turned on before.
When I got to the hotel, I parked my car and sighed. I would finally have some relief. I checked in at the front desk, thanked the concierge, and took the elevator up. The nice lady at the front gave me room 215. Said room looked like any other hotel room. Neat, spacious, and private. It would do. I began unpacking my suitcase and hanging the clothes I had brought. There weren't many, but it was still the principle of it all.
My eyes fell on the see through robe and mask I had packed. I tried them both on and looked in the mirror. There was no way my plan wouldn't work. My face was nice and covered, so that takes care of that. No need to worry about being recognized. I scanned further down and came to a stop at my chest. Without a bra in the way, everything was on display. My big breasts were out to play and you could clearly see my nipples. The tips were rock hard and I skimmed a finger lightly over one of them. I shivered. God, I was so sensitive! A tingle went down my spine at the thought of what tomorrow would bring. I couldn't wait.
***
It was now Saturday night and my body was filled with anxiety. Today was the day. I picked up the hotel phone and dialed the pizza place where Noah worked. It rang a few times and then someone picked up. I made sure it wasn't him answering the phone. I wanted this to be a surprise. I told the worker that I was a friend of Noah's who wanted to surprise him because I hadn't seen him in forever. I told them to keep it just between us so it would be a real surprise when he showed up here. I might have added some sultriness to my voice to convey a deeper meaning. The woman on the end of the phone giggled like a schoolgirl and promised not to tell. I grinned at the response. After that, I ordered the pizza like normal, thanked the worker, and hung up the phone. She said it would be 30 minutes till he got here, so I took the time to freshen up and getting ready for the night ahead.
After dressing in my outfit for the night, I checked myself in the mirror to see how I looked one last time. Even at 52 my body contended with the younger generation. There was no way my darling Noah would be able to resist. I sat down in one of the chairs with my legs crossed, waiting. My nipples were rock hard once again and my pussy was soaked. My mind thought about how Noah would react to this. Would he be surprised? Would he be disgusted? I guess I would have to wait and find out. I couldn't wait till he got here.
A knock on the door had me practically running out of my seat to open it.
Opening the door, I was face to face with my son in his work uniform. Now, even if Noah didn't tell me he was a virgin, I would have still guessed he was. My son unfortunately got the bulk of my genes. Firstly, I noticed his straight brown hair was greasy. That was probably due to his sweating while making his deliveries. His face was slightly better than mine, but the acne he had made him look a lot worse. He stood at about 5'7 and was chubby ta-boot. Still this boy standing in front of me was my son and that was all that mattered.
Still, Noah looked cute in his uniform. He was no doubt about to recite the amount on the receipt that I had to pay, but his eyes went wide at the sight of me. I'm sure he didn't expect a half-naked woman to open the door. His eyes darted straight to my big, full breasts. His intense gaze made my body warm all over. My own son was looking at me with unfettered, raw lust. And it was making me so
horny
.
"How much will it be, sweety?" I asked nicely. I pretended to be ignorant of his staring and pressed the conversation forward.
My words broke him out of his trance. His eyes then snapped up to mine which were behind the mask and the blush on his cheeks told me everything I needed to know. "I-I-It'll be $17.81 ma'am." He stammered. He took a deep gulp and tried his hardest to avoid my naked breasts.
