After a hot summer, I was ready to start my freshman year of college. Being on a tight budget, I had to start at the local JC. My mom is a college graduate and helped me select my classes, she also went with me to registration. I took a variety of classes including two I was excited for, meteorology and drama. I never took drama in school or acted in a play before, but my mom encouraged me to try it.
I enjoyed college from day one, it's way better than high school. I liked all my professors, and I was surrounded by a variety of hot college babes. I get nervous when I talk to girls, and I feel weird asking them to study. So, I always ask my mom for help, she never says no.
My parents divorced a few years back and my older sister went off to a university last year. I had not had a girlfriend in 2 years and my mom hadn't dated anyone in a while either. Like most guys, I had a crush on my mom when I was younger. That faded when I landed my first high school girlfriend, and lost interest.
Mom recently started a yoga class and began dressing like a fitness model. I was amazed how good she looked, and I encouraged her to stay with it. She looked so attractive; it was almost impossible not to stare at my mom indecently. She always seemed to be wearing tight yoga pants and revealing sports bras. I tried hard to resist staring at her ass, then I realized it was impossible. I couldn't stop myself from admiring her and started craving her.
I tried to not let her see me staring but I think she saw me a few times. I loved seeing her bent over, as she opened the fridge or while she was working on her flowers in the backyard. I never realized my mom had such a nice ass and I was suddenly infatuated with her again. I also snuck peaks at the front of her leggings too, she had the sexiest little gap between her legs. I was going nuts for her. and losing control of my inhibitions and morals.
Since it's only mom and me in the house now, we never lock our doors. I began spying on her, and noticed mom often left her bedroom door cracked open. I saw her undressing after the gym or before bedtime frequently. My mom looked like a sex goddess in spandex, and she seemed clueless to my desires. She also seemed oblivious to her sexiness, and I took full advantage of that.
After getting lucky almost every time, I was hooked on peeking in on mom. I started watching her undress daily. With her bedroom door slightly open I could see her off the mirrors of her closet doors, to her. It was a perfect set up, for seeing more than I should. I saw her take off her sports bras often and I always got a nice view of her big round boobs.
The best was watching mom remove her shorts and thong before she went to take a shower. Her ass looked incredible, and I got a pretty good look at my mom's shaved pussy many times. I would always run to my room and jerk off right after. I began imagining what it would be like to really have sex my mom. I was constantly horny for her and started jacking off with her in mind every time.
I boldly started changing my clothes without ever closing my door and walking around nude in my room sometimes. Then I'd walk around in just my underwear downstairs late in the evening when it was hot out. Mom seemed surprised but never told me to put on any clothes. She seemed to look me over, as I snuck peaks back at her. I tried to give her a little eye candy and make her think of me more as a man, than her boy.
For some reason, I was cast in the first play of my drama class as a hot shot player type guy. It was only an exercise for class purposes and not for an actual audience. I had a lot of speaking parts and needed some help on this. The story was me in pursuit of an older woman, perfect scenario I thought. They used my name for my part, and they didn't know what to do about the girl's name. Her name was Mildred, I suggested Barbara, my mom's name and they went with it.
I figured this would be the perfect opportunity to get close with her. I got up the courage to ask her to read with me during dinner that night. She had no idea what was coming and what she was going to have to do.
"Mom, I was cast in a big part in drama class today." I boasted
"That's great honey." She said with praise.
"Would you be able to help me with my lines tonight?" I asked nicely.
"Sure honey, I'd love too." She said with a cute smile.
"Thank you, mom, let's do it after dinner?" I suggested.
"Sure, just let me know, when you're ready."
"Ok, I will."
After dinner we went to work on the script standing in the living room. I colored my lines in yellow and hers in pink. Mom had no idea what the play was about and was excited to start. I read my lines and pointed to hers as we started reading together. Mom soon discovered the scenario and was a bit surprised. She was a woman resisting the urges of a younger man. Mom seemed uncomfortable at first, but I tried to coax her along. Then mom took the script from me and read ahead, I stood there worried she would quit.
"Who is reading the part of the woman and why is her name Barbara?" She asked a little bothered.
"Just another girl in the class, her name is Mildred, so I suggested Barbara and, they liked it better."
"Oh, is Mildred older?"
"I think so."
"Why don't you practice with her?"
"She's lives too far away and works after class."
"This is not what I expected." She said upset.
"Mom, I can only do this with you. I don't have a girlfriend, and I can't ask a guy friend to do this with me." I explained.
"I don't know son; this is too provocative." She said sternly.
"I know, we wouldn't do the sexual stuff, geese mom."
"Well, Ok." Mom finally agreed.
So, we went to back to reading the play, but now she had a clue to what was going to happen. Mom started to relax and got into her part. The scene we were working on now, was me trying to kiss the woman good night at her doorstep.
"Mom, no matter what I do, don't kiss me back."
"Ok, I can do that."
"Mom, forget I'm your son and relax. This is an exercise and nothing more."
"Ok."
"This isn't easy for me either, you know." I said calmly.
"I understand."
"You could pretend I'm a young guy you like from yoga class or something and get into your character more." I suggested openly.
"I don't like any young guys in yoga class, but I get your point."
"Ok, so we start here." I told her and pointed at the page.
"Ok."
We started reading the play again and she did better. As we read our lines, we got to the part where I was supposed to try and kiss the woman. Mom resisted me like she was supposed to and giggled a bit in the process. It was playful and fun, mom didn't seem to mind. Then I lightly felt her ass and tried to kiss her again, she resisted but not as much. As I kissed her on the cheek, then I rested my hands on the sides of her ass respectfully. My cock was hard from feeling mom's ass, and I think she felt my boner, but I wasn't sure.
I was so glad mom didn't pull my hands off her ass, that made my night. Feeling her smooth curvy ass was a dream come true. Mom really was a big help that night, and I thanked her after. She seemed a little flustered but played it off and went to her room. I didn't see again that night, I gave her some space and let her cool off. I didn't even try to spy on her, I just finished my homework and went to bed like a good boy.
I spent all of my extra time rewriting the play between classes the next day. I designed them to be for more sexual and intimate. That evening, I was feeling bold and ready to put the moves on mom again. I wanted to rehearse the lines I wrote for us and do the actions too. I changed it a lot and printed it off in my room.
"Mom, can you help me again tonight with my lines?" I asked her nicely when I got home from classes.
"Sure honey, after dinner we can."
We had a nice dinner we got back to work on the play. Mom came down to work on the play in a red mini dress, like I requested for the scene. She took the script from me and read ahead again. As mom read the lines of the evening and saw what was coming and handed the script back to me. This scenario was early evening, and I was hitting on her in my parked car. It was a romantic scene overlooking a lake at sunset. This time she was to give in and kiss me back a little. Also, I was supposed to feel her boobs as we kissed.
"Mom, we can we do this in my car or on the sofa here." I suggested.
"What do you prefer?" She said looking frustrated.
"Well, were going to do this on a sofa in class, so let's sit here." I instructed.
"Ok, we'll sit here." She agreed annoyingly.
I started to read my new lines; I secretly rewrote for the night.
"Barbara, I wish we could be closer." I read.
"What do you mean Danny?" She answered.
