Mom and I were living together for more than a decade. Just me and her, because dad took off when I was in my early teens. He wasn’t a great father at all: Not really there for me, not really there for mom. He spent most of his time out drinking with some friends. So it was better for mom and me that he left. From that point in time, it was just me and my mom. We spend lots of time together, did some classic mother son stuff and you could say, just got along with each other. And with the awakening of my sexual drive, I began to see her in a different view. She still was my mom, probably my best friend, but I also saw her as the hot woman she was. And believe me, she was a really damn hot one. I have seen her naked on countless occasions, either in the bathroom, or when she was changing her clothes in her room. No, she clearly wasn’t hitting on me, I did the same, she saw me naked on countless occasions, it was just normal for us. And until my sex drive took over, I didn’t took notice of her doing so at all. But it changed. And seeing her naked turned into a big turn on for me. She made me hard. I was starring at her when she got undressed, was in the shower or was wearing next to nothing when being at home. I was lusting for her. I was hot for my mom. A woman in her early 50ies. And all natural beauty with some damn beautiful curves. She must have noticed it back then. I was staring at her with saliva dripping out of my mouth. And some hard one pointing straight into her direction. And I was chasing her, I used every possible opportunity to see her naked. But she didn’t react at all. She didn’t say anything. She didn’t try to hide herself. I asked her years later why she has done nothing to stop me, she gave me one short answer: “I somehow liked the attention.” But back in time. Back to me living with mom. Back to horny teenage me living with mom. I clearly was hot for mom. I was chasing her, was stealing her worn underwear – to sniff them, to blast my loads on them – and I was trying to snap some pictures of her naked body. The last one worked best on our family vacations. For a week every summer we head off towards the beach. It was the highlight for both of us. A time for both of us to relax, to do nothing but stuff we like. For mom it was reading some books, going for swims and eating some food that she hadn’t to cook on herself. For me it was just hanging around at the beach. Doing stupid stuff with some people in my age. And chasing mom. It was easy for me to take pictures of her in her hot bikini. She even was posing for my camera and encouraged my doing. Until today I use some of those pictures to jerk off to. And the worst, or the best thing was: When on vacation, mom and I always shared a room. Were sleeping in a double bed. Like some ordinary couple. Why, you might ask? Because it was cheaper than renting out two rooms. And we weren’t rich back then. I spend a lot of alone time in the room. I had to relieve my hard cock on regular base. More than once a day. To save me from the embarrassment of popping hard wood in public. Because being close to mom, and watching other hot woman her age walking around in their bathing suits, their bikinis and some of them even topless, was mildly saying, pretty damn arousing for me. And you guessed it, because it hat to happen. Se walked into me jerking off. Caught me polishing my cock. Her reaction was cool. Mine was a panic attack. She just looked at me. Checked out my boner. Smiled at me. Gave me sign that it is okay for me to do that. The she stripped naked in front of me. Got out of her bikini. Put on some summer dress on. While I was still on the bed. Playing with my cock. Then she gave me the look. For a short moment I was hoping that something more would happen. But it didn’t. She just wished me a nice afternoon and left. After she was gone, I picked up her bikini bottom from the floor. At first I smelled it. Than I licked it. To taste her cunt. And in the end, I blasted a big and nasty load onto it. After I was done, I just threw it back on the floor. And headed of to hang out with some people my age. Getting drunk, doing stupid stuff. When I woke up the next day, mom was already gone. She was probably down at the beach, enjoying her novel, getting a nice tan and probably checking out some guys. So I was home alone, so to say. And I had some morning wood to cure. I went at it. But before it, was looking for some of moms panties. And I found some. And I used them as I always did: Sniffing, licking and spitting sperm. After I was done, I took my camera, some book, some towel and I headed towards the beach. Wearing nothing more than a T-shirt, some flip flops and my swimming trunks. No not the big American ones, the tiny European ones, that barely leave room for any fantasy. Down at the beach, I found mom. I asked her if she was okay with me sitting down next to her. Naturally, she said yes. After making myself comfortable mom asked me if I wanted to take lunch with her. I said yes. And grabbed my book to read. When it was lunchtime, mom noticed me that it was time to get something to eat. I looked over to her and said yes. When she was standing up, I realized something: She was wearing the bikini she was wearing yesterday. The one I shot a load onto. And she did that on attention, she stood up in a way that I could see between her legs. So that I could see the sticky, I immediately popped hard wood. And my face got numb. And to make it worse, she just said the following: “Is something wrong with you? Have you seen something special?” She did that all with a big, I got you smile on her face. And yes, she noticed my boner. And she urged me to stand up and go. I told her that I would follow her in few minutes. She said no: “Now.” I followed her order. And so I had to walk across the beach, across half of the club with a solid hard one between my legs. I tried to hide him by holding my book, my camera in front of him. Mom had a big fat smile on her face. But that was all that happened. It was the last sexual encounter with my mom for over a decade. Yes I kept on spying on her. And jerked off to her, but that was all that happened. The most sexual thing between us too was that one glorious summer vacation. Well, at least until years later. Back home I discovered other girls. Girls my age. And I dated them. Chased them. Even married one of them. But for me it was more a pretending. Somehow I was missing something. It took me a while to figure it out: Girls my age weren’t my thing at all. I liked them the age my mom was. And I liked my mom. So after a few years marriage was over. I got divorced, and yes, I moved back in with my mother.

And as always: I made up the whole stories. Based on some ideas someone send me over at xhamster. Enjoy your read. And don't jerk off too hard.