This story explores intimate sexual relationships between family members. None of these characters are based on real people. This is meant to be a plausible fantasy for your enjoyment only. This complies with the Literotica guidelines, especially the exclusion of any characters under the age of 18. Comments welcome. Copyright 2023.
Plenty of people have told me already that twenty-three is too young to be married with a couple of kids, so don't bother. I've heard it before.
My name is Nick Glaser. My wife is an older woman and she feels she has a limited amount of child-bearing time left, so we just went ahead. And, yes, we're one of those couples who have a wide gulf in our ages.
She's 39. I'm 23, as I said. But see us together and you might not notice that difference. Because I married one of the hottest, sexiest, most youthful and most beautiful women you'll ever meet. And that's not just her husband talking. Anyone who knows Jennifer would be gushing the same praise.
She's five feet four inches of raw sensuality, voluptuous without being thick, with raven hair bobbed to the neck, deep green eyes, a slender nose above juicy and naturally red lips, a rack like nobody's business, with 36C boobs that are full and firm, sitting up on her chest and topped with rosy aureoles and nipples that swell and harden at the slightest touch. These gorgeous globes shimmy and shake all the time since she won't wear a bra, thank God.
Her creamy shoulders slope gently to shapely arms and I get hard when she flexes her toned biceps. Her abdomen is ripped from her rigid exercise program, at least an hour in the gym every day and usually more, and below her inny belly button her hips swell slightly to frame a pubic area that features a cunt with blushing lips tucked into a tight mound. At the rear, taut rounded buttocks float just under her slim waist with a deep crease to her ruby anus.
Past her erogenous zone, she has an astounding pair of muscular but shapely legs that taper to surprisingly dainty ankles and feet. Nude, Jennifer is a vision. But even if she's in cut off Daisy Dukes, sneakers and a tube top or a slinky black evening sheath with full makeup, dark thigh high stockings and sexy four-inch sling backs, there's no doubt about her beauty. It shows. Heads turn, cocks stiffen, pussies dew. She's a walking aphrodisiac.
What the heck is she doing married to a kid like me, you might ask? I still wonder about that, although I like to think of myself as halfway good looking. I ran track in high school and lettered on the tennis team at State, so I stayed slender and athletic. Wavy black hair, 6'1", deadlift 250 pounds, still run most every day, not so much tennis these days, but could keep my end of the court up if I'm playing. And there's something else.
Anyway, here's the story. I was eighteen and heading home from State for Christmas break. My mom lived about two and half hours from the campus, and I was in dorm for my freshman year but we still talked by phone a couple of times a week. She had been at our modest home in Willow by herself for the first time since my dad passed away from a wicked brain cancer when I was twelve. The illness ate up most of their reserves, but mom was an art history grad from State and had specialized in art restoration for her career, which she worked while I was a kid and continued after losing dad.
Over the years, she'd gotten a lot of respect for her ability to spot fakes of the Dutch masters and was hired frequently by museums and insurance companies when they thought they might have been defrauded or wanted to confirm an appraisal. She stayed pretty busy and made good money but was super chincy (I thought) and socked a lot away. Mostly "A" stocks like Alphabet, Amazon and Apple. So we were comfortable and she had a boatload coming if she ever cashed out.
Still a little three-bedroom ranch in Willow was what she and her chemist husband had bought and she saw no reason to change that, so that's where I grew up and where all my friends were.
Anyway, I digress.
I drove myself home on an unseasonably warm New Mexico day in this old beater that mom had bought me as a graduation present and when I pulled into the driveway, mom was sitting on the front stoop wearing thong sandals, a pair of stretchy pink shorts and a matching bikini top. She stood up as soon as I stopped and she looked...fantastic.
I'd fallen for my mother as a high school sophomore and many nights (and a lot of mornings) she was my fantasy lover as I rubbed off one to ease my raging hormones. Plenty of girls at school also attracted my gaze, and I theirs, but my unattainable fuck fantasy was my mom. It wasn't that she acted or dressed in a provocative way but the vibe I got from her was definitely sexual. And I loved it.
This afternoon she glided over as I opened the car door and threw her arms wide for a hug. I gladly gathered her in, my blood racing as I felt her plump and soft breasts pressing against me. She lifted on her tip toes and kissed me on the lips, not a first for us, but this time that racing blood headed straight to my cock and I was erect in seconds. I found that I didn't want to let my mom go, somehow this embrace after our time apart had overwhelmed something in me. I don't know, a reluctance or ambivalence that I felt about my attraction to mom had been released. For that moment, I wanted nothing more than to strip her clothes off and fuck her brains out.
I was a little slow to get there and mom stepped back before I could begin the moves to achieve that objective.
"God, Nick, I've been waiting for that hug, longing for it, missing you and wanting you with me for all these months," she said, looking at me with her green eyes sparkling.
"I'm glad to be home, mom, with a couple of weeks to hang with you and just enjoy you," I replied, nasty thoughts running through my head.
"I have blocked all those days on my calendar so there are no jobs for me until well after you go back to school," she said smiling.
"I will be soaking up your loveliness, then, all day, every day, until you are completely tired of me being around," I said with my own smile.
"Grab your bags and let's get inside," she answered.
Mom turned and walked back towards the house, the firm cheeks of her ass waving at me sensually. At once, I wanted to place my lips all over those fleshy orbs and slip my hand into the junction of her thighs to rub her pucker and pussy. I lifted my backpack and tote out of the back seat and followed her, mesmerized.
As soon as we were in the front door, mom turned and faced me, reaching behind her back to the bikini top tie and then paused.
"Nick, honey, I have to tell you something I've discovered about myself in this time you have been away," she said.
"OK," I replied, suddenly anxious.
"First, you have been on my mind every day and especially recently as I anticipated your coming home for break," she said.
"I love you as my son, of course, and that has only deepened while you have been away, but I've also discovered that I want to be more than a mom for you and I have wrestled with those feelings because they are very naughty and even illegal," she continued, lowering her eyes to the tent in my shorts created by my rampant erection.
"Sitting on the front steps this afternoon, I decided...I want to be naked in front of you, for you to see all my womanly parts, the thought has been making me really hot and excited and I hope it will not be shocking to you," she finished, untying the bikini top and lifting it from her tits. Those beautiful spheres made me gasp with arousal, they were the most perfect breasts I had ever seen, firm and round, with minimal sag and topped with succulent pink rosettes and stiff nipples.
I could barely catch my breath, my heart was hammering in my chest, my eyes wide as I dropped my bags on the floor and all I could stammer was, "Oh, my Lord, mom, oh, jeez, oh, wow, you...you."
