Bitchy Mom

I am going to share some things and hope that whoever happens to
read this both enjoys it and also might have some advice.

I am 38, married, and am in a successful business. I love my wife
very much and would never do anything to hurt her. That being
said, I have to admit my attraction to my mother Rebecca. This is
not an easy thing to admit, but I guess it is something that I have
kept hidden over the years and it was inevitable that it would
eventually find it's way to the surface.

My mother is 57, 5'10",wears a 38C bra, and a size ten dress.

She's of Italian descent and has the olive complexion and the
dark
brown hair. She's got a beautiful face and a great body. When
she and dad first met, mom had aspirations to being a singer /
dancer, and still retains a killer set of long legs and a great
figure, well into her fifties. I think she looks younger than I
do most times.

Anyway, as I said before and from the description, I find my mom
very hot. She and dad married right out of high school and I
followed soon thereafter. I guess the little `surprise'
(me)
probably had a lot to do with why mom never made it in a performing
career. She has worked as a real estate agent for years and has
done well, but it was always just a part-time thing for her. She
and dad split about 5 years ago and she's had to work full-time
and
has had a hard time making it.

One thing about my mother is that she is very, very bitchy. I
mean on the bitch scale, she is a 9 out of 10. I guess she
isn't
like that at her work, or they would have fired her years ago.
Personally, I am surprised that dad put up with it for as long as he
did, but I guess love does funny things to people. Well, I guess
even he had had enough, because he asked for and got a divorce from
mom after some ugly legal fighting. Dad is now married to his
former executive assistant, who is only a couple of years younger
than him, and they are happy. She's a nice woman, though not
near
as pretty as mom, and I'm glad their life is going well.

When I was younger, I was really mad at mom a lot. She was such a
bitch to all of my friends and girlfriends and that really made it
tough. She still terrorizes my wife occasionally, but she's
mellowed a little. Now that I am older and have a life of my own,
I actually think that the bitchy streak in her makes her even more
hot to me. Every once in a while, I'll purposefully antagonize
her, just to get a rise. She just looks so damn sexy when she gets
mad!

I guess I had the normal teenage curiosity and noticed my mom, but
as soon as I went away to college, I decided I was out from under
her roof, and bitching, for good. I got a good job out of school
and met my wife soon after that. Other than holidays, I
haven't
spent much time at home. This has changed since the divorce.
Even though she is a bitch, I do love my mother and have done my
best to help her get adjusted. Since my wife is hesitant to be
around her, I end up going over to her house by myself a lot.
This being the case, I have had to confront the fact that my mom is
still a very beautiful woman.

Mom is very professional in what she wears to work and dresses very
conservatively around the house. Her legs look great in a pair of
pantyhose and heels, and she always wears skirts and dresses that
are just a little above her knees. Classy and conservative, yet
still very sexy.

I guess my attraction really move out of the back of my mind when
something happened earlier this year. I was sitting in my car, in
mom's driveway, waiting for her to come home from work. She
pulled
in beside me and was in the process of getting out, when her cell
phone obviously rang. She had the door open , was turned partially
towards me, and had one foot on the ground and one still in the
car. Mom stared ahead at some imaginary point in space, not
looking at me as she talked on her phone. Now I had been noticing
her legs before, and even stolen a quick peek or two at them, but
this was something completely different.




The way mom was sitting, her legs were spread apart and I could see
all the way up between them under her skirt, to the tight crotch of
the dark pantyhose she was wearing. I was in shock and quickly
looked to see if she had seen me looking, but mom was focused on her
phone call and still not looking in my direction. I know I
shouldn't have, but I let my eyes move back down so I could see
up
her skirt. I stared hard at her exposed crotch and got the first
hard-on I had ever got from looking at my own mom.

When her call finally ended, I had to kind of hide the lump in my
pants, as we went into the house. My hard-on faded quickly, but I
still kept thinking about what I had seen, and stole a few glances
mom's way. She changed from work into some jeans and we settled
into our project of the evening, painting a small room that she was
using for an office.

We worked closely and she was, of course, bitching about something
to me, but I ignored it. What I could not ignore was the way the
old shirt she was wearing highlighted her big tits and how good her
butt looked in those jeans of hers. Whenever she was turned away,
I looked at her butt or at the profile of her boobs. She was
really getting to me, so I decided I had to do something about it,
so I told her I was going up to the bathroom.

Once inside, I sat down on the toilet, took out my cock and started
jacking off, something I haven't had to do in years. While I
sat
there stroking and thinking about mom's boobs, butt, and legs, I
noticed that the outfit she had been wearing when she got home was
hanging on the back of the bathroom door. She'd obviously
changed
into her jeans in the room I was not sitting in. My attention
then became very focused on the closed clothes hamper beside the
vanity. I got up, walked over, then opened it. I tell you I
felt like a real pervert, but I was really turned on.

There on the top was the pair of dark hose that mom had been wearing
when I looked up her skirt in the driveway. I picked them up and
began to feel them. I don't have a weird thing for women's
underwear, or at least I don't think I do, but just knowing that
mom
had had them on really got me hot. I examined the cotton crotch
part and saw a couple of dark wiry hairs on it. My dick was
really, really hard when I realized I was looking at some of my
mother's pussy hairs.

I carefully removed five of the hairs and put them on the vanity.
I then started really stroking my dick. I realized that the crotch
of the hose I held had touched my mom's pussy and pushed it
against
my nose and inhaled like some pervert. I could smell her on the
cotton material. As I got more excited and closer to coming, I
sucked the crotch into my mouth. I stood there stroking furiously
until I started blasting come into the vanity sink. Just about the
time this started, mom started pounding on the door, bitching at me
to come back down and finish painting. I almost had a heart
attack, but standing there with the crotch of her pantyhose in my
mouth, shooting come, and hearing her voice made it super hot for me.

After we finished painting, I went home. My wife was already in
bed, so I joined her. I lay there in the dark and couldn't get
my
mother out of my head. I got hard just thinking about her and had
to wake Carla up. She was really tired, but spread her legs for me
anyway and let me put it in. I closed my eyes and started to fuck
my wife, picturing my mom's body in my mind. Soon, I was
pretending it was her pussy I was inside and ended up coming real
quick and real hard.

A couple of days later, I went over to mom's house again to help
her
set up a new computer that she had ordered. She wasn't home,
so I
let myself in and went into her office and started opening up the
boxes and wiring everything up. I was lying under the computer
desk, working on some wires, when I heard the door slam and the
clomp of shoes coming up the hall. I called out, just as mom
walked into the room, looking extremely mad. She asked me if her
computer worked and when I said it did, the angrily plopped down
into her chair. I had to move back so she wouldn't kick me,
lying
there as I was. Obviously, she was pissed at someone at work and
was soon hammering away on the keyboard, bitching the whole time.

When I asked her if she would move, so I could get up out of her
way, she practically tore my head off and told me to finish what I
was doing, because she had an emergency at work, because of
some `stupid bitch' she worked with and had to have the
machine and
have it now. I moved so she had the least chance of kicking me
and continued to adjust the wiring.
As I worked, I moved further under the desk, intensely aware of
mom's legs. She was wearing some kind of blue dress and white
hose and eventually I was even with her knees. Unfortunately,
they were closed tightly, but I looked a little anyway and finished
my work. She asked me how it was coming and I told her that I had
some more to do, even though I was pretty much done. Mom then
thanked me for helping her and apologized for yelling at me, then
launched into another tirade aimed at the woman she worked with.

As I lay there looking at her legs, mom continued to furiously work
on her keyboard, and her knees opened enough for me to see under the
hem of her dress and up between her thighs to her crotch. I knew
I should just tell her I was done and get up, but I couldn't take
my
eyes off her crotch. My dick got hard and I reached down and
squeezed it in my pants and I lay there looking up her dress. My
heart was pounding in my chest, from the excitement of the moment,
and I quickly unzipped my pants. Obviously, I wasn't really
thinking clearly, but mom could only see my feet from where she was
sitting, so I took out my dick and started to stroke it.

Mom started asking me a bunch of questions about the new computer
and I answered her as I could. I had never been that excited
before in my life. I was laying there under the desk jerking off,
staring at my mom's crotch, while she was having a conversation
with
me. My heart was pounding and my whole body seemed to be on fire
and I kept stroking. Even though I couldn't see it, just
knowing
her pussy was right under crotch of the hose I was looking at and
because she was talking to me was more than I could take. I aimed
my cockhead up under the sweatshirt I was wearing and let go. As I
came, I kept my locked on mom's crotch the whole time. When I
was
done, I managed to get out of the situation quickly and she never
knew what I had done.

These incidents lead up to St. Patrick's Day. While mom is
Italian, dad was full Irish, so I have some of both in me. Mom
went to a party with some of her co-workers and clients. I would
not have known this, but I got a call at home from her boss. He
told me that she was pretty drunk and wanted me to come and get her
before she made a fool of herself. He sounded pretty pissed, so I
told Carla where I was going and drove to the pub her boss told me
they were at.

I had a real hard time getting mom out of the bar without her making
a huge scene, but managed to pull it off. Mom doesn't drink much
as
a rule, except maybe some wine, but she had obviously had a bunch of
alcohol at the party. She bitched at me the whole way to her
house, slurring her words and basically acting pretty mean.

When we got to the house, I had to half carry her inside, and
managed to get her onto the couch. By this time, she was telling
me that the room was spinning and that she felt like she was going
to get sick. I hurried for a trashcan, but she didn't end up
throwing up, just falling asleep. I left her alone, then went into
the other room to watch some TV, before I went home.

When I went back in to check on mom, before I left, she was sleeping
off her drunk and snoring. Almost the entire time I had been
watching TV, I had been thinking about her. I knew what I wanted
was wrong, but couldn't help getting hard thinking about her
passed
out or at least sleeping soundly in the next room. It made me hard,
just thinking about it. I had made my mind up to leave her and to
just go home, but when I stood there looking at her while she slept,
I knew I wouldn't be leaving right away.

Mom just looked so hot, lying there in the jacket, blouse, and skirt
she had worn to the party. Her hose were some kind of shiny blue
color, that just made her legs look great. I reached down and
shook her shoulder, calling her name and trying to get her to wake
up, but she never even stopped snoring. Even though I made the
effort, I knew I was secretly hoping for her to really be out
cold. There was not even a battle in my mind as I knelt down on
the floor beside her and unzipped my pants.





I sat there looking at mom's beautiful face as I started to jerk
off. She looked so hot. My free hand pulled open the front of
her jacket and I watched her big boobs rise and fall under the shirt
she wore under it. I put my hand on one of them and squeezed, then
did the same to the other one. I was really excited then and
decided I had to get a look at mom's tits. I opened her shirt
until I could see her big bra cups, then squeezed both of these too.

I figured I probably couldn't get mom's bra off too easy, so
I
pulled one of the cups out and leaned so I could look down into
it. Her boob was nice and big and I could see that her tit was
dark brown and about the size of a half dollar. I worked on the
cup until I got it down over her tit, then started rubbing it with
my fingers. When it stuck straight up, I knew I had to suck it, so
I leaned down and took it into my mouth. While I sucked her big
tit, I looked at mom's beautiful face and pulled hard on my dick.

I managed to get the rest of the bra cup under her boob and squeezed
it as I continued to suck her nipple.

I was really, really hot, but I knew I might never get a chance like
this again, so I stopped sucking her tit and moved further down. I
pulled up mom's skirt, then ran my hand down over the crotch of
her
hose. Touching her was making me so horny. I decided I really
wanted to see her pussy, so I got a hold of the waistbands of her
hose and panties, then lifted them up and looked down into her
underwear.

I almost came, when I saw the think triangle of dark hair that mom
had between her legs. Man she had a real hairy pussy. I was
really horny, so I pushed my hand under her panties and actually
touched her hair. I sat there jerking off, looking at mom's
face,
while I touched her hairy pussy. I wanted to fuck her so bad.
The facet that I would be raping her and that the sex would be
incest didn't really bother me, I just didn't know if she
would
sleep through it. I decided on a compromise. I started pushing
my middle finger into her, while I continued to watch her face and
to stroke my dick.

When I had my finger all the way into her pussy and felt how hot and
wet she was inside, I was no longer thinking rationally and I
decided that I was going to fuck her, even if I had to tie her up
and rape her. It was then that my stroking ended up pushing me
over the edge and I started to come. When it started, I aimed my
dick so it was aimed at her big naked boob. I continued to finger
fuck mom's hairy pussy as I came all over her jug, holding my
cockhead against her big nipple as I finished.

It was the hardest I had ever come in my life. I finally stopped
fingering her and then cleaned my come off her boob and redressed
her. I went to the bathroom and cleaned myself up then went to
leave. I stood there looking at mom for a long time and knew if I
didn't go right then, I'd end up fucking her, whatever the
consequences, so I did leave.


Needless to say, I am now in literal heat for my mom. I
absolutely have to find a way to fuck her. If anyone has any ideas
on knows of a sure way to do it so she won't know, let me know.


The pictures below are not of my mom, but this woman has similar
legs, and this should give you an idea why I think my mom is so hot.
Whoever provide me with the successful method, will get some
special pictures of her, while I am doing it.













 
