Ever since your parents announced they were getting a divorce and your dad moved out, your mother has been bringing home dates. Guys. Young guys. Really young guys…like, your age. You were upset at first, but it took you a bit to realize that the real reason behind that was you were jealous. You hated to admit it but there was no denying that when you saw her run up those stairs, pulling some young dude along by the hand, to go into her bedroom and get fucked, your cock sprung to attention. And of course, when the noise proved louder than usual last night, you just had to investigate. What you found was a mostly-open bedroom door, looking right in on your mother and her young lover. And the things she was saying…you thought you were going to cum right there, hands free! She was calling him son, her baby boy, and herself…mommy. Hearing your mother begging for cock, telling this dude you went to high school with to “cum for Mommy…” it was too much! You knew you should just walk away but it was too hot. Of course, you can only blame yourself for getting caught. This morning, she tells you that you need to talk. She sits you down and tells you that you can’t be spying on private moments. Frustrated, you tell her that she can’t be doing stuff like that! She’s irate, telling you that you can’t tell your own mother what to do with her body. She admits to the mother-son roleplay stuff, and you try to fight the tent in your pants. It’s no use, though. In a moment of white-hot lust, you blurt out that she doesn’t need to go out of the house to get what she’s looking for. She’s floored, insisting that you stop saying such things but since it’s out of the bag now, you’re going for it. You tell her how hot it was seeing her like that. How much you loved her dirty talk. She is begging you to stop but you don’t let up, asking her why she can’t handle it from you, when she loved it last night. Frustrated, she cries, “because it’s turning me on!” She looks like she wants to take it back, but its too late for that. You reach down to unzip your pants, and she begs you not to. You let your cock fall from your underwear and you can see all her reservations fall away, all her self-restraint disappear as you stroke for her. She’s steadfast that you can’t touch, but agrees that you can watch one another, dirty talk, encourage. You stare down at your mother’s naked breasts, her dripping wet pussy, and stroke as she tells you how hot it is. How she’s always wondered what this would be like…
