1: Humping Momma

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Intent on my shower, I pulled off my boots and jeans and grabbed a towel from a pile outside the bathroom. Only then did I become aware of the sound of water above the beat of music from downstairs. Edging open the bathroom door, I called Mom?, more a question to myself than a call to her. Then I saw her in the shower, the door of which was only half closed, allowing an occasional spray of water to hit the floor outside. Through the mist that filled the room, I saw my mother's naked body as she soaped herself languidly, humming to herself as she did so. I stood there in my boxers and watched her lather her long black hair, then her breasts, as full and as heavy as I had imagined them only moments before.Her olive-hued skin glistened, that and her dark hair and black eyes evidence of her Sicilian parentage. She took her time, washing her breasts slowly, seeming to tease the nipples as she did so, circling as she washed and giving me a generous view of her vagina, soapy white lather on lightly curling pubic hair, just a wisp it seemed. She ran her hands down her body again and again, squeezing off the excess soap. Then she turned to the tiled wall and leant forward, taking her weight on one extended arm as she reached down between her legs and washing her pussy, seeming to linger longer there. I watched as water rushed down her smooth back, into the cleft of her ass and down her muscled thigh. I saw her hips move back and forward as she touched herself, then I saw her fingers enter her vagina.As I watched her stroke herself slowly, her eyes closed, the music downstairs came abruptly to a halt and I heard her heavy breathing above the sound of rushing water. Guiltily I moved back, suddenly aware of my enormous erection, jutting out and up through the thin cotton of my boxers. Backing away, I gently pulled the door closed and went back to my room, marvelling at my mother's forty-something body and knowing that there was nothing for it, I was going to have to jerk off big-time to kill the image and get rid of this gigantic hard-on. I closed the curtains in my room and throwing back the sheets, I lay on the bed, my cock standing upright. I closed my eyes and thought again of Mom's delicious body, imaging her breasts hanging over me, her pussy plunging down on my cock as I lay there. Reaching into my shorts, I began to stroke my cock, slowly at first, then faster and faster. I spat on my hand and cupped my palm around the engorged head. In my imagination, my Mom was fucking me now and I saw her big breasts swing over my face as her hips thrust down on mine. Her cunt swallowed my cock as she rode me, harder and harder, faster and faster, shouting obscenities