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Mom’s Quick Seduction
(Author’s note: this is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person(s) living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual situations in this story are at least 18 years of age. This work is copyrighted and may not be distributed in any way by any person(s) without the express written consent of the author. My thanks to a friend of mine on another site who goes by the screen name of Bonertown for the concept that inspired the story, and for his permission allowing me to turn the concept into a story.)
“Mom! I’m home! Mom! Are you here?” Jeff called out as he walked into the house, closing the front door behind him. He walked through the living room, tossing his backpack onto the couch as he went, heading for the kitchen to get something to drink. It was late in the afternoon and he had just finished practice with his high school baseball team, and he was tired, sweaty, and thirsty. He was still in his practice uniform and was covered with orange baseball diamond dust, and he was anxious to get out of it and get clean. As tough as the practices were, he was a senior in high school this year and was set to graduate in a couple of months so he was enjoying being able to play while he could. He still couldn’t believe that he was 18 years old and about to graduate from high school — and he still hadn’t made his mind up about college yet either, something his mom had been pestering him about.
“Guess she’s not here,” he said to himself as he reached into the refrigerator to get a bottle of Gatorade. He opened the bottle and took a long drink, then walked back into the living room and looked around.
He couldn’t help but admire his mom, Sandra, and how she had handled things in the past couple of years. That was when she had caught his father cheating on her, and if that by itself wasn’t bad enough he was cheating on her with another man. The surprise that her husband and Jeff’s father turned out to be homosexual was bad enough, but it really shattered Sandra’s sense of self-worth and pride. Cheating with another woman was one thing, but to cheat with another man told her that she had failed as a woman in every way. This devastated his mom, and it took her nearly a year to get over it and get her self-esteem back. Along the way they had both developed a very severe distaste for his father, and it was to the point now where they never spoke of him nor even mentioned his name.
Jeff was pretty sure that if he ever saw his father again, the first thing he’d do would be to punch him in the mouth for what he had done to his mom. He didn’t care if he was homosexual or not, but what he had done to him mom was, in his eyes, inexcusable.
But a positive side effect of it all was that he and his mom had become the best of friends, to the point where they could talk about anything and everything. Once she got her self-esteem back and started dating again, the night she came home from a date that had ended with her getting laid she couldn’t wait to tell her son. They celebrated together, talking about it and other things for most of the night. Jeff was very happy for her that night because he knew that it was a very big step for her, and he was almost as happy about it as she was. She was very happy about it and seemed to revel in revealing all the juicy details to his to the point where he finally had to say something about it.
“Okay, Mom, that’s enough, I get the idea!” he had said, smiling at her to let her know he wasn’t mad at her. “You had some really great sex and you’re happy about it, and that’s really all I need to know!” The mental images of his mom doing the things she had just told him she had done was a little much for him to handle, especially considering he kind of had a ‘thing’ for his mom and didn’t know how to handle it. Sandra was blushing when she replied, even though she was still smiling.
“I’m sorry, honey, I just got carried away!” she said, her eyes sparkling. “But it was so fuckin’ good!” They both laughed at that, and that was pretty much the end of that conversation.
However, the negative aspect of it was that once his mom got her confidence and self-respect as a woman back, she started showing it off by wearing tight or revealing clothing all the time. The first time he saw her walking around the house in a skin-tight pair of black yoga pants and an equally tight white middie top that stopped right beneath her breasts with no bra, he almost swallowed his tongue.
His mom, to be honest, was a stone-cold fox. She was 5’6″ tall with light brown hair that fell to just past her shoulders, with the prettiest face and the sexiest pair of lips he’d ever seen. She also had the bluest eyes, eyes so blue as to be downright mesmerizing and hypnotic. He was an only child so her body hadn’t suffered the ravages that several pregnancies could do to a woman, but her single pregnancy had left her with a simply astounding pair of tits. They were full and round with just a little bit of asyabahis yeni giriş sag, standing out proudly from her chest and demanding to be admired. A couple of months ago Jeff had been curious as to just how big his mom’s tits were, so when she wasn’t there he snuck a look into her lingerie drawer and looked at the size tag on one of her bras. He wasn’t surprised to see that she wore a 36DD bra.
The rest of her body was just as good. Her stomach was flat with just enough padding on it to give it a soft edge, and her butt was simply to die for. Firm and round, the cheeks of her ass were the perfect toppers to a pair of long, shapely, toned legs. At 40 years old she had a body that rivaled most of the teenaged girls he knew, and Jeff had to admit that he’d had more than one sexual fantasy about her.
And he was having one about her now, actually. As he was in the shower soaping his body up and washing the sweat from his skin, he started thinking about his mom and how she looked, and the inevitable happened — he got a raging hard-on. But just as he was about to take care of it, there was a knock on the bathroom door.
“Honey? Are you in there?” his mom called.
‘Shit!’ Jeff thought to himself. ‘Perfect timing!’
“Yes, Mom, I’m here!” he called back, stepping under the water to rinse the soap from his body, his cock beginning to go soft from the sudden interruption. “Who else would you expect to find in the shower?” he said to himself softly, smiling. He loved his mom with all his heart, but she could be a little dense and ditzy every now and then.
“Okay, just checking! I’ll be downstairs fixing dinner, so come on down when you’re finished and dressed!” she said through the door.
“Okay, Mom!” he said, shutting off the water. He heard his mother’s footfalls fading down the hallway as she walked away. He stepped out of the shower, picking up a towel from the wall rack, then dried himself off before going into his room and getting dressed. He didn’t have any plans to go anywhere tonight since it was a school night anyhow, so he just put on a pair of baggy gray gym shorts and a tan sleeveless t-shirt. He slipped his feet into a pair of well-worn leather deck shoes without socks, and then went downstairs.
“Hi, honey!” his mom said as he came into the kitchen, smiling broadly at him. He wasn’t surprised to see her in her usual provocative attire, even when she was fixing dinner. She was wearing a high-necked white ribbed cotton sleeveless blouse that fit her torso like a second skin, a skirt that he referred to as her “Bumblebee Skirt” because it had four very wide horizontal stripes on it that were alternating red and black that barely covered her shapely ass and which also fit her as tightly as the shirt did, and a wide black leather belt with a big, round chrome buckle to top off the outfit. She had a pair of black flats on her feet, but he was sure she had changed into those from her usual pair of spiked heel shoes once she came home. And of course she wasn’t wearing a bra, her big, heavy tits swaying and bobbing inside the shirt with her every move. She was in the process of shredding a block of cheddar cheese for the mac and cheese she was making, so her tits were really bouncing around. And judging from the lack of panty lines showing through the skin-tight skirt, she was either wearing a thong or wasn’t wearing any panties at all.
Jeff felt his cock involuntarily stir inside his gym shorts, and he began to wonder if not wearing anything under them was such a good idea after all.
“Hi, Mom!” he said, walking over to her and kissing her on the cheek.
“How was practice?” she said, genuinely interested.
“It was good, I guess,” he said, going over to the refrigerator and getting a soft drink. He popped open the top and then sat down at the kitchen table as his mother continued shredding the block of cheese. He didn’t mean to, but he sat in a position off to her side that gave him an excellent view of both her boobs bouncing around inside her shirt and her ass wiggling back and forth as she shredded the cheese. What’s more, the skirt that was very short to begin with had ridden up a bit, and from his new angle he could see the bottom of her ass and just a hint of her pussy. He was both surprised and pleased to see that her outer lips were shaven smooth. He was hit with a twinge of guilt at looking at her like this and felt his cock stir again despite the guilt, so he decided it might be a good idea if he changed seats. The last thing he wanted was to have to explain to his mom why he was sporting an erection the size of the Empire State Building around her. He got up and moved, sitting down with his back to her and moving his quickly growing cock out of the way.
“You have a game this Friday night, right?” she asked.
“Yep, seven o’clock at the school,” he replied, taking a drink from his soda can.
“I’ll be there as always!” she said, looking over her shoulder at him and smiling. She had the brightest, most wonderful asyabahis giriş smile of any woman he’d ever seen, hands down.
“Wear some pants or slacks this time, please!” he mumbled to himself. He loved his mom, but he was really getting tired of all the lewd, nasty comments that the other guys at school were saying about her, and he’d nearly gotten into a fistfight just this week because of it. He honestly didn’t think she realized that sitting up high in the bleachers in a very short skirt wasn’t such a good idea, but the boys under the bleachers sure appreciated it.
“What was that, honey?” she said, putting the bowl with the mac and cheese in it in the oven. If Jeff had been facing her, he would have had a clear view of her entire ass and pussy when she bent over as her skirt rode all the way up her ass when she did, and he would have seen that she wasn’t wearing anything under the skirt. Without even thinking about it she pulled the skirt down once she stood back up, not realizing how close she had come to giving her son a free show.
“Nothing, Mom, just mumbling to myself,” Jeff said. He hated lying to her but didn’t know what else to do.
“Well, that’s okay, honey, dinner will be ready soon!” she said, walking over to him and giving him a kiss on the cheek. He could feel one of her big breasts pressing against his shoulder as she did, and he felt it all the way down to his balls.
“Thanks, Mom,” he said, looking up at her and smiling. She was absolutely beautiful, and he truly loved her with all his heart. But he also wanted to fuck her in the worst way, even though he knew it would be wrong and that he shouldn’t feel that way. All he knew was that he felt the way he did, there was nothing he could do about it, and there was no way he could ever let her know how he felt.
The dinner was pleasant and uneventful, with Jeff and his mom talking about anything and everything as they ate. After the meal was over he helped her clean up, then got a soda out of the refrigerator and went into the living room to see if he could find something good on TV to watch. If not there was always his video games, but he didn’t think he was really in the mood for that. He was still searching the channel guide for something good to watch when his mom came in and sat down in the chair next to the couch where he was sitting. She was holding a glass of wine in her hand and took a sip before speaking.
“Jeff, honey, you and I are close enough so that we can talk about anything, right?” she asked, looking at him with those hypnotic blue eyes.
‘Uh-oh!’ Jeff thought to himself.
“Sure we are, Mom,” he said, turning off the TV and putting the remote on the coffee table. “What’s on your mind?” he asked, sitting back in the couch and putting his hands in his lap. She took another sip of her wine and then put the glass on the end table next to the chair before she spoke.
“Well, sweetie, it’s about what you said earlier,” she started, pausing for a moment before continuing, “about me wearing pants or slacks to the game this time.”
“Oh, shit, Mom, I’m so sorry! You weren’t supposed to hear that, and I didn’t mean to insult you or anything like that!” he said, leaning forward and resting his forearms on his knees, clasping his hands together and feeling very guilty that he had hurt his mom’s feelings. She smiled at him as she spoke.
“It’s okay, baby, I know you didn’t mean to insult me or hurt my feelings. I know you would never intentionally do something like that, so don’t worry about it,” she said, putting her hands in her lap.
“I’m sorry, Mom, really I am,” he said, meaning it.
“Like I said, honey, don’t worry about it,” she repeated. “But I am curious about something now, though, and that’s what I wanted to talk to you about — or ask you about, rather.”
“What’s that, Mom?” he asked, not knowing what to expect. His mom fidgeted a little before continuing, making him even more nervous at what she was going to say next.
“Are you embarrassed by me?” she asked, her voice going soft. “I mean, do I embarrass you by the way I dress?” Jeff immediately felt very bad for her and decided right then and there that he was going to be 100% honest with her, even if it meant telling her that he had a secret case of the screaming hots for her, his own mother. He leaned over and reached for her hand, and she leaned over to give it to him.
“No, Mom, absolutely not,” he said, looking her in the eye and holding her hand. “You don’t embarrass me in the least, and I mean that. Hell, most of the guys in school would give their right arms to have a mom who looked as hot as you!” he said, instantly regretting his use of the word ‘hot.’
“You mean that, baby? You’re not just saying that to make me feel better?” she replied, a small smile creeping onto her face.
“I mean it, Mom, I really do,” he replied, looking her in the eyes.
“Then you’re okay with the way I dress?” she asked, and Jeff nodded as he replied.
“Absolutely! You asyabahis güvenilirmi dress however you want to, Mom, and if anyone else doesn’t like it that’s just too bad!” he said.
“Then why did you say what you did earlier, about me wearing pants to the game this week?” she asked. Jeff let go of her hand and sat back before he replied.
“Because the guys at school are a bunch of immature jerks, that’s why!” he said, a little more forcefully than he intended. “They don’t know how to handle a hot woman like you dressing to show it off, and they run their mouths and say stupid shit, and it just makes me mad!”
‘Shit! I said ‘hot’ again! Dammit!’ he thought to himself.
“What do they say, sweetie?” she asked, clasping her hands in her lap and crossing her legs. “What do the boys at school say about the way I dress that makes you so mad?”
“Oh, the usual stupid guy stuff, about how good your tits look in a tight shirt, about how they can see your panty lines through your skirt if you were wearing any, crap like that,” he explained. “Then they start talking about what they’d like to…well….oh, never mind,” Jeff said, realizing that he may have said too much. Sandra uncrossed her legs and leaned forward, resting her forearms on her knees and clasping her hands together in front of her as she spoke.
“What else do they say, Jeff?” she said, her voice low. “You can tell me, I promise I won’t get mad. They’d like to what, honey?” Jeff looked at her for a moment before continuing; her eyes were wide and sparkling, and she was intently focused on him and what he was about to say.
And was she breathing a little bit harder? Not much, but just a little bit?
“Well,” he started, pausing for just a moment, “they talk about what they’d like to do to you if they had a chance,” he said.
“Like what, baby?” Sandra asked, a little breathlessly.
“Like, well, play with your big boobs, squeeze them and..and, well, tit-fuck them, for starters,” he said, reminding himself that he had promised to be 100% honest with her.
“What else, baby?” she said, her voice nearly a whisper. Jeff glanced over at her before continuing; yes, she was definitely breathing harder now, and her voice was very low.
‘Is she getting turned on by hearing all this?’ he wondered. He stole a glance at her tits and saw that her nipples were hard, poking out against the fabric of her shirt.
‘Holy shit, she is!’ he thought to himself before continuing.
“And how they’d like to rub your…well, your..uh, pussy, stick a finger or two inside you and…and make you cum,” he said, and his mom gasped as her mouth fell open. She sat back in her chair, putting her arms on the armrests, and Jeff immediately saw that her nipples were rock-hard and sticking out prominently from the tight white shirt she was wearing.
“Oh, my,” she whispered, her chest heaving a little as she caught her breath. “What else do they say, baby?” she asked. Jeff could feel a stirring in his groin as he watched his mom’s big tits rising and falling on her chest, the nipples hard.
“Well, then they talk about how they’d like to…how they’d like to, y’know, fuck you, how they’d like to come up behind you, bend you over, grab your hips and fuck you doggy-style until…until they came inside you,” Jeff said. As strange and difficult as it was for him to say all this to his own mom, he felt his cock stirring again as he spoke. His mom closed her eyes for a moment, her mouth hanging open slightly as she gasped for breath.
“Oh, my,” she said again. “Your friends must think I’m very sexy to say things like that!” she breathed, looking at him.
“They do, Mom, all of them do,” he replied.
“What about you, Jeff?” she asked, her voice soft and low. “Do you think I’m sexy?” she asked. Jeff hesitated for a moment, then nodded his head slowly as he answered, not taking his eyes from hers.
“Yes, Mom, I do,” he said, “I think you’re sexy as hell!”
“What is it about me that you think is sexy?” she asked, nearly breathless.
“Well, gee, Mom, I dunno,” he replied, hesitating because he honestly didn’t know where to start. His mom then solved that problem for him.
“Do you like my big breasts, honey?” she said, running her hands up her body and grabbing her breasts, squeezing them through her shirt in both hands and making Jeff’s cock grow another inch.
“Yeah — uh, yeah, I do,” he replied, caught a little off-guard at the sight of his mom grabbing her tits in front of him, specifically so he could see her do it.
“Would you like to see them?” she asked, her voice low and husky, still squeezing her breasts in her hands. Jeff’s eyes grew wide and his mouth fell open at her words.
“Are you kidding? I’d love to, Mom!” he replied.
Sandra sat up in the chair, her mouth turned up on one side in a wicked little smile as she crossed her arms in front of her stomach and grabbed the bottom of her shirt with both hands. She lifted her arms up and pulled the shirt from her body, pulling it over her head and dropping it on the floor next to the chair. Jeff’s eyes opened wide as he saw his mom’s naked breasts for the first time as they swayed with her movements. She cupped the big mounds in both hands, holding them up and squeezing them again as she spoke.
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