No minors are involved in sexual activities in this story, any names or locations are purely coincidental.
My step father Louis gave me one year to find a job, get a place to rent, and move out. I was 18, it was time to be a man, he said. It was his go to phrase when he wanted to convince me and my half brothers to do things.
Problem was in a dying town no one was hiring, even when family was involved. Louis tried to get me on as a helper at his shipping company but the owner was struggling to keep his current list of employees as is.
So I wandered the town in search of a job surrounded by dozens of places to rent. It was an excuse to run again since I no longer had football practice and the local gym was across town. I figured if I was spotted running a local business might be more open to hiring me if they had seen me a few times.
During the summer Jr and Allen were at camp and Louis worked a desk job at his shipping department. He used to drive a truck but a back injury prevented him from driving. Along with doing a lot of things around the house.
Our old ranch style house was built in the 70's. The upstairs was renovated to modern decor but downstairs was like stepping back in time, brown panel board, shag carpet and an assortment of old, miss matched furniture.
There was a book with a red cover and a web page called "How to Pick up Women Fast" that changed my life mostly because by the time I was out of high school, I learned it was a great "What not to do" book.
Surprisingly I learnt that because mom caught me with it. It was her who told me most of it was garbage. At first it felt strange being taught by my mother how to meet women but after a while it was normal.
Over time my freedom from school, practice and homework led to late night browsing. While online I found a webpage and the way I saw my mother changed.
At first, it seemed strange but I was drawn back to it over and over. Perhaps if my mother didn't have big brown eyes with long natural lashes, a big beautiful smile, and a cute little round nose I would have stayed away. She was a mature woman but still looked like the girl next door.
Many of our friends considered her cute even at thirty-nine. She always kept her wavy light brown hair just past her shoulder blades. Blessed with a naturally small waist line and full breasts and a wide but sexy ass. She was "The mom" everyone else dreamt of, but she wasn't just a milf, she was on the edge of being a pawg.
At games, she cheered on the whole team, sometimes both teams. Once I saw the whole bench of the opposing team stealing glimpses of her. As if my teammates needed more fuel for the milf jokes she always drove a mini van.
Because of this it was hard not to imagine her in the situation when the people on the website spoke of sex as if it was a game, something every consenting adult could do.
Not only that but it seemed as if the forum was filled with mothers. They had many reasons for having sex with their sons. Some were curious, others did it to protect their sons, and some just found it thrilling.
Until then I never imagined a woman could think of their son in that way. Then inspired by lust and curiosity I tested the theory and advice from the forum.
For months I had started applying the very same techniques she had been teaching me. They were as simple as listening to the woman. Give them your fullest attention. Plus taking a genuine interest in their lives, noticing a change in hairstyle, a new bracelet or when they were in a good mood.
The good mood was important because the person's mind was open to a light touch, a mild flirtatious joke or a simple greeting that could become more.
Bad moods were a time for comforting and good moods were a time for flirting. It was hard not to think of her advice in the same context of Louie's advice on reeling in a fish.
Being in sports I was always athletic but over the past few months I had turned up the pressure. I lifted heavier weights, ran five miles three times a week and learned about supplements.
Then there was Louise. In my mind Louise was impotent and fat and mom was wasting her prime years as a woman on him. Even looking back at his younger years in pictures I always questioned how someone like him could have a beautiful woman like her.
But she wouldn't leave him, probably because of us boys. For years they had been growing apart. It started after his injury. They began sleeping in separate beds eventually it became separate rooms. Which was the reason I had to move downstairs in my senior year.
About the same time, mom stopped hairdressing and got a part time job as a librarian assistant. She said she always dreamed of working in a library even if it paid less.
Late at night she sat in front of her laptop writing romance novels, a secret I had stumbled upon one night in the kitchen, when her laptop froze. When it came back on it returned to where it was left and she blushed. We laughed and ever since then it was our little secret.
Somewhere along this time she began to morph, she began eating healthier, the sun dresses she wore were more provocative with lower cuts revealing a toned shapely figure, and her step had a bit of extra bounce.
Reading the forums and all the mothers testimonies and advice my hormone filled brain concluded mom was over sexed and under serviced.
The more I thought of it the more I became convinced of it. Then one Sunday my efforts all came together.
Sunday was a running day and today was exceptionally hot.
Louis sat in his recliner with a beer in his hand, his light blue button-down shirt was undone on top and the underside of his gut was exposed. He looked up at me and nodded then returned his attention to the game.
Sweat dripped from my brow as I trotted down the stairs into the basement and opened my bedroom door to see Mom kneeling at the side of my bed. Reaching under the bed, the cream thin sun dress she wore followed the crease of her round heart-shaped ass.
Upon my arrival she shot up, her light brown hair hung over her face as she turned to look back at me.
"I stopped keeping my porn under there years ago." I said.
She rolled her eyes and smirked at me. "I don't care if you have porn anymore. But your room is a mess. When was the last time you cleaned it?"
My wet shirt clung to me as I pulled it over my head.
Mom stood up and playfully slapped my stomach with the back of her hand. "You can at least wait until I'm out of the room."
"I hit some bugs or something and they still feel like they're crawling around my neck and hair." I said.
Mom leaned in closer and brushed her hand over my shoulder. She paused and admired the muscles I had packed on the past few months. Then let her fingers drift over my chest. "I don't see anything." she cleared her throat and looked away from my eyes, "Just grab a shower, you're all sweaty anyways."
The way she looked at me made me think back to a comment made by one of the mothers. "A woman needs sex just like a man, even mothers."
I nodded my head and headed straight for the shower. But the thoughts and phrases from the website wouldn't leave my mind. It was a fast shower and when I stepped out I didn't bother to dry off hoping it would help me cool down.
Through boredom and pent up lust I decided to step out wearing only a towel.
Across the hall mom never noticed me as she held her phone in front of her.
Her thin floral sun dress hugged her waist and crease of her ass. On the table in front of her was a laundry basket filled with multicolored strings and lace.
She hummed to herself on her phone in the laundry room. Her sandals sat in the hall and she scrunched her bare toes in the shag carpet and relaxed. Her knees were tight together with one knee bent so she could rub her calves together.
Quietly I stepped closer to get a better view of her. The sight of her made me stop and admire her figure through the dress, her narrow waist with wide hips and shoulders.
Her knees rubbed together and her toes curled into the carpet, the table she worked at had thongs, bras and g strings, some rolled up and the rest heaped in a pile on the table.
She bit her lip and scrolled one page over. Her hand trailed down from her chin, over her collarbones and breasts. The hem of her collar caught on her pinkie and tugged at the top button of her dress. She continued down over her stomach and returned her hand back in the same motion.
As I watched her, my cock hardened. She was so engrossed in the story she didnt notice me. The game upstairs on TV masked the ambient sounds down stairs. She was oblivious to it all as she touched her breasts through the cotton fabric. Her nipples grew hard and pressed through her thin bra and dress. Her index finger swirled around the tiny lump until it grew into a large pea sized lump.
A low quiet moan left her throat and she paused. I was frozen in place as she was masturbating or doing something of the sort. With that I was more convinced that she was over sexed and underserviced.
As my mind accepted that my cock filled with blood and the weight of the towel made it feel like it would bend and break.
She looked up as the music broke and another can was cracked open. In a casual glance she looked back over her shoulder with large glossy eyes.
Fearing she would spot my erection I stepped forward and put my hand on the small of her back pretending I had seen nothing. She jumped and let out a high pitched yelp.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I was just going to see what you were up to." I said.
She covered her chest and laughed, "That's okay, ha, you caught me, I was just reading some reviews of mine." Her pupils were full in her large brown eyes. Her face and chest was flush. With one hand on her shoulder I massaged the muscles in her neck with my thumb.
