The Trouble with Mom
Part 1
I suppose I'm responsible. It started a few years ago when I was killing time on my computer. I found a couple of sites that I liked and downloaded some pictures and few short videos. For some reason, I really don't know why, I developed a preference for older women. So in time my personal porn collection grew a lot of it of mature ladies.
I won't say that my fantasy expanded into real life, but I did eventually date a few older women. Just seemed natural to me. I'll never forget Arlene. We saw each other a few times and I really enjoyed being with her. And yes, we did have sex. There is no, let me repeat that, no comparison between older women and younger ones when it comes to sex.
Arlene was twenty-five years older that I was. She remarked several times that she was old enough to be my mother. Maybe that's what did it. And so my personal porn collection grew again. This time with real women. Mature women that could hold up a conversation and weren't afraid to tell you exactly what they thought or wanted.
One day last year, I don't remember the date, I came home and mom was sitting in the living room. She was furious. I should mention that after dad passed, I moved back into our house to help mom. At least that's what I told myself at the time.
"Mom. What's wrong." I asked as I sat down next to her.
"You left your computer on. I didn't mean to snoop, but it was making beeping sounds. I saw some of your pictures." Mom said.
"I'll be more careful." I promised.
"Older women? My age? What's wrong with you?" Mom asked, on the verge of crying.
"I like older women." I confessed to mom.
"So you collect pictures. What if one of my friends came over and saw the." Mom asked, her voice not so harsh.
"I told you that I'll be more careful. But as long as we are talking, you should know I've gone out with quite a few older ladies." I said.
"You mean like on a date?" Mom asked.
"Yes." I answered.
"And?" Mom was calmer now.
"You want to know if sex was involved? It generally is." I answered honestly.
"You sleep with these women?" Mom kept pushing.
"Yes mom." I said keeping my answer short.
We went on for another half-hour with like that. Mom would get quiet then start up with more questions. Finally I had enough.
"Look mom. This didn't happen over night. I like older women. I like dating them. I like having sex with them. And I do it regularly. I'm proud to say my girl friends are mature, older women. Now it's been a long hard day. And the last hour hasn't made it and easier. I'm going to make a sandwich and go to bed." I said.
It was several days until mom started asking more questions. At first I was a bit puzzled but I soon found out mom had been thinking a lot.
"Do you think anyone would want to take me on a date?" Mom asked very quietly. So quietly that I had to ask her to what she said.
How do you answer a question like that? Mom was still reasonably attractive although with a few extra inches here and there.
"Ah, sure mom." I said. "Tell you what. I'll take you to dinner and show you off. Just dinner I stressed."
The next Friday evening Mom and I went to one of the better restaurants in town. Mom was dressed very respectfully and we kept the conversation light. I think she had a pleasant time. I was a complete gentleman. Complimenting her clothes, opening doors etc. The evening ended uneventfully and mom went to her room while I watched television and had a beer.
The next day I had a real date with a charming lady named Gloria. We had dinner and wound up back at her condo. I'd been out with Gloria before so it wasn't odd or awkward to wind up in bed. Gloria had medium size breasts, a little saggy but not at all unappealing. Her nipples were very sensitive and got hard the moment I started sucking on them. She held my head with both of her hands and guided my mouth on her breasts and neck. When she pushed my head down I knew what she wanted. I moved down between her legs, which she spread out.
When we first started dating, Gloria had shaved to pussy clean. Since then she had been letting her pubic hair grow. which is what I prefer. When I lowered my face, the aroma was almost over powering. Musky and sweet. Her pussy lips were pink and swollen. I could see her clit like a little dark pink bud, peeking out. I lowered my head and tenderly ran my tongue between her pussy lips and I heard Gloria moan. I found her clitty and started playing with it with my tongue. I felt hands on my head as Gloria put my eager mouth where she wanted it. She didn't make much noise, but when she relaxed on the bed I knew she had been satisfied.
I lifted up and stretched out next to her. She pulled the sheet up over us and wiggled into my arms. Maybe a half-hour later I felt her move. She inched her way on top of me and our mouths did the rest. I enjoy kissing and I really enjoy it with Gloria. But eventually even that had to end. Gloria pushed back the sheet and sat up.
It only took a few seconds for my cock to find it's way into her pussy. She looked down at me and stared rocking her hips. She stared into my eyes while she moved. Her pussy was hot and considering her age, pretty tight. I wondered for a quick moment if she ever tried anal sex. I made a mess when I erupted in her pussy. Cum drip down on her legs and mine and left a puddle on the bed sheets. We kissed again and got up to take a quick shower together.
A bit later as she walked me to the door, she kissed me and whispered in my ear. "How come you've never tried to get your cock in my ass?"
Part 2
Scary when two people start thinking alike.
Sunday morning I was in the kitchen working on my second cup of coffee when mom came in.
"How was you date?" Mom asked as she poured a cup for herself.
"Fine mom. How was your night?" I asked.
"How old is she?" Mom persisted.
"Seventy three I think." I answered.
"And you had sex?" Mom asked.
"Yes mom. Now no more questions please. We went through this the other day." I said.
"I know." Mom said softly. "I guess I'm just a little jealous."
"Of the women in your life." Mom added.
"Ok. Enough is enough. Would you like to go on a date with me Friday night?" I asked, know that sooner or later this would happen.
"You mean a real date, like your other ladies?" Mom asked.
"Yes." I said.
"But I'm your mother, we can't do everything." Mom said.
