Mom Took Over

I admit it. I always struggled to find a girlfriend. Damn it, I even struggled to get laid. Moron me just fucked things up. All the time. I never got any clues. I really struggled to keep an ordinary conversation up and running. Talking with girls, or women, was a next to impossible thing to do for me. When I was around 21, I had enough of my misery. And enough of being a virgin: I went to a prostitute for the first time. I fucked for the first time. And it worked. So I finally found a way to relieve my sexual urges.
But I was living in a small town. No, not at home anymore, I had my own place, but I still was living in my hometown where everyone knew everyone. So it didn't took long until people began to talk. They gossiped behind my back about me frequently visiting sex workers. I knew about it, but I just didn't care about. I just don't gave a fuck about them talking. Until the day my own mom approached me and wanted to ask me about what I was doing.
The talk happened on a lazy Sunday afternoon. After dad, mom and I had a family lunch together. At my parents place, the place I grow up in and still call home. Dad wasn't involved in it. He went off to watch some sport after lunch was finished. Mom and I staid at the dinner table in the kitchen, got ourselves some ice cold beers and then she began to ask questions.
She was curious about me, about my sex live, about literally everything that was going on in my life. I answered all of her questions. Told her about my struggles. Explained her why I was visiting sex workers over and over again. She just listened. Without judging me. Without looking down on me. She also told me that she has no problem with me seeing prostitutes, but she has a problem with people talking behind my, behind our backs. I told her that I won't stop doing what I was doing. She told me that she would find another solution. Another way for me Düzce Escort to get rid of my urges. And of the negative talk about our family in town.
After our conversation was over, we hugged, I said goodbye to dad -- he more or less ignored me, as he always does when watching sport -- and I went back to my place. I might have spend the rest of my Sunday jerking off to some nice porn, or playing a computer game, honestly I can't tell you what I have done. But I was definitely doing something to distract myself from the conversation I had with my mom earlier that day.
Some days later, out of nowhere, I got a message from mom: "Want me to come over and help you cleaning your place?"
I hadn't to think about her offer for longer than the blink of an eye. I texted back "Yes, sure" pretty damn fast. No, not that I was too lazy too clean. Or that I wasn't doing it once a week. But not having to clean your place on your own, seriously, who would decline an offer like that?
One week later, it was late afternoon, I was already back from home, it knocked on my door. I, dressed in the most casual clothes you can imagine, yes, boxers and a T-shirt, opened the door. It was my mom standing in front of me. She was here to clean my place. We shared a welcoming hug, we had some chit chat and then she asked for me cleaning supplies. Then she went straight to work. I offered her my help, but she declined: "Sit down son, do whatever you want. Relax. I am taking care of everything for you from now on."
"Okay. Thanks mom." After saying that, I jumped on my sofa, turned on the TV and played some video games.
Mom was all over the place: Cleaning up the kitchen, my bathroom, my bedroom and in the end she came into the living room. She really took her time with cleaning up my place. Especially when she was dusting off behind my TV. She bent over to do so. Düzce Escort Bayan She was wearing a very short skirt. And no panties. She took me by surprise. I just had to stare at her pussy. I had to check out her beautiful legs. And I had to stare at her plugged asshole.
Damn it, it was a turn on for me. But luckily a few moments later my brain was back online. You don't stare at your mom's private parts. So I ignored her as good as I could. Told her to hurry up, because I wanted to keep on playing. But she was in no hurry. She kept on cleaning the back of my TV. For a minute or so. When she was done, she turned around, smiled at me, came over to me, gave me a long hug and said goodbye. She was done cleaning for the day.
My mom coming over cleaning my place turned into a once every week thing pretty damn fast. Strangely she was always dressed like a slut when she came over. She always found ways to show me her boobs, her pussy or even her asshole. To make things worse, her asshole normally was plugged. She wore an anal plug while cleaning her son's place. Can it get even more sluttier?
I have to admit, what she was doing, grew on me with time. At first seeing her dressed that way, behaving that way just felt wrong and awkward. But with time I got used to her acting that way. I even began to enjoy her behaving that way. It began to make me hard. And harder. I started to fantasize about my mom. In a dirty, nasty sexual way. I jerked off thinking about her a lot. Somehow my conscience was still trying to convince me that my doing was wrong, but well, horny me took over more and more.
Again, some time passed by. I began to embrace the days when mom was over. I wasn't just sitting in front of the TV anymore. I was chasing her through my place. Enjoying watching her bending over. With a huge hard one between my legs. Secretly stroking Escort Düzce him. Teasing myself all the time she was over. Creaming my boxers with her being in the same room. I still tried to hide my doing from her. But she knew exactly what I was doing. She even gave me an encouraging smile from time to time. She wanted me to do what I was doing.
And it got even better. One cleaning day mom just said the following: "You like your mom, son, don't you? You love getting off to me?"
I was at a point were I was able to just say: "Yes, mom. I love getting off to you."
Me saying so put a huge smile on her face: "You want to do even more?"
A huge fucking smile appeared on my face: "I'd love to."
"So use me like you use one of your hookers."
A few seconds later I was naked. Fingering my mom's pussy while I bent her over the kitchen table. Preparing her fuck hole for my rock hard dick. She moaned a lot. Then I slid my rock hard dick inside her dripping wet pussy. Gentle thrusts first. It felt great. Her pussy wrapped herself around my rock hard dick. Her pussy swallowed my boner. I enjoyed myself. I enjoyed every second of it. She did so too, but after some time, between her moans, she whispered the following: "Fuck me harder. Use your mom like the dirty whore she is."
I stopped holding back. My dick was stabbing her pussy. Fast, hard and deep thrusts. Always balls deep. Her moaning getting more and more intense. My balls aching more and more. My dick getting even harder. Tension was building up. Two bodies began to tremble. A pair of balls unloaded themselves deep inside a dripping wet pussy. Orgasms were going off at the same time.
After the fireworks were over and we two had regained ourselves, mom just said the following: "From now on, when you feel the need to fuck, just call your mom. No need to go to a sex worker anymore. I am there for you. Always."
An incredible huge smile appeared on my face: "Yes, mom I will."
But it all had a downside too: Mom came over to fuck from now on, not to clean my place anymore.
Thanks for reading. And as always with my stories, it is fiction. Have a nice day.