If anything, when Paul came home for his first year, Casey looked younger than she had when he left. Maybe it was just playing with his mind. Maybe it was because he missed her more than he expected. She was much younger than most of his friends’ mothers, but she still looked younger than him. Some of his friends’ mothers were certainly hot, sexy women who got a lot of attention from older and younger men, but none of them had Kathy’s classic look or pneumatic pump curves.
That’s why he was so determined to go to a school that was far enough away that he had to leave home. For that matter, earlier this year, Paul had planned to live near campus for the summer. The distance wasn’t too far and he couldn’t go home on weekends and holidays. Breaking up with his beautiful mother was the last thing he wanted to do. All he needed was some distance. To see. Although it would be weird to live in the same house with a woman like Kathy, Paul missed her more than anyone else.
The day he returned, he arranged to arrive in the afternoon because he knew his mother was still working. He offered to give her a ride in his SUV so she could move her stuff home for the summer, but she declined the offer and asked him to rent a car. He had expected to drive four hours alone, but after half an hour of driving he began to wish his beautiful mother was there.
When Paul entered the quiet, empty house, he was both relieved and disappointed. He left his luggage in the car and was planning to bring it in later. First he went to the kitchen and looked for something to eat and drink. Then he went upstairs, but instead of going to his room, he went straight to his mother’s room. As usual, everything was neat and organized, as was his entire house and yard.
He sat on the edge of his mother’s neatly made bed and lay down. It was disappointing to say the least that the past year had not helped him resolve his dilemma about her. If anything, missing her so much made things even worse. Ironically, his deep feelings for her led him to emotionally distance himself from her.
He was there after his first year of college, and his mother was already in her thirties. She looked about twenty years older and it wasn’t uncommon for people to assume she was Paul’s sister. He always knew what a great job she did raising him on her own, but at the same time, it wasn’t easy living with a mother everyone wanted to fuck. Most of his friendships soured when others talked about her.
Paul also knew that his mother was fully aware of people’s reactions to her and did nothing to stop the attention she received. Although she dated only occasionally, she clearly enjoyed the admiration. Most people thought his hottie was a typical blonde girl, but he knew she was just playing an expected role. She was smarter than most people thought, even smarter than Paul thought.
Lying in her bed, he realized he wasn’t too far from her. Maybe that’s why he didn’t get the change in perspective he’d hoped for. His campus is close enough that he can go home for the weekend whenever he wants, and they talk via voice or video at least four times a week. Even though Paul hooked up with some hot girls he met on campus, he still continued to do that.
He didn’t realize he was attracted to girls who looked like his mom until he got close to Jenna, the fourth girl he met at school. Both were beautiful blondes with big breasts. Jenna looks more like Kathy than anyone else.
“Shit,” he mumbled, standing up from his mother’s bed and walking into the bathroom next to hers. He reached into her laundry basket and began rummaging through her dirty clothes. It was all lacy D cup bras and tight thongs. Finally he pulled out a lacy white thong and stuck the small strip of fabric over his face. Taking a deep breath, his senses were flooded with the ripe scent of his mother’s pussy.
“God, this sucks,” he said to himself, feeling his cock begin to swell as he smelled pussy, and the longer he went, the more he missed pussy.
He placed his mother’s saucy panties over his face, unzipped his jeans and pulled out his penis with his free hand. In a few seconds he was fully erect and throbbing, semen already flowing copiously from the tip of his penis. His hand quickly moved to his huge cock. After a few minutes of intense stroking, he took the boxer and wrapped it around his cock.
His cock was so big and his briefs were so small that they couldn’t cover his hard member. But the delicate fabric still felt nice, and in a roundabout way made Paul imagine his beautiful mother’s pussy close to his cock.
He saw her vagina many times when she had just gotten out of the shower or opened the door to get dressed. She didn’t panic when this happened and just kept doing her work as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Paul figured a woman like his mother had gotten so used to people looking at her body that she had stopped thinking about it. The sight of her silky smooth mounds, which she went out to get waxed every few weeks, always pained him.
He was equally impressed by her large, round breasts, their smooth areolas and perky nipples. He always noticed her dark skin and never noticed the duskiness on her. He was also impressed by the fact that her areolas were large but only slightly darker than the rest of her skin.
As he stands in his mother’s bathroom, stroking the hard pole, he thinks only of her. He loves her like he has never loved anyone in the world, but that is why he finds himself looking away from her at times.
His hand was stroking his cock fast and hard, rubbing the long, thick cock up and down the panties his mother was wearing. But soon after, he reached back into her basket, grabbed another pair, and placed them over his face, taking in the scent of her pussy as he continued to stroke the other pair.
He was just about to release a hit version when the phone in his back pocket started vibrating with incoming messages. It reminded him of all the selfies his mother had saved, many of them from the dressing room at the clothing store, and she wanted to hear what he thought of some outfit or another. Considering the way she usually dresses, her clothes are always tight and attractive.
Paul thought about the last selfie his mother had sent him while wearing a tight-fitting tank top. It could barely contain her huge breasts. If she had a little more cleavage, her areolas would have been clearly visible. Without a doubt, his mother’s breasts were the most incredible breasts he had ever seen.
After a few minutes, Paul gasped heavily as his cock released a huge plume of semen that splattered all over his mother’s basket of clothes and the wall behind them.
The young man stroked his throbbing cock until he put his hand under his mother’s panties and pulled out the last bits of semen. Finally, he used both of them to wipe off the stains on his cock and the wall. Then he threw the semen-stained underwear back into the basket.
After putting his cock away, he pulled his cell phone out of his back pocket and looked for the text message his mom had sent him.
Where are you? Are you home? said the first one. And then the second sentence: I’m glad you’re home. I can’t believe I’ve been with you all summer! I miss you so much!
Paul, still in a stupor from his orgasm, couldn’t reply right away. His mother had sent him dozens of messages throughout the semester telling him how much she missed him. He couldn’t think of anyone he knew whose mother loved them as much as Kathy loved him. Maybe it was just because she had been a single mother for so many years, but Paul didn’t care what the reason was. He loved her at least as much, if not more.
But she wasn’t confident being around him, and the way other people looked at her always embarrassed her, so although she enjoyed being around him, she kept her distance.
He decided to take a shower before she came home and decided to use her bathroom instead of his usual bathroom on the veranda of the room. He started to turn on the water, then took off his clothes, and then got into the glass-enclosed bathtub once the water was at the right temperature. The glass quickly turned to steam.
Paul soaped himself up and then stood under the water, deep in thought. He was startled when he heard his mother talking to him in the bathroom.
“Baby, when did you get home? Why didn’t you tell me you were already there? Didn’t you get my message?”
“Yeah,” he said. “I just wanted to clean up first. I didn’t expect you to be back so early.”
“I guess I was feeling uncomfortable,” she admitted. “I can’t wait to see you. Besides, it should be a really nice weekend, so by lunchtime half the office is gone and it’s time to start work early.”
“Mom, the last time I was home was three weeks ago.”
Even through the steam-covered glass, he could see her leaning against the sink. Her black office skirt was tight and short, shorter than the skirts worn by all of her co-workers. She usually wears suits with skirts and jackets, but she must have taken off her jacket before entering the bathroom. She was wearing just a white shirt. Although he couldn’t make out any details through the condensation on the glass, Paul could tell that his mother’s shirt was open enough that a healthy portion of her deep, smooth cleavage was visible. That’s what she usually wears.
“I know, but three weeks might as well be forever,” she replied.
Her tone was plaintive, not maternal at all. She sounds more like Jenna when she’s trying to get Paul to do something he doesn’t want to do.
“Mom,” she replied, “we talk almost every night and you and I send more messages than anyone else.”
“I know. But it’s different than you being here.”
Paul heard his mother’s voice. He could never admit it to her, but the way she spoke to him was more like his girlfriend than his mother. Despite having just given her a good wipe with her panties, his cock began to tingle as thoughts of Jenna crossed his mind. They were almost like twins and he knew he had to prevent them from meeting or else the obvious comparison between the two would be noticed.
“It’s okay,” she finally said, rubbing his cock gently. “I miss you, too.”
“Well, why don’t you hurry up and let me freshen up too and then we can go out for a nice welcome home dinner?”
“That feels so good, Mom.”
Kathy giggled with delight and Paul could see her flinching. He was pausing now so he didn’t have to finish the shower in front of her with his semi-erect penis. As she got ready to leave, he saw her stop in front of the laundry basket. He could see her slip her hand in and quickly look back at him. After saying that, she held a small ball of white cloth in her hand and quickly left the room.
Paul immediately wished he had been more careful and poured his load of semen into the bottom of the basket. It would have been foolish to think that his mother didn’t know the exact smell and feel of semen or even the soaking inside of a pair of tight panties. He knew he had been caught, and he couldn’t remember ever feeling more embarrassed than he did now. At the same time, he couldn’t help but wonder what his mother was doing with the slutty panties she had found. There was no way she could pick them up without coming into contact with his semen.
His cock swelled rapidly and he turned the water cold and began masturbating again. He let the water get as cold as it could go, then turned it off and went out to get a towel. Still half erect despite the cold shower, he noticed that his mother had not closed the door between the bathroom and the bedroom. He quickly dried himself off and wrapped the towel around his waist.
She found her mother sitting on the edge of the bed. She had kicked off her shoes, crossed her legs and pulled her skirt up to her thighs. Her shirt lay on the bed, her huge breasts straining against the full cups of her lacy bra. Panties were nowhere to be seen, and Kathy had a faraway look in her eyes. Only seconds before she had seen her half-naked son standing in the room.
“Oh… darling,” he said dreamily. “Are we getting ready to go out?”
“Yes, if you like. Sorry for occupying your bathroom. I really didn’t expect you to come back until later.”
Paul couldn’t bring himself to move. His mother was acting like she was sleepwalking and he couldn’t take his eyes off her legs or the huge, smooth nipples that were spilling out of her bra. His cock began to grow, forming a large bulge against the wet towel at his waist.
“It’s okay, honey. You can always use Mom’s bathroom,” she said, still avoiding eye contact.
His cock was throbbing under the towel and he couldn’t control it. His mother’s eyes were fixed on the tubular bulge, but it seemed as if she was staring into it. He wanted to rip the towel off and pull his mother’s beautiful breasts out of her bra, slide his swollen cock between them and feel them. The very thought made him grow bigger and harder, and his cock began to rise against the wet washcloth.
But she’s his mother. That’s impossible.
“I guess I should get ready,” she said half-heartedly.
“Yeah,” Casey nodded. “Yeah. Me too.”
Without saying anything she stood up and unzipped her dress, sliding it to the floor, revealing a very sexy turquoise thong underneath. There was no denying how incredible his mother’s body was, and seeing her standing there in panties and bra made Paul’s cock throb harder than ever. He had seen her in bikinis, almost like lingerie, but this was different.
“Baby, let me know when you’re ready,” she said. Then she turned and entered the bathroom, softly closing the door behind her. Her mother’s ass was nearly bare, even brown like the rest of her body.
It didn’t occur to Paul that she could easily go back to the bedroom at any time, and he threw the towel off his waist and grabbed his aching cock. He began stroking his cock hard and furiously, imagining what it would feel like to have his cock sliding between his mother’s delicate, round ass.
With his big fists firmly clenched in anger, Paul lifted his mother’s shirt from the bed and looked at her semen soaked panties that he had found in the basket. Now he could not pretend that he had not found them, or figure out what she had done with them. He put his shirt back on and picked up his boxers. He stretched them as far over his cock as he could and he grunted and began stroking his throbbing member again, not caring at all whether his mother would suddenly return and find him.
He lost track of time, pumping his cock harder and harder and finally erupted with another creamy load inside his mother’s little thong. He was in a daze when he squeezed the last of his cum into Casey’s thong. He used them again to wipe the excess semen off his cock and fingers, but the small piece of cloth was soaked. Without thinking he threw them onto his mother’s shirt and walked out of her room, leaving them and the towels behind.
**
Casey drove to the restaurant. They spent a lot of time getting ready. Paul was used to it, and he was used to how she dressed when she went out to eat. I’m used to it, but I’m still very impressed by it. Eventually his mother came down in a sleek tuxedo. It was white, which accentuated her beautiful dark skin, and the low-cut halter top exposed her deep, smooth cleavage to distraction. It was a braless outfit and Paul couldn’t ignore the hypnotic movements of his mother’s huge breasts in every pose and movement.
The skirt hem was tight and short. Kathy’s ass and thighs were a little plump, but still tight and firm like a young woman’s, and in the driver’s seat of her car her skirt hung almost to her ass.
Kathy was in a completely different mood than those tense moments they shared after the shower. She was almost giddy with happiness now, driving and talking about all the things they could do together in the summer. Paul followed her as best he could, but as soon as he saw the shape of his hard cock under the towel, he remembered the dreamy look in her eyes and his concentration was seriously disrupted.
He was also worried about how she looked in that outfit and remembered how she had removed her bra and thong before going to the bathroom.
Yet Paul had seen her clothed and/or unclothed many times before. She had never been shy about her body, and her son had always vacillated between wanting to be like his friend’s mother and being proud of her. It also meant she was used to hearing words like “slut,” “slut,” and “MILF” called to her by men her age and their mothers. A big reason for this is that none of them had any long-lasting, close friendships.
On the other hand, he would be lying if he said he didn’t think his mother was a slut. He hadn’t spent time reading Shakespeare, but Paul knew she was smarter than people gave her credit for. She always came to work in carefully chosen attire that teetered between slutty and professional office attire, and her progress had been steady ever since they’d been at the same company.
Paul couldn’t blame her. She was just doing what she thought she needed to do to raise her son. He never knew who his father was. He wasn’t even sure if his mother knew, but she never asked. He didn’t care. She was everything he needed.
He didn’t know where she was taking him for dinner, but he knew that when they walked in, she would shock everyone in the room and he was used to it, and tonight he would not feel any embarrassment. He is simply proud of his mother’s sex appeal and beauty.
At one point during the visit, Kathy placed her free hand on her son’s thigh and kept it there while she told him how happy she was to have him home. Despite having masturbated twice, his cock began to feel warm from his mother’s intimate touch. He almost placed his hand on hers, but just then, a text notification rang on his phone. At first, he was relieved because he didn’t know what would happen if he placed his hands on his mother. But then he saw Jenna’s message.
Now Paul is looking at the photos that are plastered on his phone screen. Jenna’s big bare breasts are staring at him. He holds one heavy globe tightly in his hand. A few seconds later, the text says, “Miss, baby,” telling me we won’t go the whole summer without seeing each other.
Paul stared longingly at his college girlfriend’s tits while his mom’s hand gently squeezed his leg, which was just inches away from his cock. He eventually closed the photo and put the phone back in his shirt pocket before Casey could see what he was looking at. She was the last person he wanted to see what his girlfriend looked like. The similarities between them are too obvious.
