Busty Mom Becomes Slut For Son Part 1

In those first waking moments when you rise from your dreams and are not yet fully awake, I could almost sense it. Her soft gaze drifting over me.

Opening my eyes slowly, the blurred vision of her silhouette stood there, casually leaned against my bedroom door post. Her hands seemed to quickly move when she noticed me stirring as she folded her arms under her amble breasts, needlessly exaggerating their size.

 

A smile formed from her cherry red lips and I slowly leaned up to rub the sleep from my eyes.

“Mom?” I asked weakly. “You okay?”

With a light motion mom straightened herself and playfully tilted her head to the side, her lush red hair falling over her shoulder as she did.

“I was just admiring how well my baby boy looks when he’s sleeping.”

Mom bit her bottom lip for a moment and gave a knowing wink before straightening out the oversized Metallica shirt that she often wore as a nightgown. It barley covered her small body.

“I came to wake you up for breakfast, but…you seemed to be having a such a nice dream.”

Looking at the clock on my nightstand I could see that it was almost noon and shook my head.

“Holidays are for sleeping in.” I said casually.

“No. Holidays are for fun, not just sleeping them away silly.”

“Sleeping is fun” I said with a shrug.

“Mmmm. Sounded like it was.” Mom replied with a knowing tone, though I was a little confused.

Mom walked over to my bed, her shirt only coming down to her waist, I could clearly see her purple lace panties as she got closer. Mom leaned over and kissed the top of my head with her hand on the back of my neck.

As she did I could feel my face pushing into her big breasts and I didn’t know what to do, not wanting to pull away but feeling awkward at the situation.

Mom held me like that for a moment before she moved back a step, putting her arms behind her back and pushing out her chest. Her big boobs jiggled slightly as she looked down at me smiling sweetly.

“Anyway,” she continued. “Come and eat your breakfast baby.” Turning before I could reply, mom left my bed towards the door, her perfect ass cheeks completely exposed to me save for the purple panties wedged between them as she walked away. Almost as if on purpose, mom seemed to be walking slowly, her hips swaying gracefully, giving me ample time admire her ass from behind before she turned the corner left my room.

I took a moment to gather my thoughts and wondered what that was all about before noticing that my blanket was down to my knees and wearing only a thin pair of grey pyjama pants it was plain to see that my cock was rock hard.

Oh shit, I thought. There’s no way she didn’t just see that. Wait. Was my mom…staring at it? And right before I opened my eyes, was she doing something? There’s no way she was.

I thought about it for a moment.

Shit. The thought lingered for a moment. Was she playing with her nipple?

I shook my head and put the thought away. “You fucking pervert.” I said to myself as I crawled out of bed, but something was definitely different about the way she was acting. I looked down at my hard cock and thought about jerking off before heading down stairs to eat, but knowing that mom had found me hard with morning wood made me think better.

If I took too long to go down, she might know what’s up. More than she already did at least. So, picking up my shirt from the floor and putting on a new, thicker pair of pants, I went to my bathroom to wash my face with cold water before slowly going down stairs. I found mom in the dining room, already seated in her usual chair.

She looked lost in her own thoughts as I approached and saw she had made me eggs with toast and grilled tomato. Some pancakes and syrup stood ready on the side with a box of cereal and milk. When I pulled out my chair she seemed to snap out of her daze and smiled.

”He lives.” She said with a tone of sarcasm. Her dark green eyes darted down to my bulge before looking back up at me and mom seemed to have taken notice of my wardrobe change.

”Sorry to keep you waiting mom. If I knew I was going to be treated like a king for breakfast I would have woken up sooner.” I sat and admired the feast while her eyes seemed to analyse me. Moving in a dreamy motion from feature to feature.

”Well, you are the man of the house now, Sam.” She said with a soft tone. ”So, maybe I should treat you like a king, no?”

I could only laugh to myself as I remembered the conversation that we had a few nights ago when mom came home drunk, bemoaning that she never had another man after Dad had died right before my eighteenth birthday early the previous year and that it was up to me by default to take care of her now.

Mom looked like she was still in her early twenties, with an amazingly toned body that could convince anyone that she really was. Considering how short she is at just 5’2, it was only her large bust that called into question her true nature as a full-grown adult.

At thirty-seven years old my mom was still a bombshell and every friend I ever had let me know about it, though they never had to. I was more than aware that mom was a stunner; easily the hottest mom from all my friends and the envy of all of hers.

She had a playful charm about her that attracted most men and those who weren’t there for her personality were more than happy so settle for her round D-cup breasts that stood firm without the need for a bra. Mom was my first fantasy growing up and had been many times since.

”Ahem, baby?” Mom said with a curious look.

I snapped back and realized that I had been momentarily lost in thoughts of her and that my eyes had focused squarely on her large chest. Her old Metallica shirt sat tight around her breasts, working hard to contain them while easily showing her nipples hiding underneath.

”Sorry mom I was uhhh”

”It’s okay.” She interrupted. ”I’m sure you were just thinking about that wonderful dream you were having before I found you.”

I blushed at this and knew that she was talking about my hard cock. She had definitely seen it. The thing was we had hardly ever talked about sex and now she was being so open and even playful about it.

Almost like she was teasing me. I wondered if I should push past the topic or if it was better just to acknowledge it. I decided to be bold and tease her back to show her that I wasn’t embarrassed.

”Don’t be jealous mom,” I said, my voice almost shaking. ”You’re still the only woman in my life.”

That made her smile and she pushed her arms together around her breasts before leaning forward on the table. She seemed to study me for a moment before replying.

”Oh I don’t think I have anything to be jealous of, Sam.” She said in an almost seductive tone. ”Though I think all the girls who never got a chance with you would be if they saw what I did.”

Mom was smiling at that one. She was calling my bluff and having fun doing it, though the comment defiantly caught me off guard. My mind flashed back to what I was saw, mom playing with her nipple as she watched me sleep.

Oh my God. Did mom just compliment my cock? Did she just imply that she liked what she saw?

Under the table I instantly started to get hard again and even mom seemed to be breathing a little faster. There was something going on here and I wasn’t sure how far to push it.

”Mom, you know there aren’t any girls. I’m still a virgin remember?”

Mom only bit her lip and one hand moved under the table as she rested her chin on the palm of her other hand.

”My poor baby boy.” She said with a coo. ”So handsome with no one to appreciate how much you’ve…grown.”

It was the faint, but I could see small movements from her arm that was under the table.

”I wish there was a way that mommy could do something to help you out baby. You’re eighteen and I know you have your needs.” She said with a husky voice.

”Mom,” I said embarrassed. ”It’ll happen. I’m just waiting for the right woman to come along. You know how it is.” My heart was racing and I was rock hard again.

Calling herself mommy and talking about my needs, let alone the way she said it, was making my head spin. Something was off and mom wasn’t acting herself.

”I know baby boy, but I’m sure there must be someone you have your eye on? What kind of girl are you looking for anyway?” She asked as she looked at me.

”You know mom. Just one who appreciates me for who I am and..”

”Oh don’t give me that bullshit, Sam. I mean what KIND of girl. Do you like them with long blond hair? Or maybe my son likes them with a nice big ass, hmm?”

”Mom, I uhhh..”

”Oh I know,” Mom said with a coy smile. ”You like them with a nice big pair of tits don’t you?”

I was stunned at what she just said as mom raised her hand from under the table and much to my surprise, I could see that her fingers glistened slightly.

”Don’t worry Sam. You’ll find someone before you know it. A good little fox with a nice juicy ass and big tits who will beg for chance to take care of your every need. Trust me baby.”

My heart was racing faster with every word that came out of mom’s mouth. She had never spoken like this before and it was easy to look at her in a new light. Where before I was ashamed to masturbate to the idea of using my own mother, I wondered if now that’s something she might want.

”Eat up baby boy.” Mom said as she picked up her knife and fork. ”You’ll need your strength for later.”

We ate breakfast and I afterwards I rushed to my room to jerk off furiously. In a matter of minutes, I was Cumming hard into a wad of tissues to the thought of my mom using her big tits around my cock to make me cum.

There was no doubt in my mind about what had just happened. My mom had complimented my cock and with without saying it outright, implied that any woman, maybe even her, would be lucky to be with me.

How long was she there before I woke up? Was she turned on? Was she touching herself under the table? What did I dream about?

Was I going to fuck my own mother?

: Later That Day :

The day passed slowly as I went over everything in that had happened my mind. Mom was being more than just playful. She was being downright seductive. Before I could convince myself otherwise my phone pinged with a message from her. I unlocked it and read,

Let’s watch a movie in my room tonight?

My heart raced and I felt myself getting hard at the thought of just being in the same bed with my sexy mother. I quickly replied.

Happy to. When?

Instantly she replied,

Now

I almost panicked as I read it and shakily put my phone down. I looked at myself in my bedroom mirror. I was fairy toned and looked good in just my pajama pants from that morning. I wondered if I should put on a shirt, but decided against it as I left my room and went down the hall to hers. I found moms door open and walked in to find her already in her bed.

The blanket was drawn to her hips and she was wearing in incredibly tight white shirt that only went down past her breasts. I could almost see her under-boob and her light pink nipples were barely hidden by the see-through cotton shirt. I had to move quickly to the bed as my cock was already growing.

Lifting the covers, I slid in and put the blanket over me on my side of the bed. The TV at the foot of the bed showed the Netflix selection and looking over at my mom I saw she was pouting in an exaggerated way.

”Why are you all the way over there, baby? You don’t want to cuddle with mommy?”

Mom looked at me with big doe eyes as she said it and was slightly shaking her chest from side to side, letting her big boobs sway as if asking, don’t you want this?

I took a moment to examine the situation from this morning and now. How she was acting and how she was dressed. The things that she had said — you’ll find someone before you know it. I have nothing to be jealous of. The way she was acting.

This wasn’t just my imagination. She wanted it. She wanted her me to fuck her and she was making it as clear as she could. If I didn’t act now. I might never get another chance. Lifting my arm I said,

”Come here”

Mom giggled and quickly slid over to be and under my arm before resting her head and hand on my chest.

”Much better.” She said. ”I was worried you didn’t want to cuddle with your mom.”

I could feel her bare leg moving up over mine under the covers until her knee brushed against my hard cock. She pressed her big boobs against my side as she looked up at me.

”Were you having another dream about mommy?” She asked as I felt the tips of her fingers move up on my chest before she slowly started moving them down under the covers.

I froze when she said that. ”I, uh, what?”

”You were calling for me in your sleep baby. I watched you as you said it over and over. Yes mommy. That’s it mommy, your ganna make me cum.”

Her hand went lower and lower, her finger tips gliding softly over my stomach.

”I watched you as you got hard for mommy. You were dreaming about me taking care of you, weren’t you?” She asked, almost panting. ”Was I using my mouth, baby? My hands? My big tits?”

Her hand reached my waist and she effortlessly slid underneath my pants.

”Or were you just fucking your mommy’s little pussy with this big cock?”

Mom grabbed my cock as she said it and that was it. All my hesitation, my fears, my doubt left me. I was breathing hard as mom started to masturbate me with expert strokes and I knew there was no sense in playing coy any longer.

”Fuck mom, your so hot, I couldn’t help dreaming about you. I’ve wanted it for so long.” I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her in for a kiss, instantly parting her lips with my tongue to find hers. Mom moaned in my mouth as my other hand reached out and grabbed her boob to squeeze.

Forcefully pulling her closer with her shirt, I shifted mom on top of me before breaking the kiss. A strand of saliva was all that connected our lips as I looked at her big tits and using both hands lifted up her tiny shirt so I could finally see her amazing tits.

 

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