THE BEST STORIES always begin with ‘so there I was’. And this one is no exception. So there I was, standing naked in front of the kitchen table, my hard dick standing proudly in front of me. It was pointing straight at my near-naked mother, who was perched on the edge of the table, straddling me and eyeing my cock like it was a piece of hard candy just waiting to be sucked. Her torso, stomach and tits were still wet with the cum I had sprayed on them just minutes before, and the only stitch of clothing on her body was the tiny white thong that just barely covered her wet pussy lips. My balls were churning, readying another load of semen, and my dick was pulsing with anticipation.
Standing there, I couldn’t help but think about the events which had led me to such a precarious position. The snowstorm had cut off the power to the house, and had also cut off any chance of getting out. The doors and windows were covered by the snow, and we had no idea how long we would be trapped inside. The old woodstove in the kitchen had provided us with an ample supply of heat, and we had decided that the old generator in the basement could be used for a few minutes of hot water each night. That way we could at least have a quick shower. What we hadn’t planned on were the events that followed. The plan was for me to turn on the generator in the basement while Mom got into the shower. Then I would rush upstairs and jump into the shower while she ran down and turned it off. But when I ran upstairs on that first night, I rushed into the bathroom naked only to find my wet naked mother staring back at me. She had just stepped out of the shower, and obviously hadn’t expected me to move so quickly from the basement to the bathroom. We both stared at each other for what seemed like forever, neither of us able to move a muscle. Staring at the beautiful naked woman before me, my cock involuntarily sprung to life and Mom couldn’t help but stare at it. After a while, we both clumsily fumbled for ways to cover ourselves up, not that it really mattered at that point.
We were both embarrassed, but it didn’t last long. Mom came to me that night and explained how what had happened, though it may not have been an ideal situation, was a positive thing because it would allow us to be completely open with each other from then on. Anxious to put the whole thing behind us, I reluctantly agreed, and we mutually decided that we didn’t want it to affect our relationship in a negative way.
Then I woke up this morning to find Mom in the kitchen wearing nothing but a white lace bra and thong, and it didn’t take me long to figure out her take on our newfound ‘openness’. Naturally, my cock was immediately hard, and Mom took advantage, quickly getting me to undress and jack myself off while she finger-fucked herself on the kitchen table.
So, once again, there I was, just waiting for what would happen next.
Mom seductively wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me toward her hard. My dick slapped against her taut stomach, and the thick purple head rested just below her massive cum-covered breasts. She reached up and grabbed me behind my neck and pulled me close to her.
“Honey,” she whispered, and she lightly shook me back and forth. “Honey,” once again, louder this time.
“Hey, wake up!”
My eyes opened slowly as I awoke, confused. Mom shook me lightly, and brought me out of my daze. Holy shit, I thought. It was all a dream. No fucking way! But how much of it was a dream? What the hell was going on?
“Hey, you awake?”
“Yeah,” I replied groggily.
“Good. We’re almost out of firewood, so I need you to run down and bring some more up.”
“Thanks. Oh, and you can have a few minutes to take care of that first, if you want.”
“Huh?” I asked, finally gaining some coherence. “Take care of what?”
“That,” she said, glancing toward my crotch. “You can have a few minutes to take care of it before you get up, if you want.”
I looked down between my legs and saw the huge tent my dick was making in the sheets. I was as hard a rock, no doubt because of the dream I’d been having. “Oh shit,” I said as I moved to try and hide myself.
“Relax,” Mom giggled. “You don’t have to do that. After last night it hardly seems necessary.”
“What happened last night?” I asked.
“You don’t remember? Our little mishap in the bathroom, with the shower?”
Phew, I thought. At least I didn’t dream that part. “Yeah, I remember. I thought it might have been a dream.”
Mom laughed lightly. “Well it looks like you were having one hell of a dream, but last night was definitely the real McCoy.”
“Okay tiger,” she said, slapping me on the leg. “You do…whatever it is you need to do in here, and then get us some firewood.” She got up and headed for the door. She was wearing a white men’s button-down oxford that fell just below her ass, and a pair of uggs. “I’m gonna go make us some breakfast, escort ataşehir okay?”
“Subtlety, Mom,” I said with a smile. “You might try that sometime.”
“Honey, we’ve seen each other naked. Subtlety is pretty much out the window at this point, don’t you think?”
She had a point. “Fair enough,” I said. She smiled at me, quickly glanced down at the tent in the sheets again, and then left the room.
My cock was aching for attention, but jacking off seemed inappropriate. I had done it the night before, after the incident, but in retrospect it seemed so wrong. She’s your mother, I said to myself. Quit acting like a fucking sicko.
I dragged myself out of bed and moved toward the dresser to find some clothes. I checked myself out in the mirror and notice that the door was still wide open behind me. I thought of closing it, but decided to leave it open. Let her see me, I thought. As dirty and wrong as it seemed, I couldn’t help but feel extremely turned on by the idea of Mom walking back by my door and getting another show just like the one she got last night. Then she would be entranced by the massiveness of my rod, and a dream-like sex sequence would ensue. My hard cock pulsed and jutted out proudly in front of me. I turned to the side and pushed my hips forward, thrusting it outward even more. I waited for a few minutes, thinking Mom might come back. But the noises from the kitchen gave me no indication that she would. Feeling slightly defeated, I decided to put on some clothes and get to work.
The day was fairly uneventful. With no electricity and no power, we were forced to play board games and cards to pass the time. And this was all done by candlelight, since the snow still covered the windows and eliminated any hope of daylight. It was difficult at times, and we both started to get a bit stir-crazy at points. But the thought of tonight’s shower, and possibly reliving last night’s events kept me focused and helped me through the day.
Mom had stayed in the white button-down all day long, which made sense. There was really no need to get dressed. It was clear that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Every time the fire would die down and it would get a bit chilly, her nipples would poke through the thin material that was already stretched tightly across her ample chest. She may not have been wearing any panties, either. She had been very protective of her nether region all day, constantly ensuring that her shirt didn’t ride too high. I wasn’t sure if she was or if she wasn’t, but the thought kept me stimulated all day long.
When the day had finally waxed and waned, Mom announced that she was ready for a shower. I instantly perked up, and she noticed. She laughed at me and told me not to get any ideas. I was pouting on the inside, but tried not to let on.
“I think we should try a different strategy tonight,” she said. “Since last night’s strategy obviously didn’t work.”
“Well that’s a matter of perspective, really,” I said. Her eyebrows raised with surprise, and I was even a little shocked at my own audacity.
“Easy, tiger,” she said with a grin. “Anyway, as I was saying, I think tonight I’ll stay in the shower until you get to the bathroom, and then we can switch once you’re ready. That way we won’t have any unexpected hiccups.”
“Okay,” I said. That sounded good to me. The idea of having her waiting there for me was more than intriguing. As much as I had tried to outwardly deny my feelings about the night before, inside I was aching for a chance to see that gorgeous body naked again. And for her to see me naked, too.
She went into the bathroom and closed the door, which hardly seemed necessary given the circumstances, and then told me she was ready. I bolted down the stairs into the dank basement and cranked the generator, which started up on the first try this time. I started grinding and sputtering away, and I immediately took off up the stairs.
I darted into the bathroom and ripped my clothes off. When I was completely naked, I tapped on the shower wall to let Mom know I was ready. My cock was thick and semi-hard, ready for what was to come.
“Are you ready?” she asked. Am I ever, I thought.
“Yeah, whenever you are.”
“Okay, can you hand me my towel?”
“Uh…yeah.” I reached behind me, grabbed her towel off the rack and passed it through the shower curtain.
“Okay, I’m coming out.” She opened the shower curtain and was immediately shocked to see me standing there in all my nude glory. She had wrapped her towel around her from chest to thigh, and was apparently not expecting to see me naked. “Oh shit, honey, what are you doing?”
I was confused and embarrassed, and wasn’t sure what to say. “Well…I…I don’t know, I thought…” I trailed off, unsure of what to do. I was tempted to move for my towel and cover up, but it seemed pointless. Instead, my hands fell to my crotch in a futile attempt to cover myself.
“Oh God, I’m sorry.” kadıköy escort She seemed unsure of what to do, and couldn’t decide whether to stay or go, to look or look away. Her eyes darted frantically back and forth, to me, and to the wall; to my dick, and then to my eyes. “Well…go ahead and take your shower.” She quickly moved from the shower and out of the bathroom, clutching her towel tightly to her chest. I did get a flash of her bare ass as she ran out of the room, but it wasn’t exactly thrilling in the circumstances.
I hesitantly stepped into the shower and washed myself quickly before the hot water ran out. When I was done, I towelled off and headed to my room. Mom’s door was closed, so I closed my door as well. I chucked my towel on the floor and sat on the bed, wondering what had gone wrong, where the miscommunication had been.
After a minute, there came a knock at my door. “Yeah?” I answered, not bothering to get up.
“Hey, it’s me,” she said. Well no shit, I thought. “Can I come in?”
“Uh…yeah, just a sec.” I got up off the bed and grabbed a pair of boxers out of my top dresser drawer. I slid them on quickly. “Okay,” I said to the door. It opened and she peeked her head in cautiously.
“Are you sure it’s okay?”
“Well what difference does it make now?”
“Right.” She opened the door and walked in, surprisingly still wearing her towel. It was tied tightly under her arms, and flattened her breasts against her chest. The opening in the front left a small area of her upper thigh visible, just below her hips. She looked sexy as hell with her hair all wet and clingy. Her bright blue eyes stood out so much more when her hair was wet. She was truly a beautiful creature. “So,” she said as she cautiously moved further into the room. “Can I sit?”
“Sure.” I threw the rumpled blankets aside to give her some room on the side of the bed. She sat facing me, with one leg on the floor and the other pulled up beneath her. The towel rode up higher on her hips when she sat, but still fell between her legs and around them, restricting any chance of a quick peek. Still, the thought of her wet naked body under that towel was stimulating, and I couldn’t help but imagine her out of it.
We sat in awkward silence for a few moments, until she finally broke the ice. “So I guess we had a little misunderstanding earlier, huh?”
“Yeah that’s one way to put it,” I said. “Another way might be to say that I looked like a complete asshole.”
“No you didn’t. You were just obviously thinking a little bit more…liberally than I was, that’s all.”
“Well yeah, I just figured after last night it didn’t really matter anymore. I was thinking we’d just do a switch real quick and not worry about…you know.”
“Yeah I know. Believe it or not, that’s exactly what I was thinking too, but I wasn’t sure that was what you had in mind. Obviously I was wrong.”
“Well that worked out really well for me. I show up nude and look like an idiot, and…”
“Oh stop, you didn’t like an idiot,” she cut me off.
“Well I sure as hell felt like one.” My frustration was obvious, and she knew she couldn’t talk me out of feeling like a jackass. She pushed out her lower lip in a sad pouty face.
“Aw, what can Mama do to make it better?”
I smiled at her and she giggled. “Nothing I guess. It’s over now. Might as well just forget it.”
“Would it help if I gave you a little peek?”
“Come again?” I said with surprise.
“Will it make you feel better if I give you a little flash? Even things up a bit? After all, it’s only fair. Turnabout’s fair play, right?” She was grinning devilishly, and I couldn’t help but smile an awkward smile. I was dying to see her naked again, but I couldn’t admit that to her. Could I? The thought of her lewd suggestion immediately made my dick stir inside my loose shorts. Within seconds I was hard, and there was no chance of hiding it from her. She glanced down at the hardness that was trying mightily to force its way through my thin boxers. “Should I take that as a yes?”
“You’re not serious,” I said.
“I’m absolutely serious. Now do you want it, or not?”
I didn’t answer her, but I didn’t have to. The answer was stretching through my boxers, and it was quite apparent. Slowly, she raised up to her knees and stared seductively into my eyes. My eyes were locked on hers as she reached up to untie her towel. She placed an arm across her breasts, and loosened the towel with the other, letting it fall. She licked her lips and danced back and forth on her knees, teasing me. She held a corner of the towel loosely over one of her nipples, leaving the majority of the breast exposed. My eyes were locked on her tits, and I was practically salivating with the anticipation of the moment that towel fell. She was giggling like a school girl, obviously revelling in my infatuation. She turned slowly from side to side, carefully allowing a little more of her body maltepe escort bayan to be exposed with each sway to the left and right. Then she placed her free hand down on the bed in front of her and leaned on it, allowing her massive breasts to hang forward, and exposing a deep crevasse of cleavage that I could’ve gotten lost in for ages. My mouth was involuntarily hanging open, and my tongue was heavy with saliva. Finally, she stopped gyrating and rose back up to her knees.
“Are you ready?” she asked, with a sultry rasp.
The lust in my eyes was all the answer she needed. She bit her lower lip, closed her eyes and raised her arms, dropping the towel to the bed. She clasped her hands behind her head, and opened her eyes. My mouth was hanging open, my heart was racing, and my cock was throbbing. Even though I’d seen it the night before, her body was so amazing that at that moment I felt like I could’ve burst through my shorts and shot a load of cum halfway across the room. Her huge tits were heavy and round, with large dark areolas encircling her hard nipples. Just south of them was her well-toned stomach, which gave way to her wonderfully curvy hips, the hips that surrounded the thin strip of neatly-trimmed pubic hair that marked the path down to her sweet pussy.
She took her hands from behind her head and slowly began feeling her body, running her fingers in between her legs, out over her thighs and up her torso. When she reached her breasts, she grabbed them and squeezed them together hard, lifting them up toward her chin, and then dropping them back to her chest, where they flopped heavily against her. Needless to say, I was speechless and in ecstasy. I could feel my pulsating cock leaking pre-cum into my shorts, and I longed to cum.
“So what do you think?” she said, with a huge smile on her face. She leaned back on her arms and parted her thighs, allowing me a better look at her clean-shaven pussy lips in the dim candlelight. Obviously, my brain-power had been diverted to other things at the moment, so an answer escaped me. But I’m sure she was well aware of what I thought. “Hey, wait a minute,” she said. “Why am I the only one naked here? Shouldn’t you be returning the favor?”
When I once again failed to answer, she got on her hands and knees and crawled across the bed toward me, her huge tits swaying beneath her as she did. “Stand up,” she said. She pushed me back off the bed, and I rose to my feet. She sat herself down immediately in front of me and reached for the waistband of my boxers. She licked her lips hungrily as she slowly began to pull them down. She pulled them off my ass first, leaving my hard cock covered and forced downward. Then she looked up at me with a sly grin, bit her tongue between her teeth and put her hands up on my chest, raking her fingernails down my body slowly toward my torso. I groaned as she did it, and that obviously turned her on, because she gasped as her fingers reached the lowered waistband of my shorts. Then she slid her fingers beneath it and pulled it downward, allowing it to slide slowly, almost painfully slowly off my rigid cock. She reached the tip and my dick suddenly shot upward, directly toward her face, and she gasped again with delight.
“Oh my,” she cooed. With a gratified smile, she dropped my boxers the rest of the way to the floor, and I forced my cock forward, elated that it was finally free. A long strand of pre-cum oozed from the tip and landed squarely on Mom’s thigh. I gripped myself hard and squeezed out even more cum onto her. She giggled and sat forward, her lips just inches from my aching manhood. She reached up behind me and gripped my ass hard, pulling me very slightly toward her. She parted her lips and cocked her head to the side, acting as if she was going to take me into her mouth. But she stopped before she touched me, so close that I could feel the warmth of her breath on my dick. Her tongue stretched past her lips, darting toward my cock, but not touching it. She moved from side to side, almost licking the hardness before her, but never reaching it. She teased me shamelessly, and as much as I hated it, God I loved it. She snarled hungrily and clamped her teeth together, acting as if she wanted to bite me. My cock jumped and more precum squirted out, landing on one of her nipples. Mom watched it and smiled as it slowly seeped down her naked tit. She took a hand from my ass and clamped it over her breast, squeezing it hard. She moaned softly as she caressed one breast, then the other, her eyes never leaving my hardness that hung so dangerously close to her mouth. Her other hand slid around from my ass to my thigh, and I moaned as a thumb lightly brushed against my balls. She massaged me gently as her other hand left her tits and grinded downward, disappearing between her legs. She gasped and moaned as her fingers found her swollen clit, and I did too.
Then suddenly it all stopped. She fell backward onto her elbows, her huge tits heaving on her chest with each gasping breath. The smell of sex hung in the air around us, and I knew her pussy was wet and wanting. She gazed up at me with a knowing smile, and I stared back down at her, wondering what was next.
“Okay tiger,” she gasped. “That’s all you get for tonight.”