Late Night Movie With Mum_(1)

“Alex time for class!” A knock on my door pulled me out of my slumber, as my mother poked her head into my room to get me up for the day. Like every week day my mother had the impeccable timing of waking me up before my alarm would go off at 7:30. I tossed in bed a little and gave a small groan as the sheer shifted on top of me and began to sit up. This was enough to show she had done her job and she gave me a small smile before heading downstairs presumably to make breakfast.

As I pulled myself out of bed and to my feet I realised my cock was hard and erect, I let out a groan as I contemplated taking care of if before heading down stairs. The tent formed in the front of my pants was obvious. It wasn’t anything special down there just above six inches but it was thick. For a moment the thought crossed my mind that my mother might have noticed the tent pitched inside my bed. I quickly lost track of those thoughts as my mother called out to me again about breakfast. I pulled on a shirt and a pair of shorts to wear over my briefs and headed down stairs.

Now my mum wasn’t a crazy, stunning woman with the body of a twenty-year-old. She was 5’7 and was a little bit curvier for her size. Here straight black hair hung just below her shoulders, was often done up in some kind of bun. Rich brown eyes and black rimmed glasses on her face. With pale skin mainly from working in offices all day. Her 36DD were her real asset, and her wide hips that lead to what only could be described as an incredibly fat ass. That’s the sight I was greeted to as my own mother was bent down getting something from the fridge. With her black skirt pulled tightly around her large ass. I stood there distracted for a moment just staring at her behind.

“Still sleeping, are we?” she asked as she stood up and caught me staring, I figured she must have thought I was daydreaming or just lost on thought. “How many eggs did you want?” she asked again completely breaking me out of mesmerised state. “Uhh 2 is fine and some toast if that’s okay.” I finally responded. I didn’t often stare or fantasise about my own mother, but the internet has become littered with that sort of porn, so of course the thought drifted across my mind from time to time. I wouldn’t try and perv on her, but on occasion I would be able to catch a glimpse or her or the sight of her would make me realise she is a woman. I don’t think she knew her son thought of her like that, and surely it would manifest into disgust if she did.

I took a seat at the kitchen table and realised that staring at my own mothers are did nothing to help aide in the erection I had throbbing in my shorts. As my mother made breakfast, we made some small talk about her work, my university work, about dad coming home next Wednesday. My dad worked away most of the time, which was just a part of our lives. I am sure it put some strain on my parents’ marriage but they both seemed happy and able to manage the arrangement. Then as my mother was serving up breakfast the subject moved onto girls, as it often would and my lack of interest in them.

“I mean it would be nice to have a girlfriend for the obvious reasons, but beyond that it would just be a lot of work. Plus, with all my classes lately, I just don’t have the energy to do anything besides study, work and sleep.” I said as I sort of went on a diatribe of excuses as to why I didn’t have a girlfriend at the moment. It’s not that I didn’t want one, or couldn’t get one. I mean I was an average looking guy, but it’s more that I just didn’t have an interest in spending that energy.

“No energy?” My mother let out a small laugh at that comment. “God, the youth really is wasted on the young.” She teased before I shot back. “Well I mean, you do everything for me so I don’t really need a girlfriend right now anyway.”

“I don’t think I take care of everything a young man needs, and I think I should start making you do your own washing and cooking from now on.” She responded.