I Fooled My Mom

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It’s a beautiful day, but I’m too scared to enjoy it. I put my phone in my pocket and take out my keys. For a brief time, my stomach lowers. But then I notice it, buried beneath my dorm room key and the vehicle key – my old house key.

I breathe deeply and open the door of my childhood house. It still feels precisely the same. The smell of fresh vegetables is just beneath the surface, but there is also an aroma of safety and affection.

“Guru?”

From the kitchen, Mom calls out my father’s name. The kitchen is the main hub of the downstairs, and it’s directly connected to the entry hallway. The smell of chicken adds to the mix as I go in. Yet I’m not hungry, not for food, but my stomach groans. But I’m still hungry.

There she is, as lovely as ever. Lalita, my mother. 38, no, 39 as of today, and, by my estimation, in her prime. She has a wide, warm face and blue eyes. Her typically straight, dirty-black hair looks messy, as if she just stepped out of bed.

She’s been wearing her favorite outfit, a colorful flower design cloth in greens and purples, The dress hangs freely on her body as if she was standing nude, and the dress fell on top of her. Her lovely breasts, which are big and round, hang free and uncontrolled by cloth.

There’s no bra? That’s just my luck. The kitchen is hot, and drops of sweat have collected on her boobs. Is it necessary to explain that this is my favorite dress? Mom looks fantastic, like Venus on a lazy Saturday morning.

She stands at the kitchen island, a spoon in one hand, preparing what appears to be fried rice with chicken. Mom is shocked, and her eyes widen as soon as she sees me. She pulls on the strap of her dress, carefully adjusting it so that it does not reveal as much.

“Chandan!” she yells, “What exactly are you doing here?”

“What? How come I can’t even wish my mom a happy birthday?” I say, smiling, and walk up to her.

“Of course,” she responds.

I open my arms for a hug, and she lowers the spoon before turning to meet me. Her lips are droopy, and she appears embarrassed. But she manages a smile for me. The hug is amazing. I smell the sweat as well as something else – a deep, smoky scent.

Her boobs pressed into my chest. I pull her closer, deny the reality that I am a couple of inches taller than she is.

“Happy birthday, Mom,” I whispered.

“Thank you,” she says.

I let her separate, eager to pull away once again. She pulls intentionally at her clothes once again, which is uncommon for her. Normally, she oozes identity.

“I’m sorry about the mess. I didn’t expect anyone to come,” she apologizes.

“Oh, my bad,” I admit, “I suppose I should have left a message or anything.”

I go around the kitchen table, standing on the opposite side of the stove, and take a piece of chicken from the pan. Mom liked a high spicy. I lean against the counter and reach inside my pocket.

“No, no. You are always welcome; it’s been a strange – ” Mom jerks upright, her eyes widening once more. “- day,” she says, finishing with a giggle.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Mom says, nodding. “Do you want something to eat? Why don’t you prepare the table? I’m almost done.”

“Sure.”

The plates are still in the exact drawer that they were before. I take two, more out of kindness than hunger, and open the utensil drawer. Her hands are waxed.

“Are you sure everything is fine?” I ask once again.

“Yup,” Mom tries to get out, but it sounds almost like a terrible shout. I arrange the table for two. When I turn back, Mom appears to be okay. She’s taking slow, deep breaths that are calm and peaceful. She wipes a few drops of sweat from her face with her left hand.

“No cake this year?” I ask.

“I was going to purchase one this morning, but… I forgot,” she replies as if she suddenly remembered it.

“Hey, it’s your birthday; enjoy the day however you want,” I laugh, returning to my seat at the dining table.

“What are your plans for the day, by the way? I figured that since I couldn’t make it to the weekend party, I could at least hang out with you today.”

Mom’s head shoots up, and she searches my face with her narrowed eyes. She’s been distracted so far anyway. But she suddenly detects the smell of something strange. She hasn’t forgotten about the day.

“Why? What plans do you have? “She asks.

April Fools’ Day is a sort of family tradition. My mom was born in April, and I was born in August. Although my birthdays have become prank days, our birthdays are still called April Fool’s Day every year.

If the pranked person doesn’t wind up laughing, it wasn’t a decent prank, and you owe them a major favor. There is no property destruction, and if you make a large mess, you clean it up afterward. We’ve developed two guidelines throughout the years to ensure that our pranks never go too far.

“Planned? For what purpose?” I pretend to be innocent.

“You know what,” she replies, fearfully putting her hands on her hips.

“You’re forty years old now -”

“Thirty-nine!”

“- Perhaps we’re growing too old for this type of thing.”

Mom pinches her upper lip. “It’s okay. Just bring your best shot. I’m prepared.”

“I’m not sure. Perhaps this isn’t the best day for you. You appear a little ill. Is there something wrong with you? Maybe it’s best if I go.”

I put my hand in my pocket and turn to walk away.

“I’m not ill, I’m -,” she moans. Mom tightens up, and her eyes go out of focus for a split second. She swallows but remains still.

“Are you all okay, Mom?” I ask and approach her.

“Yes, yes, I’m okay,” she squeaks, her voice extremely high.

“Are you sure?” I inquire, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“Y-yeah,” she shouts. “I’m okay!”

Mom attempts to take a step forward but falls. She grabs the nearest thing for support, which happens to be my forearm. I draw her closer, placing my other arm over her. She’s as light as a feather.

“Not now,” she says softly. “Please, not right now.”

“Not now what?”

“Not—oh,” she moans, trying to push me away. She takes a hesitant step toward the counter, switches off the stove, and braces herself. Her hair flows forward as her head falls forward. She’s squeezing her fists, but it appears like the worst is over.

“I’m okay,” she says quickly. “I’m okay.”

“Are you okay with that?” I ask, reaching inside my pocket.

I should confess that I haven’t been fully honest thus far. I’m sure I know what’s wrong with Mom. When she woke up this morning, she got a surprise from dad after she yawned and found a present at the foot of her bed. She opened it out of curiosity, and her jaw fell when she saw what was inside.

Dad isn’t a big fan of dirty jokes. Not recently, in any case. There was a time when we were all as tight as can be, but that time has passed. My parents have been separated for quite some time. I believe they remain together out of habit rather than love.

She saw the message, written in handwriting that looked exactly like the handwriting in all those love letters he’d sent her when they were younger. She felt a spark of excitement inside her. “I dare you to wear this for the rest of the day and let a stranger’s touch give you everything your husband does not.”

Underneath the message was what seemed to be a pair of underwear at first look – black and with a low cut. It was heavier than it should have been. When she took it out, she discovered two connectors inside – a five-inch sting with a three-inch circle for the front and a somewhat smaller one for the back.

A remote-controlled pair of panties is the newest in wearable tech. I’ve been turning it on and off at random all morning, increasing the intensity as the day progressed. It was not from Dad, as suggested, nor was it a basic dildo.

You probably think it’s a pretty sick odd and sick joke to perform on your mother, but you’d be mistaken. It’s not a joke at all. It represents the fulfillment of all of my fantasies.

Moving away from home and into a hostel made me realize how much I missed my mother. How attractive she is in comparison to other ladies. When I think about her, my cock stiffens.

I had two semesters’ worth of fantasies about all the nasty things I wanted to do to her. I can make the item within her vibrate with a single touch of my finger

“It’s all right,” she replies, taking a big breath.

I reach into my pocket and click the button. It initiates a pre-programmed process I call ‘The finisher.’ So far, all of the presets I’ve tried have just engaged the front vibrator. Mom had no idea that the one in her ass does something unique as well.

“Oh, God,” Mom screams as the butt plug starts to vibrate. The program begins quietly and then increases in intensity. Mom looks around nervously, looking for a way out. She moves forward, but it’s too late. I’m there to catch her, and she wraps her arms over my shoulders for support.

The vibrator buzzes loudly enough for me to hear it. My mom’s whole body was trembling. “I’m sorry,” she says softly. Mom leans back in her chair. Her eyes are shut, but her mouth is open. She bends to the side and raises her hand to grab her nipple.

Her nipple is hard, and she pinches it through the cloth. It was simply a guess before, but it has now been confirmed. She doesn’t have a bra on. Luckily, she’s too busy to notice my throbbing erection pushing against her navel.

“Oh fuck,” she moans. Mom’s legs begin to tremble, and she becomes significantly heavier. She’s cumming. The bottom of her dress rides up, revealing her high-tech underwear. The buzzing becomes more audible, and I can see them vibrating.

Mom’s bush’s edges may be seen to the left and right of the tight band. Mom dips against my thighs as the buzzing fades. Her cheek is directly on top of my throbbing erection, and it’s nearly enough to make me cum. She moans, “Oh.”

Her eyes open as though she’s not sure what’s going on. She looks at me dreamily for a moment, and then it strikes her. She stares at me, horrified, grabs my thigh for support. She pushes herself to her feet, ripping down her dress at the same moment. Or, at the very least, she tries.

She’s barely even standing when her legs give way, and she falls backward, hitting hard on her butt “Ow!” she screams.

“It’s okay,” I say, my voice cracking. My throat is as dry as sandpaper.

“No, you’re not getting it, it’s – help me up, Chandan.”

Of course, I assist her in getting up. I extend my hand to her, and she takes it. I help her to her feet, and she grips my hand tightly, still shaky. She lowers her dress down to her knees with her free hand.

“I’m not sure what happened; I must have become dehydrated or something,” she mumbles. “It’s nothing major. I need to drink some water, and I’ll be okay.”

“Mom, I know what an orgasm looks like,” I say.

Mom’s head snaps up, frightened, to stare at me. Her cheeks begin to flush, and she’s as red as a cherry in seconds. “I-I-I—it was your father—it was -,” She pauses.

I can’t stop myself from laughing. Mom slows down and looks at me suspiciously. In her mind, the gears are turning.

“What are you smiling about?” she says as the first tear falls from my eye.

It’s all so ridiculously hilarious. I’m not sure how long I’ve dreamt about her beautiful physique, how long I’ve wanted her, and now it’s happened. I made her orgasm, whether she realizes it or not. I can move the toy within her with the press of a button, but I can never truly touch her.

But I want to. I need to.

“April fool,” I gasp out between coughing fits of laughing.

Mom is aware. Her eyes widen in surprise as the words sink into her mind. She, on the other hand, can’t believe I’d do anything like that. He wasn’t her only son.

“What did you do?” she says softly, her voice trembling with surprise.

I take the phone out of my pocket, short of breath. On the screen, two sliders appear, one for her pussy and one for her ass. I tap the pussy slider and move it up to quarter throttle while tilting the phone so that she can see.

Mom exhales, and the kitchen falls silent save for a slight vibration between her legs. She glances at me, terrified as if she is seeing me for the first time. Her lips move as if she is trying to say something but doesn’t know what to say.

So what do I have to lose? I tap the ass slider and turn it up to 50%. She gets a chill and grabs the phone from my grasp, turning it off.

“Chandan,” she says, answering my eyes. “Mom.”

“What did you do?” she asks softly.

“I pranked you.”

“This isn’t a joke. It’s… it’s not right. What on earth were you thinking?”

“That it would be fun to gift you something for your birthday that Dad will not give you.”

“Your father—”

“—hasn’t made you cum in a long time,” I added in.

Mom looks at me, outraged, as she swallows the lump in her throat. Even if she had any questions about what my aim was before, she now understands. It wasn’t a mistake or childish innocence. I created her climax.

“This is violating every rule,” she whispers.

“Right, apologies,” I reply as I reach for a towel. “I caused a mess, and I’ll clean it up.”

After a minute, the floor is clean as it can be with just a towel. Mom is staring at me, fascinated. She did not leave in fear. She’s not shouting at me. She’s simply staring at me. Not rage, but surprise. Do I even dare to try?

“It appears that I missed a place,” I explain as I get closer to her.

I lean in for a kiss on the side of her knee. My nose immediately filled with the fragrance of her sex. I can taste the delicious trail of juices on her skin, half-dried. I lick, and the taste becomes more intense.

“Oh,” Mom moans.

That’s all the motivation I need. I grab the bottom of her dress and pull it up, fiercely sucking at her inner thigh, leaving a trail of shining, moist flesh behind. I move to the other side, working my way up till my brow brushes against the warm cloth. I take a step back and look up at Mom.

She’s biting her lower lip as she looks down at me. I dig my index fingers under the elastic band of the panties on either side and pull it down without losing eye contact. As the connections exit her openings, there’s some resistance and a wet Schlick.

Then, since I can’t help myself, I break eye contact to gaze at my mother’s pussy. It’s speechless erotic. She has a big patch of brown hair that has been cut to her panty line and is now wet. Between it are two big, puffed-up lips. The underwear falls to the floor the rest of the way.

Then the most amazing thing happened. Mom moves her left leg to the side and assumes a considerably broader posture. I seize the chance, pushing my lips against her pussy and inside her with my tongue. Mom moans, “Oh.” She runs her fingers through my hair and takes a handful.

Everything is incredible: the heat, the scent, the sensation of my tongue running over her lips and entering into her moist hole, the pubic hair on my cheeks. Squeezing her buttcheeks, I reach up and grasp them. I use all of my knowledge to attempt to control my wild, terrible hunger.

Mom’s leg begins to shake unexpectedly rapidly. She hangs down against the kitchen table, pulling at my hair. I take a step back and look up at her, my eyes closed, my lips wide, and my breathing heavy. The orgasm then begins in full force.

Mom starts rubbing herself with three fingers. I’m a little disappointed that I won’t be the one to finish the work, but I’m not complaining. She slips down the kitchen cupboard carefully. The length of her dress becomes caught in the knob of a drawer and is ripped off her body as she falls.

Mom’s nude body gets shown inch by inch. Her stomach was creamy white and soft. Her boobs are covered with erect nipples in an almost invisible shade. Her buttocks are on the ground, her legs are spread wide, and the dress is carelessly draped around her throat.

“Oh, sure,” she moans, letting go of her hand.

Every time her pussy contracts, it’s like a slow, strong heartbeat. I take the dress and gather it up, and she raises her arms so I can pull it over her head. When I’m finished, her eyelids reopen, and she looks at me dreamily. Mom laughs. Really, it was an out-of-breath, nervous giggle.

“You burst out laughing. That indicates it was a successful prank after all,” I say.

Mom suddenly breaks off and snaps her lips shut, looking guilty. She shakes her head while maintaining eye contact. My jeans button is undone. Her attention is withdrawn to the movement, and she draws in her breath. I pull my trousers down, relieved to be able to relieve the strain of my throbbing erection.

It jumps up as I push my boxers down. Seven inches of the most painfully erect cock, its circumcised tip aimed directly at Mom’s face. I raise one leg at a time, pushing the clothing beyond my knee

Mom mutters, “No, that is not what we are doing. This is going too far.”

I move in closer.

“Chandan, you know this is wrong!”

I move in closer. My knees are in contact with her still-spread thighs. Her pussy ceased contracting, leaving a puddle of fluids on the floor below.

“Is this really what you want?” she asks.

I give the nod. Mom stares down at my cock, a mixture of guilt and desire in her eyes.

“God, it looks wonderful,” she mumbles, obviously surprised. Her head snaps back up, and she takes a big breath.

“Just once, please.”

My chest explodes with fireworks. When Mom lays both of her hands on my shoulders, I can’t believe it. She pushes herself up, her legs sliding up the back of my thighs. I grip the smallest part of her back and bring her in closer. Her hot vulva rubs on the base of my cock and the balls of my penis.

Our faces are level, and I gaze deeply into her glittering blue eyes. Mom lifts herself till the tip of my cock moves an inch forward, then lowers herself. The sensation of my penis being enveloped by her vagina overwhelms my mind.

My mother’s pussy. Mom, my cock is inside of her. I realize that I need to take several deep breaths. She is capable of all of the work. She pulls up again, her feet firmly planted on the floor, before allowing herself to fall back down.
Methodical and slow.

It’s as though I’m in a dream, the most spectacular, fantastic, wonderful, beautiful dream. My whole body is bursting with energy. I’m not sure how long it will last. When the strong spike of my orgasm runs up my spine, it feels like a lifetime.

My body explodes, overpowering my mind and pumping cum. When I return to earth, the first thing I notice is Mom lifting my top. I lift my arms automatically, allowing her to complete the feat.  She throws it aside and puts her arms around me, drawing closer. I do the same thing.

We sat like that for a long time, locked in one other’s arms. My cock was still inside her, throbbing from the aftershocks. Her boobs pressed against my naked chest. Her breath tickled the back of my neck. I ran my fingertips softly across her lower back. As sperm slowly oozes out of her, it tickles my balls.

“Happy birthday,” I whisper.

“You shouldn’t have,” she responds softly.

“Someone has to.”

My knees begin to hurt, and my buttocks have gone asleep, but I refuse to let go of my mother’s nude body. No, not yet. I want to hold her for the rest of my life. My penis has decreased to a semi-hard condition, yet it remains inside her.

After a long quiet, Mom replies, “That’s not your job. I am fully capable of meeting my own needs. You are not required to do so.”

“I’m sure I don’t have to,” I say. “But I want to fuck you.”

“But we can’t.”

“We have already done so. And we’re going to do it all over again, “I reply, gathering all of my remaining self-assurance. “Today. Tomorrow. Tomorrow is the next day.”

My cock begins to rise again, expanding into her. Mom lets go of me and pull herself to her feet before it reaches its full capacity. Her pussy is directly in front of me, a mixture of sperm and juices pouring down her inner thighs.

“We can discuss this tomorrow,” she replies cheerily.

“I’m hungry.”

I push myself up awkwardly. As my buttocks awaken, they begin to tickle. My cock has hardened once more. Mom is standing in front of the stove, her back to me. I step closer, lean down slightly, slide my cock between her legs, and direct the tip to the warm entrance.

As I walk back into her room, Mom moans. I grip her thighs and start thrusting.

“Fuck it,” she says.

I freeze.

“What?”

“The meal has gotten cold.”

I pushed in again. Harder and faster than the last time. I’m back in command, and this time I don’t need a dumb remote-controlled toy. Instead, I use my cock. Faster and more hard. My thighs hit with the backs of her thighs.

“Oh,” she moans with each stroke, supporting herself on the counter with her arms spread. I don’t take breaks for anything, not even when I notice her trembling again as she collapses against the island. Her pussy tightens and rubs the full length of my cock.

Under other conditions, that would have been enough to push me over the brink. But I just arrived, and it has did not affect me. Mom’s moaning becomes louder after that, but it also becomes louder and more intense. My legs are burning, and my heart is pounding.

Finally, I accumulated. I push deep into her and blast another load inside of her, loving the sensation. Mom breathes a deep sense of relief.

“All right,” she says into the silence that obeys.

“Wait, what?” I ask, having just come down from the highest high known to man, a hot session with mom.

“Fuck me. You can do it whenever you want. You are correct. I require this. This is something I’d want. I haven’t felt this wonderful in a long time.”

“I love you,” I say.

“Chandan, I love you as well. You’re an idiot, yet I adore you.”

That’s correct. I’m a fool. April Fool’s Day

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