I was 18, and had just graduated from high school. This was my last summer of freedom before going off to college. I had never really had a serious girlfriend in high school, so I was looking forward to going off to college and losing my virginity finally. I was going to be going to one of the biggest party schools in the state, so I was counting the days until college started. The summer had just begun, graduation had only occurred a couple weeks ago, and there was quite a bit of time to do nothing.
I guess I was a pretty typical teenager, except that I liked to jerk off⊠a lot. Sure, most teenagers jerked off a lot, but I jerked off more than a few times a day. Some times I would masturbate thinking about the popular cheerleaders in school, and those tight little uniforms they would wear, but most of the time, I was jerking off thinking about my mother.
My mom was a total babe. She was thirty nine years old, but was in excellent shape for her age. Working out often kept her body nice and firm. She was a blonde, with short hair and a figure straight out of a porno. She has nice hips and a full, firm rear-end, and her waist was thin and toned from working out. All of that contrasted against her huge, voluptuous tits. Her breasts were the first thing youâd notice about her, sticking out from her chest like watermelons. She didnât do much to conceal them either, in fact she completely flaunted them, usually walking around the house wearing just a flimsy wife-beater tshirt or a sports bra.
My parents had an active sex life, it seemed like they had sex every night. And some days on the weekend I would wake up in the morning hearing the thumping of their bed. Of course I wasnât resentful. I mean who could blame my dad? If I was him, I would screw mom every minute I got the chance. Almost every night, I would lie in my bed, listening to the sounds of my mother moaning down the hall and the thumping of their bed, while underneath my covers Iâd stroke my cock furiously, imagining momâs huge tits, or what it would be like to slam my cock inside her.
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One day I was bringing a load of laundry down to the basement. I set the laundry basket down by the washing machine, noticing another basket full of laundry waiting to be washed. I went back up the basement stairs, looked to make sure no one was around, then closed the door. Going back to the laundry basket, I fished around through the clothes until he found one of his momâs bras. This is something I did once in a while.
The bra was a demi-cup, satin with lace embroidering. Looking at the tag, I saw that it read 38F. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my already stiff cock. I held one of the cups of the bra in the palm of my hand and wrapped it around my thick shaft. Then I began stroking my hand up and down, sliding the smooth, silky bra up and down my hard cock.
Fantasies of his mom filled my head as I fucked my cock through her bra. I imagined diving my head in between her massive melons and sucking every inch of them. Then Iâd kneel her down and slide my stiff member between them, tittyfucking her until I came all over.
By now my cock was really aching, and I was oozing precum out all over the bra as I stroked up and down.
Suddenly I heard the basement door open behind me, and my motherâs voice called down the stairs. âJake, are you down there?â
I damn near had a heart-attack. I quickly tossed the bra back into the laundry basket and began trying to stuff my huge hardon back into my pants as I called back, âYeah, just a second, Iâm doing laundry!â
âCome up stairs, your father and I need to talk to you.â She answered bac, before closing the door again.
My heart was racing, and my cock was still rock-hard; It just wouldnât go down!
What do they want? Oh no, maybe they know Iâve been jerking off like this.
I shoved momâs bra down into the bottom of the laundry basket, hiding it, and then waited several minutes for my cock to go soft before walking upstairs into the living room.
My parents were sitting on the couch as I came into the room. Mom was wearing a pair of denim shorts and a tube top that caused her breasts to bulge out at the top.
âJake,â My mom began, âYour father and I are going to go to Europe on vacation for three weeks.â
âOh, well thatâs great.â I replied.
Yes, Iâm going to have the house to myself.
âYouâre going to go live with your aunt Vicky while weâre away.â My father then said.
âAunt Vicky?â I asked in surprise, âBut, itâs so far, and I havenât even met her before.â
âThe last time she saw you, you were three years old.â Mom replied, âAnd it would be good to see her before you move off to college, sheâs excited to have you go stay with her. And besides, we arenât going to let you stay here by yourself for three weeks!â
Aunt Vicky was my momâs twin sister who lived in Texas. Since we lived in New York, we rarely saw each other. Apparently my dad had some important conference to go to in London, and my mom was going to go as well and they would turn the trip into a vacation. It was probably just an excuse for them to fuck like rabbits all day.
In any case, a week later I was packed up and on an airplane to Texas to stay with my aunt Vicky.
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The plane pulled into the terminal in Dallas and I stood up, taking my carry-on bag from the overhead storage. I made my way through the tunnel into the airport terminal. As I walked out into the arrivals area, I began looking around at the people waiting, trying to spot Aunt Vicky. Actually, I could hardly remember what she looked like. I couldnât even remember the last time I saw her, so I only vaguely knew what she looked like from some old photos in the family album. I scanned around the lobby quickly, and at first glance I saw no sign of her.
âJake?â A young womanâs voice spoke from behind me.
I turned around to see a stunningly beautiful woman. Not quite what I expected, this young woman was in her early twenties. Her blonde curls framed her young, sweet face as she smiled at me, but that was just the beginning of her assets. Her skin was smooth and tanned bronze, and quite a bit of it was showing due to her skimpy clothes. She wore a short nylon miniskirt that gave a great view of her luscious thighs, and on top she had on a tight little tank-top which bulged around an impressive rack. Her tits were great, nice and big, probably a double D cup, or at least a large D.
âUmmâŠ. Aunt Vicky?â I asked incredulously.
âOh heavens no!â She laughed, âIâm Brigette, Vickyâs daughter, your cousin, weâve never met. My mom asked me to come pick you up at the airport today.â
âI didnât know Aunt Vicky was married.â I was confused.
âSheâs not; itâs just me and her.â Brigette replied, and we left for the car.
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