Naughty Slut Becomes a MILF

Copyright 2022 Kaizer Wolf

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- CHAPTER 1: Accidental MILF -

- SATURDAY, JUNE 4: Early Morning -

For several years now, my mom and dad had been having a regular ‘date night’ about once a month.

Usually, they’d go out on Friday or Saturday night, and come home extremely late -- often at least a little tipsy, and always looking extremely happy and content, as if they’d just had the time of their life.

Which was great.

I was glad my parents were happy, and that their relationship was stable. Especially since I might be living at home for a while as I attended a local college.

However, in the last seven or eight months, shortly after my eighteenth birthday, the semi-regular ‘date night’ had transitioned to an almost weekly thing, with my mom always coming in to check on me when they got back super late, since I was otherwise left home alone when they were gone.

At first, I hadn’t thought much of the situation, just trying to focus on my own stuff, since I had been in my last year of school at the time, and wanted to finish off the year strong before I graduated. But then, I began to notice that my mom always smelled a certain way whenever she came home.

It was a somewhat familiar scent, but I couldn’t place it for the longest time, and it wasn’t until two weeks after I’d graduated, at the beginning of June, that I finally identified it.

It had been another date night when it happened, and I was of course home by myself, using the opportunity to look up some pictures online so I could masturbate. The first time I got off that evening was normal -- I cummed into a couple of tissues and promptly threw them away.

However, when it got later into the night, and I got there a second time, the bundle of tissues I was using broke from stroking too aggressively, and I ended up getting cum all over the outside of my shirt and gym shorts. Initially, I was just going to wipe it off, but realized I was just smearing it more than anything, and decided to toss my clothes into my laundry basket.

It was at that time, when I took my shirt off, that I accidentally got a strong whiff of my own cum in the process.

A smell I’d never really paid attention to, or otherwise noticed.

I pretty much always cummed into a tissue or toilet paper, and always got rid of it right away. And I showered daily, so I was sure the scent never lingered on me or my clothing.

Still, I hadn’t thought much of the almost ‘chemically’ scent, just focused on getting fresh clothes on, since I knew my parents might be home soon.

And sure enough, my mom and dad came home barely twenty minutes later.

Of course, now that I didn’t have to wake up for school, I was usually awake pretty late anyway, so I answered the phone right away when I got the call a little after 2:00 AM.

My mom let me know that they were almost home, explaining that they’d been to call a ride because they both had too much to drink, requesting for me to help bring my father in when they got there.

It was plenty warm outside, so I just tossed on a pair of flipflops and went out in my fresh shorts and t-shirt to meet them when their ride pulled up.

Sure enough, dad was super hammered, and seemed nearly as he slurred his words, being the most drunk I’d ever seen him. But we managed to get him in the house and on the couch on his side, where I knew he would stay all night, since he occasionally slept on the couch anyway, finding it really comfortable for his back.

My mom then began making her way to their bedroom upstairs, but I quickly realized she was actually more tipsy than I’d assumed, sounding like she almost tripped and fell. I quickly ran after her, and found her struggling to right herself, her blonde hair hiding her face, prompting me to walk her the rest of the way to her room.

She, umm, thanked me…unsurprisingly…

But used my dad’s name…

I decided not to correct her, figuring it was just a slipup, considering she’d literally just helped me put my dad on the couch. And it wouldn’t have been the first time my mom got our names mixed up, especially if she was upset and scolding one of us.

Thus, I just focused on getting her to her own bed, and letting her take it from there.

My mom was actually dressed pretty provocatively, as was usually the case when they went on their dates, wearing a short silk dress that hugged her figure like a prom dress, emphasizing her large bust, medium waist, and wide hips. Between her model figure, slightly tan skin, blonde hair, and blue eyes, all sharply contrasted against the dress color, she was kind of a femme fatale, though I knew that she was highly committed to dad.

Honestly, she was good-looking enough that she could totally be a pornstar…which was a thought I knew I shouldn’t be having, though I knew part of the reason I thought that was because she’d gotten implants a few years ago, and I’d seen a lot of fake boobs online, especially in porn videos.

When I was younger, mom’s bust had always been a bit on the larger side compared to her overall level of skinniness. But, right around the time they started going on dates regularly, my dad paid for her to get implants to enhance and augment her already generous breasts.

Which…had been a pretty awkward conversation, when my dad told me about the surgery, so that I wouldn’t be shocked the day my mom came home with pornstar tits.

Of course, he hadn’t described it like that, but at some point I’d sort of connected the two ideas in my head, especially with how my mom looked overall.

But honestly, for the most part, I hadn’t really thought much about the change considering that my mom still looked like herself, her breasts just being much bigger, but with her still being that same familiar person I’d grown up with. Plus, her breasts didn’t strike me as looking overly fake like what I’d seen online.

She still wore a bra most of the time, and the few times I’d seen her wearing something without a bra, like a silk nightgown that I probably wasn’t meant to see her in, her breasts looked large and plump, but still kind of natural.

Needless to say, after the physical change, I decided to not put much thought into it, since it was kind of awkward thinking about it too much.

But looking at my mom now, I could easily imagine her just being a random hot woman on my computer. She was dressed a little slutty, as usual, and definitely had a body to kill for, being absolutely gorgeous for a forty-one-year-old woman.

Honestly, she could probably pass for a thirty year old, no problem.

And I was surprised to realize that, when I went back to my room, I might end up thinking about her appearance much more than usual, possibly even fantasizing a bit about what I was seeing right now, prior to getting to sleep.

However, once I helped her get into the master bedroom, the dark space only lit by the hallway light, I was just beginning to turn to leave when my mom spoke up.

Her tone wasn’t what I was expecting.

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