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Mike's Mom
Written by Tanzer
Mike walked briskly toward home as the fall air nipped at his ears. Football practice was over for the day and they even got out a little early. He had planned on getting pizza with his teammates after practice, but decided to head home instead. His Father was away again this week (seemed like he was always away on business lately) so he thought he'd grab a bite to eat with his Mom.
At seventeen, Mike was a hulking figure; six foot two inches tall, 221 pounds (as of this afternoon's check-in) and no perceptible body fat. He played middle line backer and had a reputation for seriously hurting his opponents. It was a reputation undeserved, as he always played fair, even if it was rough. He enjoyed the "Killer" nickname though, and answered to it when addressed that way. His blonde, almost white hair was cut very short and his strong chin and deep blue eyes made the girls giddy. He knew he was good looking and despite his appearances, he didn't date much. Mature for his age, he preferred not to hang out with the bitch-click. His idea of a fun date would be a foreign film and a nice dinner - not very appealing to most girls his age. Instead he stayed on the outer edge of the social "jock" circle. Some thought he was a little odd, but his football prowess and easy-going disposition protected him from the potential for "high school scorn."
Turning the corner that lead to the court his house was on, he was surprised to see a truck in the driveway next to his Mustang - it looked like his Uncle Jim's. While he normally drove his Mustang, a convertible '71 to school, it needed some minor engine work so he had walked today. His uncle's truck was old and beat-up, a junker that would be great if it was restored but probably never would be. Uncle Jim was his Dad's younger brother and his favorite uncle. He was a vagabond, always drifting from job to job, but it was by choice. Uncle Jim was well-educated and fairly wealthy, thanks to some smart investments right out of college. His gypsy lifestyle was a direct contrast to Mike's Father, Jack - a stout businessman who was a partner in a large computer-consulting firm. His uncle spoke four languages fluently and had been to so many different countries that he'd lost count. Mike liked the idea of seeing the world and with his approaching high school graduation, was considering a trip across Europe with his uncle. Mike had a large trust fund that was ear-marked for "education" and after talking to a lawyer, found that a world-trip might be considered an "educational expense" - assuming his parents fought the trip.
Approaching the house, Mike wondered why his uncle had paid a visit in the middle of the week. He entered through the garage door and started to yell out when he heard something. Stopping to listen, he realized that it was his Mother, moaning loudly. Concerned, he looked around the house and finally stopped near his parent's bedroom. The realization that it was a pleasurable moan took a minute and he peeked through the slightly cracked door of his parent's room. There, on the bed was his Mother and Uncle Jim - nude and making love. His Mother, Judy, was on her back holding her legs up high in the air. His uncle was on top, pumping away vigorously. The sounds of flesh intermingling filled the air and Mike could here the rhythmic "squish" as his uncle's penis entered his Mom's vagina. The bed was positioned such that Mike's view was only of their lower torsos, allowing him prime viewing with almost no chance of getting caught. At first surprised by this revelation, Mike's instinct was to make some noise to let them know he was home. As he continued to watch, however, he felt a stirring in his crotch. He had always admired his Mom's body - even though it felt strange to him to think of his Mom as sexy. At 41, Judy was very physically fit. Three times a week she went to aerobics and also swam in their in-ground pool and was involved in a tennis league at the club. She was five foot, five inches tall and had short brown hair that bobbed playfully when she pounced around the tennis court. She had pert breasts that hadn't sagged over the years and certainly didn't belie her age.
Mike had first felt feelings for his Mom when he was about thirteen. His bedroom was upstairs and while sitting on the window seat one day he'd seen his Mom come out of the French doors in his parent's bedroom that lead to the pool. She was wearing a very tiny, bright-pink bikini and Mike remembered getting an erection just watching her walk to the pool. Whether she forgot he was home or didn't mind that he saw, she removed her suit and lay in the sun for a whole hour. She'd turn this way and that and Mike watched raptly the whole time. After she had gotten dressed and went back inside he had masturbated furiously - and had used that memory for a long time......(cont)
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