My Gorgeous Mom

Note  : This story is completely fictional!

The power was out. The wind was howling. Rain pelted against the window as I sat looking out the window waiting for mom to come home, hopefully with some supper. Mom’s Dodge Colt pulled into the driveway and slowed to a stop. I watched as she made a mad dash for the house but she slipped on the wet asphalt and tumbled to the ground, sliding into a large puddle, getting soaked from head to tail. She jumped up and continued to the front door, where I quickly opened it for her. She slammed the door shut and barked: “Get me a towel, quick!” 

I ran to the bathroom and returned with the first towel I could find. As I handed it to her, she broke into laughter and said: “What am I supposed to do with this?” 

I blushed as I realized I had grabbed a small hand towel and it would do little to dry off my mother’s beautiful body. “Sorry, I’ll get a bigger one.” I squeaked as I bounded up the stairs to the linen closet. This time I got a full size bath towel and hurried down the stairs just in time to see mom drop her soaking wet blouse onto the rug. I nearly tripped on the last stair as I, for the first time, saw my mom standing in just her bra and skirt. Her breasts were heaving and looked like they wanted to escape their prison.

Mom is only thirty-three, having me when she was only 18, and would be a wet dream come true for any man with any amount of testosterone. She stood 5’ 8” tall with shoulder length blond hair, and a 36C chest that looked larger because of her slim body. 

I had be jacking off to images of her that I had created in my mind for about 3 years but now, for the first time, I was seeing her like I had never seen before. While I ogled her breasts, she was toweling down her body, trying to get the mud and water off her before it dripped all over the floor. She glanced up and catching my gaze at her breasts, smiled and said: “Phil, baby, take these wet clothes down and put them in the washing machine, please.” With those words, she unhooked her skirt and it joined her blouse on the floor.

My cock started to grow as I stood there mesmerized at the vision of loveliness standing in front of me in just her bra and panties. She pulled the towel in front of her, only half covering her breasts and tummy. “PHIL, get these to the washer before they stain the floor, sweetie.”

I jumped to attention and grabbed her clothes and made a fast exit to the laundry room, hoping that she had not seen the erection that was making a tent in my shorts.

I hurried back to the front hall in time to catch a glance of her tight panty clad ass jiggling up the stairs. This did nothing for my erection so as soon as she turned into her room, I high tailed it to my room, dropped my shorts to the vision of mom’s ass.

Three strokes into my jack off, the door opened and there stood my mother, jaws wide open, in stunned silence. I didn’t notice at first, as my eyes were closed while I dreamed of licking her breasts. I heard her breathing get louder and deeper as she watched my 7 inch prick begin to spew cum as high as my chin and puddle on the floor by my feet . I yelped as I saw her and quickly dove onto the bed, pulling the comforter around me. She backed out of the room and closed the door as quietly as she had entered.

My cock had wilted in all the excitement and I quickly grabbed some tissue and wiped my cock and cleaned up the puddle of cum on the floor. I jumped back into bed and pulled the comforter over my head, afraid that my mom would re-enter the room.

What would happen next? Would she return to my room? It didn’t matter, I guess, as I knew that sooner or later I would have to face her and that thought brought the blood racing to my head and turned my cheeks crimson. But the vision of her standing in her bra and panties would never leave my mind’s eye for as long as I live.