Son provides love and comfort to insecure mom

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The voice is hard to resist. Maybe if he was not drunk himself he could ignore such a tempting thought. His hands slip down across her back and under the throw right to the very edge of her panties. They were just ready to slip down and explore his mother’s nice ass when the angel on the other shoulder chimes in, “Tsk, tsk, tsk.”

His hands obey and back off sliding away and up only to pause in the middle of her back. They delicately explore the strap of her bra. “Go ahead undo it Tommy. Be brave, be bold, she will never know.”

The angel starts in again. “No, no, no that would not be proper.”

“Shut the hell up,” Thomas mutters quietly as his fingers skate along the back of her strap, searching for the clasp, preparing to follow the devilish advice, but just then his mother sighs deeply. She stretches her arms as Thomas quickly jerks his hands up from under the blanket.

She slowly flips over on her back and gives him a warm smile. “I guess your massage was so nice that I dozed off for a minute.”

“Yes, I guess so,” he replies nervously hoping she did not notice his roaming hands.

“I think maybe you should finish your massage, but first maybe you should give me a nice little good night kiss . . . in case, you know, I pass out again.”

“Sure,” he mutters relaxing as apparently he did not do anything too forward to prevent her from wanting him to continue the massage.

Raising up fully on his knees he looks down at her. She waiting for her kiss looking utterly beautiful. He kisses her lightly on the top of the forehead and then starts to pull away, but she quickly reaches up and snakes a hand around the back of his head.

“Honey, are you afraid to give me a kiss on the lips?”

It has been years since they kissed on the lips. Sadly. The kiss is like a taste of heaven. Sweet, soft, and delicate, their lips come together again and again.

Grudgingly he starts to pull away afraid of wearing out his welcome, but again she pulls him back down this time to whisper in his ear words that he shall never forget.

“Honey, by the way, your mother’s bra unhooks in the front.”

A brief pause while his heart nearly explodes. Jesus, she knew what he was doing . . . and doesn’t seem to mind!!

She lets him go. Pulling back he stares down at her as their eyes met. Something unspoken passes between them as she takes his hands and guides them to the middle of her chest. Pushing them onto her bra she sighs, “See.”

His fingers find the clasp in the middle . . . waiting to be breached it seems as she settles deeper into the comfortable confines of the sofa, closing her eyes while sighing deeply with just the smallest of smiles on her face.

She relaxes her arms at her side offering no resistance as his hands kneads her breasts through the soft material of her gorgeous bra. She allows it saying nothing, doing nothing as her breathing becomes slow and steady.

He wonders if she could actually be preparing to pass out again as he is fondling her fucking breasts! His fingers begin to fiddle with the clasp. Still she offers no resistance.

He twists and tugs at the clasp. He is inexperienced at such things and it is showing. Still she seems utterly unconcerned that he is attempting to undo her bra. Finally, he manages to undo her bra and then heaven is revealed to his eyes as he pulls her bra open.

“Do you like them baby?” she murmurs in a barely audible voice.

“Oh God, yes mother, they are beautiful.” In the faint light cast by the dying fire her tits glow with such pristine beauty that he becomes instantly rock hard.

His mom’s tits are small and delicate, much like her, full of both beauty and grace. Her nipples are fully erect and just waiting to be plundered by his eager young hands.

His fingertips dance over her nipples making her sigh deeply. He takes his sweet time exploring his mother’s tits fully with a tender loving touch while she moans quietly and sinks deeper into the plush sofa.

He is moving closer unable to fight the maternal calling of his mom’s tits to his mouth. He begins with several delicate kisses just above her tits before moving his mouth down carefully onto the gentle slope of her breasts.

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