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It was 18 years since she saw Daniel, her memory of that last night they shared was fading into nothingness. Every morning when she woke, he was still her first thought, and every night before she drifted off to sleep it was him that her mind was straining to remember. Even after 18 years of not seeing his beautiful face, touching his skin or hearing his voice, she was still completely besotted. Although he was in the back of her mind all day, every day, no matter how busy she was, it had become her routine to dedicate that first 10 minutes of her day to thinking of him. And however long it would take her to drift off to sleep of an evening. Some nights she lay awake for hours running through every scenario between them that she could possibly remember in as much detail as she could muster. But every year that passed, those memories where a little more vague.
She wondered where he was, what he was doing, how he had aged, but the most crippling thought that always seemed to come to mind, no matter how hard she tried to push it aside: was he alone, or had he moved on with somebody else? She was torn between wanting him to be happy, in whatever way he could find happiness, and being completely jealous and possessive. Part of her hoped he was alone. Miserable even. Despite the intensity of her love for him, she was angry that he had left her. Not even knowing that they shared a child, and not caring that their precious child had never had a father figure growing up. When she really thought about it, she grew more and more bitter, that her Daniel, who had always promised to love her and to look after her wasn't there. And worse still, her beautiful boy had missed out on so much because of this.
Rowan was the spitting image of his dad. He wasn't particularly tall, 5'11 or so, but he was well built and so handsome. Blue eyes and thick brown hair with that same reddish tinge that she adored about his father. The same broad, strong shoulders, but with his 34 inch waist he was more slight. His build was athletic, 12 years of football training meant he could pretty much eat whatever he wanted, and still maintain his perfect physique. His mother had got him straight into football, as soon as he was old enough, a desperate attempt to make an exact copy of his absent father. Which of course was ridiculous, however she couldn't help but see the similarities between the two of them. Especially as Roman was now becoming a man.
Despite being a single parent, she had brought him up well. He was intelligent, kind hearted, and she had made absolutely sure that he was always respectful to women. The bond between mother and son was unbreakable, they were close. As it had always been just the two of them, they had formed a much closer relationship than most mothers and sons. When he was younger he would often climb into her bed in the middle of the night, and she appreciated the company and the cuddles they shared. She was lonely and she loved her son more than anything.
It wasn't until he turned 18 that she felt things change slightly. It began with him looking at her for just a little too long at times. And any opportunity for his hands to be on her in any way, he would take. She then noticed his eyes wandering when she spoke to him, he would often find it difficult to maintain eye contact, as her perky breasts were all too enticing. She put all of this down to his hormones, and just brushed it off. After all he was a red blooded male, and although she was now 45, it was no secret that she was still hot. His friends from college would tease him about his mum being a 'milf', and although Rowan would argue back and tell them they were sickos, he knew it too.
The subtle signs that he was seeing his mother in a different light developed into more obvious acts of affection. She noticed him cuddle her more, and hold her for longer each time. He started to make a habit of cuddling her from behind, his hands on her hips, and she couldn't ignore the fact that he would nuzzle his face into her blonde hair breathing her in longingly, and she would occasionally feel a bulge pressed against her bottom. She brushed off these warning signs too. They had always been close, and she would tell herself that it was just due to that. She had to admit to herself though, that it was strange that he had never brought home a girlfriend, it wasn't down to a lack of offers from pretty girls, that's for sure. He was absolutely gorgeous and could have anybody he liked.
Despite her best efforts to ignore the fact that her son was coming onto her, she gradually began to feel herself drawn towards him. It had been a very long time since a man touched her like this, she was lonely and the attention from a young handsome man flattered her. Whenever she felt herself looking at him in the wrong way, she had to remind herself that he was her son and that it was wrong to feel any sort of sexual attraction towards him. But this didn't seem to stop the chemistry between gaziantep escort kadın (http://www.gaziantepgazetesi.com/kategori/gaziantep-escort-kadin) them.
One day as she went into his bedroom to put his clean washing away, she caught a glimpse of him completely naked. He had left the en-suite door open while showering. He can't have been in there long as the shower door hadn't yet steamed up, and she saw everything. His right hand was on his cock, tugging aggressively. She dropped the washing on the floor shocked, and embarrassed to see him this way and quickly left the room apologising frantically as she went. She tried to forget that it had happened, but the image of him stood there under the running water one hand on his sizeable erection was etched on her brain. And every time she thought about it, and how it made her feel, her cheeks flushed red with a mixture of embarrassment and shame. That's your little boy you're perving on, she would tell herself. But the truth was he wasn't her little boy anymore. He was a young man, and a sexy one at that.
She had managed to avoid him for the entire evening of their awkward encounter. And as she lay in bed that night she started to wonder why on earth he would leave the door wide open if he was planning on masturbating in the shower while she was in the house. Did he want her to catch him? She tried to convince herself that she hadn't enjoyed the view earlier that day. It was an honest mistake she told herself and nothing more than that. However the longer she went over the events of that day in her head, in an effort to convince herself that she felt nothing towards him, she felt her pussy twitching and becoming wetter. She tried to focus on getting to sleep, thinking of anything other than the obvious need she felt to relieve herself of her sexual desire. After an hour of tossing and turning, she gave in. She had to be up for work in 7 hours, and she wasn't even close to feeling sleepy. After all, she knew she always slept so much better after an orgasm.
Reaching for her vibrator in the bed side table, and quickly taking off her pyjama shorts she began to pleasure herself whilst thinking of her naked son and his huge manhood. At first it did feel wrong, and she knew it was. But after a couple of minutes she had forgotten all about the guilt she first felt, her body was overcome with pleasure and she reached her climax.
Once her orgasm had subsided, a pang of guilt was back. She hadn't actually done anything wrong though, she kept telling herself. It was just an innocent wank. But the thing that worried her most was that it was the most intense pleasure she had felt down there since Daniel had left her, and she was definitely planning on making a habit of using the thought of her 18 year old son as wanking material.
The next day over breakfast she was surprised that it didn't feel awkward between them. She had dreaded the first time seeing him, since last night when she had seen all of him. But the usual routine continued, as normal. He made her a cup of tea, as he always did and they sat down at the table in the kitchen while he ate his porridge. There was no awkwardness between them at all, in fact he had a cheeky look on his face all morning, as if her catching him in the act was some sort of victory for him. She was glad that he knew nothing of her own masturbation that same evening, not wanting to lead him on in any way. He broke the silence, 'did you sleep well mum?'
'Yes thank you darling, best night's sleep I've had in ages.'
He smirked across the table, but said nothing in return. She felt herself get hot and began to fidget in her chair. Now she did feel uncomfortable, and she knew that her cheeks were burning pink. 'What's the matter mum?' He said, now grinning from ear to ear. He was teasing her, and she knew it. She got up from the table abruptly and shot him a glare, 'you know it was an accident me walking into your bedroom last night to find you...' she trailed off.
'To find me what?' He teased with a chuckle.
'Oh don't be so immature Rowan! You know what I saw. And I'm telling you now it was an honest mistake.'
'Okay, okay! Calm down mum, it's really no big deal. You've seen it all before anyway.'
'Yes, when you were 6! It's completely different now.' Her voice sounded shrill, hysterical.
'Mum it's fine, chill out,' he replied.
She breathed in deeply, to try to calm her voice. 'I'm sorry, I didn't mean to walk in on you doing that, alright?'
'You sure mum? Sounds like you're trying to convince yourself more than me.' His nonchalant tone was verging on arrogant. And he stood up, having finished his porridge to put his bowl into the sink.
She didn't know what to say. He was right, she did sound as if she was trying to convince herself, and she was. He turned to face her, and looked her dead in the eyes. They held each other's gaze intensely for a moment before he placed his hands on her waist and escort gaziantep kadın (http://www.gaziantepgazetesi.com/kategori/gaziantep-escort-kadin) said, 'I didn't mean to upset you mum, I was just joking around.' He could tell that he had over stepped the line, and that she was quite clearly upset and angry. He pulled her towards him and squeezed her tightly in his strong arms. He didn't mean to upset her, that much was true. However the stern look on her face and the way she would purse her lips when she was annoyed, did really turn him on. She buried her face into his shoulder, and wrapped her arms around his neck. 'So am I forgiven then?' He asked softly.
'What for being a little pervert to your mother?' She was now giggling a little, and he knew he was forgiven. He kissed her on the cheek gently, and left for college.
A few weeks had passed, and one Friday evening his mother came down the stairs dressed in a skin tight, silky black dress, and a pair of black stilettos. Her long legs looked incredibly smooth, she had quite obviously waxed them for this special occasion. Her long blonde hair was tied up into a messy style ponytail, and she had more makeup on than she would usually wear. She had made a real effort tonight. As she reached the living room, Rowan was sat on the sofa flicking through the TV channels. The clip clop of her high heals on the laminate got his attention instantly, and he looked up to see his mother stood in the doorway, resting her weight on one hip, wearing a skimpy dress and oozing sex appeal. His mouth dropped open. 'Well? What do you think?' She asked, doing a twirl on the spot. He was lost for words and just stared at her for a few moments, looking her up and down, taking in the magnificent view.
After he realised it had been an age since he said anything, he racked his brains for anything to say that wasn't completely inappropriate. 'Wow' was all he could manage. He grabbed a cushion from next to him on the sofa and quickly put it over his lap, in the feeble attempt to hide the enormous bulge that was obviously visible through his loose fitting tracksuit bottoms. 'Where the hell are you going dressed like that mum?' His voice was filled with jealousy. He was very protective over his mum, and he knew full well that she didn't dress up like that to go out with the girls.
'I've got a date,' she announced. It wasn't the first date she'd been on since Rowan was born, however there had only been a handful of occasions where she had put herself out there in the hope to find a nice man to fill the huge void that was left in her life since Daniel had gone.
Her son looked at her with jealousy written all over his beautiful face, but said nothing.
She turned her back to him, and looked over her shoulder, 'is the dress too much? Be honest please.' She was referring to the backless element of the figure hugging mini dress. He could see the entirety of her toned back, right down to where the top of her underwear would be. The tattoos that she usually covered were also on display, and the curve of her arse was blatant. 'Too slutty?' She asked nervously. 'Come on Rowan, say something! I'm going to be late, he'll be here any minute and if I need to change he'll be waiting.'
'You look incredible mum. Beautiful.'
She was relieved at his approval, and leant over to give him a kiss goodbye on the cheek. 'Thank you baby, I won't be out late. There's pizza in the fridge for you.'
'Thank you mum' he replied. 'Be careful tonight, and don't let him treat you bad. You're way too good for the men out there.'
'You've not even met him yet.' She protested.
'I just know mum, nobody is good enough for you.'
'You're sweet darling, I'll see you later on, okay?' And with that she grabbed her clutch bag and left the house.
He sat on the sofa for only five minutes longer, still in shock at the sexy outfit his mother had just left the house in. She was confident, even at her age she knew that her figure was good still. He loved her confidence, and it was a rarity to see the tattoos on her back, a real treat. It suddenly occurred to him that the backless dress she was wearing meant she couldn't possibly have been wearing a bra. It would have spoiled the look, and he was certain that he didn't see any sign of a bra strap across her back. The thought was too much, he threw the cushion aside and raced upstairs to his bedroom. The bulge in his tracksuit bottoms was growing stronger than ever, pressed against the material now. He lay on his bed and pulled down his trackies frantically. He was ridiculously turned on and his huge cock sprang free. As soon as he put his hand on his hard dick and began to pull back his foreskin slightly, a bead of pre cum was visible on the end. He began to jerk himself off, with the image of his mum in that little black dress fresh in his mind.
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On his mother's arrival home Rowan was on the sofa, fast asleep with the football on in the background. She quietly took her shoes off and went to the kitchen for a glass of water to take to bed. She had enjoyed a couple of glasses of wine with dinner and was feeling a little giddy. Knowing she would feel it tomorrow, she thought best be prepared with a glass of water, and she swallowed two paracetamols in anticipation for a hangover. As she tiptoed back through the living room, she switched off the tv and took the fleeced throw from the back of the sofa, to cover Rowan up with it. She reminisced of the years when she was able to carry him upstairs to bed if he nodded off on the sofa. But of course she didn't stand a chance now, so she just covered him over so he wouldn't feel the cold. She leant over and kissed his forehead, gently stroking his hair and then headed off to bed. As she walked towards the doorway she must have disturbed him. In a sleepy voice he asked her 'how was your date mum? I missed you tonight'
She turned to look at him and replied causally that it had been nice. He gestured for her to come towards him with his arms outstretched, she obliged. 'Give me a cuddle and kiss goodnight then mum.' He asked with a little smile. Again she obliged. She placed her hand on his leg which was covered by the throw, and leant over to kiss him on the cheek once more. As she got closer to his face she could smell alcohol on his breath, he must have had a few ciders while she was out. Perhaps this is what gave him the courage to do what happened next.
She pecked him on the cheek gently, and he took this opportunity to grab her around the waist and pulled her onto him as he lay back onto the sofa.
'Rowan!' She squealed. 'What on earth are you doing?!' By this time she was straddling him, legs open and they were then face to face laid on the sofa. He said nothing, but as she attempted to pull away and stand up, he held onto her tightly so she was unable to move. She looked him in the eye and could see nothing but lust. She recognised the look on his face very well, it was as if she was looking at his father in that moment, not her son. He ran his hands down her body to her bottom and squeezed both her arse cheeks into his hands firmly.
'Stop it' she said, but as soon as the words left her mouth she could hear the insincerity in her voice. He wasn't listening one bit, and began kissing her neck and down towards her cleavage. By this point she knew what was about to happen to her. And even if she had truly wanted to stop him, which she didn't, she would have been powerless to stop him getting his way.
He continued kissing her neck and chest, his strong hands were all over her body, and he wasn't being gentle with her, not in the slightest. He took the straps of her dress off her shoulders and gave it a tug downwards, revealing her pert breasts. He had been mentally undressing her for years now, but he hadn't expected the real thing to be this perfect. Her nipples were hard, and perfectly in proportion to her D cup breasts. Instinctively he took one of her erect nipples into his mouth and immediately sucked hard, whilst her other breast was in his hand. She moaned loudly, having tried her hardest to resist him for several minutes it was now too much. She could no longer pretend that she didn't want this. After a few minutes of him greedily sucking and biting both her nipples in turn, he lifted her dress and spanked her forcefully on the arse. It stung her cheek, and the slapping noise rang in her ears.
Next thing she knew he had flipped her over onto her back, and pulled off her entire dress, leaving her laying there completely naked except for a tiny black thong. He knelt up between her legs to admire the view. She watched his eyes go up and down, taking in her whole body, and he quickly removed his top and tracksuit bottoms. There was an obvious wet patch on the front of his boxers, and his boner was impressive. He wasn't wasting any time now, instead of removing her thong carefully, he took the material between his fingers and ripped them off her whilst hungrily kissing and licking her stomach. She heard the material tear, and looked down at him in disbelief. 'Jesus' she said in shock. He was an animal. And she could feel herself getting wetter by the minute.
Rowan spread his mother's legs open forcefully, and admired her perfectly smooth pussy. His fingers dug into her thighs as he held her legs apart, leaving little red marks on her legs when he let go.
She wondered where he was, what he was doing, how he had aged, but the most crippling thought that always seemed to come to mind, no matter how hard she tried to push it aside: was he alone, or had he moved on with somebody else? She was torn between wanting him to be happy, in whatever way he could find happiness, and being completely jealous and possessive. Part of her hoped he was alone. Miserable even. Despite the intensity of her love for him, she was angry that he had left her. Not even knowing that they shared a child, and not caring that their precious child had never had a father figure growing up. When she really thought about it, she grew more and more bitter, that her Daniel, who had always promised to love her and to look after her wasn't there. And worse still, her beautiful boy had missed out on so much because of this.
Rowan was the spitting image of his dad. He wasn't particularly tall, 5'11 or so, but he was well built and so handsome. Blue eyes and thick brown hair with that same reddish tinge that she adored about his father. The same broad, strong shoulders, but with his 34 inch waist he was more slight. His build was athletic, 12 years of football training meant he could pretty much eat whatever he wanted, and still maintain his perfect physique. His mother had got him straight into football, as soon as he was old enough, a desperate attempt to make an exact copy of his absent father. Which of course was ridiculous, however she couldn't help but see the similarities between the two of them. Especially as Roman was now becoming a man.
Despite being a single parent, she had brought him up well. He was intelligent, kind hearted, and she had made absolutely sure that he was always respectful to women. The bond between mother and son was unbreakable, they were close. As it had always been just the two of them, they had formed a much closer relationship than most mothers and sons. When he was younger he would often climb into her bed in the middle of the night, and she appreciated the company and the cuddles they shared. She was lonely and she loved her son more than anything.
It wasn't until he turned 18 that she felt things change slightly. It began with him looking at her for just a little too long at times. And any opportunity for his hands to be on her in any way, he would take. She then noticed his eyes wandering when she spoke to him, he would often find it difficult to maintain eye contact, as her perky breasts were all too enticing. She put all of this down to his hormones, and just brushed it off. After all he was a red blooded male, and although she was now 45, it was no secret that she was still hot. His friends from college would tease him about his mum being a 'milf', and although Rowan would argue back and tell them they were sickos, he knew it too.
The subtle signs that he was seeing his mother in a different light developed into more obvious acts of affection. She noticed him cuddle her more, and hold her for longer each time. He started to make a habit of cuddling her from behind, his hands on her hips, and she couldn't ignore the fact that he would nuzzle his face into her blonde hair breathing her in longingly, and she would occasionally feel a bulge pressed against her bottom. She brushed off these warning signs too. They had always been close, and she would tell herself that it was just due to that. She had to admit to herself though, that it was strange that he had never brought home a girlfriend, it wasn't down to a lack of offers from pretty girls, that's for sure. He was absolutely gorgeous and could have anybody he liked.
Despite her best efforts to ignore the fact that her son was coming onto her, she gradually began to feel herself drawn towards him. It had been a very long time since a man touched her like this, she was lonely and the attention from a young handsome man flattered her. Whenever she felt herself looking at him in the wrong way, she had to remind herself that he was her son and that it was wrong to feel any sort of sexual attraction towards him. But this didn't seem to stop the chemistry between gaziantep escort kadın (http://www.gaziantepgazetesi.com/kategori/gaziantep-escort-kadin) them.
One day as she went into his bedroom to put his clean washing away, she caught a glimpse of him completely naked. He had left the en-suite door open while showering. He can't have been in there long as the shower door hadn't yet steamed up, and she saw everything. His right hand was on his cock, tugging aggressively. She dropped the washing on the floor shocked, and embarrassed to see him this way and quickly left the room apologising frantically as she went. She tried to forget that it had happened, but the image of him stood there under the running water one hand on his sizeable erection was etched on her brain. And every time she thought about it, and how it made her feel, her cheeks flushed red with a mixture of embarrassment and shame. That's your little boy you're perving on, she would tell herself. But the truth was he wasn't her little boy anymore. He was a young man, and a sexy one at that.
She had managed to avoid him for the entire evening of their awkward encounter. And as she lay in bed that night she started to wonder why on earth he would leave the door wide open if he was planning on masturbating in the shower while she was in the house. Did he want her to catch him? She tried to convince herself that she hadn't enjoyed the view earlier that day. It was an honest mistake she told herself and nothing more than that. However the longer she went over the events of that day in her head, in an effort to convince herself that she felt nothing towards him, she felt her pussy twitching and becoming wetter. She tried to focus on getting to sleep, thinking of anything other than the obvious need she felt to relieve herself of her sexual desire. After an hour of tossing and turning, she gave in. She had to be up for work in 7 hours, and she wasn't even close to feeling sleepy. After all, she knew she always slept so much better after an orgasm.
Reaching for her vibrator in the bed side table, and quickly taking off her pyjama shorts she began to pleasure herself whilst thinking of her naked son and his huge manhood. At first it did feel wrong, and she knew it was. But after a couple of minutes she had forgotten all about the guilt she first felt, her body was overcome with pleasure and she reached her climax.
Once her orgasm had subsided, a pang of guilt was back. She hadn't actually done anything wrong though, she kept telling herself. It was just an innocent wank. But the thing that worried her most was that it was the most intense pleasure she had felt down there since Daniel had left her, and she was definitely planning on making a habit of using the thought of her 18 year old son as wanking material.
The next day over breakfast she was surprised that it didn't feel awkward between them. She had dreaded the first time seeing him, since last night when she had seen all of him. But the usual routine continued, as normal. He made her a cup of tea, as he always did and they sat down at the table in the kitchen while he ate his porridge. There was no awkwardness between them at all, in fact he had a cheeky look on his face all morning, as if her catching him in the act was some sort of victory for him. She was glad that he knew nothing of her own masturbation that same evening, not wanting to lead him on in any way. He broke the silence, 'did you sleep well mum?'
'Yes thank you darling, best night's sleep I've had in ages.'
He smirked across the table, but said nothing in return. She felt herself get hot and began to fidget in her chair. Now she did feel uncomfortable, and she knew that her cheeks were burning pink. 'What's the matter mum?' He said, now grinning from ear to ear. He was teasing her, and she knew it. She got up from the table abruptly and shot him a glare, 'you know it was an accident me walking into your bedroom last night to find you...' she trailed off.
'To find me what?' He teased with a chuckle.
'Oh don't be so immature Rowan! You know what I saw. And I'm telling you now it was an honest mistake.'
'Okay, okay! Calm down mum, it's really no big deal. You've seen it all before anyway.'
'Yes, when you were 6! It's completely different now.' Her voice sounded shrill, hysterical.
'Mum it's fine, chill out,' he replied.
She breathed in deeply, to try to calm her voice. 'I'm sorry, I didn't mean to walk in on you doing that, alright?'
'You sure mum? Sounds like you're trying to convince yourself more than me.' His nonchalant tone was verging on arrogant. And he stood up, having finished his porridge to put his bowl into the sink.
She didn't know what to say. He was right, she did sound as if she was trying to convince herself, and she was. He turned to face her, and looked her dead in the eyes. They held each other's gaze intensely for a moment before he placed his hands on her waist and escort gaziantep kadın (http://www.gaziantepgazetesi.com/kategori/gaziantep-escort-kadin) said, 'I didn't mean to upset you mum, I was just joking around.' He could tell that he had over stepped the line, and that she was quite clearly upset and angry. He pulled her towards him and squeezed her tightly in his strong arms. He didn't mean to upset her, that much was true. However the stern look on her face and the way she would purse her lips when she was annoyed, did really turn him on. She buried her face into his shoulder, and wrapped her arms around his neck. 'So am I forgiven then?' He asked softly.
'What for being a little pervert to your mother?' She was now giggling a little, and he knew he was forgiven. He kissed her on the cheek gently, and left for college.
A few weeks had passed, and one Friday evening his mother came down the stairs dressed in a skin tight, silky black dress, and a pair of black stilettos. Her long legs looked incredibly smooth, she had quite obviously waxed them for this special occasion. Her long blonde hair was tied up into a messy style ponytail, and she had more makeup on than she would usually wear. She had made a real effort tonight. As she reached the living room, Rowan was sat on the sofa flicking through the TV channels. The clip clop of her high heals on the laminate got his attention instantly, and he looked up to see his mother stood in the doorway, resting her weight on one hip, wearing a skimpy dress and oozing sex appeal. His mouth dropped open. 'Well? What do you think?' She asked, doing a twirl on the spot. He was lost for words and just stared at her for a few moments, looking her up and down, taking in the magnificent view.
After he realised it had been an age since he said anything, he racked his brains for anything to say that wasn't completely inappropriate. 'Wow' was all he could manage. He grabbed a cushion from next to him on the sofa and quickly put it over his lap, in the feeble attempt to hide the enormous bulge that was obviously visible through his loose fitting tracksuit bottoms. 'Where the hell are you going dressed like that mum?' His voice was filled with jealousy. He was very protective over his mum, and he knew full well that she didn't dress up like that to go out with the girls.
'I've got a date,' she announced. It wasn't the first date she'd been on since Rowan was born, however there had only been a handful of occasions where she had put herself out there in the hope to find a nice man to fill the huge void that was left in her life since Daniel had gone.
Her son looked at her with jealousy written all over his beautiful face, but said nothing.
She turned her back to him, and looked over her shoulder, 'is the dress too much? Be honest please.' She was referring to the backless element of the figure hugging mini dress. He could see the entirety of her toned back, right down to where the top of her underwear would be. The tattoos that she usually covered were also on display, and the curve of her arse was blatant. 'Too slutty?' She asked nervously. 'Come on Rowan, say something! I'm going to be late, he'll be here any minute and if I need to change he'll be waiting.'
'You look incredible mum. Beautiful.'
She was relieved at his approval, and leant over to give him a kiss goodbye on the cheek. 'Thank you baby, I won't be out late. There's pizza in the fridge for you.'
'Thank you mum' he replied. 'Be careful tonight, and don't let him treat you bad. You're way too good for the men out there.'
'You've not even met him yet.' She protested.
'I just know mum, nobody is good enough for you.'
'You're sweet darling, I'll see you later on, okay?' And with that she grabbed her clutch bag and left the house.
He sat on the sofa for only five minutes longer, still in shock at the sexy outfit his mother had just left the house in. She was confident, even at her age she knew that her figure was good still. He loved her confidence, and it was a rarity to see the tattoos on her back, a real treat. It suddenly occurred to him that the backless dress she was wearing meant she couldn't possibly have been wearing a bra. It would have spoiled the look, and he was certain that he didn't see any sign of a bra strap across her back. The thought was too much, he threw the cushion aside and raced upstairs to his bedroom. The bulge in his tracksuit bottoms was growing stronger than ever, pressed against the material now. He lay on his bed and pulled down his trackies frantically. He was ridiculously turned on and his huge cock sprang free. As soon as he put his hand on his hard dick and began to pull back his foreskin slightly, a bead of pre cum was visible on the end. He began to jerk himself off, with the image of his mum in that little black dress fresh in his mind.
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On his mother's arrival home Rowan was on the sofa, fast asleep with the football on in the background. She quietly took her shoes off and went to the kitchen for a glass of water to take to bed. She had enjoyed a couple of glasses of wine with dinner and was feeling a little giddy. Knowing she would feel it tomorrow, she thought best be prepared with a glass of water, and she swallowed two paracetamols in anticipation for a hangover. As she tiptoed back through the living room, she switched off the tv and took the fleeced throw from the back of the sofa, to cover Rowan up with it. She reminisced of the years when she was able to carry him upstairs to bed if he nodded off on the sofa. But of course she didn't stand a chance now, so she just covered him over so he wouldn't feel the cold. She leant over and kissed his forehead, gently stroking his hair and then headed off to bed. As she walked towards the doorway she must have disturbed him. In a sleepy voice he asked her 'how was your date mum? I missed you tonight'
She turned to look at him and replied causally that it had been nice. He gestured for her to come towards him with his arms outstretched, she obliged. 'Give me a cuddle and kiss goodnight then mum.' He asked with a little smile. Again she obliged. She placed her hand on his leg which was covered by the throw, and leant over to kiss him on the cheek once more. As she got closer to his face she could smell alcohol on his breath, he must have had a few ciders while she was out. Perhaps this is what gave him the courage to do what happened next.
She pecked him on the cheek gently, and he took this opportunity to grab her around the waist and pulled her onto him as he lay back onto the sofa.
'Rowan!' She squealed. 'What on earth are you doing?!' By this time she was straddling him, legs open and they were then face to face laid on the sofa. He said nothing, but as she attempted to pull away and stand up, he held onto her tightly so she was unable to move. She looked him in the eye and could see nothing but lust. She recognised the look on his face very well, it was as if she was looking at his father in that moment, not her son. He ran his hands down her body to her bottom and squeezed both her arse cheeks into his hands firmly.
'Stop it' she said, but as soon as the words left her mouth she could hear the insincerity in her voice. He wasn't listening one bit, and began kissing her neck and down towards her cleavage. By this point she knew what was about to happen to her. And even if she had truly wanted to stop him, which she didn't, she would have been powerless to stop him getting his way.
He continued kissing her neck and chest, his strong hands were all over her body, and he wasn't being gentle with her, not in the slightest. He took the straps of her dress off her shoulders and gave it a tug downwards, revealing her pert breasts. He had been mentally undressing her for years now, but he hadn't expected the real thing to be this perfect. Her nipples were hard, and perfectly in proportion to her D cup breasts. Instinctively he took one of her erect nipples into his mouth and immediately sucked hard, whilst her other breast was in his hand. She moaned loudly, having tried her hardest to resist him for several minutes it was now too much. She could no longer pretend that she didn't want this. After a few minutes of him greedily sucking and biting both her nipples in turn, he lifted her dress and spanked her forcefully on the arse. It stung her cheek, and the slapping noise rang in her ears.
Next thing she knew he had flipped her over onto her back, and pulled off her entire dress, leaving her laying there completely naked except for a tiny black thong. He knelt up between her legs to admire the view. She watched his eyes go up and down, taking in her whole body, and he quickly removed his top and tracksuit bottoms. There was an obvious wet patch on the front of his boxers, and his boner was impressive. He wasn't wasting any time now, instead of removing her thong carefully, he took the material between his fingers and ripped them off her whilst hungrily kissing and licking her stomach. She heard the material tear, and looked down at him in disbelief. 'Jesus' she said in shock. He was an animal. And she could feel herself getting wetter by the minute.
Rowan spread his mother's legs open forcefully, and admired her perfectly smooth pussy. His fingers dug into her thighs as he held her legs apart, leaving little red marks on her legs when he let go.