Bobby was home from college on summer break and wasn't sure why couldn't sleep in past 7am. As he woke and stumbled out of his bedroom towards the bathroom down the hall he noticed a handwritten note attached to the door...."Bobby, your clothes from school are folded on my bed...I didn't want to wake you...please put them away. I had to run some errands and will be home around 9....love, Mom".
His mom Carol was 43 and maintained a great looking body. Bobby would always try to sneak a peek down her blouses and would often tease her by slapping her ass like a football buddy. Carol was about 5'6 115lbs, 34C with well toned abs and legs. Bobby loved her long brown hair and green eyes. She was beautiful to him and many others. Bobby's attention didn't go unoticed. She would often catch him looking. Though she would always dress very conservative Carol loved the attention. She had been divorced from Bobby's father for a about 3 yrs and would take vacation whenever Bobby came home on college break. She enjoyed looking at Bobby too. He was 6'0, 220lbs, very muscular and didn't wear much at all around the house. Bobby chose never to bring any girlfriends home to mom...he didn't want to spoil the attention she would give him.
After Bobby stepped out of the shower he did as he was told and went into his mother's bedroom.
As Bobby was pulling the folded clothes into his arms he noticed a book on his mothers night stand. It looked more like a diary. He dropped the clothes back onto his mother's bed....looked around the room and gently picked up the book. The lock was open and perhaps mistakenly left out in the open. He flipped through the handwritten pages to the day's date. It read..."I am sooo happy Bobby is home. He looks so yummy in those yellow college shorts. He reminds me so much of Max (Bobby's father). Bobby's muscles remind me of the days when Max would push me onto the bed and fuck me doggy style for hours then make me beg for more...." Bobby couldn't believe what he was reading. The words made him hard as a rock. He gently laid the diary back down as he found it...scooped up his clothes and ran to his bedroom. As he removed his towel and started to stroke his cock with thoughts of fucking his mom he had another thought. He quickly stopped and looked through the clothes for his yellow football shorts. He was having another idea and didn't want to spoil his excitement by cumming too soon.
Bobby ran downstairs to the kitchen and started pulling the pancake mix out of the cabinet. As he pulled out the maple syrup from the pantry he heard the back door open. It was his mother walking in with a bag of groceries. Bobby rushed to his mom to help her. Carol not only appreciated his help but also appreciated the fact that he was not wearing a t-shirt and probably no underwear by the looks of his shorts. Bobby seldom wore a t-shirt around the house in June.
Carol glancing over at the counter at the breakfast stuff apologize saying that she was sorry that she wasn't home to make his breakfast. She said that she thought that he would sleep in. Bobby laughed and said...."I tried so hard to sleep in". Carol instructed Bobby to sit down at the table and that she would make them both some breakfast. Carol went on to say that she would to go out and get stuff for dinner for Vicky's visit. Bobby's sister was coming over for dinner. She didn't get along with her mother but felt obligated to make an appearance when Bobby was in town.
As Carol prepared the pancakes Bobby couldn't help but to turn around and admire her figure beneath her knee length dress with long flared sleeves. Bobby laughed and said, "Gee mom I didn't know you were Amish". Carol shot back with, "hey with a college guy in the house I have to cover up as best as I can"....with that she turned and asked...."how's this?" as her right hand came off of the skillet and slowly pulled the hem of her dress up to mid-thigh. Bobby cheered from the kitchen table....MORE! MORE!...WE WANT MORE! They both laughed.
After breakfast Bobby got up to help his mom with the dishes but she pushed him down saying, "relax enjoy the newspaper". Bobby shifted his attention back towards the sports as Carol continued to remove stuff from the table. As Carol reached from behind Bobby's head to grab the bottle of maple syrup her loose sleeve dipped into Bobby's plate filled with syrup. She and Bobby were unaware until Carol turned to leave. Bobby felt a warm stream of syrup land on his six pack abs and chest...."WHAT THE FUCK"!!! Carol reached the counter and asked what was wrong. Bobby pushed back his chair and pointed to his chest, stomach, and crotch.....it was as if someone shot him with a water gun filled with syrup. Then his pointed at the floor at the stream of syrup all of the way to his mother's feet.
Carol apologized profusely as she grabbed the first thing she could find.....tissue. As she reached Bobby and started to dabbed his chest with the tissue...her sleeve continued to drip onto his shorts and thighs. Bobby...exploded with anger...."you stupid bitch....tissue was all you could think of"? Carol stood up straight with her head bowed like a beaten dog. It's your fucking Amish dress that caused this! TAKE IT OFF NOW AND CLEAN ME UP!!! HURRY UP DAMMIT...I'M ALL STICKY!!! Carol with her head bowed...didn't say anything as she reached behind her and slowly but steadily lowered her zipper. She removed the dress from her shoulders and the plain brown dress fell to her feet. She had kicked off her shoes earlier as she cooked. Now she stood in from of her 20 yr old son in her white lacey bra and matching panties.
Boddy didn't stare...he pretended to be too upset. He didn't want his mom to realize what was happening. She was still in shock from his abusive language. The same language that caused her to leave Max....yet on some level she missed the controlling words and tone of his voice. Bobby....said, "well....clean me up dammit"!!! As Carol turned to go back into the kitchen for a wet towel....Bobby grabbed her arm and said, "NO"! I want YOU to clean it up you fucking bitch! Carol lowered her head...as Bobby said....I want you to lick and suck the syrup off off me.
Bobby reached up and grabbed the back of his mother's hair and pulled her face down to his chest. As he did this he scooted his chair out a little to allow her more room in front of the table. Carol's mind was spinning.....she didn't know what to do. She was frozen with fear...but her pussy was wet with excitement. She slowly lowered her head more some with the force of Bobby's hand and some on her own. As the left side of her face passed by Bobby's she could feel his breath on her cheek and she felt his eyes focused on her breasts.
