Another hot day in the Valley. Dad called in the morning to say his trip was going long and he wouldn't be back until Sunday. Fine with me. I hung around the pool all morning swimming and listening to tunes, then Mom wanted me to run her around on some errands. I groaned, since I wanted some of my buds to come over and hang out later, but she got me by saying we could take Dad's Mercedes.

I tossed a bunch of CDs and my camera in the back and we took off, tracks blasting on the Blaupunkt CD player. First stop the dry cleaners. There was a cute black girl behind the counter in a tight tank top and cut-offs that rode up her ass crack. The doors on the dry cleaners were blocked open and two big floor fans going gangbusters, but she was dripping with sweat from the heat. I snapped a couple of great zooms of her tits (big nipples popping through the fabric!) and then she turned around and bent over to pick something up from a lower rack and I got one of her ass too. I knew I'd be jerking off to them that night and, if they were good enough, post them on my website and maybe to some of the newsgroups.

Then we were off to the drug store and then the pet shop to get some dog food. I heaved the bag of dog food into the trunk and got back inside ready to leave, but then Mom said she wanted to stop in the beauty parlor for a quick cut. She gave me fifty bucks and told me to wait for her in the record store while she got her hair done. She was behaving weird, but I wasn't going to ask her about it.

Half way to the record store, I remembered something I needed to ask her and turned back, just in time to see her leave the beauty parlor and walk in the opposite direction from the car. This was interesting, so I followed her, making sure she didn't see.

Fuck, she went around the corner and into the porno store! It had only been there a couple of months but I'd been in a couple of times. I looked old enough they didn't hassle me, and I'd easily scored some Seymour Butts tapes. The buds and I really get off watching that awesome ass pounding. The thing I didn't tell the guys about was the other tapes I bought. The "Sluts over 40" tapes. They'd laugh at me saying it had something to do with wanting to bang my Mom, but she was only 36. Fuck em.

I waited a minute, then went in, looking quickly around for her. I spotted her down at the end looking at the "marital aids". This was really getting interesting! I pretended to be browsing in the "European" section with the BDSM and golden shower and scat videos, keeping the rack between me and her. I watched as she picked up one dildo after another, examined it, then put it back. She would turn the package over in her hand, squeeze the dildo through the plastic, try to get her thumb and finger around it to gauge its diameter. I felt really weird, watching my mom handle these plastic dicks. I could tell it wasn't the first time. It made me think of one of my videos, where the young guy is banging the older broads ass and she sticks a huge dildo up her pussy. Jez, that could be my mom. My cock throbbed in my pants picturing it.

"Hey, kid," a voice next to me made me jump. "Let's see some ID." It was the clerk. A new one. Mom turned around at the sound of his voice and saw me. Shit!

"It's alright. He's with me," she said. I was amazed.

"He's still gotta be eighteen," the snotty clerk insisted.

"I'm his mother," mom said, "and if it's ok by me for him to be here, it damn well better be ok for you."

The clerk, who wasn't more than twenty himself, scurried away.

"Thanks, mom." I said sheepishly.

"You were going to the record store. Why'd you follow me?"

"Sorry, mom, it's just . . . I mean . . ."

She saw me looking at the dildo in her hand.

"Mother's are human too, you know. How do you think you got here?"

"Hey, mom, I'm sorry, I didn't mean . . ."

"Get outta here," she said. "I'll meet you in the car."

I tried to look cool as I went out past the clerk, but I knew he was snickering at me.

Ten minutes later Mom opened the car door and slide in next to me. She had a plastic bag with a big pink lip smack on it from the store. I pretended not to see it. I was going to pretend the whole thing never happened.

"Yeah, I got a few things," she said laughing, seeing my discomfort.

She reached into the bag. "Got something for you too."

She pulled out a video and handed it to me. It was the latest Seymour Butts tape!

"Wow, Mom . . ."

"You don't have this one, do you?" she said with a grin. I just shook my head and tried not to look at the close-ups on the box cover. She took the tape from me and dropped it back into the bag.

"Come on, Captain, you up for some lunch?"

This was the first time in a couple of years that we'd gone out to lunch together. Too much chaos recently I guess. And once I started hanging out with my buds and going out on dates, there just wasn't time on the weekends. And Mom was sloshed most of the time, particularly with Dad traveling so much. But lately she'd really turned it around. She hadn't had a drink in months, and would have beat the license suspension if that scumbag lawyer had done his job, but she was her old self again. She'd even gone out on a few dates, trying to be careful to do it only when I was out late, so I wouldn't find out. But I knew -- and I thought it was great. I actually wanted her to dump Dad, but every time I mentioned it she got mad.

We sat outside in the garden under an umbrella. The water fall was splashing away and Mom was in a really good mood for some reason and it seemed like old times. I was amazed at how much had happened that we hadn't talked about. I told her about Kelly and Angela, I mean really personal stuff and she was great. It was easy after that to ask her about her dates. She wanted to know how I knew about them, and asked her back how she knew about my Seymour Butts tapes. She laughed, and then when I told her I thought it was great she was dating, she told me how she and Dad hadn't had sex in months.

During the whole thing I noticed the waiter paying special attention to her because she was so great looking and everything, and I joked about how she could get laid tonight if she wanted him and that would be OK by me, except it was no joke and she knew it.

Then we decided to go to a movie, and she got me into this steamy R rated flick (not that I couldn't get into those movies anytime I wanted anyway, but it was cool to not have to sneak from one theater to another and the ticket taker didn't even bother to card me being with this older woman though I imagine we left him scratching his head. My friends already thought I had the coolest Mom, and when I tell them about Mom buying me a porno and taking me to the movie they'll die with envy).

I did feel a bit uncomfortable sitting next to my Mom during the sex scenes (which were pretty hot although of course you don't see any cum shot or even him putting it in her), until she whispered to me what a great ass the guy had and I said it had Dad's beat all to hell and then it was just like we were on a date together. We grabbed a bite afterwards and showed her the pics I'd taken of the black girl and she laughed saying she saw me with the camera and made sure to get out of my way so I could get a good shot of her.

By the time we got home it was about seven. I took a swim in the pool while Mom read outside on the deck. I had my Speedo on and I could tell she was watching me the whole time. When it got dark she turned on the pool lights and put some Beatles tunes on.

I felt weird, I guess because usually after a date as fun as the one we'd had me and the girl would get into bed and fuck like crazy (OK, OK, so that night with Angela by the lake was the only time that happened but this felt the same) and that wasn't obviously going to happen but somehow it felt like it should. I felt so damn horny and there was that new Seymour Butts tape but it was still in the bad with Mom's stuff and I didn't know how I could just disappear into my room close the door and whack off without . . . I don't know!

Anyway, Mom solved that problem after I got out. She started getting ready for bed and came into my room with the tape.

"Hope you don't mind, Captain, but I'm going to bed a bit early." She handed me the tape. "You go ahead, I've got my own new toys to try out."

I offered to lend her one of my tapes.

"That's sweet, dear," she said, "but I've got some of my own. Why do you think I had your Dad put that big screen TV and the VCR in the bedroom?"

She kissed me goodnight and went into her room, closing the door. The smell of her perfume and the feel of her lips on my cheek stunned me almost. She'd kissed me goodnight a million times that way, but . . . and then I realized . . . if she knew about my Seymour Butts tapes, she had to know about my Sluts over 40 tapes! They're right next together in my hiding place.

I came like a firehouse about twenty seconds into the Butts tape, even before Seymour got into her ass, then kept it running and came again ten minutes later. My mind is still whirling with all kinds of stuff . . .

Just got back from sneaking over to Mom's room. She's got the door shut but I could hear sex talk and moaning coming from her TV. Then the squeak of the VCR fast forwarding and then nothing but moans and dirty talk. Jez, then I heard her. She was doing herself with the new dildo. I reached into my trunks and stroked my cock as I heard her breathing hard and then she came. I ran back to my room and popped my favorite Sluts tape in the VCR and came again as the woman got on all fours and offered herself to the young guy. I tried to wait until he actually drove it into her, but somehow just that gesture of putting her ass up and offering herself to him was too much for me and I came. I couldn't believe how much cum I shot the third time, almost as much as the first. Wait'll my buds hear about today!

It's 3 am and I can't sleep, and I don't think I'll can until I get this all down.

I waited until the last minute to tell Mom I had a date, but I worried for nothing, cause she had the same problem I did! Seeing how Dad won't be back until tomorrow (today actually now that it's Sunday), she set up with Ted but was afraid to tell me! Thought my feelings would be hurt or something. Goofy. Like we've got to get permission from each other to go out. She didn't seem bothered at all, particularly when I told her it was Shannon, the black girl from the dry cleaners. She actually laughed! Said she knew she was my type. And asked her what that was, and she just shook her head smiling. I've never dated a black girl before, and I don't even know if she's into all the stuff I am, so what did she mean? I think she was just jerking me around.

Anyway when it was time for me to leave we kissed each other goodbye. She said not to worry about bringing Shannon back if I wanted. Same for you I said, and we kissed again.

To cut to the chase, the Shannon thing was going just fine, until the pager went off! It was her baby brother! We were just getting into each other's pants in the back seat of the Mercedes and she had to go. For her fucking brother! Was she just trying to get out of it? Who the shit knows, but I did get to lap her pussy -- my first black cunt! Fuck she was wet. Great spicy taste. Then the fucking pager went off and she talked to him on the cell while I ate her. Boom, that was it. Dropped her off and headed home.

I was a bit nervous going back home, and not because I was trying to avoid the cops. I didn't worry too much about driving with my permit at night, particularly when I had the Mercedes. I was hoping Mom wasn't home and that she was. I was hoping she struck out with the guy and that she scored. I had big boner all the way back, still smelling Shannon in my nose but my mind was racing back and forth on Mom too.

The drive was empty. Shit. Did Ted have her at his place? I pulled the car into the garage so they wouldn't see it if they came back. I was so fucking horny I couldn't stand it. I prowled around the house. I wanted to get off so bad, but for some reason didn't want to just jerk off like I usually do.

I went into Mom's room, jumping like a cat at any sound thinking it might be her. I opened her drawers, pulled out her panties and bras. Then I remembered the clothes hamper in the bathroom. I put her panties to my nose. Jez, I couldn't stand it anymore! I fished another pair out of the hamper and ran to her bedroom. I pulled out my cock and wrapped one pair around it. I buried my face in the other one, right in the crotch. They were black with a white lining in the crotch. I could see some stains right between her legs and her smell was still there. I came like a fire hose into her panties as I inhaled and rubbed myself, falling back on her bed as I came. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

After catching my breath I got up. Tied the cum-filled panties around my cock, which as still stiff as a rod. I ran to check the front, but nobody was there. Still not home. I went back to looking through her room. I soon found a locked box in her armoire. Mmmm. I'd been wondering where she kept her porn. She'd refused to lend me her favorite tapes the other night, and got pissed when I pressed her on it. They were probably in here. But no way to get it open without her finding out. What could they be?

Just then I heard a car door slam! I scurried to set everything right in her room, and tossed her panties back in the hamper, but then quickly pulled them out again. What if she did the laundry and found her panties full of my crusty cum?! I shoved them into the back of my drawer and turned on the TV to make it seem like I'd been watching it.

Five minutes later, she still hadn't come in. I went to the front window. A car was parked across the street at the curb. My first thought was rats! it's not her. A guy and a woman were standing outside against the car, kissing. The street light was about half way down the block and I couldn't see that good, but they were kissing. Then they stopped kissing and talked. Then he kissed her goodnight and got into the car and drove off. She came across the street. Damn, the way she walked was so sexy, and I could tell she had a great figure. Who the hell was it?

Then I realized. It was Mom! It was like I saw her for the first time. The way other guys see her. The way my buds probably see her. I guess I'd always seen "Mom" stamped on her forehead. As she came up the drive into the porch light, there she was. My Mom. But then I turned my mind back a couple of seconds, and click! Mom was gone and I saw this very hot woman walking toward me. I heard the front door open and I ran into my room and threw myself down in front of the TV.

"Hey Mom!" I called out to her. She stuck her head in my room. She said she was going in for a swim. She didn't look too happy. She changed in her room (making sure the door was closed) and then I heard her get into the pool. When she was mad or upset about something she'd do laps, sometimes 20 or 30 or even 50.

I watched her through the living room window. She was really steamed about something.

I brought her a towel when she got out. Then she told me what happened. He told her that he was still in love with his ex, and that he didn't want to get involved with anyone right now. I guess she'd really been hoping to get laid, but he turned her down. Bummer. Then I told her about my date with Shannon.

"Then we're both . . . unhappy," she said. I agreed, though I didn't tell her about jerking off into her panties. She said she wanted a drink, but I told her I had a better idea. I brought out a joint. She pretended to be shocked, but I got her to agree to give it a try. I had to turn off all the lights, the pool lights and the inside lights too so no one could see us.

We pushed a couple of patio loungers together. We were more than a foot apart, but every time we handed over the joint our fingers touched in the dark. The weed took effect pretty much after a couple of tokes. There was enough light from the sky to just see Mom's body as a dark shadow next to me, and when she puffed the burning joint lit up her face. It was a warm night, we were both in our swim suits, feeling the breeze and watching the water shimmer in the pool. We talked about a lot of stuff. Dad, and what a louse he is. What it was like for her growing up. She got me talking about when I started thinking about girls and how often I jerk off.

I don't know if it was accidental or what, but it seemed like each time we passed the joint, our fingers touched a little more, stayed in contact a bit longer.

Then she asked me about my first time. I'd been afraid she'd do that, but I decided to tell her the truth.

"When did it happen?"

I took a breath and told her.

"Thirteen," she said quietly.

"Almost 14 Mom."

"Was it good?" she wanted to know. "Yeah," I said, "very good. Great actually."

"Do I know the girl?"

I took another deep breath.

"Yep."

"Carla"?

"No."

"Billie?"

"No."

"Hm, not that annoying little Missy from down the block!"

"Nope."

"Who??"

"Mrs. Henderson."

No response. Nothing. "Mom? . . . Mom? Are you mad?"

"She came on to you?"

"Yeah, she flirted a lot."

"Tell me what happened, OK?"

"You know, it just happened . . . "

"I mean everything. Don't leave anything out." Her voice was shaking.

So I told her. About walking her dog and doing other chores to earn some money. About how she'd invite me in and be in her robe and underwear, or a very skimpy bikini. How after doing some yard work for her, she insisted I shower in her bathroom.

My eyes were really used to the darkness now. I saw Mom's arm move, but it took a couple of good looks before I figured out what she was doing. She had her hand inside her suit and was playing with herself as I talked.

I told her how Mrs. Henderson saw me naked the first time, and how she wanted to know if I wanted to see her naked. How she touched my dick the first time and I felt a girl's pussy for the first time. How I had all these questions about sex and she answered them all for me.

Mom's breathing was getting pretty ragged. I told her how I promised her to God that I would never tell, cause she was worried someone would find out and put her in jail. How we got together a couple times a week to talk about sex and look at each other, and how she kissed me and I kissed her and then how one day she took my penis in her mouth and sucked it and I came for the first time with a woman and how she taught me how to kiss a woman there and make her cum and about how we finally did it and she helped me fuck her and how sweet and gentle and horny it was and about how she cried when I came inside her and she held me and cried and cried and how scared I was and how she made me do it again.

That's when Mom came. I just kept talking pretending not to notice and then I talked about how we did it a lot after that for about three months until suddenly they moved away and I've never heard from her since and don't know why. Then she got up and went inside saying she had to pee and after she peed she called out from the door that she was going to bed and she disappeared inside her room and shut the door.

To be continued...