Chris got back down to his shower and the mirrors had steamed by the time he returned.
His mind raced and he took several long chugs off his shower beers and got his lighter and pre rolls out of his bag. Chris made sure to leave his suit for the banquet outside of the bathroom because, after all, he didn’t want his mom’s coworkers to get a skunky whiff every time they tried to talk to him.
Chris took a long drag off the joint and sat back against the wall; replaying the short highlight he just witnessed. His hand instinctively moved to his semi-hard penis and he began to massage himself through his boxer briefs while images of his mother played in his head. Chris took a couple more puffs and then put the joint out as his cock was now pulsing underneath his touch.
Chris leaned back and closed his eyes as he pictured being able to suck and lick his mother’s nipples while she stroked his cock. The image was so vivid and felt like a mix between maternal love and lust and it was driving Chris wild.
Chris leaned down and let his spit exit his mouth and land between his manhood and his hand; providing helpful lubrication. Chris pumped his hardening cock faster and he pictured his mother on all fours with his face buried deep inside both her holes. Images of his mom in all sorts of positions ran through his mind; his eyes closed as he licked his lips; wishing so badly his mother’s pussy was on the other end.
His grip tightened and he brought his knees to his chest. Chris spit again, this time the sloppy saliva landed right on the head of his cock. He groaned as his hand spread his spit all over the glistening head. Chris’s motions began getting quicker and the feel of his own throbbing cock and the image of his mother bent over was sending him over the edge. With his left hand, Chris cupped his ballsack and gently massaged his testicles while slowing his thrusting pace and squeezing the head of his penis, using his thumb to scoop up the drop of precum it just produced.
Chris began to imagine his mother lowering her pussy onto his waiting face. He licked his lips as if her pussy were inches away. Chris lowered his left hand from his balls and felt his spit sliding across his now exposed ass. Chris felt his tight hole reject his finger at first but his body relaxed as he brought his other thumb to his lips. He tasted his precum and let out a low groan as his left fingertip barely managed to breach his tight hole.
He kept his finger in his ass and would sporadically tickle and tease his own hole as he neared climax. Images of his mother’s smooth skin danced in his head as his hips started to buck and meet his thrusts.
He felt his balls tighten and his body tense up. Chris didn’t stop pumping his pulsating cock as he exploded all over his legs and bathroom floor. Chris let out a long moan as he felt his ejaculate cascade over his hands, mixing with the spit he was using for lube. His hands lingered on his worn out member as he caught his breath. He ran his fingers through the mess he made and scooped his own seed off his thighs and added it to the thin layer already coating his hand.
Chris brought his hand to his mouth and explored each digit with a lick and a suck, tasting his salty and sweet semen. Chris found he had a taste for his own brand and would on occasion, indulge. Even after his climax; he could feel that his sexual appetite was still not quenched but he was running out of time before the banquet.
Chris hopped in the shower and developed a halfway decent buzz before drying off, getting dressed, and making his way back upstairs.
“Ready, Ma” Chris shouted into Tricia’s room on his way to sit in the front room. Chris felt good and liked how he looked – he felt confident all dressed up. He took a brief second to lament the fact he was finally dressed up nicely for a date and it was with a girl he had no shot to hook up with – his mom! Chris adjusted his belt and fidgeted with the accessories he usually avoided. After about five minutes of waiting he heard Tricia turn off her light and walk out towards him.
“Ok, Chrissy. I’m ready. How do I look?”
Chris’s jaw nearly hit the floor. He had never in his life seen an image of beauty at this magnitude. It wasn’t just that his mother looked sexy, because she did. Chris was sure she was the most beautiful person in the world. He could barely speak. Tricia noticed Chris’s inability to say much.
“Do you like it? Is it too much?” Tricia asked, already knowing the answer but attempting to give her son a nudge in the right direction.
Chris couldn’t help but slowly run his eyes up and down his moms entire body as she stood before him. He knew he must look like a caveman staring at a smart phone in that moment but his mother’s beauty took his breath away in the most literal of ways.
“Uh… du… its god. Er, good. No. No. You look great. I mean the outfit isn’t.” Chris tired to explain and Tricia could see what was happening and she thought she would pretend like she didn’t for Chris not to be embarrassed.
Tricia felt flattered at her sons genuine reaction. Her confidence grew and she felt a tingle between her legs as she saw how flustered he got. She wondered if his cock was getting hard or if he was staring at her chest and the thought excited her.
“Oh good! Ok. Let’s go. I’ll drive so you can be the party animal.”
Chris was still speechless but followed his mom to the car. The entire car ride to the banquet was filled with conversation between the two. They talked about life, Abby and Lena, and Chris’s job. Chris could barely focus as his eyes kept moving to Tricia’s stocking clad legs. The sheer black fabric hugged her smooth skin and Chris wanted to reach out and touch her.
He snapped out of his trance as they arrived to the banquet. Chris became hyper aware at the looks and stares people gave his mother and he was equal parts proud, jealous, and mad. Husbands were given dirty looks as their glances were caught by their wives and Chris did his best to take mental notes of them all.
Tricia delivered her speech and Chris couldn’t help but notice how the entire room gravitated towards his mother. Her personality filled the room and it was like she was pure magnetism. He decided she could be a politician and make it all the way to Washington if she wanted to. As Tricia came back to the table; she asked Chris if he could a favor for her in her office.
Chris obliged and with his mom socializing; he slipped out of the hall and through the maze of hallways. He got to his mother’s office and opened the door. The faint smell of her perfume wafted in the air and the spacious room was adorned with degrees, certificates, and pictures. Chris waited in his moms chair for her to come tell him what she needed. A few minutes later the door opened and Tricia walked in.
“Oh thank god. So stuffy out there.”
Chris smiled. “What did you need me to do, Ma?”
“Oh. Um. You know what? I forgot? I think I had the files at home anyway. Sorry. Just had to get out of there for a second.”
Chris watched as his mom exhaled and sat on the couch up against the side wall of her office. Her legs crossed, causing her dress to ride high enough to see the garter belt holding her thigh high stockings up. Chris felt his cock twitch as his mother relaxed on the couch.
“Come sit, Chrissy. There’s some champagne in the fridge. Bring it”
Chris grabbed the champagne but didn’t bother with glasses as he was too distracted. He sat next to his mom and popped the bottle when Tricia motioned to him. He handed her the bottle and she took a swig.
“Don’t be freaked out, Chrissy; but so you know; your father and I know about Lena and Abby”
Chris’s heart sank and his face turned beet red. He wanted to run through the wall. Tricia saw his reaction and continued.
“Relax, relax. Seriously. It’s totally fine, baby. They were excited to tell you.”
Chris became confused and tried putting all the pieces together. Tricia’s body was now facing towards him and Chris didn’t know whether to panic or stare at his mother’s hosiery covered legs.
“If you’re ever not sure about something or uncomfortable; don’t hesitate to let us know. We’re a family. A very close one.”
Chris heard Tricia’s tone change. His heart was beating out of his chest and all the champagne in the world couldn’t have brought his heart rate down. The look in her eye was changing. It started out as motherly but now there was a different look in her eye: lust. Chris processed the night before with his sister and realized that his entire family must participate in their traditions. He felt his cock harden and his mouth was dry.
The space between Chris and his mother was reduced to centimeters. Tricia’s pantyhose clad knee was touching Chris’s and not only did Tricia not back up upon feeling the contact; she leaned in; wanting to feel more of her son.
Tricia placed her hand on Chris’s leg and looked at him. Instead of a motherly smile, Tricia was biting her lower lip and had a look of lust in her eyes. Her breathing increased and she began to rub her son’s upper leg.
The friction was driving Chris wild and he felt the blood rushing to his legs. He felt his cock stiffening and finally met his mothers gaze. He saw the look in her eyes and he knew what that look meant. His mouth felt dry but he was committed now.
As the two locked eyes; they both instinctively leaned in towards each other. Chris felt his heart thumping and his cock now straining against the cotton boxer briefs he was wearing.
Chris could have sworn sparks flew as their lips touched. Tricias lips were soft and pillowy and the two let the initial contact linger for a second; electricity coursing through their bodies. Tricia brought her hand and cupped Chris’s face with it, leaving her other hand on his leg. Chris let out a low moan when he felt his mother’s touch; a moan that sent shockwaves between her legs. Chris’s moan made Tricia move her hand to the back of his head and she lightly but firmly grabbed a handful of his hair.
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