This is a semi-true story. The acts committed took place as role play with a woman that was old enough to be my mother. Unfortunately, I have not made my mother suck my cock yet. But I am working on it. Until then, enjoy my first story and I hope to have more soon ... maybe even the TRUE story of my mother and I.
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My mother and I live in a small, one bathroom New York apartment, so it wasn't unusual for one of us to see a little more than we intended. But even at age 23, I never thought anything of it. I'd seen her incredible breasts on multiple occasions. And she'd seen me muscular chest an abs quite often.
Now, don't get me wrong. My mother was an incredible looking MILF. Just 43 years of age, blonde hair, hazel eyes and the perfect curves with an ass you could really grab on to. But she was just mom to me ... nothing more.
That all changed in August and her 44th birthday.
The day started out just like any other. Mom made breakfast, I grabbed lunch while at work and in the evening, I made her a birthday dinner of marinated skirt steak with roasted root vegetables and a Fresno chili chimichurri. I also made her favorite chocolate mousse with fresh red raspberries for dessert. Afterwards, we watched a little television and a few hours later I kissed her in the forehead, said good night and went to bed.
I am not sure how long after I fell asleep it was, but I woke to go to the bathroom. As I passed my mother's room, I saw something that would change me forever ... my mother on the bed, arched back in the throws of an orgasm as she masterbated with what I thought to be a very small vibrator. I couldn't look away and my own cock grew to it's full 11 inches as I saw the most beautiful pussy in the world.
I knew I had to have her, but how.
The next morning as my mom made breakfast I began to make my move. Standing at the stove with her back to me, I went up behind her and kissed her neck. She stiffened up so I knew I found a good spot. I bid her good morning and, before I went to sit, made sure I rubbed my semi-hard cock against the ass I was soon going to own. She let out a large sigh with a partial moan and I smiled as step one had been accomplished.
Step two came on day two. This time I waited until I got home from work. I went upstairs to take a shower before I started work on dinner. Afterwards, I put on a T-shirt, boxer-briefs and pajama bottoms. Before I went down stairs, I stroked my cock to make sure it was slightly erect. Then I let the tip stick out from my pajamas and under my shirt, but it still made enough of a bulge for anyone to see.
I then went and made mom and I grilled chicken salad with a fresh raspberry vinagrette. I took both bowls to the table with my bulging cock clearly visible. I sat my mom's salad down and then went to the other side of the table to eat mine. I noticed her mouth agape the whole time. When I asked if something was wrong, she snapped out of it, gulped and said, "um ... no ... no ... nothing is wrong at all!"
I flashed her a knowing smirk and ate my dinner.
Not much of anything happened afterwards, but I soon found out my plan was working. That night, I heard some muffled noises coming from my mom's room. I quietly made my way down the hall and listened intently to see what was going on. I could hear the buzz of her vibrator, but what really caught my ear was what she was saying.
"Oh, baby ... please be gentle with your mother," she said. "I've never seen a cock like yours let alone had one touch me. That's it ... right there ... oh, God ... I'm coming baby. Fuck me, fuck me ..."
I'm assuming she went overboard from there and buried her face in her pillow because all I could hear seemed to be muffled screams of ecstasy.
In my head, I told her, "it'll all be over soon. Tomorrow, whether you want it or not, you are going to submit to me. And this bull is going to fuck you senseless"
The next day was Saturday, so we both had the day off. I started at breakfast. As Mom stood at the stove, I approached from behind, said good morning, rubbed her shoulders and kissed her neck. She again stiffened up, so a sucked on her neck a bit before going to sit down. This time the moan was even more audible.
After breakfast, we had some chores to do. We both finished around noon and Mom asked what I wanted for lunch.
"I'm not all that hungry," I said. "But did you have anything in mind?"
"Not really," she said. "I wouldn't mind just sitting down and relaxing."
I then told her to go ahead, as I was going to put the dishes in the dishwasher and then I'd join her. She thanked me and went to kiss my cheek, but I turned and met her lips-to-lips. I made sure she couldn't pull away immediately, but I didn't go too far either.
After I started the dishes, I started thinking about hearing my mom the night before. Needless to say, my cock was getting harder and harder with every remembered moment.
I then went into the living room and saw my mom sitting on the couch. I went behind her and started rubbing her shoulders again.
"Oh, baby, that feels wonderful," she said.
I didn't reply immediately, just stood over her, looking down upon my conquest to be.
Several minutes later, she said, "oh, baby, you have done enough. Come sit down and relax yourself."
I said, "I'll relax soon, but first there is something I need to do."
With that said, I grabbed her by the hair, tilted her head back and put my lips to hers. I also slipped the other hand down her shirt and began fondling her breast.
She managed to push away.