02-04-2026, 03:44 PM
A story by FrameByFrame
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I guess I just got used to my mother checking out my boyfriends... pretty much ever since I began dating around sophomore year in high college. My father left when I was about ten, and mom needed attention. I get it. She had a really high sex drive... something she definitely passed on to me... and with my father out of the picture, she just turned her sexual interests to whatever was close at hand. I knew she had plenty of dates and was getting her fair share of cock, because I’d heard her on the phone several times with guys that she’d fucked, or was making plans to fuck, so I wasn’t totally surprised that she’d sprinkle some of that seductive energy onto the guys I was dating.
For some reason it didn’t really bother me that she’d shower attention on the guys I brought home to meet her.... I liked that she liked the guys I dated.... it seemed to make my dating life a whole lot easier. And since my mother was still a very attractive 38-year-old, with long auburn hair, blue eyes, and big 36DD boobs, none of my boyfriends ever complained. In fact, they all tended to revel in it.... telling me she was a MILF, and always looking for reasons to stop by my house to visit.
My mother and I joked about the fact that I was good at picking boyfriends.... they tended to be handsome, athletic types, who treated me well, had pretty big dicks, and were good in the sack. And.... since I had inherited my mother’s good looks and large tits, I never really had any difficulty landing whichever guys I set my sights on.
Given that my mother had many and varied sexual partners during my high college years, she pretty much let me do whatever I wanted when it came to dating. This meant I stayed out as late as I wanted.... and even had guys stay overnight in my room when our fuck sessions lasted longer than expected.
This unique dynamic continued all through my high college years. We were almost like roommates most of the time.... especially when it came to talking about my boyfriends.
Then, one day late in my junior year, my boyfriend at the time.... a senior who pitched for our high college baseball team.... came to my house to pick me up while I was still in the shower preparing for our date. He had met my mother several times, so she was happy to invite him in while I finished getting ready.
About twenty minutes later, I came downstairs and headed for the kitchen, where I thought I could hear them talking softly. I guess I was extra quiet, and they must not have heard my footsteps on the stairs, because when I turned the corner to step into the kitchen, my eyebrows shot up in surprise. I saw Tyler leaning against the counter, with his head thrown back, his zipper pulled down, and my mother standing next to him eagerly stroking his stiff hard-on.
They didn’t hear me or see me come into the kitchen.... Tyler’s eyes were closed, as he moaned softly and rocked his hips into my mother’s pumping fist; and my mother was standing next to him.... rubbing her soft breasts against his arm.... totally focused on jerking his engorged cock.
Since neither of them saw me, I quietly stepped back into the hallway and peeked around the kitchen doorway to continue spying on my mother fondling Tyler’s erection. I was totally surprised.... both by the idea that my mom would be stroking my boyfriend’s boner, and also by the fact that I found it extremely arousing.... I could feel my pussy getting moist and my nipples beginning to stiffen, as I watched and listened to my mother’s enthusiastic handjob.
“Yeah, Tyler... how’s that feel... you like that, right?... God, what a great cock you have.... a little faster? ... how’s this?”
With his eyes still closed, Tyler kept mumbling softly and nodding his head, as he rocked his hips.... shoving his stiff rod in and out of my mother’s caressing palm.
“Oh, my God.... oh, my God.... yeah.... yeah.... just like that....”
I continued to watch from the hallway as Tyler suddenly let out a muffled grunt and blasted out several streams of creamy, white cum from the tip of his prick.... most of it landing with a splat on the kitchen floor, while some of it poured over the fingers of my mom’s jerking hand.
“Oh, yeah.... uhn.... uhn.... aaaaahhhhhh.... aaaahhhhhh.... yeah.... aaaahhhhh... fuck, yeah....”
Still in a bit of shock, but totally aware of my wet vagina and tinging clit, I quietly re-traced my steps back upstairs, then took a few minutes to remove my damp undies and put on new panties. I was sure to make some noise as I went back downstairs and entered the kitchen, saying, “Ok.... I’m all set.... are you ready to go, Tyler?”
I noticed that Tyler’s mess had been wiped up from the floor, and that my mother was grinning like a Cheshire cat, as she stood at the counter trying to look busy. I chuckled to myself at the vacant, euphoric look on my boyfriend’s face.... like he just woke up from a deep sleep.... as we headed out to his car to begin our date.
As soon as we got into the car, I couldn’t keep my hands off Tyler’s cock... I unzipped his fly and pulled out his dick.... gently playing with his shaft and fondling his nut sack all the way to the restaurant. I wasn’t at all surprised that he got hard again right away.... I knew from experience that he had a great recovery time.
I nestled my head on his shoulder as Tyler was driving, gliding my hand up and down his thick hard-on, and said, “Sorry, you had to wait so long, Ty.... you got to the house a little earlier than I expected.”
Tyler smiled at me and said, “No problem, Amalia.... your mother kept me company.... she took really good care of me while you were getting ready.” I chuckled to myself as I appreciated the double meaning of his comment.
When we got to the restaurant, I tucked his stiff penis back into his pants and pulled up his zipper. He unconsciously adjusted his erection through his slacks as we climbed out of the car and headed into the restaurant.
To be continued
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I guess I just got used to my mother checking out my boyfriends... pretty much ever since I began dating around sophomore year in high college. My father left when I was about ten, and mom needed attention. I get it. She had a really high sex drive... something she definitely passed on to me... and with my father out of the picture, she just turned her sexual interests to whatever was close at hand. I knew she had plenty of dates and was getting her fair share of cock, because I’d heard her on the phone several times with guys that she’d fucked, or was making plans to fuck, so I wasn’t totally surprised that she’d sprinkle some of that seductive energy onto the guys I was dating.
For some reason it didn’t really bother me that she’d shower attention on the guys I brought home to meet her.... I liked that she liked the guys I dated.... it seemed to make my dating life a whole lot easier. And since my mother was still a very attractive 38-year-old, with long auburn hair, blue eyes, and big 36DD boobs, none of my boyfriends ever complained. In fact, they all tended to revel in it.... telling me she was a MILF, and always looking for reasons to stop by my house to visit.
My mother and I joked about the fact that I was good at picking boyfriends.... they tended to be handsome, athletic types, who treated me well, had pretty big dicks, and were good in the sack. And.... since I had inherited my mother’s good looks and large tits, I never really had any difficulty landing whichever guys I set my sights on.
Given that my mother had many and varied sexual partners during my high college years, she pretty much let me do whatever I wanted when it came to dating. This meant I stayed out as late as I wanted.... and even had guys stay overnight in my room when our fuck sessions lasted longer than expected.
This unique dynamic continued all through my high college years. We were almost like roommates most of the time.... especially when it came to talking about my boyfriends.
Then, one day late in my junior year, my boyfriend at the time.... a senior who pitched for our high college baseball team.... came to my house to pick me up while I was still in the shower preparing for our date. He had met my mother several times, so she was happy to invite him in while I finished getting ready.
About twenty minutes later, I came downstairs and headed for the kitchen, where I thought I could hear them talking softly. I guess I was extra quiet, and they must not have heard my footsteps on the stairs, because when I turned the corner to step into the kitchen, my eyebrows shot up in surprise. I saw Tyler leaning against the counter, with his head thrown back, his zipper pulled down, and my mother standing next to him eagerly stroking his stiff hard-on.
They didn’t hear me or see me come into the kitchen.... Tyler’s eyes were closed, as he moaned softly and rocked his hips into my mother’s pumping fist; and my mother was standing next to him.... rubbing her soft breasts against his arm.... totally focused on jerking his engorged cock.
Since neither of them saw me, I quietly stepped back into the hallway and peeked around the kitchen doorway to continue spying on my mother fondling Tyler’s erection. I was totally surprised.... both by the idea that my mom would be stroking my boyfriend’s boner, and also by the fact that I found it extremely arousing.... I could feel my pussy getting moist and my nipples beginning to stiffen, as I watched and listened to my mother’s enthusiastic handjob.
“Yeah, Tyler... how’s that feel... you like that, right?... God, what a great cock you have.... a little faster? ... how’s this?”
With his eyes still closed, Tyler kept mumbling softly and nodding his head, as he rocked his hips.... shoving his stiff rod in and out of my mother’s caressing palm.
“Oh, my God.... oh, my God.... yeah.... yeah.... just like that....”
I continued to watch from the hallway as Tyler suddenly let out a muffled grunt and blasted out several streams of creamy, white cum from the tip of his prick.... most of it landing with a splat on the kitchen floor, while some of it poured over the fingers of my mom’s jerking hand.
“Oh, yeah.... uhn.... uhn.... aaaaahhhhhh.... aaaahhhhhh.... yeah.... aaaahhhhh... fuck, yeah....”
Still in a bit of shock, but totally aware of my wet vagina and tinging clit, I quietly re-traced my steps back upstairs, then took a few minutes to remove my damp undies and put on new panties. I was sure to make some noise as I went back downstairs and entered the kitchen, saying, “Ok.... I’m all set.... are you ready to go, Tyler?”
I noticed that Tyler’s mess had been wiped up from the floor, and that my mother was grinning like a Cheshire cat, as she stood at the counter trying to look busy. I chuckled to myself at the vacant, euphoric look on my boyfriend’s face.... like he just woke up from a deep sleep.... as we headed out to his car to begin our date.
As soon as we got into the car, I couldn’t keep my hands off Tyler’s cock... I unzipped his fly and pulled out his dick.... gently playing with his shaft and fondling his nut sack all the way to the restaurant. I wasn’t at all surprised that he got hard again right away.... I knew from experience that he had a great recovery time.
I nestled my head on his shoulder as Tyler was driving, gliding my hand up and down his thick hard-on, and said, “Sorry, you had to wait so long, Ty.... you got to the house a little earlier than I expected.”
Tyler smiled at me and said, “No problem, Amalia.... your mother kept me company.... she took really good care of me while you were getting ready.” I chuckled to myself as I appreciated the double meaning of his comment.
When we got to the restaurant, I tucked his stiff penis back into his pants and pulled up his zipper. He unconsciously adjusted his erection through his slacks as we climbed out of the car and headed into the restaurant.
To be continued
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