Hot Summer Housework with Mom

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“I know at least one thing… how much I freaking love it!”

“Haha – yeah you and every man – believe me! And women love it too – everybody loves a wet pussy!” She laughed a little before continuing, “So you may also know that a woman doesn’t always have control over when she gets wet, or where she is when she gets wet, or even how wet she gets. Sometimes it just happens all on it’s own.”

Hearing my Mom talk like this was getting me so horny. “I imagine that could be quite… distracting, Mom. But I tend to think of things like that – erections… wetness, all of it – as our body expressing our deepest, truest feelings – no matter how awkward or inconvenient that may be sometimes.”

Mom casually ran her eyes over the length of my straining member, while I continued to focus on the delightful view she was offering of her camel-toe. “You may be right about the ‘deepest, truest, feelings,’… And you are definitely right about how distracting it can be. Sometimes it gets to the point where it’s practically the only thing you can think about. And all you want to do is get some kind satisfaction… some kind of relief. I’m sure you know what I mean right?”

“Absolutely, I do.” I stepped closer to her. “Is that what you need Mom… some kind of ‘relief’?”

Our eyes met, and her eyes told me everything. They were saying, ‘Oh fuck yeah – I need so much fucking relief… and I need it now!’ But for reasons of her own, Mom didn’t express that sentiment. Instead she stood up fully straight once more and turned her attention to the boxes and the shelves. “I’ll tell you what I need relief from… this miserable humidity! Did it just get really hot in here or what!?”

It’s true, the air had become very still, very heavy. It felt like a thunderstorm was approaching. We were both covered in a slippery layer of sweat. “I know – right!” said I. “Shall we go take another A/C break?”

“I’m afraid if we take a break now we’ll completely lose our momentum.”

“Mom, in case you hadn’t noticed, we lost our momentum at least an hour ago!”

“I know – but look, we’re so close to finishing – let’s just keep going.”

“Alright Mom.” A small amount of frustration was no doubt evident in my voice. I was hoping for another air-conditioned nipple extravaganza.

But Mom had other ideas. She turned her back to me, lowered her head and lifted her pony tail with one hand, while she fanned the back of her neck with the other hand. “Could you just do that for me a little bit? You hands are so nice and big… so good for fanning,” she laughed a little nervously.

“Sure, Mom.” I moved my hand rapidly back and forth behind her slender neck creating waves of cooling air to sooth her sweaty skin. But honestly, this bored me. All I wanted to do was kiss the sweat from the back of her neck. I stopped the fanning, pursed my lips, and blew a steady stream of air onto her neck and shoulders.

“Oooo – I like that! Let’s have some more of that please!” Happy to oblige, my beautiful Mother, I continued to send a cooling, steady stream of air from my lips to her neck, behind her ears, across her shoulders and down the center of her back. Mom actually shivered a bit with a chill and I could see goose bumps on her flesh. But she was loving it, and to let me know it, she kept up a continual non-verbal monologue of Oooo’s, Ahhh’s and Ohhh’s.

Now this was getting to be really fun. I crouched down behind her, my pursed lips inches from that mesmerizing thong. I blew my cool stream onto the small of her back and the top of her ass. She let out a delightfully girlish squeal, arched her back, and pushed her buttocks backward toward my face. I took this as a green light to keep going. And so I did – directing my air stream across both cheeks, then right down the center of her ass crack to the very depths of her damp crotch.

“Oh God,” she gasped, “you are so damn naughty. That must be why I love you so fucking much!” With that, she clasped both hands to her ass and spread her butt cheeks wide while I continued to caress her most intimate areas with my cool breath.

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