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My relationship with my fiancé had broken down. She bought me out of the apartment, and I found myself living back at home with mum. Just what every 28 year old guy wants – not! Don’t get me wrong, mum was great. She spoiled me, took care of me and supplied plenty of sympathy on recent events.
Mum had lived on her own since the divorce, and had managed to keep the family home which was quite a property. Ironic really, as that was the business she was in – and had been responsible for buying the house in the first place. Her office was only a mile away, in a local shopping mall. So getting to/from work was quick and easy. Mum was now the owner of the business since buying it from the divorce proceedings a few years ago. She called me a few times a day to check how I was and if I needed anything. Her mobile phone was never away from her side. She had it with her like most women carry a purse. Despite being 48 years old, she was very ‘gadget savvy’ and could fluently use all the functions on her phone, as well as being computer literate.
She had aged well – still attractive features, great figure and wonderful legs. I had often harboured some un-motherly thoughts about her, but being back home had ignited them even further. Especially as I was now celibate. I had frequently thought of ways to progress a seduction with her, but cowardice and in-opportunity had played a major part on it remaining a dream.
A couple of weeks ago, mum decided to sell her car. It was an old Mercedes 280, which was also a proceed of the divorce. The car was fine, but she just fancied a change – a friend of hers had just got a new Merc with built in SatNav, and she loved it. She put an advert in a local car magazine, along with her mobile number. This gave me an idea. Yes, I know it was crazy, but at worst, it would only cost me £50, at best….. well.
I bought one of those cheap ‘pay as you go’ mobile phones.
I was going to anonymously text mum and see if I could have some fun. I sat down with my new phone, just fresh out of the wrapper, new SIM card inserted, and placed it on the charger. What would be my first text to her……..
“R U single?”
I waited for a reply – what had I done? Texting mum in this way was crazy, if she found out, I was in real trouble…. Maybe she wouldn’t text back thinking it was one of those ‘junk’ texts that are really common now.
“Who is this?”
She answered, not exactly an insightful response, but on further consideration of the original question, I couldn’t really expect anything else.
I thought carefully of my reply – I needed to prize out more than a one word answer.
“an admirer – of both you, and your car. I’ve always appreciated mature stock”
Right, this was it, I’d either totally offended her into ignoring me, or intrigued her. I waited 5 minutes – nothing. I’d blown it. As I contemplated my next move, if any…
“The car has been round the block a few times, but is in excellent condition, just like her owner! Whats ur name?”
Shit, I really hadn’t thought this through. I had no idea of what name to use. In a panic, I was just going to use mine, but changed it from Robert ataşehir escort to Bob – no one ever called me Bob, not even mum. I sent:
“Bob… – whats ur name?”
Again, I waited – this had already lasted longer than I had any right to imagine.
“some admirer you are, don’t u already know my name?”
“I’ve seen you around the mall car park – I think ur very sexy, but I don’t know ur name”
My pulse was racing, I had just told mum I found her sexy. God, if she finds out it’s me she’ll tear me apart. I wondered what was going through her mind. I imagined her sitting at her desk in work, phone in her hand – punching in her texts.
“R u interested in buying car, or just chatting me up!”
Dam, this was going OK till she asked this. My next answer could potentially end our seduction.
“How would you feel if I was chatting you up?”
An open question, designed to leave it difficult for just a yes or no answer. As I sat at my PC in my study, I will admit to getting really turned on by texting mum. Her responses showed her to be a flirt, something I hoped she still was, but I’d never really witnessed.
“Bob, I’m busy right now – have a deadline to meet…. must go”
Well, that was it, I’d blown it. The opportunity just slipped through my fingers and seducing mum just remained a childish fantasy.
Mum cam home just after 7pm as normal. She was wearing her dark navy business suit. A tailored jacket, two buttons, top button just below her puffy breasts. Her white silky blouse allowing the outline shape of her lace bra to be seen. Her breasts fuller with age, bigger than the 36C I use to dream about as a teenager. The skirt was just above her knee, which meant that as she sat down, it would ride up gently on her leg, exposing her thigh. She always wore heels, and today they were patent black court shoes, a 3″ heel with a silver metal tip. I loved the way her heels shaped her ankles and accentuated her both calves. She also wore barely black stockings and from regular searches of her laundry basket, I knew she had both ‘hold ups’ and the type that needed a suspender belt to keep them on.
Her auburn hair fell down to her shoulders and flicked out. Her make up was subtle, but perfectly applied. Light red lipstick, glossy without a smear. Just a hint of mascara to accentuate her luscious green eyes, and a sprinkling of Guerlain fragrance, enough to be intoxicating without being overpowering.
As she sat down at the kitchen table, I saw the tell tale sign of suspender clips making a little bump through her skirt. I wonder if women knew this was a side effect of these types of stockings, or was it just horny men that noticed such things! She glanced at me and broke out in a wide smile – you couldn’t help but to smile back.
We ate dinner with the usual chat about each others day, the TV gently murmuring in the background.
“Any interest in the car yet?” I asked
“Not yet, but its only been in a few days, and I noticed another one at nearly £400 cheaper – may have to drop the price but its in for 3 weeks, give it time” she said
So, no mention of Bob then kadıköy escort bayan I thought. I wondered if she even remembered her earlier text conversation.
Later that night, as I lay in bed, I had an idea. I picked up my phone, hit the message menu and sent a text.
“R u still busy?”
As I hit the ‘send’ button, I could hear instantly the BEEP of mum’s phone in the next bedroom.
As a precaution, I turned my phone on silent. I held it in my hand, and shortly, I felt it vibrating to alert me of a text. I read it over & over again…
“sorry Bob, one of those days – r u still chatting me up?”
I wanted to say of course I was……
“Would you mind if I did, and u never did tell me ur name?”
Again, I heard her phone beep
“Its Yvonne, tell me about ur self, r u single?”
ME:Yes, single, I’m a construction project manager, hate football, & enjoy car sports
MUM:mmm… ur job must keep you fit. I bet you have rippling muscles.
This was great, mum was now flirting with ‘bob’.
ME:I might have! U look gr8 Yvonne – do you work out?
MUM:No, I’m a natural looker LOL. How long have you been ‘admiring’ me?
ME:I noticed the merc 6 months ago when mall being extended, saw you one day getting into it. Have been 2 shy to say ‘Hi’. Saw ur car in AutoCar
MUM: well, u don’t seem to b shy now!
ME:How long u been single?
MUM:divorced 7 years, its his merc I’m selling.
ME:how come a sexy lady like you is still single?
MUM:high standards! Trust me, I’m not that sexy!
ME:I disagree – u look gorgeous
MUM:u flatter me, at my age that’s lovely to hear. What age are u?
I wondered how to answer this one. I was thinking of lying, making up something along early 50’s – I punched the keys….
ME: I’m 28
There was a noticeable silence. Up to then, her reply texts had been pretty quick – I wondered if I’d given the wrong answer. Then….
MUM:28. I have a son that age! – how can you possibly think I’m sexy?
ME:I’ve always fancied older woman, & u r stunning – where r u texting from?
MUM:I’m lying on my bed – wondering why I’m talking to a stranger!
She could have easily lied, yet she told the truth of being in her bedroom – this filled me with even more excitement. The next question was obvious……
ME:What are you wearing?
MUM:u r a very naughty boy. Why would u want to know such a thing? R u in bed too?
ME:I know what u look like, this would just help to visualise you more, and yes, I’m in bed too….
Again, after a few minutes, I got the following reply…….
MUM:I’ve got black lace panties, I’m still wearing my stockings, held up with a black suspender belt. My black bra is see through, and my high heels r also black.
Geeze, I didn’t realise this would be such an amazing turn on. Every time I heard her phone BEEP, I was full of anticipation on what she would do. I tried to imagine mum lying on her bed, dressed as she had told ‘Bob’. I wanted to open her bedroom door, climb on to her bed, and ……
ME:Wow, u sound amazing, do u know the effect escort maltepe ur having on me?
MUM:I hope it’s the same effect ur having on me!
ME:well Yvonne, I’m having to loosen my jeans, they’re very uncomfortable…
MUM:is my young temptor getting hard? I do hope so
I nearly fell off my bed. My mum was hoping that she was giving me an erection, to call what I had an erection, was a bit lame. My cock was as hard as a ‘maglite’ torch! I fully accepted that now I was able to play the part of seduction…
ME:r u getting wet? I would love to taste how moist you were.
This text alone nearly had me cumming. I just asked my mum if she was wet with sexual excitement – something I often dreamed about, but now she was next door lying down, probably rubbing herself at me turning her on!
MUM:u have no idea how wet I am. If u were here, I’d love to have u lie on top of me, id wrap my long legs around you and pull you into my cunt.
Cunt, my mum used the word ‘cunt’. This was incredible. I got up off my bed and put my ear against the adjoining wall of mum’s room. I strained a little at first, but then I heard her gently moaning. Just and no more. It was the kind of sound you hear when someone tastes something they like. My mum was in the process of masturbating. I had been responsible for turning her on so much, that she was now pleasuring herself. My head was spinning. I then realised that it was my turn to text.
ME:u naughty girl. I’m young enough 2 b ur son, yet u want my cock inside ur wet cunt. Can I also suck ur tits?
I heard her moan again, more sustained and erotic………
MUM:Yes, oh yes.., suck them hard – let me feel ur young tongue lick my nipples. My tits want u 2 milk them.
ME: u like me being ur son’s age – don’t you. Ur a very horny mother, aren’t u?
MUM:bob, yes I am a horny mother, fuck me, fuck me son….
‘Fuck me son’?? This was unbelievable. My mum was not only turned on by texting a stranger, but now was openly fantasising about screwing her son. I now didn’t need to hold my ear to the wall any more. I could clearly hear her groaning, oblivious to the fact her son was next door in full ear shot. The sound was amazing – I wanted to tape it so I could play it back later and use it to wank to. Dam, I must think of that next time.
ME:God, im going to cum, ur making me cum u horny mother…
MUM:im coming too son, Jesus, fuck me – thrust ur cock inside my cunt, suck my big tits.
I heard mum cumming. The pace of her groaning increased, I could even hear her bed creak rhythmically. She was lying on her bed, fucking herself, thinking of me. Mum was next door, masturbating, thinking her son was screwing her. Her hand rubbing her soaking cunt, her legs splayed apart, enjoying ‘phone sex text’ with a stranger.
I lay on my bed, pulling myself furiously, and shot my load into a large Kleenex – most of it missed!
I just stared at the ceiling, thinking about what had just happened. My breathing was heavy, my head was dizzy, images of mum’s nude body racing through my head, my desire to really touch her was almost overwhelming. I could see her breasts bouncing as she climaxed, her nipples standing erect, how I wanted to engulf them with my mouth.
I heard my phone ‘vibrate’.
As I grabbed it, my hand still wet with my own cum, I read ‘1 message received’
As I clicked to read it – I froze.
MUM:Bob, do you want to meet?
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