Forced to take my Mother. This story is including: Forced to take my Mother — Part 1 Author: The fact my best friend Jack, who lived next door, was on his porch with a couple of his friends looking into my yard was a dead giveaway. In a way it ticked me off, but then again, who could blame them?
Fact was my mother was not only pretty damn hot, but lately had taken to wearing some revealing bathing suits when she went swimming. No, not a bathing suit; that would be the fairly modest one piece she used to don when at the pool. What my mother was wearing these days was a bikini and a damn skimpy one. So skimpy I was getting uncomfortable looking at her. If I was to be honest with myself the word was horny. However even though I had been well aware my mother was, for lack of a better word, a cougar, I had never seen her as anything but my mom.
But the last month or so something had changed and I found myself looking at her more like an extremely desirable Milf rather than a parent. I sat back and tapped the steering wheel nervously as I recalled the way my cock had been stirring in my pants whenever I sat by the pool with her or when we watched TV and she lay on the couch with her long legs stretched out.
Last night had been a perfect example. Dad had to work late and as we sat on the couch watching the Sox game, Mom had slid over and grabbing my arm draped it over her shoulder as if she were my girlfriend. That might not have been so bad had she been wearing more than the inappropriately short black silk robe she had been parading around in at night. Image for illustration purpose only.
CandyXLove The material was thin and she had placed my hand dangerously close to her left breast. I could feel her soft stomach beneath the robe, but more alarming was I could feel her nipple, her hard nipple, pressing into my arm. When I was a kid I would always give in to the pout because Mom said it meant she was sad. When I got older and started thinking about and eventually having sex, I realized it worked on dad because mom had amazing lips. Full and soft, I knew what that pout made my father think of.
I sighed as I wondered what dad would think if he knew that several times in the last couple of weeks his son had envisioned those lip doing exactly what they did for him. No sooner had that thought entered my mind I was confronted with the image of my mother on her knees looking up at me. Her blue eyes were wide and her lips pushed into that irresistible pout. I forced myself to get out of the car and walk quickly along the fence in order to clear my head before I began replaying that dream.
He put his hand up and gave an awkward wave at my mother who I had figured had looked up, and even from where I was I could see him turning red. He stood up and after saying something to his friends they entered his house. As soon as I did I felt my stomach sink. There were two suitcases in the hallway which meant dad was going on the road. For years my father had been an inside sales rep for a company that manufactured custom car parts, but due to my starting college had taken a position in the outside sales division to make some extra commissions.
I felt bad because he was now traveling two to three days a week and I knew it was hard on him and mom who even after twenty years of marriage were very close. That thought was cut off when it hit me that dad starting the new job was right about the time mom had started dressing differently.
Was she trying to keep my father happier when he was here because she thought he would stray? Or maybe just trying to make his time at home more enjoyable?
As I entered the living room and made my way into the kitchen I figured that was not only a good explanation for her new wardrobe, but could explain her increased affection for me.
Maybe she was lonely without dad around. The two of them were downright sickening with the way they were all over each other so perhaps she was…what was the word, needy? Opening the fridge and popping open a Coke, I shook my head; dad leaving was not going to help my dilemma with my mother. The nights he was gone were the ones mom seemed to act more like an attention starved girlfriend. Unfortunately dad had talked about doing this for at least six months and all I could do was hope mom would get used to it and go back to being normal.
I was going to head upstairs to study when my phone beeped telling me I had a text. I removed it from my pocket and saw it was from mom. Seeing me looking, she beckoned me with her finger. I swallowed hard and with an air of resignation walked out onto the deck. When I went down the stairs of the deck and approached the pool mom stood up and tossed the towel off.
Oh, fuck me; I thought when I saw what was beneath it. Mom was wearing a red bikini that seemed as if it were little more than lingerie. Mom was pretty ample in the chest department and the skimpy top looked as if it could barely contain her. The material of the top covered little more than half of her tits and even from across the pool I could see the tops of her smooth creamy breasts and forced my eyes downward.
That was a big mistake as the bottom of the suit if possible was even more revealing. The suit looked more like a thong which tied around her hips leaving her entire leg exposed. I heard a splash and opened my eyes to see mom had jumped in and was swimming towards me. My heart pounded as I watched her body stretched out under the water as she propelled herself using those long well shaped legs.
The water of the pool was crystal clear and I could see the back of the bikini was just as flimsy as the front. I found myself staring at the firm well rounded cheeks of her ass as she approached and with a feeling of alarm became aware of my cock beginning to twitch between my legs. Mom reached my side and coming up from under the water, rested her forearms on the edge of the pool and smiled up at me. The bathing suit had slid slightly to the side as she had risen from the water and as I stared down at her breasts I could see the light pink skin surrounding her nipples.
At forty one, mom was still damn beautiful. Her features were smooth and unmarred by even the smallest wrinkles. Her big baby blue eyes were wide and bright and of course there were those perfect lips.
Mom calling me baby was another new thing that had started in the last few weeks. Now that I had been having inappropriate thoughts, the idea of her calling me baby had a far from innocent sound to it. I stepped back so quickly I tripped over my own foot and fell backwards. Luckily I had been standing in front of one of the lounge chairs and sat down heavily into it. Mom clapped her hands. She was staring into my eyes and I sat there, unable to look away as she approached.
Her tits were hanging down and threatening to spill out of the top and I could see straight down between to the pink skin of her nipples. Mom was smiling as she approached, but it seemed different; more playful, as if she knew I was looking. Mom came up to the chair and to my horror, knelt there between my legs looking up at me.
Instead, she reached out and grabbing the bottom of my shirt, started to pull it up. I refused to move my hands and with a frown she grabbed my forearm and started to pull it upwards. Why are you mad? I was now confronted with her tits at eye level as well as the sight of her flat hard stomach to which she had recently added a ruby stud piercing in her naval.
Jack and his friends were all but drooling over you. I work hard to stay in shape and I like being rewarded for it. We should love together and have fun together, even if it seems odd.
When we spoke, dad said I was very sexy and he wished I would show it more. The thought hit me like a slap in the face. That was all this was about. She was older, dad was going to be around younger women, she was worried she might not still have it and was trying to turn back the clock. I felt a wave of relief flood through me. That could even explain her wanting more attention and affection from me.
I was no longer her little boy which to her was another sign of her age. What are you looking at on that lap top of yours? In fact I was thinking of it when Jack was staring at me, thinking about what he would do to me. Mom put her arm around me and surprised me by giving me a hug that left her tits pressing against my chest. Mom quickly made it worse with her next remark. My fear was causing my erection to dwindle, but not quickly enough.
Mom looked at my hands first as if she thought I was hiding something in them, which made me feel a little better, but then her eyes dropped to my lap and I saw them widen.
I followed her gaze and had to stifle a groan at the obvious bulge in my shorts. Dad was a couple of years older than mom, but except for a few grays near his temples looked much younger. I definitely took after him, having the same thick black hair and a pair of deep green eyes that got me a lot of compliments from the girls.
I was a little shorter than dad and as of right now, not quite as broadly built, but the time at the gym was paying off and I had bet him I would be able to beat him at arm wrestling before the year was out. It might be a little awkward for you with your friends, but you can deal with it. What do you mean uncomfortable? What was I supposed to do, tell my father my mother was getting me horny? It makes her feel good. I sat up quickly in the recliner then rolled my eyes when I realized it was only the TV.