“Great morning,” Linda said as she passed her son in the hallway.
She looks a lot like 39-year-old Katy Perry, but with a more curvy figure and bigger breasts.
Linda just came out of the bathroom… with a small white towel wrapped around her sexy body.
As she entered the bedroom, Bobby’s eyes were drawn to her big ass…a barley covered ass.
He was drawn to her door like a magnet… just in time to see the towel fall to the floor.
Linda saw her son at the door and put her hands on her hips…her large pear-shaped breasts bulged outward. She looked at him carefully, but did not get angry.
“Bobby!” she whispered in a sweet motherly voice and looked toward the master bathroom where she could hear her husband getting ready for work.
Linda quietly scolded her son, but smiled as she closed the bedroom door.
Oh, the poor kid… he must be crazy… to be sneaking up on me like that. But hey, if his dad comes out of the bathroom and catches him staring at my naked body, we’ll both have some explaining to do. Not that I had a problem with Bobby seeing me naked… it’s just… well, I don’t think my husband would understand. Linda thought.
Bobby returned to his room. Like most 18-year-olds, he was attracted to the bodies of middle-aged women. It didn’t help that his mother had been so free and comfortable with him lately. Since he was eighteen, every time he turned around, she seemed half naked. He rubbed the new bulge under his shorts.
Oh my god, Mom has the biggest tits I’ve ever seen. Just like those girls in Juggs magazine. This is the second time I’ve seen her like this, and she doesn’t really seem to be offended by me.
A short while later, she heard her parents come out of the master suite. Her father stayed downstairs, but Linda sneaked into Bobby’s bedroom.
“This room is a disaster, sir. I hope you plan to clean it today,” she said.
It took Bobby a second to respond, his eyes roaming up and down his mother’s body. She wore a short polyester miniskirt down her long, shapely legs and her large breasts were wrapped in a thin cashmere sweater.
“Yeah, uh… I’ll clean up tonight.” Bobby mumbled.
“Oh, I have to wash my delicates today. Before you leave, I need to put all my underwear back in my hamper, okay, honey,” she said.
“Underpants?” Bobby asked.
Linda walked over to her bed and pulled out a pair of black transparent bikini panties from beneath the pillow.
“Yes, panties,” she said, smiling.
A stream of fresh cock juice began flowing from the panties to her arms.
“Bobby,” she said, still not angry, but with a hint of amusement.
“Sorry, Mom.” Bobby said, laughing.
“No, you’re not,” she said teasingly.
Bobby watched as he wiped his arms as best he could.
God, this cum was still hot… and there was a lot of it. Surely this can’t be from an orgasm, right? she thought.
“Some girls will lick it and swallow it,” he joked.
She said, “Yes, I am not a girl, I am your mother and I certainly did not need the taste of your sperm on my tongue when I said goodbye to your father this morning.”
“By the way, you look really nice today,” Bobby said.
Linda looked at the huge bulge forming a tent in her son’s shorts.
“Yes, I know…thank you.” She smiled, her pink lips showing her white teeth.
“You’re welcome,” he said.
Oh my god, Mom was literally staring at it. How cool is this? she thought.
“Is that thing going to fall off?” she squealed like a nervous teenager.
“Not when you’re around. Want to see something nice?” he asked.
“Oh,” she said, giving him a weird look.
Bobby flexed his boner, making it rise further under his shorts. His brick hard bulge pulled against the fabric and pushed it out.
Linda’s eyes widened. She felt the clam’s lips tighten and its large areola begin to harden. She moved her eyes away from the bulge and found her son watching her reaction.
“Pretending,” she teased.
That’s why every mother I know wants an eighteen year old boy between her legs. I couldn’t believe how my pussy reacted to this. It was like there was a current running through it, Linda thought.
“Can you sit on my lap like last morning?”
“Oh, dear, not this morning. I have to start breakfast,” she said.
“Please… just a few minutes,” Bobby begged.
She looked down at the throbbing bulge, then glanced into the hallway to make sure her husband was downstairs.
“One minute, that’s it for this morning…okay?”
“Great,” Bobby said as he sat down in his office chair.
Linda came over and sat sideways on his lap. She felt his raging erection slide to one side, his thick cock sinking between her fleshy cheeks.
Bobby sighed softly and Linda giggled, pushing his hair back with her long nails.
“You’re so cute,” she smiled, loving the feeling of the long cock penetrating the soft crevice of her ass.
I sit on my husband’s lap all the time but I’ve never felt anything like this. Why? Is my son really that good? God, it felt like a thick Italian sausage was stuffed in my ass crack. She thought.
“Can you do what you did the other day?” Bobby asked politely.
“That thing? Oh, you mean this?” she said, clenching her cheeks and buttocks together, stroking his rod.
“Oh, yes.” His voice trembled.
When Linda slowly turned toward him and put her arms around his shoulders, Bobby could see straight into her huge breasts. Through the sweater he could see where the edge of her bra was and the bulge of breast flesh peeking out from the top. She contracted her pectoral muscles sharply, causing her breasts to jiggle under her sweater.
“You’re not the only pretender in this room.” She smiled.
She pulled him forward and placed his head on her soft breasts. She wrapped her arms around him now, rocking gently, clenching her soft cheeks around his thick bulge again. She felt it pushing back…penetrating her warm slit.
I can’t believe my husband is downstairs waiting for his breakfast and here I am, hugging our son’s little ass. To make matters worse, I kept feeling these bad sensations inside me… from the pit of my stomach to my lovely bare feet. What does this mean? She wanted to know.
“Oh, that reminds me… I don’t mind if you come and check in on me while I’m getting dressed. Just make sure your dad is downstairs first… okay,” Linda said.
“Okay.” Bobby smiled.
The busty mom smiled lovingly as Bobby’s body trembled with excitement.
“There,” he said, jumping off of her.
“Feeling better?” She smiled.
“Yeah, I could do that all day,” he said.
“I don’t doubt it, anyway,” Linda said, eyeing the teen’s cock.
“You might want to put on your shorts before you go down,” he said, smiling.
Bobby looked down and saw a large, wet stain of pre-cum through his shorts.
“I guess I was a little excited,” he said.
“What do you think?” Linda laughed.
She turned toward the door…and saw another pair of panties hanging from the inner door handle.
“Bobby,” she said almost mockingly, holding them up.
“I’m sorry, Mom… I’ll put the rest in your basket,” he said.
“Thanks… after you change, make sure you get that beast under control before you go downstairs,” she said with a half smile, eyeing his cock again.
My son pissed me off. So cute! My little underwear thief…hehe. I can feel uncomfortable, but why? He’s a teenage boy doing normal teenage things. Don’t all boys use their mom’s panties? There must have been some sort of ritual after he dug them out of my basket. He probably sniffed them…savoring the strong, pungent aroma of my clean mom’s muffins. He might even flip them over and suck on the crotch. I can just imagine his cute little eyes rolling up when he tastes the bitter sweet flavor…the result of my daily drips of pussy butter. His glans must feel good even with the slightest touch. No wonder he packed them in such a huge load. He thought.
Linda held the soaked panties between two fingers before placing them in the basket. A long stream of semen fell towards the basket and she caught one with her fingers. Strangely, she brought a drop of chicken juice to her nose and sniffed it. Then, without hesitation, she put it on her tongue.
Thick and sweet…exactly what I expected from a boy my age. Wow, Linda, you realize you just tasted the milk from your son’s testicles… it probably came out of the tip of his penis less than an hour ago. Those evil butterflies are here again. Well, he tasted me… pretty good. Hey, where’s the mouthwash? she thought.
Bobby could barely concentrate at the breakfast table. His eyes couldn’t stop following his mother into the kitchen.
First of all there are those long bronze legs that look strong…yet soft like a baby. Her sexy bare feet, hooked little fingers and nails were painted a light pink.
Every few minutes, Linda would reach into the closet, put her weight on one toe, bend her ankles and flex her legs. Blood rushed back into Bobby’s cock.
What would it feel like to have your legs wrapped around you like that? What would it be like to see them thrown back in a huge dazzling eagle…those beautiful bare feet pointing in opposite directions? she wondered.
And then… there were her breasts. The soft and sticky mountain of joy always seemed to be shaking or moving as she moved around. For the little boy, it was a visual feast.
As her husband sat down next to her, Linda gave her son a sweet wink, as if she knew exactly what was going on in his dirty little mind.
My poor darlings. Both are very excited about their mother. She smiled.
Bobby could barely concentrate at school that day. He kept replaying the morning’s events in his mind… His mother turned toward him, her hands on her soft hips… Her pendulous breasts, still glistening from the shower, swayed gently back and forth.
“Bobby,” her sweet voice whispered.
The scene flashes back…the mother turns around…breasts heaving…hands on her wide hips about to deliver the baby.
“Bobby.” Came the whisper.
Bobbi let this image settle into her mind… taking it all in. Her hanging breasts had cute little stretch marks as their weight pulled them toward her belly. Huge, thick rubbery areolas… dotted with mammary glands and nipples designed for sucking. Then there was her pubic bone… the crown jewel of perfect motherhood… covered only by a thin sliver of well-groomed pubic hair. The tiny nub underneath… marked the entrance to her inner sanctum.
Bobby’s cock felt like it would rip his shorts apart. He could feel his mother’s ass cheeks closing on him…suffocating his girth.
“Pretend,” she heard him say.
Mom stood by my door looking sexy… looking at my big cock. Her eyes widened… and her mouth opened. It’s an expression I’ve never seen before. I impressed her. My own sexy mom! Bobby thought.
“Pretend,” she said teasingly… like a nervous young girl who really wanted this.
Often, Bobby’s mind would wander to the clouds, to his young naked body lying on top of his beautiful, plump mother. Her arms wrapped around him… her long nails clawing at his back. Slowly, her strong, silky legs would slide around him until her heels were against his ass… hugging him tightly to her. And then they would start to rise… like a female spider webbing her prey up into the clouds… ready to devour it. Linda would grab his rod and push the swollen knob into the mouth of her open pussy.
As they disappear into the clouds, Bobby’s cock sinks into his mother’s soft private hole… all the way to the balls. Before they disappear completely, his mother begins to shake them gently. They swing back and forth… a mass of agonized flesh hanging in the air.
Suddenly, the sound of the bell brought Bobby back to reality. As the other children dispersed, the teacher, Mrs. Jacobs, stood at the front of the classroom and stared at him with a dirty look.
“Is it hard for us to concentrate today?” he asked.
“I’m sorry,” Bobby replied, awkwardly walking out of the classroom.
“Hi,” Linda said, standing up from folding clothes in the laundry room.
“Hi mom,” Bobby said.
“Hey bandit, what are you doing?” he asked.
He said, “Oh…nothing. Just take a break.”
“Is everything all right?” he asked.
“Yeah, umm… I just… wanted to call and say hi,” he said.
“How cute… I missed you.” She smiled as she folded the sexy lace bra.
“I miss you too. Umm, Mom, can I help you out? Can you send me a picture?”
“My photo?” She smiled.
“Yeah… well, I thought it would be cool to see a picture of you on my phone… and show my friends,” he explained.
“Wow, what a darling,” she said.
“Then you can?” he asked.
Send him some sexy Linda. Poor guy was suffering from lust. How come? I can’t allow him to show such pictures to his friends.’ Wait, I know what I’m going to do…
He said, “What can I say…how about I send you two pictures. One for you to show to your friends…and one just for you.”
“Okay.” Bobby smiled.
“Give me a few minutes,” she said.
“Thank you, Mom,” he said.
“Goodbye, dear,” she said.
Okay, where do I take it? My bedroom is probably the best place. But wait… what about her bedroom? Perfect! she thought.
Linda went upstairs to her son’s bedroom. It remains messy and disorganized.
That guy! Well, first of all his friends. A little sexy, but not too sexy. No need for any dirty phone calls from the neighbor’s mom.
Bobby was waiting anxiously in the bathroom. The bell rang and he realized he was late for class, but he didn’t care.
A few seconds later, a text came on her phone and she opened it. It’s a full shot of her mother standing in her bedroom. Still wearing her skirt and sweater, Linda leaned slightly on the dresser, striking a cute pose, one long brown leg forward, her knee slightly bent… her toes resting on the floor, her heels tucked in. She had a sweet and innocent motherly smile on her face.
Written below the photo: “For your friends”
Amazing! Those legs…and the way she lifted her legs up. Oh my god! Her tits…God, look at the way she pushes them out. Oh shit, my cock is throbbing! Bobby thought.
Linda looked around the room, thinking about the next photo.
Okay, now give one to my baby. Should I get naked? Oh, Linda, this is too bad. Damn, those butterflies are here again. I knew I would be naked in his bed, but not completely exposed. I have to leave some room for his imagination. She thought.
A few minutes later the second photo arrived. Bobby’s heart began pounding in his chest with excitement as he pulled his cock out of his shorts with his free hand. At the beginning of the photo Linda is lying on Bobby’s bed…completely naked. Leaning on her elbows and resting her chin on her palms, she smiled sweetly at the camera, her big naked breasts jutting out like soft dough between her and the mattress. In the background Bobby can see her plump buttocks. Her legs are playfully crossed, her sexy brown legs bent and her toes pointed upward.
Below the photo was written: “For your use only.”
Oh, my God! he screamed.
Bobby groaned for the second time… his hands were shaking almost madly.
Oh my god, Mom was naked on my bed! I wanted to stop and relax, but I was already in trouble for being late for class. He thought.
Bobby couldn’t stop staring at the photo all day. Even in his room at home, he had trouble focusing on his homework as he found himself rubbing his penis through his shorts while looking at sexy pictures on his phone. He didn’t hear his mother when she passed by his door.
“Shouldn’t you be doing that young man’s math homework?” he asked, almost jokingly.
“Yes, mom, it’s done.” He blushed as he said this and threw the phone aside.
“Do you want to take a break?”
“Why?” he asked.
“Well… I wanted to take a shower before your dad gets home. I thought maybe you’d want to come over and stay with me,” she said.
“Really?” Bobby asked, his heart beating faster.
“Unless you concentrate on math,” she teased.
“Oh god no.” Bobby laughed.
“Hurry up,” Linda laughed.
This is a dream! This has to be a dream. There was no way my mother would let me watch her bathe. I was going to wake up any minute…I just knew it. He thought.
Bobby followed his mother into her room like an excited puppy. Linda went ahead and closed the bedroom curtains, and Bobby stood awkwardly waiting, his attention drawn to the click of her high-heeled sandals and the hypnotic sway of his mother’s hips.
Oh my god, I can’t believe I would let my son watch me shower. Are you sure Linda? Do you really want to do this? The nudity is completely natural. It had nothing to do with his big cock…at all. Act normal…like he’s watching you bake cookies. Yeah, that’s it…it’s no big deal.
“Your dad and I are going out tonight. Do you want me to order you some pizza or something?”
“Sure, it feels good,” he said.
When her mother went into the master bathroom, Bobby followed her in. After turning on the water in the bathtub, Linda went back, closed the bathroom door, and locked it.
“How is Brian? I heard he’s very sick.”
Bobby’s heart was beating so fast he could barely reply.
“Uh… I think this is better than before,” he mumbled, sitting on the bathroom floor and leaning against the wall.
“How long has he been out of school?” she asked, sliding her little feet out of her sandals and starting to unbutton her sweater.
“It’s been two weeks so far,” Bobby said, looking at her bra-clad breasts exposed from above.
I should be awake now. God, her bra could barely contain them. Look at those boobs spilling out of the top. That bra is so sexy. All that delicate white lace… Mom is so feminine.
“Poor thing,” Linda said, taking off her sweater.
“The World Health Organization?” Bobby asked.
“Your friend Brian,” she said.
“Oh, yes… it would be awful to be that sick,” he replied.
Bobby’s cock began to swell in his shorts.
Linda unzipped her dress and it fell to the floor. She heard Bobby gasp slightly when he saw her wearing low-cut bikini panties. She took a step back and unhooked her bra.
“I don’t want you to go there until she’s fully recovered… in case whatever she has is contagious,” she said, undoing her bra straps from her shoulders.
“Okay,” Bobby said, watching him slide the cup off his chest.
As her hanging breasts were freed, they fell onto her stomach, swaying slowly back and forth. Bobby looked at the large pink caps containing the mammary glands.
Oh my god fuck! she thought.
After placing the bra beside the sink, Linda inserted her thumbs into the hem of her panties and began sliding them down her long, dusky legs.
For the second time that day Bobby’s gaze fell directly on his mother’s lovely little mound. It was covered only by a very thin triangle of dark pubic hair, and beneath it he could clearly see her cleft.
