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Mr Pitso

Copyright © 2017 MR PITSO

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. All characters depicted are 18 years or older.

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Tom couldn’t stop thinking about his mom. It’s been persisting for a week even though his mother was entering the final stages of the pregnancy.

Tom knew well it’s wrong and he shouldn’t be thinking about his own mother the way but Tom could not help it, his cock got hard when his mind drifted to his mom. The more he tried to resist it, the more his cock pressed against his trouser.

When he shut his eyes all he can picture is his mother undressing revealing her big melons. all of a sudden, his thoughts pierced by a shout from his mother.

“Tommy? Are you there?”

“yes Mom” He quickly replied, “I’m in my room reading.”

“I’m going take a shower” his Mom replied. “If the phone rings, could you answer it for me? I’m expecting a call”.

“alright then” said Tom.

Tom lay back on his bed looking on his phone to kept his mind from his mother. it was working but only for few minutes. Tom listen to different kind of music and watching his favorite video on you tube to free his mind from dirty thoughts but he couldn’t resist not when he heard the shower.

He rolls around from his bed to shook off his mind away but it was no good, his mind already pictured about her again.

Tom’s mother was so beautiful, still looking young even though she’s about to give birth to third child. His friends teased him at school for having such a hot mom, always mocked him with all kind of dirty things, some even go feather to tell Tom how they would like to gang bang her. Not once in their dirty thoughts would they have considered that Tom might want to do those things too.

Tom found himself drawn to the shower. He pushed the phone aside moving closer to the door. He could hear the sound of streaming shower. He imagined the streaming water pouring over her body, the sound seemed to get louder and louder in each step he took. It piercing his brain. Curiously, he dragged himself out of his room silently shut his bedroom door. He was drawn to sound of shower, Tom’s hand brushed the doorknob, he stopped. Looking down the corridor, he could see the bathroom door; it was slightly open not too wide but enough for a quick look.

Tom could feel tension inside his trouser. The excitement with disturbing feeling of fear and anticipation.

I’m I really doing this?” He thought to himself. “I’m going to peek on my own mother in the shower?” unanswered questions flooded in his thoughts with his mind in doubt. He felt like his entire body make the decision for him.

he even thought of the implications of his actions, Tom found himself sneaking down close to the shower. He wasn’t reached yet, but he could feel his hard cock throbbing inside his trouser. He took another step closer and finally, He was going to see her mother. He was going to take a glimpse of her body which drove his fantasies in to reality.

It felt like a lifetime, he reached the door taking deep breath. Tom turned to look with another glimpse. Tom was completely hard even harder than he had ever been. Tom’s eyes grow wide his mother’s body was farfetched than he had imagined. Beautiful and exciting even though She’s pregnant.

Tom tried to keep his breathing under control and watch his mother taking shower. His heart was beating so loudly with excitement. He was sure that his mother would hear it but she didn’t.

She looked so relaxed with her eyes closed enjoying the shower. Her long brunette hair was tumbled behind her head, reaching someway down her back. Streams of water were flowing over her body. She was beautiful, Plain and shot. Her entire body was perfection, crafted by nature.

Tom’s eyes were drawn straight to her huge breasts. he looked at her pink erect nipple and he could feel his shorts getting wet with precum. They were different than then rest of her body, redder but they still looked pink even She was in the seventh month of pregnancy and his baby sister was only one and a half. Her breasts were engorged with milk. She had always had a good cleavage, but after giving birth to his little sister, her breasts had grown even more.

Tom had always wanted to catch a glimpse of her breastfeeding and try to feast his eyes on her perfect nipple. He had almost given up hope when his sister switched to the bottle but his fantasy became reality, her mother’s nipples were right before his eyes.

He watched, fascinated, as the water flow over her breasts drawn to her nipples. He couldn’t believe his eyes, they looked more erect. The areolae around them were pink too, in contrast with the milky white skin of her breasts. The nipples were so big and hard. Tom wet his lips with his tongue imagining himself linking one of those buds before sucking it.

The shift of her mother in the shower gave him a sudden start of fear. Tom realized that it was nothing to worry about. However, it was quite the opposite, his mother’s hands had started rubbed her body, mixing it up with a soap.

She rubbed her breast with both arms, gently moving her hands over her rounded belly, her belly was shinny and rounded even it made her look better. Pregnancy suited his mother, it gave her a glow, a slightly fuller and fleshier figure which made Tom just want her even more.

Tom’s eyes drifted down to her ass. She was standing more or less sideways on, he could only see one cheek. It was rounded and firm, and he had to suppress an urge to go in there and cup it. Just as this nasty thought was permeating his mind, she turned away from him completely. Now he had a full on rear view, and both cheeks sitting there so plump and inviting was too much for Tom to take. He reached his hand down into his shorts and began to stroke his cock. It felt so hard, so good.

Unable to tear his eyes away, he watched as she soaped her whole torso, and began on her upper thighs. He wished he could see her pussy. As if someone was listening to his thoughts, his mother spread her legs, and began to slowly was down her left leg, all the way down to the calf. As she did so, she was bending over and a glorious sight was revealed. he saw her asshole, small, pink and puckered. she bent further still, her pussy appeared in view.

He had always wondered what it was like, whether it was smooth or hairy. Well, she had pussy hair, but it was trimmed. He could see her pussy lips, they looked like nothing he had ever seen before. Instead of a tight little slit, like the girls in the magazines, his mother’s pussy lips were plump and swollen. Her inner labia poked out slightly from between a juicy looking pair of outer lips. It was as if her pussy was looking right at him, willing him to touch it.

Tom closed his eyes and imagined sliding his cock into her delicious vagina. he did so, he was conscious that the noise of the shower had stopped. In a brief flash, he opened his eyes and yanked his hand out of his shorts. She was turning around, turning towards him.

He ducked out of view and tried to make it back to his room as quickly and quietly as he could. He was fairly sure that he had got away with it.

He safely closed door, he let out a long breath. His heart was racing, his cock was still throbbing. He needed release and he needed it instantly. He reached under his bed and brought out a shoebox. Ripping off the lid, he took out a porn magazine, something he had not looked at in the last two weeks. That was because of the treasure that lay underneath. Reaching into the box, he pulled out a pair of black lace panties. His mother’s panties.

In a fit of lust, he had swiped them out of the laundry basket two weeks ago. He had looked through the whole basket, while his mother was busy downstairs, looking for the sexiest, juiciest pair. These ones had satisfied him on both counts. Made of flimsy black lace, they were cut high on the thigh and would look unbelievably sexy on a woman. Especially on her. But what had really attracted him was the white stains on the gusset. His mother’s pussy juice. As he had lifted it to his nose, it smelt fantastic - sweet, musky and heady all at the same time.

Tom gripped his throbbing cock in one hand and lifted the panties to his face. he inhaled the beautiful smell, his mind lingered on the image of his mother’s pussy that was still emblazoned on his retina. His hand jerked faster and faster on his cock, he felt his balls begin to tighten. He imagined is cock sliding in and out of that warm, tight, swollen pussy. He felt himself on the edge, and before he could stop himself, he buried the end of his cock in the panties. It was as if his cock needed to touch her pussy. Unable to hold back, he began to cum, spurting wave after wave of thick spunk into the panties with a barely suppressed groan.

As he finished, he looked down at what he had done. The panties were dripping with thick white cum, there was no way that he would be able to sneak them back into the basket without his mother noticing when she came to wash them. Hurriedly, he hurled on the floor near his bed, pulled on his shorts and poked his head out of his bedroom door.

His mother was out of the bathroom now, so he dashed in there to clean himself up. He jumped in the shower, letting the warm water soothe his body.

While drying himself, he made up his mind to throw them away. Hopefully his mother would never realize what had happened to them. Getting dressed, he opened the bathroom door just in time to see his mother fully clothed and coming out of his bedroom.

“What are you doing!?” Tom stammered.

“I’m getting all the glasses out of your room mister,” she replied. “Honestly, you’d think they find their own way to the dishwasher.”

With a smile, she was off, walking down the stairs in her sashaying walk with a hint of pregnant waddle that drove him crazy.

Tom dashed to his room and looked for the panties. They were still there, thank God! While they were not quite under the bed, they were nearly under it. They weren’t that visible, he told himself. In fact, she probably hadn’t noticed them at all. Or else she would have said something, wouldn’t she?

All through dinner, his mother was acting completely normally. She was talking about her day, bitching about his step-dad’s new girlfriend. She must not have noticed the panties, he thought with some relief. Although at one point the did look up from his dinner and catch her looking at him, her head slightly tilted to the side and a look on her face. But that must have been nothing. She wouldn’t have let him get away with it if she had known.

After dinner, with his little sister in bed, his mother followed her usual routine and went upstairs to her room for half an hour. Tom had no idea what she did up there, but she always came down looking relaxed and almost fulfilled.

This time, however, after five minutes she heard stomping up and down the landing.

“Tom!” she yelled.

“Err, what Mom?” he replied, fearing that somehow, he was in trouble over the panties.

“Do you know where your step-father kept the fuses? I can’t find one anywhere.”

“I’ve no idea. I’ll have a look. What is it for anyway?”

“My breast pumps. Now that your sister only likes to bottle feed I have to get rid of my milk. And my pump is broken, so will you please help me look!” she yelled, with a hint of irritation in her voice.

“Ok” Tom replied.

They spent the next half an hour turning the house upside down, but the best they could find was an empty packet.

“I always knew he was a useless bastard” she moaned, frustration etched all over her face. “Oh well, I’ll just have to hold on until morning and get some from the store.”

That night, Tom woke at around three in the morning. Stumbling out of bed, he tiptoed to the bathroom to take a piss. As he passed his mother’s bedroom, the door was open and he could hear what sounded like sobbing, tinged with groaning.

“Mom? Are you ok?” he called.

“Yes!” she snapped, “go back to bed”

Tom went for a piss and went back to bed. But he couldn’t sleep with wondering about what had upset his mother. After about twenty minutes, he had made up his mind to go and check on her when he heard an almost imperceptible tap at his door. He held his breath and listened.

“Tom? Are you awake? I need help?”

He sprang out of bed and opened his door, his eyes completely unprepared for the sight before him. His mother stood framed in his doorway, her chest heaving and her face flushed. Her hair was wild and unkempt, and her lips were pouted in frustration. She was wearing red maternity pajamas, strained around the middle of her rounded belly. Unable to help himself, Tom stole a quick glance down at her heaving breasts and was amazed at what he saw. There were two dark wet patches on each breast, with the outline of a plump nipple beneath each one. Following the line of his gaze.

“I’m so sorry Tom, I don’t know what to do. I’ve just realized that tomorrow is Sunday, the stores won’t be open, and I’m in so much pain, I just don’t know if I can…”

And with that she flung her arms around his shoulders and began to sob into his shoulder. Tom stood rooted to the spot. At first all he was aware of was the heat of her breasts pressing against his chest, intermingled with the cold of the wet patches on the front of each one. As if in autopilot, he put his arms around her and pulled her towards him, holding her tight against him.

she continued to sob gently, Tom suddenly became aware that his cock was stirring. Just before it pressed into her, he broke away from her.

“What can I do Mom? Can I help in any way?”

“There’s nothing that you can do Tom. My machine is broken, but I need to get this milk out. There’s so much in there, I’m so tender and swollen. Your sister won’t take it anymore, I just don’t know what I can do.”

The thought must have entered both of their heads at the same time. Tom wanted it, but he couldn’t say it. Could he? Their eyes met. She looked deep into his eyes.

“Tom…. Could you help me?”

Tom stood rooted to the spot. His mind was screaming yes, I’ll help you, I’ll bury my face in those spectacular mounds and drink them dry. All he could manage, however, was a weak nod.

His mother turned and walked back to her bedroom with Tom following as if in a trance. Neither of them spoked as if words would somehow bring reality crashing back.

She lay down on the bed and motioned for Tom to lie down next to her. She looked away, as if she was ashamed to look him in the eye, ashamed at what they both knew was about to happen. She slowly unbuttoned the pajama top and let one side fall away. Her right breast was exposed, looking pale and succulent in the moonlight that streamed in between the curtains. As Tom looked closer, he could see the nipple was taught, almost straining, with a small drop of white milk dangling from the end.

Tom wanted to touch it, he wanted to suck it, but he couldn’t move. After what seemed like a lifetime, his mother brought her eyes up to meet his. As she looked deep into his eyes, she reached up and guided his head down towards her breast. At the last moment he opened his lips and took her nipple into his mouth.

He held it there for a second, savoring how hard and engorged it was. The feeling of her hot breast pressing into his face was unbelievable. Then he began to suck. A barely audible sigh of pleasure escaped his mother’s lips. she settled back into the pillows to seek relief from her torment.

Tom sucked and sucked, feeling the warm jets of milk spray into his mouth. It tasted sweeter than he thought it would, quite nice even. But what he was really enjoying was being able to suck his mother’s tit, doing something which he had only ever dreamed of and had never imagined he would ever actually be doing.

His cock was harder than it had ever been before, straining at the flimsy shorts that he slept in. All he wanted to do was pounce on her, to stuff it in her mouth, between her tits, anywhere in that hot pregnant body.

After a while he began to grow bolder. He could hear his mother’s breathing, quick and shallow. He carried on sucking but gently brushed his tongue against the end of the nipple. He immediately felt his mother’s body tense up. The nipple swelled further in his mouth, and he heard a sharp intake of breath. But she said nothing.

Spurred on by this, a minute or so later he licked it again, swirling his tongue around the swollen teat. His mother tensed again, but still she did nothing. So, he licked it more, sucking it and twirling it around his tongue, letting his tongue run all around the puckered flesh of her areola.

All of a sudden, she pulled his head away from her. Fearing he had crossed a line, Tom was unable to meet her gaze.

“I need you to do the other one now honey” she said, her voice seeming somewhat deeper and huskier than normal.

Tom grinned and moved closer on the bed. Where previously he had lying next to her, their position on the bed meant that he had to crouch in between her legs to access her left breast. he did so, his mother removed her pajama top.

“Well, you’ve seen them both anyway, I might as well be comfortable!” she giggled.

Tom took in the sight before him. His mother lying topless in her red satin pajama bottoms, her beautiful rounded belly poking out over the top and her massive breasts rising up and down with each breath, the swollen brown nipples standing proudly to attention. He lowered his lips to the other breast and began to suck. Soon he was licking, sucking and doing his utmost to pleasure his mother, to fulfil his fantasies.

Her breathing had become faster, and where she had seemed so relaxed before, her body was tensed, her back arched. All of a sudden Tom smelt something familiar. He realized that it was the smell of his mother’s panties. He could smell her pussy, this was turning her on! The thought sent a quiver of electricity down his body and his cock felt as if it would explode. He began to lick and suck faster, even beginning to brush his teeth against the nipple. The faster he licked and sucked, the quicker she breathed and the stronger the sweet musky odor became. It felt as if the air was thick with it, was thick with the combined sum of their lust.

Without even realizing what he was doing, Tom shifted his position slightly, so that his thigh was in between her legs, and pressed up against her pussy. He thought of the image of her pussy bent over in the shower, those puffy swollen lips - now they were pressed against him, separated only by a thin layer of satin.

A few minutes passed this way, neither of them moving, Tom carrying on sucking. Then Tom realized that he was moving, ever so slightly. He was rubbing his thigh against his mother’s pussy, and what was more, he could feel her hips gently grinding against him. He went a bit faster, and so did she. Emboldened by this, Tom reached up and cupped her other breast, giving it a gentle squeeze. As his fingers found the nipple and pinched it, a low moan escaped her lips. She arched her back, pressed into him harder than before, and slumped back into the pillows.

He had made her cum! This was turning her on just as much as him! The thought of this was so horny, so overwhelming that Tom lost all control. Before he realized what was going on, his cock began to jerk and spasm. The best orgasm of his life ripped through his body, shooting out of his cock. Eyes still closed, he felt her tense up from him, her hands moving his head from her breast. Opening his eyes, he looked down at his cock. At some point it must have escaped his shorts and it was sticking out in front of him, more engorged than ever before, firing jets of hot spunk straight out in front of him. Onto her.

They both froze as wave after wave of spunk flew from his cock and landed on her swollen belly. One spurt made it as far as her breast, sliding slowly and seductively down its shapely form.

It was as if a spell had broken.

“I’m sorry Tom, this wasn’t a good idea” she mumbled, grabbing her pajama top and covering herself. “I knew that you had thoughts about me, I saw you watching me in the bathroom the other day. I know you took my panties and used them.”

Tom said nothing, feeling the shame burning in his face.

“It’s OK honey,” she soothed, “it’s not your fault. It’s natural to find any women attractive at your age, even your mother. I must admit, I do find it kind of flattering. But it’s naughty, so tomorrow I’ll try and take care of these myself and then Monday I’ll go to the store and get my pump fixed.”

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