Mom started doing her puzzle again and I continued waving my pole around. The silly
feeling intensified but I kept waving it around. I didn’t know what else to do. I
had almost decided to put it away and ask if she’d like some tea to get back in her
good books when Mom cast a long sideways glance at my hard dick. I pretended not to
notice but tried to make my cock stand up higher, tightening my groin to make it even
prouder. Mom glanced at it again. I strained upwards several times and stroked it
lightly with my left hand.
“Oh, for God’s sake Tyson.” Exasperated, Mom put her book down and looked up the stairs
where the light from her bedroom was shining into the hallway. Dad had left the light
on for her. She looked at me, down at my cock, then back at my face. She whispered,
“Do you want me to touch it again? Is that what you want, for me to touch it for you?”
I nodded, holding her gaze steadily, surprised that I had the balls to do it.
“Alright, but just this once. Come over here then,” Mom patted the couch beside her.
I shook my head, slowly stroking my now huge erection. Mom stared at it, and for the
life of me, I thought I saw a speck of moisture glinting at the corner of her mouth.
“Brat,” she said and shifted toward me on the couch. She leaned over on one elbow
and reached with her other hand, encircling my shaft with her soft fingers, then moved
them up to displace my hand. “There,” she cooed. “Does that feel better? Is that what
you want?”
I nodded. I could neither speak nor breathe. It felt absolutely wonderful.
“A woman’s hand feels so much better, doesn’t it,” Mom purred, stroking my cock steadily,
pausing to rub her palm around the head, pinching as her fingers slid down the shaft
and circled around the base for an extra squeeze before rising back to the tip. I
was already breathing hard.
“Do you like the way Mommy’s hand feels,” Mom teased, stroking me faster. “Do you
like Mommy’s hand on your cock?”
Her throaty voice almost made me come on its own. I nodded vigorously, my head jerking
up and down, thrilled and irritated at the same time by the reference to herself as
‘Mommy’.
“Do you want me to show you my tits tomorrow, like I promised?”
I jerked my head again. Mom’s strokes were catching up to the speed of my neck. I
was ecstatic. She had said before she would show me her tits and maybe even let me
touch them but she had never promised.
“I can’t now, because your Daddy’s upstairs waiting for me,” she panted.
My head snapped up to stare at the top of the stairs.
“That’s right,” Mom rasped, jacking me hard now. “Think how angry your Daddy would
be if he knew what you were making me do.”
I had been about to come but the thought of my father standing at the top of the stairs,
glaring down at us, then coming to get me made my cum, already starting to surge forth,
freeze in my nuts. That’s when Mom lowered her head and took my head into her mouth.
My hips lurched up, trying to shove the rest of my cock inside but she pulled back,
not allowing another inch inside. I kept lunging, trying to fuck her face but Mom
withdrew and licked my tip, her tongue swirling all around the helmet. I started to
come and tried to hold Mom’s head in place but she jerked it back and slammed my cock
against my stomach, holding it tight while I spurted all over my heaving abdomen.
Mom waited until I was fully spent before speaking.
“This was a one-time thing, Tyson. It was your doing, so don’t get hung about it,
and don’t expect it to happen ever again.”
She closed my robe over my chest and wiped her hand clean on the outside. Then, she
leaned close and kissed me gently on my lips. She spoke in a very throaty voice, “You
were a lovely boy and you’ve become quite a man but you have to know that I won’t
let you fuck me.”
The way she said ‘fuck’ had a sound all its own and despite the negative statement
the tone was full of promise. Mom kissed me quickly again, smiled sweetly, and was
gone. I watched her body swaying as she climbed the stairs, still stunned by her graphic
language, and thought, I want to fuck you so badly.
I had to work the next morning at nine. Dad had just finished his breakfast when I
came downstairs. He pushed his plate away and pulled his coffee closer before sticking
his nose in the morning paper. Mom was already drinking her coffee and reading the
arts section. Dad was dressed for work and Mom was wearing her everyday housecoat.
As I made my breakfast, I wondered what she was wearing underneath the robe and whether
or not she would honor her promise to show me her tits or if she had just said that
to work me up, knowing she was doing it for only one time. I figured that if I rushed,
I would have at least half an hour home alone with Mom before Dad got there. Maybe
she’d show me then.
I watched Mom as I ate my breakfast. As with dinner so many nights ago, I knew Mom
was aware of my observation even though she gave no outward indication that she was.
Though there was no suggestive gap in her robe I let my eyes linger on her breasts,
then let them travel slowly down her torso to her lap and along her thighs. I followed
her bare leg from the point where the robe parted just above her knee down to her
bare foot which dangled above the slipper that had fallen to the floor under the table.
Mom had nice legs and I hoped I would have a chance to touch them again. I could hardly
wait until my shift was over and it hadn’t even started yet. I looked at the clock.
Maybe if I started a little early, I could get off sooner.
“I better get going,” I said, gobbling an entire half piece of toast.
“Slow down and eat your breakfast properly, Tyson,” Mom admonished me. “I thought
you didn’t start until nine today?”
I was surprised that Mom knew my shifts. “That’s right, I said.
“Well, then, eat properly.” Mom turned to Dad. “Gary, you should get going dear or
you’re going to be late.”
“Oh,” Dad said, looking at the clock. “Yes, I’d better get going.”
He got up, drained his coffee and walked to the hall closet. Mom accompanied him and
helped him with his coat, then picked his briefcase up and handed it to him, holding
her face toward him for a quick peck before he turned and walked out to his car. Mom
closed the door and walked back to the kitchen.
“Eat slowly, Tyson. It isn’t healthy to gulp your food.”
I looked at the clock. It was almost eight-thirty. If I ate properly, I wouldn’t be
able to get home early. Mom was clearing away her dishes and putting them in the sink.
As she returned to get Dad’s dishes, I resigned myself that I would get at most half
an hour with Mom after work before Dad got home; not much time to see and sample her
wares. I put another piece of toast into my mouth and my jaw stopped.
Mom was picking up Dad’s fork, very slowly. Her robe was undone to the belt cinching
it at her waist and the top had fallen open, putting her tits on full display because
she wasn’t wearing a bra or a nightie. Mom took the fork, all by itself, to the sink
and returned slowly. I watched her all the way, fascinated by the jostling of her
breasts as she moved. Mom put one hand on the table and bent over, very slowly, to
pick up Dad’s knife, breasts swinging out from her chest. The robe was looser now,
allowing more to be seen. Straightening up, she walked leisurely to the sink and returned
just as slowly. The belt had loosened substantially and as Mom bent to pick up Dad’s
cup, leaving the saucer behind, it came completely loose. Mom deposited the cup in
the sink and returned at a snail’s pace to the table. The robe was gapping apart its
full length and I could now see that Mom was completely naked. She wasn’t even wearing
panties!
Suprisingly, Mom’s pendulous breasts lost my attention. Even those magnificent orbs
couldn’t compete with the slash of hair now visible, now gone, then there again as
the robe flapped across Mom’s front. She picked up Dad’s glass and very, very slowly
held it up to look at it in the kitchen light on the ceiling behind my head, the light
that wasn’t even on. The robe fell completely open as Mom stretched her arm up and
I was treated to a full-on frontal view of Mom’s breasts, belly, and pussy. Her tits
were divine, slinging down and jutting out with nipples just the right size atop nicely
rounded swells of flesh. Her belly pouted out around a large, recessed navel poised
just an inch or two above a narrow band of hair that dropped like a brown waterfall
spilling on either side of the slit so plainly portrayed in front of me. I licked
my lips… actually licked my lips.
Mom looked down and smiled at me. She walked to the sink, deposited the glass, and
regarded me with an even larger smile. I looked at Dad’s plate and saucer on the table
and then swung back to her, waiting for the leisurely walk to begin. Mom didn’t move.
She looked up at the clock.
“You’d better hurry if you want to touch them . You only have a few minutes.”
I leapt to my feet, almost falling over my chair in my hurry to get to her. Mom’s
laughter tinkled through the room. I rushed up to her and then stopped, hands hovering
over her tits. Slowly, with respect, I lowered them, looking in her eyes for confirmation
that I was indeed allowed. Mom’s eyes sparkled, whether with amusement or excitement
I didn’t know, nor did I care. I let my palms and fingers fold around her breasts,
cupping their weight and squeezing gently.
“They’re magnificent,” I cried.
“Do you really like them?” Mom asked, arching her back and thrusting her nipples into
my palms. “They’ve been around for a long time and they’re not nearly so nice as they
used to be.”
“They’re perfect,” I gushed, swirling my hands around her orbs, trying to maximize
tactile contact in the short time I had left. “Just perfect,” I repeated.
Mom giggled. “I’m so glad you approve, sir,” she laughed. Her hands curled around
my neck and I dipped my head so I could watch her gorgeous tits moving in my hands.
I tweaked her nipples, flicked them gently back and forth, circled them in my fingers
and pinched and tugged them. I was thrilled when they stiffened and doubled in size
and length in response to my manipulations. She may have been doing this for a purpose
but I could see with my own eyes that Mom liked what I was doing and I could tell
from her breathing that she was excited. When she stopped me, Mom was panting just
as much as I was.
“It’s five to, sweetie. You have to go.”
I groaned and gripped her tits harder.
“No, it’s time sweetie. Away you go.”
Mom pushed me away. I straightened up, took one last, long look and turned away.
“Hey,” Mom yelled before I reached the kitchen door. “Aren’t you going to kiss them
goodbye.”
She leaned back against the counter and laughed as I frantically made my way back
to her. She cupped her left breast and held it up to me, feeding her stiff nipple
into my mouth.
“That’s it, baby,” Mom cooed. “Suck it. Yeah, it likes to be sucked. Hard… suck
it long, that’s it. Ohhhhhh.”
I let my hands slip down to encircle Mom’s waist, steering it around in a small circle,
or maybe I was just holding on while she churned her pelvis around. She pushed toward
me and pulled away, arching her back to thrust herself into my mouth, her hands roving
through my hair, guiding my head into the angle she wanted. She let me suck her breasts
for all of three minutes. It felt like an eternity and at the same time, just an instant.
Finally, she pushed my head away hard, as if convincing herself that it was time to
quit.
“Go to work, baby,” she croaked.
Mom’s eyes were wild. With her hair so disheveled, she looked… well, horny, really
horny. My eyes left her tits, soaked with my saliva, and traveled down her belly to
her pussy which sported a sheen of its own.
“Don’t,” Mom objected. “There’s nothing for you down there. Now, go to work, you’re
late.”
Despite her words, Mom didn’t cover herself. Reluctantly, I turned away, thinking,
Then why show it to me?
It was Thursday evening. Lynn would be home on Saturday; two more days. If I was going
to get further with Mom, it had to be done before then, although I have to say, I
had my doubts that my newly found but limited access to her charms was simply offered
to dissuade me from seeking the same from my sister. That may have been the way it
started but there were now three incidents in which I suspected the driving force
had been illicit sexual titillation based upon the fear of potential discovery: Twice
on the couch in front of Dad and once in my room in front of Lynn. The morning’s episode
was due to raw, unsubdued lust, despite the lack of a potential audience. I wasn’t
sure Mom could contain herself but I didn’t want to risk what I felt could be mine
just in case she could. I had the feeling that anything was possible until Saturday,
despite her denial, but after that the door could slam shut.
I rushed home and nearly got into an accident when I ran a red light. I didn’t even
see it. All I could see was Mom waiting for me in the kitchen with a sexy smile on
her face, still dressed in her unbelted robe with her tits and pussy fully exposed,
one still sporting my saliva and the other shining from its own intimate dew. It was
blind luck that I didn’t T-bone the one car in sight. Only the young mother’s shocked
face — there was a baby seat behind her — pulled me out of my reverie. Thankfully,
Dad wasn’t home yet. Shaking from my recent close call, and in anticipation of what
I would find waiting for me, I hurried to the door.
Mom was on her cell, fully dressed in a conservative white blouse and medium-length
black skirt with low heeled shoes. She was talking to Dad. She smiled at me and turned
away, stopping when her profile offered the best view of the breasts pushing out her
blouse. She was wearing a bra.
“No, I don’t need anything, dear. Just come straight home.”
Mom pulled the phone away from her ear, pushed a button to end the call and let the
phone slide from her hand onto the table.
“You’re home early, sweetie. I thought you might have to work a little later to make
up for this morning.”
Why was she reminding me about this morning if she wasn’t going to let me do anything
else? That was just plain mean.
“But that’s perfect. I’d like to get dinner over early tonight so I can go out with
the girls. Help me set the table.”
That was shoving in the knife and giving it a little twist. Not only did I not get
to do anything this afternoon, but tonight was off limits too, and to serve it all
up, I was reminded of the morning’s teasing by handling knives and forks, glasses
and plates. Just swell!
Dinner was over quickly just as Mom wanted. She suggested I clean up by myself. Helen
was picking her up, she explained, and she had just enough time to get ready. When
Mom came downstairs, she had changed into a mostly black and dark brown blouse with
swirls of orange and darts of yellow that highlighted her bosom which seemed much
more evident and available ensconced within the silkier material. The new blouse dipped
between her breasts far enough to provide a glimpse of the half-bra containing her
not-so-motherly-looking assets. Mom pulled a lipstick from her purse and applied it
in exaggerated fashion to her pouting lips in the entranceway mirror. When she was
done, she grabbed a coat from the closet and walked into the kitchen where I was standing
near the doorway. It seemed to me that Mom held her upper arms close to her sides
which pushed her breasts forward but that may have been an illusion on my part.
“Wish me a good evening, Ty” she whispered for no apparent reason, holding her face
up to one side for a kiss on her cheek. “It’s lady’s night.”
I leaned down to kiss her cheek but she turned at the last moment and my mouth landed
on her moist, pouting lips. Mom kept her lips closed but let the kiss linger for several
long seconds.
“Muuahh,” she said, pulling away with a smack.
Mom handed me her coat and turned around. I dutifully helped her get it on and she
walked into the living room to say goodnight to Dad. I followed and leaned against
the jamb in the kitchen doorway. I heard a car pull into our driveway.
“Helen’s here,” I announced.
Mom stepped to the door. “Don’t wait up, Gary. I’ll probably be a little late.”
“Ok, dear. Have fun and say hi to Helen.”
Mom opened the closet, kicked off her low-heeled pumps and slipped a pair of high-heels
on, holding onto the closet door to steady herself while she lifted each foot in turn.
She smiled at me and winked as if including me in her conspiracy. She opened the door
and looked back at me before closing it, her lips moving silently.
“See you later.”
I played video games all night and tried without total success to keep my hand off
my cock. Visions of Mom, however, would not allow total abstinence. About ten, I sauntered
downstairs and put the kettle on to make tea. I didn’t know what Mom meant by getting
home ‘late’ because she didn’t go out very often without Dad. I just knew I wanted
to be there when she got home with a pot of hot tea ready and waiting for her.
Dad was alternating between watching the news, reading a book, and nodding off. He
was dozing when the tea was ready so I didn’t bother asking him if he wanted any.
I sat down with a tall, narrow mug — the kind I favored because I liked my tea plain
and piping hot — and tried to finish some of Mom’s partially completed crosswords.
I didn’t have much success. Like I said, I wasn’t very good at these and Mom did the
hard ones. What I did manage to accomplish was a full size boner while reviewing the
comments written into the puzzles that had started everything rolling between us.
I played each incident that happened in the past two weeks over and over in my mind.
I was stunned that so much had happened in two short weeks, weeks that had changed
my life.
Dad was snoring. I wondered whether it would be better to have him sitting there snoring
when Mom came home or upstairs out of the way. If he was there, would she sit down
or wake him and go upstairs with him? She seemed to get off on the danger of his or
Lynn’s presence so if he wasn’t there, would she just go up to bed? After all, she
hadn’t been dressed in an encouraging way when I got home. Then again, the way she
had mouthed her departing words at me after ‘secretly’ slipping into high-heels was
definitely seductively played. I decided to take my chances with Mom alone. I didn’t
want to furtively feel her up, I wanted another sexual experience like she had granted
in my bedroom and the kitchen. In fact, I wanted even more. I’d get rid of Dad and
make sure she knew I had hot tea ready for her — and biscuits, those European ones
she loved. Where the hell were they?
“Dad.” I shook his shoulder. “Dad.” Several more shakes. “You’ve been sleeping for
almost an hour. You should go to bed.”
“Is your mother home?”
“Not yet.”
Dad closed his eyes and slumped further into his chair. I roused him again.
“Dad. Mom said not to wait up for her. She’ll be mad if you sleep in tomorrow.”
Dad’s eyes opened. “Right,” he said, struggling to get up. I held out my hand and
he pulled himself up. “Are you waiting up for her?”
“Yes,” I replied.
“Good boy,” he said and shuffled up the stairs.
I rushed into the kitchen in a mad search for those biscuits. Mom could be here any
minute. I returned to the living room and sat in Mom’s spot. I ignored the crossword
book and watched TV instead.
I made three more pots of tea though I only drank the one mug. Each one got cold and
the last one had also become decidedly warm when lights flashed on the windows from
a car pulling into our driveway. A door shut and I heard Mom and Helen exchanging
goodbyes. It was after midnight, almost twelve-thirty. I got up to meet Mom at the
door but it opened before I could get there and she slipped inside, closing the door
and leaning back against it.
“Whew,” she exclaimed. “That was fun. Is your father still up?”
I shook my head. Mom held her purse out to me which I took and held while she unbuttoned
her coat. She shrugged it off her shoulders and handed it to me to hold as well. With
one hand on the closet door, Mom leaned over to slip a high-heel off her raised foot.
It appeared to be even more of a struggle than it had been to put it on. One would
have thought the opposite would be the case. Half bent over toward me the way she
was, I noticed that her blouse had slipped a button or two since she had left. Immediately,
my cock began to tingle and swell.
“We danced and danced. We had so much fun,” Mom gushed.
She looked up at me and I blushed because she caught me looking straight down her
blouse at her loosely hanging breasts. She was almost spilling out of the little black
half-bra she was wearing. Mom smiled and switched feet, holding her hand out for me
to steady so she could use the other one to remove her remaining shoe. Her tits jiggled
and the blouse seemed to become even more revealing.
“I couldn’t believe how many young men wanted to dance with me,” Mom giggled. “I think
Helen was a bit annoyed with me but she’s the one who asked me to go so she wouldn’t
be alone.”
Helen had been divorced for almost a year and was actively looking around. From what
I could gather about Mom’s comments, she was more interested in sex than finding romance.
Her husband had left her for a younger woman and she seemed to be out to prove that
her performance in the sack wasn’t the reason. She had even flirted with Dad when
she was tipsy
at the last barbecue to which Mom reacted with hilarity rather than
anger. She can have that part of him, she had said to me the next morning, to my embarrassment.
“Mom, any guy would rather dance with you than Helen, especially wearing that blouse.”
Mom dropped her remaining heel and stood up. “Oh, do you like this blouse?” She pushed
her heels up from the floor and straightened her back, thrusting her chest forward.
Her hands pressed palm-in to her sides and she twisted slightly to and fro. “It’s
pretty isn’t it?”
I gulped and nodded. It certainly was. Mom’s smile grew, acknowledging my appreciation,
and so did something else.
“Thanks for waiting up for me, sweetie. Did you make me some tea?”
She brushed past me and sauntered into the kitchen, giving me plenty of time to fill
my eyes with her sassy figure. Mom had legs that would never need nylons. Funny I
hadn’t noticed them much before. They looked so quintessentially feminine, just the
right amount of soft flesh, not too thick and not too slender… just perfect. I especially
liked the way her skirt didn’t hug her butt too tightly yet let it’s ample presence
be known.
Yep, Mom knew how to dress classy, but then, she had once had professional help in
designing her appearance. Mom had been a local TV newswoman, slated for the anchor’s
job until she married Dad. She had always been good looking but professional enhancement
made her a target for every self-described Don Juan around. She quickly tired of them
and that’s how she hooked up with Dad, a mild-mannered accountant type who couldn’t
quite understand how he managed to end up with such a beautiful woman. Mom married
Dad and then quit her career when she became pregnant with Lynn and me. She hadn’t
returned to full-time work after Lynn and I entered school which became a bone of
contention between her and Dad but Mom got her way.
The dyed blonde hair was long gone. It was now it’s original dark brown but she still
wore it shoulder length, down to the middle of her shoulder blades. And why shouldn’t
she? It was thick and full-bodied, kind of voluptuous, like the rest of her. I realized
that I didn’t just love my mom, or simply desire her, I adored her. I ran up behind
her and hugged her from behind.
“You go sit down and I’ll bring it in to you,” I whispered in her ear.
Mom held my wrists, pressing them in to the top of her chest, above her breasts, in
answer to my hug. After she left, I poured a mug of tea for each of us and put them
in the microwave for thirty seconds. When I set them down on the end table beside
Mom, she asked me how long the tea had been steeping.
“I poured it just before you came in,” I lied. I didn’t want to wait for another kettle
to boil. I was eager to sit beside Mom and hear more about her evening. You believe
that, don’t you?
“Fibber,” Mom accused. I blushed and she smiled. “Are these for me?” she asked, delighted,
seeming to discover the European biscuits at that moment. Now who was fibbing?
“I don’t know. They’re for a special lady. Are you a special lady?” I flirted.
“I hope so.”
I sat beside Mom.
“Oh no, honey,” Mom said. Disappointment crashed through my head and began swirling
down through my neck into my body as if traveling through a fast-action drain. “Your
father’s light is still on.” Mom nodded toward the top of the stairs. I turned around
and confirmed that there was indeed light spilling into the upstairs hallway. My heart
sank. I slumped into the middle of the couch. Mom reached her hand out and patted
mine.
“Maybe you could sneak up and turn it off?”
I was elated. I jumped up and quickly moved to the bottom of the stairs.
“Quietly,” Mom urged. “And shut the door,” she whispered.
I crept up to Dad’s bedroom door as quiet as a mouse, pulled the switch down so slowly
it didn’t even click, waited for thirty seconds to make sure the sudden darkness hadn’t
bothered him, then started to pull the door closed without even disturbing the air.
Halfway closed, I changed my mind and left it ajar. Quickly, but with silent feet,
I descended the stairs to join my mother who was waiting for me with an amused smile
surrounding her chewing mouth, mug of tea in one hand and biscuit in the other. I
sat down beside her and this time there was no complaint. I was about to lean across
her to pick up my own mug when she spoke.
“Before you do that, can you loosen my blouse for me? It’s so warm in here and my
hands are full.”
I loved her smile and the dual explanation. The tea was forgotten as my hands sought
the buttons on Mom’s blouse. I had to dig between her breasts to find them because
the first two were already undone. I quickly relieved the rest of their job.
“There’s one more,” Mom said. “but you’ll have to pull the blouse out of my skirt
to get at it.”
I tugged the blouse up and relieved the last button of its duty. The blouse now rested
on Mom’s breasts, rising and falling with each breath, only it’s grip on each swell
keeping it together.
“I think it would be fair if I stood in for Lynn until she gets home, even though
I fulfilled my promise to you. That is, if you promise to leave her alone forever.
Do you?” Mom turned to regard me with a steady, serious look.
“Of course, Mom. I already said I would.”
“Good boy,” her beautiful smile reappeared.
“I’m not a boy, Mom.”
“No, you’re certainly not.” She glanced at my lap and that triggered a flurry of sensations
down there.
Mom made a face that effectively said, ‘Well?’ and that prompted me to move. I grasped
the blouse and gently peeled it away from her chest, revealing the sexy black half-bra.
Mom reached up to dim the light on the end table while I sought a way to open the
bra. After a minute, I simply pushed the cups down, freeing her breasts in a bouncy
release. Her nipples were already ripe and ready.
“I want to suck them,” I gasped.
Far from resisting, Mom arched her back and my mouth accepted the nipple on Mom’s
left tit that she was pushing up. I flicked my tongue rapidly all around it for a
full minute to stimulate it before sucking it in hard, jolting a satisfying hiss from
Mom. I fondled her other breast and pinched and tugged its nipple while I sucked on
the left. Mom’s fingers pushed through my hair and her hand steered my head to her
other tit.
“Do them both,” she panted.
I dropped my hand and slid it back toward her knees, then quietly tried to slip it
up her skirt unnoticed.
Mom kissed my temple and whispered, “I hope you don’t have a pencil.”
I shook my head, laughing with her nipple pinched between my tongue and the roof of
my mouth. Mom released a quiet moan and I pushed my hand deep into her skirt as her
thighs parted before my probing fingers. How I had dearly wanted to exchange places
with that pencil and now she was letting me without any fuss. I had meant to tease
her inner thighs, to scratch and stroke that oh so tender skin just below her pussy
in the hopes of gaining access higher but its proximity made me too eager and I thrust
my hand right onto Mom’s panties, fingers on her mound and thumb
stretching underneath.
“No Ty. Not there.”
“Please Mom,” I begged, knowing it was the wrong thing to do.
“No. That’s off limits.”
Mom wasn’t pushing my hand away but her order was firm.
“Just for one kiss,” I bargained.
Mom relented. “Ok, one kiss, but just one.”
“A long one,” I husked, bringing my lips close to hers.
Mom didn’t answer but her eyes acknowledged my request. I kissed her for as long as
I could. I mastered her lips, hoping that she would want to kiss me again if it was
the best one she’d ever had and all the while I massaged her mound with my fingers
and rubbed her groove with my thumb. Mom was hesitant at first but then responded
better than I had hoped, even pushing her pussy around to complement the movements
of my feverish hand. I knew she loved what I was doing, knew she wanted more of it,
but I also sensed that she would stop me as soon as the kiss ended. Mom was milking
the kiss too, getting all she could while it lasted, and then she would deny me and
herself too.
The kiss ended. We panted together, lips an inch apart, my fingers still on her panties
and my thumb still embedded in her damp groove, now worked in between her lower lips,
but unmoving, as if the decision was still pending.
“That’s it,” Mom panted. “Take your hand out of my skirt.” Mom tousled my hair to
make her command seem less harsh, as if she was telling her little boy he couldn’t
play with his favorite toy because he had to go for a nap.
“Come on now, leave Mommy’s pussy alone.”
“I left the door open,” I hissed.
“What?” Mom’s fingers went rigid in my hair.
“I said, I left Dad’s door open.” I lifted my thumb away from Mom’s groove.
“What?” Mom’s body went rigid. “You mean, you forgot to close it?”
“No. ” I tapped Mom’s groove with my thumb, lightly, just once. She didn’t react.
“No? Didn’t you hear me? I told you to close the door.”
“I know. I left it open on purpose.” I tapped Mom’s groove twice.
“But he might have heard us if he woke up,” Mom said.
“I know,” I agreed, tapping Mom’s damp groove three times, feeling pleased when she
twitched on the last tap.
“And we wouldn’t hear the door open if he got up.” Her ragged breath sent the same
signal as the twitch.
“I know,” I whispered, landing my thumb firmly in her groove and giving it a long
rub up and down.
Mom moaned softly. “Why did you do that?” Her pelvis tilted up, pushing herself against
my rubbing thumb.
I lowered my mouth onto Mom’s and kissed her. Seconds later, my thumb slid to the
side of her panties and deftly slipped inside, seeking and finding her wet pussy,
diving between her lips and pushing into her inner hole, her cunt. The long muffled
groan Mom emitted was the sweetest sound I had ever heard. Her hips lunged up, impaling
my whole thumb. I twisted my hand around so my fingers stretched down inside her panties
toward her ass and tickled the inner bottom of her cheeks. Mom’s arms circled my neck
and squeezed me hard. I started pushing my thumb in and out, finger fucking, no, thumb
fucking my mother with firm, definite force. She loved it, bucking her hips to meet
every thrust. The tip of my longest finger found Mom’s little rosebud and tapped it
on each forward thrust, dipped inside when I felt it wink, and finally, lodged inside
when I bent my finger at the first knuckle. I had learned a few things from watching
hours of Internet porn. In fact, I was experienced far beyond my own reality.
The second kiss ended, then the third, and the fourth. Only then did Mom begin to
say no.
“Tyson, I can’t,” she gasped.
“You can,” I panted.
“No baby, we can’t.”
“We can. Cover your mouth.”
I ducked my head under Mom’s skirt and used my free hand to tug her panties down far
enough to get my mouth on her mound. I found her slit and followed it up, searching
for her clit, teasing it with my tongue and sucking it as my fingers jammed her two
holes. Mom’s cries became muffled and I knew she had done as she was told. Now I would
make her come, harder than she had for years, maybe even better than she ever had.
I set to it with a fervor previously unknown in anything I did. Mom’s raised, shaking
thighs and her hands on my head, one in my hair and the other pulling on my neck,
informed me that I had given it a good go if nothing else.
After Mom had gasped her last gasp and twitched her last twitch, we cuddled together.
I kept planting little kisses on her face, her nose, cheeks, eyes, and neck. Wherever
I could.
“That was unbelievable,” she said. “I don’t think I’ve come so hard since…”
“Since…?” I echoed.
“Ever,” Mom said. The sincerity in her tone made me feel more manly than winning any
game, lifting any weight, or scoring any goal.
“Really?” I said, wanting to hear it again.
Mom looked at me, held my face in her hand and said, “Really.”
I believed her.
“What were you doing back there?” she asked.
“Did you like it?”
“Yes, but…”
“But what?”
“It’s dirty.”
“What does it matter if you liked it?”
“Nothing, I guess.”
“And you liked it?”
“Yes. I said I did.”
Mom scrutinized my face, I guess to figure out why I was persisting with this line
of questioning. I did my best to reflect the look she had given me that had started
everything rolling tonight: ‘Well?’
“Oh,” Mom sighed. “I see. I guess it is your turn.”
I pulled away and scooted back to the far end of the couch, pushing my pajamas down
as I went. Mom turned to follow me, crawling along the couch until she hovered over
my hard, wavering cock. One hand circled its root and the other grasped my shaft but
I pulled them both away. Mom glanced at me, unsure of what I wanted, then looked up
the stairs and into the dark hallway above. I reached out to grasp her head, turned
it back toward my cock, and pushed it lower. I loved the sight of Mom opening her
wide, journalist mouth , almost as much as I loved watching my cock disappear within
it.
Halfway down, I stopped and held Mom’s head still. She tried to push lower but I held
her head rigid. She tried to pull up but I stopped that too. I held her firmly until
she quit trying to move. This was going to be my show and I wanted her to know it.
We stayed still for a long moment, then I slowly thrust my hips up until my cock was
three quarters embedded in Mom’s mouth. I withdrew and slowly slid back into her mouth.
Then again, and again, and again. I wasn’t going to let Mom blow me. I had paid my
dues and now I was going to fuck her face.
On each stroke, I pulled almost all the way out and then pushed almost all the way
back in, each time nudging the back of her mouth, pressing on the gateway to her throat.
Soon, Mom was drooling copious amounts of saliva all over my cock. My stomach and
balls were completely drenched and a squishy, squelching sound filled the living room.
I was moving faster now and moaning, it felt so good. I couldn’t believe she was letting
me do this.
Mom suddenly put her hands on my hips and held me down, putting her full weight into
it. Catching me off guard like that, she managed to stop me in my tracks. I was about
to thrust harder, to overcome her resistance, when she abruptly hunched her hips up.
Oh, she’s changing the angle of her neck so I can get into her mouth easier. I relaxed,
waiting for her to get settled, but Mom’s mouth suddenly descended. No, I want to
be in control. I tried to stop her head but she already had my cock in to the back
of her mouth, bumping against her throat.
Mom didn’t pull her head away. Instead, she twisted it slowly around, grinding my
cock gently into the back of her mouth. Then, it happened. Mom’s throat opened and
sucked my tip inside, then more, and more, the full head… she swallowed and I plunged
inside until my root smacked against Mom’s lips. She was deepthroating me!
Mom’s head rose up, up, completely off my cock… tongue swirling around my head,
then back on… sliding down, down to the back of her mouth, then teasing me at the
doorway and finally that oh so delicious swallow and then, nirvana, I was in her throat
again.
Working back up. Mom did it over and over. I lay flat on my back, arching up, trying
to get in further, taking all she would give, and more if I could get it. But she
was in control. Thank God, she was in control. Nothing could feel better than this,
nothing, not ever. Well, until now, as I felt the thrill of my hot cum gushing into
Mom’s throat, the sensation of her neck vibrating around my cock, swallowing everything
I had. Buckets, it felt like I was pouring buckets down Mom’s throat. I had never
come so much in my life.
Afterwards, with Mom sprawled on top of me, kissing my face, my nose, cheeks, eyes
and neck, she whispered, “Did you like that, the way your Mommy sucked you?”
“Yes,” I gasped. “It was the best ever, the best I’ll ever get.” I said it with conviction
and I could see in her eyes that she believed me.
“I reckon so,” Mom laughed. “You weren’t exactly what I’d call dusty.”
It was Friday. The last day before Lynn came home with her friend Tessa. I guess I
had gotten more than I had ever hoped for but I am a man and I now wanted more. But
hey, another finger and deepthroat was fine by me if I could get Mom to oblige.
Breakfast was deadly. I couldn’t wait for Dad to leave so I could get Mom to show
me her tits and maybe get in a feel and suck before going to work. Once he rattled
the paper as if to fold it to open the next page but looked back to read another story.
I could have killed him. I had been awake since six with a huge boner. I needed to
be alone with Mom. Finally, he put the damn paper down and picked his coffee up.
That’s right, drain it and get the fuck out of here already.
But no. Oh no. He just took a sip and looked at Mom and she, for Christ’s sake, started
a new, full-fledged conversation! Couldn’t they tell I was shuffling my feet for a
reason? Mom knew. She had frowned at me more than once. I know she knew. She was torturing
me. Ten to nine. I had to go.
Oh, now he’s leaving, when it’s too late to do anything. Look at him. Oh yeah, I’ve
got to go to work. Ya think? Well, I have to be out of here too. I half-stomped to
the door and bent down to put on my shoes as Dad opened the door and told Mom to have
a nice day.
“You too, son.” Dad left, leaving the door open for me.
Too late. You’ve already ruined it. I tied my shoes and got up, starting out the door
without saying goodbye to Mom. I was angry at her too for starting up that last conversation
with Dad.
“Ty? Come say goodbye.”
“I’m late Mom. I’ve got to go,” I barked.
“You have time to give your mother a kiss,” she called.
“Ok but hurry.” I actually stood in the doorway tapping my feet. She didn’t come.
“Mom, come on. I’ve got to go.”
“Come in here. My hands are full,” she called.
I muttered under my breath, “Jesus H. Christ,” and stomped into the kitchen in my
boots. To hell with her floors.
I rounded the counter by the doorway and stopped dead in my tracks. Mom was standing
in the middle of the kitchen, blouse undone and bare tits resting in the cupped palms
of her upturned hands.
“They want a kiss goodbye because it’s the last day you can,” she cooed.
I put my lunch on the counter and took the two steps to reach those beautiful girls.
“I’m going to be really late,” I said, interrupting myself with a mouthful of morning
tit.
“It won’t matter. Your boss won’t miss you.” Mom’s hands were already rotating my
head around her nipple.
I pulled off her tit. “Yeah right! He’ll be pissed. He really reamed me out for being
late yesterday.” I sucked Mom’s other nipple into my mouth. It looked so forlorn on
its own.
“Well, he won’t miss you today,” Mom said.
Iignored her and kept sucking her tits, moving from one to the other. I was already
in shit so I may as well get something out of it.
“I could call him and tell him you need to stay home to look after your mother today.”
I stood up and put my arms around Mom. I wanted to kiss her properly before I left.
“Sure Mom, like that would work.” I lowered my mouth to hers but she spoke as I tried
to cover her lips with mine.
“It seemed to,” she said.
I pulled back and stared at Mom. “It seemed to?” I repeated.
“Yes, it seemed to,” she reiterated.
“What seemed to?”
“Well, I thought since this will be the last time we can ever do… anything, that
you’d like to stay home and spend the day with me. So I called Mr. Thompson earlier
this morning and told him I really needed you to stay home and take care of me, so
to speak.”
“You’re kidding?”
“I kid you not,” Mom said, a huge smile on her face. “And remember, I will not let
you ‘kid’ me.” She laughed out loud at her own joke.
“You mean, he was okay with that, and I get to stay home to… to, I mean…”
“Yes. You can stay home to… do… whatever, within reason.” I loved the series of
expressions that played over Mom’s face as she struggled to get that sentence out.
“Mom, that’s fantastic. I can’t believe it. I don’t know what to say.”
“Well, I bet you can think of something to do,” she laughed. “But not here. Pick me
up and take me upstairs.”
I did as I was told. I picked her up and carried her to her bedroom. She wasn’t a
big woman but I was breathing heavily when I put her down on her feet beside the bed.
“You can watch me undress if you like,” she said in a husky, low voice that set a
new mood for the room.
“I like,” I said.
I sat on the edge of Mom’s bed while she slowly removed her clothes. She didn’t make
it look like a striptease, she simply removed her clothes as I imagined she normally
would, only more slowly. All too soon, she was completely nakedk and I immediately
noted a change: Mom had shaved her pussy. My half-bent cock
stiffened into a full-on
boner and I grimaced as it straightened in my jeans.
“Something wrong, Ty?” Mom laughed.
“No,” I replied, standing up and pulling on my jeans to relieve the pressure on my
dick.
Mom crawled up on the bed and sprawled across it on top of the covers. She spread
her legs and lifted her tummy to tuck her hand underneath. A second later, her fingers
appeared reaching up along her bald pussy lips, the longest one stretching up to nudge
between her cheeks. Mom lifted her ass up from the bed.
“Why don’t you get undressed and do that dirty thing you did the other night?”
I didn’t have to be told twice. I shed my rags in record time and was beside her on
the bed in a flash. I cradled Mom’s ass in my palms and pushed my thumbs between her
cheeks but she turned onto her side.
“Kiss me for a while first.”
We kissed for more than a while. Mom let me play with her buns and fondle her tits
but as soon as I tried to get my fingers into her, in front or in back, she shoved
my hands away. She wasn’t shy about fondling my balls, though, or stroking my cockk
but I certainly wasn’t going to push her away. Our bodies pushed and pulled, exercising
the old rub and grind, until we were panting heavily from the strain and stimulation.
My tongue was even sore, I had kissed Mom for so long.
Mom twisted around and reached in the little drawer of the bedside table behind her.
She handed me a tube and said, “I suppose you know what to do with this.” Then, she
lifted one knee up, propped it up high with her foot braced on the inside of her other
knee, and directed my head down to her wide open pussy. As soon as I was level, her
fingers tightened in my hair and pulled my face onto her moist pubes.
“Ahhhh, yeah. Lick me, Ty. Lick Mommy.”
All I had to do was hold my head still and move my tongue. Mom’s hips and her guiding
hands did the rest leaving mine free to handle the lube. I reached between Mom’s legs,
pushed my oily fingers between her cheeks, and found her little hole on the first
try. I pressed the goo against that already excited little asterisk and was surprised
when my finger easily slipped inside to the first knuckle.
“Fuck, that feels good,” Mom moaned. “I never imagined it would feel so fantastic.”
I pulled my finger out to replenish the lube and Mom moaned her displeasure but when
I re-inserted my finger, this time sinking deeper, her hips thrust hard onto my face,
then just as vehemently lurched back on my finger, plunging it deep into her ass.
“Oh, god, Ty. Oh, god. It’s so dirty. Make me be dirty,” Mom groaned.
I pulled out, doused my fingers liberally, and plunged my finger back into Mom’s ass.
I finger fucked her ass, plunging deep, twisting my finger around, pulling out and
pushing in. I refused to go fast though she urged me to with her moans and bucking
hips. It seemed as if she couldn’t decide what she liked better, my tongue or my finger,
but when I inserted a second finger in her ass and pushed the base of my hand firmly
against her pucker, the decision was made. Mom tried to impale herself on my hand.
I fingered Mom’s ass until she came on my face, literally squirting her juice all
over me. I didn’t know a woman could flood like that or make such noises. Her wails
permeated the house. I had never heard Mom make sounds like that. Come to think of
it, I don’t think I’d heard my parents having sex for years. It made me proud to think
that I had made my mother come so hard. For the last five minutes, she had barely
sounded human, resembling a grunting mass of flesh jerking out of control between
my hand and my mouth than a grown woman.
When she was done, gasping and sobbing on the bed, I turned her flat on her stomach,
pried her cheeks apart, and filled her ass with lube. In her weakened state, I started
to really work on her ass with three fingers and, when she could stand to be touched
again, inserted two fingers from my other hand in her pussy. I didn’t rush, I wasn’t
harsh, but I was relentless.
When Mom’s ass lifted off the bed to reach for my retreating fingers, I knew she was
almost ready. I waited until her buns were regularly following my fingers, pulling
them back a little farther than necessary to tease her up, then hooked my fingers
in her hole and lifted her up onto her knees. Quickly, I got behind her, lined my
cock up and exchanged it for my fingers. My full helmet was inside Mom’s butt before
she realized what had happened.
“No, Ty. No, you can’t,” she groaned.
“I can, Mother. I’m already inside you.”
“Please don’t. I can’t let you fuck me.”
“I’m not,” I cried, sinking my full length into Mom’s slippery ass. “I’m just in your
butt.”
“No, no,” Mom wailed.
“It’s not fucking if I’m not in your pussy,” I rasped.
I managed half a dozen pumps in silence.
“It’s not?”
“No,” I gasped. She felt incredible. “I’m just making you play dirty,” I said, trying
to capitalize on the word Mom seemed to get off on.
“You’re making me be dirty?” she husked.
“Yeah,” I confirmed, then added for good measure, “So I don’t have to make Lynn do
it.”
Mom groaned loudly. I humped her butt harder, resting my hands on her back to steady
myself, straddled precariously above her. Mom’s neck bent against the mattress with
our to-and-fro movements. She bore me in silence for awhile and then began to emit
little grunts with every thrust in her butt. I changed my routine, pumping fast for
a few strokes, then slowly, then hard one-timers held plugged all the way in for a
few seconds before withdrawing to jam it in again. Mom seemed to really like that.
Tiring of squatting over her ass, I pushed Mom flat on the mattress and nudged her
legs together with my heels. Straddling her thighs, I began a regular fucking rhythm.
Despite what I said and what she believed, I was fucking her for sure, fucking her
in the ass. I gripped her shoulders and reverted to the slam and grind. I really liked
the feel of that and Mom seemed to like it too despite how rough it seemed. In less
than a minute, we were both grunting like animals. When I came, I released a primeval
wail that I couldn’t believe came from my own throat and collapsed on Mom’s back,
shuddering like a man who had just been pulled from the freezing ocean.
You won’t believe what we spent most of the day doing. Baking. That’s right, baking.
Mom wanted me to help her bake a whole pile of stuff for Lynn and her friend Tessa.
I told her they would hardly be around but she insisted. After what she had done for
me that morning, I would have filled a Wal-Mart with bread baked in a toaster oven
if that’s what she wanted.
As the day wore on I started getting frantic that I wouldn’t be able to have another
crack at Mom. I mean, I was in my undershorts and Mom was wearing an apron and nothing
else. It was the kind with a bib in front but that loose bit covering her tits just
made them sexier. I was hard the whole time we were in the kitchen except for the
first twenty minutes when I felt like my worn out cock would never get hard again.
When the final tray was pulled out of the oven and set on the stove to
cool, my cock
was ready to break.
“I guess I better take care of you one last time before your father gets home,” Mom
said.
I grinned like a Cheshire cat. “Really?”
As Mom led me upstairs, I made a suggestion, “We could do something tomorrow morning
too, while Dad’s picking Lynn up from the airport.”
“No, we’ll all go to the airport together to welcome your sister home. This is the
last time, Tyson. That’s my last word on it and I expect you to keep your promise
about Lynn.”
“I will Mother,” I sulked.
She wouldn’t get on her tummy or let me touch her ass.
“I’m a little sore there. I don’t know if I’ll be able to sit down for a week,” she
laughed. “Don’t worry, I’ll fix you up. I think you’ll like what I’ve got in mind.”
Mom retrieved a vibrator from the same drawer she had got the lube from. No wonder
she had lube. The vibrator told me bucket loads about Mom and Dad’s sex life, probably
nonexistent and the likely reason she was so tight for a woman her age. Mom got on
the bed, lying sideways, and pulled her knees, held together, part way up. She inserted
the vibrator between her legs and settled in for a nice rub-a-dub after adjusting
her head for comfort on the pillow which she had puffed up. I watched her, perplexed,
wondering why I was supposed to like this so much. I could spoon her, but she said
her ass was sore, so that wasn’t it. What the hell? I was supposed to just watch her
get off?
Mom looked amused. She kept toying with her pubes, rubbing the vibrator all over the
outside of her pussy. Finally, she patted the bed in front of her face. I guess I
really was supposed to just sit and watch her. I crawled over and kneeled in front
of her. I put my hand on her knee and ran my fingers up the side of her leg to her
hip, caressing her outer thigh, then moved to take control of the vibrator. Mom shook
her head so I sat back and watched, confused and more than a little bit pissed.
After a while, Mom reached out with her free hand, grasped my cock, and slowly stroked
it. This went on for quite some time. I was getting really horny but this slow stroking
wasn’t going to make me come, not for a while, anyway. I looked longingly at Mom’s
pretty face, remembering how great it looked to see my cock disappearing into her
wide mouth. I wished I could do that again. I wished… well, why not? I replaced
Mom’s hand with my own and leaned forward, pushing my cock down towards her face.
“You’re the most patient man I think I’ve ever met,” Mom said. “Except for your father.
I offered him this once, years ago, but he didn’t even catch on.”
No way I was going to admit that I hadn’t got it until just now. Being a very patient
man sounded way better. I tried to fake her out.
“Yeah,” I panted, “but my patience goes only so far,” I grunted.
I pushed my cock between Mom’s lips and shoved it into her mouth. She moaned sexily
around my meat. I was slow and gentle for a few strokes but then, remembering how
much Mom seemed to like it when I slammed my cock in her ass, I cupped my hand under
her jaw and held her head still while I pumped more forcibly into her mouth. I watched
carefully for signs of distress but the only change I could see was Mom inserting
the vibrator inside her pussy so I kept fucking her face. I did take extra care when
I pushed deep, trying to gain entry through the gate to her throat at the back of
her mouth. Mom let go of her vibrator for a moment and helped me through.
“Yeah, take it deep, baby. Really deep,” I husked, forgetting she was my mother. I
had never had any girl — well, either of the two I’d actually had sex with — do this
for me and I wanted it badly. Jeez, I wished Mom would consider doing just this for
me from now on.
Fuck, the way she pulled me inside with that little swallow. Unbelievable. I couldn’t
believe I didn’t come right away. I started moving my cock, afraid to pull back too
far so I didn’t have to negotiate the entrance to her throat again. Of course, I didn’t
control myself very well but discovered that I could easily move in and out with Mom
controlling that part. I held Mom’s head with one hand and her throat and jaw with
the other and concentrated on pumping her face. Fuck, this was so fucking fantastic.
The vibrator had become louder. It must be variable speed, like a drill, and Mom must
have turned it up. Her hips were making fucking movements and she was moaning constantly
around my meat. She must be close. Well, so was I. I tried to time myself to where
I thought she was but soon gave up. Mom suddenly started bucking her hips faster,
more jerkily, and I thought she was going to come first but then she did something
with her throat and it triggered a similar uncontrolled reaction in me. For the second
time that day, we came loudly together.
I pulled my cock out of Mom’s mouth and rubbed it all over her face. Why? Who knows,
but it sure felt good and what felt even better was seeing her smile as I did it and
putting it back into her mouth to suck me. If that was part of coming, then I came
for several more minutes.
Mom and I showered together and enjoyed soaping each other off. It was a real special
time. Both sated, we fondled and caressed each other without any intention of reinitiating
sex. I had only one regret: Mom hadn’t let me actually fuck her and, of course, all
of this was now over. Downstairs, when we heard Dad pull into the driveway, Mom let
me kiss her hard one last time.
When we pulled apart, she said, “Maybe you can still kiss me like that once in a while.”
The door opened. Dad was home.
There were no games that night. The afternoon had truly been our farewell.
The next day, we all went out to pick up Lynn and Tessa in Dad’s car. It was cramped
but that was the way Mom wanted it. She sat in the back, between Lynn and Tessa, who
was even sexier in person. It was endearing to see how happy Mom was to see Lynn and
I felt guilty playing on her fears and her instinct to protect her daughter just so
I could use her body. As I watched them together, I realized how much I loved them
both, especially Mom, and vowed to make it up to her.
I didn’t have the heart to admit to her that Lynn had never meant to show me her tits.
Not on purpose, anyway. Sure, I had tried to get her to flash me before but she just
brushed that off as banter between sister and brother. If she wanted something from
me, she wasn’t shy about posturing herself to flaunt her assets, tits or ass, but
she never offered to actually show me anything, let alone do something overtly sexual.
Nope. That day, I had been fleeing Mom because I knew she wanted me to cut the grass
and I had run into Lynn’s room thinking she was out and Mom wouldn’t look for me there.
I caught her right in the middle of changing, well, removing her bra, because she
was going out with Chad and she thought she could sneak out of the house without Mom
seeing her. Right there in front of me were the tits I had dreamed of seeing for years.
They were stunning, absolutely gorgeous.
Lynn glared at me. “Don’t you dare say anything to Mom,” thinking the most important
thing was hiding her bralessne
ss from Mom rather than her tits from me.
“I won’t,” I stammered as Lynn negotiated her hands through her sleeves, not doing
anything to hide her perfect tits. I took the casual way she put her blouse back on
as payment for my silence and it would have been well paid too if Mom hadn’t burst
through the door at that moment. As it turned out, I was eventually paid far more
than I could ever have imagined, for doing… nothing.
I spent the next week trying to be as nice as possible to Mom and Lynn and her friend
Tessa. Tessa was a knockout: Tall and lithe with short, very blond hair. She was perky
and cute and sexy, and she liked me. After Lynn returned to college, she called to
say how much Tessa talked about me. Your brother is so nice, and so good looking..
Lynn made a face and laughed at the latter part of that sentence but wondered why
I had been so nice to her when she was home. I’m a changed man, I had responded, and
I was in ways she could never know.
Oh, you were wondering if Mom kept her word about the games being over?
Yes, she did.
For just over a week.
We were kissing for the first time since Lynn had come home. I had been kneeling on
the couch and pulled her up to kiss her properly, with my hands fondling her ass outside
her skirt. On about the sixth kiss, she let me run my hand under her skirt to cup
her panties. After the eighth, very long kiss, I turned Mom toward the back of the
couch and slipped my other hand up the back of her skirt. Within minutes, I had her
panties around her knees and her holes filled with fingers. Mom had opened my robe
earlier and pushed my pajamas down to release my cock, taking it into her hand. As
I frigged her, she jacked me slowly with one hand.
When I moved behind her, Mom looked over her shoulder at the light spilling into the
hallway from her bedroom. Dad had gone upstairs almost an hour before. Surely, he
was asleep by now. I pushed my cock between Mom`s legs and slid it up between her
thighs under her skirt until the tip nestled between her bare cheeks, already damp
with her womanly excretion.
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