“Alex time for class!” A knock on my door pulled me out of my slumber, as my mother poked her head into my room to get me up for the day. Like every week day my mother had the impeccable timing of waking me up before my alarm would go off at 7:30. I tossed in bed a little and gave a small groan as the sheer shifted on top of me and began to sit up. This was enough to show she had done her job and she gave me a small smile before heading downstairs presumably to make breakfast.

As I pulled myself out of bed and to my feet I realised my cock was hard and erect, I let out a groan as I contemplated taking care of if before heading down stairs. The tent formed in the front of my pants was obvious. It wasn’t anything special down there just above six inches but it was thick. For a moment the thought crossed my mind that my mother might have noticed the tent pitched inside my bed. I quickly lost track of those thoughts as my mother called out to me again about breakfast. I pulled on a shirt and a pair of shorts to wear over my briefs and headed down stairs.

Now my mum wasn’t a crazy, stunning woman with the body of a twenty-year-old. She was 5’7 and was a little bit curvier for her size. Here straight black hair hung just below her shoulders, was often done up in some kind of bun. Rich brown eyes and black rimmed glasses on her face. With pale skin mainly from working in offices all day. Her 36DD were her real asset, and her wide hips that lead to what only could be described as an incredibly fat ass. That’s the sight I was greeted to as my own mother was bent down getting something from the fridge. With her black skirt pulled tightly around her large ass. I stood there distracted for a moment just staring at her behind.

“Still sleeping, are we?” she asked as she stood up and caught me staring, I figured she must have thought I was daydreaming or just lost on thought. “How many eggs did you want?” she asked again completely breaking me out of mesmerised state. “Uhh 2 is fine and some toast if that’s okay.” I finally responded. I didn’t often stare or fantasise about my own mother, but the internet has become littered with that sort of porn, so of course the thought drifted across my mind from time to time. I wouldn’t try and perv on her, but on occasion I would be able to catch a glimpse or her or the sight of her would make me realise she is a woman. I don’t think she knew her son thought of her like that, and surely it would manifest into disgust if she did.

I took a seat at the kitchen table and realised that staring at my own mothers are did nothing to help aide in the erection I had throbbing in my shorts. As my mother made breakfast, we made some small talk about her work, my university work, about dad coming home next Wednesday. My dad worked away most of the time, which was just a part of our lives. I am sure it put some strain on my parents’ marriage but they both seemed happy and able to manage the arrangement. Then as my mother was serving up breakfast the subject moved onto girls, as it often would and my lack of interest in them.

“I mean it would be nice to have a girlfriend for the obvious reasons, but beyond that it would just be a lot of work. Plus, with all my classes lately, I just don’t have the energy to do anything besides study, work and sleep.” I said as I sort of went on a diatribe of excuses as to why I didn’t have a girlfriend at the moment. It’s not that I didn’t want one, or couldn’t get one. I mean I was an average looking guy, but it’s more that I just didn’t have an interest in spending that energy.

“No energy?” My mother let out a small laugh at that comment. “God, the youth really is wasted on the young.” She teased before I shot back. “Well I mean, you do everything for me so I don’t really need a girlfriend right now anyway.”

“I don’t think I take care of everything a young man needs, and I think I should start making you do your own washing and cooking from now on.” She responded.

Her and I made conversation for a little bit more before she had to leave for work. After I finished up with my own breakfast I went for a shower and took care my pressing issue at hand and couldn’t help but think about my own mother telling me I need to get laid. Hell she was right, maybe I do need to get laid.

It was just after 8pm at night by the time I finished my classes and my part time retail job. Wasn’t exactly the most exciting life I lead, but it would keep my out of trouble and too tired to make any bad decisions in my life. Mum was already home and no doubt she had already made some dinner and left it out for me. She’d probably be in bed by now catching up on some reading before eventually going to sleep.

Walking inside the house through the living room I noticed my mum was still up and watching tv with a glass of wine in her hand. She only had wine after a considerably long, miserable day at work or if she was feeling lonely missing my dad. She was still in the black pencil skirt that had scrunched itself up her thighs as she sat on the couch and her button-down blouse had one too many buttons undone and it showed off her cleavage and I could see the edges of her black bra. I couldn’t help but stare at her for a moment before she realised, I was there, and once again caught me checking her out.

“Hey there stranger, there is some lasagne left in the microwave for you it is probably still warm.” She said with a smile. She clearly had a tough day at work, as she was definitely more on the tipsy side. Something that was rare to see, but happened on occasion. “How was work?” I asked.

“Good, busy and a long shift. Just need some time out from everything going on and some relaxation.” She said gesturing to her wine.

“Well I understand that, I might have some dinner and a shower before heading to bed.”

“God a shower is a great idea, and you can’t just leave your mother drinking alone. That would just mean I am an alcoholic. You eat and have a shower and I will go take a bath and then we can come finish off my wine and a movie. Just forget about everything tonight.” Before I could even respond my mother took off to draw a bath in her en suite.

After my own shower I put on a pair of loose track pants and a clean shirt before heading back down to the living room. To my surprise I found my mother already out of her bath and on the couch. Her hair still dry, but the bun done up neatly and in a black satin robe that cut off just before her knees. With her legs pulled up into the middle of the couch. She gave me another big smile as she greeted me. “Hello again stranger.”

“Oh, so am I just a stranger tonight?” I asked as I took a seat at the other end of the couch. “For tonight you can be.” She responded as she leaned from the couch to pour a glass of wine for me, before handing it to me. We took a short while flicking through Netflix before settling on a new Adam Sandler movie. The movie dragged on a little at the start before my focus was taken away from it.

My mother had stretched her legs out across the couch and over my lap, it caused her robe to shift slightly as rest higher up her thigh. Her soft white skin was more exposed and the pressure from her feet and legs over my lap. I glanced up at her, but she seemed to be intently watching the movie. Her lips pursed a little as she occasionally took a sip of wine.

I finished my second glass of wine and felt the stirring sensation in my pants. Just thinking about it made it worse. I tried to focus on the movie, but struggled as my eyes would move back over and linger on my mother’s thigh. I bit down on my lip, hoping the pain would distract me. Her legs stretched out for a moment rubbing their length across the bulge that was beginning to form.

“I didn’t think the movie was this good.” She said as she curled her knees back up a little dragging her legs and feet across my bulge.

“It isn’t, it just happens sometimes.”

“See this is why you need a girlfriend to take care of those needs, that your mother can’t”

“Well I mean if I am a stranger, that makes you one as well.” I joked, that is when she did something unexpected. Rolling onto her back she kept her legs over my lap, and the black satin robe exposed just a sliver across her stomach. I could see the edges of her panties and bra.

“I mean, I guess we are both strangers then. Do you watch Netflix with almost naked strangers often?” she asked while looking up at me as she her legs pressed down against my growing bulge.

“Not as often as I would like, do you normally get half naked, drunk, and watch Netflix with strangers?”

She blushed a little at that comment as we looked at each other. “I don’t ever do this, but it is exciting.” Her hands moved down pulling at the black satin robe to the side a little more to reveal her stomach, black lace panties and black lace bra. I had never seen my own mother like this before. Her soft pale skin contrasting against the black lace on her body. Her large round breasts almost completely on display as the lace held it tight against her skin and her soft pink nipples were almost poking through.

“It gets more exciting.” I responded softly as my hand moved across and against her exposed thigh. I leant down moving on top of my own mother we began to kiss. The taste of red wine was on her breath as we began to kiss more deeply. Our mouths parting a little and our tongues dancing with each other as my body pressed down against hers more. My hands rubbing along her thighs and over her hips as I pulled the black satin robe off her shoulders leaving her in just her underwear.

Her hands moved under my shirt pulling it up. For a moment our kiss broke as she pulled it off over my head, and I sat back taking it from my shoulders and arms. I looked down and for a moment we were both considering what to do. Lust too out as I reached down grabbing hold of her breasts giving them a firm squeeze. It was enough to prompt her to sit up a little and remove her bra. Finally, I got to see those beautiful breasts bare and exposed.

I bought my head down almost instantly to take one of her nipples into my mouth and began to suck on her nipple. I could hear her moan as I move one hand down between her legs. Being able to feel her wet panties already as I continued to suck on her nipple. Letting my teeth lightly graze against it for a moment, gave her chills and goose bumps raised over her skin.

My fingers pressed in a little through her panties, moving up along them over her clit. Rubbing it through the fabric as my hand moved over the hem of the underwear. I started to kiss my way down her body and as I got to the edge of her panties, I pulled at them. Her hips lifted up, allowing me to pull them down and over her large round ass. She kicked off her panties and my mother was now completely naked for me as she bought her knees up and spread her legs.

I leaned down and slid my tongue along the edges of labia. Painstakingly slow as my tongue danced along the edges. Her hand reached down stroking through my hair and tugging on it. My tongue slid along her pussy, only letting it stay in contact with her clit for a moment. My tongue continued to slide from the base of her pussy up over her clit, each successive time spending a little longer on her clit and more focus on it.

By the end my tongue was working on her clit, her legs had pulled around my head. Her feet resting on the middle of my back as her lips lifted to rub against my face more. My tongue flicking and stroking her clit. I could feel her legs tense up and a small shake of her body as she climaxed over my face.

I continued to let my tongue rub and tease her clit as she quivered beneath me. Her hand pulled at my hair, hard enough to yank me away and her legs squeezed shut. Locking her legs together tightly as she was far too sensitive for me to continue. I couldn’t help but smile knowing I had just made this beautiful woman cum. I pulled away from her and stood up at the side of the couch, as I began to move my track pants off, she sat up. I was surprised as she helped remove my pants and reveal my hard cock. She took it into her mouth without hesitation, or prompting.

My own mothers hot wet mouth wrapped around my cock as I stood there in a sense of disbelief. I steadied myself by placing my hands on her head, but I let her control the rhythm and pace. My hips pushed forward a little, wanting to plunge my cock down her throat. I held back the urge as she would slide up allowing her lips to almost kiss the head of my cock, before letting her tongue swirl around the tip. Sliding it along the small slit. Her tongue would then move back down the underside of my cock, then slide her hot mouth back down my cock taking it deep in her throat.

This would continue with the pace picking up, eventually she stopped swirling and teasing the head of my cock. She began to move up and down my cock at a faster pace as she gave me such an incredible blowjob. I could feel myself getting close to cumming. I pulled her away from me letting out a frustrated groan that I didn’t just finish. I wanted more though, I wanted to do more. She gave me a cheeky smile as she moved her hand up and stroked my cock.

“Was someone close to finishing?” She said with a large grin, her hand continuing to stroke me while leaning in licking the tip of my cock once more. “What about on my face? Did you want to finish there?”

“I want to finish inside you.” I said reaching down for her hand and pulling her up to her feet. I lead her down to my bedroom both of us completely naked. The whole time us grabbing and kissing one another. By the time we got to my bed, I was practically carrying her as I pushed her down against the bed. I climbed on top of her and felt my cock push up against her body.

She reached her hand down between my legs grabbing hold of my cock and guided it inside of her. I pushed my cock deep inside of her. Feeling her tight pussy wrapped around my cock squeezing it. I began to fuck her in my bedroom, burying my cock deeper into her pussy as I began to push down harder. My cock forcing deeper into her with each thrust sliding deeper inside of her.

She let out a long moan, moaning my name as her hands rubbed and clawed at my back. I moaned with her. Our moans filling the room as my thick cock stretched out my own mother. Feeling her tight wet pussy sliding down every inch of me. I could feel her body begin to clench and tighten under me.

Her body was arching as she tried to grind up and meet each thrust of my cock, while it slid deeper inside of her. I reached down to grab hold of her hips to keep her steady. Pinning her to the bed almost as I felt myself getting closer. She moaned more, her moans filling the room, probably the entire house. With a shudder I felt her climax over my cock. The wave of pleasure rolling over her. Her pussy tightened around my cock squeezing it, as my throbbing thick member exploded into her.

Thick white streams of cum filled her tight pussy. I gave a few slow but hard thrusts into her as I finished emptying my load inside of her, before moving to the side and collapsing down on the bed beside her. We both laid there in a sense of ecstasy and euphoria as cum dribbled from my own mother’s pussy. That’s when it dawned on me, I had just cum deep inside my own mother.

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