There was a large mirror on the wall of the washroom and I turned to look at myself. Mom moved to the side of me and as we looked together, I tried to imagine what my Aunt Brenda and Erika will think when they see my cock poking out like this. Secretly, I liked the idea very much, but, my face flushed beet red at what I saw in the mirror. Here I was with my mother, almost nineteen years old, wearing my sister’s training bra and very feminine red silk panties. My purple cock head was sticking out in plain view, completely visible for everyone to see. I felt deliciously obscene, even nasty, yet incredibly good.
“Bobby,” my mother whispered – trying to break me out of my trance – “it’s time. I’m sure they’re waiting for us by now.”
As I looked at myself for one last second in the mirror, hundreds of thoughts and memories all came together in a single point of time and something clicked inside my brain to form a crystal clear picture of what was going on. This bizarre set of unbelievable events was orchestrated completely for my pleasure. In fact, I suddenly recognized that every event from this day had been meant to fulfill my own fantasies.
All these things mom did, including the things she said and the way she teased me and gently humiliated me – all those ideas came from me! I reflected back to where I told her I wanted to be stripped and exposed to my sister and to others. I told her how I wanted to be embarrassed and humiliated. I most definitely told her I wanted to be submissive. I told her so many intimate and personal things, and being the loving mother she is, she was making it all happen for me — just the way I told her.
It only took an instant for everything to become obvious, and regardless of the path that brought me to this exact point, I was here because I asked my mother to bring me here.
I was suddenly overcome with emotion. I felt like my throat was swelling up as I turned to her. “Thank you for doing all this for me.” I said, looking deeply into her eyes, seeing her tenderness and boundless love she had for me. “Mom, I love you. I can’t believe you’ve gone to all this effort just for me.”
Her eyes got teary and she hugged me to her. “Oh! I love you too, baby.”
I took a step ahead of her toward the door. “Bobby, uh, hold on a minute.” She said.
When I turned back to her, she was looking up at me and franticly trying to get her slacks undone. “I can’t believe I’m doing this!” She said.
I watched in wonder as she pushed her slacks down enough to shove a hand down into her panties. She reached out to me and when I stepped closer to her, her free hand went directly to my cock as it poked out of my panties.
“I’m sorry, baby. I can’t wait anymore. I’ve been looking at your dick all day…. and I know what’s going to happen to you out there….. and it’s making me so hot! Just give me a minute….. I only need a minute…. to cum.” She begged.
The sloppy, squishy sounds of her fingers moving in and out of her lubricious pussy were echoing against the walls of the washroom. Her eyes were half closed and her head was thrown back and every few seconds, she opened her eyes to look at me.
Glancing up at my face, she pointed to one of the thick, padded stools against the wall and asked me to pull one of them over. “Now, sit,” she instructed, once I had the stool where she wanted it, “this won’t take long.”
As I set on the stool, she pushed her slacks and panties down to the floor and stepped out of them. She turned me so I straddled the stool and then she stepped in front of me and reached down to free my cock, tucking my red panties down under my balls. Then, placing one hand on my shoulder to steady herself, she moved closer until her chest was right in my face. “Just be still for a minute, Bobby.” She instructed.
Curiously, I watched as she reached down to her pussy. With her left hand, she guided my cock to her drooling pussy lips and began rubbing my cock along the length of her slit. At the same time, she resumed masturbating herself with her right hand.
Looking up, I saw her staring down at me. “I just need to cum,” she said, “you can understand that, right?” “Of course.” I replied.
I have to admit, my first thought was to reach up to grab her hips and pull her down onto my cock. It would be simple to do and I could do it so fast she wouldn’t be able to stop me. In a matter of seconds, I could have her impaled on my rod and finally be deep inside the pussy I desperately lusted for.
“Oh, Bobby….” She moaned. “You don’t know how hard it is to resist sitting down on you and taking your beautiful cock all the way inside me. Do you have any idea how bad I want to be your first lover? Do you know how much I want you to make love to me so I can feel my baby’s hot sperm squirting inside me? I’m sorry for saying all of this to you, especially right now, but I can’t pretend anymore.”
She was panting and steering my pole up and down her slit. I could feel it when she paused, holding my cock at the entrance of her pussy, and each time she did, I waiting for her to say “Fuck it” and sit down on me.
But, despite my dreams and desire to feel her warm pussy cover my cock, I remained a good boy and didn’t do anything to interrupt her. Instead, I reached up and cupped both her breasts in my hands and gently felt around for her nipples as she brought herself closer and closer to her orgasm.
“Oh, baby… I’m so close to cumming . . . Hold me, baby…. I’m gonna cum!” She panted.
She started to grunt and press her chest into me. She leaned down, burying her face into the crook of my neck to stifle her moans and as I held her, mother shuddered and then finally gasped as she went limp. I prayed for her knees to weaken – forcing her to sink down – allowing my cock to find its way through the soft, wet folds of her labia, but it didn’t happen. She simply stepped back and stood there with her eyes closed until her breathing returned to normal. After a minute, she stepped forward again and sat on my legs, scooting up to where my hard cock was pushing against her stomach. Quietly, we hugged and kissed and I was filled with feelings of satisfaction and a longing to hold her as long as she would let me.
Finally, she leaned away from me and held her right hand up to my face. Closing my eyes and sniffing in my mother’s feminine aroma, a deep feeling of love and contentment flooded over me. Softly, almost like she was too weak to talk after her orgasm, she asked, “This is going to sound stupid, but….. will you promise me you won’t fuck your aunt or that Erika girl today? Please?”
“Where did all of this come from?” I wondered.
I could almost make a case that the whole reason for coming here was to let Aunt Brenda take my virginity. I could understand why she didn’t want me to fuck Erika — I mean, she was kind of a stranger to us. But, Aunt Brenda was family. Mom let her suck my cock a few minutes ago and I just sucked her pussy out. What would be so bad about fucking my aunt?
But, her words seemed urgent and I detected that she was almost on the verge of crying when she asked me. “I’m not kidding, Bobby.” She added. “It would hurt me if you fucked one of them.”
So, why would it hurt her? We both knew mom and I could never make love together. Was she just jealous of my aunt or Erika?
“Oh, wait a minute!” I thought. “Of course! She’s going to let me fuck my sister, Linda!”
She told me in the car she and dad decided it was okay if my sister and I had sex together. Mom wants me to hold off today so my sister can take my virginity! My mind started to race with all the different possibilities. Mom told me herself that dad was going to have “the talk” with my sister this afternoon, right? He’s probably going to start setting it up for me. “Holy Fucking Shit!” I thought.
That has to be it! That’s got to be the surprise mom promised me…. she said I would get it later… I bet dad is home right now telling Linda all about it. Maybe he’s got his cock shoved down her throat at this very second getting her all warmed up for me. Damn, it doesn’t get any better than this!
“Bobby? Promise me you won’t let them trick you into fucking them!” I snapped out of my wishful trace to hear her ask me again.
“Mom, you don’t need to worry about it…. I promise.” I answered. “Actually, just so you know…. my plan is to wait until you get so horny you can’t stand it – like a few minutes ago, and then the next time you tell me how bad you want my cock, I’m just going to bend you over and slip it in from behind.”
She laughed, thinking I was making a joke. Well, maybe it was a joke to her, but little did she know I was dead serious. If I ever hear her say those things again, that’s exactly what I’m going to do and I’ll deal with the consequences later.
Having answered her, I was about to put her sweet, juicy fingers in my mouth when she stopped me. “Hold on a second, baby.” She said.
She held her fingers under my nose and wiped her thick female juices on my upper lip and right under my nostrils. “I want you to remember your promise out there,” she whispered, “and if you start thinking about pussy, I want it to be mine you’re thinking about.” Then she slowly pushed her fingers into my mouth and I sucked every bit of her divine juices from them.
When I finished cleaning her fingers, she turned and picked up her panties and slacks from the floor and started dressing. “Maybe I’ll keep these off for now,” she said, holding up her panties and giving me a sly giggle, “we just might find a use for them soon.”
Mom turned and stood in front of the mirror as she adjusted her blouse and tucked it into her slacks. Then she used a tissue to dab around her eyes and lastly, fidgeted with her hair for a few seconds. “Okay,” she said, smiling “Now I’m ready.”
“I’m ready, too” I said, “Promise you’ll stay with me the whole time?” I asked.