Stuck Tales: Mother in Trouble.
My life is a cliché.
It's true: The only child of a solo mum, cliché. My dad left just six months after I was born, cliché. My dad's an asshole, cliché. My mum was a cheerleader, cliché. My dad was a footy jock, cliché. He knocked my mother up on the night of her 18
th
birthday, cliché. My mum's parents forced him to marry her, cliché.
He left less than two years later, cliché. I've never seen him since, cliché.
My mother has never taken another lover as far as I have ever seen. She still uses her married name of Robarts. I don't think she and dad ever got divorced. She does have a lot of female friends. As I got old enough to understand these things, I suspected she was probably a lesbian.
By the way, my mum is as hot as fuck! 5 ft. 7 in. (173 cm) tall and only 125 lbs (57 kg). She has a 37-inch bust with full C cup breasts, a tiny 24-inch waist and a 35-inch hips.
Mum could be Charlie's Angels' Tanya Roberts doppelganger. People are always asking her to take a selfie with them and for her autograph. They still want the photo even after she's told them she isn't that Tanya Roberts and that her name is Tania Robarts.
I'm sure they tell all their friends they met the TV angel.
Logic should have told them she wasn't Tanya Roberts. The actress Tanya Roberts died last year at 65. My mum has only recently turned 37.
Her body stats haven't changed much since her cheerleading days. I saw an old school book, and her cheerleader stats were almost the same back then. She was 3lbs lighter, and her bust was an inch smaller, that's all.
My mum has olive skin, auburn hair and sparkling green eyes. Her nose is thin and shapely, her cheekbones are high and well defined, and her chin has a tiny dimple when she smiles. I like to make her smile because when she does, she has this year's, or any year's, Miss America beaten hands down.
She keeps her figure by religiously working through her cheerleader routine for an hour every single day. I like to watch. Is that weird?
It's a bit strange having all of your male friends, and many of your female ones, perving on your mum, but I kinda like it. I'm way proud of my mum. She worked her way through community college to become an AIN (Assistant in Nursing). She's the school nurse at the school I go to.
When she walks the halls, male conversation falters, and eyes follow her ass. It doesn't freak me out. I like having the hot mum everyone fantasises about.
My mum is the school's cheerleader coach.
Hey all, I'm Tony Robarts. I'm a high school senior. I turned 18 in late February of this year. I have a story for you that will make you lose your load!
I'm a tall, athletic guy that's pretty good at most sports. I prefer track to the other games. In track, it's all on you. No teammates you can blame. No lousy referee or umpire decisions can rob you of a victory. No one's fault but yours if you didn't work hard enough, train hard enough, try hard enough, or made a bad tactical decision during the race. I like it that way. I'm pretty good. I've made all-state for the last three years.
Since my 18
th
birthday, mum has started to act a little differently with me than before. If I didn't know better, I would swear she was flirting with me.
She's always given me lots of hugs and kisses. But before, the kisses would be on my cheek, chin, or forehead. Now she regularly kisses my lips. She often places her hand behind my head and plays with my hair when she kisses me.
I'll be sitting at the kitchen table doing my homework, and she'll run her fingers along the tops of my shoulders. If I'm shirtless, she always runs her fingers up the back of my neck and across my shoulders. She always finishes this act by squeezing my triceps and marvelling about how lean and muscled I am.
Everyone knows you're not supposed to get an erection over your mother, but I can't help it. I have to pull the chair against the table to hide my hard-on.
Mum notices me shifting closer in and laughs. She doesn't say anything, but I'm sure she knows I'm hard for her. When I have moved as close to the table as I can get, she wraps her arms around my shoulders and kisses where my neck meets my shoulders.
The strange thing is, before my 18
th
, she was always wearing a bra when she hugged me. Now her breasts are almost always hanging free insider her tight top. Her nipples feel fucking awesome against my bare back, but I'm convinced I'm not supposed to feel like that.
I came home from training one afternoon last week. Mum was in the lounge, working her way through her routine. She had pushed the couch and chairs to the edge of the room to give herself plenty of space for her routine. Her routine is an energetic one. It includes lots of leg kicks, jumps and cartwheels.
It is fucking awesome to watch!
I grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and took a seat on the couch.
"Hi, mum," I said as I settled into place and took the cap off the water bottle.
"Hey, baby," mum puffed, a little out of breath from her exertions. "How was training?"
"LSD (Long Slow Distance), mum. My favourite." It wasn't. I was being facetious. Mum knew that. I brought the bottle to my mouth.
"Just think how good you're going to feel at the end of your races later in the summer when everyone else is flagging, and you're still going strong," Mum panted in reply.
Mum gave a wildly energetic leap right before me, and my tongue went dry. She wasn't wearing a bra! Her firm breasts bounced delectably.
Luckily, I was so shocked that I tipped the water on my crotch, cooling my immediate erection, not into my mouth.
"Need Mumma to feed you, baby boy?" Mum teased, "Or do you need a sippy cup?"
She cartwheeled across the floor.
OMFG! She wasn't wearing panties either!
I stood up and bolted for the bathroom holding a cushion in front of my groin. I tossed it behind me as I exited the room.
Mum's laughter followed me down the hall.
I barely got my cock out of my sweatpants before cumming on the floor. I sat on the commode with my legs trembling, gasping. Did she do that on purpose? I couldn't believe she would. That would mean she wanted me to see her shaved pussy. That she wanted me to become aroused looking at her. That she liked me looking.
None of this could be true. She wasn't like that. She was reserved, shy, even. Besides, I'm her son. Wanting to turn your son on is just sick, isn't it?
Groaning, I took my hard dick back into my hand. I pulled up and back only a few times before I came again to visions of my mum's tight boobies bouncing and her bald pussy flashing past my eyes as she cartwheeled across the floor.
Mum knocked and tried to open the bathroom door. Fortunately, I had locked it. I grabbed some tissue paper and quickly cleaned my cum up from the floor and the commode seat.
"You right in there, Tony?" Mum asked through the door.
"Just a sudden need to take a dump, mum, is all. I'm fine."
"As long as that's all it was, baby," mum said. "What do you want for dinner?"
"Can you do your world-famous chicken wings, please, mum?'
Mum laughed, "World famous in our kitchen, honey, that's all."
I waited until I was sure she was gone and then crept out of the bathroom and down to my room. I changed out of my cum soiled running shorts and jockey briefs, then hid them in the middle of the clothes in the wash basket. Hopefully, mum wouldn't notice the cum stains when she did the washing.
I went back to my bedroom, lay on my bed and picked up my textbook. I tried my best to concentrate on the math exam I had coming up. My cock kept trying to grow, despite my best intentions, as visions of my mother in her cheerleader's outfit played in my mind. I was able to resist masturbating to these images again, just.
