Arousing Mum in Chapter 1
All individuals involved in sexual activity in this narrative are eighteen and over.
It was Wednesday afternoon around four when my mother gave me a call. She went straight to the point, "Barry, someone has offered to buy our home, it's worth more than what I was hoping for. This man wants to move in a week from now. I'll put my belongings in a storage facility, can you provide me with temporary accommodation until I find a suitable apartment?"
"Sure thing, mum, will you be cooking for me? Can I assist you with arranging your furniture?"
"Absolutely, I'll take care of it. A company will be arriving to pack and store my things. I won't be keeping everything; a few items will be sold at auction, but I've that covered. I'll call the attorney and have him accept the offer. Thank you again, Barry. You've always been my favourite and have always been there for me."
A year ago, I had moved into a stunning apartment following my graduation. My roommate and I had shared a bachelor's apartment. We both had a blast there, studying and working together at a game software company. I was proficient in programming. I created two highly successful games. Soon after, I decided to start working for myself. My efforts have since proven lucrative, providing me with vast amounts of income every month, making me financially secure.
I lived in a four-floor apartment block with twelve apartments. There were four widows and three ladies married to elderly men in the building. I was fairly tall, handsome, and could engage in meaningful conversations. I was quite taken with one of the widows. She was in her sixties and quite appealing. One of the married ladies was breathtaking. Her husband was a quarter-century older than her and diagnosed with dementia.
She lived on the same floor as me. One evening after eight, Jean popped by our door, asking for my assistance. Her husband had fallen and couldn't get up. Could I lift and carry him to his bed? After moving him, she thanked me gratefully. Joe had a medical bed in his bedroom to prevent further mishaps. He was bedridden but could not fall out of it. A nurse visited in the morning to shave and dress him. He spent the day watching television with Jean, who provided him with lunch. Another nurse arrived early in the evening to put him to bed due to a longer-than-anticipated TV session.
Jean entered my living room carrying a tray with a glass of wine and a bottle of wine in a cooler. Wearing a dress that only reached her mid-thigh, she held her wine glass out to me, "May I freshen up for a few minutes? The wine is in the refrigerator if you'd like a refill."
Five minutes later, Jean appeared in the living room again, wearing a short robe. I was almost certain she was naked underneath. I picked up the glass from the tray and poured her wine while she thanked me. She sat beside me on the sofa, "Thanks, Barry, it's so thoughtful of you to look after me. He's sleeping peacefully according to the monitor. That'll be him until the morning, around eight. The late evening nurse administered his medication. I shouldn't have let him stay up so long; thank you again for your assistance. Are you currently in a relationship?"
I was caught off guard by her question. With our legs touching on the sofa and plenty of eye contact, I smiled, "Unfortunately, no Jean, my business consumes most of my time, leaving little room for socialising. May I ask, how old is Joe? You're incredibly attractive. Jeans smiled, "He's seventy-five now, I turn fifty next month. We've been married for twenty-five years, we have a son, he's smart. He's currently employed by Apple in California. Our marriage is unfulfilling. What do you find attractive about me?"
I smiled, "Jean, you possess many admirable features. You're tall, attractive, and have a stunning figure. Your long legs excite me."
"Barry, you're boosting my confidence so much. Would you grant me the pleasure of a kiss and a warm embrace?"
I embraced her, our mouths met, Jean's passion burned intensely. We continued on the sofa, Jean eager for more physical intimacy.
Jean kissed with all her heart, spreading her legs in the process. Her hips were filled with power, and she was pressing her pussy against the bulge in my pants. This took me by surprise, as she still had on her thin dressing gown. I cupped her huge left breast, feeling its hard nipple. Up until this point, she had remained clothed. I squeezed her firm breast between my thumb and index finger, causing Jean to whimper with delight and say, "I'll take off this robe right now, but let's head to the bedroom. That way, we'll be more comfortable there."
Jean picked up the remote control. Joe was still fast asleep in the next room. My massive erection begged to fuck Jean. Her dressing gown was removed, revealing an athletic body covered in tattoos. She had large, beautiful breasts with extended nipples. I removed my boxers and stepped out of them. Jean reached inside and stroked my mighty cock, then slid them off. I stepped out of them.
"My, what a fine cock you've got," Jean marveled. "I've never seen one of this size. You're rock hard, Barry. I need you. We can make love later, but fuck me hard now."
Jean lay on the bed with her legs wide apart. I rubbed the massive head of my cock along her lengthy slit, filling it with her slippery nectar. With my every penetration, I felt how her cunt flaps cling tightly to the base of my cock. With one deep thrust, Jean's cunt completely engulfed my giant tool. The feeling of her clenching walls around my cock was mind-blowing.
I hesitated for a moment and asked, "Is this all right for you?"
"Oh, yes, it's so incredible! The head of your cock is hitting my cervix; fuck me, fuck me hard."
A few minutes later, Jean's body trembled slightly with her small, preliminary orgasms. She was providing me with an exquisite ride. Our eyes locked, and after ten more minutes of intense fucking, we climaxed together. It was an unforgettable experience. We lay in the bed together, and Jean said, "Barry, I'd like to see you again. We'll text each other. I needed this, and I want more of it. How do you feel?"
I leaned in and tenderly kissed her. "I would be thrilled to continue having your body with me. We can make each other feel pleasure."
Later on, we got on top of the bed, this time with Jean on top. It was past eleven when I left, having exchanged my number with her. She said, "Barry, thank you for making me feel like a desirable woman once more."
That was just the beginning of my relationship with Jean. We didn't follow a strict schedule and usually hooked up whenever we both needed it. We were both satisfied with our private living spaces, and over time, the sex only got better. Jean became more adventurous and enjoyed trying new positions, sometimes cooking for me at night, which added a domestic aspect to our relationship.
One day, I accidentally discovered a letter addressed to Eva, the Jewish widow who lived on the floor above me. I decided to bring the letter up to her in the late afternoon, knowing she had tons of junk mail and only checked the mailbox occasionally.
I rang her doorbell. She opened the door wearing a sexy red kimono with a large opening, revealing a tit stiffening from her desire. Smiling at my presence, she said, "I'm so grateful for your help, Barry. I've been struggling with my laptop. It's failing me, and it makes me feel isolated. Can you please take a look at it?"
"I can help with that, just let me see it in the kitchen."
Eva lead me into the kitchen, and as I observed her laptop, it was completely blacked out as over sixty windows were open in a browser. I inquired, "Eva, when did you last turn off this machine?"
"Never. I suppose I should do that?"
"It's a good idea because it clears the system," I explained. "I'm going to reset it for you, but it will take a few minutes; your laptop will work much better after that."
She thanked me and returned to the living room. "Barry, I'll have a drink. Would you like one?"
I laughed. "I'm not one to deny a good drink."
I powered down Eva's laptop and turned it back on. The browser displayed a message that read "Chrome didn't close properly. Do you wish to reopen the Tabs?" I clicked yes, and when I saw what she was looking at online, I was intrigued. Eva had an attraction to younger men - as evidenced by the porn she was browsing. She was also on a role-play and dating sites. It didn't take much deduction to figure out that Eva liked young guys.
Eva walked into the kitchen and said, "How's it going? Can you help me fix it?"
"Eva, I've got it all fixed! I've got your tabs back, if you clean out the ones you don't need, it'll make your computer run faster. Do you want to learn how to shut down your laptop too?"
Eva smiled and responded, "I'll close them all now, then you can show me. By the way, I like this smell. It makes me feel good."
Eva closed all the tabs, and we sat together while I taught her how to shut down her computer. When she was finished, our arms touched. I could feel her large, bare breast against my arm. She murmured, "Do I smell better when we get closer?"
I chuckled, "If I were to answer that question, we would need to get a lot closer."
Eva leaned towards me and kissed me passionately, pressing her large breast against me. I caressed her massive tits while we kissed. I told her, "You smell fantastic. Your kissing skills are incredible. Is there a more comfortable place where we can be?"
"Close and comfortable - I like that!" Eva exclaimed. "My bedroom next door has an enormous bed. It hasn't been used in years. Let's check if we're compatible."
We made our way to Eva's bedroom. She removed her kimono, revealing an impressive body for her age. She had massive breasts, a trim waist, and long, powerful legs. Eva was an accomplished swimmer. She swam for the country and continued to swim daily to maintain her fitness.
I took off my clothes too. Eva couldn't believe the size of my penis. She exclaimed, "I've never seen one that big! I can't wait to feel you inside me."
Eva and I quickly connected sexually. Her energy and our compatibility made her a perfect sexual partner. Her partner, who was seven years her senior, struggled with a prostate problem that ended penetrative sex for him. However, he continued giving her oral pleasure.
My sex life became incredibly exciting with Jean and Eva. This couple strategy of keeping the other partner informed about their extramarital affairs made things more interesting. A threesome between me, Jean, and Eva was potentially possible, but I didn't push for it. I did have a threesome with Eva and her sister Ruth when she came to visit.
I also had a few one-night stands with two widows in the same apartment block. Life was good!
On Wednesday afternoon, my mother called to update me on her progress. "Barry, I sold the house and can now give the keys to the lawyers. I can visit you tonight if that works for you?"
I replied, "Of course, mum. We need to shop, though. When will you get here?"
"Don't worry about it. I cleaned out my fridge and freezer, and that should keep us going for a while. I'll be with you in 45 minutes. I need to shower as I've been working hard today."
Her desire to be close to me caused me some concern as she might find out about Jean and Eva. However, with Eva living in the same building, I could easily continue my two-women relationships if my mother stayed in the apartment.
My mother arrived, and I helped her bring her groceries inside. I had never seen her in jeans before, and I thought she looked good. She was a tall, curvy woman with a lot of class. My father had passed away four years ago from cancer. He left a large life insurance policy, which granted my mother financial security and allowed her to buy several apartments in the area.
Mum went for her shower. I was sitting in the living room when she emerged wearing a shirt and leggings. She said, "Where's the wine? I'll need it for cooking."
Our evening was relaxed and mostly consisted of conversations about where she might live. She expressed interest in acquiring a flat on the same block, sending my heart fluttering with worry that she might discover Jean and Eva's existence. However, I had no problem with her staying since I could visit them any time I wanted.
The first week went by quickly; I loved my mom's cooking and the apartment had never been cleaner. I could sneak off for a few hours, and she didn't even suspect a thing. My mom and I were spending a lot of time together. We'd go out for dinner in the evening. We were fortunate, as there were ten outstanding eateries within a five-minute walk of the apartment.
Time flew right by. My mom had been with me for over two months. It wasn't like before, when she would ask me about schoolwork. We were engaging in activities together. I managed to snag two tickets to a Rod Stewart concert. My mom got so excited. She kept questioning me about what she should wear. I told her to wear whatever made her feel comfortable.
My mom's best friend was Sal. They were the same age. They had gone to the same university together. Sal had pursued a medical degree. She had wed an older doctor. He had passed away five years earlier. Sal still worked at the clinic they had started. Sal and my mom were extremely close. They could chat on the phone for hours in the evenings without issue. Sal was a voluptuous widow, and I thought she would be a fantastic fuck.
Sal was offering my mom advice on what to wear. Now my mom was making suggestions on her own. One evening, we had dined at a bistro close to the apartment. During dinner, my mom made an unexpected comment, "Barry, Sal inquired if you had a girlfriend since it was a bit odd for a single man your age to take his mother to a Rod Stewart performance. I informed her that I didn't think it was odd at all because I was delighted to have invited her. I've loved Rod Stewart's music for years."
This comment made me grin. "Mom, it's true, I'm not currently seeing anyone. I'm quite preoccupied with my new video game, nearly ready to release. And I'm grateful that we're going to the concert together. You're not only my mother, but also my best friend. I've a question for you, doubtlessly since you're an attractive, curvy woman. Why aren't you dating anyone?"
My mom leaned over and clasped my hand, an intimate gesture she had never before made. "Barry, you're my best friend, too. I'm beyond thrilled you invited me to the concert. This outing means a great deal to me. I haven't been dating anyone because I've had other matters to attend to over the past four years. Since Sal's husband passed away, she's been very active. For the past two years, she's been involved with a married gentleman working for a pharmaceutical firm. He's twenty years younger than Sal. His wife recently discovered this. Sal's relationship has now ended. She asked me to attend a disco with her for people over forty. I informed her I wasn't interested. I'm overjoyed living in the apartment with you. To be honest, I haven't been searching for an apartment for myself."
I was pleased with what my mom had shared. I was convinced that she enjoyed my company just as much. Sal's amorousness didn't shock me. The last few times I had seen her, she had flirted with me. My mom seemed so content. We had been open with one another. "Mom, I'm looking forward to the concert. I'm sure we'll have a wonderful time."
My mom clasped my hand yet again, this time more softly, "Darling, will you do something for me?"
"Mom, anything you ask for, I'll do it!"
Mom smiled, "Barry, would you refer to me as 'Babs' when we're out in public from now on?"
"Babs, no problem. Do you wish for me to call you 'Darling' in return?"
Mom chuckled; she looked so content. As we strolled back to the apartment, my mom held my hand and said, "Darling, I've enjoyed tonight immensely. I'm eagerly awaiting the concert on Wednesday. Let's catch the train into the city. After the performance, we can dine out and take a taxi home. We can act like we're on a date."
I pondered the idea of a pretend date. My mom had said this to me? I pondered what might occur once we returned home. My mom often wore conservative attire. Sal had a style that showed off her curves. I'd only thought of Sal sexually, but never my mom.
We arrive home, "Barry, let's grab a glass of wine and watch the news. You pour the wine, and I'll come join you in the lounge wearing my robe."
My mom adored watching the news. She always wore a robe when she prepared breakfast for me in the past. This was the initial time she'd elected to do so in the evening. As I poured the wine, I pondered if my mom was acting differently around me. Was this because she was interested in me?
When my mom entered the living room, she was looking breathtaking and sexy. I've never seen her wear that silky robe before. First, I noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples were hard. I commented, "Mom, the colors of your robe suit you so well. You look great in it."
Mom picked up her glass of wine from the coffee table. We clicked glasses and said, "Thank you, Barry. I've had such a wonderful evening. I like the cozy atmosphere in the Bistro, and the food is delicious. Sal gave me this as a gift last year. This is the first time I've worn it. I adore the texture of silk against my skin. What time do you want breakfast in the morning?"
"How about eight o'clock for you? Tomorrow will be a busy day for me since I'll need to review my new project. Is that a new perfume you're wearing? I love the pleasant smell."
"Do you like it? Sal gave me this perfume along with the robe. I'll wear it for you if you like it. Eight o'clock is fine for me. I'm going to a recommended boutique by Sal for an outfit for the concert."
Mom sat down next to me on the couch. We were watching the news and chatting. I felt tempted to move my thigh closer to mom's thigh, but I didn't have the courage to do so. I refilled both of our glasses. We sipped our wine and talked. Mom inquired if I'd like a refill later. I told her I needed a clear mind for tomorrow.
I took the empty glasses into the kitchen. When I came back to the hallway, mom was waiting for me. She smiled and said, "Barry, is it alright if I buy a younger-looking outfit for the concert? I want to look stylish as well."
"Mom, you're a very attractive lady with a beautiful body figure. Wear something that makes you feel comfortable. It's important for you. Mom, if you choose an outfit that emphasizes your luscious body, it would make me happy.
I'm not sure where I got the courage to say this to my mom. I now said it and mom had a surprised expression on her face.
"Barry, I want you to be honest with me. I'm your mom, and you are my son. I like it when you call me Mom. This evening has been a fantastic experience for me. The concert is going to be an exciting night out for me. I take it you want me to dress alluringly and enticingly for you. Consider it, as it's something I've never done in my life before. I've always dressed conservatively."
Mom was considering the idea. My bedroom was located at the end of the hallway. As I opened the door, I said, "Mom, I find your figure captivating. Good night and see you at eight for breakfast."
Early the next day, I was up and ready. I went into the kitchen. Mom was frying something in the pan. She was still wearing her silk robe. The first thing that struck me was the pleasant smell of her perfume. I approached her from behind and placed my hands on her thin waist, "Mom, you smell amazing this morning. Your waist is slim."
I moved closer to her neck and took a deep breath of her perfume, "Barry, I put it on for you. I was considering buying something young and attractive for the concert. I haven't felt so excited about purchasing clothes in my life before. The yoga keeps me fit."
Mom seemed cheerful at breakfast. I told her I'd tackle the dishes. She had already taken a shower. As she changed, I saw her coming out of her bedroom. She was wearing a tight blouse and leggings. Her huge breasts were bouncing mesmerizingly. Any tit lover in the world would admire them. I smiled at her, "Mom, you look amazing. Your bra is fitting you well. It's accentuating your big, voluptuous breasts."
Mom did a little twirl while thrusting out her massive breasts, "I appreciate that. The boutique I'll visit has excellent lingerie. I'm wearing this bra because I want my bras to be comfortable. The cups of this bra dig into my big boobs. I want a bra that performs the same function but is more comfortable to wear."
I hugged her while pulling her close. I asked, "Mom, are you someone who enjoys a bit of discomfort before pleasure?"
I felt the weight of mom's large breasts as she pressed them against my chest. "Darling, I've never done that before, but it sounds interesting."
While I held her large breasts, I asked her, "Babs, what's going to happen with you? I'd like to understand the real you. Let me know where it hurts so I can massage them for you?"
She lifted herself up on her toes, her enormous bosoms pressing against my chest. Her lips were moving closer to mine. "Dear, you're the first guy who's touched my big ones without a kiss. Let's fix that, but keep rubbing them since it feels so nice."
Our lips met, our tongues were swirling around in each other's mouths. Her kisses were filled with so much passion. My cock was hard, as were her nipples. The tip of my tongue was playing with the roof of her mouth. I placed my right hand on her butt and pulled her toward me.
Her butt felt incredible as I pressed my bulging dick against her pussy. She gasped when she sensed this. She separated our kiss and began to dry humping me. Her hips were making circular movements. "Barry, please tell me I made you this gigantic hard-on. It feels so big. Please be honest with me, as I wish to tell you something."
"Babs, to be completely honest, I find you delightfully sexy. I enjoy your company. Even just looking at your spectacular physique gets me aroused. Would you prefer to wear sexy clothing around the apartment? I adore how you kiss. I've been pondering over the incest connotations. We're both grownups. I don't want to fuck you because you're my mother. When we make love, it'll be entirely different."
She was still thrusting my cock with her pussy, "Barry, I've been dwelling here for over two months now. My settling here has altered my life. After the first week, all I could think about was sex. To tell you the truth, my thoughts were constantly about having sex with you. I'd go to sleep thinking about you. The first thing I did in the morning was think about you. Throughout the day, I'd change my underwear at the very least three times. I'd leave my soiled underwear in the basket, hoping you'd discover it. Darling, I'm head over heels in love with you. I'm your mother and I want to make love with you."
I was utterly astounded. My mother was declaring her feelings for me. She'd also told me she intended to leave by nine. As I effortlessly loosened her bra, I knew she'd be staying later. This occurred without any resistance. I took off her bra and top without any resistance from her. We were both engaged in long lingering kisses, filled with a lot of tongue and lip action. I broke the kiss. As I caressed her enormous, juicy breasts, I uttered, "Babs, I adore your stunning, big, juicy tits, your nipples are so firm. Your slender waist accentuates your body so much. Do you want me?"
As mum undid my belt and unzipped my trousers, she said, "I want you, Barry, forgive me if I climax rapidly. I'll be here for you whenever you need me. In our relationship, I don't want any pressure or drama and absolutely no stress. I feel so unrestrained being with you. The only positive thing to result from my marriage was you. I want to get to know you too. Darling, I love you."
"Babs, I feel the same way. Did you pleasure yourself since you've been alone?"
"Barry, please suck on my nipple. I'll cum faster and can last longer if you do that. My sex life with your father was unexciting. In the years we were together, he never made me orgasm once. I want us to be daring in the things we do in bed. Yes, I've had to give myself pleasure for years. I have a lot of toys we can use. I want to be very open-minded with you. Darling, I want you to know I'm also bisexual."
As mum spoke, I had been sucking her hard nipple. Mum had my cock in her hand now. She was stroking it so gently as her other fingers massaged my heavy balls. "Barry, I desire to be naughty with you. The fact that your large, thick cock is inside me will give me such enjoyment."
I slid my hand into the waistband of mum's leggings. Her vulva was swollen, and she was bald down there. I spread her thick labia apart. A gigantic, hooded clit popped out. I teased it with my fingertips. She was so wet as I slid my two long, thick fingers into her. Mum gasped, "Barry, that feels so fucking awesome. You'll make me climax. I'm so near now. Do you want to fuck me on the hallway carpet or shall we go to the bed?"
Mom's pussy felt fantastic. It was wet and snug. I finger-fucked her with two digits while massaging her humongous clit with my thumb, asking, "Mom, let me make you cum right here, then we can go to bed. Would you like me to make you gush now, because I'd love to feel your creamy cunt nectar erupt over my hand?"
Mom's response caught me off guard. "Honey, continue with your fingers, and I'll gush. That's how Sal makes me gush. Once we reach the bedroom, I'll ride you in the cowgirl position. I'll bounce my sizable boobs for you. Carry on, I'm so close. You've just made me gush. I'm cumming."
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