MN/P1Male/Morn/HelpMom
From Create Your Own Story
You feel bad about how your family treated your mother. After having not seen her for 60 years, you figure you should help her with the dishes. You grab the remaining plates on the table and head over to the sink where your mother is standing.
You observe her a little as you make your way towards her. She truly is a beautiful woman with her flaring hips and an enticing bottom. Her body is portioned perfectly, with an amazing hourglass figure and long legs. The soft clicks of her white high heels sounds like a mating call to any virile male nearby, and now that it's only the two of you in the room, it's focused onto you. She's 5'6” with fair skin, sandy blonde hair and a face that could still be in magazines.
As you get closer, she notices you and smiles as you hand her the rest of the plates and help her wash. She attentively scrubs the plates while you rinse them. As you two work in silence, you think back to your previous childhood and can't recall ever being sexually attracted or even noticing your mother too much beyond her niceness. You guess you were too focused on being a good person... whatever that means.
Your mother's light humming breaks you from your thoughts. It's a song you're faintly familiar with and you look over at her. The sunlight comes through the window blinds just right and floods her in angelic golden light. You focus on her long, dark lashes and her full, dark-red lips. Her sexy green eyes dances around her work and you wonder about her sexual conquests as a young woman. Surely these sensual hands and lips must of known at least a dozen men.
As she continues working, you glance down her body and notice that at your height, you can make out a bit of cleavage. Through her clothes, you figure that she has perfect D-sized breasts. You can just imagine being behind her and nibbling on her neck and ear as you pump away at her lower half...
“I'm sorry, am I distracting you with my humming honey?” Your mom asks, when she notices you staring off into space.
You tell her it's okay.
“Thanks for the help dear, I can finish the rest,” she replies.
You rinse your hands from any soapy buds and start to walk away... You finally notice now that you have a huge boner. You turn back to your mother still humming and now dancing, light shaking her hips enticingly. You take a seat in one of the dining chairs and continue observing her.
You feel a bit weird-ed out as you consider your own mother sexually. You've never thought about her sexually before, but seeing her now, you can't remember why you never saw her like that. Your mother was a good woman though, and most likely will not consent to having sex with her own son.
You start to consider the philosophical and space-time changes that could potentially occur if you try to do what you want to do with your mother. What if you're unsuccessful? Would you ruin your relationship with your mom? But what if you never get a chance to do it again? With college looming in the future, you might not ever have another chance. Before you can get too deep into thought, your mom shifts her weight and her heel clicks break you out of your trance.
A strange feeling takes you as you once again consider your options.
Do you:
