1. Mom helps out


    Date: 12/5/2015, Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Boy, Consensual Sex, Cum Swallowing, Erotica, First Time, Foot or shoe fetish, Incest, Male / Older Female, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Young, Author: Ren Dhark, Rating: 92.5, Source: sexstories.com

    I guess, it all started the day my mother was sitting at the kitchen-table, wearing nothing but her bathrobe. She was sitting side-on to the table, had her legs crossed, and was showing most of one thigh. I had never thought of mom as a "woman" before, but now I felt hot and my pecker got instantly hard. Mom looked up, and I quickly opened the fridge, pretending to look for something. I found a bottle of juice, but had a slight problem now. My pecker had made a noticeable bulge in my shorts and I knew, mom couldn't help but notice if I turned around. So I took a swig from the juice, quickly returned the bottle, closed the door, and sort of sidled out of the room. "Must you drink from the bottle!?" Mom sounded annoyed. I just mumbled something unintelligible, and rushed upstairs to my room, where I threw myself on the bed, closed my eyes and wallowed in the image of mom's luscious thigh. Before long, I had my pecker out and was jerking off, while imagining my hands caressing mom's thigh. All too soon I came, but felt no relief. I just could not stop thinking about mom.......... Five (frustrating) days later, my parents were getting ready to go out. Dad was already downstairs waiting, but mom was still sitting in front of her dresser, getting ready. I stood in the doorway and drank my fill. Tight jumper, white woollen skirt, nylons and gold, strappy heels. She had her legs crossed again and her skirt had ridden up, so I could see the top of her nylons, and maybe an inch of ...
    skin. I couldn't tear my eyes away.......... In the mirror, I could see Timmy standing in the doorway. He was obviously looking at my legs. The question was - how do I handle this? Pretend I don't notice? Ask him, if he likes what he sees? Tell him to go away? The problem solved itself when I heard Peter yell at me to get a move on. Timmy jumped and quickly disappeared around the corner. Boys! Biology is a cruel mistress! But I kept thinking about the look on his face - if only Peter still looked at me like that.......... It was a bad night for me. After they left, I was too restless to do anything. I couldn't even concentrate on TV. How had I not noticed before, just how sexy mom's legs were? I just wanted to sit at her feet and kiss them for hours.......... The next day - after a very long night, with not enough sleep - I woke up late. Mom and dad had already left and I had an idea. I dashed into the laundry and frantically looked through the basket. There - mom's knickers - but not what I was looking for. Still, I opened them up - looked at the stain - and took a little sniff. WOW! Mom's scent hit me like nothing before, I breathed deeply again and again, then I went into their bedroom. I saw what I was looking for immediately. Grabbing the nylons, mom had worn last night, I retreated to my bedroom, stripped and flopped myself on the bed. I took a sniff of mom's nylons. Nice - very nice - but not as good as her knickers. So I started rubbing them all over my pecker, whilst ...
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