Mother Marcela

“Ahhh, yea-ah!” 34 year old Marcela’s moans echoed throughout the living room. It was just about 3:30 p.m when the divorced wife had reached her second orgasm riding the next door neighbor’s dick, and that’s when I walked in…

My name’s Michael, I’m a 12 year old athletic dude just trying to make it through seventh grade and that… that’s my mother I just walked in on. Startled, Marcela jumps off the man’s lap and covers herself with her removed sundress, “oh uhm, sweetie, you’re home early. I thought you had practice today?” I roll my eyes beneath my hands that are shielding what I really do not care to see. Another man’s dick out on the couch I sometimes watch morning cartoons on. Besides, I didn’t exactly want to see my own mother butt ass naked – caught in the lewd act. “It’s Tuesday, mom. There’s no practice today.” I charge upstairs to my room.

The neighbor breaks the awkwardness by saying, “he’s a good kid.” Marcela looks at him, “you should leave.” He quickly pulls his pants up and clicks his belt buckle together and makes for the door.

Two hours after being home from school and I am on Xbox live with my friend talking through my expensive headset. “Dude it is not normal seeing your mom like that, I’m telling you!”

“You’re full of shit, man. If that was my mom I would have at least looked. Your bitch ass covered your eyes. Your mom’s hot, dude,” said my friend. I really could not argue with that. My mom is pretty hot and all my friends agree. “But still, what the heck was she thinking having that guy over!? Ya know ever since dad left her she’s been behaving erratically.”

“Bro she’s a female. Don’t they have needs and shit? Like… she’s your mom. She had you and probably hasn’t had any since your dad, man.” he said back. “Dude!” now this annoyed me to no end. “Sorry, I know that’s a sensitive topic for you.”

“It’s not sensitive! What part of another man’s balls were on my couch do you not get!?” I say to him, “you think I wanted to see that? The point is my mom has never been like this.”

“You should go make things right by her,” he proposes. “Oh like how? ‘hey mom sorry for coming home from school and catching you riding cowgirl on a stranger’s dick! Love your fucking son’ – yeah that’ll ease the tension.” I toss my controller to a beanie bag chair and let out a huge sigh, aiming my head to the ceiling fan in my room. “You’re acting like it’s the end of the world, Mike. I’m fairly certain plenty of dudes seen their moms screwing and like I said, it’s pretty much natural. Completely normal. Don’t be a puss about it.”

After collecting my senses for a moment, I grab my controller and nod, “yeah… you know what you’re right,” I say staring across my room at a hamper full of clothes. My mom always does my laundry but obviously today she neglected that duty. “Shit, looks like I’m going to have to learn how to wash my own clothes. She didn’t do them.”

“-But she had time to do that man’s dick!” my friend snaps back. We both laugh. “Alright, man. I’m getting off here-”

“Like how your mom got off?” he says with another timely comeback. This dude is on fire with the quips. “Fuck man, enough with it. I’ll be on later.”

“Alright. Peace.” And with that, we were offline from gaming. I soon gathered all my clothes from the hamper and took them downstairs to the laundry room. At this point I had already changed into my pajamas which consisted of baggy plaid pants and an even baggier hood that I would no doubt take off for bed. My mom is somewhere in this house and quite frankly after the event that unfolded today I completely would have wanted to dodge seeing her. However, there she was in the kitchen making dinner.

We said nothing while she stirred around steaming pasta over the stove and I in the adjacent laundry room tried to figure out how to operate a fucking washing machine. Twelve year old me looked at this thing like it were some advanced industrial device that only an adult could solve. Which dial do I turn? The hell does it mean by ‘cold water?’ Aren’t whites supposed to be separated? These are the questions that rattled my brain as I pondered like an idiot in front of the washer.

“Ahem,” my mother’s voice cracks. I turn to find her standing against the threshold of the laundry room. Arms crossed and she looked slightly amused, yet held this look of shame as she stood there. “Why don’t you set the table for us and I’ll start your clothes?” Couldn’t argue there. I had been trying to figure this out for a three minutes. Besides, at least I could reach the cabinets to pull out plates. That was a much easier chore. I shrug and walk past her.

A couple minutes into our dinner and it’s been nothing but silence. We sat across from each other. One end of the table to the next. I had spent the better half of my meal spinning my fork in angel hair while my mother did most of the eating and sipping what I can assume by the wine glass is wine. Italians, I suppose…

She shoves her plate away and dabs her lips with her napkin and says to me, “this has been really awkward and I think it’s important that I apologize to you. So, I’m sorry, son. You… you shouldn’t have seen my like that. And you know what… it’ll-it’ll never happen again.” Her words felt firm and sounded sincere. I just nodded my head and finally took what I counted a third bite of my food.

Later that night after dinner, I was back in my room and had just signed off from Xbox Live to head down stairs but before I could open my door is when she barges in with a basket of my fresh cleaned clothes. “Oh, I was about to get those.”

She smiles at me rather timidly and sets the basket on my bed. “It’s okay, I got it.” She then proceeds to take my clothes out and fold them but I assert myself forward, “mom, you don’t have to. I can put these away.” She smiles at me again and folds a pair of my shorts together and sets them neatly on my bed. “You’re growing up too fast. Alright,” she pecks a kiss on top of my head and heads out, shutting the door behind her, “I love you. Don’t stay up too late.”

I have to say that that exchange just now is completely normal. As if despite the weirdness of today, my mother was back to being my mother and I soon even forgot what had happened as I focused on putting away my clothes diligently. I brushed my teeth, read a comic book and then turned out my lamp to go to sleep.

The next morning I wake find myself hitting snooze on my phone’s alarm clock before retreating back under my blanket. I noticed very fast that when I rolled to my left, I had this boner blocking me from doing a total 180. I had hit puberty early and some might say for my age I looked slightly older than my peers. As I layed there, my eyes did the trick of fighting off my eye lids while I slowly awakened.

My door opens up and in walks my mom. “Good morning, son.” My voice groggy, I mumble back “morning, mom.” Next thing I know I practically feel the sun’s beams heating up my shoulder and the side of my face as it’s the only part of my body that’s exposed. She had opened my window curtains up, forcing me to forgo another snooze round and sit my ass up.

Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I come to see her straightening up a bit throughout my room and the first thing I pay attention to is her outfit. She’s wearing a short night gown that’s quite the see-thru and underneath that a bra and panties. I turn away to check my phone and seen my friend has texted me: “btw would totally tap your mom 10/10” with an added bonus of laugh emojis. Ironic to read that as she was in my room and then I realized I still had morning wood going on so I couldn’t get out of bed even if she demanded me.

“You want breakfast or you eating at school?” she asks me while putting away a pair of my socks. “Uh, yeah nah, I can just eat at school. Appreciate it though.” She turns to me and nods and probably not thinking anything of it, as she seems to be in her own work zone, bends over and while my eyes were already set on her, I catch a glimpse of her ass under. And really what I meant by glimpse is a stare. I literally found myself looking at my mother for longer than a few seconds. Although, just yesterday I seen her bare-ass nude, screwing a guy… this time warranted a different reaction. I did not shield my eyes or even bother to look away.

While she remained bent over putting away more socks in my bottom drawer, I felt my boner twitch and some urge calling my name. I tried to dismiss it, besides, I have to get ready for school. But for some reason I just couldn’t take my eyes off her. I mean, her ass is amazing. My mom for age 34 is definitely in shape. Curvy and slightly robust with thick thighs and a small stomach. She likes to stay fit and as testament to her workout progress her ass is nice and round and to be honest, I had never seen such a thing. A real woman.

She stands straight up and turns to me and at this point I’m nearly drooling. “Michael?” she calls my name. I snap out of it, “yeah?”

“It’s time to get up.” She says in an urgent tone. “Yeah, yeah I am” I roll my blanket off the rest of my body forgetting my lasting morning wood had not subsided and I notice my mom looking at it as I begin sliding out of my bed.

‘Oh my…’ I thought, ‘he’s huge for his age.’ For the longest time and I know it isn’t right, I have sought after my own son. I couldn’t stop thinking about the day before and how I wished it was him instead of the neighbor. I stood there looking at his dick sticking straight up in his pajama pants. I could see the outline of its head. I knew I had to do something. It’s why I chose to wear this see-thru nighty and my bra and panties. I know what, I’ll find another reason to bend over.

Marcela then turns around giving her son a chance to get out of bed and bends over to pick up a used towel off the floor.

As I’m getting out of bed, my feet barely have touched the carpet when my view is obscured by my mom again bent over. At this point it has to be intentional. But why? This is my mother after all. And I should not have provocative thoughts running through my head, but somehow in an instant I’m being flooded by hormones. Then she does it, and that’s when I know it’s definitely intentional…

My mother, on all fours, reaches under and rubs her panties – swiping two fingers between the fabric that makes her pussy outline visible to my astonishment. Is this really happening? I did nothing but watch her. She rubs her pussy through her black panties in what can only be evident as a clear display of affection for me. She wanted me to watch her and so I did…

I sat on the edge of my bed with a protruding boner in my pants while my mom rubs herself. I watch porn so I’m not oblivious as to what to do and my instincts guided me to pull down my pants and stroke my dick. Mother or not, this was hot. I ignored the thoughts of this being taboo and kept my eyes glued on her.

While stroking my dick, I watched as she parted her panties to the side and massaged her clit in every motion. Up and down. In circles. Whatever to get her turned on seemed to be working for us both even. Knowing I was watching she then turned over so she was on her ass sitting on my bedroom floor and gave me a seductive look no mother should give their own while she brought her sexy thighs together and removed her panties and slung them around my dick like a horseshoe.

I could have came right then and there. Holy fuck was she being hot. I watched her spread her thighs and play with her pussy and it was all for me. “mmm son, you like mommy’s pussy?” I stutter and nod “yes.” She dips two fingers inside her glistening pussy and moans. I rapidly jerk my dick that my pajama pants slide down to my ankles.

She takes her fingers out and sucks on them, and then she gets up from off the floor and straddles my lap. Of course she was still taller than me and weighed more, I didn’t mind at all, especially when my dick slid between her ass cheeks. Next thing I know she’s kissing my lips and I never kissed many girls before let alone older ones, but in that moment I became a pro at it. It’s as if she was coaching me in kissing without saying a word. I just followed what her lips were doing and copied it and I did the same with my tongue.

She reaches back and undoes her bra and holy fucking shit! Tits! Her’s were magnificent. Truly a work of God’s art. She grabbed my wrists and guided my hands to touch them and trust me, I did more than that. I squeezed them and rolled my thumbs over her nipples a dozen times and I could tell she was enjoying that. She takes off her gown, letting it fall to the floor and slides her arms through her bra straps completely removing it too, and now she’s butt naked on my lap.

I’ll never forget her smell. She smelled heavenly and I was lost in her aurora and perfume. She then reaches behind herself and directs my dick inside her pussy, rubbing my tip between her lips before I feel a warm moist sensation encompass my dick. It was the most amazing feeling in the world, I gasped and couldn’t believe I would be loosing my virginity to my mom.

She didn’t even hesitate on me, and just swayed her hips back and forth in a very sensual rhythm. I groaned in total pleasure and couldn’t keep my eyes off the motions her sexy body made when she was fucking me. The way she was controlling her hips did it for me, I was about to cum. I felt my dick throbbing and I guess she must have felt it too because she picked up her pace as well as her breathing and fucked me really hard that my twin sized bed was shaking off it’s frame and making a squeaky noise I never knew it could make.

“Oh mom,” I grabbed her hips and she began bouncing off my lap. Her big ass was clapping loud and hard against my weak thighs. She supported herself up by resting her hands on my knees as I watched her tits jump and jiggle. Man was she so fucking sexy. “Mm mom, I’m cumming.” I release all my nut inside her pussy and at the same time she was having her glorious orgasm and I felt her pussy squeezing my dick.

(To be continued in part 2…

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