SORRY MOM 2/2

Did that really happen I thought to myself, a handjob from my own mother? Did I really just cum down into her shirt? And did she not even say a word after it happened? ………. Knowing that my interview was about to start, I got out of the car and went to room 21, what do I say when I get there? Is Mom even there? ……All these question ran through my head. As soon as I walked close to my room, I saw my mom waiting at the door for me, and as soon we made eye contact she opened the door to the room and I followed her in, I couldn’t help but stare at her ass while she walked in…… What I would pay to grab a handfull of that ass, that ass was to die for, all my friends even joked about her, calling her a milf and what not,…… the last two days helped me to realise why she was my mom that I wanted to fuck…..

The interview was pretty ordinary , there were not many things to improve on academically, this was probabley because I either spent my time jacking of or studying. Mr Spaleney was a good teacher, but he was still a bit harsh when it came to my grades. After the short interview, all the parents were sent into the school gym where principle Franklin would talk to them, this meant that i had time to go talk to Oliver , long story short, Oliver wanted me to come to his house that night, and this was perfect, as this meant that I did not have to get into a situation with my mom where we had to talk about what happened earlier. Oliver is my best friends by the way

Me: Oliver invited me to his tonight
Mom: Ok
Boy was that a relief , this gave me time to think……. Think about what I would say to her when I got home the next day.


The next morning Mom came to pick me up, the car ride home was more Awkward than the one going to school. Not a word was said the entire ride , how long will this go on for I wondered…..Once we arrived home I went straight to my room and shut the door behind me,closing the blinds, I put on my headphones and drifted off to sleep. Images of the day before came into my head , Mom kneeling down in front of me, her blue eyes staring at mine, her cleavage on full display and most of all, her soft hand wrapped around my hard dick. After a short nap I ended up waking up at around mid day, walking down stairs, I could smell the sweet aroma of my moms famous chicken pie, “we need to talk”, “come sit down” .