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My name is Jason. I’m 18 years old and I live with my Mom, Laura, in a small, one-bedroom apartment on the third floor of a building that has seen better days. She has the bedroom and I sleep on the sofa, which pulls out into a bed. It’s not my Mom’s fault we live there, it’s my Dad’s fault. She met him when she was 19. I was born right after she turned 20. He left us high and dry when I was 2 years old. It’s just as well. She said he wasn’t around much, anyway. It’s been me and Mom, ever since.
We live in Pennsylvania and the winters can be very cold. Very cold. And naturally, in our run down building, the heat has a tendency to stop working, sometimes for days. Mom and I have spent many an evening sitting in the kitchen with the oven door open, wrapped in blankets, drinking hot chicken broth and telling each other that things are gonna get better.
Mom works as a cashier in a grocery store and I work through a temporary service, but it takes time to save enough money to move into a better place. So, we do the best we can. We’ve got each other and pretty much, nothing else.
It’s not all bad, though. We have fun. Sometimes we’ll rent a movie and Mom will make popcorn and hot chocolate, and we’ll sit on the sofa together and watch the movie. She loves comedies, and there is nothing that pleases me more than hearing my Mom laugh.
She keeps telling me I should find a girlfriend and enjoy being young, but to be honest, I like spending time with her. And besides, we don’t live in the safest neighborhood. I wouldn’t feel comfortable, leaving her alone at night.
I had just walked in, when she told me the heat was out again. I immediately picked up the phone. She said she had already called.
“He said, he’ll get to it when he can.” She said.
“When he can.” I snorted, hanging the phone back up. “He don’t care. He’s probably sitting in a nice warm apartment with a bottle in his hand.”
“Now, don’t get all worked up.” She said.
“I’m not, Mom. It just pisses me off. It’s supposed to be below freezing all week. And no heat means no hot water.” I said.
“I know. We’ll be okay. We always are.” She said. “I’ve got a pot of water warming on the stove so you can wash up.”
“I’m sorry, Mom.” I said.
“Sorry? For what?” She said.
“That you have to live like this.” I said.
She came to me and hugged me. “I love you, son.”
“I love you.” I said.
“Now, take that pot of water to the bathroom and get washed up. I’ll have dinner ready in a few minutes.” She said.
I took the pot off the stove and started to the bathroom. I don’t know where she finds the strength to put up with all she’s been dealt in life, but she does. A single mom at 20 (basically), raising a child by herself for the last 18 years, and she never once made me feel like I was a burden.
I turned to look back at her, standing there in the kitchen. She was beautiful. I’ve always known she was an attractive woman, but I had never really noticed how beautiful she is. I went on and washed up.
When I came out, she had moved the small dining table closer to the open oven door, and the steam rising from the bowls of beef stew was just another reminder of how cold it was in the apartment. She looked up at me and smiled.
“Hungry?” She said.
“Yes.” I said, sitting down across from her. “It smells really good.”
“Thank you. Now, eat. It’ll warm you up.” She said.
“How was your day?” I asked.
“Oh, you know. People bring their groceries and I ring ’em up. Nothing much different.” She said.
“Mom, I’ve never told you this, but you’re beautiful.” I said.
She blushed. “Well, thank you, son.”
“You’re welcome. I just wanted you to know that.” I said.
“And you’re a very handsome young man.” She said, smiling.
We ate our dinner and made small talk, occasionally laughing at each other as we warmed our hands over our bowls of stew. When we had finished and washed the dishes in cold water, we sat down on the sofa, turned on the TV and wrapped a blanket around ourselves.
“Wait a minute.” I said, getting up.
I went and closed the doors to the canlı bahis şirketleri bathroom and her bedroom to help keep the small kitchen and living room warmer.
“If we keep those doors closed, the heat will stay in here.” I said, as I sat back down and got under the blanket with her.
“Yeah, and my bedroom will be freezing when I go to bed.” She said.
“Mom, think about it. It’s gonna get below freezing tonight. You won’t be warm in there anyway. We can both sleep in here, closer to the oven.” I said.
“And where do suggest we both sleep?” She asked.
“On the pull-out. It’s big enough for both of us.” I said.
“You’re sure you don’t mind your old mother sleeping next to you?” She asked, laughing.
“Your my Mom. Why would I mind? And you’re not old.” I said.
“Well, let me go get my flannel gown and another blanket.” She said, getting up and going to her bedroom.
I flipped through the channels, while she was gone. There was an old black and white movie on. I left it there. She likes the old black and whites almost as much as she likes comedies. She came back in, carrying a blanket over her shoulder with her flannel gown and a pair of knee length, white socks in her hand.
“I plan on staying warm, tonight.” She laughed.
She put everything on the end of the sofa and got back under the blanket with me, shivering as she snuggled up close.
“What are we watching?” She asked.
“I don’t know. Some old movie.” I said.
“Casablanca!” She said, excited.
“What?” I asked.
“Humphrey Bogart and Ingrid Bergman. Casablanca.” She said, smiling.
“Okay.” I said. “Is it any good?”
“Any good? It’s a classic.” She said.
As we watched the movie, Mom leaned her head over on my shoulder. We were finally beginning to get warm under the blanket. I adjusted myself a little, trying to get more comfortable.
“Am I hurting your shoulder?” She asked, raising up.
“No. I just need to move up a little.” I raised my arm and let her settle back in, putting my arm around her.
“This movie’s not bad.” I said.
“It’s great.” She said.
“Are you warm enough?” I asked.
“I’m fine, son.” She said, meaning to rub my leg.
She inadvertently went a little high with the rub, immediately realizing what she had done and quickly pulled her hand back.
“Sorry.” She said.
“It’s okay.” I said, trying to sound as though it was no big deal.
But that one quick touch made it a big deal. I could feel myself getting an erection. Oh, shit. I tried to ignore it, and watch the movie. I guess she was embarrassed, because she clasped her hands together between her legs as if to keep them warm. Hopefully, my erection would go down before the movie ended and we had to get ready for bed.
Eventually, the closing credits were rolling up the TV screen and thankfully my erection was gone. I hit the power button on the remote. It had finally warmed up a little in the room. We both got up and pulled out the sofa bed.
“That was a pretty good movie.” I said, trying to take our minds off what had happened.
“I’m glad you liked it. I love that movie. It’s so romantic.” She said, smiling.
“I’m gonna go in the bathroom and change. You can change over by the oven, where it’s warmer.” I said.
“Okay.” She said, picking up her gown and the socks.
I went into the bathroom and closed the door. The cold did wonders for me. I don’t think I could get excited now if a woman was standing naked in front of me. I quickly changed into my flannel pajama pants and a t-shirt and called through the door to see if she was decent.
“Yes.” She said.
I went back into the living room, closing the bathroom door behind me. Mom had already turned off the overhead light, leaving the table lamp on for me. She was already under the blankets. I climbed in next to her, pulling the blankets up to my chin.
“Whew! It is cold in there.” I said.
“Come here, get warm.” She said, putting her arms around me and rubbing my arms.
“Thank you.” I said.
“Maybe he’ll have the heat fixed by tomorrow.” She said.
“If canlı kaçak iddaa he’s sober by then.” I said.
She laughed, still rubbing my arms.
“Better?” She asked.
“Yes. Thank you.” I said.
“Your welcome. Goodnight, sweetie.” She said, giving me a peck on the cheek.
“Goodnight, Mom.” I said, with a kiss on her cheek.
I turned off the lamp and we rolled over with our backs to each other, each of us curling up into a ball. I kept thinking about what had happened earlier. My Mom’s hand on me. How my cock began to get hard at her touch. Those thoughts were running through my mind as sleep took over.
I don’t know what time it was when I woke. It was still dark. I was spooning my Mom with my right arm across her. She seemed to still be sleeping.
I started to move when I realized, oh shit, my cock was hard and pressed against her ass. She was breathing softly. She was still asleep. If I move real slow, she’ll never know it happened. I started to roll away from her, when she moaned a little and snuggled in closer. I froze. I didn’t mean for it to happen, but when she snuggled in closer, my cock automatically flexed. Oh shit!
I was afraid to move. I didn’t know what to do. I lay as still as I could. I slowly began to pull my right arm off her, when she shifted again. She pushed back into me and pulled my arm back over her, hugging it to her breasts. Her breathing hadn’t changed so I knew she must still be asleep.
She mumbled something that I couldn’t understand and pushed back into me even more. Her ass was rubbing against my cock. She kept mumbling. She was dreaming. She had to be.
I closed my eyes as my cock throbbed against her. Damn! This is my Mom! I could feel her hand moving down, grabbing hold of her gown, pulling it up. She continued pulling her gown up until it was at her hips. Holy shit, she’s wasn’t wearing panties. She started to grind her ass against my cock. I was doing all I could to restrain myself, but my hips started moving to meet her. Her hands found the top of my pants and started pushing them down.
“Come on. I’ll get you warm.” She whispered.
Shit! She was awake!
She worked my pants down around my hips and wrapped her hand around my cock. I took a deep breath. She started stroking me slowly, rubbing her thumb over the head. I couldn’t help myself, I started moving with her.
“Mom.” I whispered.
“No.” She said, still stroking me. “Tonight, I’m Ilsa…and you’re Rick.”
Those were the characters from the movie. She wanted to use the names of the characters from the movie we had watched. She started rubbing the head of my cock on her ass. She lifted her right leg and laid it on top of mine, she let go of my cock and I could feel the wetness between her legs. I kissed the back of her neck and started rubbing her breast with my right hand.
“Oh, yes. Yes, Rick.” She moaned.
She rolled over to face me. She kissed me, pushing her tongue into my mouth. I accepted her tongue with my own, reaching down and grabbing her ass, pulling her closer. We no longer felt the cold. There was plenty of heat radiating between our bodies. I pushed my pants down and struggled out of them as she pulled her gown up over her head and let it fall behind her. She began stroking me again as I ran my hand down, over her warm, wet slit.
“I love you, Rick.” She said, as she kissed her way down my body.
“I love you, Ilsa.” I said.
She smiled up at me as she licked the head of my cock. Her right hand moved up and down the shaft as she caressed my balls with her left. She took me into her mouth, working her tongue as she did.
“Oh, yeah.” I moaned.
She went all the way down until her lips were around the base. When she came back up, she started jerking me off, alternating slow and then fast. She went back down. I could feel the back of her throat. She came back up and started jerking me off again.
“Come for me, Rick. I want to taste your cum.” She said.
She went back down and started fucking me with her mouth and hand at the same time. Faster and faster. I was going to cum.
“I’m cumming. canlı kaçak bahis I’m cumming, Ilsa.” I said.
She took it all in as I shot my load against the back of her throat. I could feel her swallowing, massaging my balls as she took all of me. When she had gotten all she could, she moved back up next to me. She kissed me. I could taste myself on her. She smiled, seductively.
“Lick my pussy, Rick.” She whispered in my ear.
Just from her hot breath on my ear and the sound of those words, I could feel myself getting hard again. Damn! I rolled her over on her back and kissed her beautiful tits, licking her nipples and sucking on each one. I ran my tongue down her abdomen, working my way to her warm pussy.
I put my finger inside her and brought it out and up to my mouth, licking her juices. She was still wearing the white knee socks. I pushed her legs up and ran my tongue over her clit. She moaned. I sucked on her clit for a few seconds, while putting my finger inside, slowly sliding it in and out.
“Oh, yes.” She moaned.
I moved my tongue along her labia, and pushed it inside her. I could feel her hands on the back of my head, pulling me into her. I swirled my tongue around inside her. Pushing her legs up more, I ran my tongue down the crack of her ass, circling her asshole.
“Yes! Oh…Oh…Oh…yes!” She cried.
I moved back up to her clit and licked and sucked it. She held me there, grinding on my face.
“Yes! Yes! I’m cumming, Rick. I’m cumming!” She pulled my face into her as she came.
Her juices coated my mouth. She tasted so sweet. Her body trembled as she held me to her.
“Oh, Rick.” She moaned. “Make love to me.”
I moved up and kissed her. She licked her juices from my lips as I reached down and put the head of my cock against her opening. I slowly entered her. Even as wet as she was, she was still tight. She pushed up to meet me. I began to move in and out of her. She moaned with each stroke.
“Yes, Rick. Yes.” She whispered.
“Ilsa, you feel so good.” I said.
“Oh, so do you. So do you.” She said. “Let me on top, Rick. I want to ride that big cock.”
I rolled off and over on my back. She was on me in a heartbeat. She reached down and guided my cock to her pussy. She lowered herself all the way down.
“Oh, yes.” She said.
She began moving her hips back and forth, with a slow, determined rythm. She supported herself with her hands on my chest. I watched as her tits
swayed with the rhythm of her movements. Her long, brown hair falling down over her shoulders. She picked up the pace. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, moving faster. Her nails were digging into my chest. She began to moan.
“I’m cumming. I’m cumming!” She said, as she rode me like a wild woman. “YESSSS!”
I could feel her juices flowing out of her and down onto my balls. She slowly came to a stop and collapsed down on top of me, her hot breath against my chest.
I rolled her over, never pulling out and began fucking her. She wrapped her knee-socked legs around me as I thrust myself into her. Her hands grabbed hold of my ass, squeezing, her nails digging in. I fucked her fast and hard. I was ready to cum and I wanted it to be deep inside her. She had me so excited that I was about to burst. Each thrust became harder. She was moaning and throwing her hips up at me.
“Fuck me! Fuck me!” She cried.
“I’m cumming.” I said.
“Yes. Oh, God, yes! Give it to me! Cum inside me! Fuck me, Jason! I’ve dreamed of this, baby. Fuck Mommy!” She cried.
I let go. Rope after rope of my hot spunk filled my Mom’s pussy. I pushed deep inside her as she braced her feet on the mattress and pushed her hips up to meet me, milking my cock with her love muscle. When I was done, we both relaxed. I stayed on top of her, rotating round and round inside her until I finally slipped out. I kissed her and rolled over onto my back, next to her.
She rolled over and kissed me and rested her head on my chest. I slowly ran my fingers up and down her back. We didn’t speak until we had caught our breath.
“I love you, Jason.” She whispered, not looking at me.
“I love you, Laura.” I said.
She pulled closer to me. “I like to hear you say my name.”
“You know what?” I said.
“What’s that, baby?” She asked.
“It’s fucking hot in here.” I said.
We both laughed.
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