Sexy Blonde Becomes a MILF Ch. 02

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Sexy Blonde Becomes a MILF Ch. 02 — Loving MILF decides to ‘Try Out’ her cub again.

Submitted: February 2, 2022 to Literotica (Copyright Kaizer Wolf)

Tags: harem, MILF, big tits, mother son sex, aunt nephew sex, incest, first time, domination, romance, voyeur/voyeurism, oral sex, cunnilingus, rimming

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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.

(If you want to try the other one, it’s called Naughty Slut Becomes a MILF.)

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 2: Decisive MILF –

– SATURDAY, JUNE 4: Morning –

After telling my mom that I couldn’t pretend like I didn’t love her like a girlfriend now, she’d fallen completely silent, her face in her hands, as she seemed to process the situation.

Finally, after several painfully long minutes, she spoke up again.

“So,” she whispered, her voice slightly muffled. “You want to be my lover…since your father can’t give that to me right now.”

I was sincerely surprised by the statement.

Shocked that she was proposing that option…as if she might even be okay with it.

I knew there could only be one response.

If anything, I almost felt like it was my duty, as her son. To fill in for dad when she needed it.

“Yes,” I said confidently.

She sighed again. “Honey, no one can ever know about this. Not even your father.”

I was completely stunned.

Was she serious right now?

“I know,” I replied, trying to keep the disbelief out of my tone.

She groaned then, only to straighten up in her seat…

And then focus on me with a really somber expression again.

As if she was extremely sad all over.

“Mom?” I whispered hesitantly.

She took a deep breath. “Honey, I want you to tell me your biggest fantasy.”

I was shocked by the question. “Umm, I don’t know,” I admitted hesitantly.

She frowned slightly at that. “Do you watch porn?”

I convulsively swallowed, barely managing to nod.

Fuck, was I really admitting that to my own mother?

“Okay sweetie,” she continued, her tone becoming more gentle in response to my reaction. “Out of the things you’ve seen, what’s your favorite type of video to watch?”

I felt like I couldn’t breathe.

Were we really discussing this right now?

“Umm…” I paused, trying to think. “I usually like it when one of them is really assertive,” I finally managed. “Doesn’t matter if it’s the guy or girl,” I added.

She nodded, seeming pensive now. “And do you think you could be assertive with a girl?”

I grimaced, knowing I could barely talk to a girl when I realized she might like me. “Umm, no.”

Mom’s voice was tender. “So then, do you want me to be assertive?” she asked quietly.

My entire body tensed, prompting me to avert my gaze. “Yes,” I whispered.

She sighed heavily and turned her head away, causing me to look up at her, wondering if I’d said the wrong thing. However, after a second, she focused on me again, her expression unexpectedly becoming firm.

Like, it felt as if I was in trouble.

I was shocked by the unexpected shift in her demeanor.

She sincerely almost looked annoyed.

“I’m going to go upstairs,” she said firmly. “Give me a minute, and then I want you to come up too.”

I didn’t know how to interpret her expression and tone.

The shift was so abrupt that it was as if she’d suddenly made a decision, and that it changed everything about how she was engaging with this situation.

“O-Okay,” I stammered. “But why?”

She scoffed, still looking annoyed, sounding almost sarcastic. “You want to do it again. So, we’re going to do it again.” She paused to examine my shocked expression, her tone sounding even more irritated when she continued. “But don’t let this go to your head!” she snapped. “If you really love me like you say, then you’re going to have to prove it. And if it turns out that you’re just using me, like your father has, then we’re done. Because I’m not going through this shit again!”

I could tell she’d finally snapped.

The stress, frustration, and pain of rejection she’d been enduring all this time finally leaked out, and I was getting the brunt force of it.

“Mom,” I gasped. “I would never ‘not’ want you.”

She glared at me like tipobet365 yeni giriş she wasn’t sure if she could believe me or not.

“Yeah, well…” She scoffed. “As I said, we’ll give this a try. But no promises. I can’t even believe I’m actually considering this, but I guess one more time isn’t going to make it any worse at this point.” She scoffed again. “Just don’t be surprised if this is the last time! Forever!”

I could only nod, knowing this was my only chance to convince her that I truly did love her, and that it might really be the last time we did this if I didn’t make that point crystal clear.

But it was still shocking to have my own mother switch gears on me like this.

She seemed so pissed, at me, as if I’d been the one to make her so miserable the last few months.

Or really, it was like she was angry at herself for letting this happen in the first place, ashamed that she was even considering doing it again, and yet also a little hopeful that she could experience last night a second time.

Since it obviously meant a lot to her. Since it obviously felt so good for her.

Otherwise, why do it again?

This was of course a huge decision…

But one I couldn’t say ‘no’ to.

“I understand,” I replied seriously.

She nodded, her expression firm now. “Then come upstairs in a minute, and I’ll try you out again.” She then stood up fully, readjusted her pink silk robe, and turned around to head upstairs.

I just stared at her as she left, focusing on her plump ass for the first time that morning, the shininess of the pink silk robe emphasizing her amazing rear, and really appreciating it like I’d never done before. She was so fucking hot.

But oh shit, was this really happening?

We were going to do it again?

I needed to be careful though, because I really couldn’t mess this up. I needed to make sure this counted.

Part of me felt nervous as hell to actually head upstairs, but the other part of me was terrified that she might change her mind in the single minute that it took for me to get up there. Thus, with my cock having a sort of nervous erection that only made it slightly firm, I ran to the downstairs bathroom just to ensure that wouldn’t end up being a problem, and after peeing just a little, I began making my way upstairs.

I had no idea if a full minute had passed or not, but I’d rather be too early than too late.

When I got to the end of the hallway, I saw that mom and dad’s bedroom door was only cracked open, being mostly closed.

Out of habit, I reached up to knock on the door.

She invited me in, her tone still firm.

Gulping, I carefully opened it up and took my first step inside the room.

Mom was simply sitting on the bed now, her smooth legs crossed, her hands at her sides on the comforter as she leaned back slightly, her large breasts hanging provocatively in her electric blue silk nightgown, her nipples hard. Her blue eyes were still firm, her blonde hair hanging seductively on her delicate shoulders.

She’d taken off the pink silk robe, and was now only wearing the sexy lingerie.

Glancing at the small pile next to the bed, I realized she’d taken off her panties too, causing my body to stiffen.

“Young man,” she said firmly to get my attention. “As my potential lover, there’s going to be a few rules.”

I tried to swallow. “O-Okay,” I stammered.

“First, I’m still your mother, and that means I’m the boss. If I say stop, you stop. If I tell you not to do something, you don’t do it. Break that one rule, and I’ll break this off with you.”

I gulped, easily comprehending why she’d have a rule like this. Because, while she knew me as a son, she didn’t know me as a lover, and this was almost like meeting a guy for the first time for her. A guy who she barely knew, ‘as a lover,’ and who she was going to have sex with for the first time. And she didn’t want me to turn into some kind of possessive monster who just used her for my own pleasure.

Especially since I was definitely stronger than her, and could also probably blackmail her if I wanted to.

Which meant, ultimately, she wanted respect.

As my mother, she expected me to continue respecting her.

She was the boss, as she always had been.

But now that rule was even more vital than ever before.

“I understand,” I replied.

She nodded, her expression still firm. “Good. Now, with the second rule…” She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, her expression getting a hint of somberness again. “I’m not sure how to have an emotional relationship with you, and also be physical at the same time. Because you’re my son. So for now, I need this to only be a physical thing. I need it to be only about physical intimacy.” She sighed again. “Maybe the emotional will come naturally, or maybe it won’t. I don’t know. But we need to have a separation between son and lover. As my son, I would never even think about having sex with you.” She grimaced tipobet365 giriş then, her voice almost pained. “But as my lover, that’s what I need right now.” Her expression abruptly became firm. “But just remember I’m the boss. You will absolutely obey me, or else we’ll never do this again.”

I nodded a second time, truly understanding that she must be a little scared by this situation. Afraid of it getting out of hand. Clearly, she wanted the physical intimacy so desperately that she was willing to compromise on a lot, but even she wasn’t sure how to handle this happening a second time.

And she wasn’t sure how to proceed with her son suddenly becoming her lover.

Which just meant, we’d both just have to figure it out together.

As her son, I usually listened to her, but wasn’t always very responsive.

But as her lover, I would obey her every demand without hesitation, the moment she wanted it.

It was what she needed.

“I understand.”

“Perfect,” she said almost sarcastically, her tone almost bitter. “Then, the third and last rule. Don’t let this go to your head. I know your father and I are having some issues, but he is still my husband. I’m not married to you, and I don’t want you thinking about me as ‘your woman.’ And if your father and I end up spending time together, I don’t want you getting jealous. Because at the end of the day, you are still my son. Understand?”

I nodded.

Of course, I felt entirely confident that them spending time together wouldn’t involve sex, so there really wasn’t anything to be jealous about in the first place.

But I inherently did get why this was going to be a rule. As well as the others.

She wanted safety, by being the boss.

She wanted a physical relationship, to fill a need, and wanted it to only be that for right now, simply because she didn’t know how to mesh the two ideas of son and lover in her head, with her visibly struggling with the idea that she was really going to do stuff with me again.

And finally, she wanted me to remember that she was technically married, because she didn’t want me to get too possessive and turn into a jealousy monster. And I could see from her perspective why she might be concerned about that. If anything, I knew most guys became pretty possessive when they viewed a particular female as ‘their woman,’ and she couldn’t afford to get involved in that kind of situation.

Possessiveness wouldn’t be tolerated. Nor would jealousy.

Even if there was nothing to be jealous about.

“I understand,” I repeated.

“Good,” she said simply, taking a deep breath. “Then if you truly understand those three rules, and understand that I will put an end to this if you can’t handle it, then I want you to come kneel before me.”

I gulped, trying to be casual as I made my way over to her, before getting down on my knees in front of my ridiculously hot busty blonde mom.

It was difficult to look up to meet her gaze, but then my focus shifted downward anyway when she began moving.

She slowly uncrossed her legs, and spread her slightly tan thighs.

I looked between her perfect legs in surprise, her neatly trimmed pussy finally coming into view as she spread her legs even more, revealing her juicy lips just begging to be kissed.

Still, I hesitated. “Umm…”

“I showered,” she commented, as if assuming that a lack of hygiene was my hesitation. “But you said you love me, and now I want you to prove it. Prove to me that this isn’t just about you, and how I make you feel. This first time together, your job is to only make me feel good. Show me that you can be a lover, and that you don’t just want someone to get you off.” She suddenly sounded almost a little afraid. “Because if this is really just about how good it felt for you, then I’ll end it here.”

Holy shit, I was so hard now.

Both from the vulnerability leaking into her tone, and from the sight before me.

At the very least, I certainly had no qualms with spending this time pleasuring her.

I’d definitely go without, if I could have this.

I leaned forward without hesitation, burying my face between her legs so abruptly that her knees reflexively closed, her slightly tan thighs squishing into my head, only for her hands to quickly find themselves in my hair as she pulled me in closer.

However, she didn’t moan or make any noises of pleasure, since I largely hadn’t started doing anything yet. I simply pressed my lips to hers and gave her a tender kiss, not having yet decided what to do now that my face was between her thighs, my nose rubbing against her neatly trimmed dark-blonde pubic hair.

She began stroking my hair gently. “Go ahead and lick a little,” she said softly, carefully moving her legs more onto my shoulders. “Taste me, sweetie. Taste my pussy.”

I began slowly licking in small strokes first, surprised that her pussy mostly just tasted like skin, a bit salty, but with a musty hint that was making my tipobet365 güvenilirmi mind go crazy with passion, my face burning up. I then got a little more confident with my tongue as I licked in longer strokes, while beginning to probe around a little too.

Mom just sighed in contentment as she continued to stroke my hair.

I thought about asking if I was doing alright, but figured she had no problem with telling me if I was doing something wrong, and would probably also tell me to do something differently, if she wanted. But for now, she just seemed content to enjoy this.

So I simply kissed and licked, almost unable to believe I was really between my mother’s thighs.

Licking the exact spot where I’d once come from eighteen-and-a-half years ago.

I then got the bright idea to try sucking, tugging her swollen lips between mine.

Mom finally moaned.

“Oh baby, that feels really good. Suck some more.”

I began sucking on her lips like I was nursing, being gentle at first and then tugging her lips between mine a bit more aggressively to see if she liked it or not. She did, and soon asked me to move up a little to suck just above her lips.

To suck her clit.

She really started moaning then, her thighs shifting on my shoulders.

But I guess I’d gotten too excited, because she commented on it.

“Slow down, honey,” she said gently. “It’s not a race, and you’ll wear yourself out before I get there if you don’t pace yourself.”

I simply grunted in acknowledgement, going back to taking my time, starting to alternate between kissing and licking, only to suck on her clit a little more. I also finally reached my hands up to the bed, her legs on my shoulders, and slowly moved my fingers to her sides until I was carefully holding onto her wide hips as I serviced her.

“Use your fingers,” she finally whispered. “But take your time.”

I nodded, letting go of one hip and reaching up underneath my chin to gently feel her swollen folds against my fingertips, only to probe slightly with my index finger, beginning to ease it between her juicy lips.

“Yeah, that’s good,” she praised, continuing to affectionately run her fingers through my hair. “Now pull it out a little and then try to get two in.”

I did as she asked, feeling her stiffen just slightly, wondering if it was because my fingers were too dry, before she relaxed when I pulled out some of her wetness and gently eased them in again.

Oh fuck, her pussy felt so amazing to the touch inside. I could feel her tensing around my fingers, with me beginning to explore a little as I carefully felt around on the smooth sides, until I finally felt the top, surprised to find a spot that felt a little rougher. Almost wrinkly, like hands that had been in the bath too long, or maybe even like a prune.

Mom moaned, only to sound amused. “Looks like you found my G-spot, young man. Gently rub that while you suck on my clit.”

I responded by doing as she asked, carefully beginning to rub the rougher surface while gently sucking on her clit.

Her moaning became louder, her legs beginning to shift back and forth a little, as if she was squirming from the sensation.

And then, without warning, she started cumming.

“Uhhhh!” she moaned, her entire body tensing, her fingers gripping my hair and pulling my face firmly against her snatch, even as I continued to try to at least work my fingers a little.

She then relaxed and sighed heavily.

“That was wonderful, sweetie,” she said affectionately, sighing again. She then pushed my face away to focus down on me, with me actually feeling a little embarrassed to have my mouth covered in spit and her fluids. Her tone was almost amused now. “So, how was ‘doing it again?’ Did you enjoy me trying you out?”

I gulped, trying to meet her gaze. “Umm, I’m really happy that I made you feel good,” I replied honestly. “And I’m guessing we’re done for now?” I assumed, based on what she said before we started.

She frowned at that, her blue eyes almost sad again. “Would you be able to handle me saying yes? That we’re done for now?”

I nodded, my cock almost hurting it was so hard. “I really love you, mom. So yeah, that’s fine. This meant a lot to me.”

“You really mean that?” she replied, almost sounding surprised.

I nodded. “Umm, yeah. Although…you’re fine if I…umm, sort of take care of myself, right?”

She smiled warmly at that. “Yes, honey. You can masturbate if you want. Do you want to nurse on me while you do?”

I was shocked by the offer, because that didn’t feel like ‘we were done’ after all. Granted, she wasn’t going to return the favor with oral, and obviously we weren’t going to have sex like last night, even though she kind of implied we would, by ‘doing it again,’ but I would have settled for her only helping me masturbate, if given the option.

“Can I?” I asked seriously.

Her smile grew, almost seeming both amused and touched by my hopeful enthusiasm. “Yes, you may, sweetie. Why don’t you grab toilet paper or something, so you don’t make a mess.”

I nodded, standing up to run to get a few tissues, rushing to get back, both feeling surreal by the whole situation, but also feeling a little concerned she’d change her mind.

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