Laura Lovecraft - A Mother’s Craving

A Mothers Craving

By Laura Lovecraft

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PUBLISHED BY:

L.L. Craft Publications

A Mothers Craving

Copyright 2012 Laura Lovecraft

Chapter One

I sat at the desk in the living room trying to pay attention to the computer in front of me, rather than what might be happening later on. It was a losing battle; there was no way an online history lecture was any competition for the chance at a show better than any porn movie. It was ten to seven and Karen was coming over.

Karen was moms best friend for years and recently one with benefits. Karen had been coming over once a week to play cards for years back when my father was alive. But after Dad passed away last year Karen started coming over much more often.

In the beginning to console Mom and make sure she was okay, but then many of her visits carried over into the next day. Mom said Karen stayed in the guest room, but one night I knocked to go in there when I needed a jacket from the closet and Karen was nowhere to be found.

I made it a point to leave the door partway open and after midnight checked and saw it remained that way. At first I wasnt sure; it seemed obvious as I couldnt see why Karen would sleep in moms bed unless more than sleep was going on. But it was still hard to swallow considering mom had been married and seemed happy with my father.

But as more time went by I realized she hadnt had so much as a date since Dad passed. So I had decided to hint around asking why she hadnt been trying to meet someone. Mom would just shrug and say she wasnt ready yet. When I began to ask about it more and more, she confessed to me dad was the only man shed ever been with and she was nervous about being with anyone else.

I looked away embarrassed, that was something I didnt need to know. I also didnt need to be reminded that at thirty eight, Mom was younger than a lot of my friends moms and looked even younger. Because of that, Id always thought she was beautiful and probably more so than most sons would think of their mothers.

Well at eight I thought she was beautiful, but as I got older the word hot entered my mind. In fact there had been a few times as a teen that not only did I have some nasty dreams about her, but inappropriate thoughts when I was awake.

I felt terrible, but couldnt help it. Watching her walk around in shorts and her in a bikini would send me to my room where, ashamed or not I would jerk off to the thought of her.

I never told anyone and hoped it was a phase, which it seemed to be as those thoughts faded once I began dating and eventually getting laid. When Dad had a heart attack and passed away a couple of years ago at the far too young age of 45, I only saw her as my mother whod just lost her husband and was doing the best she could to hold herself together and take care of me.

But a few weeks ago those taboo thoughts had kicked in again. It went back to the night when I discovered Karen was doing a lot more than comforting mom. The water was off in the downstairs bathroom while we were having the shower replaced and Id had to use the one off of Moms bedroom. When I heard moaning coming from Moms side, I peeked through the door that had been open a couple of inches.

Leaning back in the chair, I closed my eyes and tried to will away the image of Karen on her knees at the foot of the bed, while Mom lied on her back, her long legs draped over her shoulders. Moms hands had been in Karens hair and she was moaning loudly. Karen had been naked except for a thong and her ass looked amazing as she knelt there licking my mothers pussy.

Karen stood up and climbed up onto the bed. When she did I was confronted with the sight of my mothers bald pussy staring at me from between her spread legs. Id kept telling myself to look away, but I couldnt.

Especially when shed sat up, exposing her large tits with their hard pink nipples. I had a sudden visual of licking those nipples and told myself that this was my mother! That thought had finally led me to turn away. She might be the hottest woman Id ever seen, but she was my mom.

That guilt however, wasnt enough to not only keep those thoughts from my mind, but in the last couple of months I spied on Karen and Mom a few times and kept telling myself I was really watching Karen. But deep down, I knew it was my mother that was the main attraction.

The room was usually dark, with only a couple of candles lit, but Id gotten some pretty good views, including watching Moms face buried in Karens pussy in a sixty nine. I was also getting better views because the doorknob had broken off Moms side of the bathroom and she didnt bother fixing it.

The reason she didnt bother is the room on the other side was just an extra bedroom and used for storage, she had no reason to think her pervert of a son was sneaking up there and watching her with her girlfriend. Her girlfriend is what Mom finally told me Karen was when she confessed to me that she was no longer interested in men and her and Karen were a couple.

She asked how I felt and I gave her my blessing. Mom seemed happy and she deserved to be. My only issue with it was the endless fantasies I couldnt keep out of my head.

Had the fantasies involved just her and Karen and how hot they looked together I wouldnt have been too concerned. After all I was a healthy nineteen year old boy whod witnessed two hot cougars enjoying each other.

Unfortunately most of the images that went through my mind, as well as my dreams, were that of Mom. I envisioned her long black hair trailing down my chest, while her tongue made its way towards my cock. My cock would then make it into her mouth while she looked at me with her big brown eyes. I pictured her round firm ass in the air, but rather than Karen licking it, it would be me pounding her as hard as I could, driving my.

Kenny? I jerked so hard at the sound of Moms voice behind me; I almost fell backwards out of the chair.

Easy honey! Mom exclaimed, putting her hands on my shoulders.

Sorry mom, I said as I turned in the chair to face her, I must have started to doze

I trailed off unable to complete the sentence. Standing little more than a foot in front of me, Mom was wearing only a short red robe. A very short, very loosely tied robe. Because I was sitting, my eyes were level with Moms chest and I quickly lowered my gaze when I saw how much of her tits were showing.

There was much more than cleavage, I could see the entire curve of the side of her tit. Just before my panic stricken eyes dropped down, I swore I could see the light pink skin surrounding her nipple.

Lowering my eyes provided some relief, but not a lot. The robe barely went down to the middle of her thigh allowing me a complete view of her long tanned legs. I dropped my eyes down to the floor to see she was barefoot. Moms toe nails were deep red and she had a silver toe ring on each foot as well as an ankle bracelet, Christ, even her feet looked good!

Kenny, you okay?

Yeah, Im uh, fine. I replied nervously, still staring at the floor. Mom normally wore shorts around the house during the summer and Id seen her in her bathing suit plenty of times, but this robe was different. Maybe because I could see there was no bra and already wondering about panties.

Why arent you looking at me?

I I paused, then said softly, Your your robes undone.

My Oh! Mom gasped and sensing movement, I looked up to see she had pulled it closed and was tying it tighter. Im sorry honey.

Thats okay. I said, looking back up at her.

No, its not, its embarrassing, Mom shook her head, Im sure you dont want to see your mothers boobs.

Dont be too sure of that, I thought, and then added, stop that! Trying to shake those thoughts, I asked, I thought Karen was coming over soon.

Any minute now. Mom replied. Why?