Chapter 5
Mitch's alarm woke him up at the usual hour, but he was dead tired. He'd had a restless night, waking up twice more during the night with a hardon, thoughts of his mother's unexpectedly exciting kiss running through his mind. He'd jerked off each time, but it didn't stop him from waking up with his usual morning boner, his erect prick tenting up the sheets.
"How about some nice white lingerie this morning, Mom?" Mitch muttered to himself as he fired up his computer and started opening his picture files. He pulled up ten pictures of his mom in various outfits of white lingerie and placed them side by side on his two monitors. They were pictures he'd edited using Photoshop, putting his mother's pretty mature face on sexy pictures of busty models. "Oh yeah, now to bring up the story I want to go with these." He then went to his favorite erotica website and pulled up the story, "Educating Mom", by rmdexter, one of his favorite authors. And this was one of his favorites—the story of a young man who lavished his shy busty mother with gifts of sexy clothing and teasing lingerie, drawing her out of her conservative shell to become the sexual wildcat he'd always known lurked beneath her demure exterior. Mitch loved the description of the guy's stacked mother, picturing his own mother in the role of Cynthia every time he read it. It was his "go to" story—never failing to make him cum when he needed to get off in a hurry. He adjusted the size of the window with the story and positioned it over one of the pictures, still leaving nine pictures of his mother visible. He scooped out another generous portion of Vaseline as he started reading, his eyes flicking occasionally to the enticing Photoshopped pics of his mother. It didn't take long before he felt the delicious tingling as the contractions started in his midsection. At the last second, he minimized the window with the story, revealing the hidden picture of his mother beneath, her body clad in a brilliant white merry widow corset with matching opera length gloves, the soft white fabric reaching teasingly almost to her shoulders. He shot another massive load, the ropes of semen spurting high into the air before landing on his chest and midsection.
Mitch sat there breathing heavily as his pounding heartrate slowly returned to normal, his stomach and hand covered with a warm creamy batch of spunk. He closed his eyes for a second, feeling like he could fall asleep right there, his restless night of lurid motherly dreams and an early morning intense orgasm leaving him almost woozy.
"Fuck, that was good," Mitch thought to himself as he reached down for his towel and wiped himself off. He checked the time and, still feeling horny, figured he'd still have time to whip off another load after his shower. He left his computer running, knowing the screensaver would come on in ten minutes, and then it would go into sleep mode after that. He stumbled into the shower, letting the pelting spray rain down on his skull as he leaned forward against the shower wall, the blissful sensation of the steaming pellets tingling luxuriously as they pounded against his tall muscular body. He dried himself and combed his hair, ready for the school day ahead. He pulled on a pair of soft flannel pajama pants and an old t-shirt, getting ready to head downstairs for some breakfast. He looked over at his bed, still feeling groggy, even after his shower.
"Just two minutes," he said to himself as he lay down, closing his eyes as his head hit the pillow.
"MITCH!.....MITCH!"
Mitch's eyes flew open, his mother voice snapping him out of his slumber as she pounded on his door. "Wh....what?" he gasped out as he quickly sat up.
"Justin's here to pick you up. You're going to be late. Hurry up."
"Okay...okay. I'll be right there." Totally disoriented, he tore off what he was wearing and pulled on a pair of jeans and a polo shirt, and then stuffed his school books into his knapsack.
"C'mon, Stevens. Let's go." He heard his friend, Justin, call from beyond his door.
"Alright...alright. Take it easy, dipshit. I'll be right there."
"Mitchell!" His mother chastised him, once again using his full name.
Stuffing his feet into his shoes, he opened the door to see his friend and mother waiting for him.
"Did you forget we agreed to be there early today to get setup for our presentation?" Justin asked.
"Uh, I....uh...kind of fell back to sleep."
"You've got everything we need though, right?"
"Yeah, right here." Mitch patted his knapsack.
"Okay, let's go." Justin started for the stairs, Mitch and his mother right behind him. When they got to bottom of the stairs and turned towards the front door, Justin paused, pointing to his friend's knapsack.
"What are you taking your calculus book for?" Justin asked, noticing the corner of the textbook sticking out of the top of the pack. "We don't have that today."
"Yeah, I was in a hurry." Mitch said, a flustered look on his face as he pulled the book out. "Mom, could you put this back in my room for me?"
"Sure, sweetie. But just hang on a second," his mother said, hurrying into the kitchen as Justin went out the front door. She reached into a cupboard and strode back, her full breasts jiggling nicely beneath her robe. As usual, Mitch's eyes were instantly drawn to the deep dark line of cleavage visible where the two sides of the robe had come somewhat loose when she'd reached up into the cupboard. "Here, you missed breakfast, so take a couple of these." He took the two power bars she offered, stuffing one into a pocket of his knapsack while he tore open the wrapper on the other one.
"Thanks, Mom," he said as she took his arm and turned him towards the front door.
"Have a good day, sweetie. Knock 'em dead in your presentation." As they reached the door, she reached up and gave him another kiss, this time on the cheek, her warm breath tickling the inside of his ear as she slowly drew back. It sent another tingling shiver down his spine, and his eyes immediately flicked to the gaping front of her robe, the upper swells of her substantial breasts filling the teasing opening that she'd yet to close. She noticed where he was looking and pulled her robe tighter, pushing him out the door as she smiled. "Go on now, Mr. Big Eyes. See you after school." Mitch flushed and ran to his friend's car, his prick already stirring in his pants from the glimpse he'd gotten of his mother's big guns.
"That boy's a real tit-man, that's for sure," Nicole said to herself as she made her way back upstairs. She'd noticed the way her son had been looking at her the last few years, and she had to admit, she loved the attention. Like last night when they'd come home from the dinner out, Mitch had definitely been looking at her with more than casual interest in his gaze. His eyes kept going to her chest, which she knew the tight cowl-sweater showed off teasingly. Her husband never seemed to notice anymore, and last night was a perfect example of that as well. She was feeling somewhat amorous after the couple of glasses of wine she'd had, and then seeing the appreciative look in her son's eyes as he'd looked her up and down had made her feel even more aroused. But when she'd gotten to her bedroom, Rick had begged off any chance at intimacy as she'd tried to kiss him, sighting a busy day at the office on Friday in preparation for his fishing trip Saturday. He'd quickly turned off his light and was snoring soundly as she sat there in bed, frustrated once more. At 39, she was in her sexual prime, and was feeling continuously horny, her fingers having to bring her the satisfaction she seemed to need more than ever before. She'd be happy if her husband paid even half of the attention to her that she got from her son.