Mom's in College

First of all, this story may or may not be what you are looking for. It's about me and my mom and a growing lust. If you are expecting us to fuck in the first page, this is not for you. This is a slow burn; realistic, dealing with all of the nuances, excitement, fears, doubts; All of the emotions that surface in thoughts of a taboo relationship. That that said, let's go.

I'm in my third year of college. The first two years I lived in a dorm; excited to have my freedom and be out of the house. The problem is that i never really fit in. I've always been a bit of a loner and like to do things my way. Beer bongs and parties were never appealing to me. So at the start of my third year I decided to move back home with my mom.

I thought she would have been excited to have be back home. She was always saying how much she missed me. When I brought it up she was a bit reluctant. She explained that she had made a lot of changes in her life and needed her space. I reassured here that is was just a place to study and sleep. With that, she agreed.

Wow! What a culture shock going back. Nothing was like it used to be. She had indeed changed (for the better in my opinion). Her hair was always perfectly quaffed, she had long beautiful painted nails, and she wore perfume -- something that she had said she would never ever do in a million years. Note that this was not your everyday variety of fragrance. It was subtle (and alluring). Something you would never find in Target or the corner drug store, more like you would find in a boutique on Rodeo drive in Beverley hills. To my chagrin, I thought to myself - man she it hot! To top it off she revealed to me that she was taking some classes at the university (MY university!) WTF?

After a while, we settled into a routine. She did her thing, I did mine. One of the changes that puzzled me was that she was more secretive. Before, her laptop had no password, and was frequently left unattended. I had no interest because she only surfed cooking and household design sites. Now, her laptop was password protected (can't blame a guy for trying lol), and when I would come into the living room where she was at her computer, she would abruptly close the lid.

I was looking forward to the first day of the semester. I had put off taking the "human sexuality" class that all of the freshman always gossiped about. I remember the first day the instructor went into explicit detain about the anatomy of the clitoris -- I mean the whole duration of the class. I learned that what we think of as the clitoris is only the very tip of a structure that wound it's way deep into the woman's pelvis (Glans, Vestibules, Dorsal nerve of Clitoris -- wan to harsh the buzz man lol ; how it got engorged when a woman was sexually aroused. She went on and on -- with pictures and GIFs to make her points. By the end of the class I'm sure there was not a male in the class that didn't have a raging hard on. She (of course the instructor was a woman) obviously anticipated this and thankfully ended the class with a change of subject to something more banal, giving us enough time for our loins to settle down.

The class was huge, maybe 200 students. So it took a while to file out. Out of the corner of my eye I saw something that send a chill through my spine, and an adrenaline shock. Near the front exit (I was near the back exit of the room) I caught a fleeting image of someone filing out that looked familiar. Kind of like - my mom??. I stopped in my tracks -- sure enough it was her. OMG! I had just sat through 50 minutes of explicit sex education with my mom!!

To my horror, I found myself thinking of her in an entirely new way. Still mom, but also the owner of a clitoris that wrapped it's way through her female parts. Horror number two; my cock once again was a hard a a rock.

For the next few weeks I has highly aware of her presence while we were being led through intimate details of sex, sexual acts, desires, even fantasies; the instructor assured that fantasies were totally normal, I'm not sure if she would approve of the fantasies I was being drawn to.

I now saw my mom in an entirely new light -- that of a beautiful woman, albeit one totally off-limits. During many of the class sessions I found myself being drawn to thoughts of my mother. As the instructor walked us through various parts of the female anatomy I couldn't help but put all of this in the context of my mom. Details about breasts, their form and function. I wondered what her breasts looked like. All I new for sure was that they are double D cup (A guy can't help but notice). Were her nipples large, small, did they get erect when she was aroused -- and what aroused her----- Damn it Shawn, think of something else!!! Were they firm, what did they feel like----Damn it Shawn!!!

Then there was the "masturbation" class. Again, pictures, and now full length videos (tastefully done of course). The anatomy of the female orgasm, the anatomy of the male orgasm. I couldn't keep myself away from the thought -- I'm watching porn with my mom!!!

She never said a thing at home, didn't give a hint of what she was doing with her afternoon -- again my intrusive thoughts; "did she get aroused watching all of this? -- Did she get wet--- OMG Shawn, think baseball, football, anything.... Did she see me in class? Was she thinking about me when these explicit sex acts were paraded around us, OMG.

END PART 1