"I'm sorry you walked in on that," my mom said just after she and my dad were caught. After she turned forty, it was like the two were glued at the hip. They couldn't keep their hands off each other. I was just eighteen years old, horny as hell, and their pawing at each other didn't help.
On that particular morning, I walked downstairs to the kitchen for some breakfast before class and my dad was standing behind her, his arms wrapped around her robe-covered body, and was touching both her exposed breasts and her pussy with his mouth buried in her neck. I just stood there in shock as I watched his fingers tweak her hard nipples. Her breasts were so big, and it seemed like her nipples were enormous and erect all the time.
His other hand was teasing her clit and sliding inside her wet pussy. I could hear the wet squelching sounds above her soft moans. It made my cock instantly hard. And I was embarrassed as hell when she looked up and saw me. She immediately covered up and kissed my dad so he could leave for work.
He apologized when he came home later that night, but I remember well when she apologized. Right after the incident, I went up to my room in embarrassment and complete horniness. I lay back on my bed and immediately began masturbating to the image. She was not acting the motherly type, but I knew why my dad was horny for her. At fifty his libido was still high... and since she was only forty and had a knock-out body, he couldn't resist. What man could?
While I was masturbating, my mom knocked on the door. I quickly covered up before she entered, but I bet she knew what I was doing. Still in her robe, which frankly didn't cover up much, she stood there and apologized that I saw that. She said that she and my dad were just really in love and couldn't help it. She said I'd understand one day.
I couldn't help but stare at her boobs behind her flimsy robe! The boobs that my dad had been fondling. The nipples he had been pinching and pulling. She even caught me looking and just smiled when our eyes met, so I mumbled my own apology for seeing them and did everything I could to just leave the house and go to school. God I was so embarrassed! But ever since then I couldn't help but be attracted to her. She was nothing like a typical mom. She wore revealing clothing... sometimes without a bra... sometimes just wearing a robe or a bikini around the house. And it drove me crazy. I bet I masturbated two or three times every single day just thinking about her.
When I was nineteen I noticed that she kept the bathroom door partially opened when she showered. Granted, it was off the master bedroom and was technically private. But after stumbling in there one day, looking for a book my dad had wanted me to read and finding the bathroom door open, I spent a lot of time there every day afterwards, just hiding behind the doorframe, watching her shower. I couldn't believe how hot she was, standing there naked, her hands roaming over her body.
And at the end of every shower, she'd masturbate. She'd lean back against the wall, her hand buried in her pussy, and she'd stroke it hard and fast while her other hand squeezed her breast. That image was burned into my brain and only intensified my desire for her... a desire that I was embarrassed to even have, but couldn't help. She was my mom for heaven's sake. It wasn't right!
But even as I thought that, I found my cock hard in my hand and I stroked it until I came. Every time.
After that, when I showered, I even left my bathroom door slightly open, hoping against hope that she'd be interested and peek in. I was hoping that seeing my naked body, seeing me masturbate in the shower, would get her all hot and bothered. All in all, I wanted her to want me as much as I wanted her. I caught what I thought were glimpses of her, some shadows, but nothing more. I was never sure if she spied on me or not. In my imagination she did... and that led to intense fantasies.
It wasn't long before I migrated to watching porn online, especially MILF porn. And I started stealing her panties from the laundry. I'd smell how good they were while I rubbed my cock in the privacy of my room, looking at videos and pictures. Then I'd wrap their silkiness around my cock and stroke myself until I came all over them. Afterwards, I'd slip them back into the laundry so she wouldn't find out.
I specifically remember the day of my twentieth birthday as the day that changed everything. My mom was going to take me to school because my car broke down. So after I showered and dressed I went downstairs to the kitchen for breakfast. As always, mom was with dad before he went to work. I could hear their noises as soon as I got to the bottom of the stairs. And as I'd done more of recently, I crept to the archway leading to the kitchen and peeked inside.
My mom was on her knees in front of my dad. They were turned so that my dad was facing away from me and mom's head was moving in and out. I couldn't see everything, but I had a pretty good idea what she was doing and I got instantly hard. I started stroking myself through my jeans as I just stood and watched, leaning against the archway.
She was wearing the flimsy robe she normally wore and it was untied and draped open. I could see her breasts gently bouncing behind it and, below, she wore a pair of frilly black panties that seemed to barely hide her pussy. Every now and again her hand would slide between her legs and into her panties as she fingered herself.
I was surprised after about 30 seconds when she looked up and saw me. Our eyes locked and I got the faintest hint that she wanted me to watch. Maybe it was the slight smile. Maybe it was a glimmer in her eyes. I don't know. She didn't slow down, stop, or do anything to indicate to my dad that I was even there. And it seemed to me that she even redoubled her efforts to make him cum for her, using her hand to stroke his length while she rhythmically sucked on just the tip.
The sucking, licking, and moaning sounds she was making were driving me insane with lust and they obviously excited my dad, too. He was groaning softly with nearly every stroke and every suckle. I could only imagine what it felt like to be in her mouth like that. And I had to admit, it was a fantasy of mine.
"Cum for me," she whispered while pumping his cock with her hand.
With a loud series of grunts that my dad could barely suppress, he came in my mom's mouth. She let it all fill her, dutifully swallowing every drop, not daring to let his cock leave her mouth. She sucked and licked him gently for another minute as he calmed down.
She finally stood and kissed his cheek, telling him how wonderful he was and how wonderful he tasted.
"We can't keep doing this," he said sternly. "It's... it's not right. You're my wife not some fucking street whore." He kissed her back on the forehead curtly as he refastened his pants. I could see a little disappointment in her eyes before I ducked and hid again. I heard him turn and walk out the door to head for work as I bolted back up the stairs to my bedroom.
"Vince?" I heard her call behind me. "Vince?" She was walking up the stairs to my bedroom. "I'm not mad at you, I just want to talk."
My cock was raging beneath my jeans as I fell onto my bed. I wish I could just run away, hide, and beat off. But she wouldn't let me. And now I was trapped. I heard her knock lightly on my door.
"Vince? Can I come in a second?" she asked. And then the door opened, slowly. She closed it behind her after she entered. Her robe wasn't tied, but it draped down to hide much of the body I'd seen exposed just minutes ago. Her breasts were covered at least.
She was an incredibly sexy woman and my cock leapt, throbbing with desire for her.
"Again, I'm sorry you walked in on that. I swear we don't plan to..."
"It's ok," I said, barely able to make eye contact. In fact, my eyes were unable to leave her chest, barely hidden behind that thin material and threatening to be exposed any minute.
"Ok. Ok." she said softly. "There was something else I wanted to ask you about, too."
"Yeah?" I asked, impatient. I just needed to be alone. I just needed some relief. She walked closer to the bed, reached down, and pulled one of my magazines out from under my mattress.
"This."
"Oh my god mom!" I said, now even more embarrassed than ever. I tried to grab it from her, but she moved it away too quickly. I covered my face with my hands. Could this day get any worse?
"It's ok Vince... really. I just... I wasn't spying on you or anything, but I found these while I was taking your sheets off to wash them. Honest. I don't really care if you look at them. I... I was just wondering..."
"What?" I mumbled from behind my hands.
"I noticed the women in these magazines are older... with younger guys. Is... is that something you like looking at? Is that something you... you fantasize about?" She was holding the magazine, rifling through the pages, looking at one or two as she passed them.
"I don't know," I answered, too embarrassed to tell the truth and unable to even look at her.
She opened to one page and gave it a better look. "I have to tell you that these pictures are... pretty hot." She turned the page around to show me. It was one of my favorite pictorials, too, with an older woman and a younger man. The woman was undressing in front of him while he masturbated. "Do you... like looking at older women's bodies?"
She set the magazine down and just looked down at me. "I know you've watched me in the shower." She held the edges of her robe, threatening to open it as I stared in disbelief. "I often wondered if you'd come in. If you'd just walk into the bathroom and open the shower door, catching me. And then..." she didn't continue her fantasy, but I had a good idea what she was thinking.
"I have to admit, I watched you, too... while you were in the shower. A few times at least. I assume you left the door open on purpose. Maybe hoping I'd watch you. Your body... excited me," she said, licking her lips. "It's hard to see behind the glass doors, but what I did see... was incredible."
She stood there with a far-away look in her eyes, as if reliving the memory... and fantasy.
"Do you like looking at my body?" she asked timidly. She opened her robe wider, let it slide down her arms, and tossed it aside. Her hands moved up her torso until she grabbed and squeezed her breasts.
I was completely captivated, unable to move or speak as this unfolded before me.
"Do you like my breasts?" she asked as her fingers lightly circled her nipples. I watched them get very hard by her touch and it excited me. "Most guys like to call them tits," she said as she pinched and pulled her nipples. She moaned softly as the pain and pleasure radiated through her body. "Do you call them tits?"
"Yeah," I said softly, my eyes transfixed on her chest. "They're... beautiful," I mumbled.
"Say it," she whispered. "Please..."
I was confused for a moment, wondering what she wanted. But then hit me. "Your tits are beautiful."
She smiled, her eyes shining with lust and need. "I like that. It sounds... dirty... to hear you say it." She played with her tits for a moment, her fingers pinching and pulling her nipples before she lifted it to her mouth and licked them. Her hands then slid lower as she watched my eyes, watched the expression of desire and lust on my face. Her hands found her skimpy, black panties and one slid inside, obviously sliding over her clit.
"Do you call this a... pussy? Or maybe cunt, like they do in the magazines? They like to show their cunts to those young boys, don't they?"
I sat dumbfounded, my cock throbbing in my pants. I couldn't take my eyes off her hands, her fingers dancing between her thighs.
"Tell me Vince. Say it."
I nervously licked my lips and could hear her moan in response. "Your pussy looks so good."
She smiled, hoping to hear just that. "I see you're getting excited," she whispered, looking directly at my crotch. My cock was certainly hard now, painfully hard, pressing against the front of my jeans. "Aren't you?"
"Yes," I whispered. I was very excited, to put it mildly.
