My friend Mat came over for spring break. We had lots of fun together, went to parties, bars, movies, the beach, spent most of our vacation having a great time. But we spent the last few days working on a project we had to turn in after the break. As we were working on the project we decided to look for the mp3s my brother keeps on the computer. So we started searching from folder to folder and checking what was in each one.
I have only the vaguest memories of my mother and father being together. They married in their teens, and broke up when I was about five. Dad, who got custody of me, decided he wanted to move back to the country town where he had grown up. Eventually he took up with Wendy, a local girl who became my stepmother. I never lost contact with my real mother though. She made sure she rang me on my birthday, and every year she would come and stay with us for a few days. To a country boy like me, my mother seemed to epitomise everything smart and glamorous and sophisticated about the city.
The following story is fictional and involves a sexual mother - son relationship. All characters are at least 18 years of age. I have always been attracted to my mother, she is a very attractive lady for her age; full, round breasts, Rubenesque figure, toned legs not too skinny, not too fat , just enough make-up to show that she cares and jet black hair in a short, pixie haircut. She has always been very loving with me and very understanding over whatever trials came my way. It wasn't until a few years after puberty hit right at the end of high school that I began to see mom in a different way. I loved taking peeks of her as she was getting dressed for the night or as she was getting out of the shower. She never closed doors all the way and she was usually distracted with her thoughts as she looked away while getting dressed. It was only natural that I would eventually want some souvenirs of her body for self-gratification later -- so I started taking pictures of her with my cell phone. I loved that picture and I couldn't get enough of it; so much so that I made it the greeting picture for her when she calls "Mark, it's your mother
There is titillating nudity tension, but no sex in this story. At the time when I saw mom's pictures, I was I was in the publishing business. Mom was then in her late forties. Being in the Technology sector, she was IT savvy. Although age had stealthily crept up on her over the years, she still looked more than appealing in a fulsome curvy way. Dad was He ran a small successful business. My elder brother was