It was Monday. Another weekend had come crashing to a halt. Now, at seven a.m., I was being torn out of a good dream involving a pair of gymnast twins, by the sound of my shower running and a melodic, sweet singing coming from my bathroom. This wasn't expected. Especially since I hadn't brought anyone home. I never bring girls back to my place. Hard to bring back girls to your pad when your pad is your moms. Also, it was unnecessary for me, hence the person in the shower.
I got up and stripped off the boxers I had crashed in and made my way to the bathroom. It was steamy and hard to see but I found the toilet and did my thing.
"Honey, is that you?"
"Nope, it's the mailman."
"Oh gosh, well I hope the mailman doesn't get any ideas since a beautiful, naked woman is in the shower in here."
I opened the frosted glass shower door and climbed in beside the beautiful naked woman that had invaded my shower.
"Oh gosh!" she gasped. She really did gasp. She looked down at my penis that had woken up more ready than I had to the thoughts of her nudity. "Honey, someone is horny this morning."
"Well thoughts of you naked, getting taken advantage of by the mailman do that to me mom."
So yes, I do live with my mom. But there's a reason for it. Well many reasons. Naked showers with her are high on the list of those reasons.
This isn't one of those stories where the writer tells you that at 50 his mom could stop traffic. Let's face it, there aren't too many 50-year-old woman that can stop traffic without having had serious surgery specifically designed for that purpose. But I will tell you she could at least slow it down. There are a lot of 50-year-old woman who can do that and she was one of them. My mom hadn't had any surgeries to augment her. She had wanted a boob job for several years but I managed to keep talking her out of it. I loved her breasts. They were heavy but not hitting the floor, just the right amount to have some big, double hand fulls. God they were sexy. She was sexy.
She had medium brown hair this month, it changed like the wind, and I had liked all her haircuts through the years. She was about 5'6, which was quite a bit shorter than me at an inch or two over 6 feet. She had been traffic stopping beautiful in her youth, and had aged well, in fact, I found her more beautiful with each day. Some people are sexier with age. She had a little bit of body fat on her, which she detested, and I loved, especially on her soft belly and hips and ass. Sometimes I would jerk my dick and cum just thinking about those thick hips and ass, even knowing I could go down the hall and get it if I wanted.
I loved my mother. I more ways than one. We had a great relationship.
I guess I should mention that I'm thirty-two. And yes, as stated I lived at home. Mostly so I can keep fucking my sexy mother. So, if you didn't do the math yet, yes, she's 18 years older than I am. If she ever knew who my father was, she won't tell me, and I've long stopped asking. It doesn't really matter. She's mine and I'm hers and we have been for a long time. I also have a 16-year-old sister. You do the math.
And this morning was a testament to our relationship. She had obviously been thinking ahead. We didn't sleep in the same bed every night, but we made love a couple of times a week. A lot of the times we made slow passionate love and I looked into her eyes while she came on her son's cock, then looked into them again when I filled my own mother's pussy with my cum. I knew she didn't sneak into my shower for sweet love making though, and I was going to oblige her.
I kissed her hard, and she kissed me back like she does when I know she is craving the physical resolution to her sexual frustrations. Her smooth, lithe tongue was in my mouth and felt like it was a thousand degrees. My hands roamed that perfect, sexy milf body, grabbing those handfuls of breasts I mentioned and squeezing and pulling on them. I gave both her nipples a pinch and she moaned into my mouth.
I let go and ran my hand down her belly and felt her pubic hair. I slipped my index finger inside her without a problem and knew what I needed to do.
If my mother comes to me wet, she is ready to get fucked. Plain and simple.
"Sorry about all the hair," she giggled in my ear. "I haven't trimmed in days"
I pulled her hips around so her ass was facing me. She propped one foot up on the built-in seat in the standup shower.
"Hmmhmmm," I grunted. She knew I liked her pussy hairy. To me it extenuated her womanliness. I like older women with a little hair on their pussies. What can I say?
I lined my cock up with her wet slit and pushed myself into her hard, pulling her hips into me.
She moaned and I knew it was filling her, taking her, slamming her, making her pussy hurt but feel good. I pulled almost all the way out, just the tip was still barely hanging on, just enough so I wouldn't lose her completely, and then slammed into her again. She more than moaned this time and knew I wasn't going to be able to hold it. I rammed my cock into her like a man possessed, like I wanted to see how many times I could get it in there in thirty seconds because I knew I wouldn't be able to last more than that.
My mom also likes to talk dirty when she's feeling like a good old dirty fuck. Which I love. She compartmentalizes very well. When we're making love, she is sweet and sexy and wants that in return. When we are fucking, she wants to be a slut and wants that treatment in return. I am always happy to help.
"Mmmm, Fuck. Mommies. Pussy. Baby," she said between my thrusts.
I pounded harder, if that possible at this point.
"Yes, mommy. You're such a dirty whore for your son aren't you mommy. Your son owns your cunt doesn't he."
I could feel her shudder as she came all over me and knew that was it. Feeling my own mother cum all over me takes me back to being a much younger man, but that's a story for later.
She was in the middle of her own orgasm as she said, "I wanna taste it baby."
That was all I needed to hear. I pulled my cock out and before I could really think about she had it in her mouth. Fuck. I could feel my balls release as I looked down at my cock in my mom's mouth. The greatest vision in life is your mom sucking your cock as the water from the shower rains down on her.
"UGHGHGH" or something like that came out of my mouth.
She held my ass with one hand and sucked me until I became too sensitive for her to keep going. I pulled her to her feet and held her as the water poured down around us. A long time ago my mom and I had decided I would mostly cum inside her, but on those rare occasions when she wanted to taste my cum, I was putty in her hands.
We soaped each other up and kissed and laughed, then got out and I watched her ass as she made her way down the hallway. I wanted more, and the good thing was, I knew I'd be getting it later that night.
As I got dressed I examined myself in the mirror. I'm not a bad looking guy if do say so myself. I try to stay in shape with running, exercise, and not eating too much ice cream. It works ok. I had somewhat of a six-pack. Might need to work on that a bit.
I heard my phone chime and checked my text messages. I'm basically a private investigator. Well sort of. I went to law school after college, got a baseball scholarship to a really small school you've never heard of. I passed the bar and actually practiced law for a while. It didn't sit well with me. I didn't like being couped all day. Lawyering is a lot of paper work. So now I do investigations for some firms around town. If they need something checked out, or looked into, or hell, even covered up, I was their guy. It paid pretty well. Between my mom and I we did ok.
I checked my message and saw it was from Jacinda Hernandez, of Hernandez, Hernandez, and Hernandez or something like that, requesting my presence. She married a Hernandez and wasn't a partner yet. That didn't matter to her, she was still a super bitch. But H,H, & H paid well so I figured I better get my ass in gear and make some money.
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I had thrown on a dark grey sports coat, a checkered shirt, and some dark jeans and headed to Jacinda's office. I looked like a young strapping detective, if I do say so myself, and since clearly no one else was going to, I had to do it. I waited in the lobby on Jacinda's floor for what I deemed an inordinate amount of time before the secretary ushered me in to see Jacinda.
The H, H and H offices were downtown and everything about them screamed well to do lawyers that charged out the ass. Jacinda's office had lovely view of downtown with floor to ceiling windows, and she wasn't a partner. That fact that she sucked a partner's dick played into the niceness of the office I'm sure. Of the three H's that made up the firm, one was the father, and two were 40-something sons. I have no idea which one Jacinda was married to.
"Thank god you're here," Jacinda mouthed as she stood behind her very large, very wood desk talking into her desk phone. She motioned for me to sit. She was standing so I felt kind of awkward but that's never stopped me before.
Jacinda is a pretty spectacular chick. She's at least six-foot-tall with long auburn hair with blonde and red highlights and these gorgeous blue-green eyes. She's also what I like to call thick. Not fat. Big boned. Jacinda quite frankly is gorgeous. Standing in a very tight form fitting dress, all of her curves were on display. Her feet were smallish for a large woman, turning into very shapely caves, then thighs that were bigger around than a watermelon, leading to one hell of an ass. Her breasts were beyond huge. Oh, and her belly. Her huge, sexy pregnant belly. I was shocked. I had not known Jacinda was pregnant. It had been, what, six months since I'd seen her. I was almost salivating.
She spoke quietly into the phone about something I couldn't make out then said "I love you" and hung up. "You're here," she exhaled. "Good. I need you to look into something for me."
I definitely wanted to look into something of Jacinda's. Jacinda and I have a history, but more of that later.
She came around the desk and sat down in the other chair next to mine. She kicked her shoes off and put them in my lap. "Be a dear will you." She gave me a look that told me I wouldn't get any info until I rubbed.
"Fine." I started to massage her sexy feet. I swear she must have sprayed them with perfume. They smelt wonderful. I slowly kneaded the bottoms and the tops with my thumbs and fingers. Jacinda closed her eyes and made a "mmhmm" noise.
"So...," I stopped rubbing.
"So, there's this client right..." She paused and I started rubbing again. "So, this client thinks his wife is having an affair. We need you to check it out. We handle his business but he's looking for a reason to employ our divorce division."
This wasn't one of my favorite types of cases, but I had done these in the past. Trite P.I. investigations. The old cheating spouse.
