My name is Pete, I'm 21 years old single and living with my divorced Mother.
Mother is Jeannette, 40 years old and I have to say, even though she's my Mum, very attractive. She's quite tall, about 5'9" and most of that is her long, toned legs. Just a little overweight, but it suits her, very curvaceous.
Since Dad left us and ran off with his secretary, mum hasn't taken any interest in men. She seems content with her own company. Her sister pops round regularly and they have giggly nights in with a few bottles of wine.
Me, I've finished college, can't make up my mind what to do so I spend my days running, cycling and at the gym keeping fit. I am quite vain, like my Dad.
I like to look in the mirror and admire my own six pack and lean muscly body. It works for me too. I've had no shortage of girlfriends, but for now I was single.
I dont mind being single, I can do what I want when I want, but I do miss regular sex. Keeping as fit as I do, means a raging libido.
The only way to work this off was regular masturbation. Not difficult when you are 21 with an endless supply of cum to spurt out.
I had found Dads secret stash of porn mags after he left. I loved the pics in them. They made a fantastic wank aid. I particularly like the older women in lingerie and heels. They really did it for me.
Some of them reminded me of Mum. I wondered if she ever wore lingerie like that?
I'd certainly not seen any when I'd been going through the laundry basket looking for her worn panties. The best ones were when she took them off at the end of the day. Fresh from the whole previous 24 hour activities. Some days I would get lucky when she had an early evening shower. If I was around, I would sneak in to her room and retrieve them from the laundry basket whilst she showered.
I could get them back to my bedroom whilst they were still warm. I would savour the lovely aroma from the gusset, slightly damp, the odd piss stain or creamy secretion adding to mix.
It would give me such a massive hard on, especially as I knew it was wrong.
I even had my favourite ones. Some where the gusset wasn't sewn in at the top edge. These ones, in effect had a little pocket between the sheer nylon and the soiled cotton gusset. I would ram my cock in to this pocket, it made me feel like my cock was close to mother's pussy. How delightfully disgusting!
A few hard pulls on the panties would have me deposit a handsome helping of creamy jiz in this pocket. Then I would run them quickly back to the basket before she came out of the shower.
I would love to see mother in these panties and thongs, but other than the very occasional glimpse up her skirt around the house, it wasn't happening.
I had just got back from the gym. Mother had been at the wine again and was on the sofa in front of the TV.
"Come and sit down Pete." She called as I entered the sitting room. "Come and keep your old Mum company for a while". She was slurring slightly from too much wine.
"OK, just for a while, I've got stuff to do"
I slumped on to the sofa next to her, she then leant in to me and gave my arm a squeeze.
"Mmmmm," she sighed, "I'm so lucky to have such a handsome fit ripped son. Maybe one day I'll meet a man like you."
She smelt delicious as always, perfume was one of her things. She had stacks of expensive scents. She looked great too, she kicked her heels off and was chilling in a pale blue armless mini dress. Her long tanned legs curled up on the sofa. I tried to casually glance across. I thought I could just see a small white triangle of panties, but I couldn't stare, it was too obvious.
"What are you watching Mother?"
"It's the Superstar wrestling" she murmured, transfixed to the screen. " I've really gotten in to this."
"Oh, this isn't my thing Mum. I'm really not in to watching grown men grappling with each other. "
"Oh just sit with me a while anyway." She said. " I do get lonely here alone."
"OK, just for a while then."
She was gasping and groaning along with the TV audience as they threw each other around the ring. She seemed to be getting genuinely excited about it. In fact, as the two guys were seriously grappling on the floor, I'm sure her thighs were starting to rub together and her breathing was getting laboured.
I do believe she was getting off on it and in turn, I was getting a flow of blood to my groin as she nestled in to me. This wasn't right, but it was definitely arousing.
After 15 minutes or so of this, I made my excuses and went to my room. I was now nursing a serious hard on and hoped she hadn't noticed. Was I imagining it or was she really getting off on watching those guys?
I needed to cum and I couldn't get to her laundry basket without her hearing, so I had to make do with the picture in my head of the little white Pantie triangle I had glimpsed. Didn't take me long to cum, but the intensity surprised me, it just seemed so erotic masturbating about mother's long legs and panties.
A couple of days later, I came home, let myself in and went through to the living room. The door was ajar, so made no noise as I entered. I could her Mother groaning. At first I thought she was hurt, but then I looked at the TV and she was watching wrestling again. Then movement caught my eye.
It was the reflection in the patio doors. They were like a mirror.
No wonder she was moaning, I could clearly see her dress was hitched up and one hand was down her panties, rubbing away furiously as she watched the guys on the screen.
She was so engrossed, she was oblivious to me standing there. Then as one of the wrestlers put a 'Boston Crab' hold on the other, she gasped, grunted and slumped back in to the sofa.
I had a raging boner now and it was nothing to do with the wrestlers! I quietly retraced my steps and then made a noisy re entrance in to the room.
"Hi Mum, watching the wrestlers again I see."
She turned to see me, her face was flushed red, " er yeah, I was um, just going to turn over, if you want to join me."
I accepted the offer and she turned to another channel to watch some mundane drivel. She leant in to me once again. I breathed in the heady mix of her perfume and what I'm sure was the scent of orgasm in the air. I hid my boner with a cushion on my lap.
lIt would have to wait.
Within minutes she was dozing. I guessed a combination of the wine and a satisfying orgasm had done the trick.
When I was sure she was asleep, I removed the cushion and lay her head on my lap. She was now resting her face on my boner, albeit separated by the thin material of my gym pants. She was actually snoring on my cock.
This was getting too much for me. I was about to shoot my load. I carefully extricated myself and gently placed her head back on the cushion.
Did she just moan in disappointment?
As I got up, one of her legs fell over the edge of the sofa. She was now asleep on her back with legs wide open. I gently hitched her dress up to expose her tiny white thong. There was a definite darkened damp patch on the gusset. I plucked up courage and put my face close to her gusset. I could smell the dampness of her orgasm. I so wanted to remove the tiny lacy strip of cotton that was hiding Mother's bulging glorious forbidden damp pussy mound from me.
That would have been a step to far. I retreated to my room to hurriedly wank my rigid cock silly. This was getting out of hand. I had stopped masturbating over Dads old porn mags. Mother had become the fixation of all my fantasies. I was really looking forward to the twice weekly wrestling programs.
I ensured the my arrival home from the gym coincided with these programs.
The next time, Mother was in her usual position on the sofa, a nearly empty wine bottle on the side. She had her own gym wear on. Bright white Lycra leggings and stretchy top. All quite transparent. It didn't look like she had any underwear on!
I could clearly see her wrinkled hard nipples....
"Pete," she said, "you've got a better physique than these guys. Wouldn't you like to give it a go?"
"Er, no Mum, just not my kind of thing."
"Well at least me take a couple of photos of you in trunks so that I can show my friends what you would look like as a wrestler."
"Mum, that's a bit weird, and in any case, I don't have any trunks."
"It's not that weird" she slurred, " I'm proud of my boy and like to show him off. There's some of Dads trunks amongst his stuff upstairs. Come on, follow me and we'll find them."
"Erm, ok. " I said, and followed her up the stairs. She had teamed a pair of white stilletoes with her outfit and the view from behind was enough to give me a boner as she wiggled up the stairs in front of me.
The white leggings left nothing to the imagination, clinging deep into the cheeks of her buttocks and swooping down to the cleft of her pussy. She was wearing one of her sensuous perfumes and the heady, delicious scent wafted behind her, drawing me in.
Once in her room, she went to some drawers, rummaged around and held aloft a small looking pair of black trunks.
"Pop in to the en-suite and put these on" she said.
I did as I was told.
Hmmmm,, Dad must be smaller than me, these were a tight fit in all directions. Made much worse by my swollen excited member.
I finally managed to tuck it all in and walked back in to the bedroom.
"Oh my" said Mother, " you should definitely be on the TV. "You'd have some lady fans wetting their panties!"
"Mother!" I said, squirming with embarrassment.
"We'll it's true" she murmured, wide eyed. "Now strike some poses for me."
I posed in some kind of body builder type poses whilst Mum clicked away with her phone. I was finding this very embarrassing and my erection was waning rapidly.
"I know" she said, "let's practice some moves, just for fun. Seeing as how you look the part.
But don't hurt me..."
I readily agreed to this outrageous idea, thinking that I might cop a crafty feel of something!
Mum got me to help push the bed aside, creating a large clear floor space.
Her first move was to put me in a headlock. She had said "don't hurt me", but she wasn't holding back.
My face squeezed up against her firm breast. Nipple digging in to my cheek.
We tried each move against each other in turn.
We wrestled around on the floor. The closeness of her body with the heady scent was driving me nuts.
Next she tried a head scissors. Her thighs clamped tightly around my head. So close in fact, that I could she the bristles of her shaved pussy poking through the thin material, just inches from my face.
My erection was quickly coming back and I hoped it wouldn't pop out of these tiny trunks.
She released, much to my disappointment, and then my turn. I put her in a scissor hold and could feel her face pressed against my boner. This was getting too much to bear. All this writhing grappling and rubbing.
I was sure she was enjoying this as much as me, but I lacked the courage to ask to fuck her!
She was gasping and grunting and giving it her all.
Next she attempted a pin fall, one knee on each of my shoulders, her crotch pushed against my face.
I could smell her pussy it was that close. Every time I lifted a shoulder she would push me back down with her knee and crotch.
Then, as she pushed me back one last time, she made the same gasping noise I'd heard her make in front of the TV.
I'm sure Mother had just cum against my face.
She stood up, legs astride me. She was red faced, flushed, trembling. Her Lycra clinging to her sweating body. Chest jutting and heaving, topped by her rock hard bullets of nipples...Fuck, she looked hot.
