I’m not sure how long I stood there but I was alerted by the sound of the garage door opener. She was home and I dropped the garments and had the presence of mind to run in my room and appear that I had been sitting there studying all afternoon picking up my reading where I had left off earlier.
I heard her come in and call out a greeting that I answered as always. She puttered around downstairs a bit and then came up and said “Hi” and, as she usually does, kissed me on the cheek. She drew back and looked me up and down for a few seconds in a way not typical for her then she got a little smirk on her face.
“You look good today, Joseppi.” She said with a nice smile
I went back to my reading but wholly distracted as my cock begged for attention. The only option was to go in the bathroom, turn on the fan and beat-off into the toilet. In the process of doing this I came to the realization my mother had smelled her pussy on my face.
“Oh, fuck! I’m busted now” I thought
This tension only made me want to stroke my hard penis more urgently.
I took him out of my pants as I focused on the smell of my mother’s pussy that was all over my face. I grabbed my hard organ and began stroking while feeling the soft lubricant of my saliva and precum cover my sensitive shaft. My orgasm welled up almost instantly in a super intense eruption while I imagined pushing my face into the fragrant lips of my Mother’s cunt.
As I washed up, I made sure to wash my face before I went downstairs for dinner. My mother had brought my favorite pizza home for dinner! It was from Gino’s Pizzeria and was owned by one of her childhood friends. Nothing like having the smell of excellent pizza interrupt thoughts that had me preoccupied as well as overwhelmed.
Mother kissed me on the cheek again. She looked at me.
“I’m glad you washed your face. There was a little bit of dirt on it earlier.”
She gave me a little wink as I set the table and she poured herself a glass of wine.
Over the coming weeks, I found panties on the floor of her bedroom several times. There were occasions her underwear smelled strong and feisty as though urging me on to consider her cunt. Other times, they smelled only of her perfume and with very little trace of her Catholic vulva.
Of course, the smelly panties were of greater divinity for my 19-year-old nose but I was always entranced by panties that had been worn by my mother! Always, I would thoroughly jack-off to my mother’s panties and loved seeing a sample of her brown pubic hair.
Sightings of a naked Mother Maria also served to keep me aroused. These sightings rarely happened and not as much as the oft found tossed panties. But there were occasions.
I saw her naked in her room a few times but didn’t stop to gawk and risk her “You’re going to Hell” look. There was a time when I heard her praying and I thought I would take a peek through the open door of her room. I crawled from my doorway to hers in an attempt to be as quiet as possible. Looking in I got an eye full.
She was kneeling at her bed completely nude. I had a good angle on the back of my mother’s ass but not directly behind her. I could see tufts of her fur brushing out and a hint of her leathery cunt lips hanging down from her fissure. I was nothing less than stunned. I watched for what seemed like at least a minute before she spoke.
“Joseppi, what are you doing?” she said softly and she continued
“I am praying for you and asking your father to watch over you.”
She paused for a lengthy stretch of time…
“Leave me in privacy and please go for a walk or something while I sort out difficulties with your father.”
“Indeed” I thought….
I went for a drive to a wooded park where I went deep into the woods. I thought about the forest my mother keeps between her legs and the temple of flesh that surrounds her awesome cunt. When I arrived deep enough into a mossy cove, I released my spurting dick on a small mound of pungent peatmoss and thought about the sinful lust I had for my beautiful mother.
Some weeks went by and no panties were to be found and certainly neither an apparition of a naked Mother Maria. During this time, my dick cooled off but not completely as I worked to keep my class work in order. I studied, hung out with my friends, masturbated regularly, sometimes ate pizza and had intelligent conversations with my mother who often beamed about my performance in school. She asked if I was meeting any girls.
“No Mom, I don’t know how to talk to girls.”
She looked at me without saying a word and just nodded…
Then she said.
“Well, keep working hard.”
“Some girl is gonna notice you”
“You look too good, Joseppi. I’m sure there are many girls that have noticed that!”
I continued to work making an effort learn how to be proud of myself. I was glad to please my mother at the end of Fall semester with top grades!
The Holidays went by with visits to and from friends and relatives.
After one visit, my mother was somewhat drunk and strangely flirted with me. In that state of slight inebriation, she came close and hugged me in a way that was warm and fluid with a wet kiss on my cheek. I got a sexy whiff of her body and felt seriously turned on. She whispered in my ear. It tickled my earlobe when she spoke…
“I’m so proud of you, Joseppi!”
“I know a girl who is gonna get wet for you!”
That was all she said and I wasn’t sure how to respond nor did I really want to.
School began again, life returned to its routine rhythm, and I got back into the process of study. Towards mid-January, I began to find used panties again.
I was on my way to sleep and there they were. I found a pair under my sheets. I saw them as I pulled my covers back. I typically slept in-the-raw and my hand automatically began fingering my penis just as it was turning into a rock-hard-prick.
I grabbed the soiled panties quickly bringing them to my nose and inhaled my mother’s essence. Damn, these where so smelly and I couldn’t help rubbing my face into the soiled bits.
I got under the covers and stroked myself silly while smelling the pungent essence on these pink panties. I wanted it to last and I stroked as I imagined my mother’s ass and pubic wonders. When I came, I didn’t use a towel. In my state, I wanted it to cum all over and felt happy to sleep in the wetness of it all.
I happily slept in that soiled bed with those luscious, stained panties for three nights in a row. Following that, I found the bed had been changed which was unusual. For years I had kept my own bed changed and washed with little help from my mother.
On the pillow, was another recently worn pair of panties with a note affixed with a paper clip.
“Enjoy this from a girl who is really wet for you!”
Months past without panties, sightings or flirtation. I continued to learn, took long masturbatory breaks and listened to my mother go on about her adventures in lawyering while I nurtured fantasies about her body. I did manage to meet a young woman at school but I could never bring myself to ask her out.
It was the middle of May and I was called on to help my mother move some stuff out of the basement. She wore tight jeans and a sexy t-shirt that had me looking at her up and down and sneaking peeks when she wasn’t able to notice. We moved several boxes to the trash until we came to two that she offered to me.
“Joseppi, you should have these two boxes.”
“These are things that belonged to your father and you will like these as mementos of him.”
“I don’t want to know what is in these boxes but I don’t want to throw away what belonged to him. They are yours, now.”
The boxes were very heavy and once up in my room I left them in a corner and didn’t bother with them for some weeks.
On a Saturday night, I had been hanging with my friend Jake. We had been watching music concerts online, trading stories and he was telling me about some girl he liked. It was late in the evening and I received a text from my mother.
She told me that she was having a crisis and needed me to come home as soon I could. I couldn’t remember another time when she had done this and I told my friend I had to leave to check on my mother.
When I arrived home, I found my mother in the living room with a box of tissue and her eye makeup running down her face. She looked up at me as I sat down next to her.
“What’s wrong Ma?”
“I have to let go of your father..”
“That’s all I can tell you, now. But I need you to hold me.”
I put my arm around my mother’s shoulder and she turned to latch on to me and held me very tight and we continued to hold each other for some time. She whispered in my ear…
“I want you to call me Maria right now.”
I felt her warm breath in my ear and then a soft kiss on my neck. She rolled on her side as she got closer to me with her eyes peering directly into mine when she began to kiss me.
I felt the a warm and inviting sensation hen her wet lips touched mine.
“You are proving yourself to be a man, Joseppi.”
She kissed me again then held me.
I wasn’t sure what to do but I didn’t want her to stop.
Maria’s hand went down to my crotch where it grabbed onto the hardness she could feel through my jeans. Her hand slid under my loosened belt and slipped into my pants where she wrapped her fingers around the tip of my dick.
“Your cock is so warm Joseppi.” She whispered in my ear, her breathing becoming deeper.
Her hand pulled at my prick and rubbed it while she continued to kiss my neck and ground herself into me. This woman I had come to look up to as always in control was losing herself in the moment. She brought her leg over me whereon she pushed her groin into my hip while grinding her thigh into the bulk of my rock-hard dick.
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