Mafia Desire (Erotica)

NEW STORY TITLE: MOM LIKES PORN TOO!

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I sat at the kitchen table doing what I always did these days; stare out the window at my mother by the pool.

She was in the lounge chair and today’s cock inspiring bathing suit was a purple two piece half the girls my age wouldn’t have the confidence to wear.

But then again many of those girls didn’t have a body like moms. Despite her forty two years my mother still looked good, damn good; good enough to have her son’s friends ogling her when they came over and her own son was obsessed with her incredible body.

The fact she was my mother should make me feel bad for seeing her that way, but fact was it made her seem even hotter to me.

People always say what we want is what we can never have, the forbidden fruit. Well I couldn’t think of a more forbidden fruit than my mother’s pussy and damn I wanted a taste!

Just sitting here staring at her had my cock so hard that if I thought I could do it without her turning her head and seeing me I’d jack off right here under the table while staring at her.

Instead I would continue to pretend to be reading chapter one of my sociology book while taking in my mother’s breath taking beauty.

Mom was tall and a little on the slender side, but still had enough hips to give her nice shape she kept her long legs looking damn good by jogging three times a week, her stomach, which at the moment was glistening with tanning oil and begging to be kissed and licked by her horny son was flat and smooth and her breasts…

Mom wasn’t big on top, but the one time I’d seen them when I had ‘accidentally’ walked in on her in the shower, showed off a set round, firm, perfect little tits with gorgeous pink nipples. That look seemed longer than it should have been or maybe I just liked to tell myself mom was very slow in covering up and had inspired even more wet dreams of her.

I was dying to touch them, fondle them, suck on them… blow a nice big load on them. I squirmed in my chair and knew I was going to have to go upstairs and get some relief soon.

But until then I would continue to tease myself so when I finally jacked off to the thought of my mother sampling some forbidden fruit of her own, her son’s cock, I would blow a nice big load.

My eyes continued their journey along mom’s luscious body and lingered on her smooth inner thigh. The bikini wasn’t much more than a thong and I licked my lips at the thought sliding that strip of purple material to the side and licking her sweet slit.

The bikini tied at the hips and I imagined mom grabbing the string and pulling it, letting the bikini fall away and exposing not just her pussy, but her firm tight ass.

I took in the length of her legs, from her purple painted toes right up to her hip and thought of those legs wrapped around my waist, or her bare feet on my shoulders. Shit, even her damn feet were sexy.

Mom wasn’t just attractive from the neck down either. My mother was a classic blond haired blue eyed beauty, whose face was still smooth and unmarred by any lines or wrinkles and her full sensual lips conjured images of what those lips were probably damn good at.

I knew for a fact my mother was a hell of a cock sucker because I’d over heard my father bragging to his friends about how good she was at giving blow jobs and how she loved to swallow.

In the same conversation he had mentioned she was an insatiable little wildcat and that confirmation of my mother’s sexual prowess did little to slow down my incestuous fantasies.

Dad had left two years ago and I still didn’t know the real reason as both my parents had been vague about it, but my impression was dad had caught her doing something she shouldn’t have and I wondered if she had cheated.

For some reason the thought she had got me even hotter, right or wrong it meant my mother craved as much cock as she could get and I liked to fantasize mine would be included in that.

After all she did always tell me what a good looking young man I was and was always affectionate with me, kissing me on the cheek, hugging me tight, sitting next to me on the couch and slipping her arm around my shoulders while we watched TV as if I were a boyfriend rather than a son.

But I knew she was just being a little clingy after dad left and it meant nothing. It did do a lot to fuel my taboo desires however, as there were times sitting next to her on the couch that I wanted to just kiss her and see what would happen.

Sometimes mom would complain her feet were sore and I would rub them for her. That was a huge tease for me, having her feet in my hands and her long legs stretched out on the couch. I envisioned sliding my hand up her leg and under her skirt and she would pull her panties to the side and say “Go ahead, baby!”

I jumped at the sound of my phone whistling telling me I had received an e-mail. As I picked it up from the table I saw mom sit up and stretch.

“Goddamn.” I breathed as I watched her push out her tits and her long blonde hair flowing down the smooth tanned skin of her back.

Mom stood up, then bent over to pick up her phone. The e-mail forgotten, I stared at her incredible ass.

There was little more than a purple string between the cheeks of her ass and as I thought of spreading those cheeks it occurred to me that the bikini was pretty inappropriate to where around her nineteen year old son, but hell, I wasn’t complaining.

Mom looked over her shoulder and I froze like a dear in headlights. I was caught dead to rights, sitting there gawking away with nothing else I could possibly be looking at.

She gave me a strange smile and a small wave and feeling like an idiot I waved back at her then, quickly lifted my phone and made a show of looking at it.

Out of the corner of my eye I watched mom pick up the short white robe she would wear to the beach and slip it on. As she tied it and slid on her sandals, I focused on the phone and felt my already hard cock twitch.

“Hello naughty mom or son! This e-mail is to tell you a new movie has been posted to loving mothers! “Mommy lends a hand!” is now available for your viewing pleasure! Please don’t forget to rate it when you… finish!”

A new mother son movie! That sealed the deal; it was time to head upstairs to live vicariously through some actor getting laid by his ‘mom’.

“Hey, honey, you want dinner now, or you want to wait?”

I looked up at mom and was careful to meet her eyes rather than focus on the loosely tied robe that was leaving a lot of her barely concealed tits exposed.

“Oh, umm… I’ll wait.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.” I nodded, “I have to work on something for a little while.”

She smiled, “Good, because I need to do some work too, and then take a shower.”

“Okay.” I smiled back, while thinking of her in the shower soaping up her tits, a long trail of soap flowing down between her legs and thighs that would look just like a load of cum and…

“Joey?”

“Huh?”

“You okay,” she laughed, “You went away just then.”

“Oh, sorry, just thinking about what I have to do upstairs.” That was no lie; because God did I need to get off.

“Me too, was thinking all about it while I was laying out there. That’s why I finally had to come in.”

I nodded and waited for her to walk away. I was wearing a pair of shorts and my hard on would be noticeable if I stood up. Mom remained where she was as if waiting for me, then said, “Hey, honey?”

“Yeah, mom?”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure?”

“You think this bikini is okay?”

“Um… why wouldn’t it be?”

“I don’t know, guess it shows a lot.”

“Well… it kind of does.” Play it straight, I told myself, “But I’m the only one around the neighbors can’t see in the yard.”

“You’re who I’m talking about, it doesn’t bother you?”

“Uh… no… why would it, you’re my mom.”

“Okay, just checking.” She grinned, “I saw you looking out the window when I was picking stuff up and thought about what you must be seeing.”

I hesitated and she looked as if she were interested in my response. I shrugged and said, “Oh, I was looking, but not looking, like you said, I go away sometimes.”

“Yeah me too.” She laughed, “Sometimes thoughts are more fun than real life, no?”

“Oh, yeah.” I agreed as she turned and I glanced down at her long legs, “Fantasy is better than reality.”