Mother son romance and sweet love, juicy lesbian sex

Please complete the required fields.
Thank you for taking the time to report this Report submission to the webmaster. Please let us know why you are choosing to report this Report submission and then click the submit button at the bottom of the page



That count the least to the macroscopic tumultuous whole

Count the most to the microcosmic few, even to me the least of all

On this birthday serene, may this my wish come true: May your days be awash with love,

Hope and dreams that are true and your days flush with an eternal now.’

There was another packet close by. I opened it and jerked out the curious contents. It contained a light blue gown and befitting lingerie. I wondered how he managed to get my right measurements. He knew that I loved light blue color, the color of infinity, the color of sweet ineffable sadness, the color of divinity. I decided to put them on when he is back, when I am fresh after a bath.

But my bathing has two stages. The first stage is by mid day, when there is enough warmth and sun. I opened my thick hair, dipped it in water and applied shampoo. Then I washed my face, head and neck. That much will suffice for the first part. By evening my hair will be dry. The dripping hair is an icky nuisance at night. I found myself humming all through the day as if I was pleased with myself. Life seemed more enticing. There is no living without loving and no loving without living.

Alex turned up exactly at five as expected. He came running to me and hugged me.

‘Did you put on the new dress?’

“We will do it dear, once I am bathed and clean.’ I promised and smiled sweetly.

‘Your hair smells sweet,’ he whispered and buried his faced into my hair.

‘It must be the shampoo,’ I suggested.

‘It is much more than the shampoo, it smells of you. Burrowing into your exquisite mane is like diving down a huge puff of mountain mist.’ He was forcefully inhaling as much as he could from my hair.

Again his face wandered back to my forehead. He gently kissed my brows, my eyes, my nose and my cheeks that were furiously blushing. And then as if by accident his lips met mine. The lips wandered away and again gravitated to my lips. I was shocked first then embarrassed. I kept my lips shut to minimize the impact. His delicious tongue nuzzled along the contours of my lips. Then I knew that I was precariously thawing. I was slipping down the precipice, slipping, slipping. I had opened my lips against my resolve. Our lips were glued together, out tongues were involved in a primordial love dance. His adventurous tongue was caressing the roof of my mouth, the underside of my tongue, the inner walls of my cheeks. I was swept away in a tsunami of nameless passion. I never knew that such things were possible in love.

‘No dear, let me go and take bath,’ I forcefully disengaged myself. Both of us were shaking. He came after me to the door of the bath room sniffing my fresh hair. I lovingly gave a bath to my body which is so dear to my son, a lush body that has by far defied years except for a slightly protruding tummy. If I try some physical exercise that also will go.

Back in my bed room, I put on the light blue panties he had brought. It had the exact size- 38 inches. On the outer side of the gusset there was a large butterfly painted to it. I smiled at the bawdy imagery. Then I put on the new underskirt. At that point devil had the better of me and I called my son.

‘Dear, help me with the bra,’ indeed he was anxiously waiting outside and darted in. I had put the cups in place and it had to be hooded on the back side.

His eyes were ravenously feasting on me. With devout fingers, and a pious concentration he hooked me up. Now it was the last and concluding stage. I pulled out the fresh gown and placed it against my frame. It was soft like a dream, flowing like a mountain stream and fresh smelling like an exotic tinsel world.

I mischievously smiled and put on the gown, he anxiously helped me to zip it up. Then he surveyed me from a distance with awful admiration, it was followed by a surprising gesture which took me by surprise. He genuflected with joined hands and then prostrated to kiss my feet. I hissed in shock and stepped back.

‘You deserve it my goddess mother, you deserve it,’ again he kissed my foot.

He looked at me as if he was face to face with a divine being. I surveyed myself on the mirror. Of course I looked graceful. The fabric was hugging me, accentuating my feminine geometry. Particularly the bust area had a heavenly appeal. The gown magnified the curves and differentiated the natural hue of the luscious pair.

Please follow and like us:
5 1 vote
Story Rating
Pages ( 3 of 14 ): « Previous12 3 45 ... 14Next »
Subscribe
Notify of
0 Comments
Inline Feedbacks
View all comments
0
Would love your thoughts, please comment.x
()
x