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A touch of Amber
Take a moment and close your eyes. Imagine that you are floating in a dream. The weightless sensation as you try to orient yourself and control the way you move.
For a moment there is a sense of peace inside you. You don’t know how you’ll get down or how you’ll even find your way home, but in this brief moment, you’re free. Truly free from everything below you.
Your studies, your debts, your worries, your job.
In this perfect moment, none of it matters.
That was the feeling I had whenever I laid eyes on her. My mother, Amber.
:Chapter 1:
“One month ago”
I woke slowly, the feeling of sleep holding me down with the familiar confusion as you wake muddling my brain. My room was dark as I shifted over to find my phone while a soft unfamiliar noise permeated my room. Looking at my phone, I saw that it was 3 a.m., and sighed in frustration, locking my phone and putting it down. Rolling over onto my back, I placed my arm over my eyes intending to fall back into my dreams, but in the silence that soft noise persisted. I took a moment to listen, trying to remind myself what it could be, but the longer I lay there, the more a realization dawned on me. I had never heard this noise before and; it wasn’t coming from my room.
The noise slowly started getting louder and as it did, I quickly sat up in my bed.
‘Mom?’ I thought as my heart started to race. ‘No…It can’t be.’
Was this the sound of my mom moaning? Our rooms are connected, separated only by a thin wall. I could often hear her TV playing or when she was talking on the phone, but I had never heard this before, and as I continued to listen, I grew more certain.
‘Oh my God…she’s masturbating?’
A mix of shame, curiosity, and lust flooded me all at once. Rolling out of bed I could already feel the blood rushing down to my cock which was growing steadily in my boxers. Making my way to the door, I slowly pulled it open, careful not to make any noise. I was sweating with adrenaline as I stepped out, the sound of her mewling growing louder. Looking down, I watched my cock instantly hardened in my boxers as I listened to her and was certain now that Mom was moaning in ecstasy. The sound of her pleasuring herself filled the hallway and looking across to her room, I could see that her door was slightly ajar. Sneaking closer and closer, my hard cock bouncing with each step, I approached her room. Holding my breath, I leaned against the cold wall and slid along it one step at a time.
“Ahhhggg…HHHMMMM…more…more…please…agghhh..”
My face turned bright red when I heard her and my cock instinctively twitched in my boxers. Reaching her door, I paused a moment, my heart pounding so hard in my chest that I feared she would hear it. Agonizingly slowly, I turned my head to look into her room.
Mom’s bed was up against the wall furthest away from the door which gave me the perfect angle to look in and see he,r but made it hard for her to see me.
My eyes went wide and my jaw dropped when I saw her.
Mom was laid back on her bed with the covers spilling off the side. Her legs were spread wide with both her arms outstretched between them as she played with herself. The low light of the room perfectly lit her porcelain skin, her head thrown back with her eyes closed as she moaned out again.
“Yessss…ohgodohgodohgod yes…ggghhaaaaa…harder…hnnnngg…harder!” Mom moaned desperately, getting even louder.
Her mouth fell open as she gasped for breath and I watched as her arms went faster, arching her back and exposing her large soft tits that were bouncing in rhythm with her movements. Instinctively, I started to rub my cock through my boxers and had to stifle a moan as I watched on transfixed.
Mom only got louder as she worked herself, the sound of her fingers thrusting in and out of her pussy made it clear that she was not just wet, she was drenched. Mom turned her head to the side facing the door and I took a panicked step back into the dark hallway.
“Fuck me baby! Ahggaa! Fuck MEEEEE!” She moaned out loudly, “Oh God PLEASE! AHHHggg HHHgggNNN! Make me CUM! MMMM! FUUUCKAAHGAaaa!”
I slid my hand over my boxers to pull my cock out through the opening in front and started to jerk off as I watched. I couldn’t control myself seeing my perfect mother masturbate naked in front of me. I watched as her busty tits bounced up and down and could already feel the familiar tensing of an oncoming orgasm within seconds.
“Oh Fuck…” She moaned, her voice desperate. “Do it ahhh! Do it babyyy!”
Mom’s legs started to shake as she arched her back higher and moaned loudly, “Uhhh! Ahhhhmmm Hngnnnn!”
I couldn’t stop myself and started to jerk off furiously; watching my own mother coming to orgasm. A chill ran up my spine as my balls tensed and I started to cum uncontrollably. I held back my moan as I shot rope after rope of cum against izmit escort the wall and heard some drops of cum falling to the floor before the reality of what I had just done hit me.
Thinking quickly, I pulled my boxers off completely and used them to clean up my mess before retreating to my room, the sound of Mom’s post-orgasmic moans covering my hurried steps.
I couldn’t believe what had just happened and laying awake in bed for a while, I ran it all through my mind, committing the sight of my naked mother to memory as I jerked off again. I was hard for hours after and repeatedly imagined myself fucking my mother in every position I could imagine before exhaustion hit me and I passed out, falling back into my dreams.
That was a month ago now and every night since, I’ve cum to thoughts of mom.
Little did I know that today, everything was about to change between us.
: Chapter 2:
”Just relax and enjoy”
Ahh, Fridays. The perfect day to just sit back and just relax, I thought to myself as I headed down the carpeted stairs and into the lounge.
My name is Max and Fridays have become the highlight of my week. A few weeks ago, soon after turning 18 and then seeing my perfect mother touching herself that night, me and mom started a new tradition. Friday movie night. We would each take turns to pick out a movie and get comfy in the living while we watched. At first, we tried to choose good movies for each other with surprise twists and engaging plots, but as time went on and we became more comfortable, we started to pick out more silly options with cheesy one-liners and poorly shot action scenes. The more we could laugh and boo at the movie the better. Sometimes we would even throw popcorn at the screen and break down in laughter at how bad it was.
I did enjoy these moments, but if I’m being honest with you, this isn’t why I’ve come to look forward to movie night. The real reason I couldn’t wait for it was my mother, Amber. I had become obsessed with seeing her again as I had a month ago. Since then, she seemed to have gotten more friendly with me, even flirtatious. Wearing less around the house, longer kisses, and tighter hugs. I was sure that she had no idea I was there that night and she hadn’t done anything like that since to my disappointment, but still I wondered if she knew I was there and if that was the reason why she was suddenly so happy to be spending extra time with me ever since.
Mom is shorter than me at 5’4 while I’m 5’9.
She has long flowing red hair that almost reaches down to her waist with pale white skin and light freckles over her nose and cheeks.
A slim waist with slightly defined abs, but wide hips that lead down to her round plump ass. No matter what she wore from skirts to pants, it was hard not to stare at those perfect cheeks, especially with the way she walked. Her ass has this slight bounce to it with each step she takes that makes it hard to ignore, even for me. Her face seems copied straight from a Greek goddess with a small button nose and big green eyes that shine like emeralds and the gods themselves seemingly crafted her lips. They are full, naturally red, and when taken in full view of her face, you wouldn’t hesitate to think that mom was an Instagram model or even a porn star.
The real catch though is her boobs.
Oh my god, those boobs.
Mom is already stunning in all her features, but her boobs easily steal the show. I don’t know the exact size, but understand when I tell you that they are perfect.
Mom’s tits are large, round, and pillowy, hanging perfectly on her small frame with almost no sag. They barely fit into anything she wears without looking as if they are constantly on the verge of bursting out and Mom’s perfect bust instantly inspires desire in every man she has ever met, including me, and has been the cause of more of my erections than I care to mention. The fact that mom prefers low-cut shirts never helped as her tits quickly became the center of my fantasies ever since I can remember, and I would be lying if I said that I never tried to take a peek and even some risky pictures over the years. Needless to say, living with a mother like this, I’m always in need of more tissues.
Over the past month now, Mom has been acting more and more open towards me. It started with her outfits. We had always dressed in our pajamas and sat on our own couches when movie night rolled around. I would lay back on the double couch that lay to the right of the TV while my mom sat on the three-seater situated at the center of the lounge with a direct view of the TV. Lately, Mom has been dressing more and more provocatively overall but tonight, she stepped it up.
Walking into the lounge wearing long pajama pants and an old shirt to join Mom for the movie, I found her sitting in my usual spot. The moment I saw her, I stopped in my tracks and my jaw dropped.
Mom is already unbelievably hot with the perfect, fuckable body and ığdır escort the center of all my fantasies and now she was sitting in my usual spot wearing an outfit that screamed, Look at me.
She was wearing incredibly small green shorts that perfectly hugged her round ass and looked like they were made of silk. Her toned legs and thighs were completely exposed while the top she wore was white and only went down to her midriff, held up with thin spaghetti straps that looked as if they were seconds away from snapping from the effort of holding back her large tits. Her boobs were spilling out over the top and sides of the low-cut garment and to make things worse, I could easily see mom’s nipples poking through the thin fabric.
The moment I laid eyes on her, my IQ dropped by ten points as all the blood in my body rushed down to my cock. I was stuck in place for a moment before Mom’s big green eyes locked with mine and she smiled sweetly. Thinking fast, I went to her spot on the big couch since she was seated in mine and quickly took a seat trying to hide my growing erection. Mom watched me as I moved to her usual place and looked at me with a raised eyebrow before asking,
”What? You don’t want your place just because I’m in it?” and with an exaggerated sulk, she got up and slowly started to walk to the big couch where I was seated, her tits bouncing slightly with each step. I laughed nervously and stood back up before she got close.
“No nooo Mom, don’t be so dramatic.” I said, “I just thought you might want my spot tonight; I know it’s easier to watch the movie there when lying down.”
Mom stopped and looked at me for a long moment before dramatically folding her arms under her breasts, plumping them up, and forcing me took look away for a moment.
In a sarcastic tone, she said,
“Suuure. You can just say you don’t want to sit with your mom, Max. I know you would rather have some dumb slut laying with you instead of your mom.”
The comment took me off guard as Mom had never talked to me like that before. She was always sarcastic, but saying the word slut and implying that I wanted to be with one came out of left field. While mom was never the prim and proper type, she did seem to control the way she talked around me. Controlling the way she acted and the words she used. I didn’t mind it though. To me, this was just her finally opening up to me and being her true self. Something that I truly appreciated.
I took a step closer to her, hoping that she wouldn’t notice the growing cock print in my long pajama pants, and grabbed her hand. “Come on Mom, don’t be like this, I just thought you wanted to switch couches tonight.”
Mom pulled her hand away and simply walked past me, taking a seat in her usual spot. She folded her arms again and turned her head to the side with her eyes closed. “No, I just thought I would cuddle a little with my baby boy, but it looks like I’m not good enough for you.”
I loved the almost childish way she was acting and knew she wanted me to play along. “Mooom, come on. I didn’t know you wanted to cuddle. After all this time you should know I’m not the smartest knife in the drawer.”
She looked back to me with one eye open for a moment before twisting her head to the side again with a “Hmmpf!”
I walked up to her, bending slightly to hide my semi-hard cock, and placed my hand out in front of her. With her eyes closed, I couldn’t help but steal a moment to lust over her perfect tits, feeling my heart race before I said,
“Mom? Mommy? My beautiful, lovely, and caring mom?” I could see a big smile creep up on her soft lips and knew that she liked it. “Mother? May I please have the blessed honour of having you join me for the movie?”
Mom slowly looked back at me and relaxed her arms, placing them in her lap as she looked up at me.
“Are you sure, Max?” She asked with a soft tone. “I wouldn’t want to ruin your night by being too close to you.”
There was a moment as she said it, a split second where her eyes darted down to my crotch and back up again. It was a blink-and-you-‘ll-miss-it moment, but I didn’t blink.
With my hand still held out, I smiled and said. “Nothing would make me happier.” As confidently as I could.
Mom pretended to take a moment to think about it before she finally took my hand and quickly sprang to her feet.
I was nervous to be too close to her, nervous that she would see the effect that she was having on me, but I couldn’t miss this chance to be so close to her.
I led her over to the double seater and looked at her, asking,
“Big spoon or little spoon?”
Mom raised her free hand and placed a finger on her chin, tapping it. “Hmm..” she mumbled as she thought for a moment and replied excitedly, “Big spoon.” Reaching back, she pulled her long red hair over her shoulder and looked at it. “My hair tends to get in the way and I don’t want you leaning on it all night. Besides, you deserve to be the little ısparta escort spoon once in a while. Just don’t get used to it, mister. Mommy needs cuddles as well.”
My cock twitched when she called herself mommy, something she had never done before and I nodded my head in agreement. “Well then, after you,” I said and elegantly pointed the couch with a slight bow.
Mom giggled and bent over, her plump ass only inches away from my cock before she moved up and laid down on the sofa. Wiggling herself a little, Mom found a comfortable position and looked at me with her arm raised for me to join her. I took a moment to admire her curves as she lay on the couch, her revealing outfit perfectly showing off her body and her large breasts pressing together looked perfect. It was like a dream seeing her like this and I could feel my cock growing harder still from just the sight of it. I reached for the thin grey blanket on the edge of the couch and pulled it with me as I sat down and lay to the side beside her, pulling the blanket over the both of us to keep us warm and more importantly, to hide my steadily growing erection.
Mom didn’t hesitate to reach over and place her arm around me, pulling herself up against me. I could feel her breasts pushing into my back and had to stifle a moan as she moved her leg over mine. Mom leaned in and kissed my cheek softly. “Thank you, baby.” She whispered softly in my ear. “I promise you’ll love watching the movie like this.”
The way she whispered in my ear and in that sultry tone sent chills down my spine, but then mom softly kissed my neck and my cock instantly tented into a full erection under my pajama pants. It was unusual behavior for Mom. She was treating me more like a boyfriend than her son, but I was all for it as Mom rested her head on my shoulder and laid her hand on my chest.
“Just relax and enjoy.” She said softly.
:Chapter 3:
”You can look”
We started the movie, some low-budget horror knockoff, and watched as the first few scenes unfolded. As expected, it was filled with cheesy dialog and shitty acting. Me and mom would make our usual quips as it went on, but I was finding it hard to focus with moms’ tits pressed up against my back. The focus of all my sexual fantasies was right there and my cock was painfully hard under the cover. To make things worse Mom then started to rub my chest with her small hand and as the minutes went by, I could feel her rubbing lower and lower. Every few minutes she would turn her head to kiss me. Small kisses on the top of my head, my cheek, my neck. Each kiss made my cock twitch as I tried desperately to focus on the movie instead of the fact that I could turn over at any moment and be face-to-face with my sexy mother and have my cock pressing against her. She must have sensed something was off when I missed the chance to make an easy burn on the horrible monster CGI in the movie.
“Baby?” She asked softly, “Everything okay?”
“Yeah, mom. All good, I-I’m just getting into it.”
“Is mommy bothering you with kisses?” She asked as her hand continued to rub lower, reaching my stomach.
“Not all mom. I actually…really like it.” I said.
Mom paused for a moment before shifting on the couch and pushing her soft tits harder against my back before she asked me, “And do you like it when I press my boobs against you like this as well?”
The question caught me completely off guard and I stammered, “I -Uh- well-it’s”
“It’s okay,” Mom said in a loving tone as her hand deftly moved lower. “I know baby. I know it’s hard.”
I twisted my head up a little as an explosion went off in the movie and looked back towards Mom.
“What — What do you mean?” I asked, my cheeks turning red.
“I get it, baby. Living with me isn’t easy for you is it? I see…I see the way you look at me sometimes. The same way your father used to.”
“Mom, I — I’m sorry. It’s not on purpose. Sometimes I just-“
“Shhh baby.” Mom cooed as she lifted herself on one arm to better look at me from behind. “Mommy’s not upset. I’m not ignorant of the needs of a young man. It’s only natural that with a body like mine, you might want to…well. I’ve seen you sneak to your room after ogling me enough times to know that you like what you see.”
Mom’s hand was near my waist now. She wasn’t rubbing anymore, instead her soft fingers were trailing their way down slowly. My cock was pulsing, hearing mom say that she knows I jerk off thinking about her was bad enough, but telling me that it was okay?
‘What the fuck is happening right now?’ I thought to myself.
She continued, “I felt ashamed about it at first. Thinking about the torture I might be subjecting you to just by being around you, but in the end, I’ve decided that there’s nothing for me to be ashamed of. I can’t stop being your mom and never want to. You’ll never stop being my son. So…I want you to know it’s okay. You can look at me as much as you like.” She paused, “I actually..kind of enjoy it.”
Her hand reached the waistband of my pajama pants and stopped there. All my nerves were on edge as I looked deep into Mom’s big green eyes and there was a palpable tension between us.
“Mom — I really am sorry. I just can’t help myself,” I said.