Chapter 2484 - MY PROMISCUOUS MOM

CHAPTER 1)

I always thought my mom was such a prude. She acts conservative, dresses conservatively, doesn't use bad language, and scolds me and my sister for saying anything that she considers the slightest bit inappropriate. A prim, naive, churchgoing mom to the point of embarrassment. Or so I thought.

I started to consider the possibility that she had another side of her when I had some friends over after school. We were munching on snacks at the kitchen table, and I left Brian, Chad, and Ron there to finish up while I went down to the basement to try to get the Playstation hooked up. Just a couple of minutes later when I came up to look for an RCA cable, Mom was in the kitchen, having just come home from work. I went into the living room to look for the cable without being spotted by Mom or the guys. From there, just around the corner, I could hear their conversation. After Mom's standard greetings to the guys, and the guys' standard, "Hi, Mrs. Balin," Mom asked them, "Where's Brad?"

"He's downstairs hooking up the Playstation," Brian replied.

Mom continued chatting with them, asking how school was, if they needed any more snacks or drinks, etc. "I spilled some lunch on my clothes," she said. I better get these off and into the wash right away." I peeked into the kitchen. I could see the tall, brown-haired figure of my mom with her back to me. She was wearing a typically conservative work outfit; a sweater under a blazer, and some black slacks. Mom slowly dropped her blazer off of her shoulders, and hung in on the back of an empty kitchen chair. She slowly sauntered into the laundry room, which was connected to the kitchen. All of the guys' eyes followed Mom, so nobody noticed me looking in.

Mom very deliberately closed the laundry room door, but left it open a good foot or more. My three friends' heads were turned and peering through the door. Mom was only partially visible from my distant angle, but completely in view to my friends just six feet away from her. I could see her grab the hem of her sweater, and pull it off. She unzipped her slacks, and slowly pulled them down her long legs. Standing in a big black bra and pink cotton panties, she threw the dirty garments into the washer. My friends were silent as they watched Mom turn her back to us and take some clothes off of the hangers above the dryer. They were no doubt staring at her panty-clad butt while Mom took her time pulling up some denim slacks, bending at the waist. Then she turned toward the door and gave them a good frontal view as she finished pulling up her pants, and then threw a t-shirt over her bra.

The guys turned away as Mom opened the door and re-entered the kitchen. I ducked from view as I heard Mom simply say, "see you boys later," as she walked upstairs.

I could hear multiple muted groans and exhales from my friends. "She seems like Little Miss Priss all the time, and then when Brad's not around she does shit like that!" said Chad in a low tone.

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I was pissed and embarrassed. Fuming! How dumb was my mom? How could she humiliate me like that, letting my friends see her in her underwear? She never even lets ME see her in her underwear! How embarrassing, to have my friends looking at my mom like that, and talking about her like she was just some chick! I seethed the rest of the night. By the time the guys left, my sister Susan was home, and I couldn't yell at Mom. It wasn't until nearly bedtime, when Susan was downstairs watching TV and Mom went to her bedroom that I went up to confront her.

When I went upstairs, Mom's bedroom door was open. She was heading into her bathroom. She turned and looked at me just inside her bedroom, and said, "Yes, Brad?"

"Mom, all the guys were watching you change clothes in the laundry room!"

"What? Oh, no, I don't think they were."

"Yes they definitely were! You left the door wide open!"

"Oh, it wasn't WIDE open," retorted a smiling Mom, as she stood with her hands on her hips.

"Well, it was open enough! You could have closed it, or gone into the bathroom right there to change. It's hard to face them knowing you let them see you in your underwear!"

"Oh, it's no big deal, it's just underwear."

"You won't even let ME see you in your underwear," I blurted, without realizing what I said. "We'll see what Dad says about you doing that! I'm telling him!" I was so mad at her cavalier attitude and seeming lack of respect for my feelings that I was making idle threats.

"Please don't tell Dad, OK?" asked Mom.

Now she seemed to be taking me seriously. "You want me to keep secrets from Dad?"

There was a pause as she looked at me, her head bobbling slightly. "If I let you see me in my underwear, will you promise not to tell your Dad about the boys?"

"Huh?" She's suggesting she'll bribe me for my silence? Just then, I heard the garage door open. Mom heard it too. No doubt Dad was home.

"Do you promise not to tell Dad?" Mom asked slowly and calmly.

I could hear the downstairs door to the garage open, and the footsteps of Dad entering the kitchen. "Uh, Yeah," I answered, a little befuddled.

Mom crossed her arms, grabbed the hem of her shirt, and lifted it up over her head, and dropped it on the floor. She unzipped her jeans, and wiggled them down her hips. As she bent over to pull her pants off of her long legs, I stared down into the significant cleavage that was spilling out of her bra. I hadn't realized that Mom had such big tits. Well I guess I KNEW she did, but I hadn't REALIZED!

Mom stepped out of the pants, put her hands out and in the air, palms up, like a model, and posed for me in her bra and panties.

"See, no big deal," she calmly said. But she had a dirty smirk on her face like she knew it was. And it was for me, seeing a woman in only her bra and panties for the first time.

After a long moment of gawking at her with my mouth open, Dad's voice at the bottom of the stairs broke up the moment. Mom picked up her nightgown from the bed, and headed into her bathroom. I watched her ass cheeks rise and fall in her tight cotton panties as she walked away and closed the door.

I was in shock and trembling. I didn't realize I could get so aroused by looking at my own mom in her underwear. I stumbled down to my bedroom, climbed into bed, and for the first time jerked off envisioning my mom as my sex fantasy. God, my mom is such a slut!

CHAPTER 2)

I spent the next several days wearing loose jogging pants, and almost constantly playing with my dick, thinking of Mom in her bra and panties, smiling and posing. Having had an incestuous awakening, I started watching Mom closer. I realized what an attractive older woman she was. Though well into her 40s, she had a pretty face with full kissable lips, shoulder length brown hair, was very tall with long legs, really big tits (40D according to her bra!), and a respectable shape for a woman her age, if one forgives a few flaws.

Not only was I looking at her differently, I started watching her interactions with others more closely. I kept recalling what Chad said: "When Brad's not around she does shit like that!" I'd love to hear what "shit" she's done with my friends.

The following weekend, a number of Dad's relatives, along with our family, stayed at my aunt and uncle's house for no particular reason, although it was one of my younger cousin's birthday. Some people had to leave early on Saturday, so late that morning after breakfast, while most people were still in their pajamas, my aunt brought out cake and presents. We were about to start singing "Happy Birthday" when I got stuck taking out my dog. Outside, the dog walked around to the back kitchen window, and I could see all of my cousins and aunts and uncles crowded around the kitchen table to sing to my cousin. It was a cloudy morning, and all of the lights were on in the kitchen. Dad was in the middle of the pack with his back to me. Mom was standing in the very back, behind Dad, just to the right of Uncle Bill. Mom was wearing her typically frumpy sleepwear: a loose, sloppy, navy cotton jogging suit. Her bulky sweatshirt hid her voluptuous figure pretty well, and covered the top two-thirds of her ass. She was wearing a white t-shirt under it that hung below the sweatshirt.

Uncle Bill was my dad's brother. He was a year or two older than my dad, taller and in better shape than my dad, but he had less hair. Uncle Bill's shoulders were brushing against Mom's. Uncle Bill put his right arm around Mom, and rested his hand on her right hip. Everybody else was in front of them, watching my cousin opening presents, except for me peering through the window. Uncle Bill and Mom seemed to exchange subtle glances, then both looked forward. Uncle Bill lowered his hand down further, and rested his palm square on Mom's right butt cheek.

Mom did nothing to stop this brazen move. If anything, she may have moved a little closer to Uncle Bill. They both kept watching the gift opening. Bill's hand did more than rest there – his palm slowly circled Mom's half-globe, sliding a little under her sweatshirt, squeezing Mom's ass through her sweatpants.

I watched with growing anger at Mom and Uncle Bill for getting dirty like that, with my unknowing dad just a few feet away from them. I also realized that there was a tingling in my groin, as my cock began to stiffen.

Uncle Bill moved his palm between Mom's two cheeks, and ran his fingers right up her butt crack, before moving away from her. With no acknowledgement from either, they went about their way as the party around the table broke up.

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All of my nuclear family's clothes were in one bedroom upstairs. By the time I'd gotten inside with the dog, Mom was in the bedroom getting ready to change, with the door still ajar. I barged into the bedroom and closed the door behind me. "Mom, I saw you and Uncle Bill through the window. You were letting him GROPE you!"

"Whhaa, what?" Mom stammered. She was speechless for a moment. "Oh, that was nothing. He just patted me on the rear. We're family."

"He more than patted. A lot more!" I said.

"Honey," Mom said, "Don't make a big deal about it. And don't tell anyone what you saw."

"If it's not a big deal, then you won't mind me telling Dad and Aunt Jane what I saw," I said, and began to walk towards the door.

Mom moved between the door and me. "Brad, wait! PLEASE don't go out there and say anything to anybody."

The look in her eyes told me she was pretty desperate for me to cover for her. "Why shouldn't I?" I asked her, standing right in front of her near the door.

"What would you like from me?" She asked.

Was mom offering a bribe? She was in a tight spot. But what was I going to do? Demand money from my mom? What I really wanted at the moment was right in front of me. "Since it's 'not a big deal', I'd like what Uncle Bill got."

Mom looked at me with her "angry mom" look, and I thought I'd gone too far. But then her face softened. "THAT'S what you want to be quiet?"

I'm about as tall as Mom. Alone in the bedroom, with the din of the relatives wafting up the stairs the only noise, I saw mom take a deep breath. She moved her hands out and grabbed my wrists. She pulled them toward her and around her. She placed both of my palms squarely on her butt.

I was so close I was nearly hugging her now. Mom now had that dirty smirk that she wore when she stood in front of me in her underwear. I curled my fingers around her two butt cheeks. I did what Uncle Bill did, circling my palm over her cheeks, except that I had both cheeks in my hands. I felt Mom clench her butt cheeks tightly, and loosen them again, and I squeezed her soft flesh hard, letting it ooze between my fingers. My hands were over her sweatpants, under her sweatshirt.

Mom reached around me, and placed her palms on my ass! It took me by surprise, but then I relaxed as she squeezed my ass the way I was squeezing hers. Mom's back was leaning against the door, but her hips were thrust forward. She spread her legs slightly, and pulled me close enough to her that my crotch was touching hers. Almost as good as the ass-groping was having my hard cock pressing against what I could tell was Mom's pussy mound. She slowly rubbed her pussy up and down on my dick.

I've hugged my mom all my life, so I was used to being close to her. But this time my eyes were looking right into hers, inches away. Our lips were practically touching, and for a moment I considered kissing her, but I was chicken to try.

The deal was that I got to do what I'd seen Uncle Bill do, but I tried one thing he didn't. After having my way with mom's ass for a half-minute, jiggling and lifting Mom's fleshy butt cheeks, and since she seemed to be enjoying groping my ass, I tried subtly hooking my left thumb into the elastic of her jogging pants, and pulling down a little. But I only got a few inches when Mom broke her grip of me and took hold of my forearms. "That's enough," she said. She placed my hands to my sides, and the spell was broken, and she became Mom again. "I have to get dressed now," she said, opened the door behind her, and moved aside to let me out. I took my queue and left the room. But with one look back, I saw mom give me a little smirk. God, she's a slut!

CHAPTER 3) The next day – the very next fucking day, Sunday at Uncle Bill's house, everybody was getting ready to go home. I have a first cousin named Jimmy that's my age. At these family gatherings I usually spend most of my time hanging with him. His family was leaving shortly before ours. As his family was loading their van, and my family was packing our gear and making one last check around the house for forgotten items, I was upstairs in the darkened bedroom we had used, when I heard Mom walk up the stairs and call for Jimmy. She found him in another bedroom kitty-corner to the one I was in. Up until recently I wouldn't have thought anything about it. But rather than drawing attention to myself, I peeked across the hall into the other bedroom.

"Jimmy, you weren't going to leave without giving me a hug, were you?" Mom said.

Jimmy's shorter and skinnier than me, and a quiet kid. "Uh, no," he stammered, looking up at Mom. Mom was wearing a heavy knit sweater. It wasn't all that flattering, except that it made her tits look big and round.

"Give your aunt a hug, then," Mom said. She wrapped her arms around Jimmy. She hugged him close for a minute.

Hugs aren't uncommon among my family members, although sometimes aunts and uncles have to beg for them from the little ones. Sometimes some aunts will give one of us a peck on the cheek. But I saw Mom do something I never saw before. She planted her lips right on Jimmy's and kissed him. Long. Tenderly.

Mom held onto her nephew as she made out with him, moving her lips, jaws, and neck. She put one hand behind his head, and held it in place while she twisted hers. Her mouth was open and I could hear the smacking sounds as she sucked his lips. I watched her big tits pressed against Jimmy's chest. Jimmy appeared reluctant for a second, then wrapped his arms lightly around Mom, and went with it.

Finally, Jimmy came up for air. He had a big smile on his face. He took a deep breath.

"Come and visit me sometime," Mom said quietly. Not "us," but "me." Jimmy just shook his head up and down as Mom left the room.

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The entire drive home, from my seat in the back of our van, I stared at Mom's lips, wondering what it would be like to kiss them. Damn Jimmy for obviously enjoying kissing my mom, his aunt. Damn Mom for acting like a slut. Damn, I was jealous.

We got home Sunday night. My sister was in her room, doing homework. Dad was lying on the couch in the family room. He had a ballgame on the TV, but his glasses were off, his eyes were closed, and he was snoring. Mom was just around the corner, in the kitchen, putting clean dishes away. She was wearing the same black denim slacks and knit sweater that she wore a few hours earlier while making out with my cousin. I approached her quietly so as not to wake dad.

"Mom, Mom!" I quietly scolded.

"What?" She asked, turning around to face me.

"My cousin! Your own nephew!"

"Uh what?"

"I saw you with Jimmy."

"Oh. Uh, when? What did you see?"

"I saw you kissing him."

"Oh, that. In the bedroom."

"Yea."

"So I kissed him goodbye. I can't kiss my own nephew?"

"You know that wasn't just a kiss. You were making out with him."

"Shh. Not so loud," Mom scolded, nodding to my sleeping dad. I couldn't see his face around the corner, but I could see his feet still up on the couch, and I could hear him snoring.

"Do you want me to go wake him up and tell him what we're talking about?" I said, pulling the "I'm telling Dad" card.

"No, no. What do you want me to do?"

"I want what Jimmy got."

Mom knew what I meant. Her expression changed from "bothered," to "mischievous." "You know that's just wrong."

I stood silently across from Mom for a moment. She leaned back against the kitchen counter and folded her arms. Her eyes darted over to Dad's feet and my eyes. She sighed. "Where's your sister?"

"She's doing homework in her room."

Mom couldn't suppress her dirty little smirk. She unfolded her arms, and put them around me. I put my arms around her back. She pulled me closer to her, turned her head sideways just a little, tilted her chin up, and pressed her lips against mine. Mom made out with me.

With the sound of the TV and Dad's snoring just barely around the corner, Mom and I were entwined and kissing. Her soft lips were gently pressing mine, her mouth was opened wide, and her tongue slithered into my mouth and found my tongue. I wasn't expecting that, and after momentarily not knowing what to do, I stuck my tongue out. Mom's tongue twirled around mine, and I tried to mimic it with my tongue. I had no experience at it, and I got too slobbery and drooly.

With wetness dribbling down our chins, Mom breathed hard. I could hear our lips smacking. I felt her big tits pressing into my chest.

Just for good measure, I moved my hands down over her denim slacks and squeezed her ass cheeks. She inhaled audibly, pulled me closer, and continued her tongue whipping.

Dad made a snorting noise in the next room, and we quickly broke off and released each other. I looked at Dad, then back to Mom. In the fluorescent kitchen lighting, I saw her saliva-covered mouth and chin. She wiped her mouth on her sleeve.

Dad continued to sleep, but Mom returned to putting away dishes. She took one last look back at me, smiling. I returned the smile, then went down to my bedroom to get ready for bed, and to jack off.

CHAPTER 4)

My car was in the shop with a bad belt. Rather than walking home from school, I took Mom's van, and I had to go pick her up from work after school. Mom works part-time, three days a week. I got to her office about 3:30 PM, and she retrieved me from the reception area. She told me she'd be another hour or so, and said she'd set me up in the empty cubicle next to her to do my homework while I waited.

The woman that met me in the reception area did not look like my mom. That morning when I took Mom to work, she was wearing a loose button blouse with the tails out, covering her light blue dress slacks in back. She usually wore frumpy outfits like that to work; a loose un-tucked blouse, a buttoned blazer, or a fleece sweater that zipped up. Always loose tops that covered her ass. Now at work, she had taken off the blouse, and for the first time I saw what she had on under it. Her red sweater was thin and tight and clung to her like a second skin, showing every detail of her bra through it. It scooped way down in front, and some of her ample cleavage was popping out the front. As she walked toward me, I could see her heavy tits sway a little. As she led me down the hall to her desk, I stared at her ass. Her slacks were also skin-tight, clinging to her ass, showing her panty lines, which were smaller than any of the panties I'd seen her wear around me. I'm not sure her ass was small enough to be wearing tight stuff like that, but it sure was sexy watching her cheeks rise and fall. Damn, she dresses so conservatively around my family and me, but at the office she dresses like a slut!I sat myself down in the next cube, and heard Mom clicking on her keyboard and occasionally getting up and filing stuff. A couple of times someone, always men it seemed, came down the aisle and dropped something off on her desk. "Hi, Linda," one middle-aged guy said,

"Hi", Mom cheerfully answered back.

"If I'd known you were wearing the read top today, I would've dropped by earlier!" The guy was crudely flirting with my mom!

I waited for her to chew the guy out for being a jerk. But instead, she just said, "Oh, I wore it just for you."

"You look good enough to eat," he quipped. Mom just moaned, and the guy moved on.

Minutes later, some middle-aged man stopped in and said, "I need you to make corrections to this."

In no mood for homework, I looked around for a way to peek at Mom in the next cube. I figured out that there was a small gap between two partitions, and if I put my eye right up to it, I could see Mom standing up next to the middle-aged guy. He had his left arm around her as he explained what he wanted changed to the report in his right hand. His hand slid down her back, below her waist, and rested on her left butt cheek. Mom was letting some jerk at work grope her ass! When he finished explaining his changes, he patted her butt twice, kissed her on the cheek, and casually walked away. Mom sat down and continued typing like nothing happened.

A younger guy in his mid-twenties stopped in and sat himself down on Mom's desktop. He didn't have any work; he just wanted to flirt. "Have I told you today you look particularly alluring?"

"Actually, yes," Mom replied.

"This is one of my favorite tops of yours," he said.

ONE of? She wears other tops that sleazy?

The young guy reached down and ran his right index finger down along the edge of her scooping top, and circled it over her exposed cleavage. Mom's tits were pushed together; there was no gap between her big hooters. He slid the digit into the crevice of her cleavage, and poked it in and out, like he was finger-fucking her cleavage. Mom just kept typing, until the man had had his fun, and then left.

Moments later, an old guy came out of the office opposite Mom's cube. Mom actually hadn't worked here real long, so I didn't recognize him as Tom, her boss, although I'd heard her mention his name a few times.

"Let me read what you've written so far," he ordered. Tom stood directly behind Mom as she typed, and put his hands on her shoulders while reading whatever was on Mom's computer screen.

"Yea, that looks good," he said, still reading. I could see his eyes leave the monitor, and his head look down at Mom's tits. "I've been so busy with meetings today that I haven't had any time for these." He slid both of his palms down Mom's chest, and over her tight sweater and bra. I could see his fingers curl around Mom's tits, and get a good squeeze of them. His fingers continued to wiggle, and his palms slowly circled over the jugs as Mom arched her back and purred.

Leaning forward in the next cube, with my eye up to the tiny gap, I watched my mom's boss feel her tits, while I sat with a throbbing hard-on. Mom didn't act like this was anything unusual. She just kept her hands on the keyboard, (although she wasn't typing), with a little smile on her face, as her breasts were kneaded over her sweater. Mom was sitting sideways from me, and it appeared that Tom's right hand was disappearing into Mom's sweater. Certainly the red fabric puffed out. I suspected that it was inside her bra, feeling her bare tit. I was having trouble controlling my breathing, trying not to make noise.

"Why don't you come into my office for a few minutes?" requested Tom.

"My son is here to drive me home," said Mom, motioning her head to my cubicle. I backed away, and heard Tom head back alone into his office.

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On the drive home, Mom had her blouse on again to conceal her slutty outfit. She was behind the wheel of the minivan. "Did you get your homework done?" She asked.

I didn't waste time. "Mom, you let your boss grope you!" I said.

Mom took a quick glance my way, then back onto the road. She paused to consider her reply. "Brad, those kind of things happen at work. People get bored, and do a little flirting. It's harmless. It helps me keep my job. I'll bet that sort of thing happens at your dad's office, too."

"Mom, that wasn't a little flirting. You let a guy fondle your boobs!"

"So he felt me up a little. It isn't really CHEATING."

I pulled out the "dad" card. "Do you think Dad would see it the same way if I told him?"

Mom took a deep breath. "No, PLEASE don't tell your dad."

"Why shouldn't I?" We'd already established a pattern. Whatever I saw someone do to Mom, I got to do to her, to insure my silence. But a little peek at underwear, or a squeeze of a butt, or a little kiss, wasn't like letting your son fondle your tits. I didn't say anything. Mom looked over at me, and saw me staring at her chest.

"No, THAT wouldn't be right," she said, and we both knew what "THAT" was. She continued driving, looking straight ahead, while I considered what to say next.

Finally, I retorted, "Maybe I'll let Dad decide what's right."

Mom was in deep thought as she continued driving home. Suddenly, she took a right turn off the main road, and onto a wooded lane. She pulled the van to the side, and put it in park. Without a word, she unfastened her seat belt, unbuttoned her blouse, threw it open, and turned to face me.

In the dim evening light I could see her red sweater. I couldn't believe she was going to let me do this. I reached over with my right hand. I placed it over her chest, and moved it down over her left tit. I took a squeeze.

I was surprised at how flimsy her bra was. It was just a thin piece of fabric, no padding, and I could easily squeeze her melon. With no objection from my silent mom, I put my left hand on her right tit, and quickly, too eagerly really, squeezed and kneaded both of Mom's big tits. I could feel a pair of hard nipples protruding through her sweater. Mom involuntarily took a deep breath and sighed, as if she were enjoying it, although she said nothing. But the corners of her mouth were quivering, as she valiantly tried to suppress a smile.

Mom arched her back and whimpered, her eyelids lowering, smiling. I lifted the heavy monsters, squeezed, and jiggled them.

I slid my right hand inside of the scooping top, and tried to move it into her bra cup. But Mom said, "No, that's far enough," and grabbed my wrist.

"But Tom did."

"No, he didn't."

"Yes, he did," I insisted.

"Well, you don't get to," she said. She smiled as she said it, but then took my hands off her tits, quickly buttoned up her blazer, buckled her seat belt, and put the car into gear. Eventually Mom started asking me how school went today, but it was a forced conversation. All I could think about was the vision of Mom's boss squeezing her tits, and the wonderful feeling of having my own hands all over them. "Shit," I thought to myself, "My mom is such a slut!"CHAPTER 5)

I caught the flu, probably from my younger cousins. I got to stay home from school on Tuesday. Mom works part time, but she was off this day. I was lying in my bed in the morning when Mom came to check on me. I heard her coming down the stairs, and saw her standing in the doorway in her baggy sweatshirt and sweatpants that she sleeps in. She asked me how I was doing, and I mumbled "ok."

"You're just going to sleep down here all morning, right?"

"Yeah," I mumbled.

"Fine," she said. "I've got a plumber coming over this morning, so I'll just be upstairs waiting for him.

I jerked off having a fantasy about Mom coming down and making out with me and stuff, but I knew she wouldn't. But I also thought about Mom being alone with a plumber. I wondered if she'd flirt with him or anything. A little while later, I heard truck doors, and the doorbell ring. Mom had closed my bedroom door as well as the basement door. I crept upstairs, opened the basement door, and peered around the corner to the front door. Mom was holding open the front door for two men carrying toolboxes. She was standing behind the door so the neighbors couldn't see her. She wasn't wearing her baggy sweat suit any more. She was wearing a tiny negligee. It was not what she slept in last night. I'd seen her in it once on a hot summer night. It was white cotton, and very short. So short it barely covered her crotch. Mom's bare thighs were exposed to the plumbers. It also scooped down in front. As Mom turned, I could see by the large armholes that she wasn't wearing a bra under it. Her big tits bobbled as she turned, and I got a glimpse of dark nipples sticking through it.

I ducked back down the stairs a little, but left the door cracked, as Mom led the plumbers into the kitchen, which is where the basement stairs opened up to. "The leak is under the sink," Mom said. She opened up the cabinet doors under the sink. She then bent over and started removing supplies from the cabinet. Her bottom half was hidden from my view by the kitchen island. But I could see enough to know that her nightgown was riding up to expose most of her panties.

As she continued to remove things and put them on the counter, then repeat her mooning, I could see both plumbers' jaws drop as they stared at Mom's ass.

Then she turned just enough so that I got a side view of her bottom. She wasn't wearing panties! She was showing these guys her whole bare ass!

After clearing the cabinet, Mom bent way over one more time to show the men where the leak was. Then she said, "OK, I'll be right over here doing laundry."

With a smile on her face, Mom sauntered over the few feet to the laundry room. While the two plumbers opened their toolboxes and looked at the leak, Mom continued her show by continually leaning over the washer and dryer, and moving laundry around. From my vantage point I could see very little of her nakedness, just quick glimpses. But clearly she was not only showing her bare ass, but she was also flashing plenty of cleavage as she bent over facing the men.

The older man, maybe my dad's age or older, sent the other one, a young kid, out to the truck to retrieve something. While he was gone, Mom entered the kitchen and said, "So you brought a partner today. I didn't know you had one."

"Yeah," he said. "I need him on the next job." I got the feeling that Mom was expecting the older plumber to be alone.

Mom returned to the laundry room when the younger man returned. After a little more showing and sauntering, she took a load of laundry upstairs.

"Shit," said the younger plumber. "What a fucking show!"

"Yep," said the older one. "A horny housewife."

"Do you run into a lot of those?"

"Used to when I was younger," said the older plumber.

"Thinks she'd have fucked one of us if we were here alone?"

"Probably. Sometimes they just want to get attention, but a lot of them will fuck."

They left shortly after that. "Shit," I heard Mom mumble after she closed the door behind them. Mom never swears.

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Mom went upstairs. I wanted to catch her quickly – partly because I wanted to confront her, and partly because I wanted to see her up close, maybe get a good look at her naked ass, before she put on some clothes, which I suspected she'd do quickly.

Mom heard me walking up the stairs and met me at the landing.

"Something the matter, honey?" she asked.

"Yeah, something's the matter! My mom's exposing herself to plumbers!"

Mom glanced down at herself in her short nightie. A pair of dark fat nipples were protruding through the white fabric. "What, this? They came earlier than I expected, and I had to let them in. You get charged if you miss them, then you have to reschedule. I'm covered."

"You weren't covered when you bent over. Your whole butt was exposed to them!"

"You saw my bare bottom?"

"From a distance. And I know they did. I heard them talking about it."

"Well, I didn't do it on purpose. So they got a glimpse of my tush. I'll try to be more careful next time. Let's keep this between you and me."

"Maybe I'll tell Dad, unless you want to deal."

Mom sighed. "What's your deal?"

"I want to see your butt."

"Oh, Brad, that is SO wrong! What kind of a mother would I be? No. No!"

I didn't move. We just had a staring contest for about twenty seconds. Mom's jaw was clenched.

She turned her back to me, towards her bedroom. I thought she was going to call my bluff. But then she crossed her arms in front of her, grabbed the bottom hem of her nightgown, and pulled it up. She lifted it up over her shoulders, exposing her bare backside to me, and then all the way off over her head. Keeping her back to me, she held the nightgown over her chest, and walked slowly and deliberately down the hall toward her bedroom.

My tongue hung out at the sight of Mom's naked white ass. With each slow step, her butt cheeks alternately rose and fell, wobbling like Jell-O.

Mom stepped inside her bedroom. I could see her bra and panties in a pile on the floor just inside the door. Mom bent over from the waist, her knees slightly bent but nearly locked, to pick up the garments. Her big white ass stuck out at me. I could see a glimpse of brown pussy hair between her legs.

Mom turned around, still holding her nightgown over her front, barely covering her tits and pussy. She began to close the door. But before she did, she glanced down the hall at me, and gave me her dirty little smile. My mom, the slut!

CHAPTER 6)

I was in a real easy Chemistry class at school, and my parents wanted me to move up to an advanced Chemistry class. This wasn't something that the school liked to do in mid-year. They finally got the counselor to agree to the class change if I could get Mr. Pindik, the Chemistry teacher, to agree. I asked him, and he said no. No big deal to me, I wasn't crazy about taking a harder class anyway, but my mom was pissed. She decided to talk to the teacher. She set up a conference with him and me after school. She got off work early and met me at school. We met by the front doors and I showed her to Mr. Pindik's second floor classroom. He was sitting at his desk in the corner, facing the door. The thin, bespectacled, middle-aged teacher with the receding hairline got up to greet us, and then told us to sit down at two student desks in front of his desk.

Mom took off her coat before sitting down. Mom was wearing her work clothes; a long skirt with buttons up the front, and a blazer over a black sweater. But now, the skirt buttons were undone to mid-thigh. They were completely buttoned this morning when she left the house. Mom removed her blazer and threw it on a desk along with her coat. I saw that her sweater was very, very tight, making her big heavy tits stand out like some old pinup picture. Not only that, but it was loosely knit, which means there were little holes that you could see through. I could make out the details of Mom's silky black bra through it. By the way that Mr. Pindik was staring at Mom's tits, I think he could, too.

Mom leaned back and crossed her legs, causing her unbuttoned skirt to fall open almost to her hips. She wasn't wearing hose. But I knew she was wearing panties, because I caught a glimpse of her pink panties sticking out the back of her skirt before she leaned back.

Mom was friendly and made a good case for my moving up to the advanced Chemistry class. I don't know how much of it Mr. Pindik comprehended, since his eyes were moving back and forth from Mom's big tits under her mesh sweater, to her long bare thighs.

When it was Mr. Pindik's turn to speak, he gave some lame excuse for not wanting me to move up because of seating arrangements and lab partners. I thought he just sounded lazy and uncaring. I think Mom did, too.

Mom looked and sounded a slight bit irritated, but didn't get mad or appear angry. She continued with an even tone. She also uncrossed her legs and kept her knees a good foot apart. I could almost see Mom's panties from my vantage point, so I'm sure that Mr. Pindik could. He sure was staring up her skirt.

We reached a stalemate, with Mom insisting that I should move up, and Mr. Pindik insisting that he wouldn't move me up.

"Brad," Mom said to me, "You can leave. I want to talk privately with Mr. Pindik for a moment." Since we had driven separately, I was free to go. I got up, and started to walk out of the room. "Close the door behind you, please," Mom said. Mr. Pindik just kept staring at Mom's tits and legs and crotch.

I didn't know what Mom wanted to say to him. Mr. Pindik's door had windows, which were mostly blocked off with posters and stuff, but there was an opening where I could look in. The second floor hallway was empty, except for some janitor at the other end going into the bathroom.

Mr. Pindik's desk was facing the door, so I could see his face, and Mom's back. I heard Mom talking, but I couldn't make out what it was. She mostly seemed to be asking him questions. Her legs appeared to be opened wider.

Then I saw Mom cross her arms, and lift her sweater up! She pulled it up past her tits, almost to her armpits. She was doing a classic tit flash, like on the "Girls Gone Wild" New Orleans videos! She still had her back to me, but I could detect some of her tits hanging to the sides enough to know that she had also pulled up her bra to expose her naked tits to my teacher. Holy shit!

Mr. Pindik just stared, wide-eyed behind his spectacles, his jaw practically touching his chin.

Mom held her sweater up for a few seconds. Then she started moving her body back and forth, and I could tell from behind that she was shaking her tits at him. She reached down with both hands, lifted her tits, and jiggled them. Damn, I'd love to be sitting where Mr. Pindik was!

Mom pulled her sweater down. She stood up, and put on her blazer and coat. I hurried down the hall, to my car. I was pulling out of the lot when Mom came out the doors. I drove by her van as she was climbing in. She simply said, "You're in the advanced class."

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I arrived home before Mom, who stopped at a fast-food place for dinner. When she arrived she immediately changed clothes, as is her custom. But I did notice when she came in the door that her skirt was buttoned all the way to the bottom.

The family ate at the kitchen table. I related how the lazy Mr. Pindik didn't want to move me to the advanced class. Dad asked Mom how she convinced him to move me. Mom said, "I just convinced him that he'd be glad he did."

Mom was now dressed casually in black denim slacks and a simple black turtleneck sweater, with her black bra underneath. In my head I was composing the words I would use to confront her about showing my science teacher her tits. I was 50/50 on whether or not she would show them to me to bribe me into silence. But my cock was hard envisioning it.

After dinner, my sister disappeared downstairs to watch TV in the basement, while Dad found a ballgame on the family room TV. Eventually I managed to trap Mom in the hallway, out of earshot of Dad.

"I saw how you 'persuaded' Mr. Pindik," I said.

"What did you see?" She asked me, cautiously.

"I saw you flash your boobs. I was watching through the door."

Mom stared at me with a nervous look for a moment. "I just used my feminine wiles. I did it for you," was her only defense.

"Would Dad approve, or does he still think you save all your 'feminine wiles' for him?" I asked. She knew what I was getting to. She looked down at her tits, and looked at me looking at her tits.

"Not on your life, young, man," she said. She looked like she meant it, too. "No way. I'm not, uh, exposing my breasts to my own son for your own gratification!"

She looked away, but didn't walk away. I decided to let it drop for now. I walked into the family room, where Dad had the ballgame on and was reading the paper. He was sitting on the couch, and I sat in the recliner about ten feet away from him.

Mom either had a change of heart, or got nervous that I would tell Dad what I saw. All I know is that I saw Mom standing in the middle of the kitchen, in sight of me, but out of sight from Dad. She seemed to be waiting to get my attention.

Once Mom saw that I was looking at her, she crossed her arms, grabbed her black sweater, and lifted it. I saw her bare midriff, and her black bra exposed. She pulled the sweater up over her head, and dropped in on the floor.

I looked over at Dad. He was still reading his paper, rattling the pages. The TV was blasting out the ballgame. Dad couldn't see Mom. Mom was close enough to the hallway that she probably could have ducked up the stairs if Dad got up or if she heard my sister coming up the basement stairs.

Mom looked right at me with a smile. I tried to stay deadpanned, so Dad wouldn't suspect. Mom dropped her bra straps off her shoulders. She reached behind her with both hands, and I saw her bra become loose as she unclasped it.

Mom had her big, slutty grin on her face as she looked at me and dropped the bra off her tits and held it in her hand. Her tits fell out of the bra and hung free.

I'm glad Dad didn't look over at me, because I couldn't stop staring wide-eyed at my topless Mom. Her tits looked even bigger than I had imagined. They were very pale, but her areolas were much larger and darker than I had anticipated. Her tits sloped down a little, but her hard nipples were pointing straight out.

Mom stood in a similar pose as when she showed me her bra and panties earlier, like a model with one hand in the air, and the other hand on her hip. Then she shook her shoulders back and forth like she had for Mr. Pindik, which made her big hooters bobble and jiggle all over. It was the greatest sight I'd ever seen.

Mom cupped both of her tits in her palms, and lifted them up. She squeezed and jiggled them rapidly, and played with her long fat hard nipples. She leaned over and put her hands on her knees. Her tits hung down, and again she shook them, while looking up at me with a grin.

A few more jiggles and poses, and it was over. She quickly picked up her sweater, and raced upstairs. Dad never looked up from his paper. I was hard and in shock. Mom was such a slut!

CHAPTER 7)

I play hockey on a traveling team. It's not a school activity, so there are no buses, just cars. Sometimes we will travel with another player and his family, but sometimes it's just Mom or Dad driving me. Since Dad works a lot of hours, it's often Mom who takes me to the games. One weeknight we were returning from an out-of-town game. Mom was driving the van. I had taken a hard fall on the ice, and had a sore neck and a headache. I was lying down in the back seat, with my head on the passenger side. We were on some empty county road, when I heard Mom mutter, "Dammit!" Like I said, Mom rarely uses bad language.

I could see the reflections of red police lights, and Mom pulled over to the side of the road. As she looked for her purse, I glanced back and saw a police car parked behind us. "What happened?" I asked.

"Nothing, go back to sleep," Mom said.

A cop approached Mom's window, and she lowered it. I pretended to be asleep.

"I clocked you going sixty-five in a fifty-five zone," he said. He asked for Mom's license. She turned on the driver-side map light, dug through her purse, and gave him her license. He returned to his squad car to check on the license.

Mom had her coat off. She was wearing a white blouse. Earlier I noticed it was buttoned up pretty high, because I couldn't look down into it. As I lay back I pretended to be asleep in the dark, but I could still see Mom, especially with the squad car's spotlight on us. Mom glanced back at me. Then she unbuttoned the top several buttons of her blouse. I couldn't see her bra from my angle, but I could tell her shirt was open and pulled aside a little.

The cop returned to the open window and gave Mom her license back. I couldn't see the details of his face very well, but there was a pause. I was guessing that he noticed that Mom had opened her blouse. He reached down and grabbed a flashlight. He turned it on, and shined it on Mom's chest.

"Do you like them?" Asked Mom. "If you let me off with a warning I'll show them to you."

Until recently I would have thought that I heard wrong. But Mom was offering to show her tits to the cop to get out of a ticket. I knew she meant it, too.

"Uh, uh," grunted the officer. "You gotta let me feel 'em."

"OK," Mom simply said. From my side back angle, I could see her pull her blouse open wide, probably exposing both bra cups, but still tucked into her pants. She appeared to reach into her right bra cup, and pull her tit out. She did the same to the left one, leaving them hanging exposed over her white bra. She looked up at the cop.

The cop reached in with his left hand, and placed it on her right tit. Mom jumped a little. "Cold," she said. But then she sat back and let the cop grope her bare tit. I couldn't see much in the dark from my angle and with only the map light on, but the cop eventually got both hands inside the car, and were roaming freely all over Mom's chest.

"Mmmmm," Mom moaned. She turned to her left in her seat, facing the window, so the cop had a better angle.

"Big puppies," the cop mumbled, as he played with my mom's tits.

I saw the cop look to his left as a car was approaching far down the road. He withdrew his hands from our van. He said, "Drive carefully," to Mom, and returned to his squad car.

Mom placed each of her tits back into their cups, buttoned up her shirt, put on her seat belt, and pulled out onto the road. I really wasn't feeling well, but I did mumble, "Feminine wiles?"

Mom paused for a long time. "It saved us a lot of money and headaches. Not a big deal."

"Dad might think it's a big deal," I said. Mom didn't reply, and I really didn't feel well enough to continue the conversation. I decided to confront her again later, and tried to sleep the rest of the way home.

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It was very late when we got home. Mom and Dad helped me get settled in a finished room we have in the basement next to my bedroom, that has a couch and a TV. I was given aspirin and an icepack for my neck. Wearing the boxers I sleep in, they put a blanket over me. I felt better sitting up than lying down. The aspirin helped the headache quite a bit, and the neck was sore but bearable. I was watching the TV, but I was mostly thinking about Mom again, and playing with my dick under the blanket.

An hour or so later, I heard someone coming down the stairs. Mom stood in front of me. She was wearing a long flannel nightgown, another sexless garment that she sometimes wears to bed in the winter. "Feeling any better?""Yea, quite a bit better," I said.

"We need to come to an agreement on what you saw on the drive home."

"You know what I want. The same thing he got."

Mom sighed. "I figured you'd say that." She grabbed her long nightgown, pulled up on it, and yanked it all the way over her head. She stood before me topless, wearing only pink cotton panties. I gawked and said nothing. "Your father and sister are asleep."

There is a cheap CD blaster in the room, next to the TV. Mom switched off the TV, powered on the CD player, and pressed "play". There just happened to be one of my sister's pop CDs in there, and the first song came on quietly.

"You get one song," said Mom. Then she stood in front of where I sat on the couch, threw my blanket off, straddled her legs around mine, and sat down on my lap, with her bare legs wrapped around me. Her upper torso started dancing to the music. I got it, a lap dance! Fanfuckingtastik!

I had seen her tits the one time, but this was a super close-up view. They were right in my face, inches away. I put my hands on Mom's hips as she danced and wiggled and shook her tits in my face. Her big mounds were so white and smooth. Her areolas were so wide and dark. Her nipples were so long and fat! I slid my hands up Mom's sides and grabbed both tits. Mom arched her back more, smiling. She'd just bathed. She smelled fresh, and her breath was fresh.

I was gentle at first, gliding my palms over the smooth flesh, squeezing just a little bit.

"You don't have to be gentle, you won't hurt them," Mom said. So I squeezed them harder, lifting them, jiggling them. I couldn't believe how soft and pliable they were, and all the different ways they could be molded.

While I was playing with her tits, Mom had her bare thighs wrapped around my bare thighs. I could feel her panty-clad crotch rubbing against my boxer-covered hard-on. She was dry-humping me. Mom leaned over and French-kissed me.

Mom's nipples were hard, and I yanked and tugged on them. "Mmmmm, yeah!" said Mom, seeming to enjoy the harder play.

Then Mom pressed her tits up and forward, seeming to try to push them right in my face. I could see every little bump of her areolas. She actually pressed them into my lips. So I opened my mouth and suctioned it onto her right tit, just above the nipple. I kissed and licked all around her tit, finally landing over her nipple. I sucked on it like it was a pacifier. I licked her nipple while sucking on it, flitting on the tip, and licking circles around it.

"Ohhhh, MMMMHHHH!" Mom moaned in my ear. She rubbed her crotch rapidly on my dick, not paying any attention to the tempo of the music, as I alternated sucking on both of her tits. I took a moment to slide one hand along the outside of her bare thigh, up to her hip. I snuck my fingers inside the elastic at the sides, and caught a handful of her bare butt.

The song ended. Mom stood up, and turned off the music. Her panties were sticking to her crotch, and sucked up into her pussy lips, and appeared quite wet. Mom fanned her face with her open hand.

"One more song!' I begged.

"No, we can't get too out of hand," she said. She put her nightgown back on. "Can I get you anything else?"

"A box of Kleenexes," I quipped. She smiled and headed back upstairs. But I wasn't joking about the Kleenex. One more song and I would have cum right in my shorts. Now I had to finish myself off, and there was no Kleenex in sight. What the hell. Mom does the laundry. With a couple of strokes I creamed all over my boxers. Damn, Mom is such a dirty slut!

CHAPTER 8)

After school and work, Mom and I had dental checkup appointments at virtually the same time. I was just getting a checkup, but Mom was getting a loose filling replaced. As we waited in the waiting room, I noticed that Mom had worn a moderately tight sweater and a long skirt that went below her knees, with beige hose under them. Nothing particularly sexy; maybe even a little frumpy. I was called into the office by the hygienist, and got my teeth cleaned. When I was done, I was about to head back to the waiting room, when I thought I heard Mom's familiar moan. I was drawn down the hall, and looked into the first room. Mom was on her back in the dentist's chair. Hunched over her on her right was our dentist, Dr. Prober. He was wearing a gauze mask, and wore light blue scrub pants with a loose short-sleeved scrub shirt.

Mom's left hand was on her stomach. But her right hand was on Dr. Prober's crotch! Dr. Prober was sitting on his stool with he legs spread wide. I watched from the hall as Mom's hand squeezed his cock through his loose pants. She palmed his bulge, wiggling her fingers over it.

Dr. Prober was working on Mom's teeth, but I could see that his bare forearm was rhythmically brushing over Mom's right tit. A couple of times as he put down tools, he subtly slid his hands right over one tit or the other, over her sweater.

Mom's long legs were spread wide on the chair, and her left knee was up in the air. Her long skirt was mostly bunched up near her crotch. She wasn't wearing pantyhose, but thigh highs- stockings that held themselves up without garters. So the top several inches of her thighs were naked and exposed, and I could see the crotch of her turquoise panties.

Now I could see Dr. Prober's hard cock hanging down his left leg like a piece of rope. It was quite a bulge. Mom's hand had found it, and her palm was stroking it up and down.

I watched my mom giving the family dentist a hand job for a while, until I heard the voice of someone coming down the hall, and I headed back to the waiting room.

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Mom had only a slight bit of Novocain, and was fully conscious, but we had brought my car so I could drive us home. But I had a few words for Mom.

"Mom," I said calmly, shaking my head back and forth. "Dr. Prober! How could you?"

"How could I what?" Mom mumbled through her gauze and half-dead lip.

"You gave our dentist a hand job!"

"Oh, I did not," she lied.

"Yes you did, I saw you." I didn't even say anything about her giving him a show of her legs and panties, or letting him touch her tits.

"I, I, I was just nervous and in pain, and I grabbed his leg, and it just sorta happened. It was an accident."

We weren't that far from home. "Dad might not think it's an accident. What kind of son would I be if I didn't tell my dad that I saw his wife stroking another guy's dick?" I asked.

Mom sat quietly for another mile. Then she moved her left hand over to my lap, and placed it on my right thigh. "Promise you won't tell Dad?"

"Promise."

Mom moved her palm over my crotch. I almost leapt out of my seat. I had loose pants on over boxers, and I got hard pretty quick. As I drove I took a glance down to see Mom's long fingers and wedding ring wiggling over my crotch. At first Mom palmed my dick and just sort of played with it. Once it got to full erection inside my pants, mom grabbed the shaft, and stoked it up and down. It fell out the leg of my boxers and now only the fabric of my slacks was between my cock and my mom's hand.

To my knowledge Mom never seen my hard dick. "Um. It's uh, really big," she calmly commented. I glanced over to see her eyes staring at my crotch as she stroked it. It sure felt good, even through the pants. She stroked the length of my cock from the base up over the head. Occasionally she moved down over my balls and gently rubbed them.

I drove through traffic as my mom jerked me, and then into our subdivision. I was too entranced to think of taking a longer route home. I looked over at Mom. She was resting her left knee on the seat, spreading her legs wide. I could see up her skirt, past her thigh-highs, to her panty crotch. I reached over and touched her left thigh, but she said, "Two hands on the wheel."

Mom kept her left hand on me as we pulled into the driveway, and used her right hand to open the garage door. I pulled in, put the car into park, and shut off the motor. Mom instantly hit the remote, and the garage door closed behind us. She stroked faster.

It felt so good, and without warning almost, I felt myself ejaculating in my pants. I could feel the warm goo hit my slacks, and so could Mom. "Ohhh!" she cried, and took her hand off me.

I sat silently for a moment as my ejaculation completed.

"Sorry about the mess, Brad," Mom said, as we both got out of the car.

"It's OK," I said, "I'll change pants."

Inside the house, Dad was home from work and sitting in front of the TV. Mom went up to her bedroom, and I went downstairs into mine. I took down my pants and looked at the sticky mess that my mom had made. "God!" I thought. "Mom is SUCH a slut!"

It was between periods of one of my hockey games. I was in the locker room. There were several rows of lockers. The walls in between them only went up as high as the lockers. I heard a couple of my teammates talking on the other side of the row.

"Shit, did you see that? NO PANTIES!"

"Yeah, fucking unbelievable, huh? Who was she?"

I had a feeling I knew who they were talking about, before a third voice whispered, "That's Balin's mom."

"No shit! What a slut!"

A fourth voice chimed in. "I didn't see it, what'd she do?"

"She's sitting in about the fourth row, right behind our bench, wearing a short skirt, and she's not wearing any panties!"

"Yeah, and you can see her whole hairy beaver. Big brown patch of fur!"

"Did you see a couple of the dads in the first few rows? They barely saw any of the game, they were looking up her skirt, too. I wonder if she was flashing us or them."

Well, I spotted her pussy before they even showed, so I think she wanted me."

"No, she wanted me. She's always smiling at me and shit."

"She's got great tits, too."

"Shit, yeah. I'd do her."

"So would I!"

We went back out for the next period. There was Mom, behind the glass, right by our bench, in a denim skirt. She'd let it ride up real far, exposing those long bare legs. There were a bunch of dads in the first three rows, but all the other moms sit in the fourth row, where Mom was, or higher, and don't pay as close attention to the game.

I was at the end of the bench, and I couldn't see up her skirt. But a whole lot of my teammates were looking her way, as were the dads in the first three rows. Mom acted oblivious, talking to the other moms around her, as well as the dads in front of her.

Up until recently, this would have been completely humiliating, to have all my friends and teammates and their dads watching my mom flash her beaver for their enjoyment. Maybe I was just getting used to her behavior now, but I also have to admit that I get excited knowing these guys are hot for my mom, and get to see some of her nudity. But damn, I hadn't seen her bare pussy yet, and I really wanted to.

This time we'd hitched a ride to the game with another teammate, Kenny, and his dad. On the ride home, Mom and I sat in the back, Kenny was in the front passenger set, and his dad was driving the SUV. It was an early game, and it was still light out when we left.

Kenny's dad acted as an assistant coach on the team. He wasn't one of the dads sitting in front of Mom in the stands. All I know is that his rearview mirror was tilted down at a severe angle, and I'm confident that he was looking back at Mom. And Mom seemed to be providing a good view. Her skirt was hiked up real far, and her legs were spread pretty wide apart.

Not only was Kenny's dad watching Mom's beaver, but Kenny had his head turned back toward us most of the time. He pretended to make small talk to Mom and me about the game and such, but his eyes were focused up Mom's skirt. Damn, I couldn't see her pussy from my angle. And I couldn't confront Mom about flashing my teammates and their dads.

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When home, I cornered Mom in the kitchen, while she fixed us a quick dinner. "That was quite some show you put on today."

"What show?"

"Not wearing panties. Everybody was talking about it in the locker room."

"Well, I'm embarrassed to say that my panties got soiled, and I had to take them off. I'm sorry if some of your teammates noticed, but I'm sure they didn't see much. And I'm sure it wasn't everybody."

"It was a lot of them."

"How many? What did they say?" Mom seemed eager to hear exactly who said what. I repeated some of the conversations I heard in the locker room, plus what I saw the players and dads looking at. Her face actually got flush. She grilled me on the details, making me repeat exact quotes. "He really said that about me? What were his exact words? He really said he'd 'do' me? Who else was looking at me?" Etc.

"Did you see me?" She asked.

"No. But you know I wanted to."

"Uh, Uh," she said.

"Do you want Dad to hear about this from me, or one of the dads?"

"The other dads won't say anything to your father, so please don't tell him anything either."

"You know I can be bought," I whispered.

Just then Dad came downstairs and plopped down in the chair in front of the family room TV, grabbing a paper and the TV remote.

"Don't say anything," Mom whispered, and walked upstairs.

Just a few minutes later she was back downstairs, in her nightgown. The nightgown was nearly ankle-length, but there were buttons all the way up the front. Last time she wore them, the buttons were buttoned nearly all the way to the bottom. Now, they were unbuttoned about halfway up her thighs. Mom laid down on the couch. I was sitting at the kitchen table.

Mom laid on her right side on the couch. Her nightgown fell open, exposing most of her legs. Mom lifted her left leg up, leaving her knees nearly two feet apart. Mom was looking right at me, with a casual expression on her face. I could see right up her nightgown, and saw her panty-less crotch easily. Her pussy was covered with a thick patch of brown hair, just like the guys described.

Dad was reading his paper, but from his angle he couldn't have seen Mom's pussy anyway. I just gawked at Mom's beaver, and she stared at me.

Then Mom got up, and sat on one of stools at the kitchen island, only five feet from my kitchen chair. Mom faced me, and let her nightgown fall to either side of her legs. Maybe she wasn't sure I could see her from the couch. Again she spread her legs wide, and I gat a close-up view of her pussy, and could even make out some of the flesh through the brown forest.

Dad still wouldn't have been able to see Mom's pussy from that angle, although I thought her pose was a little risqué. Mom also couldn't help that dirty smile on her face. Finally when my sister entered the room Mom stood up and left. And I had to let my hard-on come down before I could leave the kitchen table. Damn, is Mom a serious slut!

CHAPTER 10)

We were spending the weekend at Grandma and Grandpa's house. This was my Dad's parents. Some of the other family members were there, too. We always had to go to church on Sunday when we were there, and then Grandma would make a big meal afterwards.

Grandma and Grandpa are your typical mid-seventies retired grandparents. Grandpa is sort of fat, with thinning gray hair and bifocals.

Whenever we eat a big meal at Grandma's, there's not enough room for everybody at their kitchen table, and I end up eating with the kiddies on a card table in the living room. But this time, there wasn't even room for me there, so I ended up sitting at the kitchen table.

Grandpa was sitting on one side of the table with his back against the wall, and Mom was sitting next to him on his left. Mom was still wearing the frumpy, formless, below-knee-length black dress that she had worn to church. I squeezed into a folding chair right at the corner of the table to Mom's left, and barely had room to place my plate right on the corner of the table. Dad was sitting on the opposite side of Mom and Grandpa.

While I was eating, I noticed that Grandpa was eating with his right hand and had his left hand under the tablecloth. His hand was over on Mom's lap. Normally nobody else would be able to see this, but from my unique spot at the corner of the table I was looking right down at their laps. I could see that his hand was between Mom's legs. Mom's skirt was bunched up a little on her lap, and I could tell that Grandpa's hand was under her skirt. Real high. Like right on her crotch!

Neither Mom nor Grandpa were overly talkative during the meal, but they did converse a little. They never looked at each other. I didn't converse either, trying to subtly glance down at Grandpa's hand under my mother's skirt.

I was dying to see more. My cousin was sitting on the end of the table to my left, and when he finished eating he left the table. This gave me a little room to work. I dropped my fork on purpose. I bent down to pick it up. Fortunately, the tablecloth wasn't very long at the end of the table, and I didn't have to lift it to look under the table. I quickly leaned way over and looked under the table.

Mom had her legs spread wide. She wasn't wearing any hose, and I could see her bare legs. I got a quick glimpse of her white panties at her crotch. I could also see Grandpa's meaty left hand, and his fingers disappearing inside of her panties.

When I sat back up, Mom gave me a wary look, but neither she nor Grandpa adjusted their position that I noticed.

Instead of darting from the table like a usually do when I finished, I hung out and talked with the adults, keeping an eye on Mom and Grandpa. Finally when other people stood up to leave, Grandpa removed his big meaty hand from under the table. I could see that his fingers were moist. He wiped his hand on his napkin.

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On the drive home from Grandma and Grandpa's, we stopped at a crowded burger place to eat. All four of us ordered. Dad and my sister waited for the food, while Mom and I grabbed a booth in the far right corner. Mom slid to the back of the booth, and instead of sitting across from her, I sat next to her on her right.

"So how long has Grandpa been a dirty old man?" I asked her.

"What do you mean?" Mom asked.

"I saw what he was doing under the table at lunch."

"Oh my God," Mom muttered. "Uh, well, I can remember when your dad and I were engaged and we were visiting him, and I was brushing my hair in the bathroom mirror, and he came up from behind and grabbed my breasts. And he's been a little grabby ever since."

"So why do you let him?"

"Uh, well, he's really harmless, just an old-time dirty old man like you said. I endure it to keep peace in the family. It keeps us in his will."

"Dad doesn't know, does he?"

"No. And let's keep it that way."

"My silence comes at a price," I said. I slipped my left hand under the table, onto Mom's thigh over her dress.

Mom looked over at me and whispered, "Oh, no. Very wrong."

But I started slowly pulling her skirt up with my fingers. Mom took her coat, which was bunched up next to her, and placed it on her lap. Possibly she's had some experience with this sort of thing before. When her hem got above her knee, I slid my hand under it, up her naked thigh. My mom stared around the room as my palm climbed her long right thigh. It was the first time I'd felt her smooth naked upper thigh flesh. My heart was racing.

When my little pinky grazed against her cotton panty, Mom spread her legs wider. I cupped her warm mound and rubbed it, and slid my fingers over her hump. Mom's panties were wet around her slit.

I looked around the room, too. I could see Dad and my sister still waiting for the food. I began to work my fingers inside the elastic at the side of Mom's panties. I felt hair.

Mom's right thigh was pressed against my left thigh as she spread her legs wider. I got four fingers completely inside of her panties. I combed them through the long pubic hairs. I rubbed her fleshy mound. I found her slit.

Mom arched her hips forward as my middle finger slid into her warm greasy pussy. I circled it around as wide as I could go, then slowly thrust it in and out up to my third knuckle. It seemed like a bottomless pit.

Mom emitted a little gasp. She clamped her thighs around my hand. Her mouth was open and her eyelids were fluttering. "Does it hurt?" I asked.

"No," she grunted. "Orr, Orgasm!" She briefly rested her head on her hand. I kept fingering. Her naked thighs were quivering around my hand.

Dad and my sister approached the table with a big tray of food. In all of the hustle of finding the right food and drinks, they didn't seem to notice that I was sitting next to Mom, and that I was only using one hand to grab my food. Mom began to regain composure.

For another minute I kept my finger in my Mom, as I sat across from Dad. Finally Mom put her hand under the table and pulled my hand away from her pussy. I couldn't resist subtly brining my wet middle finger up to my nose and taking a quick whiff of Mom's pussy smell. Then, like Grandpa, I wiped my finger off with my napkin, and ate my burger.

While finishing my meal next to Mom, across from Dad, I realized that I apparently was the third generation in my family to finger-fuck my mom. Damn, she is such a slut!

CHAPTER 11)

On Saturday night, Dad had a cocktail party at our house for his employees and co-workers. My sister spent the night with a friend. I went to the movies with some friends, and got home around 11:00. The party was in full swing. There were maybe twenty people there, couples and singles. Some were Dad's subordinates; a few were people at his level and their spouses. And there was Dan, Dad's boss. Most were consuming plenty of liquor, judging by all the bottles on the kitchen counter. The guests were spread throughout the front living room, the dining room, the kitchen, and the family room.

Mom introduced me to some of the people, including Dan, whom I'd met before. Then I helped myself to some food in the dining room. I scoped out some of the wives in the living room. There were some decent-looking ones, but I judged that Mom was the one I would fuck over any of them. She wore a dark green turtleneck sweater tucked into black dress slacks. The panty lines under her slacks were stylishly small – not tiny, but not her granny panties. Her sweater wasn't the skin-tight type that she wears to work, but it made her buxom figure look curvy. Under it I could see the swell of her cleavage spilling out over the top of her bra.

Mom was drinking. She wasn't sloppy drunk, but I could tell by her smile and body language that she had a nice little buzz going. Dad was in the family room talking shop. This left Mom alone to host the living room and dining room guests. Several of these guests were single men, or men who came without their wives. One of these was Dad's boss Dan.

I roamed the downstairs on the outskirts of the party, drinking pop. I could see Mom showing some guy a painting on our wall. While they stood admiring the painting, I could see Mom pressing her tit into his shoulder. He didn't seem to mind.

Rather than going downstairs to my room, I decided to observe the action from upstairs, where I could see most of the living room. I stood in the second-floor darkness, peering down at the guests. I managed to catch several men staring at Mom's chest. Several of them approached Mom and talked to her. And for her part, Mom seemed to be enjoying their conversation. Twice I saw Mom squeeze through a tight spot and rub her tits on some guy's back or shoulder. Both times the guys looked up at Mom's eyes and she's give them a little smile as she walked away.

Then I noticed Dan talking to Mom. They both had their backs to the wall, facing the rest of the party. Dan had a mixed drink in his hand, Mom a wine cooler. Their faces were inches away from each other. I thought their demeanor was very flirtatious. Dan occasionally glanced down at Mom's chest. At one point he seemed to put his arm around Mom's waist. When others joined them, Dan wandered off.

Shortly after that, I saw Mom walk toward the stairs. I ducked back into my sister's room. I heard her familiar footsteps ascend the stairs, and I could see her enter the hallway bathroom. A moment later, I heard more footsteps coming up the stairs. Dan stepped into the upstairs hallway. He stood outside the bathroom in the dark, glancing around the hall and back down the stairs.

Mom opened the door, and turned out the bathroom light before stepping into the dark hallway. She jumped back and gasped when she saw Dan's silhouette.

Mom quietly giggled, "Oh, Dan, you startled me."

Dan stood silently in front of Mom briefly. Then he simply pushed her up against the wall, and kissed her. Mom didn't resist. She kissed him back, and put her arms around him. My eyes had adjusted to he darkened hallway to make out most of their features, and I could hear much of what they said and did, including their kissing sounds, and Mom's low moans.

Dan wasted little time moving his right hand up Mom's stomach to her chest, and fondled her left tit over her sweater. With no resistance from Mom, his left hand worked its way under her sweater, and went beneath it to feel her right tit. Soon her sweater and white bra were both residing under her armpits, and Dan groped her bare tits.

"Let's fuck," I heard Dan order, as his left hand went down to Mom's crotch, and rubbed it over her slacks.

"Oh Dan, we might get caught here," moaned Mom.

There was a muffled exchange that I couldn't decipher. Mom glanced down the stairs once, and then said, "You keep an eye on the stairs." Then she dropped to her knees. She unsnapped Dan's Dockers, unzipped them, reached in, and pulled out his hard cock. She stroked it a few times, opened her mouth wide, and placed the cock into it.

I watched in fascination as Mom's head bobbed over the glistening dick. Dan leaned against the hallway wall looking down at his employee's wife on her knees in front of him. Her slurping sounds were quite audible. She jerked her neck rapidly, her brown hair falling in her face. Occasionally she would palm his balls or stroke his shaft with her long fingers while she slurped his dick head, but she always kept her lips on him.

Dan moaned. Mom sucked with conviction and fury. Dan lasted about as long as I would have.

"Here it comes," grunted Dan. If he came much, which I expect he did, then Mom swallowed most of it. Her sucking slowed as she gulped, before licking it clean.

Mom rose and quickly ducked back into the bathroom. Dan zipped his pants, looked around, and descended back downstairs to the party. I heard the water running in the bathroom as Mom cleaned up, spitting into the sink. Within a minute, she again exited the bathroom, with her sweater tucked in and her face clean, and rejoined her party.

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"Is that how Dad keeps his job?" It was the following afternoon before I had a chance to speak to Mom alone, in the family room.

"What are you talking about?" Mom asked.

You and Dan. At the party. Upstairs."

"I don't know what you think you saw, but nothing happened," Mom lied.

"First you made out with him. Then he felt your bare tits. Then you dropped to your knees and unzipped his pants. Want to hear more details?"

"NO! And your father's a good employee, and that's not the ONLY way he keeps his job. But it uh, helps."

"I can see how. It would help me to keep my mouth shut, if you, uh, helped me that way."

"Brad, that's SICK!" How can you even think of having your own mother perform a, a SEX ACT on you? NO!"

"If it's such a bad thing, I'll bet Dad wouldn't want you to be doing it with his boss."

"Please, PLEASE, not this, Brad. I just couldn't. It would be so wrong. Uh, something else."

"No, I really want you to blow me. I'll let you think about it for a while."

"I'll, I'll THINK about it, but don't get your hopes up."

That was the last we spoke of it for the rest of the day. That night I went to bed downstairs, unsatisfied, wondering what to try next. I really would never squeal to Dad about my mom, and maybe she has finally called my bluff.

Then there was a quiet knock on my bedroom door. "Yeah?"

Mom entered my darkened bedroom. With the hallway light behind her, I could see that she had her long robe on. "What?" I asked.

Mom made no reply. She very quietly closed the door behind her. Only my nightlight allowed me to see her creep over to my bed. I was starting to get tingly.Mom sat on the edge of my bed to my left. I could see that she was smiling. That was a good sign. She quickly pulled back my cover, and climbed into bed next to me. She kissed me.

We briefly made out, lying sideways. I couldn't help myself, and fondled Mom's left tit with my right hand, over her loose nightgown. Mom ran her left hand down my side, and it found my already-stiff cock over my boxers. She played with it briefly through the fabric. Then she sat up, grabbed the sides of the boxers, and tugged them down.

My cock sprang straight up into the air. I kicked off the boxers myself. Mom sat next to me. She placed her left palm on my exposed cock, and stroked it. She used her right hand to play with my balls. Then she got on her knees next to the bed. She helped me swing my legs off the bed, and I let my feet touch the floor, on either side of my kneeling Mom.

Mom lowered her head down. Her dangling hair touched me first, tickling my thighs and stomach. Then her lips kissed my dick head. I saw her stretch her mouth open wide, and she sucked my dick. Slowly she worked her lips down, taking in more and more of my cock.

"Ohhh!" I moaned.

"Shhhhh!" Mom said. Then she licked my dickhead. She circled her tongue around and around, then flitted it over the tip.

I put my hands on Mom's head. She sucked. She sucked lower, sucked faster, sucked harder. I've never felt anything as pleasurable as having my mom's soft lips gliding up and down on my saliva-covered cock.

The only sounds in the room were my panting and soft involuntary moaning, and the sucking and smacking sounds of Mom's lips on my cock. Her head bobbed up and down, faster and faster. She was like a jackhammer.

"Uh, Mom, I'm, uh, cumming, uh, NOW!" I shot gobs of jizm into Mom's mouth. I just kept shooting and throbbing and squirting for what seemed like the longest cum session I'd ever had.

The first load went right down her throat. She recoiled and lost hold of my cock, and the next several shots hit her in the nose, the eyes, forehead, and cheek. She recovered and got her lips back over it, and gulped my cum down, although some of it oozed out of her mouth and down my scrotum, and down over Mom's chin.

I lay back on the bed panting. Mom sat up, also panting, and swallowing. I had some Kleenex nearby, and handed her some. She took a handful and wiped off her face. Some of the Kleenex stuck to her face, and I picked it off.

"That was GREAT. THANKS, Mom."

"Don't mention it," Mom quipped. She stood up, and snuck out of the room. Hopefully, she was going to wash her face before going back to bed with Dad.

I cleaned myself off, but I was still hard. My balls hurt, but I was still horny. But there was also a feeling of great satisfaction and accomplishment. GodDAMN! Is Mom a remarkable slut!

CHAPTER 12)

My sister is younger than me, but her boyfriend is older than me. Mom and Dad don't like him. I'm not enamored with him either. Kurt's not really a bad guy that I can tell, just not someone you want dating your sister. He doesn't go to college, has some cheap job, and drives a big old noisy beater. Smells like cigarette smoke, has greasy hair, wears offensive t-shirts. Just sort of a punk.

One night I was going out with my some friends. Dad was out watching some game with his work buddies. My sister was going to go somewhere with Kurt. I left early, stopping at my friend Brian's house. We were going to go together to Chad's house, when I realized that I'd forgotten to bring a porn DVD that I'd borrowed from Chad, who wanted it back before his dad discovered it missing. So Brian and I drove back to my house to retrieve it. Brian stayed in the car, and I entered the house from the side door, hoping to sneak in and out without getting a third degree from Mom.

I entered through the laundry room and tiptoed through the kitchen. No sign of anyone yet. I heard the shower running upstairs. I was about to sneak downstairs to my room when I heard a noise that sounded like whimpering. I peeked around the corner of the dining room, and saw two figures in the living room.

One figure was Mom. She was sitting on the couch. The other figure was my sister's boyfriend Kurt. He had his head between Mom's legs!

Mom was wearing her nightgown, even though it was only about 7:00 PM. The buttons were unbuttoned to about mid-thigh, the rest was bunched up around her lap, and Kurt's face was buried in her crotch. Mom's bare legs were spread wide. Her head was tilted up, and her eyes were closed. The top of her nightgown was also unbuttoned and pulled aside, enough to expose both of her tits. I'd swear that I could see saliva reflecting off of her tits and left nipple.

"Ohhhh, Ummmmm," Mom quietly moaned. Kurt's head moved up and down, then side to side. When he turned his head right I could see Mom's brown pussy hair, some exposed pinkness in the middle, and Kurt's tongue licking it.

I heard the bathroom door open upstairs. "Mom?" My sister called.

Mom opened her eyes. "Yes?"

"Is Kurt here yet?"

"Yes," Mom yelled.

"Tell him I'll be ready in about fifteen minutes," came the holler from upstairs.

Kurt looked up from between Mom's legs. "Take your time," he yelled, and returned to Mom's pussy.

With Brian waiting for me outside, I snuck downstairs, grabbed the DVD, and exited the side door. Brian wanted to know what kept me. I just told him that I had an encounter with Mom.

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It was two days later. My sister had to be to school early, so Dad dropped her off. I was still at home, ready for school. Mom came downstairs, holding her bulky outer sweater. She was wearing a white low-cut see-through blouse, with a seamless white bra under it. Her skirt was almost ankle-length, a thin silky thing.

I followed her to the dining room.

"Yes, Honey," she said to me when she saw me following her.

"I missed the end the other day. Did Kurt give you a good orgasm?"

"What?"

"You remember. Kurt. Your daughter's boyfriend. The one that gave you oral sex."

Mom had a very concerned expression on her face. She knew as well as I did that this wasn't just cheating on her husband. This was betraying her daughter.

"You know that Susie would never forgive you if she found out."

"I, I know," Mom said, with her head down. She looked up at me. "Brad, you can never tell Susie about that! You're right, she would never forgive me! It would break her heart!"

"If you want to cheat on Dad I guess that's between you and him. But to mess up my sister's life, that's different. Promise me you'll never do it again."

"Yes, I do promise. Now promise me you'll never tell anyone."

"I promise. On one condition." I think Mom knew what was coming. "Lift your skirt. I get to do what Kurt did to you."

"Brad! You really want to put your mouth on your own Mother's vagina? That's really something you want to do?"

"Yes," I said without hesitation.

"Well, let me call the school and my office so we don't get in trouble." Mom picked up the phone, and dialed a number. "Brad Balin will be late to school today. He has an early doctor's appointment."

While she was talking to the school's answering machine, I started unbuttoning her blouse. Mom didn't stop me. I unbuttoned it down almost to her waist. Then I reached into her flimsy bra, lifted her tits, and hauled them out of her cups.

Having called me in, Mom dialed a second number, presumably her office. "Hi, Tom, I'll be about an hour late. My son has an issue I have to take care of. See you in a bit."

She hung up the phone. She sat herself down on the end of our dining room table. I stood in front of her, still feeling her tits hanging over her bra cups. Damn, I never tire of seeing or feeling them.

"Do you even know how to do this?" She asked.

"I don't just, uh, lick you there?"

"Well that's the general idea, but there's some technique to make it good."

"What technique?"

"Not rules or anything. Here, sit down here." Mom pointed to the dining room chair right in front of where she was leaning against the table. As I sat down, Mom started lifting her skirt. She was wearing knee-high hose under them, so her thighs were bare. She lifted it all the way up, and bunched it on her lap.

She wasn't wearing panties. Damn, the slut was going to work with no panties on!

Mom's freshly showered beaver stared at me. At this close range I could see how thick and long her brunette triangle was, but I was also able to see some flesh underneath it.

"Well," she said, "I like to have my inner thighs kissed a little, for starters." She spread her legs wide. I pulled my chair up as close to her crotch as I could. Mom put her feet up on the chair beside me, and leaned back on her elbows on the table.

I leaned forward, and nuzzled my face between her legs. As suggested, I kissed and licked the inside of her smooth thighs, inches from her pussy.

"MMmmm," Mom moaned. Then, I like to be tickled here." She put her index finger to the very top of her right thigh, at her "bikini line," where her leg and crotch met. I licked up and down, and Mom shivered. I repeated it on her left side.

Mom sat up and put her fingers in her pussy. "Now, lick along the outside of my labia, right along here. Don't go deep yet."

I stuck my tongue out, and licked the edges of her pussy. It tasted salty and smelled a little musky, not bad at all. I couldn't see much, with my head buried in her crotch, my nose and lips being tickled by her pubic hair.

Mom leaned back again and cooed, while I licked up and down on both sides of her pussy.

I wish I had a picture of that moment. Mom sitting on the edge of the table, feet up on the chair on either side of me; leaning back on her elbows; her long skirt bunched up around her waist, her long thighs naked; her blouse unbuttoned, but still tucked in, pulled open, her big white tits hanging out of her bra cups; her eyes closed, a smile on her face; and my head nuzzled into her crotch, licking her pussy.

"Ohhhhh!, Ummmmm!" Mom pressed her crotch forward. "Lick deep now."

I did as told, licking as far into her pussy as I could go. I couldn't find any bottom, so I just licked deep and fast. Not knowing what worked best, I alternately licked back and forth, up and down, in and out.

"Uhhhh, OOOOOOOOhhhh!" Mom was panting unevenly. "Hoooooo! Oooooooh!" Her thighs tightened around my head. With no further orders, I licker her all over, as rapidly as I could. My tongue wasn't used to being stuck out for that long, and it got tired pretty quickly. I guess I needed to practice this a lot.

"AAAAHHHHH!" Mom thrust her hips forward. Her thighs were quivering. "Now, lick here, my clit, right here, fast!"

There seemed a sense of urgency in her command, so when my tongue found the bump that she was pointing at, I licked up and down rapidly.

"Oohhhhh, YES! THAT'S, Ohhh, right there! Don't stop!"

I flicked my tongue up and down and side to side as fast as I could. I flattened out my tongue and pressed it against the little nub. But whatever I did, I made a point to do at light speed. My tongue made little fluttering sounds "Uba duba duba duba."

"OOOOOOHHHHHH! HUUUUUUOOOO!" Mom's thighs pressed against me. She started gyrating her hips back and forth. I had a hard time keeping my tongue on her. There was some feeling of satisfaction hearing Mom make noises I've never heard her make before. It was weird, but it was sorta hot because I was sorta in control of my parent now.

"OoooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuUUUUU!" Mom clamped her thighs around my ears. She shook her butt on the table, raising one cheek and then the other, and then she bucked my head pretty good. But I managed to keep my tongue on her clit, until she finally relaxed, released my head, and told me to stop.

I stood up in front of Mom, who was still panting and flush. I felt my face full of Mom's juices.

We both quickly washed ourselves, I brushed my teeth, and headed out to our respective vehicles. Mom did kiss me, kissed the mouth that was just licking her pussy.

The rest of the morning at school, I could still smell her pussy on my face and lips and nose, and taste her juices in my mouth. I kept thinking that NOBODY knew that I was sitting there still tasting my own mother's pussy that I'd eaten that morning. Damn, Mom's such a HOT slut!