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My Naughty Mom

 

My Naughty Mom
My Naughty Mom

My Naughty Mom

I have always wondered what it would be like to see my mother completely naked.
I was sitting at the computer one day, typing a letter to an Internet friend. As I mentioned to him, there were only two things on my mind at that moment: pussy, and the image of my mother naked.
She’s in the bathroom, doing her daily ritual. She is standing there, butt-ass naked, looking into the mirror and leaning in so close that her nose is almost touching. She’s holding her eyes wide open and rubbing her eyelids with her fingertips.
It’s a sight that always turns me on. My mother is a very sexy woman, and she has no qualms about undressing in front of the children.
It’s her own damn fault. She never tells us to get out of her room. That’s where we do most of our snooping.
I am a chronic snoop.
And there are things I’ve learned about her that make me love her more.
I love my mom.
She is a good mom. She cooks and cleans and cares for the kids and keeps a house.
But she also drinks, smokes, and fucks around.
My mother is a drunk. And she is a slut.
My brother and I found the condoms in her purse. There were seven. All used. All unrolled and tossed in there haphazardly. We counted.
There’s more than one guy out there who has fucked her.
I’m glad.
She is a beautiful woman. Her body is amazing.
She’s 5’3, 110 pounds, with big tits and a great ass.
She’s thirty-nine, but she looks twenty nine.
My mother, the cougar.
It is 2:00 pm on a Saturday afternoon.
I have just turned eighteen.
My younger sister, Jenny, is sixteen.
We are watching a movie in the living room.
My mother is in her bedroom.
Jenny is laying on the couch, sleeping.
The TV is on, but the volume is low.
I can hear the water running in the bathroom.
My sister is sleeping.
The TV is on.
The volume is low.
She is alone.
I get up off the couch and walk to the hallway.
I pass by my room and continue on down the hall.
I am walking on tiptoes, making no noise.
I stop in front of her bedroom door.
I stand there.
I listen.
I can hear her moving around inside.
I wait.
She is taking a bath. I can hear the water running.
She is alone.
I want her.
I push the door open and walk in.
She is lying on her bed, naked. Her legs are spread apart. She is shaving her pussy.
She looks up at me. “What are you doing in here?”
“I’m sorry, Mom. I heard the water running and I thought I’d come in and check on you.”
“Get out, Eric!”
“I can’t. You look so hot right now, Mom.”
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“I can’t help it, Mom. You are so fucking hot.”
“Get the fuck out of my room, Eric!”
“I’m sorry, Mom.”
“If you don’t get the fuck out of here, I’m going to tell your father about this.”
“Fuck, Mom. You can’t do that.”
“Watch me.”
“No. Please don’t tell him.”
“Then get the fuck out of my room, and keep your hands off me.”
“Yes, Mom. I’m sorry.”
I leave her room, my heart pounding.
I go to my bedroom and sit down on the bed.
My cock is rock hard. I can’t believe what just happened.
I think about my mom’s body, naked and wet. I imagine her pussy, shaved and smooth.
I think about her tits, and the way they look when she’s not wearing a bra.
I think about the way she moans when I’m fucking her.
I get off the bed and go back to her room.
I find her standing by the window, staring out. She is naked. Her back is to me.
I walk up behind her and grab her hips.
“Mom, I’m so sorry. I just couldn’t help myself.”
She doesn’t say anything.
I press my cock against her ass.
“Fuck me, Mom.”
She is still quiet.
“Please, Mom. Fuck me.”
“No.”
“Come on, Mom. I want you so bad.”
“No.”
“Come on. Give me a chance.”
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“I’m your mother.”
“So what? I’m a man. I’m eighteen. I can make my own decisions.”
“I’m sorry, Eric. I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m married.”
“I don’t care. I don’t give a fuck. I’m in love with you.”
“You can’t be.”
“I am.”
“That’s sick.”
“No it’s not. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. And I love you.”
“I’m your mother. That’s not right.”
“I don’t care. I love you.”
“But, Eric, I’m married. And I’m too old for you. And I’m your mother.”
“None of that matters. I want you, Mom. I want you to fuck me.”
“I can’t.”
“Come on, Mom. Let me fuck you.”
“Eric, no.”
“Fuck me, Mom.”
“No.”
“Come on.”
“Eric, stop. Just stop. I can’t do this.”
“Mom, please.”
“Stop.”
“Mom, please, fuck me.”
“Eric, no.”
“Please, Mom. Just let me fuck you once. I promise I’ll never bother you again.”
“I can’t.”
“Please.”
“No.”
“Mom, please. Fuck me.”
“Okay. Just this once.”
“Thank you, Mom.”
I reach around and grab her tits.
She puts her arms around my neck and kisses me.
We stand there, kissing and groping each other.
“I’ve wanted you for so long, Mom.”
“I know, baby. I know.”
“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this.”
“I can imagine.”
“I’m gonna fuck you so hard, Mom.”
“Yes, baby.”
“I’m gonna fuck you so fucking hard, Mom.”
“I know, baby.”
“I’m gonna fuck you till you scream.”
“Yes, baby.”
“Mom, are you ready?”
“Yes, baby.”
“Good.”
I push her down onto the bed and climb on top of her.
She reaches between us and grabs my cock.
“Oh, Mom.”
She strokes my cock while I kiss her neck.
“Mom, I’m gonna fuck you.”
“I know, baby.”
“Do you like that, Mom?”
“Yes, baby.”
“Good.”
I spread her legs and put my cock against her pussy.
“Are you ready, Mom?”
“Yes, baby.”
“Good.”
I push my cock inside her.
“Oh, Mom.”
“Ooh, baby.”
“It’s so good, Mom.”
“Fuck me, baby.”
“Mom, you’re so tight.”
“Fuck me, baby. Fuck me.”
“Oh, Mom.”
“Give it to me, baby. Give me that big cock.”
“Oh, Mom.”
“Fuck me, baby.”
“I love you, Mom.”
“I love you too, baby.”
“Mom, you feel so good.”
“Ooh, baby.”
“So fucking good.”
“Yes, baby.”
“So fucking tight.”
“Yeah, baby.”
“Take it, Mom. Take my big cock.”
“Yes, baby.”
“Take it, Mom. Take it.”
“Ooh, baby. I love it.”
“So fucking good.”
“Oh, yeah, baby. Fuck me.”
“Oh, yes, Mom.”
“Take it, baby. Take it.”
“Fuck me, baby. Fuck me.”
“Fuck me, baby. Harder.”
“Oh, Mom.”
“Yes, baby.”
“So fucking good.”
“Mom, I’m gonna cum.”
“Yes, baby. Cum inside me.”
“Yes, Mom. Oh, fuck.”
“Come on, baby. Cum for me.”
“Oh, Mom. So good.”
“Yes, baby. Do it. Cum for me.”
“Ahhhh! FUCK!”
“Oh, Mom. I love you.”
“Oh, God.”
“Oh, Mom.”
We lie there for a while, breathing hard.
“Oh, God.”
“That was amazing.”
“I love you, Mom.”
“I love you too, baby.”
“Will you really never bother me again?”
“Of course not.”
“Thanks, Mom.”
“You’re welcome, baby.”
“Hey, Mom. Why don’t you shave your pussy again tomorrow?”
“Sure, baby. Whatever you want.”
“Great. Good night, Mom.”
“Good night, Eric.”
She gets up and walks to the door. She turns back and looks at me.
“Hey, Mom. Is Dad coming home tonight?”
“No. He’s got a business trip. Why?”
“Well, then…can we do it again tomorrow night?”
“Of course, baby.”
“Great. Thanks, Mom.”
“You’re welcome, Eric.”
She closes the door.
I’m not sure if she’ll really fuck me again tomorrow night. But I’m gonna keep bugging her till she does.
My Naughty Mom.

“Mom, can I talk to you about something?”
“Sure, honey. What’s on your mind?”
“Well, um, it’s kind of personal.”
“Okay. Tell me.”
“Well, you know how you’ve been getting those phone calls lately? The ones from the guys who want to have sex with you?”
“Yes, honey. I know.”
“Well, um, how do you feel about that?”
“I don’t know, honey. I guess it makes me feel kind of sexy.”
“Really?”
“Yes, honey.”
“Cool.”
“Why do you ask?”
“Well, I was wondering…if maybe you’d be willing to have sex with one of them.”
“Oh, honey. That’s sweet, but no.”
“Why not?”
“I told you. It’s not right.”
“Not even if I’m okay with it?”
“It’s not about you, honey. It’s about me.”
“Come on, Mom. Be honest. Doesn’t the idea turn you on, just a little?”
“Honey, it’s wrong.”
“Look, I’m eighteen. I’m not a kid anymore. I’m an adult. If you’re really not interested, then fine. I’ll respect that. But if you’re only turning them down because you’re worried about how I’ll feel, then don’t be. Because I’ll be okay with it. Really.”
“Sweetheart, I appreciate that, but no. It wouldn’t be right.”
“Why not?”
“Because…it would be cheating.”
“How? Dad’s not even here. He’s out of town. And it’s not like he’s going to find out about it.”
“That’s not the point, honey. The fact is, if I have sex with someone else, it’s cheating.”
“Not necessarily. Dad’s been fucking his secretary for the past six months. That’s why he’s been gone all the time.”
“Honey, are you sure about that?”
“Yeah, Mom. I’m sure. I heard them talking on the phone one night. I don’t think they know I heard them, though.”
“Wow. I had no idea.”
“I know. But now that you know, don’t you think it’s a little hypocritical of him to be cheating on you, and then get mad if you have sex with someone else?”
“He wouldn’t be mad.”
“Of course he would. He’d flip his shit.”
“No, honey. He wouldn’t.”
“Of course he would. He’d kill you.”
“No, he wouldn’t. He’d be hurt and angry, but he wouldn’t hurt me.”
“Whatever, Mom. I don’t believe you.”
“Fine, honey. Don’t believe me. But that doesn’t change the fact that it would be wrong for me to have sex with one of those guys. So the answer is no.”
“Fine, Mom. Have it your way. But just know that if you’re turning them down because of me, you don’t have to. I’m an adult. I can handle it.”
“Thank you, honey. But it’s not about you. It’s about me. And I’m not going to cheat on your father.”
“Okay, Mom. I understand.”
“Thank you, honey.”
“No problem. Well, I’m gonna go to bed now. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Okay, honey. Good night.”
“Good night, Mom.”
“Mom?”
“Yes, honey?”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too, honey.”
“Mom?”
“Yes, honey?”
“Have fun with the next guy.”
“I will, honey.”
“Good night, Mom.”
“Good night, honey.”

My Naughty Mom
The End

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