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_____________________________ Story ___________________

The following story is not mine, but is posted for a friend and new writer,
Dakota Dave. In his own words: "This is my first attempt at writing and
posting. It starts a little slowly (with some buildup) but I hope you will
find it worth it :-) Comments, suggestions and future story ideas, including
additions to this one, are welcome."

Your comments and/or reviews may be sent in care of this email address until
DD gets a secure email box of his own. It's a pleasure - and kind o' fun -
to introduce a new writer to our little community.

Enjoy,
Tom
___________________________
				
MY PORNO-LOVING MOTHER
by Dakota Dave

Chapter 1

I just finished up my freshman year at a large university two thousand miles
away from my home in Southern California. I hadn't been home since Christmas
break, and hadn't seen my mom since  Dad left her in January. He ran off
with his blonde, 24 year old office assistant after almost 20 years with
Mom. He said he was tired of the same old thing and being married to a
"dumpy housewife"; he blamed the whole thing on a bad case of "mid-life
crisis." Personally, I think all that's B.S. - Mom is only 41, and though
she has put on a few pounds over the years, she's a real sweet lady and very
pretty and perky in that 1950-ish TV-mom-sort-of-a-way. In any case, he's
been gone ever since.	
        
And now I was going home for the summer, worried about how she was doing.
She sounded OK on the phone, but you know how mothers can cover up things
like that. I was sure I would have to make an effort to keep her out of the
dumps.
        
I got off the plane and looked for her familiar face in the crowd. At first
I didn't spot her, but then I heard her call my name and I turned to see her
waving from across the concourse. At least, I THOUGHT it was her ! Was this
the same "dumpy housewife"  Dad had left ? I wouldn't have recognized her if
I hadn't been looking for her ....
        
"Mom ? Is that YOU ?" I stuttered.
       
 "Hi, honey !" she chuckled. "You like ?"
        
he creature who was waiting for me with open arms bore little resemblance to
the lady I had last seen at Christmas break. Gone were the matronly pounds
and the wisps of grey in her hair. She wasn't even wearing the glasses which
she had to resort to a few years ago. Instead, I saw a knockout woman with
glossy black hair framing a smiling face with just the right amount of
makeup and sparkling green eyes, wearing a knee-length bright yellow sun
dress. The dress was cut low enough in the front to give a hint of a full
bustline that, along with the rest of her, was tanned and smooth. Her legs
were more like those of a college cheerleader, strong and lean, and around
one ankle was a glittering gold anklet.
        
"Mom ?" I asked again, rather stupidly, I thought.
       
 "Welcome, home, Dan !" she laughed, giving me a tight hug.
I felt her full breasts against my belly as we hugged (I'm 6' 2" and Mom is
only about 5' 3"), and in spite of the fact she was my mother, I rather
enjoyed the feeling ! With my arms around her, I could tell she was toned
and tight, nothing like the lady I had known all my life.
       
 "What have you done to yourself ?" I asked in amazement as we pulled back
for a moment. "You look fantastic !"

"Well, son, when your father dumped me for that bimbo at his office, I
started thinking about the things he said, and I decided that maybe he was
right. Maybe I HAD gotten a bit dowdy, so rather than sit around and feel
sorry for myself, I joined the gym, took care of the gray in my hair, and
got some nice tinted contacts. What do you think ?" she asked, as she did a
little pirouette. I gaped as her skirt flew up and out, revealing a pair of
shapely, tanned thighs. (Several passing men in the airport concourse gawked
too, I noted.) Her silky black hair, which hung to the middle of her back,
flew up to reveal that her dress had a halter back, showing even more of
that smooth tanned flesh and I realized there was no way she could be
wearing a bra. (My mom, braless ! The thought amazed me...) When she turned
to face me again, I couldn't help but drop my eyes to her chest. Through the
thin fabric of the sun dress, I could plainly see the impressions of her
puckered nipples, and I thought I could see a hint of the darkness of her
aerolae, too.

"You look absolutely stunning, Mom," I answered truthfully. "Dad must be
eating his heart out !

"The hell with that son-of-a-bitch!" She spat. "It was his decision."

I was a little shocked -- never in my life had I heard my mother utter any
sort of profanity. Of course I had never seen her look or dress like this,
either.
After we got home from the airport, I decided to take a dip in our backyard
pool to cool off and rest up from the travel that day. Mom and I grabbed a
quick sandwich and then I went to change. I got outside in just a few
minutes and dove right into the cool water. I swam a few laps just to loosen
up a bit and then crawled out and flopped onto a chaise. Ahhhhhh... THIS was
the way to spend a summer vacation !
"Can I get you anything to drink, honey?" I opened my eyes and saw Mom
standing in the doorway, wearing a black one-piece suit.

"No thanks, Mom" I called. "You coming out too?"

"Sure - I want to visit with you if you don't mind, Dan. It's been such a
long time since we've had a chance to get caught up on everything" she said,
as she sat down on the chaise next to mine.
I noticed that she was tugging at the swimsuit, trying to pull it down
around her hips a little more. It was cut rather high on her hips, but all
the flesh it exposed was tanned and smooth. I also noticed that the suit was
cut pretty low in front, as was fashionable, low enough that I could see the
tanned curves between her breasts -- and what looked to be a thin horizontal
strip of white from a tan line. She caught me looking and sorta blushed as
she struggled with the suit.

"This is the first time I've worn this suit and it doesn't fit quite the way
I expected" she said, as she continued to fidget.

"I noticed that you had a, er, a rather unusual tan line there, Mom." I
blushed myself as she dropped her gaze between her breasts, her own face
turning darker as she realized what I was talking about.

"I'm sorry, Dan. I've been wearing a two piece suit out here, but I didn't
think it would be a good idea for me to wear it with you home, so I tried
this one." She gave up struggling and sat there blushing.	

"Mom, if you want to change into the bikini, it would be OK with me. I'm
your son, remember? I've seen you in those before." I couldn't figure out
why she was so nervous about a damn bathing suit.

"Are you sure? I really don't like the way this one feels and I'm pretty
used to the two piece, plus this one doesn't let me get any sun on my
midriff" she said.

"MOM ! For crying out loud, go change !" I laughed.

She laughed too, and went back into the house. I stood up and dove back into
the pool, swimming more laps and thinking about how weird mothers were
sometimes....

As I was lazily backstroking across the pool, Mom came back out in her "two
piece" suit, as she so quaintly put it. When I saw her, I gasped and damn
near drowned. Her "two piece" was an electric blue bikini that contrasted
wonderfully with her golden tan. The top was cut low and wide, but was
engineered with the latest in pushup technology and revealed more cleavage
than I had ever seen outside of the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue. The
shoulder straps were straining to hold those rounded globes and her flesh
jiggled slightly with every step. The bikini bottom wasn't exactly a string
design, but there certainly wasn't an EXCESS of fabric there, either! It
looked a lot like the "Rio" or "Brazilian" types of bottoms I had seen in
the "Venus" swimsuit catalog. It was cut up high on her hips and the
inch-wide side pieces swooped down low over her belly to a point well below
her navel. The panel covering her crotch looked awfully narrow, and I
wondered if she had to trim her pubic hair.... then I snapped back to
reality. This was my MOTHER I was having these thoughts about. Still, you
couldn't deny she was sexy as hell, regardless of who she was, or how old
she was. My mother was a walking wet-dream!

"Dan, are you sure this suit is OK ?" she called to me, somewhat nervously,
I thought.

"It's GREAT, Mom ! You're a knockout !" I replied honestly.

She blushed and retreated to the chaise while I went back to my laps for a
while. I couldn't quite get over the change in her, and I also couldn't help
but feel just a little odd about my mom being such a sexy babe. Finally, I
crawled out of the pool and joined her on the other chaise. She had her
sunglasses on, and I thought she had her eyes shut, so I took a closer look.
My god, she was stunning! Almost all of her tanned flesh was on display and
while she was no 20 year old hardbody, she had obviously worked long and
hard at the gym, and with her diet, too. Her flesh wasn't muscular, but it
was toned and taut in all the right places. Her tanned skin wasn't the
baby-smooth skin of the girls at school, but glowed with a ripe maturity I
found.... erotic. Her belly was ALMOST flat, with just a hint of rounding to
it. Her legs were lean, though, I bet she used the Stairmaster a bunch. But
her breasts! God, they were spectacular. 
As she lay on her back, they separated slightly but still rose high over the
plane of her stomach. They even bulged over a little from the tops and sides
of the cups. As I thought back, I guess her breasts had always been somewhat
large, but she always had worn loose blouses or nicely tailored suits and I
never really had noticed. I could see a hint of her nipples as
thumbnail-sized bumps in the center of the cups. 
As I continued to stare, a bead of sweat rolled down her neck and into her
cleavage.

"Whew, it's HOT out here" she said as she rose and walked to the edge of the
pool. I noticed that the back of the suit covered a nice tight rear end. Her
hips were a little wider than girls my age, which gave her more of a classic
hourglass figure. I felt the stirrings of an erection as she cut the water
with a clean dive and swam a few laps.

When she climbed up out of the pool, her breasts pushed together in a deep
line as her arms grasped the ladder. She tugged her bikini bottom back down
in place and walked back to the lounge chairs. The water glistened on her
skin and that damn suit clung like it was painted on. Her thick black hair
was slicked back to her head, but several strands hung down over her left
shoulder, trailing a stream of water down over her breast. Her nipples were
hard as pencil erasers from the cool water, and were prominent under the top.

"Are you ready for dinner?" she asked, smiling down at me.

"Uh, yeah, sure" I croaked. It was becoming more and more difficult not to
stare at her. I also felt my dick pulse and start to thicken. Dammit! My own
mother was starting to give me a hardon !

"You go in and shower, and I'll call you when dinner is ready" she said. 

Was it my imagination, or did I really see her glance down at the crotch of
my suit ? Her eyes twinkled, and I noticed just a hint of a grin as I
struggled to my feet and tried to cover the bulge in my suit as I scooted in
the back door. Once in the shower, I berated myself for my lack of self
control. But she was such a good looking woman! As I thought about the way
her wet black hair had laid across her collar-bone and her eyes had looked
at my half-hard cock, I felt myself start to get hard again. What the hell,
I thought, and gave up. I grabbed my dick and pumped it with soapy hands,
thinking about my mom's incredible body: those legs, that firm tight ass,
and those big soft breasts. With a groan, I blew my load all over the tiled
shower wall.

--------- End of Part 1 of 4

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