Mag-log inMy cock throbbed painfully in my shorts, betraying me with every pulse. I had fantasized about her for longer than I cared to admit, but once it was actually happening, it all felt too fast - and too real.My brain slammed into flight mode. I stood up suddenly, my heartbeat hammering in my ears, my palms clammy enough to soak through a sponge. "Mom, I--"She grabbed my arm and tugged me back before I could take a single step. "Bambi, please! I-I'm really good at it, I promise."I let her slowly pull me back down onto the edge of the bed while she kept talking, her voice desperate and hurried."You just... All you have to do is sit there and let me handle things. I know you've been thinking about them - my boobs, I mean - so I thought maybe you'd want to help me. Your face won't even be in it!""Then why me, Mom? You could do it with anybody!"Her face fell, genuine sadness clouding her eyes. "I... can't do it with anyone else. I've thought about it, and the idea of doing it with a str
"Mom! W-what the fuck!" I yelped, scrambling to cover myself with both hands. In my panic, and with the glass of lemonade still in my hand, I accidentally spilled the drink all over my lap and thighs."Looks like somebody likes my boobs more than they're letting on," she said, her eyes dropping straight to my crotch. In my panicked state, she sounded exactly like a cat set to play with a doomed mouse or bird."Why did you do that?" I asked, a mix of embarrassment and annoyance heating my face."I needed to see if I was right," she replied calmly. "Earlier in the kitchen... you were hard then, too."It wasn't a question. It was a statement."I didn't think you'd noticed," I said, unable to make eye contact with her."I did," she said, "but I needed to make sure it wasn't just a coincidence."I pursed my lips, face burning. "Well, it clearly wasn't, so go ahead and laugh at me for being--""I'm not laughing," she insisted, completely deadpan.I threw my hands up in defeat, no longer bot
The top was barely more than two small triangles of fabric stretched over her swollen tits, their tightly drawn edges digging into her soft flesh hard enough to draw thin creases where they bit down. Her breasts spilled out from every possible angle: overflowing the sides, bulging around the bottoms of either cup, with a cleft of dizzyingly deep cleavage between them.The only justification I could think of was that, since I'd already seen her areolas in the kitchen, she didn't feel weird about wearing such a salacious garment around me. The triangular cups - if they could be called that - covered her nipples, but that was about all they hide. Around the sides and bottoms of the fabric scarps peeked delicious slivers of pink, bumpy flesh. While it was technically more modest than going fully topless, the choice to wear something so scandalous in my presence actually made her look even sluttier. It was more than mere sunbathing-- she had dressed up for me."What... are you wearing?" I
"Y-yeah," I stammered. Being so close to her while she wore nothing but that flowy robe had every hair on the back of my neck standing up.She turned my palm to the ceiling and began massaging the center of it with her thumbs while her other fingers gently held mine from below. "You're shaking, honey. Is everything okay?"I was intoxicated by the scent of her freshly lotioned skin flooding my nostrils, hitting me like a powerful dose of pheromones that made my head spin."I'm good!" I lied quickly.She reached out with one hand and put it flat over my heart. "Oh, Bambi, your heart is beating so fast!"I shook my head rapidly. "No, it's not. I'm fine!"She rolled her eyes, clearly not buying it. "Really? Here, Bambi, feel mine."She took my wrist and guided my open palm until it pressed against the upper swell of her left breast, directly over her heart. Her skin was softer than goose down, and hot enough to remind me that I was touching something full of both life and radiant, soothin
Finally, she reached for her robe, slipped it on, and tied the belt loosely around her waist. She killed the bathroom light and walked out without so much as a glance toward the yard.Was that real? I thought, too stunned to move. Did that really just happen? For a moment, I genuinely considered whether I'd dreamed it, perhaps due to having suffered a stroke mid-mow.I kept the mower rumbling across the last few patches of grass, but my mind was no longer on yardwork. I finished the lawn in a complete daze, the image of Mom's naked tits burned into my brain.Even after I lugged the mower back into the shed and made my way inside the house, I could not shake it. I was parched beyond measure, both from the hot sun and my even hotter mom, so I grabbed a glass and filled it with cold water from the fridge.Just as I started gulping it down, Mom's voice suddenly cut through the quiet kitchen, a teasing tilt to her tone. "Pretty thirsty, huh?"I choked, splashing water down my shirt as I sp
I shrugged, giving her the same answer I always did. "I've told you, Mom: I like helping out. Pulling my own weight feels good.""If you say so," she said.I watched her walk out of the kitchen, hips swaying slightly as she headed toward the hallway. The watch felt solid on my wrist - a constant reminder of Dad, and of how much I was starting to look like the man who had once been hers.Since his death, I'd taken over everything he'd used to handle: cutting the grass, shoveling snow, and even fixing leaky faucets and creaky doors thanks to YouTube videos I'd half-watched at two in the morning.Despite being in my first year of university, I'd stepped into the "man of the house" role without hesitation or resentment. Mom had always been the one who'd looked after both of us, so I'd stepped up to assist as best I could. Still, I had no idea how she had been managing financially without Dad's security guard checks rounding out their income. We had n
Tommy moaned and began slamming the shit out of me! I cried out as my son's cock plunged repeatedly into me. I was so wet that I could hear his cock driving into me. I lay back moaning as he pounded me. It had been well over a year and Tommy wasn't small, nor was he being gentle. He really was out
"I...yes." He nodded. "Well she kissed me and I started kissing her back. We ummmm, we made out for a few minutes and she was touching me and kissing me and kept asking me what I wanted my mom to do. She asked I wanted to see her tits and I..." he blushed. "Said yes, I'd love to see my mom's tits."
"You had a boyfriend when we first met you." I said hurriedly, trying to get it out. "But then you were with Sarah and I was wondering if you quit on guys or....""Jen, what's going on? Why are you asking me weird questions?""If you answer that one I'll tell you." I said, mentally crossing my fing
Jen surprises Jack with a Home Maid gift for Nude Day.Enjoy.*****It was with a grateful sigh that I pulled into the driveway. Today had been a long one, longer than usual. The new receptionist had accidently double booked me all afternoon. There was a bug going around and many of the kids there







