A Conference With My Mother

Going to school I had some issues - with behavior, with focus, awkwardness around girls - things like that. So one day toward the end of the school year they asked my mother and I to go to a one hour mother son conference.

When I saw my mother waiting I got hard instantly. She had on the summer outfit I loved the most - a white crocheted halter top, scalloped at the bottom with a crocheted rose at the top of the scooped neck, long white pants with a pocket on the right thigh, and a pair of wedge sandals. Her fingernails weren’t painted and her toes were painted purple, and she wore purple lipstick. She also didn’t have her glasses on (she wore.contacts) and her makeup was flawless. She was 40, a woman at her sexual peak. She had a beautiful smile, perfect teeth, gorgeous hoop earrings, a lovely laugh and a sexy phone sex voice. Maybe most sexy was that she wore her pants high up, so that no one could see her belly button.

And I could see men who stared at her who wanted to fuck her. Some would linger around wanting to stare at her. Other women envied her effortless beauty and her obliviousness to it - but at least one person that knew her stopped and told her she looked just beautiful.

For that matter before the conference I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She asked in a soft voice what was I staring at. I told her what was in my heart - you look beautiful Mom. She blushed a bit abs couldn’t help but holding back one of her beautiful smiles. “Why thank you!” she said.

The teacher came out and his jaw dropped. He’d seen her before but never as gorgeous and sexy as she was that hot June afternoon. And she got up and shook her hips. I walked behind her, looking at the backs of her feet, the way her white pants hung on her legs, her ass, the way the halter tied like a bikini top, her back, the back of her neck, her arms, how demand was as beautiful from the back as she was from the front.

Neither the teacher nor me could keep our eyes off her. And it was a turn on when the teacher said I was making progress. And my mother said she was proud of me. She took my hand - her soft skin, her thin hands - and I even went over to give her a kiss.

But I wanted more. A lot more. I wanted her sexually.

Just before we left a guy much younger came up to her. I’d seen him in the office lingering around. He introduced himself and told her she was a beautiful woman. But then she told him she was seeing someone, and got in the car and closed the door and drive off.

I sat in the front. “Mom you look really sexy,” I told her. She laughed again. “I’m not your girlfriend,” she told me “I’m your mother.” Now I had a raging hard on and I really wanted her.

We got home and didn’t get out of the car right away. She looked at me. I looked at her. She laughed nervously. “What?” she asked.

And again I asked what I wanted since I was a boy. “Can I see your belly button?” I asked.

She laughed at this at first. Meanwhile I took her entire body in.:::her purple toes, her long white pants, her bare belly, her halter top, her softly freckled chest and arms, her beautiful face, her brunette hair.

She took her belly button out for me. It was really sexy - a sweet little dimple.

That did it. I had to kiss my mother. And I wanted her sexually. I wanted to fuck her. So I reached over and gently kissed her face. She started laughing nervously. I’m not your girlfriend, I’m your mother. But I kissed her mouth with little kisses….and touched her belly button (which she loved) until she opened her mouth and our tongues were entwined in a deep kiss.

Then she whispered “let’s go inside and you can do whatever you want.” We went in the house and as soon as we closed the door I started kissing her, holding her against the wall. We grinded our bodies together. She gasped as I kissed her neck and she threw her hair back. Then she dropped her halter to the floor baring her beautiful breasts to me. They were like pencil erasers and I took each in my mouth and gave them loving care.

“You looked so beautiful at the conference today,” I told her. “Any special reason?” And she answered “Yes. As a reward to my son who I know has worked hard in schiool.”

When we went in her bedroom she caressed my chest and let me kiss her belly button. “No one has ever kissed me there - not even your father -“ she told me. And it was clear she loved being stared at, loved being desired.

I kissed her fingers and went down and sucked on her perfect toes which made her giggle and laugh and call me foot fetishistl and I said I did because she was so hot. And I could see her panties were purple too. And then she said the words that drive me wild.

“Take me….I want you inside of me.:::come home where Mommy is waiting for you….”

She was so wet going inside of her was easy. She felt wonderful inside. And she gripped me like she never had gripped anyone. And I came inside off her - exploded really - This beautiful woman.- who I wanted to have sex with for so long - and we did it on a day she wore her sexy outfit and she knew I would be turned on.

The rest of the summer she would wear that outfit at least twice a week and it was always a surprise. She let me her all over (including her ties!) her bllly button and her neck and her mouth. IShe also bought a hot pink bikini she never would before but she wore it “just for you.” And that was such a turn on.

My mother is so sexy so erotic and so hot. There’s no one that turns me on like her. .