Patrick hadn't quite had the birthday he had intended.
All his best laid plans for a few drinks with his buddies at the lake, a roaring campfire, maybe a hand job from the cute girl from his psych class he liked, all laid to waste by his parent's insistence that they all sat down for a meal at home, and then spent what his Mom had called 'quality family time' together. Sitting around the kitchen table playing cards for bottle tops with his parents and his little sister was not the birthday celebration he had in mind.
At least his Dad had let him have a few beers, and his Mom was wearing the cute summer dress he really liked, the one with the thin straps that slipped off her shoulder and rested gently on her pale arms when she had had a couple of gin and tonics. The one that floated elegantly about her thighs and caused him to think thoughts no boy ever should about his own Mom.
She was sitting across the table from him now, laughing easily at his rubbish jokes, her long wavy, red hair hanging lightly across her freckled shoulders, her bracelets dancing casually around her slender wrists. Her piercing green eyes met his over the top of her cards, and she smiled. If she wasn't his mother, he'd think she was flirting with him.
As she tried to focus on her cards, Patrick took the opportunity to look more closely at his Mom. He loved the way her cheeks flushed after a few drinks, the way she ran her fingers through her hair, and bit her lip and closed one eye when she was concentrating. She looked good for her age, she always had; she'd always been the envy of his friends, he'd had to learn to live with the jokes, always kidding around, talking about how sexy his hot Momma was. He'd brushed it off as banter but the older he got, the more he found it difficult to deny that he agreed with them.
His Mom was hot, and they both knew it.
Swigging the last of the warm beer from the neck of the brown glass bottle, Patrick noticed that his Dad had reached his lame-ass four beer limit. He saw him look at the clock, check his watch for confirmation, and then look back at the clock. With his bedtime approaching, his Dad went all in his next hand with a crappy pair of threes, happy to relinquish his bottle top bounty, before standing up, kissing his wife on the head, wishing his eldest son happy birthday with a big hug and a manly slap on the back, before sloping off to bed. His sister Lexi soon followed, giving her brother a more delicate hug, before following their Dad up the stairs and disappearing into her own little world.
With the world's worst 19th birthday party abruptly finished, Patrick stared hard into the neck of his almost empty bottle. His Mom stood and started to clear the empty bottles from the table, her dress falling so sexily over her cute ass. Patrick shook his head, trying to clear those kinds of thoughts from his mind. She wasn't Maryann the MILF to him, she was his actual mother.
He drained the dregs of his beer and decided he should probably go to bed himself, but before he had a chance to stand, she had popped open another bottle and placed it on the table. She sat on the table next to him, the slit in her dress exposing more thigh than he was comfortable with. He swallowed hard, trying to ignore the fact his cock was growing hard in his pants. He shifted uncomfortably, positioning himself further under the table, trying to hide his erection.
"How was your birthday baby?" she cooed, running her finger seductively around the rim of the bottle he clasped firmly in his hand. Patrick made to answer but before he could force any words up his dry throat, his Mom put her finger to his lips, and brought her face close to his. "I have one more present for you Paddy, but it's a present you can't tell your Dad about, ok?" Patrick nodded hesitantly, not really sure what was coming next.
His Mom kissed him gently on the forehead, as any Mom might kiss their son, a light, simple kiss. He couldn't help notice how when she kissed him, her not inconsiderable cleavage hovered in his eyeline, as if inviting his gaze. He wondered if she did that intentionally. Resting her head on his, she allowed him to stare, enjoying the feeling of his eyes on her skin.
With one hand on the side of his face, she moved her lips down to his, pressing them lightly against him, allowing the kiss to linger longer than it should. Sensing his reluctance, she pulled her lips from his but kept her face close, her eyes searching for a reaction.
"It's ok baby," she reassured him.
Slowly he nodded.
Encouraged, she climbed onto his lap, straddling his thighs, her ass pressed against his legs, her dress sliding up her legs, exposing her pale thighs. She kissed him again, this time with more intention, her lips pressed firmly to his. Having overcome his initial reluctance, Patrick eagerly kissed his mother back, pushing his lips hard against hers, his tongue snaking between her lips. She found his hand with hers, and locking her fingers into his, pressed it against her breasts, her nipple hard against the palm of his hand through the soft material of her dress.
Leaning hard into their kiss, his Mom used her hands to expertly unbuckle his belt, and reach inside his pants. She heard him groan as she stroked him through his boxer shorts, his cock growing harder with every stroke. When her fingertips found the flesh of his shaft, she thought he might cum instantly but he held back, before looking deep into her eyes.
"Mom.." he mumbled, "We can't do this."
Patrick held his breath as his Mom climbed off his lap. He instantly regretted his decision but before he had time to change his mind she put her leg on the table, her dress falling to one side, exposing her red panties, the colour contrasting vividly with the soft, alabaster tone of her inner thighs.
"Is it ok if we don't touch, birthday boy?" she asked seductively, sliding her hand inside her panties. Patrick swallowed hard, his nod barely perceptible as his eyes were transfixed on his Mom's hand. He watched her as her finger slowly ran the length of her pussy, teasing her lips open before pressing gently on her clit, causing her to let out a little whimper.
As he watched his Mom touch herself through the sheer red of her panties, Patrick's hand instinctively reached for his cock. He blushed slightly as his Mom watched him slowly but firmly run his hand the length of his shaft in strong, rhythmic strokes. Licking her lips, she pulled her panties to one side, and pushed a finger inside herself. He started to stroke faster, in time with her more urgent playing, pulling harder and faster on his cock as his Mom used one hand to slide two fingers in and out of her dripping wet pussy, and the other to pinch her nipples through her dress.
Sensing they were both getting close his Mom stopped, leaned forward, and whispered in his ear "Paddy my big baby boy.. Do you want to taste Mommy?" All Patrick could do was nod, the scent of her body in his nose and the sound of her voice in his ear almost hypnotising him. Without another word she locked her eyes on his, drew her finger up, and pushed it into his mouth. "How does Mommy taste baby? Do you like that?"
Patrick sucked hungrily on his Mom's finger, the taste of her pussy filling his mouth. With the fingers of one hand in his mouth and the other slowly stroking his cock, she knew she had to taste him. She slipped her finger out of his mouth, pushed his chair back and dropped to her knees. Without breaking eye contact, she purred "oh Pat, my baby boy, look how you've grown," before licking his shaft, from the base, all the way to the tip. "Such a big Mommy's boy; Mommy's gonna give you the best present you ever had."
She pushed her lips to the end of his cock, parting them just enough to allow her tongue to tease his opening. His eyes rolled back in his head, the feeling of his hot Mom's hot mouth circling his rock hard cock almost causing his balls to explode.
Growing in confidence and forgetting for a moment his Dad was asleep just up the stairs and that his sister could come into the room at any moment, Patrick gingerly put his hands on his Mom's head, feeling the steady rhythm of her mouth teasing and sucking on his head as he ran his fingers through her thick red hair.
Encouraged by his Mom's appreciative moan that vibrated through him right through to his balls, he bunched her hair in his fist, let his head fall back and pushed her head down, feeding his full length between her thin red lips. She opened her mouth and slid her lips down the length of his shaft, taking every inch into her willing throat.
Patrick couldn't believe what was happening, was this a dream? He pinched his arm but no, there she was, his mother, in his favourite dress of hers, on her knees between his thighs, sucking and slurping on his thick cock as if it was her last meal. He could feel her tongue working hard, one hand massaging his full length, the other playing with his balls. He could feel her hair brushing lightly on his stomach, the scent of her perfume filling his nostrils as she looked up at him, her eyes locking on to his, a trail of sticky saliva drooling from her lips to his glistening cock.
"Don't stop Mom," Patrick gasped, using his superior strength to push her head down onto his cock, rocking his hips to feed his big dick further into her mouth. He tightened his grip on her hair dictating the pace, pushing her head down as he thrust his hips up, fucking his Mom's pretty face. He could hear her gagging, and watched the carefully applied mascara trickle run down her flawless cheeks as her eyes began to water at the size and force of the cock being rammed down her throat.
Just as he was contemplating if he could cum in his own Mom's mouth, she dug her nails into his thighs, and pulled her mouth back from his cock. Breathing hard at the face pounding she had been receiving she climbed to her feet, and swung her leg over his lap, once again straddling him. Wiping a mixture of saliva, pre-cum and salty mascara from her lips, she continued to stroke his spit coated cock standing proud between them.
"I've seen you watching me baby," she murmured into his ear. "I've seen your eyes linger too long on me when I've just got out of the shower."
Patrick just nodded.
"When you think you're home alone.. I've heard you sneak into my room; I know you go into my panty draw. I've watched you wrap my panties around your cock when you jerk off thinking about me. Isn't that right?"
Patrick swallowed hard, unaware that his secret obsession with his Mom's panties was in reality, not so secret. "I've found them in the wash bin baby boy, my panties still sopping wet with your cum. I know which ones you like to soil the most. These red ones, these are you favourite, right?"
Again Patrick could do nothing but nod, mesmerised as his Mom lifted her dress above her hips, once again exposing her neatly trimmed bush through the sheer red panties.
