Mother’s Day

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“Really? That was the first time?”

“We always tell the truth in this house!” she said.

We looked at each other for a moment, then we both busted out laughing. That was kind of our motto, but turns out it was a bit empty.

“Ok Mom. Well here’s a truth from me. I… don’t know what to say at this point. I understand where you’re coming from, but it’s still a lot to digest. But I’m sorry I judged you so harshly at first. Obviously, that wasn’t fair, or very nice.”

We both stood up and went to each other, we had a very nice hug. She cried a little bit on my shoulder, I reassured her that it was okay.

“I love you son,” she said, and turned to face me and gave a quick kiss on the lips.

“I love you too, Mom.” And I kissed her back for half a second.

We had a little dessert, then I excused myself for the evening as I was very tired. Mom understood.

I went upstairs and played some X-box for awhile. I had to let my mind unwind from all of this. As I got tired, I pulled out my laptop and did some searches for MILF BIG TITs and found some old favorites. It occurred to me then that that was kind of a weird topic, for me. Hot Milfs. Why was that interesting to me? Was there really some truth to all that Oedipus shit they talked about in my Psychology classes? I searched instead for that LESBIAN SQUIRT PARTY that Mom had on earlier.

Found it. This was one raunchy vid. It’s not so much that I’m into watersports, because, it’s kind of weird. It’s more that, this is just kind of… wrong… on so many levels, and yet these chicks are having such a fucking blast! They are either some great actresses (doubtful) or they are so tuned into sex that they just love this shit. I prefer that explanation, that they are just fucking sex fiends and will do whatever it takes to cum 9 times in a 45 minute flick.

I whacked off, and I couldn’t help but picture Mom on her bed now and then. And she had a friend, too. Maybe Mom would like to eat that chick’s pussy and whoa… fuck… cum flew out of my cock at close to Mach 1! I had to keep it’s head down or that shit would hit me in the eye or even go on the wall. It’s happened before, trust me.

I slept pretty good that night. I’d like to tell you about some crazy sex dreams, but I didn’t actually have any.

( . Y . )

I slept in till about 10 on Friday. That’s NOT something we do when dad’s home. But, obviously, when the Captain’s away, the sailors will play! I whacked off again and then went downstairs where Mom made me a nice breakfast of eggs and bacon and hash browns. She asked for my help in the garden; it was time to plant some flowers. In the old flower bed off to the side of the big swimming pool.

So after we cleaned up the kitchen, I went and got on my cargo shorts and a T-shirt. Went out back and started gathering the shovel and rake and gloves and other implements of destruction.
Mom came out a few minutes later, wearing some red short shorts. And I mean short. As in ‘not long’. Short. They went at least two or maybe even three millimeters passed where her legs separate from her midsection. At least two millimeters past her… private area. She also had on one of dads old Navy khaki shirts, long sleeve. But she had it where she’d taken the long shirt tails and tied them into a knot in front. This exposed some of her belly to me. And, unlike yesterday where I only saw her for a second, I could glance at her bare midriff for quite a while.

Wait! What the fuck was going on? Why was I looking at Mom and appraising her as I would some college chick? I was mentally tabulating her assets and was ready to assign her a number? This isn’t right!

I saw the old flower bed and attacked it with my pick and also with a damn fury. I need to think properly. Straighten up and fly right, dumbshit.

Although, since I had already calculated a number, I might as well share it: 9.5.

Now, you may say that’s a damn high number for a mid-forties woman. Well, fuck you. And the horse you rode in on. Mom was rather statuesque at five foot nine. And she had curves, and they were tight. And her frame, while not tiny like a starving model, was very pleasing. Her boobs were… big. I don’t fucking know how big. Is the cup size that important? I guess a ‘D’. Probably more. Double that. Or more. They seemed to be freestyle inside her shirt which now looked like a halter top. But the best part was her face. Good chin with no hang-downs or doubles going on. Nice skin as she kept out of the sun for the most part. She kept her teeth white, which makes one younger looking. But the best parts were her eyes and her smile. When she smiled at you, it wasn’t all fakey shit, her eyes lit up and you knew she was smiling at you and that meant something.

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