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Whenever I needed to get-off, which was often the case, I would always fantasize about my sexy mother. She was the main porn actress of my perverted fantasies. My name is Kevin. I’m 18 years old and live at home with my mom and dad. I have an older brother named Jeremy who is a junior architect for a major firm. He lives in an apartment on the other side of town. Cynthia, my mom, is a busty 45-year-old sexpot. But, if you ask me, she looks more like a vibrant nymph in her 20s. Mom is a very fit woman who likes to diet and hit the gym four times a week. She has soft, silky brown hair, light green eyes, a cute upturned nose, and full red lips. But her best asset in my opinion-and the opinion of most men who drool when she walks by them in the street-is her plump, round ass. Mom’s phenomenal curvy ass has a sublime way of hypnotizing the male species in their tracks. With each step of her dainty feet, mom’s ass cheeks will deliciously bounce and sway-side to side. There wasn’t a day that went by where I didn’t want to sink my thick 7-inch cock into her tight crack. Honestly, I was so in love with that fuckin’ ass of hers it made my dick throb every time I saw it. Unfortunately, my chances of ever fucking my mom’s sweet ass were a little less than zero. It was totally pointless to even consider. Mom would never allow her baby to stick his hard cock into her luscious pear-shaped ass. At least, that’s what I thought–until… I woke up in the middle of the night feeling very dehydrated. Glancing over at my clock on the nightstand, it was around 2:30 in the morning. I got out of bed and made my way to the kitchen for a glass of cool water when, suddenly, I heard a long moan coming from down the hall. I stopped and listened. There it was again followed by an exchange of whispers. Then nothing. I thought I was hearing things and was about to go on my way when I heard someone say: “Oh fuck! You’re so tight!” It was coming from my mother’s bedroom. I could hear more whispers as I silently crept toward her room and peeked through the crack of her opened door. My eyes bulged as I witnessed the carnal sight before me. There, on my mother’s marital bed, was my older brother Jeremy spooning my mom as he sawed his erect manhood into her maternal pussy! She was wearing a purple satin nightie that was obscenely stretched below her protruding breasts. Jeremy’s hands were all over her creamy tits as he savagely mauled them. Read the rest of this entry »

Lonnie Matlis undressed and slipped on swimming trunks. His bathing suit fit snugly around his hips, buttocks and crotch. The cloth material pressed upon his cock and balls, and he felt his prick stirring and growing stiff. It strained upon the bathing suit. He now had a full-fledged hard-on. But then it seemed he always had a hard-on. His dick seemed to stay in a constant state of stiffness.

Lonnie had recently undergone puberty, and his balls and cock tingled constantly and his thoughts dwelt almost entirely on his hard throbbing straining dick. He stayed in a state of arousal.

He stroked his peter and masturbated a lot, but no matter how often he beat his meat, it seemed to be ready to spring up at a moment’s notice. Especially when he thought about or saw his mom.

Lonnie’s mother was in her early thirties, a film actress, attractive, and divorced. Summer had arrived, Lonnie was out of school and his mother was between films, so they spent most of their time together in the house.

Lonnie’s mother knew he was ‘at that age.’ She had seen him occasionally rubbing his crotch and had twice seen him masturbating. Once, she had passed his bedroom door and had seen him lying on the bed, on top of a pillow, pumping away at it. Lonnie had looked up and seen his mother, and knew she had seen him pumping the pillow. And once, she had opened the bathroom door and there was Lonnie standing by the commode, jacking his prick, rubbing it hard and fast. Again, Lonnie knew she had seen him. But she hadn’t said anything about it, so Lonnie had grown quite bold. He now masturbated openly in the bathroom and his bedroom.

He thought abut his mother a lot. She was so sexy, such a fox; and she was so casual and uninhibited around the house. She was somewhat flirty and free, occasionally kissing Lonnie on the cheek and touching his shoulders and arms. She tended to dress scantily, wearing a short silky robe or shorts. And she usually kept her bedroom door open. Lonnie had seen her in various stages of undress; once, he’d seen her naked. He had passed by her bedroom and she had been changing clothes. She was stark-naked. But she hadn’t acted embarrassed when Lonnie saw her. She had simply smiled at him and proceeded to dress….

Lonnie walked through the house to the rear and stepped out onto the patio. He saw his mother standing by the diving board of the swimming pool. She wore a red bikini.

Kathy Matlis was in her prime, and despite having a thirteen-year-old son was quite attractive with a pretty face and a nice body. Her chestnut hair fell in full shimmering waves past her shoulders, her eyes were big and violet, her skin was peachy tanned. The bikini she wore served only to cover the ‘bare necessities.’ Half her breasts, most of her rump and all of her legs were exposed.

Lonnie watched her as she stepped up onto the diving board. God, she is so sexy! he thought. He felt his dick start to grow and stiffen. She stood for a few seconds on the board and then dived into the pool. Lonnie’s cock stood at attention. It throbbed and ached.

She saw him standing by the pool and called out: “Come on in, the water’s fine!”

Lonnie jumped in and swam toward his mother. She smiled and swam away with Lonnie in pursuit. They began playing in the water, splashing each other and playing tag. He caught her from behind and she laughed and splashed and squirmed to break away. Her rear end brushed upon his crotch and he gasped with the sensation. She was still squirming around and trying to break free and once again her rump swept across his groin. With a groan, he pressed his crotch forward. He hissed when his prick made contact with her butt. It was as if his peter had a mind of its own. It took over completely.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and began humping her rump, pumping his hard throbbing dick upon her ass. Nothing could have stopped him; he was beyond all control.

“Oh, ah, unh, oh Mom!” he panted as he humped her.

“Oh Lonnie, oh baby,” his mother said softly. She halfheartedly made as if to break away. He kept pumping on her rump with his rock-hard cock. “Oh Mom, oh, I can’t stop–oh, it feels too good to stop!” Read the rest of this entry »

“Beep, beep, beep.” The damn alarm clock screams to wake me up for my first day back at college. I wasn’t looking forward to going back for my second semester. I had extremely hard classes scheduled. I had to take my highest math class, my highest science course, and my highest English course, all in one semester. By the time I was out of the shower, my Mom was heading out. My Mom was an English professor at my college. She taught an advanced English course, which I thankfully wasn’t required to take.

My Mother was an incredible woman. She was 35 years old, but didn’t look a day over 29. She had me when she was 16, but had somehow managed to graduate from high school, get into college, and get a doctorate in literature and philosophy. Even with working a hard job and having to put up with a 19 year old son, My Mom had no gray hairs or wrinkles. She even managed to find time to get to the gym and keep her awesome figure (5′5″, 120 lbs, medium breasts which were still perky and not sagging, and a cute bubble butt, sleek mid section, and shoulder length, light brown hair). My Mom was the best looking 35 year old I’ve ever seen.

An hour after my Mom had left, I made my way to school. I got through my first two classes that day and had one left, English. I had never looked at my schedule for the professor’s name. If I had, I wouldn’t have been surprised when my Mom walked into the class room.

” Afternoon class, my name is professor Lucas, this is English 102, section 39…” She continued with her introduction. As she spoke, I wondered how the hell she wound up teaching this class, she was supposed to be teaching a much higher English class. Fortunately for me, she had changed back to her maiden name when she divorced my dad so we had different last names, and no one had caught on to the fact that I was her son. I wasn’t happy at all that I was in her class. Besides the fact she was my Mom, professor Lucas was one of the toughest professors on campus.

After class was out and all the other students had left, I went up to my Mom and asked her how she had wound up teaching this class. She told me that one of the professors had moved and they needed someone to take over this class for him. She then told me that she wouldn’t tell anybody I was her son. She didn’t want anyone to think she was favoring me if I happened to be getting a good grade in the class.

The first couple of weeks weren’t that bad, but she did give a ton of homework, and she always made me participate in the class discussions. During classes I’d always hear some of the guys talking about her, saying, “Hey, look at that ass, don’t you want to fuck her?”. Read the rest of this entry »

33 year old Sally worked as a waitress in a nearby coffee shop. She was 5″7 tall, had Auburn shoulder length hair , nice and shapely body and was very attractive. She was divorced from her husband and lived in a 2 bedroom apartment in New York, with her two sons Tim 12 and Mat 8. Actually Mat was her own son and Tim was adopted when he was a kid. She loved both of them just the same.

However, she was very concerned about Tim, as he was in a car accident when he was just 9 years old ,and needed to be taken for a checkup once in every 3 weeks. The accident was very nasty and doctors feared that when he entered puberty that he may have problems with sexual functioning and may need a fair bit of help, and may even need surgery in the future.

This week was the same. Sally got off work early, picked Tim up from school and took him to the children’s hospital for a checkup. After the checkup she was just about to leave with Tim when the doctor wanted to speak to her and was called into his office by her self. “Sally, i’m aware that Tim is just about to turn 12, have you spoken to him about sex and so on?” he asked. “Well doctor, I have spoken to him about the birds and the bees” .

“I don’t mean to alarm you Sally , but he is quite likely to start masturbating in the near future. This is healthy for a young boy, but in his case, their may be a slight problem. See as a result of our previous operation , though the operation as a whole was a success, Tim may initially incur pain , when masturbating. This would only result in his initial attempts at it. Now don’t be alarmed, but it also is possible when he starts actually ejaculating, that may not be now itself, but will happen, the initial time may cause blood to come. Now don’t be alarmed, this is only a possibility”. The doctor looked at Sally who looked alarmed , and gave her a reassuring smile. ” Now what i’m going to say may sound highly unusual, but then again Tim’s case is just that. Unusual. It is very important that when he masturbates for the first few times, meaning for atleast the next year or 2, that somebody be present with him. This is absolutely vital for his safety.

It is vital that wet dreams are avoided. The only way of doing this is by introducing him to masturbation. I know all this sounds odd and may look as if his privacy is being invaded. But I this is the only way that we could insure his safety”.

On her drive back home with Tim , Sally felt very concerned for her son. She dropped her son off back at school and went back to work. All throughout work I was trying to figure out a way of teaching my son about masturbation. I did know the importance of it and decided to take matters into her hands.

After coming back home that night , as usual she prepared dinner for the 2 kids, gave mat a bath, sent him to sleep and settled down to watch T.V. Now She had stopped giving Tim bath’s ever since he was around 10 because of his longing to bathe by himself, but that seemed to be the only way. Read the rest of this entry »