Date: Wed, 10 Jan 2018 22:09:24 +0100 From: Bob Johnson Subject: Trophy Mom Trophy Mom. By. BMAN bjjl@mail.com Please donate to Nifty Stories. Help keep this great site open. Amanda placed the cereal bowel on the table in front of Stewart, her son. "You coming right home after school?" "Yeah, I guess. Why?" "Because I like to know. I'm your mother." She watched him go out the door. It was hard to believe he was 14 already. She was 24 when he was born. It would be just her and him for the next three months. Her husband was in Europe with his company and would not be back until September. She She stripped off her clothes and began the cleaning. Vacuum, dusting and laundry. Stewart's room was the usual mess. She tried to straighten as best she could. She noticed some of her panties wadded up under the bed. It was those purple ones she always liked. She unfolded them and saw the dry sperm. Stewart was masturbating and using her panties. She tossed them in the wash basket along with the other things. She picked his shirts off the floor and put hung them back in the closet. She noticed some magazines on the top shelf, sticking out from under his sleeping bag. She shook her head and smiled, knowing they were naked women magazines. Her brother use to hide his magazines in his closet too. She dismissed it, he was of that age, horny and preoccupied with sex all the time. She only wished his father was here to have a talk with him, but it looked like she was going to have to do it. She shook her head again, turned the machine on and went to take her bath. Stewart burst through the door, headed straight for the kitchen and the refrigerator. He grabbed the milk and drank straight from the carton. "Well, hi to you too!" "Oh, hi mom. Sorry. Got anything to eat?" "Don't drink from the carton. It's so nasty!" "Sorry, mom. How about some cookies?" She took several from the jar and handed them to him. "Going to go do some homework. If I finish tonight, I'll have all weekend to spend with the guys." "Don't make a mess in your room! I cleaned today." "Sure, mom!" Amanda watched some television, a romantic movie and it reminded her of Jason, her husband. He was only gone for a week and she was already sad. She hopped up, turned the television off. It was time to wash the whites. It had been three days. She knocked on Stewart's door. "Honey, I need all your white things. I'm going to wash." She opened the door and walked in. She gathered up the whites she could see. Stewart was wearing a white t-shirt and white underpants. "Give me the t-shirt and underpants." He pulled off the t-shirt and tossed it over. "AND?" "Mom! I'd be naked if I took these off!" "And you don't think I've seen you naked before? Seriously?" "Yeah, but that was when I was a little kid. I'm grown up now." She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, sure you are." She stepped in front of him." "I'm not leaving until you give them to me." Stewart quickly pulled them off and pulled the cover over him. Stewart had an erection and he didn't want her to see it. She got down on her knees, smiled and looked up at him. "Stewart? It's nothing to be ashamed of. Men have erections all the time. Especially at your age. You probably have a dozen a day." She didn't want to be talking about this. His father should be doing it. She reached over and pulled the sheet away. Stewart made no move to stop her. She was amazed at how big he was. It seemed like the last time she saw him, it was only the size of her little finger. He had lots of pubic hair now. He was growing into a man before her eyes. "Would you like to suck it, mom?" "Steward, that's nasty." He slid forward and held it out. In her mind, she imagined it was Jason and his hard cock staring at her. They looked exactly alike to her. She leaned over and slowly encased it with her mouth. It was so warm and so hard. It had that odor a man. She held his balls in her hands as she her head moved up and down. Some of her hair was getting into her mouth. Suddenly, she felt his hands on her breasts. He had reached inside her robe and took them out. It was so wrong, but she didn't care at that moment. All she wanted was for him to cum in her mouth. Amanda pulled away, wiping the sperm from her lips and chin. Stewart flopped back on the bed. "WOW! Mom that was so fucking great! I never had my cock sucked before. You're great at it!" She quickly pulled the robe over her breasts and tied the sash. She grabbed his leg and shook him. "Please, Stewart! Listen to me!" "What, mom?" "I am so so sorry for what I just did. It was so very wrong. Please forgive me?" "Sure, mom. I love you." She felt tears coming to her eyes. "I love you too, Stewart. But not in the way I love your father." "Why not, mom?" "Because it's wrong! It's, it's just wrong!" "You're afraid we might have sex and you would get pregnant." A fast smile came to her face and she shook her head. "NO! I can't get pregnant anymore. Everything was removed when I had you." "Then we can have sex?" "NO, STEWART! We cannot!" She stood up and ran out of the room, slamming the door behind her. Amanda sat on he bed, crying into a pillow. She was so ashamed of what she did. Sometimes it was so hard for her to control the urges. She put her hand on her pussy and it was soaking wet. She put a hand towel between her legs and dried herself. She got a clean robe and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner. Stewart would soon be coming out of his room. How was she going to face him? What would she say to him? She was so humiliated by her action. "I put all the white things in the machine, mom. All you gotta do is put the soaps in and turn it on." She kept her head down, it was too difficult to look him in the eyes. She felt like a submissive little puppy that had done something very, very bad. "What we hav'in for dinner?" "Spaghetti and meat sauce." "Great! I love your spaghetti." Stewart walked over and stood beside her. "You mad at me, mom?" Amanda felt tears in her eyes again. "No, no, why do you ask?" "Cause you're acting kinda weird." "It has nothing to do with you, Stewart. I'm mad at myself." "Don't, mom. You're the most beautiful mom a guy could want." Amanda couldn't hold back any longer, she began to sob uncontrollably. "I, I, I do love you, Stewart. I, I love you. Like a woman loves a man. I'm so embarrassed and confused. I don't know what to DO!" Stewart wrapped his arms around her, he was just as tall as she was now. "I'll do what ever you want, mom. Just stop crying, mom. You're freaking me out when you cry like that." She grabbed his face and gave him the deepest kiss she could. She slipped her tongue in and out of his mouth. She was becoming wet again. "I do want to make love to you, Stewart. I so much do." Stewart, unfastened her robe, pulling it away. He gazed over her naked body, touching her all over. Tiny goose bumps were forming all over her body. He had no idea his mom shaved her pussy. He rubbed his hand over her two puffy lips. Amanda groaned loudly and pulled her head back. His hand came back soaking wet. "You have to fuck me, Stewart! Please! I'm fucking so hot! I want to explode!" "Here in the kitchen?" "I don't care!" Amanda laid down on the floor, on top her robe. Stewart was naked and hard, she opened her legs and her arms to hold him. They thrashed around on the kitchen floor. She wrapped her legs around him and held him just as her orgasm came. A few seconds later, she felt Stewart coming. She had another orgasm, and that one almost took her head off. She rolled Stewart off her. "Mom, that was fantastic! I never thought it would feel that great! I never felt like that before!" She patted him on the chest. "Com'on, get up. I need to get clean. I need a shower, and you do too!" They sat at the table, across from one another, devouring the last of the spaghetti. Stewart looked over at her. "You should go around the house naked all the time." She smiled at him. "I do. You're just not here to see it." "Really?" "Yes, really. I do all the house chores in the nude. When I get through, I like to take a hot bath and relax my muscles." She took the plates off the table and placed them in the dishwasher. "Now, I don't want us to talk about what happened here today. I want you to pretend it did not happen! Understood?" "But, mom! We had....." "BUT NOTHING! Go do your home work. Play video games. Watch TV. BUT DON'T, talk about what we did! Understood?" "Sure, mom. If that's what you want." "It is. Now, go." She finished cleaning the kitchen. She knocked on Stewart's door. "Stewart?" "Yeah, mom. What?" It was so hard for Amanda to hear him call her mom after what happened. "I'm going to bed now. Don't play the TV or your music too loud. Ok?" "Yeah, sure mom." Amanda laid on her bed, crying silently to herself. She let her womanly desires control her. She felt like some awful slut, making love to her son. She cried herself to sleep. Monday came and Stewart was off to school and she was alone in the house again. It was better that way. Having Stewart around for two days was enough. She told herself this was a one time thing. She had wonderful sex, but it would never happen again. She was cleaning Stewart's room and she though about those magazines in the closet. She reached up and pulled them out. There were three of them. She wasn't surprised. Naked women spread all over the pages. Some of them making love, some of them playing with themselves and their tits. She thumbed through the last one magazine. That one did surprised her. Naked women tied up in all sorts of positions. Women being spanked with paddles and whips. Some were tied with their legs open and their pussy was spanked. Men fucking them from behind. She said to herself out loud. "Perhaps Stewart is more familiar with sex than I thought." She looked through more and more pictures. Women with red asses. Women with red tits. Women with red pussies. Deep down, she was ashamed because she was getting aroused by what she saw. She looked down at her nipples and they were sticking out hard. She quickly put the magazines back in the closet and finished cleaning his room. Stewart burst through the front door. "Damn! I thought you might still be cleaning in the nude!" "No, Stewart I'm not! Don't look forward to it either." Maybe it was just her imagination, but Stewart seemed to be getting taller than her. He stepped up to her, took hold of her arms and planted a heavy kiss on her lips. "Stewart! Please! Control yourself!" He held her arms tight. "The only thing I want to control is you, mom!" She wiggled herself free. "Please, Stewart! Stop talking like that!" "You're such a beautiful woman." "I'm you, mom!" "Does that mean you can't be a beautiful woman?" The images of those women in the magazine kept running through her head. "Stewart. I'm really flattered you think I'm beautiful. Most boys think their mom is....well, just plain old mom." "Not you, mom. My friends think you're killer! They all wished they had a mom like you!" "Enough, Stewart. Please. I don't want to know what your buddies think about me." "Ok, mom. I got some home work to do. Knock if you wanna come in. I don't want you to catch me naked." That week passed quickly. Amanda went into Stewart's room every day and took a look at the magazine. It seemed like everyday she saw something new. A young woman tied up with a dildo in her mouth. Another one with a ball gag. Everyday, it was the same thing. It made her pussy a little wet. She could tell Stewart was becoming horny again. He would smile at her and pat her on the butt. The way she saw it, she had two choices. She could give Stewart another blow job, or let him masturbate. She stepped out of the shower and looked at herself in the mirror. Was she really killer? Whatever that meant. She knew the old terms, hot or sexy. She turned to get a better view of her ass. She pulled her hand back and gave herself a whack on the cheek. Didn't feel bad, so she tried several more, on both cheeks this time. They were stung a little, some redness forming on her white mounds. Jason would be gone until September. It was June now. Stewart would be out of school tomorrow for all summer. She was not going to wait until September. Friday afternoon, Stewart was in his room. Amanda could hear the music going. She slipped out of her robe, gathered some clean wash and walked down to his room. "Stewart?" "Yeah, mom." She walked in stark naked. Stewart just sat on his bed, big surprised look on his face. "I'm not through cleaning yet. I left your room for last." "Well, ok, mom! Glad you did." She bent down to the bottom drawer, giving him a perfect view of he ass. She put the sock away and noticed his hand over his crotch. She sat down on the edge of the bed. "You want to tell me about those magazines you got hidden in the closet?" Stewart's eyes were still on Amanda's tits "Huh? What? You found those?" "Yes, I found those. My brother use to hide his dirty magazines in the same place. I think all men do." "Uhhhh. I was going to throw'em out. I mean before you seen'em." "What's in your hand over there?" "My cock. It's hard like a rock. You wanna suck it again?" "Maybe. Show me." He jumped off the bed and pulled his pants down. Amanda smiled at it. Standing straight up like a flag pole. She got down on her knees in front of him. She put her arms behind her back. "Ok. You feed it to me. This time, pull my hair back. Keep out of my mouth" Stewart gently pulled her long chestnut hair back. She leaned forward, taking his cock in her mouth. Her hair felt so soft in his hands and it smelled so good. In fact, his mother always smelled great. He looked down at her. Her eyes were closed, her red lips moved in and out over his cock. He couldn't believe how beautiful she was. He had these fantasies in his head. She belonged to him and only him. He would love her and she would love him. Stewart felt the orgasm coming. He held her head, pulling it into him. She was giving him the best blow job he ever had. Stewart pulled her head back, looking down at her. His sperm all over her red lips and on her chin. Then she said something that really surprised him. "Stewart, I want you to do something for me." "Ok, mom." Amanda stood up and turned around. Stewart's eyes got really big. Her beautiful curved butt was right in front of him. "I want you to spank your butt. I don't mean really hard. Just spank it about ten or fifteen times with your hand." "Really, mom?" "Yes. Just like those pictures in the magazine. Except without the paddle." Amanda bent over, placing her hands on her knees. Stewart hauled back and with his hand ans smacked her square on the ass. He did it again and again. Amanda began to give out little yelps every time he hit her. Stewart stopped. "Why did you stop, Stewart?" "You were yelling. I don't want to hurt you, so I stopped." She turned around and chuckled at him. "Oh, Stewart. You weren't hurting me. Maybe, a little, but nothing I couldn't handle. When you're really hurting me. I'll let you know! Now, a few more smacks for good luck." Amanda went to the family room, stretched out on the sofa. Her butt felt was really warm. She remembered when her mother gave her a spanking. It always made her privates tingle. A few minutes later, Stewart walked in. He was naked and his cock was standing up tall. "I really wanna fuck you." She raised up off the sofa in disbelief. "Seriously, Stewart? I just gave you a blow job! You can't want sex already this soon!" He sat down by her, putting his hand on her breasts. "You got the most beautiful tits!" She sat there, letting him fondle her nipples because it felt so wonderful. She was getting aroused. "You know, mom. Those women in the magazines are ugly compared to you." She looked at his beautiful young face. Her hand was gently rubbing his cock. "You know exactly what I want to hear. You show me so much attention. You're going to make some girl a wonderful husband." "I don't want any girl, mom. You. I want you." She leaned in and kissed him on the lips. "I'm ready whenever you're ready." His enthusiasm was more than she expected. He gave her pussy a hard ponding and out of this world orgasm. She was limp on the sofa, Stewart was kissing her breasts and nipples and stroking her ling hair. "Please, Stewart. Please! Quit playing with me! I can't have sex with you every ten minutes! God I need a rest!" "You're just so beautiful. I love the way you smell, mom." She placed her hands on his face. "Honey! Quit trying to wear me out. I'm not fourteen anymore like you!" Stewart kissed her back. "I bet you were so KILLER when you were fourteen!" She laughed at him. "I don't know what that means, but if you say so. NOW, I have to shower. Then I have to go to bed. I'm really tired. You wear me out." Stewart held her hand and stood up. "You want me to give you a spanking before you go to bed?" Amanda threw her head back, laughing. "No, Stewart. I've had enough sex and spankings for one night!" "Ok, Goodnight, mom." Amanda knew she was in way to deep with Stewart. She couldn't see anyway out. He made her feel wanted, needed and loved. All the things Jason should be doing. Jason was not a bad husband, she did love him. He provided for her and Stewart, but he also neglected her. Stewart, on the other hand, did not. He loved her. That summer Stewart turned 15 and it seemed like he was becoming more obsessed with sex than before. Amanda enjoyed the spanking. Stewart would give them to her twice a day. She also introduced him to anal sex. It was a nice switch off from her pussy all the time. She could also masturbate with her fingers while he was pounding her ass. She loved to hear him moan and groan when he was putting his seed into her. Amanda rolled over on the sofa. Stewart looked down on her. "You're so fucking pretty." She took his arm and pulled him down. "You make me feel so good Stewart. In all the wrong ways. We won't have much longer to enjoy this. Your father comes home just about the time you start school in September. This will all stop. Your father will not catch playing together!" She picked up the towels. "Your father would divorce me and I would go to jail for contributing." Stewart grabbed hold of his mother and gave he another hard long kiss. "Then we'll make the most of it now! I want you to stay naked all the time for me. You're too beautiful to wear cloths." Amanda gave him a love tap on the cheek. "I know you love me, Stewart. But, we need to adjust to when your father comes home." Stewart laughed at her. "That's six weeks from now." Amanda shook her head. "Yes, it is. What do you plan. Keeping me naked for six weeks?" He kissed her on the lips again. "Yeah! When dad gets home, I'll have to give you up. But for now, I want you to belong to me and only me." Amanda stood up and kissed him on the lips. "I will, Stewart. Now, I have to do laundry. I'll stay in the nude for you while I do the chores. But, you have to promise me something." "What?" "Don't play with me while I'm working. You distract me to easily." "How?" "Really? You have to ask?" "I never do that?" She gave him a swat with her hand. "Oh, stop it! When I bend over, you got your fingers in my pussy! Or they're playing with my tits! Or, you pat me on the ass! All of that distracts me!" Amanda tried to slowly back away from having sex with Stewart. She would give him blow jobs three or four times a day. It did take away most his desires to fuck her. She would let him do anal sex. Play time was when she finished cleaning the kitchen after dinner. They would sit naked on the sofa watching TV. He would play with her tits. She would put his hand on her pussy. "Play with me down there. Rub me with your fingers like I showed you. I don't want to fuck. I just want to orgasm." Amanda was so amazed at how great Stewart was a foreplay. He could sexually dominate her just by his actions. Sometimes he would bring her so close to the edge and then stop. She would be so hot and frustrated, she would allow him to do whatever he wanted with her. It made her so mad, but there was nothing she could do about it. It was September, Jason came home and they were a family again. Amanda and Jason had sex as husband and wife, but it was no comparison to her and Stewart. All that did was make her feel more ashamed about what she did. Amanda found a few things in Jason's luggage. Some of his shirts and ties smelled of perfume and it was not hers. She had not been with him for three months. She went through his briefcase one morning while he was asleep. She found one earring in one of the pockets. Amanda knew she had no room to talk about being unfaithful. He couldn't wait three months for her, just as she couldn't wait for him. Amanda would no longer feel guilty about her and Stewart. That ache in her gut would now go away. The holidays went fine and in January, Jason told her and Stewart he would be going to England for two months. The new branch had to be organized and the company was sending him. "WOW! That's great, dad. Don't worry about us. Me and mom will get along just fine." "I know you will. I'll call every week. You can tell me how things are going." Amanda kissed Jason and whispered to him. "Thank you for giving me such a loving son." END.