Boyfriend’s living with girlfriend’s hot, liberal mother

I woke up slowly, stretching tentatively, feeling the
aches and pains that came from the first week of hard
work as a roustabout in the oilfields in and around
Brea. I staggered out of bed, winced at the effort of
pulling on my boxers, then tottered across the room
feeling wooden, as if I had no joints. I opened the
bedroom door and limped into the hall towards the
bathroom.

“Good morning, Brad,” said Mrs. Arnold from the
breakfast nook.

“Unnh. Morning,” I said. I looked towards her, but the
blazing sun coming through the sliding glass doors
behind her made me squint. I gave a little wave and
kept walking towards the bathroom.

“Would you like some breakfast? How about some
scrambled eggs with onions and cheese?”

“Sure, thanks,” I said. I stuck out an arm to prop
myself up against the wall of the hallway.

“What’s wrong, Brad?” she said. I held my hand over my
eyes to block out the sun. My pupils were adjusting to
the light, and I could see her face now, looking at me
over the top of her morning newspaper. Looking
concerned.

“Nothing,” I said. “I’m okay. Just really sore. Tough
week at work is all.”

“Oh, dear. Is there anything I can do?” She stood up.
“Why don’t you come in here and I’ll find you some
Advil.”

“In a minute, Mrs. Arnold, thanks. I just need to
pee… sorry, use the bathroom first.”

She chuckled. “All right,” she said, I’ll find that
Advil while you’re… in there.”

When I was done, I tottered into the kitchen. Mrs.
Arnold held out three Advil caplets and a glass of
water. I took the pills, washed them down, and handed
the glass back to her. “Thanks,” I said.

She was looking at me kind of funny, and I suddenly
realized that I had walked out there in my underwear. I
looked down at myself; luckily, nothing was hanging
out.

“Sorry,” I said. “I’m kind of casual this morning, I
guess. I’m afraid that I’m used to either being alone
or around my family in the morning.”

She chuckled again. “Nonsense. I want you to think of
me as family. I almost am. I’ll be your mother-in-law
someday when you and Beth are married.” She looked me
up and down. “Boxer shorts are very appropriate wear
for a Saturday morning,” she said. “I wasn’t looking at
those. I was just thinking that you’re becoming quite
the muscular young man. Beth may not recognize you when
she comes home.”

It was true. While I’d never been a wimp, I’d also
never packed on the kind of muscle and tone that I now
had after only a few months of working in the
oilfields. As a roustabout I got all the grunt jobs,
from hoeing weeds in the hot sun to carrying large
pieces of metal compressors. The little layer of fat I
used to carry was long gone; in its place were muscles
I hadn’t had before.

My girlfriend Beth was away at college in New York. I’d
missed this semester of college because I’d run out of
money. In December I had moved back to California
temporarily to earn enough to supplement my
scholarship.

When I’d started school in New York last fall Dad had
retired from his job in the oilfields and he and Mom
had moved to Idaho, so when I came back I’d had to rent
an apartment near Brea. When Beth’s mom found out, she
insisted that I move in with her to save money. So here
I was, sleeping in her guest room.

Mrs. Arnold was thirty-five years old, but looked a lot
younger. Mr. Arnold had been a pretty successful lawyer
who’d died in a plane crash while on company business.
Beth told me that between his earnings and the life
insurance and accidental death payout, her mom was
pretty well off and didn’t have to work. Mrs. Arnold
spent a lot of time at the gym and in the beauty
parlor, and she looked very good. More like an older
sister than a mother.

“I’m going to the gym,” said Mrs. Arnold. “I can get
you in if you want. You look as though you could do
with a little warm-up and stretching.”

“No thanks, Mrs. Arnold,” I said. “I’m going to do a
few laps in the pool and get some sun; that should wake
me up. If that’s OK.”

“Of course, Dear,” she said.

After she left I grabbed a beach towel and went out to
the pool. Still in my boxers, I dived into the deep
end. The cool water woke me up and I started doing the
Aussie crawl up and down the length of the pool. I
began to feel the blood flowing through my arms and
legs, and the painfully tight muscles started to warm
up and loosen.

When it felt like enough I climbed out of the pool and
dried myself off. The sun felt good on my body. I
looked around: the backyard was private; as far as I
could tell no neighbors could see in. I stepped out of
my boxer shorts, dried my crotch, put the towel down on
a lounge chair, and lay down to soak up a little sun. I
fell asleep thinking about Beth.

I awoke again to the scent of coconuts and the feeling
of hands moving up, down, and across my back. It felt
good. “Ummm. Beth?” I said.

“Nope, just me. Good morning again, Brad,” said Mrs.
Arnold. I looked over my shoulder. She was sitting on
the edge of the lounge chair, wearing black gym shorts
and a black sports bra. Man, did she look good. An open
bottle of suntan lotion was trapped between her knees.
“You’re getting a little pink, Dear,” she said. She
squirted more lotion onto her hands. It wasn’t until I
felt them caressing my ass that I realized I had fallen
asleep in the nude.

I was panicky. “Oh, man, I’m really sorry Mrs. Arnold!
It seemed secluded, and you were gone; I took off my
boxers after I swam, and the sun felt so good, and I
guess I fell asleep.”

“Don’t worry about it, Dear,” she said. “I’ll survive.”
Her hands moved down onto my thighs. “You don’t have
anything that I haven’t already seen,” she said. She
squirted lotion onto my legs, then began a slow,
rhythmic massage up and down both of my legs. I felt
her palms and fingers pressing into my calves, up over
my thighs and butt, back around and down my outer legs,
over my feet, and up my inner legs and thighs. Against
my will, I could feel myself beginning to get hard.
Thankfully, she moved back up onto my back.

“You have a beautiful body, Brad,” she said, “but it’s
awfully tight right now.” Her hands continued to work
all over my backside. “Robert used to love my massages.
I got pretty good at it. What do you think?”

“Uh… well, it feels wonderful Mrs. Arnold, but…”

“Please, Bradley, call me ‘Liz.’ Or ‘Mom,’ if you’re
comfortable with that.” She started concentrating on my
legs again. She spread my legs apart and worked the
insides of my thighs, up and down with little
petrissage movements. As her hands moved up my inner
thigh, I felt her fingers brush against my scrotum. Oh
my God, she could see my balls!

“Mrs. Arnold, uh… Liz, maybe I should get dressed.”

“Nonsense,” she said. “I can’t give you a proper
massage if you’re dressed. And you do need this
massage.” She moved up to my back again. “Can’t you
feel these lumpy muscles? Here, can you feel this?”

She pushed a thumb into my middle back, and I groaned
in pain.

“There, see? Just let Mom do her thing.”

So I lay there surrounded by the smell of coconut while
she worked on me. Groaning once in a while when she
encountered a particularly knotty muscle group. After a
while, I had to admit that I was feeling an awful lot
better. I was totally relaxed ‘ except for my raging
hard-on.

I willed it to go down, but to no avail. The thought of
being on naked display to Beth’s beautiful mother, with
her hands all over me, was exciting. And every once in
awhile she would work on my ass and my inner thighs,
her hands freely brushing against my balls. How was I
supposed to get my dick to calm down with all that
going on?

“Okay, Dear. Turn over,” she said.

What?? No way! “Umm… Mrs. Arnold…”

“Who?” she said.

“Uh… Mom. Thanks, that felt really great. And now I
won’t burn. But I don’t think I should turn over.”

“Why not?” she said. “You certainly don’t just need a
massage on one side. I’m guessing that you need just as
much work on the front. Let’s see.” She slid one hand
under my chest and pressed a thumb into my pectoralis
muscle.

“Oww!” I yelped in pain.

“There, see? Now turn over, Brad, and we’ll take care
of that problem.”

I had another problem that she didn’t know about. “I
can’t,” I said.

She patted my naked butt cheek. “I told you, Dear, you
don’t have anything that I haven’t seen before. I’m a
pretty liberal lady, and I’ve been around a few naked
men. You’re my daughter’s boyfriend, and I’m only
concerned with your well-being. Now just you roll over
and I’ll take care of you.”

She sat there waiting. I didn’t know what to do. I was
embarrassed to have her see me, and embarrassed to tell
her that I had a hard-on. But in the end, I was more
embarrassed to be a wimp in front of an obviously
worldlier woman. I turned over onto my back, hoping
that somehow she wouldn’t notice my condition.

“There now!” she said. “That wasn’t so difficult, was
it? Let’s just get some oil on your chest, and we’ll
take care of all those tight little…” Her words
trailed off. I looked up at her and saw that she was
staring at my cock, so hard and so close to her. Her
mouth was open in a little ‘o’ of shock. My thick seven
inch rod was at full attention, bouncing a little to
the rhythm of my heartbeat.

“Well. Um. Brad,” was all she could say.

“Oh God! I’m so sorry Mrs… Mom!” In this situation,
‘Mom’ sounded totally inappropriate. “Liz. I’m sorry,
it’s just that…”

“No, no, not at all. I had no idea you had… an
erection… but it’s perfectly all right. Natural and
healthy, in fact. I should have expected it. After all,
you’re a horny… I mean healthy young man, and right
now you can’t get laid… I mean, no outlet… Natural,
is what I mean to say. Don’t give it a thought.” She
squirted some oil onto the palm of one trembling hand,
rubbed her palms together, and started working on my
chest.

It felt good, but she was still staring at my dick and
obviously we were both uncomfortable with the
situation. I reached up and held her wrists. “Liz, I’m
really sorry. You’re shaking a little. We should stop.”

She looked into my eyes. “Nonsense, Brad. I’m you’re
mother-in-law to be, and there’s nothing inappropriate
about this. I was just a little surprised, is all.” She
started rubbing my chest and doing little thumb-digging
moves on my pecs. “There… doesn’t that feel good?”

“Yeah, Liz, it feels great, actually.”

“See?” She worked my chest and the sides of my torso,
then moved to my abs. I watched her working, and I
swear that her eyes were locked on my penis, to the
point where she lost track of what her hands were
doing: as she swept across my abdomen in a clockwise
motion, both hands began making contact with my hard-
on.

Her touch was electric, and my legs jerked a little.
“Unhh. Unhh. Oh, God.” I said.

Her hands stopped moving. “Oh, Brad, I’m so sorry.” We
both looked down and saw that one hand was directly
under the head of my penis; as we watched, a drop of
pre-cum dropped onto her fingers.

She sat back and sighed. “Dear, I set out to relax you,
but I’m afraid I’ve made things worse.” She squirted
more oil onto her hand. “I’ll make amends though.” And
with that, she wrapped her oil coated hand around my
shaft and began to jerk me off.

“Oh God,” I groaned. It felt wonderful! I watched as my
girlfriend’s mother jacked her hand up and down my rock
hard dick. On the upstroke her hand went all the way up
and over the sensitive head of my penis. She sure knew
what she was doing. I didn’t know how long I would
last.

“My Robert always said I was pretty good at this kind
of massage, too. Just relax, Brad, and Mom will make
you feel better.” Her breathing was getting a little
ragged. Mine, too.

Her other hand ran up and down my leg, then moved back
up to fondle my ball sack as she continued to
masturbate me. “You have such a beautiful body, Brad.
Beth is a lucky girl.” She moved her free hand moved
down under my ass. I felt her finger penetrate my anus!
“Let’s see if I can remember…” She moved her finger
deeper and wiggled it around as she continued to whack
me off. Suddenly she hit a spot that sent an electric
charge through my body.

“Unnnh! Oh, God, oh…” My entire body was tensing as
she pressed against what I would later learn was my
prostate. “Jesus. That. Feels. So. Good! I’m gonna cum,
Mom! I’M GONNA CUM!! OH, GOD!!”

When she heard me call her ‘Mom,’ her hand squeezed
tighter and started literally flying up and down my
granite cock shaft. “Yes! Yesss!! Cum for Mommy,
Dear!!”

I started bucking uncontrollably and I yelled as the
first jets of jism shot out and hit Liz in the face and
hair. She pulled back but kept jacking me off, and I
continued to squirt white ropes of cum juice, more than
I could remember ever producing before. The rest of my
load landed on my chest, my stomach, and her hand.

As I came down off my orgasm, Liz switched to gentle
milking motions, and eventually just held my softening
cock in her hand until my breathing steadied and I
opened my eyes again. She was smiling at me.

“Better?” she said.

“Oh God, Liz. That was… incredibly great. But you’re
my girlfriend’s mother. This can’t be right.”

She smiled. “Well, let’s see. You obviously needed
that, so it’s right in that sense. As for anything
else… just think of it as my way of helping you stay
faithful to my little girl. Okay?”

I looked back at her. Liz’s had was still wrapped
around my dick. I had a beautiful afterglow from my
orgasm.

“Okay,” I said.

She let go of me and stood up. As I watched, she pulled
her sports bra over her head, releasing the most
magnificent set of tits I’d ever seen. “Meanwhile,” she
said as she pushed her gym shorts down her legs, “I
think I’ll take a quick dip in the pool and then join
you for a little sun. All right?” She kicked her shorts
away, revealing a tight, trim, tanned body that men
would die for.

“You bet… Mom.”

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