1. Neighborhood Mom, Part VI - Mom For A Day


    Date: 10/11/2017, Categories: True Story, Author: luvsumcameltoe, Rating: 94.6, Source: sexstories.com

    I made sure to leave that browser window up full-screen. C got back not too much later, and of course I was horny from watching all that porn. I went to the garage to help her carry in shopping bags from the back of her SUV. It was backed into the garage, with the garage door still open. C was wearing some fuzzy little shorts, and when she bent over to pick up some bags, I couldn't help myself. I came up behind her and pinned her, reaching around to fondle her supple tits. For a second, startled, I thought she was going to resist, but she didn't. She half moaned..."the door is open!" I replied "then keep your head down so nobody can see you." I pulled her shorts and panties aside and fucked her right there, bent over the back ledge of her car. It didn't take long. After putting away her shopping, C went to check her email and found her porn up full screen, obvious that I had seen it. Between that and the horny fuck I'd just given her, it must have emboldened her that I'd find it arousing, and she approached it with me. "So...remember that mom for a day thing we talked about?" she said somewhat awkwardly. I did. "Saturday K will be gone...I want to do that." OK. I remember laughing a little nervously. "Like really pretend you're my mom?" I queried. "Yes. LIke just for a day, just for pretend...for fun..." I wasn't sure how to do that, but...I agreed to try. "You don't have to do anything, I'll take the lead..." she said, clearly trying to make me feel more comfortable ...
    "...after all, I'm the mom..." And so we agreed that Saturday would be it. But, she had a couple requests in the meantime. From one of her shopping bags in her room, she pulled out a package. A package of underwear. Men's underwear. The typical, basic "tighty-whities", except they had blue ribbing around the waist and the legs. For the next few days until Saturday, she wanted me to wear them. And, until Saturday we would not be having sex. She said she wanted me good and ready for it. "Like pretend I'm your mom starting right now..." I wasn't a fan of that idea. I argued, but she held her ground. No sex. She insisted I try on the underwear to be sure they fit. She led me to K and I's bedroom handed me the package, told me to put a pair on and then she wanted to see how they fit. Then she closed the door and waited in the hall. This was weird. I obliged, and put on a pair, stepping back into the hall in my t-shirt and new underwear. They felt so restrictive, I never really wore underwear anymore, and whenever I did it was just boxers, which I had to wear to not be naked when K was home. C inspected them like a mom would. She felt for the tightness of the waistband, slipping two fingers in, and tugging the elastic. She commented on how tight they were around my package. And that was that. It was weird, but it was...kind of fun. Through the evening, I called her "mom" a few times, but always sarcastically. She asked me to take out the trash, and I said "OK, MOM!" - like an annoyed teen ...