My mom was single most of her life, and once I turned eighteen, she had a habit of being very open about her body when I was around. She would use the bathroom in front of me, bathe in front of me, dress and undress while I watched. I knew what every inch of her body looked like, and she did not seem bothered by it in the least, nor did she seem bothered by my erections. I became accustomed to seeing her completely naked, her huge, pale breasts, her coppery-orange pubic hair, how she looked when she lifted her soft belly to wipe herself after she peed. There were no secrets or boundaries when it came to my mother. It was as though she was trying to tempt me, or seduce me, though at the time, I didn't pick up on it.
I started to enjoy the sight of her naked, and she had no shame in letting me see her that way. She was on the short side, a plus-size woman, about two-hundred pounds. Thick and beautiful, with dark hair on top, but bright red pubic hair below. Her body was covered in freckles. Her breasts and hips and rear end were more than ample, and very sexy, and she had a soft round belly. She had a roll or two, but the sight of her was arousingly rubenesque, if nothing else. Any guy would be aroused by her, let alone her own son. She is the reason I am attracted to both bbw's and natural redheads. My mother also liked to wear pantyhose and high heels, which is something else I am thoroughly aroused by as an adult. To see my mother's thick thighs and calves, cocooned in nylons, cascading down into plump little ankles and feet... it's enough to make you burst in your pants. I even had a best friend who wanted to fuck her, though I always blew it off as a joke.
She teased me once, about finding pictures of naked women I had taped to the inside of my closet door. She said she found them, the pictures of those girls with their "titties and pussies showing," and followed me upstairs so I couldn't take them down before she got there. She opened my closet door, and I was caught red-handed. I felt myself turn red, but to this day, I don't know if I was embarrassed, or ashamed that I had made her jealous somehow. She smiled, and said, "I see. Well, at least you're normal." She looked at then winked at me.
We sat down on the bed, and her thick legs peeked out from the bottom of her long skirt. She was wearing pantyhose and heels, and the sight of her was getting me aroused. Those legs, the pantyhose, her tiny little toes peeking out from her sandals.
She asked me if I got hard looking at girls like that, and I said yes. She asked if I had had sex yet, and I said no.
"So no girl has seen your penis yet?" she asked.
I just shook my head, no. It was bad enough that guys in school had teased me about still being a virgin, but to admit it to my own mother. Was something else entirely.
Then she surprised me by asking, "Can I see it? I mean, your erection... Can Mommy see how big and hard you are?"
I was shocked, and I got hard again just at the mere thought of my own mother wanting to see my cock. I looked over her body. I was ready to explode. I wanted to touch her so badly it hurt.
Above all, however, I wanted to obey. She was my mother, after all, so I did as she asked. She helped me unzip and free my cock. She smiled and commented on how big and hard I was. I was normally about seven inches, but under the circumstances, for some reason, I was closer to eight.
"Would you like Mommy to touch you?" she asked. "I would do anything for my boy."
I smiled and nodded. "Yes. Please."
She groped my shaft, tickling it gently, then gripped it in her soft, pale hand. She was the first woman to touch my cock, so the head of my cock was huge, and pinkish-purple with lust. Precum dribbled out of me and down her hand like honey.
"Oh, boy," she said, and with one more stroke, I was done. My shaft tightened. My cock twitched, and I ejaculated and spurted five jets of cum all over my mom's hand and myself. She giggled, then stroked the last few drops of semen from my balls.
"You know," she said, "I don't get out much, and it does turn me on that you can come so much. I do get lonely, and it's obvious you have no problem with me touching you..."
I knew what she was getting at, but I was afraid to say it.
She leaned in close and whispered in my ear, "Go lock the door, just in case."
When I came back to the bed, she was already stripping off her skirt, heels and stockings. Soon she was as naked as could be, in my room, ready for me to do whatever it was we were about to do. The anticipation of it drove me insane. She stood there, belly and tits and hips, all big, soft, and tempting. Her bright orange hair below peeked out from beneath her belly. I wanted to touch her all over. I was hard again in no time at all.
