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Regina was a proud mother of one smart and strong son, Troy, a caring husband, Jack, and two wonderful Great Danes, Max & Duke. Her husband made enough that she got to be a stay-at-home wife, something she was perfectly fine with. She was a family woman, nothing made her happier than having everyone sit around the dinner table eating one of her home-cooked meals.
She was always most proud of Troy. He was a star athlete, got at least B's in all of his classes, and was always a polite, young man. He never hesitated to help her around the house, showered her in hugs and kisses, and helped her handle their high-energy dogs.
As she was 5'5" and 120 lbs, with most of that weight probably centered on her large breasts and ass, she needed that help. She could see the looks Troy's friends gave her, knew they called her a MILF, and if she was honest, she kind of liked the attention. It made her feel pretty as she was 42-years-old now and starting to worry about her age.
This weekend, Jack was out of town for a business meeting. Regina missed him, she loved him dearly and they were still intimate most days of the week, even after nearly 20 years together. She was currently busy cooking dinner for her son and herself, knowing how hungry he got after practice.
The house was always quiet and a little bit lonely if he wasn’t there—Troy filled it up with his charisma and attitude. He was popular, the quarterback, and really everything a parent could ask for. His future was so bright, it was practically paved with gold.
Troy burst into the house from the attached three-car garage, still in his football uniform. He was 6’1” and had closely cropped dark hair—so it stayed out of eyes when he played football. He was the quarterback and couldn’t afford to miss a throw because he couldn’t see.
“Hey, Mom!” he called out as he saw her, cornering her by the kitchen island and playfully forcing her into a hug—he knew she hated it when he hugged her all gross and sweaty from practice. Of course, that meant he did it as much as he could. He kissed her cheek and then oddly kissed her neck, inhaling deeply. “It smells good Mom—what are we having for dinner? I’m starving.”
Regina giggled, "Troy! Cut it out, you're all sweaty!" She tried to push him off, but he dwarfed her and she couldn’t even budge him an inch. She finally sighed, rolling her eyes and letting him hug her. "Ugh, well, I picked up some tri-tip for us, and I've got the vegetables grilling right now, so unless you want burnt veggies I suggest you let go."
Part of her liked his affection, even though it was a little inappropriate at times. She had been worried that as he grew older he would become more distant like many kids tended to do, as he had always been an affectionate kid, but he never grew out of it. He may be a big football star, but he would always be her little boy.
Troy groaned, his mouth watering now that he knows they’re gonna have steak. He ignored her ‘protests’, relying on her adoring him too much to really be put out by him getting his sweat all over her. When she finally gave up struggling he laughed and kissed her neck again, an area he knew was ticklish.
“Mmmm Mama...You’ve outdone yourself,” he said as he finally let her go. “I’m going to take a quick shower, then I’ll be back down for our ‘date.’ You’re going to spend all night with me, right? Maybe we can watch a movie or something together?”
Regina ruefully shook her head. Troy could be such a goof sometimes. "I'm not spending more than ten seconds with you until you wash. After that, we can talk." She headed back to cooking, making sure that tonight's dinner would be perfect. She wanted to reward Troy for always doing so well. And she thought cooking for him was the best way to do that.
Troy hurried up to scrub himself clean and threw on sweatpants with a white wife-beater shirt. He liked to be comfortable at home and show off his muscles. He snuck up behind his mom while she was at the stovetop, slipping his arms around her middle and hugging her to him. Troy kissed the back of her neck almost like a lover. He was being awfully tactile today, but it was not completely out of the realm of normal.
“How was your day today?” he asked, hooking his chin over her shoulder and continuing to hug her body close to his.
She laughed and tilted her neck to try and protect herself from his ticklish kisses, "My day was fine, though you keep this up and it's gonna be ruined because I'm gonna burn myself. I'm glad you are happy to see me, but please, not when I'm cooking honey." She wasn't actually mad at him, more playfully chiding him, but there was some sincerity to her words.
Troy rolled his eyes exaggeratedly before giving a big put upon sigh and set the table for them. He made sure to get her a nice big glass of wine—maybe it was a little more generous of a pour than she usually drank for supper, but so what? Then he sat on a stool on the other side of the island to watch her as she finished up. His mom had a tight body. She looked really hot in her outfit and he decided to tell her so. “You’re looking really nice today, Mom. Have you been doing more Yoga?” Her breasts looked especially perky and her stomach looked delicious. Not to mention her ass. That ass.
Regina blushed and smiled at the compliment. It wasn't weird for her, Troy has always said she looked pretty ever since he was a child. She did a little twirl on the spot, beaming, "Why yes I have! Thank you for noticing. I've been doing more yoga in my spare time since it's supposed to be so good for you, so I'm glad you can see the results."
She turned back to the food, preparing their plates and finishing up. "Okay honey, dinner is served!" Dinner is the tri-tip steak, grilled vegetables, and mashed potatoes, a classic American family dinner. "Thank you for setting the table for us, I really appreciate it."
Troy took his father’s place at the head of the table. Before digging in, Troy half stood from his chair and kissed his mom on the cheek, like his father always did before they ate. Then he dished up her plate and his. “I’m so hungry, Mom, this is just what the doctor ordered.” His plate had three times as much food on it as hers did.
She snorted, a smile on her face, "I can see that honey. Maybe next time I should cook for three!" She had noticed he had taken his father's seat and kissed her like Jack always did, but she shrugged it off. Troy probably just picked up the habit from watching his father do the same thing almost every night.
Max and Duke sat nearby, tails wagging like crazy as they watched the food getting dished up. Regina rolled her eyes, "No, you already had treats. I'm not gonna be responsible for making you fat, lazy dogs." Max and Duke were currently in no danger of being called fat or lazy. They were huge but powerfully built, with seemingly endless energy. Troy had to walk them because Regina couldn't handle the pair.
“Do we know when the two bitches from Sundown Kennels are coming up to be bred?” Troy asked. He’d begged and begged for the dogs about four years ago and had started a stud dog enterprise to offset the cost of the expensive dogs. Max and Duke didn’t make them a ton of money, but they at least paid for themselves through their stud fees.
She frowned, "You know, it's the strangest thing. They rescheduled again! I don't know what is wrong with those bitches, but this is the third time. I feel bad for Max and Duke, they're probably so pent up by now." She'd been proud of her son for starting his own business and had supported him every step of the way. She'd learned far more about breeding dogs than she had ever thought she would in her life.
Troy watched as his mom drank her wine, “Do you want some more?” he asked as he stood up and got it for her, pouring her another full glass. When he walked back into the kitchen and put the bottle up, he grabbed one of his dad’s beers and cracked it open before sitting at the table. Sure...he wasn’t old enough, but he didn’t think his Mom would really mind.
As Troy poured her another glass, she made a hand motion for him to slow down, "Thank you, honey. But that will be my last glass. You know I'm a bit of a lightweight." This was evident by the light blush on her cheeks after just one full glass. His mom didn’t say anything as he grabbed a beer. She didn’t think it was a big deal. Troy’s not going out anywhere tonight, plus he's a good kid who works hard, he deserved a little relaxation.
Being treated like the man of the house is heady. Truth be told, Troy loved his mom and what a great homemaker she was. He respected her as a person, but part of him also liked the idea of a woman that knew her place like Regina did. Being deferred to—even if it was just her not questioning him drinking alcohol—felt good.
When they finished their food, he stood up and bodily picked up his mom, complete with her wine glass in hand. “I’d say you definitely are a lightweight, Mom.” Picking her up was like picking up a cup of coffee—it didn’t challenge his muscles at all. He carried Regina bridal style over to their couch and gently set her down in her favorite corner of it. His arms were still around her and his pupils were dilated with something anyone that wasn’t related to him would recognize as lust.
Regina just laughed at him, doing her best to not spill her drink. "Troy, what are you doing you goof? Put me down this instant young man. You are going to make me spill my wine!" It always seemed crazy to her just how strong Troy was. He even dwarfed his father in size and strength. Seeing him running on the field, outplaying everyone, made her heart swell with pride every time.
When Troy finally set her down, she couldn't believe she managed to save her drink. She quickly downed it to make sure it was no longer an issue, in case Troy decided to pick her up again. As she swallowed the last of the wine, she turned to Troy. "Alright, we're on the couch. What would you like to watch?"
“Actually, Mom,” Troy said as he pulled back, putting his hand up to rub the back of his neck, “I think I pulled a muscle in my neck at practice...would you be able to rub it for me? You always seem to know how to make me unwind.” Without waiting for her response because he knew she would say yes, Troy pulled off his shirt, leaving her eye level with his happy trail.
Regina thought nothing of it, motherly concerns occupying her mind. "Are you okay honey? Let me try and work that out for you." She tried to turn him around, worried that her son had hurt himself at practice.
“Here...I think it’s better if I lay down. You should climb on top of me—that’s what the team massage therapist does, she says it’s important to get equal pressure. Will you tell me a story about what you were like before you met Dad to keep my mind off of it?”
That made perfect sense to her and Regina complied, placing her smaller, tight body on top of her son's strong back. She begun massaging his neck, thinking back to the time before she had met Jack.
"Jeez, who I was before I met your father. That was nearly 20 years ago, I guess I was just a standard college girl at the time. I didn't have much direction in life, I was just taking classes to feel like I was moving forward, but I didn't have a real focus. I was also invited to a lot of parties, and ended up attending most of them. I guess you could say I was a bit of a party animal in my younger years." She giggled, still massaging his muscles. "I bet that's a bit of a surprise that your homely mother used to go to a bunch of crazy parties."
Troy let her rub his back down for a little while, getting harder in his sweats the whole time. After his neck muscle was worked out, Troy turned and lifted his mom up just barely so he could twist his torso while still under her. So now instead of straddling him and almost sitting on his butt, now Regina was straddling him and his erection was right behind her ass, but not touching her—yet. The position is extremely suggestive. “You aren’t homely, Mom. You’re the sexiest woman I know.” To distract her from what he said, he asks, “Can you rub my pecs? They’re tight.”
Regina lightly socked him on his shoulder, but smiled down at him all the same, "You're not supposed to call your mom sexy, you goof. But thank you, I appreciate the compliment." She started rubbing his chest muscles, thinking nothing of it in her slightly drunk state. She had no idea of the erection lurking inches away from her, nor could she ever imagine her own son getting turned on by her.
Troy grunted at the light punch—his mom was so hot, even her ‘mom’ mannerisms turned him on. Her hands felt great on his pecs and his nipples got hard, too. He put his hands on her upper thighs where she was straddling him, slowly rubbing them up and down.
“Sorry, Mom! Luke and Cayden both tell me how sexy you are all the time, so I guess I just got used to thinking of you like that.” His hands slid up higher on her thighs, thumbs coming close to her apex before he drew his hands back down like he was innocently placing his hands on her legs.
She barely noticed, lost in the thoughts of her past. She continued massaging him, "You know, your father was really something when I first met him. He was so confident and charming, I was immediately smitten. You take a lot after your father you know."
With her not really noticing or paying attention, Troy took advantage of the situation to test more boundaries, rubbing his hands up and down her thighs with more intent, thumbs brushing against her crotch before being pulled away.
“Oh yeah? What do you like about me that way?” It took everything he had in him not to rut against her butt, however, he does shift himself so that her ass was just barely rubbing up against the top of his shaft. Fuck.
“Did he have a body like mine?”
She laughed out loud, "No, he was actually kind of a geek. But he knew that, he was confident because he knew exactly who he was. I don't know where you got your body, maybe grandpa? He was in the army after all." She didn’t notice how he had shifted, drunk and distracted as she was.
“You mean your dad, right?” Now Troy was just asking questions to keep her talking as his hands started to explore her body. This time, when his hands get to her upper thighs, his grip rotated inward, rubbing very intentionally at the crotch of her pants. He wondered if she’ll even notice, or if the alcohol and improbability of him doing what he was actually doing would cause enough cognitive dissonance for her not to realize where he was actually touching her. The fabric of her pants at the crotch felt hot, like he could feel the warmth of her pussy through it.
She finally did sort of notice his wandering hands, though she didn’t seem overly concerned. "Hey, watch where you’re touching." She lightly smacked his hands away from her crotch. "You're getting a little too close for comfort. Besides, we were supposed to be watching a movie by now."
“Oh, sorry Mom,” he said, like he’s agreeing with her, but instead his hands slid up her thighs to her waist, rocking her on his lap, really snuggling her down onto his erection.
“Mom, I was wondering...Why do you work on your body so much if you don’t ever show much skin?”
She laughed at him, extricating herself and climbing off of his lap to get a little more space from Troy, not having registered his penis touching her ass. "Cut it out you goof, what do you want to watch? And I work on my body for me. I like looking good for myself, and to surprise Jack from time to time."
Groaning, he sat up, neglecting to put on his shirt again. “Thanks, Mom. That felt really great, I- I think I’m as good as new now. I was thinking we could watch Birdbox or something, anything that’s a little scary.”
Everything she said just made her so much sexier—that she only worked on her body for herself and out of her wifely duty to his father was so fucking hot—she wasn’t like the slutty, shallow moms his friends had. She was what all those other cunts could only hope to aspire to.
Regina got a worried look on her face when she heard about Birdbox. "You know I don't do well with horror movies." She had always been easily startled, jumpscares got her every time. She leaned into her favorite corner on the couch, getting comfortable.
“It’s more of a thriller,” he lied. “But If you want to watch something else, that’s cool. I just want to cuddle up next to you, I don’t care what we watch.” He smiled at her with the full force of his dimples, “Do you want to watch a Hallmark Movie?”
She giggled, obviously drunk and feeling it. "Only if you want to watch me ugly cry. No, we can watch Birdbox. I like thrillers." That was true, her favorite movie was actually Die Hard. Mostly because she had a crush on Bruce Willis.
Troy set it up—he always had to be the AV guy with Regina. It’s not that she wasn’t smart enough to know how to work the TV, she just didn’t see the need to learn the ins and outs of their Amazon Fire when she always had one of the men of the house around to help her out. Secretly, Troy thought she exaggerated not knowing just because she wanted to make his dad feel useful. Troy settled in the corner of the couch then leaned up, rearranging his mom to his liking, so she was leaning up against him.
She rolled her eyes as he manhandled her. They often cuddled on the couch growing up. She remembered when he was still small enough to fit in her lap. Now the reverse was true.
“Okay, all set up. Boys!” Troy called. Duke, their fawn Great Dane, hopped up on the couch, followed closely by Max, their harlequin. Both of the dogs had cropped ears that made them look impressive and dangling, fat breeder balls that showed the dogs for exactly what they were—studs.
Regina didn't mind the dogs joining them on the couch. It was a big couch and it would get covered in dog hair anyway so she didn’t see the harm, even though Jack didn’t like it.
Troy snuggled her close to him, his hands ‘accidenally’ running over Regina’s ample side boob without causing too much alarm. His boner was under a pillow, otherwise, she would definitely notice it.
Speaking of boners, he was not the only one with a boner. Max is licking his own lipstick, starting to get excited.
Regina noticed and chastised Max. "Hey, put that away! There's a lady present!" She rolled her eyes, turning back to the TV. She knew that the poor pups were just pent up, not having been able to breed in weeks.
“Do you ever think that maybe instead of doing live cover, we might move the dogs over to AI?” Troy wondered aloud. “I mean, we would have to collect everything ourselves, but we could sell to a lot more people...and probably make a lot more money. And maybe then Max and Duke wouldn’t always be so horny...”
Regina made a face, "Eh, I don't know if I'd be comfortable getting that familiar with our dogs... if you know what I mean. Besides, we usually have bitches coming in regularly for them. We just happen to be in a dry spell. Also, we don't have to make a bunch of money, your father's work is more than enough."
“Ok,” Troy said, somewhat sullenly. The idea of his mom jacking off the dogs on a weekly basis had gotten him harder than a rock, but apparently, it wasn’t going to happen.
Fuck. Now that the thought was in his head, it wasn’t going anywhere.
“I just thought it might be good to help towards college, is all, and less of a hassle to not to deal with the bitches,” he added.
His mom laughed, glancing sideways at him. "Look, if you want to jack off the dogs, that's fine. But I have no intention of touching anyone's dick but Jack's."
“Wow, Mom,” he drawled, voice hinting to her that he didn’t want to hear it. “Look, what you and Dad do in your free time is up to you, but you don’t have to get all graphic about it with your kid in the room.”
She smirked at him, loving that she could still make him squirm a little even at his age. "Oh come on, you are old enough. We are loving adults, we have our fun. Anyway, let's just focus on the movie." She cuddled closer to him, leaning her head on his chest. Her eyelids were drooping and she yawned. The alcohol was making her sleepy.
As she started drifting off, Troy turned down the TV so that it wasn’t blaring and the loud, shocking parts of the movie wouldn’t disturb her. He waited so, so patiently for her to fall asleep.
When her breathing finally evened out, his hand snaked from her shoulder down, cupping one full breast over her shirt. From his position, it was all the teenager could do. He had to use every ounce of his mental power not to squeeze.
The shifting of his arm caused her sleeping head to slide a little down his chest, coming to a stop above his waist. It seemed like she was in a pretty deep sleep, not reacting to his light touches. She softly breathed on the bare skin of his abdomen, her warm breath teasing him.
When she didn’t react to him touching the outside of her shirt, he snaked his hand down the inside of her shirt. He slipped his hand between her warm breast and the foam cup of her bra, thumbing at her nipple. Fuck, he was insanely hard, and now he could see her breath moving his happy trail with each exhale. He could only imagine what it would feel like on his cock.
She inhaled sharply as he played with her nipple, but relaxed again as he let up. Her breathing started to intensify as he played with her nipple again, her cheeks getting flush.
In Regina’s dreams she was with Jack on a deserted island. He'd broken open a coconut with his bare hands and was pouring it onto her bare chest.
In reality, Troy’s cock was leaking and there was just enough room...he tucked the waistband of his sweats underneath his cock, pulling it out. Seeing his dick only a few inches away from his mom’s mouth almost made him nut all over her, but he bit his lip and held out. He grabbed his phone and took a few pictures from different vantage points. Some where you could see she was asleep and some where it looked like she was eagerly looking down at a cock. Most of the ones he took he wasn’t in, but he couldn’t help but take two or three where he was obviously present.
Troy grabbed the base of his cock and lifted the heavy, hard member up closer so that he could feel her breath skate across his tip. And fuck...he was in for a penny, why not in for a pound...literally. He shifted his hips just a little and it caused her head to slide down further, making her closed lips bump against his cockhead.
His mom didn’t awaken, drunk and lost in a horny dream as she was. In it, Jack had stopped pouring coconut milk on her chest, instead rubbing his thumb on her lips. She was on her knees in front of him, desperate for his cock. In reality, her mouth opened slightly, hot breath on Troy's cock. Her mouth wasn’t near open enough to fit any of his thick cock, but it looked seductive.
He rubbed his cockhead along her parted lips like it was lipstick, painting them with his precome. His abdominals started contracting as he fought to not cum—he wouldn’t be able to explain it if she woke up with cum all over her face.
He wasn’t as in control as he thought he was. As if looking down on a scene in slow-mo, he watched as he lost control, spraying his cum all over his sleeping mother’s face. At least he’d pulled back enough that he didn’t get it inside her mouth. He slipped his hand out from touching her breast and looked at the mess he made in horror, her face absolutely covered in his jizz. Even as his mind was racing—what to do?!??!—he couldn’t resist the opportunity to snap a photograph. As soon as he had his picture and tucked his dick back in his pants, he made quiet kissy noises to Max. The big dog leaned over and sniffed Regina’s face before he started licking her vigorously.
She was inches away from taking Jack's sweet delicious dick in her mouth when Max wakes her up with his rough tongue. She jumps up with a start, "Ugh, ahh, bad dog! Eww, he slobbered all over me!" She desperately rubbed all the slime off her face, feeling gross as hell. "I gotta go to the bathroom and wash my face." She wasn't the kind of dog owner that liked her dogs slobbering over her face. She jumped off the couch, hurrying to the bathroom to wash.
Troy let out a huge, content sigh and sunk back into the couch. He ruffled his dog’s ears. “Thanks, Max. You’re a lifesaver.”