Coming Home Now
Vampire [Vampire_Lamia@yahoo.co.uk]
Son returns home to his mom with his fiancé.


Mom was in her office when I came home from school. I went to mom's room. 
Hesitantly I opened the room. Once inside my room, I went to her bathroom.

By the basin was lying a pair of my mom's panties. A white lace, it felt silky 
smooth to touch. I picked it up, and stretched it in my hands. I had always had 
a thing for mom's panties. I started kissing it and felt myself harden. 
Suddenly, I heard a noise. I ducked behind; under the tub, sliding the curtain 
across to hide myself.

Mom entered the bathroom. She pulled her pants and panties down and sat on the 
toilet. I got a look at the dense tuft of raven hair that covered her pussy. Her 
bare thighs were supple and firm pillars of strength. After peeing, she stood up 
and I found myself staring at her firm, naked buttocks. They were white and 
meaty and looked very tight. I could have given anything to touch her smooth 
butt cheeks.

Anyways, Mom pulled up her panties and pants, and went out of the bathroom into 
her room. I knew I had to escape, and that too quick, as mom took a shower after 
returning from work.

I stepped out of the tub noiselessly. As I moved to the door I heard mom coming 
into the bathroom. I ducked back into the tub, and waited to get caught.

I sat there petrified with fear. My mom was an exceptionally beautiful woman. 
She was 42, but looked 30. She was 6'1" and weighed 165 pounds. She was very 
strong as well. She had a rugged muscular body, and all of my friends had the 
hots for her, as did I. But today, all of those fantasies were coming to an end, 
as I was waiting for my judgement day. It had come, and it was my mom who would 
be the executioner as well.

Suddenly I felt a vice-like grip on my arms, as mom pulled me to my feet. "What 
are you doing here?" She thundered.

I kept mum, I was literally shaking with fear.

"I knew, you were coming to my bathroom and lusting over my panties, you 
pervert. I knew it since you started doing this, you sick bastard." Mom hissed.

I found my voice somehow and said sobbing, "I am sorry mom. I won't do this 
again. I promise mom. Please let me go."

"Let you go. Do you know how it feels for someone's privacy to be violated. I 
know you don't. What I am going to do to you now, you'll remember for the rest 
of your life."

"Mom please... let me go.." I started sobbing like a little girl. But mom was 
furious.

She sat down on the toilet seat, and patted her lithe thigh. "Come on, you sick 
perv."

The next moment I was lying face down on mom's lap, and then she slid down my 
underwear. I screamed out loud as my mom's huge palm slapped my butts with full 
intensity. After about a minute, my mom let me go, but not before warning me 
that she would spank me for an hour next time if she found me in her bathroom 
again.

"Well, darling, I hope a quick glance at my pussy was worth all that pain." She 
said sarcastically.

I went out weeping to my room. That night, I couldn't sleep properly. My butt 
was killing me. In the morning, I opened my eyes to see Mom standing at the foot 
of the bed. She stood there stark naked. I marvelled at her perfectly 
symmetrical body, bulging with hard, slim muscles. Her breasts were full and her 
nipples erect. I sat up quickly.

"Good morning, sonny dearest. Rise and shine!" I was getting really scared of my 
mom's sarcasm. What was she upto now? How much spanking could my 15-year-old 
butt take, I wondered!

I was about to stand up, when she pushed me back, "Not so fast, son. I am not 
through punishing you. But if you really like your mom, then this could even be 
enjoyable to you." She hissed.

With this she jumped on me, her hard thighs clasping my ribs. No matter how hard 
I writhed, I couldn't unsettle her. I was lying on my back, with her seated on 
top of me. And I began to get a bit stiff, down-under. Her pussy hair was 
tingling my face, as she began humping on my chest. Her heavy body was rough and 
demanding, as she started grinding her profusely haired pussy on my face.


"Get up Mark! We're about to land."

I opened my eyes to see the beautiful sensual face of my fiancé. I jerked off 
past memories, and kissed Susan's full lips. Susan was 23, a year younger than 
me. She was one of the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. Standing 5'8, she was 
2 inches shorter and 35 pounds lighter than my 165. Her skin was so exquisitely 
fair that her arms and wrists and shoulders seemed cut out of daisies or white 
rose leaves. Her silky brown hair waved and coiled gracefully about her head. 
Her smile was peculiarly sweet, and the eyes had that innocent look which made 
them quite irresistible to anyone with a tender or sympathetic heart. On the bed 
though, she was a tigress. Her face had that sensual look which reflected 
innocence and lust, all at the same time.

It had been 5 years since I had seen mom, cause after my college, I had somehow 
managed to convince mom to let me go to Belfast, where a wonderful job awaited 
me. Mom was pretty pissed off since she didn't want her sex-slave to leave her. 
I had become indispensable to her, cause every morning, she used to grind her 
pussy against my face to orgasm. After getting such a great job, I had vowed 
never to return to Cardiff to mom. But a year later, I met Susan, and fell in 
love. And now that we were about to get married, she insisted that we meet my 
mom, and give her the good news.

I tried my best to dissuade her, but she was adamant, and in the end I had to 
comply with her decision. I called mom after 5 years, and informed her that I 
was coming home with Susan. Mom was uncharacteristically tender and 
understanding and warm on the phone. Perhaps, years of solitude and age have 
sobered her. After all, even I got out of my fetish.

We landed safely, my eyes searching for mom. I couldn't find mom anywhere. We 
moved out of the airport, and were about to call a cab, when I heard a husky 
voice yell, "Mark!"

We turned around to see a stunning woman walking towards us. Mom had maintained 
her beauty and fitness. She looked as sexy as ever. Sleeveless top exposing her 
muscular arms, and broad shoulders. Her skin-tight jeans were unable conceal her 
hard, rugged thighs and bulging calves. Even Susan was astounded by my mom's 
physique.

Mom pulled me into her hard, robust body in a big hug, almost sweeping me off my 
feet. She kissed me lingeringly on my lips. I was disgusted as I felt myself 
harden. Mom could have felt my hard-on against her powerful, hard thighs, as she 
towered over me.

"Mom, this is Susan, my fiancé." I said as she let go of me.

"Hi Jenny!"

"Hello Sweet-heart! Mark, I'm impressed," said mom as she lightly kissed Susan 
on her cheek. Susan had to really look up to kiss mom.

After the introduction, we walked towards the parking. Mom was walking in 
between us, with her beefy arms around our shoulders. I could feel mom's hard 
arm against my neck.

It took us fifteen minutes to reach home. Mom and Susan had stuck a friendly 
chord among each other. Susan seemed to be almost adoring my mom. Since it was 
eleven already, we retired to bed early.

"Wow! Your mom is really remarkable." said Susan as we were getting ready to 
sleep.

"I know." I said nonchalantly.

"Really! She is quite a woman. And boy, how strong is she. You know, I 
accidentally put my hand on her arms. Her biceps are really hard. She seems 
stronger than you as well."

I was speechless. Here was my fiancé drooling over my mom's muscular biceps.

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