Usually I got very little sleep on school nights and as a result I had to be called by my Mom dozens of times before stumbling out of bed and arriving to school just on time. However, the combination of summer anticipation and a good nights rest awoke me unusually early at 7:15. I had 30 minutes before I had to get up so I lay there, careful planning through the events on summer in my head. My thoughts then turned to my mom as I heard her wake up and go downstairs to grab breakfast. I had been strongly attracted to her for years and for a 41 year old woman she looking stunning. Her jet black framing her perfectly carved super model features and large green eyes. Skin was slightly bronzed and although she had gained a few pounds in recent years they were all in the right places, with a really bouncy but pronounced butt and ballooning 36G breasts which I had gathered by sneaking a look at one of her used bras. It wasn't just me that saw her beauty. My friends would tease me occasionally that they had masturbated thinking about her. I pretended to be annoyed but secretly it turned me on as I had often masturbated over her too, stealing her dirty panties and inhaling their musky aroma as well as tasting the vibrator I could hear her using most nights due to not having a boyfriend since she split with my father when I was a young child. I desired her body immensely.
As it approached 7:45 I heard my mom walking down the hall towards my room.
Almost as quickly as the view had appeared it was gone again as the window was open and she walked back to the far corner of the room to check my closet. I closed my eyes to a slit so I wouldn't be caught but it was enough to take in the sight of her amazing cleavage which was spilling over the nightdress. Her large tits were impressively pert for their size and age and I was fantasising about the thought of my 8 inch erection slipping between them, the head gently lapping her tongue with each thrust.
She exited the room but I could barely contained myself any longer and furiously began masturbating, the images still fresh in my mind when I close my eyes. Suddenly I hear footsteps coming down the hall, I know she'll be back to wake me at any moment but I can't stop now. Grabbing one of her used thongs from underneath my bed I masturbate faster and harder than I ever had before gently groaning "ohhh mom" as I dropped my load into her thong and the door opened,
"Good morni-, she was stopped short by the sight of her son ejaculating into her thong.
Although I wanted my feelings known, the false confidence from the orgasm was wearing off and a wave of regret swept over me. However, before it had a chance to manifest further she gently purred,
"So you liked the nightie, huh?" Now walking towards me she let her cleavage spill out, mounted me and whispered in my ear
"I knew you would"
To be continued. . .
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This story was originally posted anonymously in the Taboo section.
Part Two will be arriving over the next few days. Click through my username to find it.
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