Sexy Blonde Becomes a MILF Ch. 01

Sexy Blonde Becomes a MILF Ch. 01 — Loving MILF accidentally fucks her cub.

Submitted: January 26, 2022 to Literotica (Copyright Kaizer Wolf)

Tags: big tits, MILF, mother son sex, incest, first time

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NEW VERSION:

This is a completely NEW and different version of the other MILF story, with this one having a caring mother who has always been faithful to her husband, and is a loving mom toward her son.

NO sharing, in this one.

Only a romantic relationship between a woman and her cub.

Enjoy.

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– FEEDBACK – NEW VERSION –

I was aware the other version was niche, but after receiving some feedback, I decide to create a version that didn’t have those niche tropes.

Thus, this is a VERY different version of the other MILF story.

The MILF is a caring mother (NOT a slut) who hasn’t had sex in months (for a good reason).

– CHAPTER 1: Accidental MILF –

– SATURDAY, JUNE 4: Early Morning –

For several years now, my mom and dad had been having a regular ‘date night’ about once a month.

Usually, they’d go out on Friday or Saturday night, and come home extremely late — often at least a little tipsy, and always looking extremely happy and content, as if they’d just had the time of their life.

Which was great.

I was glad my parents were happy, and that their relationship seemed stable. Especially since it meant I didn’t have to worry about drama at home, like a lot of my friends seemed to be dealing with.

However, now that I’d graduated, and I might be living at home for a while as I attended a local college, I was a little more concerned.

Because, in the last seven or eight months, shortly after my eighteenth birthday, the semi-regular ‘date night’ resulted in them coming home mostly ‘just drunk,’ and not seeming nearly as happy.

My mom would always come in to check on me whenever they got back super late, since I was otherwise left home alone when they were gone, and it used to be that everything about her posture, expression, and tone seemed to radiate contentment.

But now, she kissed me goodnight with a slight somberness in her demeanor.

Mom just didn’t seem happy anymore, not even after their date.

At first, I hadn’t thought much of the situation, just trying to focus on my own stuff, since I had been in my last year of school at the time, and wanted to finish off the year strong before I graduated. But then, I started to notice that my mom’s depressed mood began to permeate her entire life.

And it wasn’t like she was acting depressed, but more like she just didn’t have the energy anymore to speak with any enthusiasm, her tone having grown flat and almost emotionless.

At least, flat whenever it wasn’t somber.

The only thing that hadn’t changed was how she specifically spoke to me, her tone still affectionate most of the time, but otherwise the whole situation had me a bit concerned at this point.

It was one such date night when my parents came home especially drunk, and I could sense that something was up, even though neither of them said anything.

It was almost 2:00 AM when my mom called, and I had just finished cumming into a tissue to some porn on my computer, which made the conversation initially a little awkward since my cock was still hard. But I cooled off pretty quick when mom let me know that they were almost home, explaining that they’d been forced to call a ride because they both had too much to drink, requesting for me to help bring ‘my father’ in when they got there.

She referred to him with some pessimism in her tone, though it could be the alcohol speaking.

Of course, now that I didn’t have to wake up for school, I was usually awake pretty late anyway, so I wasn’t even preparing for bed yet when she called. It was plenty warm outside, so I tossed on a pair of flipflops and went out in my gym shorts and t-shirt to meet them when their ride pulled up, uncertain of what to expect.

Especially due to my mom’s tone on the phone.

Sure enough, when they arrived, dad was super hammered, and seemed nearly unconscious as he slurred his words, being the most drunk I’d ever seen him. But we managed to get him in the house and on the couch on his side, where I knew he would stay all night, since he occasionally slept on the couch anyway, finding it really comfortable for his back.

My mom then began making her way to their bedroom upstairs, but I quickly realized she was actually more tipsy than I’d assumed, sounding like she almost tripped and fell.

I quickly ran after her, and found her struggling to right herself, her blonde hair hiding her face…as she sniffled.

Fuck, was she crying?

Did she hurt herself?

I tried to ask, but she just shook her head when I spoke, prompting me to help her up and walk her the tipobet365 yeni giriş rest of the way to her room.

She, umm, thanked me…unsurprisingly…her tone somber…

But used my dad’s name…

I decided not to correct her, figuring it was just a slipup, considering she’d literally just helped me put my dad on the couch. And since, I was almost afraid of her drunken mood shifting to anger if it turned out that she was pissed at him for some reason. Granted, it wouldn’t have been the first time my mom got our names mixed up, especially if she was upset and scolding one of us.

Thus, rather than fret about it, I just focused on getting her to her own bed, and letting her take it from there.

My mom was actually dressed pretty provocatively, as was usually the case when they went on their dates, wearing a short silk dress that hugged her figure like a prom dress, emphasizing her large bust, medium waist, and wide hips. Between her model figure, slightly tan skin, blonde hair, and blue eyes, all sharply contrasted against the dress color, she was kind of a femme fatale, though I knew that she’d always been highly committed to dad.

Which made the tension in their relationship all the more confusing to me.

Honestly, mom was good-looking enough that she could totally be a pornstar…which was a thought I knew I shouldn’t be having, though I knew part of the reason I thought that was because she’d gotten implants a few years ago, and I’d seen a lot of fake boobs online, especially in porn videos.

When I was younger, mom’s bust had always been a bit on the larger side compared to her overall level of skinniness. But, right around the time they started going on dates regularly, my dad paid for her to get implants to enhance and augment her already generous breasts.

Which…had been a pretty awkward conversation, when my dad told me about the surgery, so that I wouldn’t be shocked the day my mom came home with pornstar tits.

Of course, he hadn’t described it like that, but at some point I’d sort of connected the two ideas in my head, especially with how my mom looked overall.

But honestly, for the most part, I hadn’t really thought much about the change considering that my mom still looked like herself, her breasts just being much bigger, but with her still being that same familiar person I’d grown up with. Plus, her breasts didn’t strike me as looking overly fake like what I’d seen online.

She still wore a bra most of the time, and the few times I’d seen her wearing something without a bra, like a silk nightgown that I probably wasn’t meant to see her in, her breasts looked large and plump, but still kind of natural.

Needless to say, after the physical change, I decided to not put much thought into it, since it was kind of awkward thinking about it too much.

But looking at my mom now, I could easily imagine her just being a random hot woman on my computer. She was dressed really sexy, if I was being honest, and definitely had a body to kill for, being absolutely gorgeous for a forty-one-year-old woman.

Honestly, she could probably pass for a thirty-year-old, no problem.

And I was surprised to realize that, when I went back to my room, I might end up thinking about her appearance much more than usual, possibly even fantasizing a bit about what I was seeing right now, prior to getting to sleep. Although, I knew I might feel like shit afterward if I really went through with it, largely because she just seemed so down right now.

However, before I could head to my room to face that dilemma — just after I helped her get into the master bedroom, the dark space only lit by the hallway light — I was beginning to turn to leave when my mom spoke up.

“Oh honey,” she said quietly. “Could you help me unzip this?”

I focused on her to see that she was actively trying to reach back to get at the zipper.

I knew she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath, but figured it would be no big deal for me to help her unzip it a little before I left. And it wasn’t like I’d see anything when it was so dark, even if she was accidentally exposed.

“Umm, sure mom,” I replied, walking up to her and carefully using both hands to grab both the top of the silk dress, as well as the tiny little zipper.

My mom scoffed at that, sounding like she said something under her breath about it being a ‘little frustrating’ that I would ‘tease’ her about ‘roleplay,’ but I tried to focus on the task at hand.

The zipper came down a few inches just fine, but then I realized there was a couple of hooks holding together the top, which gave me more trouble than I was expecting when I tried to undo them.

“Here,” mom said with a sigh, reaching back again with both hands. Her tone was almost bitter. “Should have known you’d struggle with such a simple task. Tug it down a little more, and…” Her voice trailed off as I tugged enough so she could reach the hook, with her beginning to tipobet365 giriş lean more away from me as she stretched, her firm butt suddenly against my thigh.

Of course, I was well aware my mom was shorter than me, but never had I paid so much attention as right in that moment, when I felt her press against my leg, her wide hips a few inches lower than mine.

I cleared my throat the moment she got it unhooked, with her quickly grabbing in front of her again to prevent her dress from slipping off her breasts.

“Umm, you good now?” I wondered.

She nodded, turning her head to the side, almost to the point of resting her chin on her bare shoulder, looking really somber. “Yes, thank you, honey. Can…” Suddenly, she looked like she was about to cry, her eyes glistening in the hallway light. “Can I have a kiss?” she whispered almost inaudibly.

I tried to swallow, her expression hitting me hard in the gut, wishing I could just ask her what was really going on. Ask her what was really wrong and why she seemed so depressed all the time. Was dad cheating on her? Was their relationship falling apart? Or was it something else entirely.

I mean, shit, maybe mom got pregnant and had a miscarriage, for all I knew!

Of course, I was well aware that mom couldn’t have kids, due to a scarring that resulted from a surgery she had shortly after I was born, but technically she still had one working ovary, and for all I knew maybe the impossible happened…only to fail.

I knew for a fact that would break her heart.

But I honestly didn’t know what it might really be.

Still, something was definitely wrong, and I didn’t feel like it was my place to ask.

Taking a deep breath, I decided to give her a quick kiss on the cheek, only to lean forward and press my lips to her soft skin, surprised by the warmth her face was radiating due to her tears. It was enough to make me want to wrap my arms around her and give her a long good hug.

To let her know that everything would be okay, and that I wasn’t going anywhere…

Unexpectedly, my mom sniffled and leaned heavily into my kiss, her hand reaching up to run her fingers through my hair, only for her to begin twisting in front of me, her full lips suddenly on mine.

My body froze solid, to the point that I began to tremble slightly as her tongue suddenly separated my lips, beginning to tenderly probe inside my mouth, even as both of her hands clasped my face to hold me in place.

I couldn’t comprehend what was happening right now, and couldn’t even think to stop it, my mom’s kissing desperate, like a silent plea for affection, her lips rapidly moving more intently as she thrust her tongue deeper into my mouth, kissing me like she was suddenly experiencing the fulfillment of a need she’d gone without for an eternity.

She then moaned softly, one of her hands sliding behind my neck as her other hand lowered to find my arm, with her abruptly grabbing my wrist and tugging on it, placing my palm on her half-naked breast.

I began trembling as she covered my hand with her own and forced my palm to squeeze her tit.

She then moaned again into my mouth, the sound just as desperate as her kissing, only to pull away just enough to speak, her lips moving against mine.

“Honey, I just want you,” she pleaded. “Please. Please just forget about him, and love me.”

What…

What the fuck?

I was literally shell-shocked.

Did she just imply that…dad…

No.

No, that couldn’t be it.

No way was my dad going after another man. No fucking way. It had to be something else.

And yet, I could almost imagine it. Knowing my loving mother would do her best to be supportive, and yet seeing how it might take a toll on her over time, longing for intimacy, but having it unmet…

Fuck.

“Please,” mom almost whimpered, sounding so desperate.

Without thinking, I abruptly held her tighter, pulling her fully against me, which accidentally pulled her lips back to mine.

Mom moaned again.

And suddenly, everything began happening so fast, that all I could do was focus on my breathing.

All at once, mom began kissing me even more intensely, way more aggressively than she’d been just a moment ago, with her hand abruptly slipping down into my shorts, wrapping her fingers around my cock and pulling it out.

I didn’t even have time to think about where this was going.

“Oh my God. Honey, you’re hard,” mom whimpered, moving to action faster than I thought possible.

Instantly, my mom wrapped her arm more fully around my neck, partially pulling herself up on her tip toes as she abruptly wrapped one leg around my hip while using her hand to place my cock at the perfect angle.

And then suddenly, just like that, I was sinking into my mom, no panties to hinder the penetration, with me reflexively wrapping my arms around her waist and tugging her both forward and down, even as her tongue continued tipobet365 güvenilirmi to thrust desperately into my mouth.

Oh my God.

Mom was so warm, ridiculously tight, and the sensation around my cock was beginning to overwhelm all my other thoughts. Because now all I suddenly cared about was pursuing the intense feeling that was threatening to overpower me.

Oh fuck.

Oh fuck, oh fuck.

Nothing else mattered right now, except this intense feeling.

My hips began twitching on their own, thrusting deeper and deeper, even as my mom readjusted her leg on my hip, partially balanced on one foot as she held onto me heavily with her arm wrapped around my neck.

It felt so amazing, and yet I had just cummed less than ten minutes ago, not to mention she was rapidly beginning to feel looser and wetter, the sound of my thrusting beginning to audibly fill my ears, making it feel like it was going to take me a while to build up to my climax.

There wasn’t quite enough stimulation from being inside of her to make me pop right away, and I knew from online comparisons that my eight-inch cock was at least above average, so I didn’t think it was a size issue. I suspected that my recent orgasm was the main problem.

But that realization, that this might take a few minutes, only made me thrust harder.

Only made me more desperate to get there.

Mom unexpectedly moaned loudly then, as she broke our kiss and wrapped both of her arms fully around my neck, hugging me tightly as I continued to pound my cock into her snatch.

“Oh honey,” she moaned. “Oh baby boy, yes. Oh yes, sweetie. Oh…AHHHH!”

She screamed in obvious ecstasy, her body tensing against mine as I kept up my pace, wanting so desperately to get there too, only for her to begin gasping as I continued thrusting, her own hips starting to twitch again in seemingly another orgasm.

All at once, she abruptly buried her face against my neck as she moaned loudly a second time, starting to tremble now, only to reach down with her other hand and grab my ass firmly the moment I began tensing myself.

I shot my load inside her, my cock pulsing, and pulsing, and pulsing like it was trying as hard as it could to never stop.

And then it hit me.

What I’d just done.

Oh shit.

My mom continued to hold firmly onto my ass as she sighed heavily in contentment. “Oh honey, that was absolutely amazing,” she whispered. “Thank you so much. Oh sweetie, thank you so much.”

I didn’t respond.

I couldn’t respond.

Would she recognize my voice? Would she still think I was dad?

She sighed again. “Oh honey, you just made my night. But I’m so exhausted. Please help me get on the bed, honey. I’ll finish changing after I lie down for a minute. Oh sweetie, you just made me so happy.”

I tried to breathe as she pulled off my cock, with her still hanging onto me while tugging a little toward the bed, only for her to giggle when I helped her sit down. “Wow, we’re going to have to wash the comforter tomorrow. I’m leaking a lot,” she added, giggling again.

Definitely the alcohol speaking.

Her mood had completely swung in the opposite direction now.

I still didn’t respond as I gently helped her lay down, my hands starting to shake, glad when we were finally separated, and even more thankful to see that her eyes were closed in the dim light. I then went and grabbed the fluffy blanket they kept at the end of the bed, and pulled it over her, wanting to hide her half naked body as if to hide from my mind what I’d just experienced.

What I’d just done to my own mom.

Because I definitely felt like I was the guilty one here.

In hindsight, it was obvious that she thought I was dad, not to mention she was pretty drunk. Which meant, even though it was true she one-hundred percent came onto me, I was the only sober person who understood what was really happening, and I should have been the one to put a stop to it.

But I didn’t.

I had been so stunned, that I didn’t stop it.

And then so overwhelmed with lust, that I couldn’t stop it.

Fuck.

Once she was covered, I finally left the room and crept to the stairs, going down just far enough to check to see if my dad was still passed out on the couch, before heading to the hallway bathroom to take a quick shower.

I, umm…

Well, what just happened came over me again in the shower, and I became so desperate to cum again, that I was on my knees, practically working up a sweat as I finally shot another small load next to the drain. I felt like I could still hear my mom moaning into my ear, like I could still feel her body wrapped around mine. It even almost felt like her tongue was still in my mouth, as if the sensation didn’t want to leave.

As if my mind didn’t want to forget.

I then got changed in fresh clothes and crawled into my bed, feeling ashamed, nervous, maybe even a little scared, as well as…

Relieved.

My body…it was like my body felt the most relieved and content it had ever been. A bizarre sensation in my gut seemed to radiate throughout my entirety, this full feeling of contentment hitting me, as if I’d never experienced such a level of satisfaction in my entire life.