My Mom the Cowgirl MILF

Warning, this story has some graphic nature. If you don’t want to read it skip two paragraphs when you see this (Warning) it wont effect the plot, and you’ll still get the idea of what’s going on.

Nineteen, single, part way through a trade my father picked for me and my parents have just announced their divorce over dinner. Did I mention our new country home still smells like new paint?

My sister Ellaine burst out. “Does this affect me going to university?”

I turned my head towards her and said, “Wow you’re a bitch.”

“Hey!” Dad said.

My mother gave me a smile and took my hand. “Sister or not, what did I teach you?”

I nodded my head. “Sorry, just shocked is all.”

“Me too. I’m sorry.” Ellaine said.

I looked Ellaine in the eyes and rubbed her on the shoulder and back. She had picked up riding horses, like mom did. It was both my mother and her lifelong desire to move to the country. So even though she was my younger sister I did have to watch my step or I could lose a tooth or get a broken nose. The other reason was my fathers dream shop and giant yard.

“I’ll be staying here, your father will be moving back into the old house back in town. But, you two are free to stay anywhere you want.” Mom said.

Dad cleared his throat. “I will still be coming out here to work on the trucks and manage shipping. But I will likely spend more time on the road.”

“That way the horses can stay here. I’m also staying on as a bookkeeper and part time with the company, plus my sales job back at the dealership.” Mom said.

“That’s right, we’re not tearing up the company or houses, or you guys. We just drifted apart as husband and wife. But I still respect your mother very much and we’re still friends, we’ll work together and we still have you two.” Dad said.

I cleared my throat and stood up. “I need some air.” I rushed for the balcony outside and looked out over the fresh landscaping and dark fields.

Lights from the small town lit up the distant landscape. It was my mothers dream location, overlooking the small town my father had built a trucking company in.

Mom snuck up on me in thought and startled me, it gave her a smile to know she had spooked me. We said nothing, she just put her hand on my back and looked out into the darkness with me.

Mom worked at a car dealership taking messages and booking appointments. Her boss had an old school outlook to the role of the secretary. They must be pleasant, beautiful and female, they could be brainless just as long as they fit the first three traits. Mom had four traits going for her. Some of the women complained about him, but mom made as much as the sales people did, working as a front desk greeter. On the side she always had makeup and health businesses, which she did well at too.

Sally was her name. An innocent, polite and respected woman within the community. Brunette hair with a few greys showing. Which only added to her mature beauty. Her fair skin was soft and well cared for. Years of riding horses gave her a figure any woman would die for. Thick thighs, round ass and a flat stomach. Ellaine wasn’t far off either, looking at her it was probably like looking back in time.

Amazing mother, always there, always supportive. I loved her very much and so did my friends. The literal soccer mom, and football mom when it came to car pooling. She hated sports, but she was always at my games cheering us on. We were also the most popular car pool van.

Dad was a truck driver, we owned four rigs. He drove one on long hauls for crossing borders and the other 3 drivers did a combination of long and short hauls. It’s also the reason my name is Ken. A fact my mother found years later when I was about 10, wow did she flip out when she learnt that one.

But my fixation with mom began when I was 15 and still living at the house in town. The internet had died, they said the cables were cut and would take several days to fix due to the heavy rain. 15, no porn, no ‘older brothers magazines’, and no outdoor sports, that was hell. On top of it, Ellaine, my little sister pestered me to play non stop giving me no privacy.

Hunter, our Labrador, had broken free and was running around the front street. Playing a big game of ‘catch me if you can’ in the puddles and mud. Finally after what felt like half an hour of chasing Hunter around, mom returned home.

She wore a dark pencil skirt, with a white blouse. Her brunette hair was tied in a bun and she wore heels. Hunter was her dog and he ran straight for her. It took 3 neighbors, myself, Ellaine and my mom 15 minutes to get Hunter into the backyard. By the end, mom was barefoot, soaking wet and her hair a tangled mess with strands hanging down her face. But she was laughing the whole time.

What really did it though was her blouse, it had come free from her skirt, and the white fabric clung to her body exposing a wonderful tantalizing hourglass figure. Beneath it I grew curious of her bra and its thin lace fabric. For a minute she bent over and struggled with putting his collar back on. I stared at the two thin black straps that rode above her skirt along her hips. It was a minute that was burned into my memory. How those straps creased her flesh and rode high up on her hip bones.

At that age it was an instant boner, to my embarrassment one she eventually noticed. Once we got inside the cool rain had another effect. I learnt first hand why wet tee shirts were white. I could see everything, the fabric of her bra, how it cut across her breasts, just above her nipples, which stuck out proud in the cool air. They were sharp like two frozen peas stuck in her shirt. ‘Mom, Ken has an erection again’ is another horrifying memory of that moment.

That night in the shower I came within a minute thinking of those straps and nipples. After falling asleep I dreamt of her, bent over, her heart shaped ass and tapered waist bent over the back of the couch. In my dream I pulled her skirt up and fucked her from behind. It was so vivid I woke up confused as to why I was in bed with a wet spot.

I found myself trying harder at football and soccer. Before that I played football for two reasons, dad and cheerleaders. I wasn’t a great player, but neither was my team. By senior year most of the other guys played to impress the cheerleaders and their friends. I was playing to impress my mother.

When I was seventeen she caught me in their room looking through her lingerie drawer. I lied and claimed I was trying to find a condom for a party that weekend. I got a lecture about treating women right. Then to my surprise she got me one and asked if I knew how to use it. I told her no, and she gave me three more and said practice. In a moment of Idiocy I said “Can you show me?” With a smirk. She smiled, shook her head and slapped me on the arm. “You wish.” It was my first sexual flirtation with her.

It was a memorable party, I stood in the corner feeling awkward as fuck, talking with close friends when they wandered by, then went home. Mom was still awake, nervously she asked how it went. I gave the condom back to her with a shy smile and shrug. She gave me a thin smile and to my surprise hugged me. I dry humped a pillow wearing one of the other condoms that night using the memory of her warm body. She admitted to me she didn’t want to be so close minded like her own parents and wanted us to always be open with each other.

By eighteen I had become a good player, not a star player but good enough to be noticed by Ellaine’s friends. I had also gained a reputation for being flirty at school, charming and polite with a hot body. I had been practicing with mom and it was paying off in dividends. She had fine tuned me to talk with girls, no tight clothes, nothing flashy, no ass hat flaunty moves.

“Don’t rely on your hair or muscles, don’t swagger around like a peacock. Just smile and talk with them politely and for god sakes listen to them.”

I don’t know if she wrote that down, but she said it word for word each time she told me.

I only attended parties to worry my mother and have a late night chat. In reality I was a closet nerd. She would give me a condom each time. In turn I returned it, until one night I didn’t. She greeted me like normal and just assumed I would exchange it back. We stood in the living room until she laughed and covered her mouth. She cried a little and my heart broke, afterwards we talked about it. Mom gave me another lecture about sticking by her. But turned out I was the trophy fuck, and mom was pissed.

She had stepped up to sales by then, and when she found out the girl’s parents were buying a new vehicle she poured everything on them. Later she bragged to me about how much she hosed them for in a high pressure sale.

I started my welding apprenticeship a year before we moved to the countryside. The reason was so dad could expand and mom could be closer to her horses. We moved in a month ago and here we are, staring out into the darkness together.

It took time, but after the initial shock cooled down, they were right. Little changed, mom still stayed in the country house and when dad returned from long hauls he worked in the big new shop and returned to the town house.

The problem with working at the place you live is you never get out. I had plenty of social time, with old truck drivers and mechanics, but not with people my age. I went for months without seeing anyone new out in the country.

That isolation brought back the dreams of my mother, bent over like when I was a teenager. The tight riding jeans, her long hair flowing behind her. But the one thing that haunted me, was those two thin black straps riding up above her skirt.

By the time Ellaine moved out to university, dad was full time on the road and I had the big new shop to myself. Along with all the chores of feeding horses, who I didn’t ride. Most of my day was spent cleaning the shop, welding up trailers and ordering parts for the guys.

Then COVID happened and along came the lockdowns, class rooms closed, and people just hunkered down. Mom worked from home and the drivers ran non stop so the shop most often sat empty. Three day routes became a week and border crossings became a paperwork nightmare heaping on more time.

I hardly noticed the lockdowns, but mom on the other hand. She did not take it well. At first she enjoyed the break, but after a month she began to clean and clean and clean.

I watched mom scurry around the house with a broom. She leaned forward over the banister to reach out further onto the wall where a spider had made its web. She wore a white tee shirt that was too short and pulled out from her jeans. The pale pink skin of her stomach stretched out and disappeared into a taunting open shirt from below. If only I had been down stairs. My dream of her wearing a skirt flashed back in my memory. By instinct I reached out and took her by the hips.

Her wide eyes stared back at me and snapped me out of it.

“You’re creeping me out leaning over the railing like that.” I said.

She smiled at me, took my arm and leaned even further out past the rail. I strained to pull back and keep her from falling over the side. She swung the broom at the cobweb and swung herself back into my arms.

She smiled at me, “Got it.”

I kept her in my arms as I looked out the big windows into the afternoon sun. “Nice day for a ride.”

She stepped away and kept sweeping the clean floors. “I’ve been riding every day this week.” She shrugged.

“I’ll join you.” I said.

She stopped and looked up at me with a suspicious smile. “You hate riding.”

“Yeah, but you love it, we’ll talk, enjoy the day, it’ll be a riding date with a picnic. I’ll just ignore the part where I’m on a horse instead of a chair. Plus I’m done with all my work, twice over.” I said.

She was quick to take me up on my offer, she had dad’s horse saddled and ready before I could pack sandwiches and meet her at the barn. She loved it, she had a giant smile leading the two horses to me. We talked about before the lockdowns, when it would be over and the new business she was thinking of getting into. Another health supplement sales business, she really just did it for socializing.

“Why don’t you sell lingerie, or swimsuits or something else. You used to sew all the time?” I said. “Hell you could make them, sell them and model them yourself.”

She scoffed at me and said, “Yeah a 43 year old lingerie model doing a start up business making lingerie.”

“Not interested in swimsuits? lingerie alone is great too.” I joked.

She rolled her eyes and shrugged it off with a smile.

“You could be right, maybe your sewing isn’t good enough, maybe you should just do the modeling.” I smiled.

“Okay that’s enough.” she beamed a smile and looked around the woods. “Besides I had enough troubles keeping you out of my lingerie drawer, how would I keep you out of my sewing room.”

My heart missed one beat and sunk into my chest so low it felt like I’d been punched. “With great difficulty.” I said and laughed it off.

She adjusted herself in the saddle and looked at me with a disapproving sideways glance. But her smirk said otherwise. We rode for another five minutes sharing little smiles and glances before she spoke again.

“You really think I could model my own line of lingerie?” She said.

I did a double take of her. “Are you really contemplating this? I was just throwing out ideas to keep you busy, you’re going crazy in the house.”

She smiled and shrugged her shoulders. For two minutes the only sounds we made were the sounds of horse hoofs, leather saddles squeaking and flies buzzed around our heads.

I was thinking it more than I meant to say it, but it came out. “You’re the most beautiful woman in town, with gorgeous eyes, and a bright smile that makes my day every time I see it. Yeah, you could, and don’t just take my word for it, ask your primarily young male client list at the dealership.” I said.

She laughed out loud and leaned forward on her horn.

“I think all of my friends have bought a vehicle off of you because of soccer and football carpooling.” I added.

I was reminded why I hated riding, flies, mosquitoes and my balls were beginning to ache from binding in the saddle. She spurred her horse and took off in a canter. Riding just wasn’t my thing, of course without urging dad’s horse, he took off after mom. It isn’t the speed that’s frightening, it’s the repeated bouncing off the saddle I hated. A half mile later mom let up and waited for me to catch up.

She had a bead of sweat on her forehead and a slight rise in breathing. Me, my ass, legs, and back burned and my balls were slowly being squeezed to death.

“All those weights aren’t helping you now is it?” she laughed.

I raised my ass up off the saddle and leaned hard on the horn giving myself relief. “Now you sound like dad and his buddies.”

We set up there on a small hill, a few farms and acreages in view. To my surprise she pulled out a bottle of wine and poured two tin cups and handed one to me.

“What about the hot chocolate?” I said.

“What are you twelve?” She said and took a sip from her cup.

She sat next to me on the blanket and gazed off in the distance.

“You know you didn’t have to stick with lingerie, you could have mentioned table clothes and custom napkins.” I said.

She took a sip of wine and smiled into reflection on top of the wine. “You led the question when you asked it in hopes you could see me wearing lingerie.”

I gave her a smile “Hmm a little, I figured you’d look a little strange modeling tablecloths.” I raised my eyebrows to her. “The napkins on the other hand.”

She let the cup down and covered her mouth with her hand. After swallowing hard she gave me a coy smile. I left it at that and we enjoyed our afternoon. I was amazed that she rode everyday and could still walk. Her and my sister, it was the reason I had to get used to locker room banter about both my sister and mothers legs.

By the time we got home, cleaned the horses and got back inside the house the sun was setting. I nearly had to crawl up the stairs to the shower. I turned it to high heat and hung on to the glass door and wall. The steaming hot water flowed over my back and aching balls.

A knock came at the door and mom stepped inside. I could look right at her in the half frosted glass. The middle section was frosted but the upper and lower thirds were clear. She wore a white towel and her hair was soaked.

“Hey it’s just me, did I leave a dryer in here?” She said, She looked around the counter then to me staring at her.

The sight of her bare skin across her back, legs and shoulders caused the blood to flow to my cock. In seconds it raised up and pointed straight out. The sudden rush caused it to ache and I wanted to stroke it once or twice to help relieve the pressure.

She smiled and said. “That’s what happens when you don’t ride for over a year.”

I nodded my head and smiled at her.

Mom gave me a wink and a smile. “It would be great if you toughened up, football star, I’d love it if we could go riding again next week.”

She took a step closer and looked into the shower. I covered my erection and gave her a sideways grin. “Mom.”

“What, nothing I haven’t seen before, I was just going to say if you’re stiff I can work it out.” she said.

I stared longer than I should have, before I figured out she was talking about my muscles. “Oh, yeah I’ll be fine, I’ve been hitting the weights pretty hard lately, this is nothing.” I straightened up and put my hands back up on the top of the glass like it was nothing. But it took effort to raise them up that high.

She smiled and looked inside as much as she could. “Mmm, I see.” She turned around and bent forward to look under the vanity. Her towel lifted up exposing the very bottom of her glutes and stretched her hamstrings and calves. The damp towel tightened around her narrow waist and toned back. It was the most skin I had ever seen her show off. The fact that her slit was just hidden from sight but so close made it more of a mystery.

Like jumping into cold water I inhaled deeply and my hips bucked forward. The tip of my penis bumped the glass. Before she turned around I regained my composure and stepped back. She gave me a weak smile, flicked her wet hair from her side and held up a hair dryer.

“Found it.” She stood up, plugged it in and wiped the mirror.

“Oh my god she’s not leaving.” I thought to myself.

She hummed to herself as she dried her hair on the other side of a half inch pane of glass, next to her naked son with a raging hard on. The mirror could look in on the bath and from time to time we shared a quick glance. The longer it happened the more comfortable we both became with it. By the time she finished I had washed my body and hair. Between the two I stroked my cock several times, the thought even thrilled me. She unplugged the hair dryer and we smiled at one another before she left.

I looked to the counter and imagined fucking her right there on the vanity as she bent over. It took minutes for me to deal with my erection. My lust was sated and I hurried to my room with a towel around my waist.

I logged on to my laptop and typed in the search bar.

‘I want to have sex with my own mother, help’

“Tell her how I feel and see if she feels the same way? Fuck that.” I whispered.

I continued to read a number of popular sites, before I decided to make my own post.

I made an account and logged into a room for such questions.

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Dear readers.

I keep having dreams of my mother. Is it normal? I have had them since I was 15. It started when I first saw her thong riding over her skirt in the rain. At first it was just the idea of womens lingerie on an actual woman. But I started dreaming about her. It got better, but now she and my father got divorced. It’s not like I picture having children or settling down, I just can’t help getting hard ons when I see more than the usual skin with her. She is a beautiful woman, fit and young for a mom, I think, she’s 42 43?

Please help

Theconfusedson.

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I stared at the screen waiting for anything, then slapped my laptop shut. I ran down the stairs for a drink of water. As I returned I passed by her door. She sat on the edge of her bed and stared at a dresser as she combed her hair.

Her lower legs was bare, her short silver robe rode up high vanishing between her ass and bed. She pulled her brush through her long dark hair and gave me a smile as I entered.

“Mom?” I said.

She stopped and put her hands on her lap. She was an eloquent lady, prim and proper. Grandma and grandpa were at the tail end of the baby boomers and raised her and her sisters with a ‘proper’ upbringing. Baby of the family and pregnant straight out of high school. But that wasn’t the part that pissed them off, it was the fact that her and dad didn’t get married first.

“Do you remember when we were chasing Hunter in the rain years ago?” I said.

Her face lit up with a giant smile and she said, “He was a good dog, I kind of do. I remember chasing him in a huge rain storm through the mud. My clothes were ruined after that. But I actually had fun.”

“I..” The lump in my throat tightened as I stared at her sitting there in a bathrobe, for sure naked underneath. From where I stood I could see her nipples strain on the thin satin. I regretted wearing my towel, as my cock began to unsheathe itself pressing against the rough fabric.

She gave me a peculiar smile “You still haven’t changed?”

I looked down at myself, holy shit no. “I ah, got distracted by something. But I was just reminded about Hunter. Today, I… just thought today was kind of like that, it was good to see you smiling and laughing, so lets do it again. Good night… Love you.” It just slipped out, it was there and it felt natural and out it came.

The smile it brought to her face, her eyes melted and her lips curled up. “I love you too sweetie.”

I half ran to my room, I had to delete the post. Deep down I had this feeling she would find it, a question about a day I had just mentioned, and fucking my own mother. I flipped the laptop open and raced to find my way back to the post.

“What the fuck seven votes?” I said.

“Language.” She yelled down the hall.

“Sorry,” I yelled back. I stood up and shut the door. I threw my towel off and grabbed the laptop to click the private button on. As I glanced over the posts I grew curious of the few responses it got.

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“NO, stop ASAP, go to church and pray for forgiveness. Get a gf then marry her, forget about your mother.”

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“What the fuck?” I whispered.

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“Therapy, just find a therapist and they’ll help.”

“Hot, I fucked my mom once, when I was….”

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I scrolled through the responses, to get to the delete post option, or edit whatever I could do. One post caught my eye, it wasn’t short or judging.

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Dear Theconfusedson

You said you don’t plan on having children with her. If that’s true then if both of you are consenting adults it’s no one else business. It’s not as if this year can’t get anymore fucked up by two people having sex.

Here’s some tips. Remember she’s a woman and women want to have sex just as much as men its just different timing, its also as much emotional as physical for women. Imagine putting a dirty thing inside of you, they want to be comfortable with their partner.

Be clean, be polite and respect her. Flirt with her and if she flirts back keep going a little more. In the end its only sex. My partner and I have an open marriage because of an insane amount of travelling our jobs demand. We’re very much in love and continue to remain married. Sex isnt the focus in our relationship, why would a mother and her son be any different if treated correctly.

If it does happen, be up front with each other on what to expect. If nothing happens, all your being is a good son looking out for your mother and the two of you didnt need sex anyways.

Keep us posted

Openmindedcouple02

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Intrigued I began typing a reply.

“Ken?” my mom opened the door and stepped inside.

I damn near threw my laptop off my bed, my heart hit the front of my chest and at the same time my head went flush and my stomach dropped lower than my balls. Speaking of which, hung out in the open for her viewing.

“Mom!”

She turned her head and stared at the door. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you needed me time.”

“No I wasn’t doing that! I just sleep naked now is all.” I grabbed for the blankets but she had made my bed at some point that afternoon and they refused to budge.

“No really, it’s okay I understand, I need me time too once in a while.” She said half laughing. “More nowadays.”

She was stuck, flustered, and sinking in quicksand. ‘It’s just like the locker rooms after practice’ I told myself and took a deep breath. I stood up and said, “Mom, you can look at me, calm down. It’s no different than 20-30 guys showering or cheerleaders changing after a game.” I sounded calm but I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. My cock was semi flaccid but it was on the verge of becoming engorged with blood.

She took a deep breath and forced herself to look at me. She smiled and nodded her head. I was praying inside that she couldn’t read what was on the screen of my laptop.

“I’m not having “ME time”. I was reading some stuff online about a game and didn’t expect you to enter. What were you wondering?”

She crossed her arms and brushed her hair to the side out of her eyes. “Um, nothing, I just wanted to talk, and well this,” she held up a small jar of lotion.

Her eyes moved up and down scanning over my body. They paused for a moment over my crotch and stomach before looking to the side and back into mine.

“It’ll help you loosen up,” She frowned at the bottle and squinted to read the wording. “I figured you were swearing and it would help you sleep better. Since you’re not wearing underwear well I could even get your bruised ass” she laughed.

I looked back to my laptop and thought about the last post I had read. For years she helped me talk to women, women who had her preferences.

I grit my teeth and sat down on the edge of the bed. She was right, it took all my strength not to just flop down. “I’m fine,” I winced.

She rolled her eyes, “I know you’re hurting, when I first started riding again I could hardly walk. Face down, it’s just your ass anyways.” She stepped into my room and pushed me to roll over to my front.

Watching her walk across my room in a short bathrobe I felt my cock begin to harden. Openmindedcouple02’s comment stuck in my mind and I thought ‘fuck it.’ I either let it go or I risk showing mom a hardon just because she walked across the room.

I grit my teeth and swung my legs up onto the bed and rolled over before she could see my cock grow. It felt strange and as she sat she hesitated to open the jar.

“What is it?” I said.

“I used to sell this, it’s like a pain reliever for sore muscles. I still had some left over.” She undid the jar and lathered her hands in it.

The lotion was cold, then tingled with heat. She was right, it helped immediately. That or it was the comforting feeling of her soft slender fingers pressing into my muscles. Her hands roamed over my lower back and down my glutes.

“So you’re having a lot of me time lately?” I said.

She covered her face and smirked to herself. “Oh my god, I can’t believe I said that.”

I laughed at her and turned my head back towards her. “You said you wanted to talk about something.” I said.

Her hands returned to my back. My upper back and shoulders weren’t sore but I wasn’t going to stop her as she rubbed the salve into them.

“I think I’m ready for a change. Were you just joking about the lingerie and swimsuits?”

I propped myself up on my elbow to look at her. “Those we’re just top of my head ideas. Those are the popular things on the forums. Low cost, easy to ship and small amounts of material. Actually making a webpage is easy. You just need a hosting site, pictures, product and the ability to sell.”

Before I knew it I was on my side giving her a full frontal view, but my hard on had gone away. She didn’t mind too much. She just smiled and shook her head.

“You don’t really like welding do you?” She ran her hand over my side and arm.

“I’m okay with it. I prefer making metal art. Decorative pieces, photographing them is fun. I enjoy that.” Is said. I looked her in the eyes and she smiled at me. Her phrase replayed in my head “Don’t rely on your hair or muscles, don’t swagger around like a peacock. Just smile and talk with them politely and for god sakes listen to them.”

“Do it, you have the free time you can test the waters anonymously online before selling in person.” I said. I sat up and took the jar from her hand.

“Would I be modelling them?” She said.

I put my thumb at the base of her neck and rolled my thumb and pointer finger into her neck muscles.

She moaned and closed her eyes.

“Not if you don’t want to, you can just design them and make them. Your only hobbies are sewing and selling, why not combine the two.” I said and shuffled over to the side.

I pulled her robe open and down over her shoulders. She wore a flimsy pale yellow cami top that was too large for her. It exposed her back and chest leaving little to the imagination.

Her nipples protruded and were nearly exposed at the sides. The open sides gave me full view of her side boob. My cock came to life and I hopped behind her before she noticed.

She opened her mouth to protest and grabbed the collar of her robes. Just then I pressed my thumbs into the long spinal muscle of her back.

Instead of protesting her back arched and she let out a low slow moan inside her throat. Each time I ran my thumbs down her back she purred. The robes slipped from her fingers and she let her head fall forward. I stopped to admire her bare shoulders.

“Mmm don’t stop.” She murmured.

“Lay down on your stomach.” I said.

Obediently she rolled onto the bed and laid face down. I pulled her robe up and away from her and let it flop down next to the bed.

The cami top stopped at her hips. From there she wore a tight pair of satin grey panties. It was her comfy clothes but still she made them look sexy as hell. I knew she owned clothes like this but I could never catch her without a robe on.

I knelt beside her and massaged her back from the top of her panties to her neck over top of her shirt. If she turned around now she would see a huge erection pointed straight at her.

“We can order some items tomorrow if you like. I can show you the merchant sites too.” I said.

“Mmmm. Okay it sounds like a plan.” She hummed.

I took a deep breath and scooped some of the pain reliever onto my fingers. As if normal I slid my hands under her shirt and touched her bare skin. She tried to raise her body and turn her head back to me. But one long stroke of my thumbs pressed her down into the mattress with a moan. The palms of my hands kneaded her tense muscles.

As I worked on her, I admired how her muscles showed through. The curve of the spine, the two dimples in the small of her back. Like an artist I cupped her sides and followed the curve of her waist rise over her rib cage and up to her shoulders. As I did her whole body relaxed. Her foot raised up to my back and caressed the side of my lat and arm.

With a quick pass I slid my hands over her glutes and down to her hamstrings. I did the same to each leg, down her leg, to her ankle and back. Once per leg, they were soft, smooth and thick from years of riding. In minutes she had fallen asleep, I focused on her glutes with a light touch, then down her inner thigh.

My temples ached from the pressure and my hips twitched. My cock was so hard it didn’t bend or swing and ached to be used. She let out a moan and shifted her arms. I thought my head would pop. I reached down and pulled the sheets over her and myself. Deep down I found myself hoping she would wake and take my cock in her hand.

It must have been hours before I fell asleep, but when the sun woke me her arm and leg was over top of me. She slept on her other arm and her body was pressed against mine. She stretched and opened her eyes to see me there.

“Hmmm, I didnt even know I fell asleep.” She smiled. Her hand moved over my bare chest while she stretched her legs and back.

“Two or three minutes and you were out.” I said.

I must have layed on my back all night, because I could hardly move. I stretched and flexed my aching muscles. It was like I had played a hard game of football the night before.

Her hand slid down my chest and over my abs. Then we both felt it at the same time. Her thigh pressed against my morning wood and lack of underwear. For whatever reason she frowned and reached down to touch my cock. Maybe it was disbelief and morning grogginess. But she felt my hips and gripped the shaft of my penis.

She shrieked and jumped away from me. “You didn’t have underwear?”

Heat welled up around my cheeks and I pulled the sheets tight around my waist, which just added to the tent. “Well we didn’t do that in the locker rooms.” I blurted out.

She sat up, pulled her knees to her chest and covered her face with her hands. She peeked out at me between the fingers and shook her head. “Come on lover boy, let’s get dressed and make breakfast.” she said with a grin.

I sat up and swung my feet over the side of the bed. It hurt to sit, stretch or move. A soft hand touched my back and caressed it once. I looked back and gave her a smile. While I summoned the strength to stand up and limp to the bathroom I could see her at the edge of my peripheral.

She reached down and touched herself before swinging her legs out of bed. With the same hand she rubbed her fingertips into the bed sheets and stood up. I watched her ass sway as she left my room to head back to hers. She caught me staring when she looked back over her shoulder.

“Come on, we don’t have all day.” she said and disappeared around the corner.

“Huh.” I whispered. I looked at my laptop and said to myself, “Do women get something like morning wood too?”

That morning we did our own things. I did the chores but skipped out on sweeping the clean shop floor. I figured dad wasn’t here to catch me not sweeping the swept floors. Mom went into town to buy groceries and stop by the sewing shop.

Before she could get home I ran inside, brought my laptop to the kitchen and pulled up my Theconfussedson account. I posted an update of the morning’s events. As I read the new comments most just repeated the above posts, others requested updates. One stood out though which made me chuckle, I couldn’t help but think of batman as I read it.

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Dont make a big deal out of it, Fuck her hard by night and by day, be mother and son.

Anonymous.

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For some strange reason my post was getting a lot of followers and upvotes. I decided to include a post about my mom’s body and my own. Describing how we looked, but not our faces or where we lived.

I spent half an hour reading the comments. The comment “Fake” popped up a lot, others cheered it on, but the condemners faded out. The post gained 10 upvotes, but another post caught my attention as I typed.

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Call the police, thats rape, she shouldnt touch you like that and she should know better.

Cali Johnson

No, I’m not calling the police on my mother. I slept naked beside her, and we

gave each other a massage with a pain reliever after a long day of riding

horses. She touched my erection by accident.

Then you’re just a pervert who needs counselling.

Cali Johnson

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I looked around the kitchen then stared at the curser, how the fuck do I reply to that? This is why I hated forums and social media, now here I was arguing with strangers over the internet on serious fucked up shit. Still stuck a new message popped up from someone else.

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Shut up Cali, I checked your profile you just run around saying shit everywhere. Theconfussedson, just be natural, it’s none of our business what you two do. You’re both consenting adults doing a natural thing. Maybe in the past it made a difference with no birth control. But now, who cares, have fun. Just don’t have any children. PS Cali I downvoted a number of your posts.

JohnSnow038

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Mom opened the front door and I slammed my laptop shut. She stared at me then looked down to my crotch. “Oh good you have pants on.”

“I… have pants on.” I said.

She lifted a handful of bags up onto the counter. “I have more in the van, can you help me, instead of just acting strange.”

I rolled my eyes and nodded my head.

“Oh speaking of strange, I couldn’t buy toilet paper, it’s like nowhere to be found.” she said as she led me to the back of the van.

She bought a month’s worth of groceries for all four of us, if we were all still together. And one small package of toilet paper. She also had a new giant sewing machine box with 4 big spools of thread. Along with bolts of lace, fabric, shiny material and several bags of other assorted items.

“Wow, you’re really going ahead with it.” I said.

“Well I have to, I quit the dealership.” She said.

“You quit! When?” I said.

She grabbed two large bags. “This morning, I went in for some paper work and it just kind of came out.” She laughed. “I was tired of working for that sexist ass anyways.”

I watched her walk to the house in her tight jeans and grey t-shirt. Her hair was undone and she wore knee high boots. It was probably the first time in twenty years the dealership saw her dress like that.

“I wondered if this is what a midlife crisis is?” I said to myself. Dad left his highschool sweetheart to live on the road and now mom quit her job of 20 years. “Or was this just lockdown fever?”

The first month wasn’t bad, mom made patterns, built her online store and continued to tend the book for the company. We saw 2 drivers for a short 1 day visit and gone again. By the end of the month mom was going stir crazy, again. We rode everyday and she even helped me in the shop. She talked and talked, and true to her advice I listened to every word.

When dad heard she quit her job, he just said, “Good, I have extra paperwork.” which oddly wasn’t much different if they were still together.

Going into the second month, she posted her first set of swimsuits, a two piece bikini. And a few selections of panties. But she admitted bras were harder than she thought they would be. I admired her determination.

One morning I woke to find her hard at work. She was hunched over her new sewing machine on the dining room table. Her hair was frazzled and she still hasn’t changed out of her cami’s and black pair of panties. I handed her a coffee.

“Were you up all night?” I said.

I could see down her cami between her breasts. She wore no bra and she swung back and forth as she moved her arms. Her nipples stuck out from the rubbing. I wore a pair of boxers, two months ago I would be pointing at her. Now it had become normal, it was odd. The more relaxed we became around one another the less tension I felt.

She pulled the bra clear of the sewing machine and held it up with a giant smile. “I got it! I think I got it”

Without a second thought she slipped the straps of her cami from her shoulders and flashed me for a few seconds. Her breasts swung from age, but still they were firm and supple. Peaked by two brown nipples which were partially erect. They were beautiful teardrop shaped globes of pale pink flesh the perfect size for my hand to wrap around.

She slipped on her bra and looked at me with my giant eyes. Her skin turned bright red from her cheeks down to the tops of her breasts. With a squeal she flopped back into her chair clutching the bra over her chest. She tried to pull her cami up but she sat on the back of it.

“Oh my god, I didn’t even think about that, I was just excited.” She fidgeted and fought with the cami while trying to hold the bra against both breasts. Her eyes were wide and she was laughing with embarrassment. “Well are you going to at least turn away?”

“Sorry I guess I got awestruck myself.” I turned my head and looked down at the corner of the cabinets.

She reached behind her back and closed the bra. “Done, how does it look?” she said.

“Beautiful.” I said.

“Me or the bra?” She shot back with a big smile.

I pointed my finger at her. “Ah, you beat me to it.”

She admired herself in the mirror across the room, satisfied she squealed, spun on her heels and threw her arms around me. “Finally, figuring this out was better than any sale I’ve ever done.”

I hesitated to put my hand on her bare back but when I did her skin felt soft and warm. At that moment she was twenty years younger, like a child experiencing something new for the first time. I didn’t have a shirt on so it was skin on skin contact. 10 seconds 15 seconds then finally she rubbed my back and pulled away.

Hair tickled her nose and she blew it to the side with her mouth. With that she slid from my arms and cleared her throat. “I’ve been in sales almost all my life, but I can’t sell a damn thing on this page. I need to be in person.”

She leaned over the table and scrolled through her laptop. The pictures she wanted were wire framed mannequins showcasing the swimsuits. Reasonable price and excellent quality. She even sold a few in person to friends in town.

A familiar bulge pressed on my boxers as I looked over her panties that sat low on her hips and clung to her ass. “It’s missing something.” I said.

“Yeah, traffic.” She said without looking up.

“Stand up, look in the mirror.”

She did as I asked and looked back over her shoulder at me. “No, someone in town will see, no I’m okay with the wireframes.”

I shrugged my shoulders and took a sip of my coffee. “Wireframes don’t attract people, a beautiful model would, and you don’t even need to pay for one.”

She rubbed her hand over my chest and gave me a loving smile. “I know, but I don’t think you can pull it off modeling lingerie. But I’ll definitely give you a call if I start making menswear.”

I shook my head and rolled my eyes at her as she laughed at her own joke. She was cute, so she could do that.

Another month passed and she turned out more and more product. It wasn’t even selling, save for the few pieces here and there, that she sold in town or locally. She just couldn’t help herself running around town chatting or having coffee.

I had taken a picture of her wearing a one piece swimsuit and ordered a large plate of bronze. Which I cut the silhouette on. It was a side-on shot 45 degree angle, with one arm raised in the air. It showed her hips, ass and waist in a beautiful S curve. She didn’t even know I took it.

She was so bored, she even helped me as I did the grinding on it for 4 days straight. She wore gloves, goggles and a respirator. Her skin got mottled with grinding dust. But she kept coming back each afternoon to hang out with me, we talked and chatted about everything. Together we polished it until it was a mirror finish.

On the 8th day I stood it up out front of the shop. 6 feet tall but to scale. She came out and admired it with me in the sun.

“It’s pretty, I love the curves, it looks like a brush stroke. Is it a fancy mirror? Because that was the agreement, you would tell me once we finished.” She said.

I pulled my phone out and handed it to her with the picture pulled up. She looked at herself in the photo then to the mirrored bronze.

“No.” she said. “No way, when did you take this?”

“Your first full swimsuit you tried to make. You came out to check in the big mirror.” I said.

“But it didn’t fit, I threw it out and redesigned it.” She said.

“Yeah, but the model looked amazing. I figured you needed a logo and it was the perfect angle. So I made you a life size logo.” I said.

Her eyes turned glossy as she stared at the bronze figure. She smiled and pulled me in tight for a hug.

“So where should we put it, out front of the house?” I said.

She nodded her head in my chest and out of the blue looked up and kissed me on the lips. It was quick, a fast peck that would have normally been on the cheek.

Four days later she had bought me an entire photo studio setup. Before I woke she had set it up in the living room along with her entire line up of swimsuits. She met me at the bottom of the stairs with a cup of coffee and her beautiful smile. She wore makeup and a white satin robe. Her hair was messy, but done on purpose.

“When did you wake up?” I said.

“Five a.m.” she said and held the cup out to me. “I agree now, we need better pictures than my cell phone with wire frames, and you take beautiful pictures.”

I looked down at a brand new camera on the couch. “I can’t take this, this DSLR is over a thousand dollars.”

As I looked over the couch I inhaled spit and violently coughed. Mom had dropped her robes and revealed a red floral two piece bikini. The waist straps ran high up her hips and the tied ends danged at her sides. The top cupped her breasts perfectly showing a slight amount of side boob. It was her unseen parts that stunned me. Her stomach wasn’t just flat, it was on the verge of showing abs. Two long S curves ran from the bottom of her rib cage to her hip bones. At her hips the two lines formed a V and vanished below her bottom.

“You okay?” She said.

I winced and nodded my head. “Yeah, coffee went down wrong.” My eyes must have been on elastics because every time I looked away they shot back towards her.

Not really though, I couldn’t understand why dad would give up a woman like her to live on the road. I felt anger towards him, jealousy and I also felt he partially abandoned us, as a family.

“Well I asked for the best camera they had, and that’s what they gave me. A DSLR?” She said.

After a few seconds of me not answering, she looked down at herself. “What was all that talk about lock rooms a few months back. I figured you would be used to this by now.”

“I am, I will be, I just need a little more coffee.” I said.

She stood next to me and put her hand on my back. It took everything I had not to look down the front of her bikini. Eventually I lost, thoughts I never had ran through my head, as I looked over her collarbones and chest.

“I tried it out to make sure it works. But play around with it and we’ll do the photos the right way. I guess it’s time I make my modeling debut.” She said.

I put my arm on the small of her back and touched her warm skin. My thumb rested in the groove of her spin and my fingers curled around her side. I pulled her close and kissed her on the temple.

“Thank you.” I said.

She scrunched her nose and smiled to herself. As I pulled away to pick up the camera, I dragged the tips of my fingers across her back. She crossed her arms, then reached out and touched the back of my arm. Smiled and brought her hand back to her lips to fidget with her chin and mouth.

I had given up on the idea of her and I having sex. But seeing her that way brought the desires back. The upside was, I didn’t just have that memory of two black straps riding up above her hips anymore.

In case I had issues I changed into a t-shirt and jeans. It was a simple session, white background, hands of her hips at a 45 degree angle. By the third style she was loosening up and seeing what looked best in the pictures. She began to smile more and throw more poses in. I focused on the photography until she bent over the couch to make a grab for another pair.

The thong tightened around her ass, creasing her flesh. As she stood her back muscles tightened and flexed. Her thick thighs stretched out revealing the muscles from years of riding horses. The thong slipped into her ass and revealed two round ass cheeks.

My cock sprang to life. For the sake of time she changed behind the backdrops. Something I had been able to ignore until now. I shifted it to the side and adjusted my pants, but the more I ignored it, the harder it got.

In an effort to hide, I moved around a lot more. Swung the camera strap around in an effort to keep her attention up. I was doing good until I knelt down and stood up, I felt it shift and come free pushing hard on my pants. She said nothing to me, but I became distracted by the thought of her noticing.

Her eyes began to roam. It would have been hard to miss, but still she remained silent. Instead she requested to see each picture taken. Each time she took the opportunity to touch my arm or side. Then her breast touched my arm as I was showing her a side shot.

We both ignored it, but inside I was giddy with pleasure. It was soft, warm and moulded itself around my tricep for a second. It was enough to bring my erection back to full force, and I thought ‘Fuck it, I cant make it go away.’

The fifth and final bikini was her latest design. It was a scrunch bottom with double side straps. The top was much smaller cups than her other designs.

Her cheeks were slightly blushed and she had a sheepish smile. “I’m almost falling out, maybe we won’t showcase this one, it’s too soon.”

I raised my camera and took a shot of her. She tried to cover her face. “I’m documenting for prototyping purposes.” I said and took another shot.

She shook her head and smiled, out of the blue she curtsied me and laughed. That frozen moment of her losing up and having an honest deep hearted laugh wearing a tiny bikini became the cover photo of the site.

As I watched her in the lens I could see she looked down at my crotch. Her nipples hardened as we worked pressing on the fabric of her top. We huddled together and inspected the photos. But her mind wasn’t on the photos as much as earlier. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other and at one point, she hugged my arm and pressed her chest into it as she flipped through all of the pictures.

“Keep your fifth one in the line up, I think it looks great.” I said.

“I could tell.” She said with a coy little grin.

The comment made me blush, what was I going to tell her. I want to bend you over the couch, tear the bikini off and take you right there.

“I’m sorry, it’s the outfits, you have a gorgeous smile that brightens my day, and we’ll to be honest your body is amazing. I…I said too much. I’m sorry, I’m thankful I have a beautiful mother, some of it rubbed off onto me I hope.” I gave her a smile.

She looked up at me and with an intense smile and said, “hmm you’re very handsome, so is your father, you know Ellaine’s friends used to always come around for other reasons than her, believe me.”

I huffed and nodded to myself. Idly I looked down into the camera and flipped through the pictures of her various bikinis.

She stared into the side of my face and grinned. After a moment her body tensed up and drew closer to me. I was about to turn to meet her when she cleared her throat and pulled away. She slipped from my arm, bent down and grabbed her pile of bikinis. I watched her walk away at a quick pace back towards her bedroom. The purple scrunch bottom formed itself to the shape of her ass. It wiggled as she walked and she pulled strands of hair from her face.

‘Does she feel the same way?’ I thought. My heart pounded in my chest and my stomach turned like when my first crush smiled at me in the hallways. This need to be updated on the blog site.

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Update, I don’t think it’s just me anymore, it’s getting so complicated I think something will happen, then nothing. When I stop thinking about her she starts up, with touching or glances. To make it even more complicated, it’s my mother! Step-mom, no problem I’d fuck a step-mom, god there’s days where I wish she was my step-mom it would be simpler lol.

I admit I haven’t been online for a while because there wasn’t much to say. My mother and I have been getting along great. But something odd happened again. She teased me about a hard on I had, she pressed her breast into my arm. For a minute I thought she was going to kiss me. We had a moment, we were just having fun, then she ran off flustered. Oh she was also wearing a bikini. I wish I could share photos but I can’t.

Theconfussedson.

Stop making these posts. Put it out of your mind for the sake of your innocent

mothers soul, don’t make her burn in hell with you.

Cali Johnson

Why do you keep following this and within five minutes? unless your

more curious about the outcome than you want to admit, perhaps you

just want to hear about a young muscular man fucking his beautiful

mother who loves to ride horses. You know what, just for your sake, when

I fuck her from behind I’ll besure to PM you with ALL the details.

Theconfussedson.

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I slapped the laptop shut. My phone also had the account, which now taunted me from my end table. I tried to ignore it, but after 15 minutes I had it in my hand and was browsing through my account to find the post.

“Fucking Cali can fuck off, I wonder what she had to say.” I said. I opened my phone and checked the app.

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Both of you need it bad, just give it to her, if I had a mom like that I would.

Anonymous

Its normal if you make it normal, my mother and I have had sex frequently for the past six years. My wife found out, she didn’t understand and moved out, but my mom and I love each other.

Cuddlingbear

My sister and I fuck all the time, we started a couple months ago out of boredom with the lockdowns, I’ll send you a link of my posts of how it happened. Oh I upvoted you.

Sisandbro

That’s just as wrong as Theconfussedson02. Everyone here is going to burn in hell if you don’t repent immediately.

Cali Johnson.

Fuck off, go find a rally and catch COVID.

Anonymous

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My post had gained over 200 upvotes, 50 personal followers and gained a life of its own. I amused myself with some of the comments who joined me and attacked Cali. But Cali was gaining her own following, god I hate the internet some days.

Then a bell icon appeared over my PM. I clicked on it and began to read.

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“Complicated? That’s not complicated, you’re both consenting adults, a man and a woman. Both my partner and I are transgender and we both had surgery, he’s bi and I’m straight. He was born a woman and now we want to have a child. We’re trying to get him pregnant with artificial insemination and one of his friends’ sperm, who reminds us of my childhood pictures.

Stop thinking about it being complicated and take care of each other’s needs, it sounds like this would be natural for you two. In the end you’re still mother and son just with a closer bond than most. It’s not a bond that has to stop you both from living your life.

If you need help my partner and I are willing to talk. And we’re long time followers so we know your story. It’s why we’re here, we just want to help others through unusual times and we happened to find your post.”

Openmindedcouple02

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“Oh my god!” I threw my phone to the bed and leaned forward on my knees.

“Sweetie?” mom yelled up the stairs.

“Yeah, I am okay, I just touched a spider.” I yelled back.

“Okay, do you want me to kill it for you?” She said.

“Um, no I’m good.” I said.

The comment made me smile and I looked at my phone, who the hell was I to judge? I picked up the phone and replied.

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“Thank you, actually you’ve been the most helpful. I feel like I have just fans or hecklers sitting back waiting to see a wreck.”

“No worries, we had face to face support groups, but your situation is not really the same. My partner and I have many partners. Currently we’re stuck in different countries right now, which makes it really hard with the lockdowns and no flights. But you and your mom are together.

Here’s the best advice I can give. I know we’re not the same, but we have an open relationship. In the end we return to our core relationship, he loves me, I love him. For you it’s a mother and son.”

I read her reply twice and pondered to myself before typing back.

“But sex, how do you get back after, being with someone else?”

“It’s not perfect, but neither is love or even a closed relationship. You have your core relationship with someone, you focus on that. That’s your anchor, not if you were faithful or who you slept with.

Treat sex like a card game, only its way more fun than cards. After the game, you and your mother are still mother and son. Just like my partner and I are still in a committed relationship to support and love each other. Goodluck, just remember if nothing happens, nothing happens, don’t force it.”

Openmindedcouple02

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“If you want to eat, help me with dinner.” Mom yelled.

I nodded my head and closed the app. Mom greeted me with a smile as I came down the stairs. She busied herself with a bowl of salad and the chicken was sitting in a large bowl with oil and spices.

I put my hand on the small of her back and kissed her on the cheek. She wore a white floral sundress with no bra. But that didn’t matter, the core was, she was my mother. I looked into her eyes and smiled.

She blushed and nudged her forehead into my chin before resuming with the salad. “You’re up at the BBQ, it’s time you take over for your father I think.”

“Okay, I’ll try, I usually burn it.” I said and picked up the bowl.

“You’re getting better.” She said.

The chicken sizzled inside the pellet BBQ. Its chimney spewed small wisps of smoke and heat, which mesmerized me. My thoughts were more on Openmindedcouple02’s comments than the chicken when mom handed me a beer. She also had one and took a seat next to me in the trellis.

Her hair and dress swayed with the breeze. It was a nice moment as we said nothing, just enjoyed the orange evening sky and cool breeze. Her foot bounced playful on her knee as she watched the clouds. If it would happen, we would fuck tonight for sure.

Mom sat up in her lawn chair and said, “The horses are out? They’re over by the trees.”

‘Dmmit’ I thought, I sat up in my chair and looked out over the field. “I can get them.”

Mom checked the timer on the grill. “We have 30 minutes, I’ll come with you. They listen to me better anyways.” She slapped me on the thigh and stood up.

We passed the shop and her bronze logo. After we passed the stables she took my hand and smiled at me. The grass was thick and tall, seeds were forming on the heads. Across the field towards the woods, a quarter mile away the three horses paced back and forth.