Misunderstood Hints

Misunderstood Hints

My Mom was a flirt. Obviously I didn’t notice it for a long time growing up, but as my buddies and I turned 18, it was like a switch flipped. Suddenly a bra when my friends were visiting was optional, and double edged words and phrases with a deeply sexual undertone were everyday occurrences. 

Mind you, I didn’t mind. My Mom was hot. She had long dark hair, lovely eyes, full lips, long legs, and the biggest MILF tits on the block. So if she wanted to dress sexy, act sexy, and lace her sentences with wicked promises that could also be taken as harmless flirting, well… I probably wouldn’t have admitted to getting off on it but, I DEFINITELY was. 

Fast forward past highschool graduation and into summer and my old High School friends and I were split into three groups. The guys who were going nowhere and proud, the ones who were getting ready for college and proud, and the ones who were just looking for work. The problem is, these three groups had very different schedules, and we rarely got together to hang out anymore. 

So, one day I was at work and my buddies all messaged me that they’d finally gotten the stars to align and we were all hanging out that day. Which sucked, because I definitely couldn’t do that. I’d used up all my bullshit excuses with my boss, and if I ditched work again, I was pretty sure that I would be unemployed. 

Naturally, my 18-year-old, male friends, took this like well-mannered adults. No, just kidding. They gave me shit about it all day. Everywhere they went I got text updates about how great it was and how much fun they were having. I swear the guys who had money were spotting the ones who didn’t just to annoy me and do more stuff together that they could message me about. 

It was harmless fun, except that I was working and every time they finished with something, they would ask me what I thought they should do next. 

I did not want to miss their little day of fun just to get fired for checking my phone every 30 minutes, but that was the direction I was headed anyway. At one point, fresh out of ideas, they again bugged me for what fun activity they could all do together. One of them, naturally, mentioned my Mom. And in a moment of frustration-fueled-sarcasm, I chimed in with, “Yeah! That’s a great idea! You know, her always flirting with you guys has always, low key, been a sign. I bet if you went over to my house and proposed a gang-bang she’d be all about it!” 

A minute later the first of the replies started rolling in. They went along with it. Because of course they did. But, I figured I’d probably bought myself several hours of silence because they either wouldn’t do it, and wouldn’t be able to include me in their planning of what the hell they were actually going to do, lest I catch on… Or there were big enough idiots among them to convince the rest that it was worth a shot. And after my Mom chewed them out for being dick-brained little twerps, they probably wouldn’t text me to let me know that either. 

Sure enough, I managed to finish my shift without any more annoying group texts. But as I was leaving, they started up again. The guys had apparently all agreed to share in the lie, because one by one, they all started going off about how it had worked. They raved about how they thought I was kidding, and how totally surprised they had been when it worked. On and on like that, making me roll my eyes. 

The problem was, my Mom REALLY was a flirt, and a super hot one at that. Plus, some of those guys were as close to reasonable people as guys my age got, and they were in on the game too, which was kind of odd. Like, yeah, they’d go along with it at first, but then they’d insist on the truth being out there because they actually cared about their reputations. So, this was kind of stange behavior for them. 

Eventually, my anxiety got the best of me, and I ended up shooting my Mom a side text, asking for a quick selfie. She seemed super caught off guard, which was normal considering I’d just ambushed her for a random photo. But I just needed to see that she was okay, and not laying on the kitchen floor in a pool of torn up clothes or anything weird. 

A second later, her selfie came through.

 

I couldn’t see her nipples or anything, but the skin that was showing, about halfway down her cleavage line, sure did make it look like she was naked. Her lipstick from before was mostly gone from her lips, which, could be disturbing and lead to questions all on its own; but I felt like those questions were answered already by the lines of cum splattered all over her face…

Mom’s selfie was a cum-selfie. 

I started texting her back just about as fast as I’d ever texted before. I explained that I’d only been asking for the picture because my buddies had been saying crazy stuff. But she shot back with, “Wait… they said this was YOUR idea!” 

Which, I mean… 

FUCK!

I tried explaining how, well, yeah, I had suggested it. I had suggested it as, like a thing an asshole would say, and not a real thing, but just like, giving them a hard time via sarcasm! 

There was a pause, and a text came through the group chat while I was waiting with that one asshole friend, Will, saying that he just came on my Mom WHILE she was texting me and it was awesome!

A second after that, Mom sent another picture.

 

She had apparently wiped the first load of cum off, then taken a second load to the face and tits. Or, based on my friends group chat, a 4th or 5th load. The new picture revealed that, she was, in fact, naked. Or at least topless since I could definitely see nipples and areola in this picture. Which, under any other circumstances, would have been just… WOW! But at the moment I was a bit conflicted. I was sitting my car, at my job, with a raging hard on, and 10 of my highschool buddies texting me about how they’d been having sex with Mrs. Smith, my Mom, for the last two hours while she not only confirmed it, but sent me fucking pictures to prove it! 

Then, I realized that she only sent pictures because I literally had asked her to, and she’d actually been unsure about it.

FUCK! Again!

In the picture, Mom’s expression had an air of, “Now wait just a minute young man” to it. And no sooner did I have this thought when those exact words came through as Mom’s next text message. 

She told me that she’d been dropping hints that she thought my buddies and I were all equal parts handsome and sexy since we turned 18. She continued her rant by pointing out that while she never thought I’d actually go for it, she’d flirted with the idea of engaging in various sex acts with all of us, very openly. 

And just, fuck… 

I mean, I’d thought she was joking, and she’d been half joking. Which, I wanted to rage over, but I half joked about sex stuff with her all the time. Meanwhile, we’d both been dropping hints and just assuming that, because she was my Mom and I was her Son, that all of this stuff that we wanted could never actually happen. 

Then 10 of my friends showed up at her door with, basically, a signed permission slip to act on all that stuff she’d been hinting at wanting. So, I mean, OF COURSE she went for it! I would have!I mean, if Mom showed up at my door wearing-

Wait…

I hesitated, steeled myself, and then finally, after several more minutes, I worked up the courage to text my Mother with, “Does all that mean that you’d want me too? I mean, like that?”

There was a thirty minute delay on that one, and I started driving home. But as I pulled into the driveway to find that my friends had all left already, I got an apologetic text from my Mom telling me that she’d jumped in the shower after “the boys” left, and didn’t realize that I’d texted her that question. Then she sent another message telling me, “But as for the answer to your question… why don’t you come home and let Mommy show you.”

I was already there, so I told her as much, and then I headed in. Mom was in the kitchen getting dinner ready as I walked in. She called out to me, “Steven? I’m in here sweetie!”, and I followed her voice to where she was preparing dishes and finishing up with whatever was in the oven and would be for another 40 minutes. 

I walked up to her, unsure of how to bring up the subject. Unsure of how to talk about anything of the things that it seemed so impossible to believe had happened that day. But Mom turned to me, with that big ol’ Mom smile of hers. She popped up onto her toes, and kissed my forehead. Then she said, “Your Father will be home in about 45 minutes, so, I’m going to go ahead and make this one quick, okay sweetie?” 

I had no idea what she was talking about, but I was used to agreeing with her, so I gave her the standard “Yes Mom”, with a nod. And then…

And then she hit her knees in front of me, opened up her shirt so I could see her big tits, and with the most intense eye contact of my life, she proceeded to give me a mind blowing blowjob right there in the kitchen!

 

It was 20 full minutes of soft, sweet, and highly skillful love-making as she softly kissed, sucked, stroked, and moaned all along my cock. Then, after 20 minutes of the most intense pleasure of my life, she looked up at me and said, “I love you so much baby. I do. And I don’t want to do anything to hurt our relationship. But…” 

She was blinking up at me sweetly. The very picture of innocence and vulnerability. Then… then she slapped herself in the face with my cock, and said, “But your Mother got her cunt, ass, and face gangbanged by 10 horny teenagers earlier today. And I’d REALLLLY like you to see that side of me!”

“Would that be okay sweetie?” She asked petulantly, staring up me from the underside of my balls. I gulped, but nodded. And just like before, I almost couldn’t help myself from saying, “Yes Mom”, when I did. But Mom didn’t seem to mind. In fact, she seemed to really like it. 

She moaned, and the sound was paradise. Then she started stroking my cock at a very normal, medium-ish pace, but it was the fastest she’d gone since she started, and it had my pulse racing, and my cock throbbing within seconds. 

“Want to see Mommy’s impression of a dirty whore?” She asked, and I don’t know that I’ve ever felt that much enthusiasm for any question that my Mom had ever asked me before that moment! I told her yes, and nodded along, and spent the next five minutes gripping the counter, screaming out swears, and desperately trying to keep my feet as I involuntarily shook, bucked, stood up on my toes, clenched every muscle, and in every other way lost total physical control to the goddess kneeling in front of me. 

Mom’s blowjob was, very suddenly, lewd, noisy, wet, and nasty. All by itself, it would have easily been the sluttiest, most skilled, and most intense sexual act of my life! But on top of all of the slutty skills that she was bringing to bear against me, she was also framing them around the fact that she was my Mother. In between intense suction, skillful hands running all along my cock, and a tongue that always lashed across something sensitive, right when it would make me scream out in a good way, she would keep stopping to let me catch my breath. Then she would just pause, just to look normal for a second. 

After that brief pause, she would smile up at me with her normal, “Mom”, smile, before shoving my cock into her mouth, and giving a loud moan as she used the head of my dick to bulge her cheek outward and stretch her face out with it. Or she would pause, and just stroke me softly for a minute, before asking in the most normal, Mom tone ever, “Your Mom’s pretty good at this huh?” She would wait for me to answer, and when I eventually told her yes, she would give a shy little tilt of her head, and say, “Awww. Thank you sweetie.” Then she held up a finger and in an educational tone of voice said, “Now, watch my throat for this next part okay? If you’re paying attention, you will be able to see, right here” she said, gesturing as she did. “That my throat will expand, and bulge out a bit. That will be because I’ll have my Son’s big fucking cock shoved in there. And, if you listen carefully, right after that happens you will hear me just, really, REALLY moaning for it. And that will be because of how genuinely into it I’m going to be, when, a few moments after that, you start cumming down my throat!”

And, on top of everything else, Mom might have been a psychic too, because everything that she said would happen, happened exactly the way that she said it would! When it was done, she gave me a hug, told me that she “loved that”, and then went to clean up. 

The rest of the day was almost jarringly normal. Dad got home, we ate dinner. Mom asked how work was, and I told her about the guys bugging me all day (minus the part where they went to my house to fuck my Mom). It was so normal, in fact, that if I hadn’t saved those photos to the hidden folder on my phone, I would have thought that I’d imagined the whole thing. 

A couple of days later, Dad left for work, and Mom and I were both standing in the kitchen, leaning on the bar/island, and facing one another as we played on our phones. After a couple of minutes of silence, I worked up the courage to ask her if it had all been a one time thing. 

She smiled at me playfully over the top of her phone and said, “You’ve got your phone out… Why don’t you invite your buddies over and find out?”

As it turns out, it hadn't been a one time thing. It was more of a, god damn, my life is fucking awesome now thing!

 

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