I’ve always been attracted to my mom, and living with her again has made it even harder to hide my feelings. She’s a fucking 45-year-old MILF with a body that won’t quit. big ass, small boobs, and she works out a lot. I jerk off thinking about her all the time, imagining what it would be like to bend her over and fuck her from behind.
One day, we went for a walk in the woods, and I couldn’t keep my eyes off her ass. I was so fucking horny, and by the time we got home, I had to do something about it. I decided to take a shower, and as I was about to enter the bathroom, my mom said, “Make sure to check for ticks. You know how you always get them.”
I smiled to myself, seeing an opportunity. I stepped into the bathroom and pretended to check myself over. I acted like I found a tick near my balls, knowing this would get her in there with me. “Mom, I think I found a tick, but I can’t get it out myself. Can you help?” I called out.
She hesitated for a moment but then agreed. “Sure, let me see.”
At first, she tried to look through my boxers, but she couldn’t get a good angle. “Maybe if you take these off, I can see better,” she suggested, her voice steady but with a hint of nervousness.
I slipped off my boxers, my cock already half-hard and ready for action. Her eyes widened as she saw it, and I could tell she was trying not to stare. “It’s right here,” I said, pointing to a spot near my balls. “I think it’s embedded.”
She leaned in closer, her face just inches from my cock. I could feel her breath on my skin, and it sent shivers down my spine. My dick started to harden even more, and I knew she could see it. She looked up at me, her eyes meeting mine for a moment before she continued her search.
“Sorry, Mom, I can’t control it,” I said as my cock twitched and started to move slightly on its own. I was so fucking hard that it was almost painful. Precum was leaking from the tip, and I could see her noticing it.
She continued to try to find the tick, her fingers brushing against my sensitive skin. My cock was now fully erect and throbbing with need. It brushed against her face, and I could see the surprise in her eyes. She smiled slightly, and I knew she was enjoying this as much as I was.
Eventually, she gave up the pretense of looking for a tick and stood up. “I can’t find anything,” she said, her voice soft. “Maybe it wasn’t a tick after all.”
I smiled at her, my cock still rock hard and standing at attention. “Maybe not,” I replied, my voice husky with desire. As soon as she left the bathroom, I came all over the floor, my mind filled with images of her and the knowledge that she had seen me like that. I wonder if she knew it was fake and if she liked what she saw.
