"Oh! Hey!" Mom said, halting in the doorway. She couldn't have looked guiltier if she were carrying a gun and a bag of money out of a bank. She was carrying the implement of her crime, though. The vibrator hung from her hand, momentarily forgotten in her shock at finding me sitting there. It was still slick with her juices.
"Hey, Mom. Did you run out to the garage for something? What's that you've got there?"
"What?"
"In your hand? What's that?"
Her eyes slowly panned down to the sex toy in her hand. Mom looked surprised to find it there. It was almost funny. "Uhh...umm...It's a..."
"Looks like a big, fat vibrator. Do you keep those things in the garage? Is it in the toolbox out there?"
"Zach..."
"You were just out there fucking yourself, Mom. I heard everything. Just like you heard me upstairs before that."
"Zach! You can't talk to me like that. I am not discussing those things with you!"
"You're being ridiculous, Mom. I caught you red handed. I know you were using that thing. Do I have to sniff it to prove it?"
"That's disgusting. I'm going upstairs."
Mom stormed past me, but I was right on her heels. "You don't have to hide this from me. I'm cool with it. I'm more than cool with it. We can be adults about this, Mom."
I kept talking as we went right up the stairs and she headed to her room. I was a chicken before, but I was bold now. Everything felt different. The words Mom used in the garage electrified me. I knew how she wanted to be treated, and I was just the man to do it. Mom needed someone to take charge, and I was ready. She went into her bedroom and tried to slam the door behind her, but I was right there, slapping out a palm to catch it. Mom shoved against the door with all her might, but I had half a foot and fifty pounds on her. The door would not budge. She raised the vibrator like she was going to smack me with it. I think she forgot what it was again. I laughed and she shrieked, retreating into her room. Mom shoved the sex toy under the covers on her bed, like that was hiding it from me.
"What do you want, Zach? Why are you hounding me?"
"I want us to be real. We both know what's going on here, and it's time to talk about it."
"If you say we're both adults one more time I'm going to scream! We may both be adults, Zach, but I'm still your mother. You're still my child!"
"Okay, you're my mom, and you're fucking hot. I guess that makes you a MILF!"
My mother looked like she wanted to smack me, but I think she was too freaked out to come close enough to do it. She just glared at me instead.
"You can't say things like that to me, Zach!"
"You taught me to always tell the truth, Mom. The truth is I think you're sexy as hell. Ever since that first night I overheard you getting off with your boyfriend, it's all I've been able to think about. It was bad enough being trapped here and being able to get laid, but then hearing you like that, it was too much."
"Zach, you can't mean it. This is wrong. I'm sorry if you overheard something that confused you."
"The only thing I'm confused about is why I never saw it before. My friends had crushes. They weren't subtle about it. Why didn't I see it?"
"Because its unnatural."
"There's nothing unnatural about the boner you give me, Mom. It feels like the most natural thing in the world. What was unnatural was missing that you're the sexiest woman I've ever met."
She shook her head. There was fear in her eyes. They blazed at me from behind her glasses. It wasn't that I didn't care about her feelings, but I couldn't stop myself. I'd gone too far to stop. I had to finish it now. I had to take it all the way to see what happened. "Zach, you can't think of me like that. I'm your mother. You can't look at me like that."
"But I do. And I am. Looking at you right now is making me hard all over again. All I can think about is how hot it sounds when you come. All I want is to be the reason you make those noises."
"What? Zach, no! That can't happen. Not ever!"
"Why not? I know you feel the same way."
"I do not!"
"You're gonna tell me it was a coincidence that you had to run downstairs and get off after you listened to me and Amber? Be real, Mom."
"Zach...I...I'm not talking about this!"
"You heard me, and you were horny. You had the same reaction I did when I heard you. Listening to me get off made you wet, Mom. Admit it!"
"I'll do no such thing!"
"I think the reason you're so upset is because everything I'm saying is true. You might not like it, because it doesn't square with your morals, but it's still true.
"It's not true! It can't be!"
"I think it is, Mom. I think that's why you look so scared." She stayed silent. "I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want. You know I'd never do that. You're not scared of me, are you Mom? You're scared of yourself."
She shook her head but was still silent.
I advanced on her and my mother backed up into the nightstand, almost knocking a lamp over. I kept coming until we were close enough to touch. Mom held her breath and trembled. She needed this as much as I did. I felt it. But she wouldn't make the first move. She couldn't make herself. That was okay. I was ready. I touched her arm and she jumped.
"Zach," she whispered.
"Just give in to what you want, Mom. It's only us here. No one else will ever know. It's okay."
"Zach..."
I couldn't wait any longer. I kissed my mother. Mom was like a mannequin at first, stiff and unresponsive. It was what you'd expect from kissing your mother. But I was aflame. I kissed harder, wrapping my arms around her slender body. My hand on the small of her back pressed Mom into me and I felt her first resistance break when she sagged into me. Her lips softened. My fingers swept through her curly blonde hair, giving it the slightest tug. My mother gasped into her kiss. I pressed on. Her lips trembled and responded. It was slow and soft at first, almost like my first kiss when I was a young teen. I remember the girl letting me take the lead then too, just like my mother did now. But where Becky stayed mostly limp and passive, my mother responded as her passions were kindled. Mom kissed me as lovers do, and her lips parted to my flicking tongue. She moaned and sucked it, her hands gently resting on my hips. Mom acted like she was starved for my kiss, and I did my best to feed her. By the time I broke it, my mother chased my lips, panting for more.
"We don't need to rush. We have all night, Mom," I breathed, pressing my forehead to hers.
"Zach...no...don't stop, honey. Don't let me think," Mom whimpered. Her hands rested upon my chest and her eyes gazed at mine, plaintive. "Please, honey."
My mother was asking me to take her. Would any man have said no?
We kissed again and hands roamed everywhere. I grabbed her nice, full ass and she moaned when I kneaded it. My throbbing dick pressed into her tummy and Mom grinded into it. I tugged at the hem of her shirt and she raised her arms. She bit her lip and stared at me through her askew glasses when I pulled it over her head. Her plain t-shirt bra did nothing to show off her tits, but that would be coming off too. I would have my mother nude. Her trembling hands fumbled with my shirt and I removed it for her. Mom leaned in and covered my chest with kisses. I'm more slender than athletic, with hardly any hair, but she seemed to like it. Mom kissed and sucked on my warm flesh, giving me goosebumps everywhere. She tongued my nipples, sending shivers down my spine. I moaned and she sucked, nipping with her teeth. I groaned through gritted teeth, knotting my fingers in her flowing blonde hair. Mom sucked harder and I cried out, "Oh fuck, Mom!"
"Too much, honey?" she asked, looking up at me. I was lost in her eyes.
"You're perfect, Mom. Perfect."
I turned her and Mom instinctively sat on the bed. Her eyes went right to my crotch, which was directly in front of her. I saw her hunger and grinned. My shorts dropped and it almost smacked her in the face. I know I'm not the biggest guy, but I'm big enough. My mother lost her shyness and grabbed me, her fingers barely closing around my girth. Her other hand cupped my shaved balls. Yeah, I shaved so I'd be ready when my opportunity came. I swooned on my feet at the surreal sight of my mother holding my cock and balls, her pretty face rapt. She slowly pumped the shaft until clean fluid dripped from the end. Mom's tongue darted out to catch it.
"Fuuucckk..." I intoned.
Mom leaned in, her lips following her tongue. She sucked my fat, crimson head, while lavishing it with her tongue. It was fucking unreal. Mom looked up at me, pretty blue eyes clear through her glasses. Her cheeks worked, hollowing as she sucked. She leaned closer and I had to gather her wild blonde hair in my hands so I could see her beautiful face as she sucked me. I wished I had my phone to take a picture or video. I'd make sure it was handy next time. Mom drew more and more of me into her mouth, taking another inch or two with each pulsing suck. I hit the back of her throat and she didn't pause for an instant. Mom's throat relaxed and I slipped back there. She held my full cock in her mouth, and I swear I nearly came. Mom was only the second girl I'd been with who could fully deep throat me. She was an impressive cocksucker. Mom released me with a whooshing breath, but kept licking and kissing my dick.
"God, Mom. That's fucking incredible," I moaned, stroking her hair. Something fired behind her eyes when I said mom, but she didn't stop.
My mother carefully removed her glasses and set them on the nightstand, never breaking contact with my cock. She took a deep breath and sucked me in again, sliding her lips all the way to the root. Mom did indescribable things with her mouth. I didn't know a woman could do those things with my cock all the way in their throat. The more she sucked, the hungrier Mom became. She aggressively bobbed on my shaft, sucking it wetly, not even pausing when she struggled to breathe. Her face went crimson and spit dripped from her lips, but my mother sucked my cock like it was her mission in life. She cradled and caressed my balls the whole time, and they tightened and boiled in her hand. Mom was power-sucking me and I had no ability to hold back.
