Milf Poll

Tamara (Tammy) Brown sighed as she looked around her 18 year old son's room. The bed made up but not to her pristine standard, always one or two items of clothing out of place; tidy, cozy, but not perfect. She smiled as she had done on countless other days and straightened things out; a labour of love.

As she straightened she caught her reflection in his mirror. Five foot six tall, sensational body for anyone let alone someone 36 years old; playing hockey does that for you. Ok, a few bruises on the shin but that's life. She turned side on, her breasts, still full and firm in spite of age and having a son, were the envy of many males. 'Not bad,' she thought to herself looking at her pretty face and poked her tongue at her image before flashing a smile. Feeling good about herself she started to tidy up his desk. She inadvertently bumped his keyboard and the screen came to life.

'IT'S ON: THE GREAT MILF POLL'

Ok guys, today is the big MILF POLL. Let your imagination run wild, 20 gorgeous options, cast your votes as 3,2,1 and I will keep a running total. Highest score is our dream MILF. So, who is the lucky guy? Go to it you sons of bitches.

Tammy looked quizzically at the screen. 'MILF poll, what's a MILF poll?' she thought. She sat at the computer and typed MILF into google.

'Oh my god,' she muttered and her hand went to her face in shock as the words 'Mothers I Would Like to Fuck' were splashed over the screen. She could feel her heart racing and her hand trembling as she stared at the words. She quickly shut down google as if trying to cleanse the screen but her senses were assailed by the announcement of the poll.

For what seemed an eternity she stared at the words then slowly felt the tide of anger rise within her. 'MILF POLL, MILF POLL,' she said out loud. 'How dare you? who gives you the right? how can you be so insensitive? Who sent this sexist shit, and ... Oh my god,' she said again as she looked at the list of recipients; 20 of them, including her son Zac.

'God, Zac, no... how can you be a part of this? I'll, I'll, Jesus, fucking boys ...' she muttered angrily. 'Clean your own fucking room,' she retorted and stomped out of Zac's room.

Initially she was shocked. Then, as happens, slowly she started to rationalise.

By the time Zac came home she had calmed down to something less than boiling.

'Hi baby,' she said greeting him. 'Anything unusual happen today?' she enquired sarcastically, the bitter edge on her voice belying the smile on her face.

'Nah mom, usual sort of thing. Just having some fun with the guys,' he replied wanting to get to his computer.

'Having some fun, yeah right, fun indeed. At whose expense?' she thought and had another flash of anger. If he noticed, Zac showed no concern as she gave him the cold shoulder treatment for the rest of the evening. He was more interested in getting to his computer.

Yet the following morning when he had left for school she couldn't help but turn on the computer. Whilst she didn't approve of the poll her instincts wanted to know the result.

MILF POLL

Progress results

10 voters

22 votes - Tammy Brown

18 votes - Angela Gilmore

10 votes - Mary Ohara

5 votes - Briana Knowles

3 votes - Jess Miller

1 vote each to Tanya Smith and Irene Slick

'Keep the votes coming in although it looks a two MILF race - not surprising looking at the prime horseflesh boys. Well, prime flesh anyway haha. Wouldn't you just like to get into those pants guys?'

In spite of her anger she felt a flush of satisfaction as she saw her name at the top of the poll.

Moreover she tuned in each day and it was with some cynical feeling that she viewed the final result and was crowned as the winner of the MILF POLL 2015.

'Cold comfort,' she thought. 'So what does that mean, every time Zac's friends come over here most of them are thinking that they want to fuck me? Hmpf, so what is different to just about every guy I meet anyway? Fucking men, one track minds,' she muttered. 'No different to my useless excuse of an ex-husband really.' Her mind wandered back just over a year when her husband had come home and calmly told her and Zac that he was leaving. Taking up with a young 20 something from work who 'really understood him' and was everything a man could want... and that their match was made in heaven.'

The parting was acrimonious and she told him to fuck off and never come back. It was Zac who consoled her as her world collapsed around her. And he was the strength that held them together over the first few difficult months. She had no problems acknowledging to herself that she loved him to bits.

Coming back to reality she was about to leave Zac's room vowing never to look at the screen again when an email opened. She couldn't help but look at the reading pane. Tammy could feel a sharp pain in her chest as she quickly scrolled down the email to the first thread:

'Hey dude, I noticed that you voted for your mom as the MILF. You can't do that,' said Geoff the convenor.

'Why not?' Zac replied.

'Well because it's your mom dude. You can't do that it would make it incest.'

'Well I happen to think my mom is the prettiest mom around.'

'Look dude, I agree with you and so do just about all the guys in the poll. But it's not about who is the prettiest, it's about who you want to fuck. Now that's a very different thing.'

'Yeah, well, I still want to vote for my mom. She's the one I would like to fuck.'

'Jesus Zac. Do you know what you are saying? Is this just an adolescent dream? Would you really like to fuck your mom?'

'Hey don't jump on me, you started the poll. I answered it truthfully. I love my mom, really love her, she is gorgeous, she's the most amazing woman I know, she has always been there for me which is more than I can say for my asshole father and if I had the chance I would.'

'Wow, ok dude. I'll keep this between us but if you feel that way what are you going to do about it?'

'What am I going to do about it? Probably nothing I guess. What can I do, she's my mom?'

'Dude, what can you do? Wow, think of it. Come on, are you sure you want this? Think it through. It's one thing to dream, another to have the guts to do something. Could you really kiss your mom, could you cup her tits in your hand, squeeze her nipples? Could you go down on her and lick her pussy? Can you slip a finger into her cunt? Can you climb between her spread thighs and put the head of your cock at the entrance to her cunt before pushing your cock into her body then fucking her until she screams? Can you do that? Can you? Do you really want to? It's one thing to dream about it; another to be prepared to actually do it, to fuck her. This is your mother dude.'

Tammy's mouth was dry as she read his reply.

'Yeah, I think I could. Look, mom doesn't know it but I get aroused near her all the time. God the number of times I've wanked my dick off dreaming of her. In the mornings she always comes out wearing a towelling dressing gown. In the winter it's ankle length but in the summer it barely covers her ass. Her legs are fabulous, her body is fabulous and occasionally I've seen flashes of her knickers. She doesn't wear a bra in the morning and I'm constantly getting an eye full of her cleavage. Sometimes I think she's going to catch me drooling. Man, I get a hard on for breakfast every fucking day.'

'If she only knew how often I've dreamed of coming up behind her, hugging her and gently cupping her breasts. Can you imagine it, gently taking one in each hand as she arches her back, thrusting her breasts forward as I fondle them. Ahhh, God I can almost feel it. I don't know how others feel about their moms but I really love mine. If I had the chance to make love to her I would. So there you go. That said, the fact that I would like to have sex with her is one thing, the reality is that if I tried it she would cut my balls off. And I've sort of become attached to them so it will just be an erotic dream my friend.'

'Well dude then that's our goal. Do you really want it to happen? Really? Again, it's one thing to dream, another to commit to doing it. Tell me again, do you want it to happen? Are you prepared to make it happen?'

'There's no way my mom would even think of doing it but yeah, it's a nice dream, if I could I would.'

'Wow, ok man, we're going to make it happen, we're going to get you inside your mom. Woohoo, is that something or what? I'm hot just thinking about it. I'll come over tonight and we will map out a plan.'

'Hang on sunshine, not so fast. If, and I repeat if I ever had sex with my mom that would be private, I wouldn't tell anyone, including you. No one would ever know so I'm not sure that WE should be doing any planning.'

'Dude, if I leave it to you nothing will happen and at some point you will look back and regret not taking the chance. Better to try and fail than not try at all. All I'm saying is that I can help you look at how to go about it, what you do is up to you. Hey, like, I'm just trying to help you dude. Sometimes opportunity arrives at the most unexpected times, you just have to be ready for it.'

'Yeah, I guess you are right. Come on over tonight and we can talk about it.'

Tammy sat and stared at the screen. After a few moments she was conscious that her jaw was hanging open and she swallowed dryly as she closed her mouth. Her stomach was churning and her heart racing as she slowly wrapped her mind around what she had read. She shook her head in disbelief as she crystallised the words in her mind 'my son is going to draw up a plan to fuck me. Jesus Christ, he and Geoff are going to sit together and draw up a plan, step by step for Zac to fuck me. My son ... wants to fuck me.' And she was trembling as she turned off the computer.

The remainder of the day seemed a blur. She alternated between fits of anger, a feeling of disbelief, anger and fear. She anxiously watched the clock as the time for first Zac to come home, then Geoff to arrive drew closer. She struggled to maintain her composure as she heard Geoff's car pull up.

Geoff wore a smirk on his face as she answered the door. 'Hello Mrs Brown,' he said cockily. His stance and body language confident, aggressive.

Tammy's confidence wilted under his stare. She felt his eyes undressing her as he openly looked her up and down. She was un-nerved as she realised she was frightened and her stomach clenched as she struggled to smile and greet him in a carefree manner.

'Zac,' her voice failed her as the word came out as a croak. She smiled wanly and cleared her throat. She could feel a flush of embarrassment as she continued. 'Zac is in his room,' she managed to get out, albeit her voice wavering with emotion as she waved her hand in the general direction of Zac's room. All she wanted at that moment was for him to go, but he seemed to be enjoying the moment.

'We're just going to get our heads together and do some homework. Project management stuff,' he said with mock sincerity.

Tammy could feel his eyes devouring every inch of her body. She almost collapsed with relief as Geoff turned and headed for Zac's room. Then emotion overcame her and tears stung her face. She hurried to her bedroom to regain her composure. No matter how she put it, she knew that Zac and Geoff were at that moment discussing how to get her into Zac's bed.

As the time ticked by her fear grew. 'God, what are they doing?' she thought and the longer it took the more anxious she became. When finally they came out of Zac's room, laughing with each other her confidence was shot. She felt like she was being hunted.

Tammy was wary next morning as she prepared breakfast. Her stomach fluttered with nerves as she felt Zac come up behind her. Her body tensed as he hugged her from behind. Her mind filled the blanks, imagining his hands cupping her breasts.

'I've got a surprise for you mom, we're going on a date,' he said brightly.

She had a flash of anger. 'Oh we are, are we?' she retorted, the edge clearly in her voice.

'We are,' he said unconcerned. 'I'm taking you some place you haven't been for ages. We are going to the zoo.'

'The zoo. The fucking zoo,' she thought incredulously. 'How NEUTRAL, the one place he could take me and I can't complain. Moreover, he's right, I haven't been and in all honesty would love to go. Oh god, the fucking zoo.'

Her voice wavered uncertainly. 'The zoo, what a surprise, what brought this on?' she said, feeling more sarcastic than her voice sounded.

'Random acts of love and kindness,' he said brightly hugging her tightly and there was nothing she could do as he gently kissed the back of her neck. 'You can do that when you have the most wonderful mother in the world.'

By the end of the day she was exhausted. They walked everywhere, saw everything. She was tired but happy. Zac was comfortably close, constantly touching her, an arm around her waist as he pointed out some animal, gently rubbing against her as they stood in a crowd, standing behind her and hugging her as he looked over her shoulder. Initially she was on edge but in spite of herself she enjoyed the attention, it was her son after all. And hey 'it's all public so he wasn't going to do anything silly, and she was always in control.' After a while she just accepted it, relaxed and it became normal, pleasant.

When they got home they ate dinner and sat on the couch to relax and watch TV.

'Thank you baby. I really enjoyed that,' she said with sincerity as she kicked her shoes off. 'I haven't walked that far for years.'

Zac sat beside her. Without asking he picked up one of her feet, placed it in his lap and started massaging it.

'Ohhhh, that's good baby,' she said as he gently twirled her toes, getting the blood circulating before kneading the larger area of her foot.

His hands were magic and in spite of herself, she willed him to keep going. And continue he did. First one foot then the other; she relaxed as he gently massaged her toes, feet, ankles, Achilles and then started on her calves. Half an hour later he got to her knees.

She was relieved when he spoke 'There you go, I hope that feels better in the morning,' he said as he put her feet back on the ground. Tammy was surprised that she felt a slight sense of disappointment that he had stopped. 'God, what would I have really done if he had kept going?' she thought and felt suddenly disturbed as she realised she was aroused. 'Nothing is going to happen, nothing,' she thought.

Over the next few weeks Zac became increasingly attentive to Tammy. The evening foot massage grew to neck and shoulder massages. He helped with the housework and they laughed together as he turned the chores into games. He helped her with the shopping, made her cups of coffee and included her in every aspect of his life. And then there was the touching: a hug here, a kiss on the back of her neck there, a hand on her arm, a rub of her back, yet she was conscious of the occasional hand casually caressing her ass cheeks, but nothing so obvious to chastise him for.

To her surprise she found that she was growing increasingly comfortable with his behaviour and even looked forward to the contact and banter. She knew she was entering dangerous ground when she acknowledged that they were behaving more like lovers. Almost sub-consciously she had started thinking about what it would be like to make love to him, occasionally touching herself in bed as she did so. She took to grooming herself more frequently, ensuring she had lipstick on each morning before going to breakfast.

Conversely, Zac had reached a stage where he thought their relationship was about as special as it could get. He loved his mother and was at a stage where he didn't want to do anything to jeopardise her happiness.

Then their world changed.

It was a normal Saturday morning. Tammy and Zac had just sat down to eat breakfast. They looked at each other quizzically as they heard a car stop out the front of the house. Tammy stiffened when she heard a gentle click as the front door was unlocked. Zac could see the look of concern on her face as they heard the door open and close. Seconds later her ex, Charley walked into the kitchen. He was obviously agitated as he threw his keys on the kitchen bench.

'I'm back,' he said gruffly, looking around for something to eat.

'What do you mean?' Tammy responded uncertainly.

'What the fuck do you think I mean?' he growled. 'This is my house and you're my wife. I've had enough of the stupid bitch. All she's interested in is money. Well, I've had enough of her so I'm moving back in here.'

'No. No you're not. You left. We've moved on,' she said angrily standing up and stepping away from the table. 'Poor Charley, your slut didn't work out so now you think you can just come back here and pick up where you left off until another slut catches your fancy. Well you can't. I'm not just here for your pleasure. I'm going to get a divorce then you will be out of our lives forever. You're not welcome here. Get out,' she retorted, her voice rising in anger as she confronted him.

Tammy cried out in shock and pain as Charley exploded violently. He punched her in the face then stalked her as she reeled away under his attack. Her eyes opened wide in fear as he grabbed her by the throat and slammed her back against the wall. Her hands flailed in the air as his grip tightened dangerously.

'You'll never speak to me like that again you bitch. This is my house, I say who lives here and I'll fuck you or whomever I want, whenever I want and you'll just fucking like it you arrogant fucking slut,' he screamed at her as he pinned her against the kitchen wall.

Her eyes widened in fear as she started choking. He spread his legs wide for balance and his eyes burned with hatred as he slapped her face repeatedly. She was terrified; she couldn't breathe and sagged at the knees as he struck her repeatedly. A trickle of blood started running from both nostrils.

Suddenly Charlie arched backwards and cried out in pain as Zac leaped to his mother's aid, slamming a blow to his kidneys; then he doubled over as Zac hit him in the stomach. Charley dropped to the floor as Zac's smashed his fist into the soft spot behind his ear. He cried out in pain as Zac, driven by blind fury sunk his foot into Charley's rib cage. It was with some pleasure that Zac heard a dull 'crack' as a rib cracked as he launched a series of kicks to his ribs, arms, anywhere he could find as his hatred boiled over.

Zac grabbed Charley by the shirt front and physically dragged him, groaning in pain, to the front door.

'If you ever come back I'll fucking kill you,' he growled into Charley's ear as he threw him out the door. He gathered Charley's bag and keys and threw them after him. 'Don't you ever, ever speak to mom again or I'll come after you. Now fuck off before I lose my temper,' he said, his voice cold and certain.

Zac closed the door. He was high on emotion and his heart was pounding as adrenalin coursed through his body. Tammy had slumped to the floor, her back against the wall and her knees drawn to her chest. Her head was bowed and her face in her hands crying in pain and shock. She looked up anxiously, the relief plain on her face as she saw him return. Zac's heart shuddered as he looked at her. The tears from her eyes and the blood trickling from her nose was smeared across her lips and chin. Her robe had fallen open and momentarily his eyes were drawn to her bare legs and a glimpse of her knickers. In spite of the situation, or maybe because of it he felt a surge of arousal.

'Oh my god Zac, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry,' she cried.

Zac went to her. He squatted down in front of her and helped her to her feet. He tenderly wrapped her in his arms. Her arms went around his neck, her face buried against his chest as she clung to him and his heart broke as she sobbed; loud, chocking sobs into his shoulder.