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Forced to take my Mother. This story is including: As soon as I pulled onto our street I knew mom was by the pool. The fact my best friend Jack, who lived next door, was on his porch with a couple of his friends looking into my yard was a dead giveaway. In a way it ticked me off, but then again, who could blame them?
Fact was my mother was not only pretty damn hot, but lately had taken to wearing some revealing bathing suits when she went swimming. No, not a bathing suit; that would be the fairly modest one piece she used to don when at the pool.
What my mother was wearing these days was a bikini and a damn skimpy one. So skimpy I was getting uncomfortable looking at her. If I was to be honest with myself the word was horny. However even though I had been well aware my mother was, for lack of a better word, a cougar, I had never seen her as anything but my mom. But the last month or so something had changed and I found myself looking at her more like an extremely desirable Milf rather than a parent. I sat back and tapped the steering wheel nervously as I recalled the way my cock had been stirring in my pants whenever I sat by the pool with her or when we watched TV and she lay on the couch with her long legs stretched out.
Last night had been a perfect example. Dad had to work late and as we sat on the couch watching the Sox game, Mom had slid over and grabbing my arm draped it over her shoulder as if she were my girlfriend. That might not have been so bad had she been wearing more than the inappropriately short black silk robe she had been parading around in at night.
Image for illustration purpose only. The material was thin and she had placed my hand dangerously close to her left breast. I could feel her soft stomach beneath the robe, but more alarming was I could feel her nipple, her hard nipple, pressing into my arm. When I was a kid I would always give in to the pout because Mom said it meant she was sad. When I got older and started thinking about and eventually having sex, I realized it worked on dad because mom had amazing lips.
Full and soft, I knew what that pout made my father think of. I sighed as I wondered what dad would think if he knew that several times in the last couple of weeks his son had envisioned those lip doing exactly what they did for him. No sooner had that thought entered my mind I was confronted with the image of my mother on her knees looking up at me. Her blue eyes were wide and her lips pushed into that irresistible pout. That pout was hovering just over the swollen head of my cock and as I reached down and ran my hands through her long red hair, those lips parted and….
Help was something I was seriously considering. I forced myself to get out of the car and walk quickly along the fence in order to clear my head before I began replaying that dream. Jack jerked his head around to look at me, then almost as quickly looked back into the yard. He put his hand up and gave an awkward wave at my mother who I had figured had looked up, and even from where I was I could see him turning red.
He stood up and after saying something to his friends they entered his house. As soon as I did I felt my stomach sink. There were two suitcases in the hallway which meant dad was going on the road. For years my father had been an inside sales rep for a company that manufactured custom car parts, but due to my starting college had taken a position in the outside sales division to make some extra commissions. I felt bad because he was now traveling two to three days a week and I knew it was hard on him and mom who even after twenty years of marriage were very close.
That thought was cut off when it hit me that dad starting the new job was right about the time mom had started dressing differently. Was she trying to keep my father happier when he was here because she thought he would stray? Or maybe just trying to make his time at home more enjoyable? As I entered the living room and made my way into the kitchen I figured that was not only a good explanation for her new wardrobe, but could explain her increased affection for me.
Maybe she was lonely without dad around. The two of them were downright sickening with the way they were all over each other so perhaps she was…what was the word, needy? Opening the fridge and popping open a Coke, I shook my head; dad leaving was not going to help my dilemma with my mother. The nights he was gone were the ones mom seemed to act more like an attention starved girlfriend. Unfortunately dad had talked about doing this for at least six months and all I could do was hope mom would get used to it and go back to being normal.
I was going to head upstairs to study when my phone beeped telling me I had a text. I removed it from my pocket and saw it was from mom. I glanced over at the glass doors that led out back and saw mom sitting on the edge of the pool across from me, a towel wrapped around her.
Seeing me looking, she beckoned me with her finger. I swallowed hard and with an air of resignation walked out onto the deck. When I went down the stairs of the deck and approached the pool mom stood up and tossed the towel off. Oh, fuck me; I thought when I saw what was beneath it. Mom was wearing a red bikini that seemed as if it were little more than lingerie. Mom was pretty ample in the chest department and the skimpy top looked as if it could barely contain her. The material of the top covered little more than half of her tits and even from across the pool I could see the tops of her smooth creamy breasts and forced my eyes downward.
That was a big mistake as the bottom of the suit if possible was even more revealing. The suit looked more like a thong which tied around her hips leaving her entire leg exposed. I closed my eyes and told myself the words pussy and mother should never be used in the same sentence. I heard a splash and opened my eyes to see mom had jumped in and was swimming towards me. My heart pounded as I watched her body stretched out under the water as she propelled herself using those long well shaped legs.
The water of the pool was crystal clear and I could see the back of the bikini was just as flimsy as the front. I found myself staring at the firm well rounded cheeks of her ass as she approached and with a feeling of alarm became aware of my cock beginning to twitch between my legs.
Mom reached my side and coming up from under the water, rested her forearms on the edge of the pool and smiled up at me. The bathing suit had slid slightly to the side as she had risen from the water and as I stared down at her breasts I could see the light pink skin surrounding her nipples. At forty one, mom was still damn beautiful. Her features were smooth and unmarred by even the smallest wrinkles. Her big baby blue eyes were wide and bright and of course there were those perfect lips.
Mom calling me baby was another new thing that had started in the last few weeks. Now that I had been having inappropriate thoughts, the idea of her calling me baby had a far from innocent sound to it.
I looked down at those eyes and that little girl pout and was struck by the recurring image of her doing that between my legs. I stepped back so quickly I tripped over my own foot and fell backwards. Luckily I had been standing in front of one of the lounge chairs and sat down heavily into it.
Mom clapped her hands. I trailed off and stared as, hauling herself up out of the pool, mom crawled towards me on her hands and knees. She was staring into my eyes and I sat there, unable to look away as she approached. Her tits were hanging down and threatening to spill out of the top and I could see straight down between to the pink skin of her nipples.
Mom was smiling as she approached, but it seemed different; more playful, as if she knew I was looking. Mom came up to the chair and to my horror, knelt there between my legs looking up at me.
Instead, she reached out and grabbing the bottom of my shirt, started to pull it up. Her hands slid up further and going under my shirt she rubbed my chest. This time it sounded as if she were making it an official demand and she started to tug on my shirt again. I refused to move my hands and with a frown she grabbed my forearm and started to pull it upwards. Why are you mad? I was now confronted with her tits at eye level as well as the sight of her flat hard stomach to which she had recently added a ruby stud piercing in her naval.
I had the absurd urge to lean forward and kiss her stomach, but instead fought to keep my voice steady as I said,. Jack and his friends were all but drooling over you. I work hard to stay in shape and I like being rewarded for it. We should love together and have fun together, even if it seems odd. When we spoke, dad said I was very sexy and he wished I would show it more.
The thought hit me like a slap in the face. That was all this was about. She was older, dad was going to be around younger women, she was worried she might not still have it and was trying to turn back the clock. I felt a wave of relief flood through me. That could even explain her wanting more attention and affection from me. I was no longer her little boy which to her was another sign of her age. What are you looking at on that lap top of yours? In fact I was thinking of it when Jack was staring at me, thinking about what he would do to me.
Mom put her arm around me and surprised me by giving me a hug that left her tits pressing against my chest. Mom quickly made it worse with her next remark. Mom had grabbed my wrists and tried to pull them from my lap.
Mom was wearing a short red robe that barely went down past her ass, leaving her long legs bare. The robe was tied tightly around her waist, but the chest was open far enough to show almost as much of her tits as the bikini did this morning.
When I had come into the living room I had headed for the couch, but recalling how she had been hanging all over me lately had chosen the chair.
I had definitely made the right choice there was no way in hell I needed to have her that close to me dressed like that. Mom stepped in front of me, blocking the TV and placing her hands on the arms of the chair, leaned over.
My eyes widened as I thought for a second her tits were going to fall out, but I saw a hint of black lace. I was still confronted with way more cleavage than was comfortable, but a bra was always a plus, especially these days. She gave me the pout and as I stared at her, I took in how soft and smooth her features were even without make up and how her long red hair looked down and lying across the robe. My eyes focused on those perfect lips and I had to say, mother or not, she really was beautiful.
Mom turned around and before I could react, sat down in my lap. I was wearing a thin pair of running shorts and her ass was grinding directly on my cock. Her hair was in my face and I could smell her raspberry scented shampoo. I turned my head away and stared at her long legs, which she was now playfully kicking back and forth.
Turning from her legs, I made the mistake of looking straight down and was now confronted with a glimpse of her black lace covered tits. Even as to my dismay my cock started to swell I wondered why the hell she would be wearing a bra like that at night. That thought turned into wondering if her panties, if she was even wearing any, would match. Mom brought me out of my improper musings when she slid further down and her ass rubbed across my now noticeably hard cock. Mom was smiling at me, but had been since she had come over.
I returned the smile as best I could and as I thought of how to tell her to get the hell off me I turned to side and my eyes widened. The window on that side of the parlor was open with the blinds up. There was a three family house next door and anyone looking this way would be able to see right in the room. My parents were friendly with all three couples that lived there and if they looked over what they would see is my half dressed mother sitting on her sons lap like a playful girlfriend.
They were facing the window and I had no doubt had been staring into it. Mom gave a startled yelp and as I surged to my feet, she managed to get hers on the floor. Mom walked closer to the window, pulling her robe tighter around her as she did. Leaning over she shut the lamp off on the end table so she could see better and looked out the window.
Mom gave me an odd look, and then pursed her lips as if she were thinking hard about something. I opened the door and after closing it behind me, took a few steps around towards the back yard. I stopped when I remembered the sensor light was out in the back and quickly went back into the house to grab the flashlight. I had just reached the corner of the fence when I thought I heard footsteps moving up the driveway of the house next door. Still staying close to the fence, I walked along the length of the drive way until I reached the corner where the fence joined that of the house behind ours.
I looked over the fence at our house and figured this was about where the guy I saw had been standing. Even with the shade down, I could just make out Mom standing in the middle of the room and I could only imagine the view the creep had gotten when the window was open and mom was in my lap.
I shined the light into the backyard and across the pool, and then quickly brought it up as I swore I saw movement along the fence across from me. Shutting off the flashlight I walked across the driveway and as Mom had asked me to do, checked the back door. It was locked and now walking normally along the fence I crossed the lawn and entered the house. I stopped in mid sentence at the sight of mom sitting on the couch.
She had her hands folded in her lap and was looking at me. Her eyes were wide and she seemed to be looking past me.
I spun around and dropped the flashlight at the sight of a large man dressed all in black, including, despite the heat, a ski mask, leaning against the wall. I stopped in my tracks and he nodded. Between the situation itself and this guy asking me what I thought of mom I had no doubt he had been staring at us and…. And funny how much you like to show off for your little boy! Hell today I thought you were going to blow him by the pool! Holy shit, he had been watching us! That you want to fuck your son you little whore?
But I figure the other way we all get what we want. Mom stared at me for a moment, then standing up, reached down and untied her robe. I looked over to see Glen watching her. He had pushed himself away from the wall and was now standing behind the chair between the couch and where I was sitting.
He was too far away for me to leave the chair and reach him before he would see me. Across from me Mom had untied her robe and let it fall to the floor. I swallowed hard when I saw what she had on beneath it. Mom was wearing a black bra the cups of which were lace and even from across the room I could see the shadow of her nipples behind the thin material.
The bra was accompanied by a matching black thong that was little more than string with a patch of lace between her legs. At that volume his voice sounded even stranger and I was sure he was using some type of voice box. That thought disturbed me because it meant it might be someone we knew.
My thoughts were cut off when I saw him take a step towards mom. Mom hesitated long enough for him to sigh and reach for his waistband, then bringing her hands up, placed them in her hair and raised her arms over her head. As she took her long red hair up with her hands, she turned around slowly, and despite our frightening predicament, my eyes immediately found her ass.
Now shut up, so Mark can answer. Now I told you the rules are you answer honestly and do what I say. You both want it so act like you do! I felt my heart skip a beat at the same time my face flushed deep red. How the hell did this guy know what I watched on my lap top? I always had my blinds down, had he hacked us somehow? Now go ahead Mark, ask mommy to show you her pretty titties.
I looked helplessly at mom who after looking into my eyes gave me a slight nod. I could feel my pulse pounding in my temples as she slowly slid the straps from her shoulders and after a brief pause, tossed the bra on the floor.
They were even more amazing than I had envisioned them. Even though they were large, they were still high and proud. Her breasts were smooth and milky white with the only color being the light pink of her nipples. I noticed her nipples were hard and barely heard Glen whistle,. Come on, mom, show those babies off! Mom sighed and cupping her tits, lifted them higher. To my surprise she started caressing her nipples with her thumbs and I saw she was breathing heavier as she did.
Still holding her tits up, Mom slowly walked over to me. I sat there with my mouth open as she stood between my legs. Borderline personalities become proficient at dissociating from pain during infancy and early childhood. They don't relate to emotional or physical discomfort like you do, because they cannot hold onto feelings of any type for extended periods.
Sustainable feelings love, anger, joy cannot be retained by someone with BPD--and neither can pain. And now, your real drama unfolds. She may suddenly "want to talk," whereas before, you couldn't even approach having an adult conversation, without an act of congress!
This has you thinking; Gee, maybe she really 'gets it' now, and there's a chance we can actually make it together. You've simply gotten her attention, 'cause you're half-way out the door, and you aren't allowed to abandon a Borderline. At this point, she'll likely come across as very lucid and mature, plead with you not to go, promise you the moon--or make it sound like she doesn't care that you're leaving.
Yes, I know you'll want to, but you've probably been here several times before, and this time will be no different. Once again all your hopes are dashed--and you're either depressed while mourning this loss, or your inner child's optimism and wishful thinking make you wanna give it one last shot. Each attempt at reconciliation resuscitates your exquisite dream that it might be different this time.
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