A mom becomes her son’s slut after catching him with a girl

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A mom becomes her son’s slut after catching him with a girl,
Do you know what’s hard?

When the hottest woman you’ve ever met lives in your own house.

When the most beautiful woman in the world is your own mother.

When your biggest turn on is what she wears every single day… nylons. I’d always assumed they were pantyhose until I checked out her dresser drawer one day and learned all her pairs were either thigh highs or stockings.

When, even though you’re dating the hottest cheerleader in the high school, 99 percent of your jerk-off fantasies are visions of what you want to do to your own mother.

Do you know what else is hard?

My cock… all the time… when my mother is home… when she’s walking around in her stocking-clad feet, invariably with those gorgeous painted toenails showing through the silky fabric… while she’s sitting on the sofa in a short skirt, legs crossed, half her thighs showing, chatting with me exchanging bon mots while she’s flashing her exotic green eyes… when our conversations pause so she can draw her perfectly manicured fingertips through her flaming red hair… when she’s bending over to put dishes in the dishwasher and accidentally showcases her trim, perfect ass… when she’s relaxing on the couch with that silky, thin, powder-blue housecoat draped sensuously over her firm, generous tits with their firm, half-inch nipples poking through, looking so appetizing that I wished I could nurse on them like I’d done eighteen years ago….

So, every night I ended up jerking off in my room, watching online porn with my laptop and headphones, imagining the sights and sounds of whatever woman I was watching suck cock or get fucked was my naked mother offering all of herself, and I the lucky participant.

My mother, by the way, is a strong-willed, determined, no-nonsense woman who’s worked hard for almost two decades… ever since I was born and the deadbeat father I’ve never met had moved to another state when she was four months pregnant. The only saving grace in that entire humiliating relationship had been that she’d finally managed to stand up to him and say goodbye… just before discovering she was pregnant. Not that he would have cared, except as another notch on his well-used gun.

My mother was…is… amazing. She had help from my grandmother, her mother, during those tough years of going to college while raising a child. She had taken seven years to earn her bachelor’s and a law degree, and by now had been one of the District Attorneys for the city for the past eight years. She is very successful.

My mother, having initially given me a quality set of genes, had subsequently nurtured and encouraged me over the years, and I had responded by becoming strong-willed, capable and determined too. I was a starting receiver for the football team and a starting point guard for the basketball team. I worked hard and expected my teammates to work hard.

I was also very confident… another gift I’d inherited from my mother. I had a confidence that included a fair amount of swagger.

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