My car was packed when I pulled up to the administration building at the University of Texas to look at my grades for this past term. I was particularly anxious about these grades, because I had spent more time hitting the books than hitting the bars. I wanted to see if my giving up on the high life was going to pay off. It did. I got an A in Psychology 303, a B in American English lit, an A in Comparative Philosophy, and a C in Astronomy. That wasn't bad for 6'3," muscular 230 pound linebacker on the football team. Being a hot jock with blond hair and sky blue eyes made me very popular with the coeds, but they all fell short of my dream woman – my mother.
She was the sexiest woman I have ever known. She was about 5'6", 120 pounds, dark auburn hair, and sea green eyes. Her long legs ended at a firm round ass that rolled like it had ball bearings when she walked. She was somewhat self-conscious about her "rack" as I called it. Her bust was easily a 40 DD, but she tried to dress in such a manner as not to draw attention to it. That never happened.
She kept in shape over the years by working out at the local YWCA just in case she met somebody that would compare to Dad, who died in a plane crash 8 years ago. At first, she was too busy to bother with dating. Going to school, working, and getting me through high school was about all she could juggle. She tried the bar scene for a while, but she got tired of the smoke and lies from drunken married guys who just wanted to get her into bed, not that I could blame them. Ever since I was 16, I had nursed fantasies about fucking my own mother, and it made me feel dirty. She was just too beautiful, and she constantly showed her love for me with lots of hugs and kisses, some of which were just quick ones on my mouth.
I made great time on the drive back to Memphis, pulling up into the driveway around 6:00 PM. As soon as Mom heard my car pull up, she came running out of the house in tight cut-off jeans and a man's dress shirt that was knotted at the waist, revealing a firm, flat tummy.
"Oh, God, Jimmy," she gushed, "I've been sitting on pins and needles all afternoon waiting on you to get home. Look at what a man you've turned into."
We hugged tightly and instantly my cock began to twitch and grow. I'm sure she must have felt the bulge in my jeans as we held on to each other a little longer than usual. I was happily surprised.
"Mom, you look like a million bucks. How do you fight off all those lecherous men out there?"
She laughed at my joke. "Stop teasing me, Jimmy. I might have to give you a good spanking. Besides, they'd have to fight off my main man first. That's you, handsome."
I wish you would, I thought to myself.
"Come on in. You can bring your stuff in later. We are going to have a great meal, and I found a wonderful wine that I'm sure you'll love. Would you like a cocktail before dinner?"
She winked at me and I swear I thought she put a little extra emphasis on the "cock."
I fixed us both powerful gin and tonics and we sat on the couch smiling like two people in love.
"I waited to put on the London boil, because I didn't know exactly when you would get home. So tell me: how did your grades come out?"
I gave her the good news and she slid across the leather couch to give me another hug. Just as she was going to kiss me on the cheek, I turned to face her, and our lips met, holding the kiss for a moment more than we intended. She suddenly broke away and said she had to check on dinner. When she returned, I could see that she looked both nervous and excited.
"Mom, about that kiss…"
"Honey, it's all right. It was just a kiss between two people who love each other and have been apart for a long time. I'm still your mother, you know."
Little did she know that I had lusted after her for several years. Now that I was 20 and a full grown man, my feelings for her were stronger than ever. I could tell by the way she was blushing that she, too, was turned on. I could even see a small damp spot at the crotch in her shorts, and she had to have noticed that my cock was trying to tear a hole in my jeans.
Our eyes locked on and neither of us could look away. I know that was when we read each other's minds that we both could barely contain our lust. The time had come. Quickly, I stood up and grabbed her, pulling her body against mine.
"NO, Jimmy….this isn't…don't….we can't…." She kept saying this until I kissed her deeply, probing her mouth with my tongue. In spite of her protests, she hungrily returned my kiss, grinding her pelvis against my rock hard penis.
Without a word, she pushed my jeans and my boxers down, running hers hands over my tanned oaken legs.
"Oh, Jimmy," she gasped as my eleven inch shaft bobbed and rose toward my wash board stomach. Rather than being embarrassed, I was proud of the length and girth of what one girlfriend called a "giant meat hammer."
She tried to wrap her hand around my dick but only made it about half-way. Looking up at me, her eyes were glazed with lust. She never hesitated. Using her tongue to lick the pre-cum from the slit of the dark red tennis ball pulsing at the end of my rod, it was my turn to gasp.
My knees buckled and I flopped back onto the couch. Her mouth followed me and never lost contact. I don't even remember how we got naked so quickly. It was if our clothes vanished into thin air. Soon her head was bobbing up and down on my steel prick, drooling and groaning, as she tried to fit as much of it as she could in her mouth. As she worked on my dick, I took her firm breasts and kneaded them, pinching the nipples to make her moan with passion. My greatest fantasy was now a reality.
