Misc. Erotica Mommy’s College Prep

I went downstairs when my mom called and smelled her lasagna, my favorite food in the whole world. I raced down the stairs to seem my mom smiling as she set a big plate of cheesy, saucy, pasta goodness on the table.

"Thanks, Mom!" I cried as it dug in, not even bothering to look up I devoured the delicious food.

Mom has never really had to work; she could have become like one of the other country club wives and hired someone to do all the cooking and cleaning around the house. But she had decided to take it on herself and over the years had become a great home cook.

She sat down across from me with her small plate and a glass of red wine. I looked around and spoke around a mouth full of food, "Where's Rachel?"

“Don’t you remember?” She asked with a grin, “It’s her beach week with the girls. She will be gone till next Monday.”

“I didn’t realize she was doing it so soon this summer,” I said, getting up to get myself a second helping and coating it with a few spoons of parmesan cheese.

“She said something about graduation parties,” mom got quiet for a minute looking down at her plate, her cheek coloring slightly as I sat down. “Have you thought about what I said earlier?”

“I don’t think I would be very interested in medical school,” I said, forking a big bite of lasagna into my mouth.

“Are you sure you won’t reconsider?” She said, her voice strangely breathless.

“Why do you care so much?” I asked, slightly annoyed.

"The main reason I told you already, I think you would find you loved it. Also," She said in a slightly offhand manner, "My sisters Eliana and Hanna have been talking nonstop about their boys and how both got into NYU as a premed," her voice dripped with frustration, "I just can't stand it anymore! And neither of their boys are as smart and focused as you are."

“You want me to become a doctor to piss off your sisters?” I knew mom and her sisters had an ongoing competition with one another, but I had no idea it was this crazy.

“Yes!” She said, and the intensity in her voice surprised me. She saw me flinch back from her, and she smoothed her features taking a small bite of dinner before she went on, “It’s not just that Jake, you would make a fine doctor, and I am certain you would love it.”

"Well, your competition with your sisters has nothing to do with me," I said, feeling irrationally annoyed and angry at her for pressuring me, "and I'll decide my own future."

I got up from my half-eaten second helping and stormed off to my room. I felt guilty even as I climbed the stairs, and by the time I got to my room, I was feeling like a total ass. The woman only wanted the best for me, and so what if she was competing with her sisters. She'd still made my favorite meal, and I’d been rude.

I was about to get up and go downstairs to apologize when I heard mom's hesitant steps coming up the stairs. She got to my room and, without knocking, opened the door. I was lying on my bed on my back with an arm over my eyes, and I looked up in surprise at her.

This was the first time since she caught me, that she opened my door without knocking first. Mom stood there in the doorway, in her short button-up halter and shorts, her breathing heavy and her face had an intensity to it that I recognized from earlier. Her gaze drew me up to a sitting position.

"Mom?" I asked, wondering what she was doing just standing there. She gave a small start and walked the rest of the way into the room, kicking a dirty pair of shorts out of the way and closing the door behind herself. When she clicked the lock into place, I began to get alarmed. "Mom, what's going on?"

"I was a model in college, you know," she said, her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were glassy like she had had a few more glasses of wine since I left the table.

“Yea, dad mentioned it once or twice,” I said. “Mom, what are you doing?” I asked panicked as she reached up to the buttons on her top and began to undo them.

“I never told you that I won the prize for best boobs.”

She removed the final button, and the white top slid down her arms and fell back onto the floor, leaving her in just the short shorts’ and her tight white bra. I felt my cock grow hard at the sight and my anxiety spiked. My tongue wrapped itself into a knot in my mouth, and I froze, not sure what to do.

“What do you think, Jake?” My stepmom asked as she turned to the side and back front, before squeezing her upper arms together and squishing her massive tits together, “I’ve tried to stay in shape, and I’ve noticed you peeking,” Her cheeks grew beet red and she dropped her eyes for a second. I froze, wondering if she had noticed the cum in her bras over the years.

“Do you think they are worth it, Jake?” She asked, she glanced back up, once more her dark eyes boring into mine, her voice dripping with sensuality.

“Worth?” I asked, and even getting that much out was a herculean effort.

She smiled coyly and reaching behind her back, I heard her uncast her bra, and my breath froze in my throat. This was all happening so fast. All of my fantasies were coming true, and I was too dumb to move, or speak more than a single syllable.

“I want only what’s best for you Jake, and I am willing to do anything to help you make the right choice,” Her hands now cradled her bra cups up against her chest as she slowly walked forward to where I sat on the bed, “if you accept the offer for Stanford, I will let you…” She paused, gathering her courage I thought, her eyes flicking down to the bulge in my crotch, reflexively I covered it even though it was covered already by the comforter and my boxers.

“I will let you look at my breasts while you relieve yourself.” She said it in a rush, her eyes closing in embarrassment, unable to look at me.

I sat there stunned, unable to compute what she had just said, shaking my head mutely. Finally, after several long seconds, she peeked out of one eye and looked at me sitting there, her face slowly growing more hurt.

"I know I'm not young anymore, but I know you've never had a girlfriend, and I thought maybe if you had the right motivations and focus, knew what was out there… I'm sorry this was a mistake." She turned to go, her face crumpling in shame, and I felt real fear that I might lose this opportunity course through me.

“No!” I said far too loudly, halting her fast.

“No,” I said again as my mom turned around standing there embarrassed in her tiny blue shorts and holding her bra against her naked breasts, “please can I… touch them?”

It was my biggest fantasy, the thing I had stroked off to most. Once, I’d even snuck into her room when she was passed out drunk and felt up her blouse. But I’d chickened out, not wanting to become that much of a perv.

“You will accept the offer to Stanford and go premed?” She asked, her face filled with so much hope that I almost couldn’t say no to her, forget the insane offer.

“Yes,” I said, my voice choking up.

“Oh, Jake, I’m so happy!” She cried and ran over and pulled my face into a big kiss.

My eyes filled with the sight of her bare jiggling breasts for one second, then all thought left my mind as her thick lips met mine for an extended moment. When she pulled away, I could still feel where her lips had touched mine, the skin tingling and alive. She reached up, covering herself with her hands and then looking at me, smiling shyly and dropped them, slowly watching as I drank in the sight of her.

The pale skin was soft, smooth, and firm, swelling outwards from her body in massive sloping curves, capped in large soft pink areola and inverted nipples. Mom knelt there her hands down on her thighs eyes downcast, cheeks flushed pink as I sat there and took her in. Not even conscious of my action, I saw my hand reach out, and Mom flinched back for one second, and I paused, then she looked up at me and smiled, nodding gently, and I felt a shock of awe as butter-soft flesh met my fingers. I slid my hand down, feeling my fingers sink into soft flesh.

“Mhmm, gentle,” she said, turning her head to the side as she moaned softly, “They’re very sensitive.”

“This is crazy,” I breathed out and instantly regretted it, wanting to curse myself for saying something that might break the mood.

“Do you not like them?” She asked again, looking at me, and in a second, she knew I did just by the look on my face. She smiled and slid her hand over mine, showing me how to squeeze it gently and even pull lightly on her large nipples.

"It's OK, Jake," she breathed as I hesitated, "this will be our little secret." I sat there completely absorbed in her breasts. When finally, I noticed her looking at me amused, "Did you want to," she waved her hand in a circle around my crotch, "you know to take care of that?"

I was so awkward and nervous still, I could only nod my head vigorously, and mom laughed slightly, sitting back so I could move the comforter aside. I couldn’t meet her eyes as I slid my boxers down, focusing on her enormous breasts so hard I almost missed her slight gasp. I saw her big pink nipples firming up, the inverted flesh crinkling hard. My cock felt burning hot and rock hard as I slid my hand over it.

“Oh Jake,” mom said, with an odd hitch to her voice that caused me to get the courage to look up at her finally. Her eyes were saucer wide as she stared at my hard dick. I got super embarrassed and tried to cover it up, and mom reached out to stop me freezing just before she touched my hands, “Sorry,” she said, “you’ve just grown so much, I… I was taken aback.”

She shuffled forward again, edging between my thighs as my hand stroked my cock. I watched her eyes travel the length of my cock, a small smile tugging the corners of her lips, and her nipple firming up under her gently massaging hands.

“It’s beautiful,” mom breathed, and I swear I could feel her hot breath on the tip of my cock. The sensation was too much for my virgin manhood.

“Oh god,” I said, already feeling my orgasm approaching, embarrassed and angry it had come so quickly.

“Cum for me, Jake,” she said as she cupped her breasts just before my cock, my hand flying across the length of it, “Cum for mommy!”

She flinched back as the first gushing blast stuck her left breast, then she leaned forward, a look of ecstasy on her face that I wanted to memorize. Blast after blast of cum shot out and coated the pale flesh of her bosom. Soon I was leaning back on the bed, panting and shaking. I could feel the nerve ending in my fingers and toes still tingling.

In the wake of my orgasm, I felt utter shock and shame at what had happened. I struggled to look at my stepmom and apologize. The words dried up on my lips, though, when I saw her. She was panting heavily, her lips moist and legs spread wide one finger reaching up to her mouth with a white glob of cum, vacant lust-filled eyes desperate with hunger. Then she noticed me and, with a start, wiped the cum on her shirt that she picked up quickly. Wiping the rest off her chest, she stood suddenly, her cheeks coloring as she looked down at me.

We stared at one another, me on the bed, my softening cock lying on my bare stomach. Her topless form, dark and alluring, standing above me. I saw her eyes soften, and she smiled at me.

“Remember this is our little secret,” she said and, with one final smile, slipped from the room, shutting the door quietly behind herself.​