Mother grooms her son through his fetish for her lingerie

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She shrugged the unwanted bra to the floor.

Instinctively I knew I was released from my tactile imprisonment and I cupped her breasts with both hands, thumbs circling her erect nipples.

It felt so right, neither of us regretting our act, but wanting to repeat it again and again.

But now I wanted to open my second present.

Somehow I knew she wanted to keep her makeup untouched, aching to kiss me but determined to look her most beautiful for me on this special night.

I reached up, gently adjusting her bridal veil.

“You look so beautiful Sue, absolutely stunning.”

“Thank you Jack, my beautiful child,” she said softly, “Now do you want to take your second gift?”

I nodded and smiled, “Except I don’t know how to do it! I don’t want to hurt you.”

She raised a finger to her lips, kissed it and planted it gently on my mouth.

She held her soft finger there for a moment then reassured me, “I’ll show you.”

Slowly she arched her hips and withdrew my cock from inside her, a long string of cum stretched from my cockhead up inside her cunt until it eventually broke, the cum springing back on me like it was made of latex.

As I sat up I said stupidly, “I don’t want to muss up your hair or beautiful makeup Sue, how do I get… I mean… What position is best?”

We were kneeling, facing each other, her breasts caressing my chest hair, our lips almost touching.

“Give me your hands love,” she said softly, “And I’ll show you.”

She took my hands and looked closely at my fingernails. I Had always taken pride in my hand care and kept my nails short and filed.

“Short nails,” she said, looking into my eyes, “It’s very sensitive and easily damaged.”

Once again she kissed my fingers.

“You can’t rush this way of love making, or you’ll hurt your lover.

“I’ll be careful Sue, I couldn’t bear to hurt you”

She stretched across, opened the drawer of her bedside cupboard.

“Water based lubes Jack, lots of it. There can never be enough. But not oil”

Surreal!

I am Kneeling on the bed. My mother is dressed as a sexy bride, her bare breasts brush against my arms having just ridden me in our first act of incest. Now she is using one clenched fist and the finger and thumb of her other hand to silently teach me how to stretch her rosebud, while I psyched myself up for my first anal sex ever. With her?

Surreal!

I watch in disbelief as she pours lube into her fist then begins to slowly insert her finger. Slowly and carefully stretching the orifice. Then two fingers, then her thumb, stretching downwards.

Finally she inserts two flings deep into her fist.

“Slowly, carefully, listen to my reactions, never force, ease it in.”

Slowly she removes her fingers then reaches down to touch the head of my cock.

“Lube, lots of lube. Never enough She said, handing me the bottle.”

Before kneeling on all fours she gently brushes her glossy lips against mine.

“It’s your right now my love. Be gentle With me.”

After a couple of seconds she turned sideways across the bed until she was facing her dressing table mirror.

“I want to watch your face when you come,” she said softly.

And so I began.

As an act of tenderness I knelt forwards, gently opening her buttocks and slowly licking her rosebud with my tongue.

She reacted with a shudder of ecstasy which fired up my prick into overdrive.

I did lube her.

I did stretch her carefully.

She winced as I inserted two fingers but relaxed as I rested her between pushes.

After a while she said simply, “I’m ready now my darling, your very big so take it slowly.”

I was surprised just how tight she was, how much pressure I had to use to push my cockhead into her sphincter, and her sharp gasp as I slid in.

I experienced a tight gripping feeling as she closed around me. Then I was inside her.

The feeling of grip and suction was gloriously sexy.

She moaned a little as I gradually eased deeper into her hole, centimetre by centimetre.

She gasped more often now as my thick prick stretched her sphincter to new limits.

A couple of times she begged me to rest while she got used to the pain.

My cockhead was more intensely sensitive than any time in my life.

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