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Date: Wed, 22 Jun 2005 09:15:15 +0000
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MY PORNO-LOVING MOTHER Part 1 of 4
I just finished up my freshman year at a large university two thousand miles
away from my home in Southern California. I hadn't been home since Christmas
break, and hadn't seen my mom since Dad left her in January. He ran off with his
blonde, 24 year old office assistant after almost 20 years with Mom. He said he
was tired of the same old thing and being married to a "dumpy housewife"; he
blamed the whole thing on a bad case of "mid-life crisis." Personally, I think
all that's B.S. - Mom is only 41, and though she has put on a few pounds over
the years, she's a real sweet lady and very pretty and perky in that 1950-ish
TV-mom-sort-of-a-way. In any case, he's been gone ever since.
And now I was going home for the summer, worried about how she was doing. She
sounded OK on the phone, but you know how mothers can cover up things like that.
I was sure I would have to make an effort to keep her out of the dumps.
I got off the plane and looked for her familiar face in the crowd. At first I
didn't spot her, but then I heard her call my name and I turned to see her
waving from across the concourse. At least, I THOUGHT it was her! Was this the
same "dumpy housewife" Dad had left? I wouldn't have recognized her if I hadn't
been looking for her ....
"Mom? Is that YOU?" I stuttered.
"Hi, honey!" she chuckled. "You like?"
The creature who was waiting for me with open arms bore little resemblance to
the lady I had last seen at Christmas break. Gone were the matronly pounds and
the wisps of grey in her hair. She wasn't even wearing the glasses which she had
to resort to a few years ago. Instead, I saw a knockout woman with glossy black
hair framing a smiling face with just the right amount of makeup and sparkling
green eyes, wearing a knee-length bright yellow sun dress. The dress was cut low
enough in the front to give a hint of a full bustline that, along with the rest
of her, was tanned and smooth. Her legs were more like those of a college
cheerleader, strong and lean, and around one ankle was a glittering gold anklet.
"Mom?" I asked again, rather stupidly, I thought.
"Welcome, home, Dan!" she laughed, giving me a tight hug. I felt her full
breasts against my belly as we hugged (I'm 6' 2" and Mom is only about 5' 3"),
and in spite of the fact she was my mother, I rather enjoyed the feeling! With
my arms around her, I could tell she was toned and tight, nothing like the lady
I had known all my life.
"What have you done to yourself?" I asked in amazement as we pulled back for a
moment. "You look fantastic!"
"Well, son, when your father dumped me for that bimbo at his office, I started
thinking about the things he said, and I decided that maybe he was right. Maybe
I HAD gotten a bit dowdy, so rather than sit around and feel sorry for myself, I
joined the gym, took care of the gray in my hair, and got some nice tinted
contacts. What do you think?" she asked, as she did a little pirouette. I gaped
as her skirt flew up and out, revealing a pair of shapely, tanned thighs.
(Several passing men in the airport concourse gawked too, I noted.) Her silky
black hair, which hung to the middle of her back, flew up to reveal that her
dress had a halter back, showing even more of that smooth tanned flesh and I
realized there was no way she could be wearing a bra. (My mom, braless! The
thought amazed me...) When she turned to face me again, I couldn't help but drop
my eyes to her chest. Through the thin fabric of the sun dress, I could plainly
see the impressions of her puckered nipples, and I thought I could see a hint of
the darkness of her aerolae, too.
"You look absolutely stunning, Mom," I answered truthfully. "Dad must be eating
his heart out!
"The hell with that son-of-a-bitch!" She spat. "It was his decision."
I was a little shocked -- never in my life had I heard my mother utter any sort
of profanity. Of course I had never seen her look or dress like this, either.
After we got home from the airport, I decided to take a dip in our backyard pool
to cool off and rest up from the travel that day. Mom and I grabbed a quick
sandwich and then I went to change. I got outside in just a few minutes and dove
right into the cool water. I swam a few laps just to loosen up a bit and then
crawled out and flopped onto a chaise. Ahhhhhh... THIS was the way to spend a
summer vacation! "Can I get you anything to drink, honey?" I opened my eyes and
saw Mom standing in the doorway, wearing a black one-piece suit.
"No thanks, Mom" I called. "You coming out too?"
"Sure - I want to visit with you if you don't mind, Dan. It's been such a long
time since we've had a chance to get caught up on everything" she said, as she
sat down on the chaise next to mine. I noticed that she was tugging at the
swimsuit, trying to pull it down around her hips a little more. It was cut
rather high on her hips, but all the flesh it exposed was tanned and smooth. I
also noticed that the suit was cut pretty low in front, as was fashionable, low
enough that I could see the tanned curves between her breasts -- and what looked
to be a thin horizontal strip of white from a tan line. She caught me looking
and sorta blushed as she struggled with the suit.
"This is the first time I've worn this suit and it doesn't fit quite the way I
expected" she said, as she continued to fidget.
"I noticed that you had a, er, a rather unusual tan line there, Mom." I blushed
myself as she dropped her gaze between her breasts, her own face turning darker
as she realized what I was talking about.
"I'm sorry, Dan. I've been wearing a two piece suit out here, but I didn't think
it would be a good idea for me to wear it with you home, so I tried this one."
She gave up struggling and sat there blushing.
"Mom, if you want to change into the bikini, it would be OK with me. I'm your
son, remember? I've seen you in those before." I couldn't figure out why she was
so nervous about a damn bathing suit.
"Are you sure? I really don't like the way this one feels and I'm pretty used to
the two piece, plus this one doesn't let me get any sun on my midriff" she said.
"MOM! For crying out loud, go change!" I laughed.
She laughed too, and went back into the house. I stood up and dove back into the
pool, swimming more laps and thinking about how weird mothers were sometimes....
As I was lazily backstroking across the pool, Mom came back out in her "two
piece" suit, as she so quaintly put it. When I saw her, I gasped and damn near
drowned. Her "two piece" was an electric blue bikini that contrasted wonderfully
with her golden tan. The top was cut low and wide, but was engineered with the
latest in pushup technology and revealed more cleavage than I had ever seen
outside of the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue. The shoulder straps were
straining to hold those rounded globes and her flesh jiggled slightly with every
step. The bikini bottom wasn't exactly a string design, but there certainly
wasn't an EXCESS of fabric there, either! It looked a lot like the "Rio" or
"Brazilian" types of bottoms I had seen in the "Venus" swimsuit catalog. It was
cut up high on her hips and the inch-wide side pieces swooped down low over her
belly to a point well below her navel. The panel covering her crotch looked
awfully narrow, and I wondered if she had to trim her pubic hair.... then I
snapped back to reality. This was my MOTHER I was having these thoughts about.
Still, you couldn't deny she was sexy as hell, regardless of who she was, or how
old she was. My mother was a walking wet-dream!
"Dan, are you sure this suit is OK?" she called to me, somewhat nervously,
I thought.
"It's GREAT, Mom! You're a knockout!" I replied honestly.
She blushed and retreated to the chaise while I went back to my laps for a
while. I couldn't quite get over the change in her, and I also couldn't help but
feel just a little odd about my mom being such a sexy babe. Finally, I crawled
out of the pool and joined her on the other chaise. She had her sunglasses on,
and I thought she had her eyes shut, so I took a closer look. My god, she was
stunning! Almost all of her tanned flesh was on display and while she was no 20
year old hardbody, she had obviously worked long and hard at the gym, and with
her diet, too. Her flesh wasn't muscular, but it was toned and taut in all the
right places. Her tanned skin wasn't the baby-smooth skin of the girls at
school, but glowed with a ripe maturity I found.... erotic. Her belly was ALMOST
flat, with just a hint of rounding to it. Her legs were lean, though, I bet she
used the Stairmaster a bunch. But her breasts! God, they were spectacular. As
she lay on her back, they separated slightly but still rose high over the plane
of her stomach. They even bulged over a little from the tops and sides of the
cups. As I thought back, I guess her breasts had always been somewhat large, but
she always had worn loose blouses or nicely tailored suits and I never really
had noticed. I could see a hint of her nipples as thumbnail-sized bumps in the
center of the cups. As I continued to stare, a bead of sweat rolled down her
neck and into her cleavage.
"Whew, it's HOT out here" she said as she rose and walked to the edge of the
pool. I noticed that the back of the suit covered a nice tight rear end. Her
hips were a little wider than girls my age, which gave her more of a classic
hourglass figure. I felt the stirrings of an erection as she cut the water with
a clean dive and swam a few laps.
When she climbed up out of the pool, her breasts pushed together in a deep line
as her arms grasped the ladder. She tugged her bikini bottom back down in place
and walked back to the lounge chairs. The water glistened on her skin and that
damn suit clung like it was painted on. Her thick black hair was slicked back to
her head, but several strands hung down over her left shoulder, trailing a
stream of water down over her breast. Her nipples were hard as pencil erasers
from the cool water, and were prominent under the top.
"Are you ready for dinner?" she asked, smiling down at me.
"Uh, yeah, sure" I croaked. It was becoming more and more difficult not to stare
at her. I also felt my dick pulse and start to thicken. Dammit! My own mother
was starting to give me a hardon!
"You go in and shower, and I'll call you when dinner is ready" she said.
Was it my imagination, or did I really see her glance down at the crotch of my
suit? Her eyes twinkled, and I noticed just a hint of a grin as I struggled to
my feet and tried to cover the bulge in my suit as I scooted in the back door.
Once in the shower, I berated myself for my lack of self control. But she was
such a good looking woman! As I thought about the way her wet black hair had
laid across her collar-bone and her eyes had looked at my half-hard cock, I felt
myself start to get hard again. What the hell, I thought, and gave up. I grabbed
my dick and pumped it with soapy hands, thinking about my mom's incredible body:
those legs, that firm tight ass, and those big soft breasts. With a groan, I
blew my load all over the tiled shower wall.
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