"Bing bong!" the doorbell rang.
Brandon ran downstairs and opened the door.
"Heeeeey!!!!" his friends Matt and Dylan said in unison.
"Hey guys, come in. I'm just gonna run upstairs and grab my stuff," Brandon said.
"Cool, we'll wait here. Oh, um, is your mum here?" Matt asked, seemingly innocently.
Brandon just rolled his eyes and dashed up to his room His mates had this affixation with his mother. They thought she was the hottest thing on the planet. They all said that if any of them had the chance to shag her they'd break up with their girlfriends like yesterday! Brandon always tried to change the subject when they started talking like this. Not because he was embarrassed by their derogatory comments, but because he was jealous of them being able to make them. He secretly fancied his mother.
Melanie Cox was quite young at 36. She had gotten pregnant with Brandon when she was just 16, which made Brandon 20. Her boyfriend at the time had been freaked out and had taken off, so Brandon had never known his father. He had been raised by his teenage mother and her parents, his grandparents. His mother had never had any other children as she was scared the father would leave again and she'd have to explain it to them. She couldn't bear to see the hurt on another child's face like she had seen on Brandon's when he was old enough to know the truth.
Melanie Cox actually looked about 25 with long luxurious chestnut hair, large sparkling emerald eyes, a petite figure, about 5'4", and had been blessed with perky breasts and a tight round ass.
Brandon had often fantasized about fucking his mother. He'd think about going into her room at night and slipping into her bed while she slept. He'd think about kissing her full lips and fondling her breasts. He'd think about her moaning in her sleep while he slipped his fingers inside her wet pussy. Then he'd think about her suddenly waking up and being surprised but pleased that it was her son doing these wonderful things to her. And he'd think of her pulling him on top of her and spreading her legs to let him bury his cock inside her.
Then he'd shake his head and make himself stop thinking these taboo things he knew he shouldn't be.
****
After grabbing his suitcase and lugging it downstairs to where his mates were waiting he saw his mom was in the kitchen.
"Hey guys, I'm just gonna say bye to my mum. Be one sec."
"Can you say hi to her for us?" Dylan asked.
"Yeah!" Matt agreed.
Brandon flipped them both the bird and made his way into the kitchen. Upon entering he saw his mother facing away from him and bent over in front of the dishwasher. Her ass was enclosed in a pair of tight dark denim jeans and he pictured himself going over, pulling them down, spreading her ass cheeks, and lapping at her tight asshole. He felt his cock twitch and start to harden.
"No, no, no, no, she's your mum!" he scolded himself.
His mother straightened and turned to face him.
"Are you off sweety?" she asked.
Brandon swallowed, willing his erection away, and nodded.
"Uh yeah, Matt and Dylan are here. So, um, I'll see you in a few days mum!"
"Alright, well have fun! Have a safe flight! Oh, Brandon, you've got plenty of condoms right?" she asked.
"Mum!" Brandon exclaimed turning red.
"Well I just hear the women are really loose down in Spain that's all! I want you to be careful if anything happens! I don't want you to...." She trailed off and looked down at her feet.
"Mum," Brandon soothed, "I'm not like him."
He walked over and gave his mother a hug.
"I know, I know. Sorry," she whispered.
Brandon drew a deep breath, inhaling the scent of her perfume. He felt her warm soft body pressed to him; her tits up against his chest. Felt her arms around him. He could feel himself beginning to harden and abruptly pulled away.
"Right, ok, well I've got to get going. So I'll see you when I get back," Brandon said.
"Ok, have fun!" his mom waved at him.
Brandon made his way back to the entrance to where his friends were waiting.
"Let's go!" he exclaimed.
Matt and Dylan hooted and the three of them made their way through the door. Matt turned around to Brandon, "Hey mate, so, um, what's your mum wearing today?"
"Aw fuck off!" Brandon shouted and shoved Matt.
Matt and Dylan laughed as the three of them got into Dylan's car and took off for a holiday of sun, drinking and sex in Spain.
****
Brandon waved to Matt and Dylan and went inside his house. He took the stairs two at a time to put his bag in his room so he could say hello to his mum. He had had quite a few erotic dreams about her and a number of good wanks in the shower thinking of her so he was looking forward to seeing her.
He got to the bottom of the stairs and saw that there were candles in the dining room and a half eaten meal set for two. That's when he heard muffled sobs coming from the kitchen. He walked to the kitchen and peeked in. His mother was leaned against the island with her back to him and her face in her hands. She was shaking slightly. Brandon wanted to go to her, to comfort her, to lightly cup her tear streaked face in his hands and kiss her gently. He wanted her to then wrap her arms around him and kiss him back. He wanted their passion and hunger for each other take over and he wanted to spin her around and bend her over and fuck her hard.
"Don't be a silly git, your mum doesn't fancy you," he scolded himself while his cock was growing hard and fat in his trousers.
Instead he walked to the opposite side of the island and cleared his throat. His mother gave a little shriek and quickly turned around.
"Oh Brandon, I didn't know you were home. I didn't hear you come in."