“Lying down, sitting up? How do we do this?”
I decided to sit.
“Take your underwear off. Oh, nice. You have a pretty dick. Very nice.”
Moments later mother was smearing the goop on the head of my penis, then making sounds of contentment as she circled the head of my dick with her fingers. She looked me right in the eye.
“You feel sooo nice. Warm, hard, shapely and sexy as hell.”
I’m just average size, so her words were music to my ears. I reached out to caress one of her breasts while she stroked me. It didn’t take long. The whole scene, the feel of her nipples, the sight of mother’s pale breasts jiggling, the sight of her in panties. I barely lasted two minutes, then erupted in a spurt that arched three feet in the air. More sperm oozed out and I screamed silently in bliss.
“Oh my God, the carpet” mom laughed. I’ll spray it with something tomorrow.
I asked if we could sleep together that night, but mom said nop.
“Too much has happened tonight for me to digest. I need to think about it. “
I was disappointed, but later went to my room later without protest. Mom took a shower and gave me a big hug afterwards before retiring.
I lay in bed in the dark thinking about the night, thinking about how lucky I was, how sexy it had been. I started to get hard again and was thinking about masturbating, but I fell asleep, probably with my dick in my hands.
Monday and Tuesday were just like any other, except for longer hugs goodnight. We never had that big talk about right or wrong. In fact nothing was even mentioned.
Wednesday was the same, too. I went to bed a little before 11. I had just fallen asleep when my mother came in and slipped under the covers besides me.
“I’ve missed you. I’ve missed your body and our closeness. I’ve missed the love, the touching. Do you mind?”
Of course I didn’t. I missed it too, but it wasn’t my decision.
“We don’t have to have sex” mom continued. “Is that okay”.
“Sure. I’m tired anyway.”
“Give me a hug” mom commanded. “Just a quick hug, then we can spoon and fall asleep.”
I gave mom a hug, but she never really let go. My hands slipped down her back and into her pajamas and the next thing I knew we were kissing and I was caressing the globes of her sweet ass. Our kissing became more and more passionate, and soon we were dueling with our tongues and mom moaned when I sucked her tongue deeply. Soon mother was lying atop me. We kissed passionately and my hands pulled her ass cheeks one way, then another, caressing them with relish.
I guess we forgot about sleep. I started to unbutton mother’s pajama top, but she finished the job excitedly. Moments later I was sucking her nipples. She gasped in pleasure. Deliriously, I went from one breast to the other, concentrating one minute on a nipple, the next sucking as much of her whole breast into my mouth as I could.
My right hand, which had been loving her ass cheeks, now slipped around to the front of my mother’s pajama bottoms. There was not only no resistance as I caressed her soft mound, she spread her legs for me as my fingers gently probed her. She jumped when I rubbed her clitoris accidentally, then sighed with pleasure as my middle finger found the right route into her vagina. I marveled at her heat and wetness, wiggling my finger loosely, then concentrating on the wall of her sex where I once had read the elusive G spot existed.
I don’t know if I found my mother’s G spot, but the combination of my probing finger and the pressure my hand was exerting on her clitoris was clearly turning her on. Big time. Her clitoris seemed like a firm little bud against my hand, and I loved the feel. She moaned loudly, pulled my head to her breasts and came lusciously a few short minutes later. What compares with a mother going crazy with lust, rubbing her pussy against your hand and coming loudly?
Nothing. Nothing I’ve ever experienced, anyway. I’ve had some nice sex with a few girlfriends, but this was way above that. It wasn’t just two people doing something pleasurable, it was like two souls connecting.
