"Sean, I want you to take a shower and clean up," Ma said. "I'm going to do the same and make us some supper. Give me an hour or so, will you?"
"Uh, sure, Mom," I said. "An hour is fine."
I watched her leave the room. My brains were scrambled, as you might imagine. My mother had just declared that I would be losing my virginity tonight. To say I was excited and confused would be the understatement of the century.
I looked down at my flaccid little pecker. A thin shiny thread of jizz hung from it. I slid a fingertip over the end of my cock, collecting the remaining evidence of my recent ejaculation and held it up for inspection. Since a quarter of two this morning, I had witnessed my mother and her friend from next door eating each other's pussy, gotten my very first blowjob, albeit an extremely quick one on my part, had my mother give me an unbelievably sensuous hand job and suck all of my cum off of us with her hot mouth. Not to mention her declaration that I was going to get fucked before morning. How good can things get?
I gathered my pants and shorts up around my waist and swaggered down the hall toward my room. Passing mom's room, I heard the shower running in her bathroom. I noticed her lacy yellow bra and panties lying on the floor by the bed where she has discarded them after taking them off. Creeping into her room, I picked up her panties. The crotch was soaked. She had evidently gotten very wet during our conversation. The water stopped in her shower. Dropping her cum soaked panties back on the floor, I quickly retreated to my room and ducked into the shower myself.
Images of the wet yellow fabric of her panties scorched my brain as I lathered my body. My mother was juicing her drawers while she jerked me off. My dick got hard. My hand was full of lather. I really wanted to jerk off, but thought better of it, remembering what mom had said earlier. Jesus, how much can a guy stand before he loses it completely?
When I got out of the shower, I was standing in my room drying off when I heard mother talking to someone. I went to the door and eavesdropped on her conversation.
"I know, Karen," Mom said, into the phone. "But he watched us last night.....Yes, and he saw everything.....Why didn't you tell me you saw him at the door?.....I would not have.....Karen, he's my son for God's sake.....No I wouldn't.....He told me you went to his room.....He told my you sucked him off too....Yes he did, Karen.....Honey I'm not mad at you.....No, I'm not.....Look, I understand how things are with you and Jim.....But, Sean is still a virgin.....He told me so this afternoon.....A long talk about a lot of things.....Things his friends have been saying about him.....This big problem he thinks he has.....I don't think it's a problem, but he does.....No, they said his pecker was small.....Don't I know it, it's gigantic....Karen! I did not.....You sucked him off, you'd know better than I would.....Karen, can you come over after you feed the monster?.....I'll tell you when you get here.....Wear something sexy.....Love you, bye....."
I stood leaning against the door with my heart pounding in my chest. Now THEY were talking about the size of my dick. And she had told Karen to dress up sexy before she came over later. I think my mother has lost her last connection with reality.
I pulled on a pair of waded cutoff jeans and a muscle shirt. I paced my room, wondering what mom had up her sleeve and why she had invited Karen over tonight. If I were a smoker, I'd have had to have a cigarette. I finally switched on my computer and checked my e-mails for the day and went about answering those from friends and checking out the porno ads that inevitably creep into my mailbox. I really get a charge out of the ads for penis enlargement products. My pecker is almost invisible when it's soft, but it grows to respectable proportions when sexually provoked. I was hoping I would be provoked later tonight. I must have lost track of the time, because I heard mom tapping on my door, saying that dinner was ready.
I walked out into the hall behind mom and stared at her behind as we walked back into the kitchen. She had on a tight, very sheer, blue satin robe that accentuated the roll of her hips as she walked in front of me. It covered her to just above her knees, and had flowing sleeves. She stopped at the kitchen door, put her hand high up on the doorframe and gave her long wavy blond hair a little toss as she looked over her arm back at me. Her makeup had been applied flawlessly. Her eyes glistened.
"I hope you're hungry," she said, her crimson lips seemed to pout as she spoke.
"Uh, yeah." I managed.
I sat at the table. She sat to my right, which was unusual because she usually sat across the table. We filled our plates and started to eat. I kept looking up at mom. The front of her sheer robe was drawn tightly across her heavy breasts. The smooth cool fabric had caused her nipples to harden and protrude obscenely. When she would lean forward, the robe would fall open exposing her luscious flesh to my feasting eyes.
Mother had poured us each a tall, stemmed glass of wine to go with our dinner. When she took a sip from her glass, her lips left a crimson remembrance on the rim. Mother is forty years old. I'm nineteen. I lusted for my mother.
I laid my fork next to my plate when I had finished eating. I sat staring at her. She was right, her nose is a little too big, and her teeth could have been straightened with braces if her parents had chosen to spend the money. But her hair is long, wavy and the color of late summer hay, and frames her oval face. At 5'-9", and 140 pounds, she is a statuesque woman. Her breasts are ample, 38-D, tapering to a narrow waist of 26" and flaring to strong hips and thighs. She's short waisted and has long shapely legs. When she wears high-heeled shoes, she looks me straight in the eye. She stands upright, her breasts thrust outward and she walks with her body erect. The tall heels of her shoes, when she wears them, accentuate her hips and rump.
She usually dresses conservatively, wearing dark skirts, which extend to the knee and loose fitting blouses and jackets. She looks professional when she leaves for work, using a minimum of facial makeup. When she goes out with Karen, they both seem to dress a little more casually, even a bit sluttish sometimes. After last night, I guess I know why.
"What are you thinking, Sean?" Mom asked, softly.
"I was just thinking how beautiful you are," I answered, almost choking over my words.
"You're too kind," she whispered.
"Can I ask you a question?" I asked.
"Bring your wine and let's go in the den," she said, standing up.
The front of her robe, below the belt parted when she stood, revealing her soft golden-thatched pubic mound. She made no effort to hide the fact she wore nothing under the robe. She stepped back and the robe dropped together. I stood. My cock was sticking straight down the leg of my cutoffs, and rock solid.
I followed her into the den, trying desperately to adjust the lump in my pants. When I sat down, it was a little better, but still very uncomfortable.
She turned and faced me, "Now, about your question?"
"Why did you do that to me this afternoon?" I asked.
"You mean why did I make you cum?" She asked.
"Yes."
"Did you like that?" She asked.
"You know I did," I said. "Why would you do that?"
"Because you wanted me to," she answered. "Didn't you?"
"Of course," I stammered. "It's just..."
" That I'm your mother?" She interrupted.
I blinked. I know full well that I had blushed beet red, and my cock head had crept out from under my cutoffs.
"I am also a woman." She stated. "And you are a grown man. And I am so fucking horny right now I am about to explode. And you turn me on. I am also just kinky enough that I want Karen to be with us the first time, just in case I try to chicken out. It's been a long time since your father was killed and I really need to be fucked."
