Literotic asexstories – Mother's Day, Mother's Way by HunterTrango,HunterTrango
Mom was still living in the farmhouse I grew up in and was overjoyed to have us stay as guests. She had been alone in the house with just me since my father left when I was in junior high school.
It had just been the two of us for years, but for the last six years, she lived there alone when I was gone to college, then married, and now living in Chicago.
The house looked incredible as she slowly turned it into a Bed and Breakfast. When we arrived, she had a huge list of projects she needed help with, and since Melinda had to spend several days in interviews in Lewisburg, I was glad I could help.
Melinda was heading out the door for a long day when Mom returned from her morning run. She was in her early 50s and still looked great, never missing her morning jog. A little heavier and softer than her days playing tennis at Vasser, she worked out for her health now.
Mom came in and got the list of projects for me. She wore light blue running tights and a snug top. Overdressed for the warm day, she was sweating, and while I tried not to look, the sweat outline of her nipples drew my attention.
She was heading off to take a shower. My first task was to go to the attic and pry open the attic windows that had been painted shut for years.
The ancient house had truly little insulation. I could hear her moving in the bathroom below. Working on the windows, my mind went back to the days of peeking at my mom through a crack in the bathroom ceiling, hoping to get a look at a naked woman.
I was sure the crack had been fixed, but curiosity took over, and I located the boards above the bathroom. Finding the one not nailed down, I removed it. I panicked, replaced the board, paused, removed it again, lay flat, and peered in. Light from the bathroom let me know the crack was still there.
The shower was running as Mom removed her top, revealing her large breasts. They had grown as she had added some middle age weight. Fortunately, most of that weight landed around her boobs. When she took off her running bra, I felt a tingle as her tits bounced down but still retained an excellent teardrop shape. Her nipples were purple and turned upright. A rush of guilt ran through me. I decided to replace the board and respect her privacy. That guilt left the moment she started taking off her running tights. I thought, a few seconds more, and then I would stop.
Her middle was softer than years ago, her ass a little wider, but she could still pull off a two-piece bathing suit if she wanted to and, with her attractive face to go with her body, would still turn heads.
I was surprised to see she shaved her pussy. My last spying when I was 18 revealed a hairy bush. But now, devoid of pubic hair, I was astonished at the length of her labia minora as it hung between her lips. I never saw that before and could feel my cock stiffening. I reminded myself this was my mother, but that did nothing to reduce my cock’s swelling.
Her ass was a masterpiece, with wide hips and a generous curve. It was firm, devoid of cellulite, and alabaster white, having never seen the sun. She bent over to pick something off the floor, and her asshole flared. It was clean and pink and looked right at me as if it could see me peering through the crack. I pulled back, making some noise.
“You in the attic, Eric?” she asked from the bathroom.
“Yeah, working on those windows,” I said, turning away to sound like I was actually working on the windows.
“Great, I’ll help after my shower,” she replied. I returned to the crack as she stepped into the shower and lathered up. Her hands caressed her breasts which were soft and flexed with her touch. My hand went to my cock and rubbed it slightly.
“What time can we expect Melinda to return?” she yelled over the shower.
“Not until late,” I replied. “She will have a dinner with the department chair, so I’ll bet it’s closer to nine.”
I could see her smile. “Too bad,” she replied.
Her next move startled me as she ran her fingers into her pussy and began to pleasure herself. She widened her stance and let her digits massage her clit.
“I guess it’s just you and me for dinner then,” she said as she fondled herself.
The shower was a tub with a hand-held showerhead. She detached the shower head, turned the dial, and made a strong, steady stream. Her next move was to place the shower head against her pussy and let the water batter her clit.
She massaged her left breast with her free hand, wetting her fingers and circling her nipples.
Whatever she used for mental stimulation was strong enough to give her a quick orgasm which caused her to buck back and even release a small dribble of pee.
I continued to massage my cock, wanting to pull it out and jack off as I did years ago, but I held off.
She washed the pee off her legs and then her pussy from front to back. Lastly, she bent forward, spread her ass wide, and pushed water into her pouting puckered hole, then squatted low and pushed the water back out, cleaning deep inside her anus. She did this several times until the water exiting her ass was clear. When she finished, I replaced the floorboard and went to work on the windows but remained distracted.
We worked hard for several hours. I asked her if she had been dating. Williamsport isn’t a big city, so the dating pool was sparse. She did mention a visit from her college boyfriend as he rode his bike across the state. He spent two nights. I didn’t want to ask for details. Nonetheless, she provided them.
“He was supposed to stay only a few hours, but after we fucked, he called his wife to say the bike was under repair and he was going to stay at a bed and breakfast for two days,”
“Okay, more information than I wanted, Mom,” I replied.
“That’s where I got the idea to turn this place into a Bed and Breakfast,” she said.
“I could have done without the getting fucked part,” I said.
“Not me. I needed to get laid, and I was long overdue,” she replied flatly,
My mom was never one to mince words.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t judge,” I said. “Have you seen anyone else?”
“I have my toys,” she replied, “I’m fine. Hey, let’s go down to the pond. I want to make sure the dock is secured.”
The house sat on six private acres, and our pond was a short walk from the house. It was the size of a football field, spring-fed, and the highlight of my youth.
“I don’t miss the humidity,” I mentioned as we walked to the pond. We secured the dock, and in minutes, I was sweating heavily.
“Let’s go for a swim to cool off,” she suggested.
“We should have brought our suits down with us,” I replied.
“No one can see us. We don’t need suits.” Mom said, “I never swim with a suit down here,” she added as she pulled off her T-shirt to reveal her bra.
“When you’re alone, that’s fine, but I think we need suits.”
She continued to disrobe, undoing her jeans, pulling them down, and revealing attractive thong underwear which accentuated her ass.
“Okay, underwear is fine, I guess,” I said and took off my shirt and shed my jeans, revealing my boxer briefs.
But mom didn’t stop at the underwear; she unhooked her bra, revealing her soft breasts, and pulled down her thong.
“Mom!” I roared.
“What? You’re ashamed of my body?” she said. “You watched me in the shower this morning; I figured you wanted a better look.”
“What? No! I didn’t…”
“Eric, I know you did. And I know you used to watch me,” she said with a smile.
“Well, we need to fix that crack,” I said, looking for a way to change the conversation.
She was standing before me, completely nude, then jumped into the water and began to swim.
“Get those shorts off and join me,” Mom said with a wink.
I felt her eyes on me as I took down my shorts, trying to hide my raging erection. She smiled as she spotted my firm cock.
To avoid being on display any longer, I jumped into the water, coming to the surface next to her.
“You knew I used to spy on you?” I asked.
“Every time I took a shower, I could hear you scurry up to the attic,” she replied. “I could hear you jerking off. I didn’t want to embarrass you, so I let it go.”
“Well, I’m embarrassed now,” I replied.
“Why? Because you find my body attractive? Do you have any idea how good that makes me feel? Any idea how good it made me feel back then when I was getting no attention from anyone?”
She swam away, causing her ass to lift slightly out of the water. I swam after her.
“Hey, knowing I was looking, you did a little more than shower today. What was that about?”
“Thrills,” she replied.
“For you or me?” I asked.
“Both, I assume. Did you enjoy it?” she asked. “Did you jerk off to it?”
“I would have, but you caught me off guard,” I finished.
“I guess that explains your hard-on,” she replied. “You want to finish now?” she asked.
“Here? In the pond?” I replied.
Mom swam up to me, getting her body next to mine so I could feel her breasts as she pressed against me. We moved to a shallow area where we could both stand.
I felt her hand reach down and grasp my cock. I froze momentarily as she manipulated it up and down under the water.
I started to speak, but she stopped me.
“Shh, baby, shh,” and with that, increased her stroke.
“Let me take that pressure off,” she whispered in my ear.
The feeling of standing neck-deep in the water as my mother stroked my cock was both exhilarating and completely taboo.
“This is wrong,” I stated, not attempting to stop her.
“If it feels good, it’s never wrong,” she replied.
I pulled her in closer so her tits were mashed against my chest. Our mouths were just inches apart as she masturbated me with her right hand. Slowly we moved our faces together, and I felt the wetness of her mouth on mine. We embraced in a kiss as her tongue probed my mouth.
Leave a Reply