Two missing partners
My wife kicked me out about six months ago, so I'm stuck living with my mother again. Something pretty depressing about having to move back in with your parents after being gone for so long. But that's my life -- pretty depressing. As for me, I'm a 32-year old, divorced, father-of-two. Like me, my mother is also divorced. My father left her about 4 years ago for his high school sweetheart. My mom has had a few boyfriends since then, but nothing that lasted. A couple of men that used her as their punching bag and a few others that just used her for what's between her legs.
Heading home from a local pub, almost too drunk to drive, fortunately only having to go about five miles. To make matters worse, I have to head home drunk, horny, and alone. Of course, that's the way it's been since my wife kicked me out. No sex and lots of drinking. So, here I am standing on the front porch of my mother's house, trying to sober up enough to open the door and calm down enough to let my hard-on disappear. I open the door and it's completely dark. She must be asleep, I think to myself.
As I open the door, I hear a sound. Someone is crying -- and it's my mom. I turned on a light and find my mother lying on the sofa sobbing. I can see from the glass on the coffee table she had been drinking. "It's not fair," she says to me as I enter the living room. "What's not fair mom?" She looks at me as if I should already know the answer. "Men are jerks. And I have to be alone again," mom says, followed by a heavy sigh. "I'm alone too, so you're not alone," I fake a laugh.
"Come here," she said. I walked over to my mother who was now sitting up on the couch. That's when I first noticed that her blouse was completely unbuttoned and lying open, showing off some of the best cleavage I have ever seen. My mom is still a pretty good looker. She's fifty, but still a fine figure of a woman. Pretty for a mom, with breasts that are definitely her best asset. From what I can see right now, they are beautiful. I lose my breath just staring at them. "Excuse me," I finally heard her say, "Would you please sit down?"
I sat down next to her and my movement on the couch opened her shirt even more, exposing the right side of her left nipple. Oh my God, I thought to myself. "Oh, does this bother you? I can cover up if you want," she said while gently caressing the side of her blouse. "No, it's no bother. in fact it's pretty nice," I know -- not the greatest reply, but I was amazed that I could even form sentences at this point. As this was happening, it never occurred to me that I again had a hard-on that was bulging through my dress pants noticeably. "Looks like you have someone who would like to come out," my mother said, reaching across and stroking down one slow time on my penis through my pants.
Then she took it out, wrapped her fingers around my shaft and continued to stoke it. Then she took it into her mouth, her lips were wonderful as they smothered my cock. I can't believe I didn't come right away but I tried to hold it back. About two minutes was all I had in me. After six months of not having any, and after being horny, my mother's mouth got the best of me and I shot what most have been a bucket full of sperm into her mouth.
"Oh God!" I screamed, as my mother took all of it, she didn't miss a drop. She continued sucking for a couple of more minutes until she realized she had taken it all. She looked up at me and smiled. She stood up and took off her blouse, exposing her breasts completely to me. They were as beautiful as I had always imagined except they were bigger than I had thought. Her nipples were huge. She took her fingers and started to play with them. She closed her eyes and just stood in front of me.
"Please sleep with me tonight," she said. "I promise that you'll never want to sleep in your bed again." I grabbed her hand and led her to the bedroom.