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Editor: HotandHollow
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Paul's Story
Part 1
Let me introduce myself, I'm Paul, and this is how I became my Mother's Lover.
This all started on my 18
th
birthday. The day went by normally, dinner was my "party," meaning my grandparents coming over, me getting lots of presents, "Yay, me!" Moving on. After my grandparents left, I was helping my mother clean up. She asked if I wanted to have a secret with her now that I was a "Man."
I gave her a funny look. "Sure, why not?"
She said, "When we are alone, I will start calling you Paul instead of Pauli."
You have to understand, to my whole family I'm Pauli, not Paul. I thought about it and said okay.
She then said, "You can't tell Dad or anyone — it wouldn't be a secret if I did."
I told her I wouldn't.
Things seemed normal for the next few days, till my dad had to go on a business trip, which he does quite often. He is a Junior V P in charge of production in a medium sized corporation.
As soon as we got back in the car after seeing him off, my mom put a hand on my knee and for the first time since our "secret" had started said, "Well, Paul, what do you want to do now that you are 'The Man of the House?' Well, till your dad gets home again anyway."
I didn't know what to say, so I said, "Let's stop by Red Lobster for dinner, then go home for 'Netflix and chill.'"
When we got home, Mom said, "I'm going to change into something comfortable."
While she did that I set up a couple of glasses and got an unopened bottle of wine — I wanted to see how far this 'Man of the House' thing could go. I got a movie queued up.
When Mom joined me, my jaw hit the floor. Up to this point in my life, the most skin on my mother that I had seen was at the beach in a very conservative one-piece swimsuit that covered everything. And here she stood in front of me in a very see-thru pink baby-doll nightie with matching panties and a see-thru pink top.
She asked, "What do you think, honey? I take it from the open mouth, you approve." With that she simply sat down on the couch and picked the bottle of wine to examine it. "An Ice Wine, very nice. This of course is part of our little secret, you understand."
I just nodded as she handed me the wine to open. I opened and poured the wine, and said, "Here you go, Mom," handing her her wine.
She said, "When we're alone like this, you can call me Sue or Suzan, whichever you prefer."
I thought for a second and said, "Okay, Suzan, here you go." I sat down, picked up the remote, and started the movie.
Suzan snuggled next to me and said, "I do love you, Paul. You are so good to me."
It went on like this for three years. When Dad was home I was "Pauli" and mom dressed very conservatively around the house. Dad would leave on a trip and while he was gone Mom was a different person. Short skirts, revealing tops, bikini swimsuits that didn't cover much, and nightgowns that hid nothing.
Before that business trip three years years ago I had never thought of my mother in a sexual way. Up to that point I would have described my mom as average looking. She is around 5'4" and 150 lbs. Her breasts were a large B, maybe a small C cup, which until that night I had not seen since I was a baby.
Then my 21
st
birthday came around. Dad was out of town, and the Friday before my birthday I stayed late at a friend's house. Mom was in bed when I got home. I went up stairs and looked in on her. She was asleep but she had thrown off the covers, partly exposing her nude body. I quietly stood there for a few minutes, watching her as my cock got hard. I then went to my room and jacked off, imagining I was doing it over her exposed tits.
Which may explain why she was having difficulty waking me up. As I woke up I realized the hand on my cock was not a dream. Well, it was on the covers over my cock. I finally started to hear as I was being shook, "Paul, Paul, come on, wake up. It's late, it's after ten. I have a lot of things planned today for us to do before your grandparents get here tonight."
My eyes fluttered open to the sight of my mother in a sheer blue camisole that did nothing to hide her large, hard nipples. With the way she was sitting on my bed, she made no effort to cover the matching panties. I could tell she had had a new wax job done, as there was clearly no hair under her panties.
"I'm up, Mom," I said.
"Suzan remember, your Dad's not here. Good, I'm going down to fix you your favorite waffles for breakfast. Get a shower and hurry down. Oh and Happy Birthday. You really are a man today. The big 2 - 1. Don't keep me waiting."
"I won't, Mom. I'll be down as soon as I shower.
She leaned over and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips, the first time that happened. "Happy Birthday, Paul." She got up and slowly walked out of the room, swaying her hips for me, I was sure.
I rolled out of bed and went into my bathroom, the feel of my mother's lips still on mine. My cock ached as I turned on the water and started soaping myself up, paying particular attention to my cock. Closing my eyes, I imagined my mom stroking me faster and faster. It didn't take long for me to cum.
I finished the shower and pulled on a pair of briefs and board-shorts, grabbed a t-shirt and headed down stairs, pulling the top on as I went. I wanted to know what she had in mind for today.
I was not disappointed, as I entered the kitchen, there she was in the same camisole and panties, and nothing else. I said, "Hi, Mom," as I entered.
She said, "Hi, honey, let's sit at the bar this morning. The first batch of pecan waffles are up and the second batch will be ready in a second." As she said it the iron beeped. She pulled the second batch out and made up the plates, the maple syrup was ready on the bar with a nice glass of orange juice and cup of coffee.
I watched as she turned and walked slowly over. She bent at the waist, showing off her tits to their best. I was already hard and wondering if I would get a chance to relieve it later. As we ate she asked me what I had planned for the day. I told her nothing really. I was interested to hear what she had planned for us.
She said, "Good, I thought we would go buy that Mustang you've had your eyes on. You know, the Cobra R at the Classic Car Dealer."
My mouth dropped. "M...Mo..Mom, I don't have enough to get that — it's fifty grand!
"I know, I bought it for you yesterday."
"What?! No way!"
"Yes way. Now go get on some nice clothes, like a pair of slacks, loafers, and a polo. I'll get dressed and meet you by the front door. The Uber will be here in twenty minutes. But, before you go up stairs, put the dishes in the dishwasher. I'm going to get ready."
After cleaning the bar and getting the dishes in the dishwasher, I went to my room and found three boxes on my bed, with a note. "Happy Birthday, Paul. I hope you have the best birthday yet. To that end I have bought you some outfits and shoes. Pick one and meet me by the front door." I picked the sage Polo, tan slacks, tan socks, and loafers.
When I got to the door Mom continued to amaze. She was in a tight white button-down blouse with the top two buttons undone. She was wearing a nice black push-up bra, seen clearly through the blouse, a mid-thigh black skirt, and black heels that had to be at least four inches high, so she could now look me straight into my eyes.
All I could say was, "Mom, you are gorgeous!"
Without missing a beat, she said, "Thank you, Paul. But remember, call me Suzan. If you keep calling me Mom, you might raise some eyebrows while we are out today."
I just stared and said okay, as the Uber arrived. On the ride to the dealership Mom, Suzan sat so I
could get a good look down her blouse and up her skirt which she let ride up. She had a very nice set of lace panties on. We chatted about the car and me not really believing she had bought it.
When we got to the car dealership she tipped the driver and we walked into the dealership. A salesman met us with a smile. "Mrs. Jones, I'm glad to see you today."
Mom said, "Hi, John, this is the friend I was telling you about yesterday." I was surprised to hear her call me a friend. She said, "Is the car ready to go?"