It was 8am, I had just woken up when I heard a knock on my door. "Just a sec. don't come in." I told my mom as I dropped my boxers to the floor to change them, but apparently the only words she heard were "come in." because all of a sudden my door was swung open.
So there I was standing up stark naked as she walked in. My usual 7 inch morning wood was throbbing, standing up straight out at her. I quickly tried to cover myself up.
"Oh god, I'm so sorry honey. I didn't mean to..." but she didn't finish her sentence. It looked as if her eyes were glued to my crotch which stopped her talking suddenly.
"Ughh, mom...hello? Do you mind letting me get dressed?" I asked her. Quickly she looked back up to my face. "Oh, sorry babe, yeah finish up and then meet me downstairs, I made breakfast."
So I threw on some new boxers, some shorts and a T-shirt and headed downstairs. My hair was a mess and it looked like I had just gotten up from a hangover, but I didn't really care what I looked like since I was off of work today.
"Morning kiddo!" My mom let out as I entered the kitchen. I wasn't a big fan of the word "kiddo" anymore since I was now 19 years old, but I went along with it.
"Morning mom." I said as I let out a yawn and sat down at the table. My mom then stopped cooking and looked back at me. "Listen Ethan, I'm sorry I barged in on you, I didn't mean to, I swear." I laughed, "Don't worry about it mom, no big deal." I lied. I was completely embarrassed. I couldn't believe my mom had now seen my cock for the first time since I was a kid...especially since I was completely erect at the time.
"So what's for breakfast?" I asked, trying to stir away from that conversation about what had happened.
My mother, Tori, smiled. "I'm making hash browns, biscuits, bacon, and...sausage."
I couldn't help but notice that she had let out a little cough and looked back at me when she said "sausage". I looked down at my cock then back at her. 'Is she still fixated on seeing me?' I thought to myself.
I mean this was my mother after all, it was extremely weird to think that she was looking sexually at her own son. It was weird though, I don't know why, but my mind sort of liked it.
My mom never really got into the dating scene after my parents split up six years ago, and I have no idea why. It's embarrassing to say, but my mom was one of the hottest women I had ever seen.
Even after having two kids, at 38 she still looked as good as ever. A slim figure at about 140 pounds with curves in all the right places. Her ass wasn't extremely big by any means, but still hot non the less. And her breasts, if I had to guess were about a large C cup. At times, my eyes too couldn't help but stare at her beautiful figure, especially when she exercised.
I myself on the other hand, to myself, didn't seem like the guy many girls would go for. I wasn't hugely muscular, i did'nt have six pack abs, or look like a movie star like you would see in any porn video you'd watch. I just felt average, but then the thought of my mother looking at my manhood brightened my thoughts. Maybe there was one thing I had going for me.
After breakfast I told my mom I was going to go head back upstairs and take a shower. She smiled and nodded her head. "Okay babe."
As she smiled, I noticed her looking down at me again. "Mom, you okay?" I asked.
"Oh, mm hmm." She said looking back up. "Have a nice shower!"
"Thanks." I replied.
As I jumped in and started to wash up, within a few minutes I swear I had heard my bathroom door open. "Hey mom, is that you?" I asked, but there was no response. Then after another few minutes, I heard a creak from the tiles on the floor. I was curious as to what was going on, so I grabbed for the shower curtain and slid it to the side. As my eyes adjusted, all I noticed was my bathroom door closing slowly. I couldn't believe it. 'Is she trying to spy on me?' I thought. I was strikingly curious now and so I needed to know.
I hopped out of the shower, dried off, and then got redressed. I then headed back downstairs where I saw my mom sitting on the couch.
"Hey Ethan, come sit down honey, we can watch a movie." My mom told me. I said okay and so I sat down beside her. "So what do you want to watch?" She asked. But I answered back in a way she didn't expect.
"I know what you want to watch mom." I told her.
"What's that babe?" She asked in and interested tone.
I smiled. "Me."
She looked worried. "Don't deny it mom. Ever since this morning I can tell you've been looking at me. I know you were just in my bathroom when I was taking my shower."
She looked shy. "Honey, okay you're right. I don't know why, but I have been thinking about you this morning...but today hasn't been the only day." She said scared.
"Are you serious mom?"
"Yes." She said looking at the floor. "I know it's disgusting to think about, but I've been listening to you jerk off whenever I can, and I've been playing with myself thinking about you. I know incest is completely wrong, but I can't help myself...that's why I haven't gone out with any other men. All I can think about is you."
I fumbled around with what I wanted to say. "Listen mom, it's okay. If it's any consolation, I've had feelings for you too. It's actually quite funny, you know those times I jerked off...a lot of them were thinking about you."
My mom's eyes glued back up to mine. "Really?"
I nodded, then pulled her lips into mine. We kissed for several minutes when all of a sudden my mom pulled her shirt and bra off and threw them across the room-her beautiful tits dropped out right into my view. I then too did the same with my own shirt.
