MOM IS A CLOSET SLUT PART 3

It was only about 78 degrees outside but I was sweating profusely as I stood on the porch of the trailer preparing to enter. It was 11:20am and I knew mom was expecting me back any minute. I could not get over the extreme awkwardness I was already feeling before going inside. I had spent the morning watching my mother… the woman who raised me my whole life… fuck herself silly with a double headed dildo until she squirted all over her bedroom.

Disgust and shame for my sinful lusts have completely fled my mind and body. I no longer cared that my lust was wrong. All I knew is that I loved my mother. I loved her on a level that is beyond any boy had ever loved his mother. Yet I was absolutely terrified to see her at this moment.

I took a series of big breaths trying to calm myself. I gulped loud and opened the door and entered. Mom was sitting on the couch as I entered. Her face lit up in a glowing manner as if she had just seen me for the first time after my birth.

She stood up from the couch and began to approach me. She was so beautiful at this moment. She was wearing a super tight pink tank top and a black miniskirt. I had never seen my mother dress so provocatively except on the webcam. She was not wearing a bra and her harder than normal nipples were threatening to cut straight through the material. Even though I had no spunk in the tanks, I felt my dick twitch at the sight of her. She looked trashy and slutty… And I loved every single inch of her.

Mom swayed up to me and was almost hopping as she approached with open arms. She wrapped me in a strong hug and I returned the firmness. My face was burried in her massive melons and as we swayed in out embrace, her jugs slapped the sides of my face. My dick jerked to attention again like a dog that wont stop barking.

Trying to pretend I didn’t understand her enthusiasm I asked “what’s up with you mom?”

“Nothing sweetie… I just missed you.” she clenched tighter and burried her left nipple directly into my cheek. I was in heaven and would be okay if I never moved from this exact position.

Mom finally released her embrace and bent down to kiss me like normal. Only this time was a longer kiss. Same firm lips, same position, but longer and slightly firmer than ever before. I wanted nothing more than to open my mouth and give her a kiss from a man but I resisted. Mom eventually broke our clasp and pulled me to the couch by the hand. She told me to sit down and she would bring my lunch to eat while watching tv. This was something she never let me do and I was certainly going to take advantage of it. It was also nice to sit and cover my lap with a couch pillow.

She handed me the remote and walked towards the kitchen. Although the skirt she was wearing was a little longer than the one she wore earlier during her performance, it was still super short compared to anything else I had ever seen in person.

She approached the stove and bent down as she opened the oven door to check on the contents inside. I should have done it. I should have blown my goo in my shorts if I had much of any cum left. Because as mom bent over she displayed her perfectly bald pantyless cunt to me. I knew she didn’t have to bend over quite that far to check inside, nor as long, but I thank god she did. I imagined how bad ass it would be to freeze time, stroll over to her and fucking her brains out. OMG I wanted her so bad.

Slowly but inevitably mom pulled the chicken from the oven. She made our plates and brought me one. We ate in silence except for the tv. She sat next to me on the couch and I caught her glancing at me from time to time. I only know this because every time she looked at me, I turned my attention back to the tv from oogling her.

Mom was the first to speak when she said “I’m going out for an hour or so this evening. Is their anything I can get you while I’m out?” I declined her offer, not because I didn’t want anything, but because I could not think of anything other than the task at hand. Conversation resumed as normal as if her slutty dressing was the elephant in the room we did not mention.

After lunch I told mom I was taking a shower. I stepped into the bathroom, turned on the water, and opened the cupboard door. I found my shaving crème (that I only used once or twice a month to shave my peach fuzz) and my way too expensive for my age 5 blade razor. I stood in the shower preparing to embark on a journey I had never really considered before. But mom said how much she liked a shaved dick, and if their was any chance I was going to get her to touch it, then I would have to get this deed done.

I lathered up my dick and balls for a long time while I mustered up the courage to bring such a sharp object to my most cherished items. I finally covered my nether region with a heavy coat of shaving cream with my razor in hand. I took a series of heavy breaths before making my first pass over my pubic area. I really don’t know why I had so much build up because it really wasn’t that bad.