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- May 15, 2012
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His Mother's Son
William Reynolds stuffed his Calculus book into his already full book bag, and slung the fifty pounds of dead weight over his shoulder. Slamming his locker shut signaled the start of an entire week off from school, and with weekends on either end of that, 9 glorious days of sleeping in, and staying up late! He double checked to make sure his camera, an EOS 7D given to him by his mother for his 16th birthday was around his neck. It was his pride and joy, and he never went anywhere without it. He turned away from the locker bank just as his friend Brad, same age, 16, and like William, also on the baseball team, walked up to him. "Dude. Your Mom is fucking hot", he said by way of greeting. William snorted, "Thanks for the late breaking news flash, asshole".
The truth of the matter was Emily Reynolds was more than just hot. She looked better at 33 than most of the girls at school...something his close few friends never let him forget. She'd had William early...he never knew his father, and as an only child, he and his mom lived alone together in a very nice house, thanks to a few timely deals his mom had closed in the real estate market before that whole industry went tits up. She didn't even have to work anymore, and didn't, preferring to stay home, which was fine with William. She was always home for him, unless she was at the gym, or a beauty appointment, or whatever.
More and more, William was noticing just how hot his mom was, and lately had been fantasizing about her instead of the girls at school. His attempts to photograph her grew more bold, always trying to catch her in a state of partial dress...successfully in many cases, not all of which she knew about. It had become obvious to him that she was aware of his growing interest in her, and was gently teasing him with glimpses of her body....bathroom door carelessly left open while she showered...walking around the house in nothing but panties and a tshirt...even sleeping in the nude, (which had given William his best photograph of her yet....blankets askew, one long shapely leg exposed, along with most her left breast, and a peek of her areola). She didn't know about that picture, of course, and he had no intention of telling her.
He'd even caught her at his bedroom door one night, watching as he masturbated. She didn't know that he could see her reflection in the hallway mirror, and he'd been so aroused knowing that she was watching, he didn't stop. That was a little show he gave her, slowly stroking the length of his cock, then faster, and faster, eventually groaning with pleasure...loud enough for her to hear...when he came. From then on, when he jerked off in bed, he always made sure his door was cracked open just enough.... and after that night, he couldn't get his mom out of his mind. She was 5'5" to his 6'2", same color hair, a light sandy blond, very thick, and long, blue eyes, nice tits, large and firm, (and small rosy nipples, that were always seemingly erect), a beautifully shaped ass, that lately just made him drool.
"We still on for next Wednesday?", Brad asked. They might not have school, but they had homework, and the two were working on a Sociology report together. They'd set aside Wednesday for the task, and would do the work at William's house, much to Brad's pleasure...the guy couldn't take his eyes off William's mom either. "Yeah, you get a ride over, and my mom will give you a ride home. I already cleared it with her". "Alright. I gotta catch the bus, see you on Wednesday", Brad said, turning, and heading off toward the doors. William followed, though he took a right outside the main doors, and walked home...only two blocks.
"Mom", he called, walking through the front door, and dropping his heavy book bag on the floor, "I'm home!". No answer, which didn't mean anything. Her car was in the driveway, and she'd be around someplace. He unslung his camera, and went in search of her....hoping he might catch her half naked...or better, completely naked. Grinning, kicking off his shoes, he crept quietly through the house in search of his mom.
William Reynolds stuffed his Calculus book into his already full book bag, and slung the fifty pounds of dead weight over his shoulder. Slamming his locker shut signaled the start of an entire week off from school, and with weekends on either end of that, 9 glorious days of sleeping in, and staying up late! He double checked to make sure his camera, an EOS 7D given to him by his mother for his 16th birthday was around his neck. It was his pride and joy, and he never went anywhere without it. He turned away from the locker bank just as his friend Brad, same age, 16, and like William, also on the baseball team, walked up to him. "Dude. Your Mom is fucking hot", he said by way of greeting. William snorted, "Thanks for the late breaking news flash, asshole".
The truth of the matter was Emily Reynolds was more than just hot. She looked better at 33 than most of the girls at school...something his close few friends never let him forget. She'd had William early...he never knew his father, and as an only child, he and his mom lived alone together in a very nice house, thanks to a few timely deals his mom had closed in the real estate market before that whole industry went tits up. She didn't even have to work anymore, and didn't, preferring to stay home, which was fine with William. She was always home for him, unless she was at the gym, or a beauty appointment, or whatever.
More and more, William was noticing just how hot his mom was, and lately had been fantasizing about her instead of the girls at school. His attempts to photograph her grew more bold, always trying to catch her in a state of partial dress...successfully in many cases, not all of which she knew about. It had become obvious to him that she was aware of his growing interest in her, and was gently teasing him with glimpses of her body....bathroom door carelessly left open while she showered...walking around the house in nothing but panties and a tshirt...even sleeping in the nude, (which had given William his best photograph of her yet....blankets askew, one long shapely leg exposed, along with most her left breast, and a peek of her areola). She didn't know about that picture, of course, and he had no intention of telling her.
He'd even caught her at his bedroom door one night, watching as he masturbated. She didn't know that he could see her reflection in the hallway mirror, and he'd been so aroused knowing that she was watching, he didn't stop. That was a little show he gave her, slowly stroking the length of his cock, then faster, and faster, eventually groaning with pleasure...loud enough for her to hear...when he came. From then on, when he jerked off in bed, he always made sure his door was cracked open just enough.... and after that night, he couldn't get his mom out of his mind. She was 5'5" to his 6'2", same color hair, a light sandy blond, very thick, and long, blue eyes, nice tits, large and firm, (and small rosy nipples, that were always seemingly erect), a beautifully shaped ass, that lately just made him drool.
"We still on for next Wednesday?", Brad asked. They might not have school, but they had homework, and the two were working on a Sociology report together. They'd set aside Wednesday for the task, and would do the work at William's house, much to Brad's pleasure...the guy couldn't take his eyes off William's mom either. "Yeah, you get a ride over, and my mom will give you a ride home. I already cleared it with her". "Alright. I gotta catch the bus, see you on Wednesday", Brad said, turning, and heading off toward the doors. William followed, though he took a right outside the main doors, and walked home...only two blocks.
"Mom", he called, walking through the front door, and dropping his heavy book bag on the floor, "I'm home!". No answer, which didn't mean anything. Her car was in the driveway, and she'd be around someplace. He unslung his camera, and went in search of her....hoping he might catch her half naked...or better, completely naked. Grinning, kicking off his shoes, he crept quietly through the house in search of his mom.