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Beth's Mom
by Chunks (chunkystories@yahoo.com)

***

Girlfriend's away at college. Boyfriend's living with 
girlfriend's hot, liberal mother. The usual good things 
ensue. (F/M-teen, mast)

***

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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