A Massage for Mom's Headache
A simple neck massage became complicated.
This story is set in a small town in the UK and written in UK English.
All people depicted in this story are fictitious and over the age of 18.
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I could hear my parents again -- no, not doing that - arguing I meant.
As long as I can remember, my mom and dad have argued at home, but never in public. It is never violent, and it seems to have turned into a habit more than anything. A long time ago, I stopped listening to what it was about each time, and it became just a background noise. Why they do it I don't know.
My mom Kate, is my dad's second wife, and he is quite a bit older than her. She had me quite soon after they got married, so I am guessing that she is about 37, whereas he is more like in his late forties. They seem to get on fine, despite the arguing, but I would have thought it would be wearing to be disagreeing about everything.
She likes exercising, either at the local swimming pool, playing tennis, or running, and she seem to keep herself in good health that way. Dad prefers golf, and often goes off to play with his colleagues from work. He has asked me to go with him a few times, but it doesn't really hold much interest for me.
I have a good homelife, and being an only child, haven't really wanted for anything, as my dad has a good job, although he often works long hours.
My mom is a good cook, keeps the house tidy, provides clean clothes and a myriad of other things moms do, that we often take for granted. She dresses like most women of her age I guess, nothing too flashy, but always smart. Apart from that I can't say I observed her much, she was just my 'Mom'.
That opinion changed suddenly one day.
On my 18th birthday, that happened to fall on a weekend in the summer, Mom and Dad decided to give me a barbecue party in the evening. I invited some of my friends, and a few relatives turned up too. There was lots to eat, and now that I was legally allowed to drink, (not that it had stopped me before,) there were various beers and other drinks available.
The evening was in full swing and I was just walking across the lawn to go and chat to some relatives, when I saw two of my friends, their backs towards me, deep in conversation, their attention focussed towards the house. I overheard part of what they were saying and slowed down to catch more.
"His mom's a looker, isn't she?" Micky said.
"Yea, you're not wrong there, look at how that dress hugs her tight bottom." Chris replied, taking a swig of his beer, "and those tits don't sag do they. They're not as big as I like, but I wouldn't mind getting my hands on those," he chortled.
"I don't know what she sees in her old man, I bet I could satisfy her better," Micky replied, laughing quietly.
"I'd have a go too if she wasn't Pete's mom, she is definitely fit in more ways than one," he added.
"Oh, dream on," Mike retorted, "let's go and get some food before it all goes."
They started to saunter off towards the house, and I was just about to go and remonstrate with them, friends or not, for talking so disrespectfully about my mom like that, when I saw what they had been staring at.
I had an epiphany moment.
My mom was coming from the house carrying a plate of meat for the barbecue. Her tight red dress that ended mid-thigh, was rising and falling, exposing more and less thigh, as she carefully negotiated some steps. I could see that the back of her dress had criss-crossed thin straps, that then went over her shoulders, to hold the dress up, but her back was bare underneath that. It was low cut and straight across at the front, with just a hint of the top of her breasts and the valley in-between showing. She had matching shoes with a bit of a heel that gave her calves a great shape. I had never thought of my mom in this way before, but now I could see what they had meant, although that didn't really excuse how they had been talking.
No one was taking any notice of me as I continued to watch my mom. She walked more quickly back to the house now that she had been relieved of the plate. Her dark hair, just brushing her shoulders, swished back and forth and shone when it caught the light of the sun that was low in the sky now. As she climbed back up the few steps towards the kitchen door, her dress again slid way up each of her thighs, exposing her long toned legs, the dress tightly hugging the curves of her bottom.
I was a bit embarrassed that I was feeling my cock stir at the sight of her; I hadn't even thought about my mom in that way ever, and now I had seen her as a very sexy woman and not just a mom. I was a bit confused, but the sight had stirred my hormones and got me excited, so I decided to take a closer look at her around the house in the next few days.
I looked around to check no one was looking at me and wonder what I was staring at, but it was all clear, as most people were making their way to get some food, the aroma of which dragged me there too.
During the following days, I took much more notice of what my mom was wearing and tried surreptitiously to get any glimpse I could of more of her body. I increased the frequency and duration of our normal hugs, relishing the feel of her firm breasts squashed against me and wondering what they might look like.
One day, I thought I had gone too far. She was wearing her short, white, tennis skirt, that contrasted with, and showed, lots of tanned leg. She also had on a tight, white, tennis top, that clung to her breasts, the whole outfit making her look much younger.
"Pete," she said, after a slightly prolonged hug, "it's nice to be hugged now and then, but I don't think you know your own strength, you keep squashing me."
"Oh, sorry Mom, I errr, just wanted you to know how much I appreciate what you do for me, and I don't think I have shown it in the past." I said, making it up on the spot, and blushing a little at almost being found out.
"Well, that's nice of you to say so, you seem to be more mature since your birthday, it's good to see. Come here and give me another hug, but not so hard." she said, smiling and holding her arms open.
I moved into her arms and closed mine around her without squeezing too hard, rubbing my hands up and down her back. I could feel her firm breasts pushed against me, and her taut stomach touching mine. I felt my cock stirring, not just at the feeling, but at the thought of how close my body was to hers. I had to cut the hug short as I was sure my cock would rise to a full erection that she would easily feel, and that might take some explaining away.
"I'll see you later," she said, as I released her and she bent over to pick up her sports bag, inadvertently giving me a glimpse of her white tennis panties, then leaving the house.
I immediately went up to my room to fill a tissue, thoughts of her body and how it had touched mine, swirling round in my brain.
For the next few days, I heeded her warning and didn't push the hugging too much, although once, just before bedtime, I gave her a 'goodnight hug' when she was wearing only her short, thin, bathrobe and nightdress, and I am sure I felt her nipples against my chest through the layers, although maybe it was just my youthful lust deceiving me. I did however watch more closely and catch glimpses of more leg, and occasionally panties, if she didn't sit too carefully. All of this being fodder for my night time wanking sessions.
About two weeks later, on a Saturday, I surfaced at around 10 am and went down to get some breakfast in my usual baggy sleep-shorts and T shirt. I had heard them arguing again earlier, and didn't think anything of it, but found Mom by herself sitting at the kitchen table, still in her bathrobe. She had her elbows on the table supporting her head, and was massaging her temples with her fingers.
"Mom, are you ok?" I asked, as this was unusual.
"Yes, don't worry."
"Is Dad about?" I said, popping some bread into the toaster and pouring some coffee.
"No, he should be, but he's gone to play golf again, we were going to do something together today, but he seems to prefer golf ," she said, a bit peeved.
"Oh, emmm, well, is there anything I can do?" I offered.
"Not unless you can get rid of this headache," she replied, rubbing her fingers up and down the back of her neck.
"Can I get you some pain killers then?"
"Already taken a couple, just waiting for them to kick in."
I was quiet for a moment.
"Would you like me to massage your neck for a while, it might help," I ventured.
"Oh no, I don't want to bother you with it, I am sure you have things planned."
"No, really," I said, moving behind her, "let me see if it helps."
"You really don't mind?"
"Of course not," I said, placing my hands on her shoulders.
"Do you know what to do?"
"Well I'm not an expert, but how hard can it be."
"Ok," she said, "it's worth a try."
"Just sit up straight, close your eyes and let me do the work," I said.
I started by moving my fingers gently up into her hair, massaging her scalp, and wow, even I could feel how tight the skin was there. I used both hands, rotating my fingers and gently moving her scalp around.
After few minutes, she seemed to relax a little, " Hmmm, you're not bad at this, that feels really good," she said, quietly.
"Don't talk, just relax and think nice thoughts," I instructed her.
As my fingers moved around through her hair, the movement sent occasional smells of fresh coconut shampoo wafting around. It was a nice clean smell, that coming from a woman's hair, in itself, was slightly sensuous.
I moved down towards her neck, noticing for the first time that it was long and slender, sloping gently down to her shoulders as if it had been carefully crafted. I ran my fingers down each side then back up to her temples, rotating them all the time.
"Mmmm," she sighed.
I knew then that what I was doing was on the right path, so I continued with that for a while.
As I stood there behind her, putting a little more pressure from my fingers onto her neck, I looked down over her shoulder, and I suddenly realised that her bathrobe had bunched a little at the front. I could see down to where the tops of her breasts, partially covered by the top of her lacy nightdress, were just visible in the shadows. My cock instantly started to stir, but I wasn't too worried, as I was behind her, and she wouldn't be able to see. Touching her skin so intimately was having as much of an exciting effect on me, as it was having a relaxing one on her.
The trouble is that that stirring also awoke a little voice in my head that said, 'why don't you massage her shoulders, she is enjoying it, she won't mind, you might be able to see more'.
I didn't think that was too bad an idea, after all it would just be shoulders, nothing more.
Gingerly, I extended my massaging fingers down and under her bathrobe across her shoulders, teasing the tight muscles either side of her neck. She still sat there with her eyes apparently closed and didn't react in any way.
My cock got harder and the voice spoke again, 'go on, you can go further, slip it off her shoulders so you can do it properly, she'll understand'.
With some trepidation, I eased one side of her bathrobe off her shoulder and halfway down the top of her arm.
That got a reaction
"Why have you done that?"
"I just thought that your shoulders feel so tight, and I can't get at them with it in the way, I don't have to do that if you don't want," I said, giving her the option.
"Oh I see, hmmm, well you are doing a great job and I am feeling much more relaxed," she said, "so I'll slip both of them down just a bit," she added, loosening her belt and shuffling her shoulders, until both were bare apart from the thin straps of her nightdress.
"Is it ok," I mumbled, "if I err, just push these there too?" I asked, carefully sliding both thin straps to where her bathrobe was off her shoulders.
"It feels like you have anyway," she said, light-heartedly, "but no more."
As I started on her shoulders and across the small piece of exposed back, I again looked down her front. Now I could clearly see the valley between her breasts and the slight swell as they separated. The lacy top of her nightdress still covered most of them, but straining to see in the dim light down there, I fancied there was a hint of something darker, lower down, that I could discern through the semi-transparent lace. I wondered if it was part of her nipple or the area surrounding it.
"Everything ok?" she asked, and I realised that I was so intent on looking, that I had stopped massaging for a moment.
"Yes, yes," I stuttered, " I was just, just thinking how smooth your skin is," I bluffed.
"For my age you mean?" she said, as a faint blush crept up her neck, and I felt she was smiling.
"Nooo, of course not," I emphasised, and resumed moving my hands across her shoulders, trying to find any tight muscles.
It was a new experience to be touching my mom's skin so intimately. I know, it was only her shoulders, but it felt like a part of her body I shouldn't be touching, and my cock thought the same, pressing hard against the chair back through my sleep shorts, I found I could get a little friction against it if I moved surreptitiously back and forth a little.
The voice was back, 'go on then, move your hands further down, she is enjoying it, she won't mind, but if she does, she will tell you to stop...go on.. try it'.
I wasn't sure if I should, it might cause all sorts of problems, but I was excited and the voice was persuasive. I want to see if she would let me touch more.
After a few more moments had past, I plucked up the courage to slide my hand over her shoulder and massage her upper chest, just below her collar bone, moving my fingers amongst the small muscles there.
"Err, I don't think my headache is there," she said, in a slightly jokey way.
"Well," I said, with a dry mouth, clearing my throat, "I think I read somewhere or saw some bit of a video that said the neck muscles extend around here and it helps to release the tension."
"I don't know," she said, "but it sounds like it might be true, it certainly feels like it is all connected."
She said no more, so I continued to move my hands across and around, making sure I didn't go too far down, but relishing the feel of her skin under my fingers. I was getting enough friction against my cock from the chair back to make it feel really good, and was letting my imagination take me to where I might be actually rubbing her breasts and nipples.
Was I actually hearing a voice or was it just my thoughts, 'why not do it then, go further down, you know you want to, she is loving it, she likes it...go on, see what happens'.
Should I , I argued with myself, I was so turned on, it made sense that she was letting me go this far, so maybe...
Trembling slightly, I moved my hands further down, light as a feather, brushing the lacy top of her nightdress and when I got no reaction, I let my finger just slip under it an inch.
Now I could feel where the small muscles of her upper chest changed to the softer beginnings of her breast. My fingers brushed over the slight dip where the valley between them started. I thought that at any moment she would stop me, but all I could hear was her slightly faster breathing, her head lying back against me over the back of the chair.
As I moved my hands to the side, I could feel the start of the swell of her warm breasts, and knew I could only be about a fingers length from the area where her nipples must be. I looked harder down there, and was sure that now there were bumps pressing outwards against the thin material of her nightgown. I realised that they must be her nipples, and that they were now erect.
Oh God, I was almost touching her breasts, her nipples had become erect, and she was not stopping me.
Slowly, I inched my way down, with the pretence of the massage keeping us both outside of any deliberate sexual touching.
My finger had just touched a slight bumpy bit of skin, different to the rest, when she jumped.
"What's that noise?" she said, startled.
I heard the sound of tyres on gravel, and looking up and out of the kitchen window that faced the driveway, I saw my dad's car pulling onto the drive.
Damn, damn, damn, I thought, quickly pulling my hands from my mom's nightdress.
"He must have changed his mind," my mom said, in what sounded like a slightly annoyed voice, "I expect your toast is cold now, but you had better take to your room. Thank you for that massage, my headache is so much better, I didn't know you were that good, I'll have to call on you again when I get another one," she added, straight-faced.
"Sure," I said, "anytime," turning to hide my erection, as I picked up my plate and cold coffee to leave the room, "glad I could be of some use."
She turned and looked me in the eye, giving me a slightly strange look.
I went straight up to my room, and just before closing the door, heard the outside door downstairs close and some sort of conversation going on in the kitchen.
Ignoring my cold breakfast, I started to relieve my aching cock. The thoughts of how close I had come to touching my mom's nipples fresh in my head. Damn, I was so near to them and I wondered if she would have let me, but in my fantasy, she did of course, and it wasn't long before long ropes of fresh cum were spewing into the tissue I had ready.
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The next few days were just like any other. Mom never said or hinted at anything to do with that morning and I hugged her as before without any change in her attitude. It seemed as though it was a one off that she either didn't think significant, or didn't want to think about. I didn't know which, so I didn't mention it either.
The following Saturday, I was enjoying a longer stay in bed than during the week, when unusually there was a knock on my bedroom door.
"Are you decent?" I heard my mom say, from behind the door.
"Umm, yea, you can come in."
There was a slight delay, then my mom came into the bedroom, closing the door behind her.
"I'm sorry to disturb your lie-in," she began, "but I have a bad headache again, and your dad has had to go into work today, so I can't ask him."
"Errr, ask him what?" I said a bit sleepily, rubbing my eyes awake.
"If he would massage my neck a bit to help me get rid of it."
"Oh, yes, I see," I said, understanding dawning now.
"I don't like taking too many pain killers, so I asked at the Chemist's shop if there was an alternative, and they recommended one of those essential oils, lavender they said," she paused. "They said that the smell, as well as gently massaging it into the affected area was often very beneficial, so I bought some to try."
"Hmm, ok, that sounds a good idea." I said, still wondering why she was telling me.
"Yes, well, I have tried massaging it myself, but it is not easy, so, I was wondering, as you did such a good job last time, if you wouldn't mind helping me again," she finished, blushing slightly.
Now that I was more awake, I noticed as she was talking, that she had a bottle of something in her hand. She had her short bathrobe pulled tightly round her, covering down to just above her knees, and with just a small amount of her nightdress showing at the bottom and in the 'V' near her neck.
"You have to just add a few drops to a massage oil," she continued quickly, "which I have done." She held up the small bottle. "But it will be a bit oily."
"You want to do it now? I asked, thoughts already starting to form in my head about touching her again.
"If you really don't mind," she replied, "here is as good as anywhere I think."
I didn't want to appear too eager, but I also didn't want to pass this opportunity by. "Yes, I am glad to help, but I only have my sleep-shorts and T shirt on."
"Oh, that's ok, if any oil goes on them, I can wash them easily," she said, not really getting the point.
"I'll err, just go and wash my hands," I said, starting to slip out of bed, making sure nothing was showing and heading for the door.
"Bring one of the bath towels back, we can lay it on the bed to protect it." she said, pragmatically.
"Ok, I won't be long, I said over my shoulder, realising that I needed to empty my full bladder too.
I did what I had to do, made sure my hands were clean, and made my way back to my room carrying the towel, as instructed.
Mom was sitting on the bed, rubbing the back of her neck, but stood up when she saw me.
"I was thinking we could lay this on the bed here," she said, taking the towel from me and spreading it longwise, along the edge of the bed.
I watched, standing there in just my sleep shorts and T shirt, as she spread it out with her hands, her bathrobe riding higher up the back of her legs as she stretched out to flatten the furthest edge. My cock was already stirring at the sight and the thought that my mom was here in my bedroom in her nightclothes, asking me to again massage her skin. I tried hard to think of something else to stop myself getting a huge erection that she might see.
"That's good now," she said, totally oblivious to my state, satisfied that the towel covered the area where oil might reach. "Shall I just lie on my front like this? she asked, climbing onto the bed with her knees, then arranging herself parallel to the edge of the bed.
"I guess that'll work," I said, "but.."
"What?"
"Well, ummm, I can't easily use something oily with your bathrobe right on your neck," I said, truthfully.
"Hmm, no, that's true, of course, just help me slip it down past my shoulders like last time, I am sure that will be enough," she replied, putting her hands underneath her to loosen the waist tie.
Happy to oblige, I leaned down and slid both sides down from her shoulders, taking the nightdress straps with it. I kept sliding it down her arms, exposing more of her back.
"I think that's enough for now," she commented, when she felt the cooler air on her bare shoulders and half of her back. "The mixture is on the bedside table there, I hope it, and your hands, are not too cold," she said, jokingly.
I had managed to expose more skin than last time, and I was starting to feel excited at the thought of my fingers on her. I poured a little oil into one hand and let it warm up a little, then rubbing my hands together briefly, started to massage her exposed slim neck.
I have to admit, it did smell nice and I could see how it would be relaxing. As I gently rubbed around her neck area and down onto her shoulders, the warmth from her skin made it smell even stronger. As before, I could feel all the tension in her tight muscles, but gradually, as I pressed a little harder, I felt some of them begin to ease.
"Mmm, yes, that's feeling a little better already," Mom said quietly, her forehead buried in one of my pillows, "keep doing that for a while if you can."
It was fortunate that to keep her head straight and her neck exposed, she had her head in my pillow, as by now, regardless of how I tried to control it, my cock was rock hard and vertical, attempting to escape through the top of my shorts.
Gradually I eased my massage lower down her back, always returning to her shoulders, but also spreading out sideways.
Mom just lay there, obviously more relaxed. I guessed that the combination of the lavender oil and my hand motion was doing the trick for her. I continued my ministrations putting a little more pressure on my fingers, and now covering the whole of the exposed area of skin.
'Why don't you see if you can pull her clothes down a bit further?' the voice in my head whispered.
It would be good if I could I thought, but would she stop me, would she be mad, I wasn't sure I should even try?
'You could try,' it said immediately, 'what's the worst that can happen, she just stops you, it's not a big deal is it?'
Hmm, put that way, I was starting to think it was worth trying.
Mom gave a gentle sigh of contentment and that swung it for me.
Wiping the ends of my fingers on the towel, I gripped the edges of her bathrobe that were resting halfway down her arms and attempted to pull it further down.
"What are you trying to do," she asked, after a few moments.
"I just thought I could feel a lot of tension a bit lower down that I could try to release," I said, making it all up to sound plausible, "but I don't want to get your clothes covered in this oil," I finished, knowing it was a meek excuse in truth.
"Oh, I am not sure that's necessary really," she started, then paused, obviously thinking about it, "but I am feeling much better from what you are doing, and I wouldn't mind a little more, if your hands aren't too tired?"
"No, I'm fine," I said, wondering how I could persuade her, "it was just a thought that it might help more, it doesn't matter."
"Ok then, how about I just take my arms out of the sleeves, and then it will pull down to my waist, would that give you enough room?"
"Emmm, yes, if you are ok with it," I stuttered, hardly believing my luck.
'See I told you,' the voice said, as I helped my mom free her arms and fold the robe down as far as her waist.
My cock was still rock hard and weeping a few drops of pre-cum, that was being soaked up by my loose T shirt covering the swollen head from view.
"Have you changed you mind?" Mom suddenly asked, as I hadn't touched her back.
"No, of course not, but..."
"But what?"
"Well, your back is still covered by your night thing." I said.
"Right, yes of course." She paused, thinking again. "In for a penny," she continued, "just do the same as with the robe then."
She obviously wanted this massage, and was giving me access to her whole back, but of more interest to me, it meant that her breasts would be bare against my bed, and I wondered how much I might get to see, or even touch, if I was a bit 'careless'.
She lifted up slightly so that the nightdress straps could be pulled down and off her arms, and then the top pulled down to match the robe at her waist. She then lay back down, putting her arms up so she could rest her forehead on them. With her stretched this way, I could see her cleanly shaved armpits and the sides of the curve of her breasts just visible at each side.
I quickly got to work spreading the fragrant oil over her back, and using my fingers to move up and down her spine, then out towards each side. I added a little more pressure in stages, until I could feel the muscles rippling under my fingers.
"Mmmm, oh that's so nice and soothing," she said quietly, "it seems you have a natural talent for this."
"Good," I replied, "as long as it is working."
"It is, but don't get too tired, you can stop whenever you feel like it."
My back was beginning to ache a little from bending over, but I had no intention of stopping just yet; touching my mom's skin in this way was very sensuous, and I wondered if I could move my hands round to the sides a little more, to where her breasts were.
'Of course you can,' the persuasive voice in my head encouraged me.
I thought I would see how she would react if I tried something else first.
"Mom, is it ok if I just straddle your legs so I can carry on, only this position is a bit awkward to do the whole of your back?"
"If it is easier for you, that's ok," she said, a little dreamily I thought.
Without hardly breaking my massage, I climbed onto the bed and put my knees outside her thighs, then slowly sat down, making sure not to put too much weight on the back of her legs.
With her robe ending just below her knees, I could feel the skin of her lower legs directly against mine. It felt very erotic to be stroking the bare skin of her back with our legs touching, and my hard cock only a short distance away from her bottom.
Now that I could lean forwards and slide my hands up her back and down the sides more easily, I gradually extended the sideways range, until my fingers were just grazing the edges of her breasts.
She didn't react, but the voice did, 'Touch them a bit more, she likes it,' it said in my head.
I wanted to, but dare I? I didn't want to ruin it completely if she got mad at me.
Tentatively and with slightly trembling hands, I risked it and firmly stroked along the side of her breasts, feeling the difference in softness and the warmth emanating even from the just the sides of them.
I heard an intake of breath from Mom, and expected a tirade of accusations, or at least an end to the massage, but apart from the loud breath, she didn't do anything. I didn't know what to think, surely she wasn't going to let me fondle her breasts -- was she? 'Try it again, do a bit more, see what she does,' I heard, or thought I heard, from within my head.
I did it.
Instead of running my hands up the centre of her back, I slid them up the sides. My fingers were just between her body and the towel on the bed. As expected, I soon encountered her breasts, then continued on up, dragging my fingers over more of them. I felt the texture change as just the very tips of my fingers skimmed her areola and nipples.
Another intake of breath.
I was trembling and breathing a bit quicker too, probably the adrenaline pumping through my system with the fear of what she might do when she felt me groping her.
To my astonishment, she still didn't do anything, and let me do the same when I moved my hands back down her sides. I wanted to try more on the next stroke, and could hardly believe it when I felt her just raise her body slightly, so that her full weight wasn't squashing them onto the towel as much.
My hands were able to go further under her now, and neither of us could be in any doubt about what I was about to do, as I moved them up and passed them completely over her breasts, feeling her hard nipples against each of my fingers in turn.
Christ, I was touching my mom's nipples, and she was letting me; it was far more than I had thought would happen. I felt my cock pulse and I was scared I might come, I was so excited.
Apart from our rapid breathing, the silence was deafening.
Without any pretence of massaging her back now, I slid my hands under her front at each side taking my weight on my forearms, cupping both her breasts in my hands. I found her nipples and gently explored them with my thumb and forefinger, teasing the hard nubs.
She sighed more loudly, but didn't make any other acknowledgement. I was in lustful heaven.
Lying on my forearms had brought my hard cock to rest against her bottom. There were of course several layers of clothes between us, but the urge to move my hips and rub it against her was almost overwhelming. I didn't know if she could feel it resting there through them, but if she did, she didn't say or do anything.
As I lay almost on top of her, my hormone fuelled thoughts were to rip off her robe and plunge my cock up to the hilt in her, but I couldn't allow even my mischievous and devious voice to persuade me to go that far. So, surreptitiously, I just moved my body gently, so that my cock-head got some friction, although it was only through our clothes. I was sure I could just feel the slightest movement of my mom's hips, but it could have just been my trembling that made it feel that way.
At any moment I thought she would call a halt, but after several minutes of feeling, touching, teasing and cupping her firm breasts and nipples, she hadn't said a word. and apart from the occasional quiet sigh, not made a sound.
I really wanted to see what I was touching, but I didn't know how to get to that stage, and I was scared that if I broke the spell, it would be all over.
'Ask her to turn over so you can do her front,' I heard .
No, I couldn't do that, she would be naked to the waist I am sure she won't go that far.
'Are you such a wimp?' it said.
I was still enjoying the slight friction on my cock and the warmth of her breasts in my hands, with my thoughts in turmoil about what to do. I knew we wouldn't be disturbed for a long while as Dad usually stayed in the Golf Club for a drink after his game, so it might be hours yet. I wondered if Mom was as relaxed as she was because she knew that too.
'Go on, ask her' it persisted, so persuasive, my level of arousal by now making anything seem possible.
"Mom," I said quietly, my heart in mouth, "could you turn over so I can loosen those muscles too."
I waited for the outburst and the end to our game.
"Hmm. I am not sure I should let you see me like that, it's not really right," she said slowly, almost as though she was reluctant to say no.
"It's ok. I just thought you might like to feel even more relaxed, it seems as though this oil is working," I countered, "but only if you aren't too uncomfortable with it," I finished, putting the onus on her to make the decision.
I carried on just gently tweaking her nipples, she still hadn't told me to stop or anything.
Silence, just her heavy breathing.
"If I do, you wouldn't... ummm.. hint, or tell anyone, your friends, or anybody, especially your dad?"
"No, of course not, I wouldn't do that to you," I said gently, and meant it. Tell my dad, definitely not.
"Well, it is very relaxing and as you have been massaging certain bits of me for a while, I guess it is not much different if you can see," she said, "but it is just between us, you have to promise."
"Of course I promise," I said.
"I'm still not really sure I should be doing this, but lift up a bit so that I can turn over ."
She was actually going to do it, she was gong to let me see and no doubt feel her breasts even more. I could hardly get my head around it. It was more than I had anticipated.
I withdrew my hands and arms from under her and lifted up on my knees, making sure my solid cock was hidden under my T shirt.
She slowly rolled over onto her back, but with her hands over her breasts. I sat back down, now covering the front of her thighs.
Time stood still for us both as without a word, she made a final decision.
Closing her eyes, she slowly let her arms slide to her sides, exposing her breasts to me.
I stared at them. Round and firm, the skin reddened from the manipulation I had been giving them. Her nipples, perched towards the top of the mounds, stood up dark red, surrounded by a even darker areola, with little bumps and marks.
Coming out of my trance, I warmed some more oil in my hands and without any further pretence, spread the oil onto her breasts, sliding my hands around and under, lifting them slightly and then letting the nipples pass between my fingers stretching them at every opportunity.
Mom opened her mouth a little to gasp in more air as I moved my hands and fingers across and around every inch. I was so excited that with one hand I quickly rubbed my cock a few times just to ease the tension building there. I looked down and realised that if my cock was out of my shorts, it would be lying on where Mom's mound would be, but to actually achieve that, seemed so impossible, that I could only imagine what it might feel like.
I teased the nipples more and stretched them gently with my oily fingers, tracing round her areola, feeling the little raised bumps there. I could see she was enjoying what I was doing, and I kept feeling her thighs, that were between mine, just contract now and then, as if squeezing an imagined something in-between them.
I didn't confine myself just to her breasts, as now that I had access, I also massaged down over her flat stomach to the point where her robe and nightdress were bunched at her waist.
'Go on, go a bit lower, under her robe see what happens,' that voice coaxed me.
Once again, I didn't think I dare do that. I had already got much further than I ever thought I would and Mom seemed to be enjoying it as much as me. She was lying there, her breathing fast, hardly concealed tiny moans escaping from her mouth from time to time, but staying aloof and not participating, as if by doing that she could keep this in the 'massage' rather than 'sexual' domain.
'Well at least open her robe,' it insisted.
Could I?
What would she say or do?
Will she call a halt if she thinks it has all gone too far?
My cock was almost hurting it was so hard. I could feel that the precum had leaked and soaked the part of my T shirt that was hiding it. I stroked it again a couple of times, but knew if I did much more than that I would come all over her, my excitement was at such a level.
I wondered if the voice was right, I really wanted more and it knew it, but I admit I was scared. I made up my mind to just try a little something that wouldn't look too blatant.
With one hand I continued to go from breast to breast, while the other I used on her stomach, going round and sideways to her hips and back. On the next pass, I let my fingers go below her belly button and under her robe and nightdress.
I felt Mom stiffen for a few milliseconds, then I heard almost a moan.
I did it again, watching Mom's face for any reaction, but she kept her eyes shut, her arms still at her sides.
I was just going for a slightly deeper try when, "You are going to get my clothes oily if you do that," she said, slowly and dozily.
'Now's your chance,' the voice prompted.
"Ah, yes... sorry, I wasn't thinking," I said.
Then with the courage I didn't feel, and my heart in my mouth, I simultaneously pulled her robe apart saying, "I'll just move them a little out of the way then."
"Hey," she said, sharply, a little more awake, "I didn't really mean that."
"Oh, I just thought ...well, that was what you meant," I tried, very nervous now.
"I'm sorry," she said, "I didn't mean to snap, I just didn't expect it," she added. She opened her eyes and looked down her body, "I don't expect much harm has been done." She closed her eyes again.
She was quiet for a moment and I didn't know whether to continue or not.
The expressions I could see passing over her face, looked to me as though she was debating something with herself, or trying to decide something.
"As you've moved my robe out of the way, I guess you had better make sure you don't get any on my expensive silk nightgown," was all she said, quietly.
What did that mean?
Did she just want me to avoid it and be careful or...?
'Go on then, pull it down a bit,' I heard the voice say.
What really? Do you think she will let me?
'Only one way to find out,' it said, almost mockingly.
I looked down at what I could now see with the robe no longer covering her. The silk nightdress was moulded to the deep 'V' from her hips, down to where her thighs met, and where her pussy would be. Her figure looked almost painted in the fine silk material. I couldn't see a panty line, and didn't know if she slept in them, but it might not necessarily have been visible, I thought.
'What are you waiting for,' the voice pestered me.
It seems when you read this, as though those thoughts and my inner conversations took a long time, but in reality it was maybe only one or two seconds at the most.
Once more, not knowing if this is what she meant, I took hold of the nightdress at her waist and with trembling hands attempted to pull it down a little, but she was lying on it, and it hardly budged.
Then to my surprise, she subtly raised her back and bottom off the bed, just enough for me to slip the nightdress down until the bunched up part was lying just above where her mound started.
Ohhh God, she was almost naked, lying in front of me, just that flimsy bit of silk stopping me seeing all of her. I looked carefully at where the silky material stopped and could just make out a few dark hairs peeking out. Shit, I could see her pubic hair I thought, my face hot and flustered.
I returned to the so called massage, although I was sure now that it was more than that, but neither of us was going to say it.
The fingers of one hand went back to gyrating over her breasts and nipples, slick now with the oil, while my other gently rubbed around her lower stomach, and fractionally under the silk nightdress, brushing the top of her public hair, where I could feel the start of her mound. She obviously didn't sleep with panties on.
"Mmmm," she sighed.
I felt her thighs move again, rubbing together.
I went even lower with my fingers, definitely sliding through the top of her pubic hair now; it felt as though my whole body was full of electricity, and my trembling increase.
"I'm not sure you should be going much further," Mom said quietly, but made no effort to stop me.
"Is it ummm, relaxing you," I asked, tentatively, continuing to let my hands wander all over the bare skin on the front of her body.
She didn't immediately reply, but then said, "It is, but I shouldn't be letting you do even this."
I had the horrible feeling we were at her limit and she was about to stop what we were doing, and as close as I was to touching her most private part, it would all end.
"It's ok Mom, we agreed no one else would know." I cajoled her, "so if you are enjoying it..."
"I know, but if anyone ever did find out, we could both be in real trouble."
"They won't, I have promised," I said, desperate now to make sure we didn't stop.
"I know you have...Ohh mmmm." my fingers had fleetingly just gone even further down her mound, under the silk.
"Oh hell," she murmured, "I don't know what I should do," almost talking to herself, and biting her lip.
"Just let me make you feel good Mom, and you can stop me whenever you feel you have to," I coaxed, hoping she wouldn't.
She let me tease her nipples some more and still didn't stop me when I let my other hand delve even further under her nightdress. Even when I manoeuvred my hand, so that it pushed the silky nightdress further down over her mound, so that I could now plainly see half of her dark triangle disappearing downwards, she didn't move or say anything, except to exhale more loudly.
'You're nearly there,' the voice piped up, 'just a bit further.'
My excitement and whatever chemicals were now flowing around my body were damping down my inhibitions and making me more courageous than I would normally be. I did as the voice said and pushed my fingers lower, feeling them brush over the edges of her mound, and the slight dip in the centre, where her pussy lips began.
She moaned louder this time, and I saw her hands grip the sheet and then let go.
Feeling even more brave, and knowing she couldn't see, I pulled the lose elastic of my sleep shorts down and under my now exposed balls, freeing my hard, rampant, cock to the fresh air. I was then able to give it a few strokes with my oily fingers, with only a brief interruption to massaging her body. The pre-cum was flowing out of the end, covering the large purple head and running down the length of my cock. Now I could see the start of Mom's pussy and my cock, only inches away.
I pushed the material even further down with the back of my hand the next time I stroked her, and finally her slit came into view. The dark triangle went down between her closed thighs, but her plumped up labia were clear to see.
She must have felt the cooler air on her now exposed mound.
"Do you think we should stop now?" she asked, moving her legs slightly, more a question than a statement.
"I'm ok, if you are," I said, hoping that was the right answer, not pausing my hands.
"I am sure you don't want to see your old mom's body, son." Again, more of a question.
"Your skin is lovely and smooth and with all the exercise you get, your muscles are very firm and you look much younger than your age," I flattered her.
I saw her start to blush.
"Really, you think that," she said, disbelievingly.
"Absolutely," I confirmed.
"Ohh, I didn't realise," she sort of mused.
'Go on, quickly, now,' the voice said.
I knew what it meant this time and I gently, but firmly, let my middle finger dip down into her slit, feeling the sudden wetness that was there, that was certainly not oil.
"OHHHhhhhh, ahhhh," she uttered, her mouth opening wider, "oh I don't know, I don't know about this, we can't..."
"Shhh," I quietened her, sliding my middle finger up and down between her pussy lips, rubbing the whole length against her engorged clit. Her wetness was a real giveaway and she unconsciously opened her legs a little forcing me, sitting astride her, to open mine somewhat, to accommodate her.
"But we shouldn't...Ohhh," as I found her entrance and was now able to push my finger a little way inside her.
I was trembling like a leaf, I had my finger just inside my mom's vagina and she wasn't trying to stop me. I didn't think when I started to massage away her headache, it would go this far.
While I squeezed her nipples a bit harder, I gradually worked my finger deeper inside her. I saw her hand flutter up indecisively to my wrist as if to stop me, but then drop back onto the bed, as she gave another great sigh. She was very wet and I could feel the heat of her folds tightly wrapped around my probing finger.
With my finger moving slowly in and out now, I used my other hand to massage my aching cock, leaving her nipples standing proud and erect but unattended.
"This is sooo wrong," she whispered, "but you are making me feel soooo good, ahhh...ahh..." I had found a sensitive spot inside her and she gripped the sheet again.
Continuing to finger fuck her, I used my other hand to pull the folds of the nightdress right down so it was lying across her thighs. She either didn't notice or didn't think it made any difference now, as she didn't acknowledge it at all.
At last I got a good look at her pussy and could see my finger going in and out between her engorged pink lips, glistening with her juices. Her dark pubic hair was fairly short and trimmed to her bikini line, but was now damp and lying flat. I used the thumb and forefinger of my free hand to open her labia to expose her clit at the apex, the hood fully retracted and the darker pink nub protruding like a tiny penis.
"I'm sure this is too far," she whimpered, "I've let you cross too many lines already," but still she did nothing to stop me.
"We are the only ones that will know," I whispered back, conspiratorially.
"I know, I know.. but.."
I silenced her by easing another finger into her and flicking her clit with the fingers of my other hand
"Oh yes, mmmmm," she hissed.
With my fingers curled up inside her, hitting her sensitive spot, I tried to ease her legs apart a little more, but was hampered by my own knees either side of her. Quickly I lifted up one of my knees and pressed it between hers, forcing her to open them to allow it between them.
"Ww...what are you doing," she asked nervously.
I was ready with my answer this time. "Sorry, I was getting cramp I am just getting more comfortable." I said, wondering if she would challenge what was obviously a feeble excuse.
"Oh," was all she said.
"I'm just going to move the other one too." I added, as I swung the other knee over her leg into the middle, forcing her to open hers to the limit of where the nightgown was now stretched across her thighs. My knees were now on top of the silky material, pressing it down, effectively pinning her legs open.
Her legs were now wide enough that I could see right down to where her pussy lips stopped and the skin started that went down under her bottom. I used both hands, one to continue finger fucking her slowly, and the other to stroke around her mound, occasionally smearing the free flowing juices over her erect clit, causing her to move her hips upwards and also grip the sheet more tightly with her hands.
Intermittently, I also stroked my cock with that hand, although not too much, because it had become very sensitive as it does when I am very close to coming, and I didn't want this to end just yet.
I could see my mom had almost given up with her conscience about what were doing, but wasn't sure if there was still a final limit to how far she would let us go.
'You could find out,' the voice teased, 'just touch her with your cock, you know you want to.'
I did, I really did, but even I wondered if that was a line we shouldn't cross.
'Look how much she wants it,' it said, sneakily.
I was under its spell now, I had got this far, not even through any sort of plan; it had just happened. Perhaps, I thought, easing my own conscience, it had 'just happened' for my mom too, or had she wanted something less to happen, but had got carried away?
'Go on, go on, just let your cock touch her pussy lips, at least you will know your cock has actually touched your mom's pussy, just think how that will feel,' it continued to plague me.
I wanted to, I wanted to.
Holding my cock pointing downwards with one hand, I slowly removed the fingers of the other hand from inside my mom's pussy with a sucking, squelching, sound. Quickly I pulled back my foreskin and pressed the head of my cock downwards just between her lips so that they folded around it. The feeling was electrifying, my cock twitched at the contact.
Looking down, I could see my large, deep red, cock-head dripping pre-cum, enveloped by those warm wet lips on either side. I saw some of the liquid run down between her lips.
"That's not your...is it?" Mom said, slightly panicky I thought.
"I just thought it would feel nice," I tried.
"I know, I know, but we shouldn't son, what you were doing before is one thing, and more than I should have allowed anyway, but it's nearly, you know..."
"Just feel it there for a few minutes," I almost begged.
I noticed she was trembling a little too, whether that was fear about how far she had let it go, or excitement, I didn't know.
Carefully, I slid my cock up the slit until the head bumped into her clit. She moaned out loud this time as she knew what was touching her. Two 'penises' touching.
A jolt went through her and I felt something similar. My cock was against my mom's pussy and rubbing on her clit, it was almost enough to make any guy come. She even started to move her hips so that as I held it there, my cock-head rubbed over and around her button. She was also getting wetter down there.
I had lost all pretence now, and tried to press it down further to where I knew her entrance was, but the angle didn't seem to be quite right, and although I could feel the head nudge it now and then as it moved up and down between her labia, I couldn't quite get it aligned.
After trying a few times and still feeling mom pushing her hips at me , I shuffled forwards just a couple of inches.
That did it.
As her hips came up, I pushed my cock head down and felt the indent of her entrance. I moved my hips as far forwards as our cramped position would allow and felt the head slip past her lips, just inside her vagina.
Mom stopped moving instantly.
"What... are you...inside me?" she gasped.
"Only just," I replied breathlessly, wishing it was more, but knew it wouldn't go in further.
"Oh no," she said, "we shouldn't, it's my fault, I shouldn't have let it go this far, what must you think of me."
I saw a tear run down each cheek.
"I think you're lovely and wonderful and sexy and attractive." I said, using all the adjectives I could.
"But I think this will ruin our relationship forever," she gave a small sob.
"No, don't think that."
We both stayed still, the head of my cock just inside her pussy, her otherwise naked body in front of me.
"But," she sobbed, "its been a long time since your father paid me as much attention, and you, you are so kind and gentle, I just .. oh no, I shouldn't have."
I didn't know what to do; kneeling between my mothers thighs, my cock partially embedded in her. I hated to see her so upset, but I sort of knew she did want me, even though her conscience was getting in the way.
I slid my knees down, keeping my cock nestled between her pussy lips, just in her entrance, and gradually
lay on top of her, between her legs, supported on my elbows, but flattening her breasts to my chest, so that our faces were on the same level. I wiped the tears away with my fingers.
"It's ok," I said quietly, "nothing will change, it's just between us, neither of us will breathe a word to anyone."
"But we will know, don't you think you will despise me later," she said, another tear making its way down her cheek.
"No, no, I didn't expect this either, but now..." I kissed her cheek and licked up the tear, a strong saltiness on my tongue.
She put her arms around me an stroked my hair, while all the time the head of my cock rested just within her.
Putting her hands either side of my face, she pulled my head gently around until we were looking eye to eye.
"You're sure about this?" she said, her eyes looking left and right at mine.
I nodded.
There was a slight pause, and then simultaneously she kissed me on the lips and lifted her hips.
Oh my God, I felt my cock slip deeper into her.
I moved a little higher up the bed and felt my cock slide slowly into her tight, warm, channel. I didn't know what to expect as I hadn't done this before. Although she had been through childbirth, my birth, she was very tight, and my cock was a snug fit, so perhaps all that exercise had worked on those muscles too.
One final movement from both of us, and I was inside her as far as I could go, my balls up against the bottom of her pussy.
She sighed loudly, "That feels so good, I can feel you deep inside where you came from, like a part of me, as you were once before." Another tear rolled down her cheek.
She opened her mouth and pressed her tongue against my lips. I let her in and our tongues met, sliding over one another, curling round tentatively touching and leaping apart.
I couldn't believe I was inside my sexy Mom, and she wanted it.
"Is this the first time," she whispered very quietly, her eyes sparkling, as she momentarily broke our kiss.
I nodded, slightly embarrassed.
She held me more firmly with her arms around my back, pulling me to her.
"Lets try moving, but just go slow," she said.
I pulled back slowly with my hips, letting my cock slide almost out of her, then pushed back until I bottomed out.
"Yes, just like that," she hissed.
I did it again, and again, fucking my mom slowly, my body wanting to go faster, but feeling that I would come any second if I did, just from knowing where my cock was.
She must have been feeling the same, because although her legs were pinned to the bed by my weight on her nightdress, her hips were free and came up to meet me on every thrust.
We did start to go faster, our panting matching each other.
I quickly began to feel the familiar tingling deep down that I had so often generated with my own hand at night, but this was different. It was more like a pressure build up that couldn't be stopped. If Dad had walked in right now, I still couldn't have stopped.
I was thrusting as far inside her as I could and she was helping to get me there with her own thrusts meeting mine. She was moaning and pulling me tighter against her.
"Mom, I have to.. I need to pull..."
"No," she said, breathlessly but firmly, "it's your first time, I want you to come inside me."
"I can?" I asked incredulously, also almost out of breath, "you're sure?"
"Yes, yes."
The thought of filling my mom with my cum, just took me over the edge, and so I did.
I felt the pulses travel up my cock from the very depths of where it was being pumped from. I pushed into her as far and as hard as I could, feeling the head bump on something deep inside and I held it there, as I spewed my cum deep into her.
She must have been almost there too, because as soon as she felt the first couple of splashes, she arched her back and cried out loudly, her vagina spasming around my throbbing cock.
We cried out together, both of us lost in our own ecstasy, but locked together.
We kept moving, but slowing down, a wet noise coming from where we were joined, until finally we were still. My cock still twitched inside her and little ripples in her vagina kept teasing me for more.
I kissed her then, softly and with feeling; another tear ran down her cheek. She didn't look directly at me, but continued to hold me in a tight embrace. I didn't know what I was supposed to do now, as I hadn't been in this situation with anyone before, so we lay there for the longest time, savouring the moment, my cock still inside her.
It was Mom who made the move, "I think I ought to go and shower. Your dad might come home and I should at least be dressed."
I took the hint and reluctantly slid out of her, noticing the wet dribble of our mixed fluids flowing from her open vaginal entrance and soaking onto the fortuitously placed towel.
I watched her get up, letting her robe and nightdress finally fall to the floor, before scooping them up in her arms. She really looked good naked.
She turned and looked at me, "I hope you meant what you said," she said, "no one must know, ever."
"I promised, you needn't worry," I said, sincerely.
"Good," she smiled, "then I know who to ask for help if I get another headache," she said, turning and walking out of the room.
I realised she hadn't once touched my cock...A Massage for Mom's Headache Pt. 02
Mom wants more of my company.
Jasperspen ©
This story is set in a small town in the UK and written in UK English.
All people depicted in this story are fictitious and over the age of 18.
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PART 2
I think in our different ways, both Mom and I were somewhat shocked by what had happened this morning. A simple attempt at easing Mom's headache with a neck massage, had somehow spiralled into my first ever sex, and more unexpectedly, with my mom.
I admit though, that since having that sudden insight during my 18th birthday party, that had changed how I saw her from being just 'mom', into realising what an incredibly attractive and sexy woman she was, I had deliberately contrived to have more contact with her through tighter 'hugs', and watched for any inadvertent display of underwear or bare skin. Some of those surreptitious touches and opportunist sights, had fed my masturbatory fantasies for many nights.
The opportunity to massage her neck the first time, that almost turned into touching her breasts, I had thought would be a one off, and on her part was a temporary mental aberration, and as far as I would ever get. It never occurred to me that later she would let us go as far as full penetrative sex and let me come inside her; that's what shocked me, but also elated me. I hoped she didn't regret it or let it change our day-to-day relationship.
It became obvious from what she had said that she felt Dad didn't give her much attention these days. Why that was I didn't know. Having now seen her naked, I was at a loss to see why Dad no longer seemed to appreciate her in that way.
I didn't see much of her during the rest of the day as she went shopping, met a couple of her friends, and stayed out for lunch. I therefore had most of the day on my own, mainly reliving the events of the morning, while rubbing my cock almost raw and trying to believe they were true and not a dream or figment of my fertile imagination.
When she came home, carrying a few bags from various clothes shops, she greeted me as she normally did, and there was no mention or hint of what had happened earlier. I was sort of relieved and wondered if that was how she wanted to play it, as if it had never occurred.
Dinner was normal, the usual chat about what each other had been doing, no strange looks or comments from Mom, I was beginning to wonder if I had dreamt it all.
In the following days, everything seemed as it normally did; I continued to hug and pay attention to her and she responded as she usually did, but no further hint or odd look passed between us. I really did think that it was a once in a lifetime event (assuming it really was real) and that was that.
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The following Saturday, a week later, we were having dinner in the early evening as usual.
"You have remembered that I have that golf competition tomorrow," Dad said, towards the end of the meal.
Mom looked at him as if she had misunderstood, "What, on a Sunday? Tomorrow?"
"Yes, it's the only time we could all get together," he replied, nonchalantly.
"But you were out playing all day today too," she said, the annoyance starting to show in her voice.
"I know but that was just practice, tomorrow is the real game."
"You don't seem to have any time for us these days, with your blessed golf friends," she said, her voice rising.
"Oh, don't go on so, it's relaxation for me after the stress of my job," he replied, not realising my mom's mounting anger.
"What about my stress," she countered, "we all have different stresses to cope with."
I looked from one to the other and knew this was going to be just another argument, so quietly I made my excuses, stood up and left the room. I don't think either of them noticed.
I went upstairs to my room, the raised voices continuing downstairs. I sat at my computer, put on my headphones, and immersed myself in the latest game I had bought. I couldn't hear them anymore, just as normal.
I lost track of time, but did notice that the light was fading outside, so I guess I had been playing for about two hours. I jumped when something touched my shoulder and I spun round to see Mom standing there.
"Sorry," she said, "I didn't mean to startle you or intrude, but I tried knocking and you obviously couldn't hear me," I heard her say, a bit muffled.
She pointed at her ears then my headphones.
"Ah, yes, sorry," I said removing them, "I was a bit involved."
"I could see," she smiled.
"The reason I came up to see you is that your dad has decided he needed an early night as he has to get up early tomorrow for his so called 'big match'," she grimaced, and let out a heavy breath. "Anyway, I thought about making some toffee popcorn and watching a film of some sort on the TV, but it's not much fun on my own, I... err wondered if you wanted to join me."
"Toffee popcorn," I said, "that sounds good, but what's the catch, are you going to watch a soppy film with crying and stuff?" I asked.
"No, no catch," she laughed, "we can choose something we both like."
Wow, did she look attractive when she laughed. All her face lit up and her green eyes sparkled. I saw she was wearing a knee-length, dark blue, loose skirt with bare legs and white button-up blouse with the top two buttons undone. I couldn't remember if she had been wearing that for dinner, as I had been trying not to draw attention to myself by looking too interested.
"Yes, ok, that would be great," I said, glad that she was acting normally around me. "I'll just use the bathroom and change into something more suitable."
"Suitable?" she said, raising an eyebrow, but with a tiny smile.
"Ummm yea, you know for sitting comfortable for a couple of hours." I added.
"Oh yes, ok, well come down when you are ready, I'll sort out the popcorn."
I watched her bottom move under her skirt as she left the room. I don't think the swing of it was exaggerated for me, but it still looked sexy.
Fifteen minutes later, I had sorted myself out, changed into some fairly respectable sleep-shorts and a long T shirt. I sometimes did this late in the evening, so it wasn't an unusual thing to do, but it was more comfortable than a shirt and jeans to lounge about in. I went downstairs to find Mom coming out of the kitchen with a tray that had on it a big bowl of delicious looking popcorn coated in brown toffee, a tall glass of red wine and a bottle of beer.
I followed her into the living room where she indicated I should close the door.
"We don't want to disturb your dad with the TV, although after the three large glasses of whisky he had before he went up, I doubt he'll stir unless a shotgun goes off," she giggled, "now there's a thought," the last part said under her breath. "Right, let's see what we have on offer on the film channels," she said, clicking the remote control. "Oh, I thought you might like a beer rather than wine, so I got you one, is that ok?"
"Yes, fine thanks," I said, noting she had already opened it for me.
We settled on a film that neither of us had seen, a compromise of a bit of action and an interwoven love story that didn't sound too soppy. Mom dimmed the lights to a soft glow, and we sat at each end of the wide sofa, facing the very large-screen TV -- I said Dad earned a good wage, the bowl of popcorn and drinks on the low table in front of us. We didn't bother with the blanket on the back of the sofa, that we use sometimes, as it didn't feel that cool.
The film was about some attractive (of course) undercover female police officers, who were trying to infiltrate a criminal element, but one of them was getting too involved with one of the male gang members. They spent a lot of time in tight skirts, showing a lot of leg, pretending to be just dumb girls, which made for interesting watching, for me anyway.
We slowly chomped our way through the popcorn and sipped at our drinks while we watched.
"There's not much to that skirt," I commented jokingly, when one of them walked along with her skirt barely covering her essentials.
"Oh, I used to wear skirts like that when I was a lot younger," Mom said.
"Really?
"Yes," she giggled, "your nan and granddad were quite strict with me, but I used to hide my more daring clothes at a friend's house and change there before hitting the town with her."
"Well, you learn something every day," I said turning to smile at her.
"Oh, we got up to all sorts of tricks," she reminisced, "sometimes we would just roll the waistband of our skirts to make them shorter, rather than change into other clothes."
"How did that work?" I asked, slightly puzzled.
"You just roll it up."
"How though? Can you show me?"
"What now?"
"Yea, go on, I can pause the film."
"No, I would feel a bit silly, I had good legs then."
"I think you have good legs now," I blurted out without thinking.
"I think you like flattering me," she said, and even in the dim light, I thought I could see her blushing.
"No, please, show me how you used to do it," I pleaded, pausing the TV with the remote.
"Hmm, I wish I'd never mentioned it now... but well... oh alright, as it's just the two of us here, but no laughing," she said, putting down the almost empty wine glass and standing up.
She took hold of the waistband of her skirt and proceeded to somehow roll and tuck it in at her waist. "So, you just keep doing this until the bottom of the skirt is at the height you want," she commentated. "Normally you would make sure it's a thin material, so it wouldn't be too bulky around the waist."
She continued to roll it, showing more and more of her still very shapely, toned, legs.
"Do it to where you used to," I said, "I can't believe you were that daring then." I grinned.
She looked over at me, paused, then rolled it up a bit more. Now the hem was higher than mid thigh and I was thinking how sexy she looked already.
I was disappointed when she said, "This skirt is a bit too thick to do much more."
"Wow, I am sure you used to get lots of attention from all the boys dressed like that."
"I think the shortest I ever had it was about...."
She pinched the material with her hands at the side of each leg, and slowly hitched it up further, until the hem was now only a couple of inches below the point when she would expose her underwear. I could see the curve of her thighs as they started to taper towards where they would meet the rest of her body.
"...there," she said, looking across at me.
I didn't know what to say. Her legs looked stunning. The dark skirt, now like an ultra-mini skirt, contrasted with them, and showed them off so sexily. My cock thought so too as it was now semi-erect.
I think I must have been staring too much.
"You are going to catch flies in there if you keep your mouth open like that," she said, playfully, dropping her skirt back to mid thigh, "I think you have seen enough. I'll just get a refill and be back in a tick." She left for the kitchen; her skirt still rolled up at her waist.
I took the opportunity to re-adjust my partial erection, so that it wasn't obvious.
When she came back with her wine and another beer for me, she had also put her skirt back to how it should be, and it was now just above her knees.
She sat back down, kicked off her open-backed slippers, and curled her legs up so that they were facing me on the sofa, her feet within a few inches of my legs.
"Thank you," I said.
"What, for the beer or the show," she grinned.
"Both I guess," I grinned back, then pushed 'play' to continue the film.
My mind sort of drifted after that, and I wasn't really concentrating on the film, thinking more about those long legs not far from me.
About another five minutes into the film, I let my hand drop down to the sofa cushion and not very subtly put it on her bare foot.
"Oh, that's a nice warm hand on my cold foot," she said, without taking her attention from the TV.
I gripped her foot gently and she moved the other one alongside it, touching the back of my hand.
I stroked her foot slowly, feeling the soft skin on both the top and the sole. Unlike mine, which had hard skin underneath, hers were soft all over. I assumed she must use some sort of lotion regularly to keep them that soft. I progressed to sliding my fingers in-between her toes. She didn't seem ticklish, but I felt her toes curl a bit and realised that they were very flexible, and she could move them individually. I hadn't inherited that gene, mine all moved together.
I hadn't thought much about feet, but it was another revelation to me that it was quite sexy to be touching her there. Not wanting to leave the other one out, I swapped over and was met with no resistance, in fact I think judging by how she moved her toes, she was enjoying it.
I separated her toes with my fingers, then slid them out and massaged the sole of her foot with my thumb. I moved along her foot, feeling the fine bones of her surprisingly slim ankle.
"Mmmmm, no one's ever done that before, it's quite soothing," she said, glancing over at me.
"I thought you might be ticklish."
"No, it feels relaxing rather than tickling."
I thought that the relaxing bit might have something to do with the wine too, as she was way down her second big glass.
"Your ankles and legs are just as good as theirs," I ventured, as one of the slim girls in the film walked across the screen in ridiculously high heels.
"Yea, sure, in this dim light," she quipped back.
"No, seriously," I said, running my hand up her calf as far as her knee and back. "The skin is soft, but I can feel how toned they are from the exercise you do."
"Well thank you, I am surprised you even noticed." She was either definitely blushing now, or the wine was making her a bit flushed.
Oh no! Along with my still semi-hard cock, the voice of internal lust had woken up, 'why not see if she will let you stroke them some more,' it began.
No, I shouldn't, not after what happened last time. I loved her for it, she is so sexy, and I would like to do more, but I am only glad everything is surprisingly 'normal' between us. She has never hinted or breathed another word about it, maybe it's best left there.
'Why do you think she asked you here tonight?' it asked, putting thoughts into my head.
I was sure she was just a bit fed up with Dad and wanted some company, nothing more.
'Don't sit there and wonder, try it, she likes to feel you stroking her feet, she would probably like her legs stroked too,' it said in my head.
I had done, just now, briefly, and she hadn't objected, I wondered if she would make sure that nothing more happened and not encourage me. I could try I though, it's only the lower part of her legs, she might appreciate it after being on them all day.
'Yes, that's right, you will never know unless you find out,' it encouraged me, wickedly.
Slowly, and sensitive to any negative indications from my mom, while I continued to focus on the TV, I slid my hand up her calf again as far as her knee, giving it a gentle massage. I did see my mom's eyes flick quickly over to me and then back to the TV, but nothing more.
Emboldened by the lack of resistance, I did the same with the other one, but it was awkward the way she was sitting with her legs curled up.
"That's a warm hand on my leg now," she said, without looking at me.
"Sorry..." I began.
"No, I meant it's nice, soothing even," she said quietly.
'See, she wants you to do it, she likes it, get her to put her legs across your lap.'
No, that's too much. She won't. I bet she wouldn't let me do that. She knows now not to let anything go too far, I thought. Yet, my cock was hardening at the thought and the argument going on in my head, it just made the voice louder.
'She might accidentally touch your cock with her feet, that would feel good wouldn't it,' it added to the pressure.
I casually continued my ministrations on her lower legs and feet, caressing her toes, and running my hand up to her knee, and back to her foot, feeling her toes curl up when I ran my nails along the sole. I hoped that it appeared I was doing it absentmindedly as we watched TV, but in reality, it was an intimate feeling, and much of my attention was focused on the sensations of her skin on my hands and fingers, rather than on the film.
After about five minutes or so, I noticed that she had moved her legs slightly so that I had better access to both of them.
'You have noticed then, she wants you to do both of them,' it said, mischievously, 'why not see now if she will put them on your lap,'
I did wonder if she might, we had been very intimate before, to put it mildly, but I had got the impression from the way she had behaved since, that it was one time only and nothing more was going to happen.
'Still, you never know,' it taunted.
I could just try I suppose, if she doesn't want to, she just won't let me and then I'll know, I reasoned.
As I was caressing her toes and foot the next time, I gently pulled it towards me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her gaze flick across at me again for a moment or two, then go back to the TV. I felt her leg go slightly limp and then amazingly, I was drawing her foot towards me with no resistance on her part. Taking it as consent, I carefully took hold of her other foot too and pulled them onto my lap. She adjusted her position a little so that she was lying on her side facing the TV, her head on the far cushion.
I looked sideways quickly and saw that with her movement, her skirt had ridden up her thighs somewhat, and there was now a long length of those bare sexy legs showing.
"It's gone a bit cool don't you think," she said, "can you drape that blanket over us now please."
With a bit of fumbling, I did as she said and she pulled it up to her waist, with her arm resting on the outside, while I laid it over her legs and my lap, covering them up.
"Mmmm, that's better," she murmured, and went back to looking at the TV.
I now had her feet firmly in my lap, one on top of the other, as she was now on her side, and I was able to not only stroke her feet, but a fair way up both legs easily. The only problem was that my cock was now fully erect inside my loose sleep-shorts and only about an inch away from her feet.
'Go on, let her feet touch it.'
No, I thought, she will pull them back and she is letting me stroke her feet and legs, it's quite sensuous for me, if that's all she'll allow then I don't want to stir up any awkwardness.
'Just her toes then, briefly,' it persisted.
No, I shouldn't. I thought, running my finger up her leg, and feeling her rub them against one another.
'Accidentally then, just a touch, she might not even notice, but it will feel good for you, won't it.'
Could I, perhaps.
I knew I was probably taking bad advice, but as I played with her toes, I gradually moved both feet towards me a fraction at a time, feeling the warmth from them approaching my hard cock.
Contact.
Her toes that had been curling and uncurling with the attention of my fingers, stopped moving as they felt my hardness against them. I pressed them gently toward me so that they were in full contact with my hard dick. I held my breath as I tried to see how Mom was reacting, without being too obvious, but I didn't see her facial expression change.
What did change was that after a few moments, her toes tentatively began to explore my hardness. They moved slowly up and down, her flexible toes touching, moving, and kneading, the hard flesh. It felt like multiple fingers prodding and stroking the whole length. I let out my breath with a quiet sigh as I ran my hands up her legs to just beyond her knee and back.
She kept this up for a while, her toes more flexible than I could imagine, gently gripping the head through my shorts and pulling down along the whole length. I was seeping pre-cum already and I was sure she could make me come like that if she kept it up long enough.
'Take it out,' the voice whispered.
What? No, she would stop.
'Maybe, maybe not.'
She won't want to go that far again.
'She knows what she's doing, it's not accidental is it,' it went on.
The more sensations I got from my cock, the more persuasive and reasonable it sounded, and the more I seemed to listen to it.
Apprehensive and nervous with excitement, I put both hands on the waistband of my shorts and lifting my bottom slightly slid them down to mid thigh. I felt the rough blanket touch my sensitive cock-head. The movement alerted my mom to something happening, and I saw her looking over at me, and then her toes were exploring my bare cock where my shorts had been before.
She didn't say anything, but I thought I saw a faint smile pass over her face and then her toes were again massaging my cock, but now skin on skin. I was surprised at how she was able to manipulate them, and soon had my cock sandwiched between the top of one foot and the toes of the other, so that she was actually moving the foreskin up and down with just her toes. I stroked my hand as high as I could up her leg, her ministrations on my cock continued, I was enjoying it immensely.
I lay back on the sofa in ecstasy, ostensibly watching the TV, but effectively, being wanked by my mother's feet.
I saw another movement and realised her arm had disappeared under the blanket. Surreptitiously, I looked a bit harder and could see further movement under there. Was she? Was she actually touching herself under there? It certainly looked like it, so maybe the little voice was right, she was enjoying our little game after all.
I wondered, if with the wine she had drunk, and her own obvious excitement, if she might be willing to go a bit further.
'There's space there, you could lie down behind her,' was the next suggestion I heard.
No, no, that would be too obvious, but it would be nice to be that close to her.
I looked over at her again. I was sure she had her hand down between her legs moving it about slowly.
'She might let you do that for her,' it said, as though it knew where my thoughts were going, tempting me, tempting me.
My cock was awash with pre-cum, and I was sure it must be over her toes, as when she moved them, they slid nicely over my naked cock. It's scary how brave you become when you're so sexually stimulated. Things you think you would never do suddenly look a definite possibility.
That confidence in what I might achieve, applauded by the voice in my head, led me to lean sideways towards Mom's back. I quickly slid behind her, and before she quite realised what was happening, I was in a spooning position behind her.
"What are you doing," she said, "nothing can happen again." The only reference she had made since that morning.
"I.... just wanted to cuddle up with you," I said lamely, wondering if I had blown it for the evening.
I noticed she had pulled her arm back up and out of the blanket and I got a faint whiff of a musky sort of smell from her hand.
"I know, and it's nice, but I already feel guilty about ....you know, and your father is just upstairs."
"It's ok Mom, I get it, but I know he doesn't treat you very well, and you let him. I'm sure you deserve better."
"Oh, he's ok most of the time, and I shouldn't be doing anything with anyone else, especially you," she whispered.
I could feel her warmth against me, and she hadn't got up or moved out of the way. We hadn't talked about Dad in this way before, and I think she already knew it wasn't as good as she made out and that's why they argued so much.
I pulled the blanket up over us and put my arm over and onto her skirt-covered hip. My head was behind hers, and my nose pressed against her warm hair. I don't think either of us were watching the TV properly now.
"I love you and like cuddling you," I said quietly, reminded that Dad was upstairs, but hopefully fast asleep.
She put her hand under the blanket and on top of mine, gently squeezing it and holding it to her. She seemed to be thinking.
I could feel the back of her bare legs against the front of mine, and my bare cock pressing against her bottom through the material of her skirt. As she had been slowly wanking me with her feet, I guess it was no surprise to her that she was feeling it pressing against her.
I slowly began to move my hand down her skirt onto her thigh, her hand came with mine. I reached the end of her skirt. There was a moment when I thought she was just going to keep her hand on mine, but then with a single gentle squeeze, she let it go and moved her hand out of the way.
With my hand free to roam, I moved down her leg to her knee and back up to the hem of her skirt. I did this a few times before venturing under her skirt, feeling the extra warmth of her thigh higher up. She moved her bottom a little towards me as she felt my hand reach the top of her leg.
Emboldened now and sure that she was going to allow at least a bit of touching if nothing else, I moved my hand across the front of her panties and down the front of the underside leg. I felt her take a deeper breath, so I nuzzled her hair with my nose, working it onto the skin of her neck and planted a gentle kiss. Her skin there went into goosebumps against my lips, and she seemed to shiver minutely.
My hand moved up and stroked over her thin panties just clinging to the contours of her firm bottom; those orbs that I had seen so often moving sexily beneath her clothes over the last few weeks, I was now touching and exploring with excited fingers.
I pressed my hips closer against her, relishing the feel of my cock pressed harder into the crease of her bottom. Moving my hand outside her skirt, I attempted to pull down the zip at the back.
She put her hand on mine. "No, you mustn't, I'm not letting you take any of my clothes off. Your dad might come down and there would be all hell let lose if he thought something was going on. I don't want to risk that," she whispered forcibly.
I was disappointed. I was feeling so excited at again being so close to her. She was adamant though that we weren't going to do much more, so I went back to stroking her legs and over her panties, that she seemed to have set as the limit.
Maybe sensing my disappointment, I felt her hand drop down between us and touch my cock. It was the first time she had touched it with her hand and was unexpected, but now she started to slowly wank it for me, as a sort of booby prize instead of the main event I would have liked.
She ran her fingers over the head, feeling the slippery pre-cum and using it to massage gently over the top and under the rim of the head. She knew what she was doing and before long my cock was tingling and sensitive, giving small jerks as her hand caressed it. I am sure I would normally have come by now if I hadn't partially de-sensitised my cock by constant wanking during the week as I thought of her.
Meanwhile, although she had forbidden me to remove any clothes and had evaded my fingers entering her underwear, I remained persistent. Slowly and a bit reluctant at first, she had gradually relented as she stroked me, allowing me to slide my hand under the elastic waist of her panties, and into her pubic hair and further down, where I discovered she was already very well lubricated already.
We were masturbating each other, fully clothed under the blanket, all thoughts of the TV film running on in the background forgotten. She had moved her legs to give me more access, and now with my hand fully down the front of her panties, I had slid two fingers down between her swollen labia and they were now sliding slowly in and out of her wet vagina, my palm grazing her hard little clit as I moved.
Quiet little moans escaped her from time to time. I could hear and feel she was really turned on by now, but we were both keeping any noise down to a minimum. If this was as far as we were going to go, then it was ok with me, as we were both enjoying the intimacy as well as the sensations.
"Take your hand out," she panted.
Ohhh, I thought, I wonder why she has changed her mind, but I did as I was told.
"My arm is aching," she explained, "I want to do this."
She lifted one leg up a little, creating a space between them, and taking my rock-hard cock in her hand, pushed it into the gap, then pressed her bottom back towards me. I suddenly realised she was putting my cock against her pussy outside of her panties, so I pushed forwards at the same time and my cock lodged itself against her. The top of my cock was in contact with her pussy even though it was through her thin and now damp panties.
She moved experimentally and I caught on to the intention, sliding my cock in and out between her thighs as she pushed back against me.
"Mmmm," she said, "if you are ok, we can do this, but no more than that, you can't... you know..." she left it unsaid.
Now that my hand was free, I draped it over her and felt for her breasts through her clothes. Even through the blouse and bra, I could feel her hard nipples, and pinching them made them even more prominent. I tried to open her blouse to get my hand inside, but a quiet 'No' from her squashed that idea, she wasn't going to allow me to undress her even the smallest amount.
We settled into a slow rhythm. It wasn't the same as the first time, actually being inside her, but the thin wet panties were wet and slippery, the only thing between us, and it still felt really sexy.
We had been moving together for only a few minutes when I was sure I heard a floorboard creak over the low sound of the TV still playing in the background. I stopped moving, listening.
"What the matter," Mom whispered.
"I think Dad is up."
"He will just be going to the toilet I expect," she replied, not seeming worried.
Still I didn't move.
"No, I think he's coming downstairs" I said, panicking slightly - well a lot really.
"Stay still," she said, "it's too late to move now, he may not come in here anyway."
No such luck. The door opened about a quarter way and my dad's face appeared, slightly bleary eyed.
"What are you still doing down here?" he asked, a bit groggily, I thought.
"Pete and I are watching a film," Mom said, without taking her eyes from the TV.
"Oh." He seemed to be slowly processing that information, standing just by the door. "I needed a glass of water, but you weren't in bed." he said.
"I'm not surprised you need a drink after all that booze you drank," Mom replied, still apparently fixated on the TV.
"Yes, well you weren't there," he repeated.
All this time my bare, hard, cock was still resting between Mom's thighs, twitching against her pussy. I was scared he might come further into the room and look more closely, but Mom seemed calmer than me. I also thought my erection would wilt with the fear of discovery, but the opposite seemed to be happening. The fear had become a thrill, knowing Dad was standing there, while my cock was against Mom's pussy.
"Were you going to expect me to get up and fetch your water for you?" she asked. sounding a little peeved now.
"Well, I did need one," he said.
"You know where the glasses are, and where the tap is," she replied, starting to sound more irritated.
"I know," he said, slurring the words, "but I've got this match tomorrow."
I didn't know where this was going, and I didn't want to be in the middle of an argument in the situation were in. Pressed up against her, I could feel the tension mounting in Mom's body.
"You already told me that," Mom retaliated, "several times."
"Yes...well then...don't stay up too late, keep the sound down so it doesn't disturb me, and think of me for once."
I thought Mom was going to explode at that, but fortunately, he left, shutting the door noisily.
"Pffffff," she huffed, to herself.
We stayed still while we both listened as he ran the water and then traipsed back up the stairs and into the bedroom. The floorboards creaked overhead again and then there was silence.
We both let out a deep breath.
"That was scary, but you were wonderful," I said, nuzzling her neck again.
"Did you think so," she said.
I could hear the grin in her voice, as I felt her relax again.
"You know what," she started, "you were right, he does treat me like a servant sometimes."
She hadn't moved, but seemed to be contemplating something, and then came to some sort of decision.
I felt her hand touch my cock between her legs, some fumbling, and then I felt something different against my cock. She shuffled a little more and suddenly I felt my cock head against warm skin.
"I've changed my mind," she whispered.
"What do you mean," I said, thinking she wanted me to get up and leave.
"I mean I have changed my mind about...you know."
I put my hand down between us to find she had the gusset of her panties pulled to one side and my cock was touching her bare pussy lips.
"You mean you want me to..."
"Yes, if you want to..."
I wasn't going to argue, so with her holding the material to one side, I pressed forwards and for only the second time ever, my cock slid easily halfway into my mom's warm pussy.
She let out a groan and pushed back, sheathing the whole length inside her in one push.
We stopped like that, luxuriating in the feeling of my cock buried right up to my balls in her.
"What changed your mind," I asked tentatively. I wanted to know, as she had been so adamant before.
She didn't reply immediately, but then, "I felt we shouldn't be doing this at all, amongst other things because of your dad. Then you said what you said about him, and how you see me, and just now, he tried to make me feel small again. I thought I would rather be made love to by you, and he can go play his beloved golf. I hope you aren't ashamed of me for it," she finished quietly.
"I could never be that," I whispered back into her ear, feeling my cock twitch inside her.
"Remember though, this has to always just be between us."
"Yes, I know," I said.
Moving my hand down the front of her body, I slipped it inside her panties, down through the thin carpet of pubic hair, until I touched my own cock where it was joined with her. It had pushed her labia open, and I could feel the nub of her clit sticking out just above where my cock was. I touched it gently, she made a tiny high-pitched noise and I felt her squeeze my cock inside her.
I started to slowly rub it, with minimum pressure, in tiny circles, and at the same time slowly slid my cock out of her and then pushed it back in all the way.
"Ohh God," she whimpered, "that's the spot."
She seemed to be gripping my cock every time I plunged into her and didn't want it to leave when I pulled back. It was the most amazing feeling, and far exceeded anything I had ever been able to do to myself. I could even hear the wet noise we were making above the TV sound that was droning away un-noticed.
I was fucking her slowly because I didn't want this to end too soon, and I didn't know if this might be the last time or how the future might go. Although it was a bit awkward, I kept up the stimulation on her clit with my fingers, but wasn't able to do very long strokes and keep my hand there in that position.
"Pete," she whispered.
"What?"
"Let me lie on my stomach."
"Err...ok... how...?"
"Just let me slip my leg under you, hold onto me and follow me," she said.
I didn't know how this manoeuvre would work, but I tried to do as she said.
I stayed as far as I could inside her, lifting up a little to allow her leg to pass under me, and twisted with her. The blanket fell to the floor, and I found myself in-between her wide-open legs, still inside her, my stomach resting on her bottom. Her skirt was all rucked up almost to her waist, exposing her white panties.
She then lifted up onto her knees taking me with her, resting her head on her elbows on the cushion.
I was now on my own knees behind her, and when I looked down, I could see my cock where it entered her to one side of the gusset of her panties, one of her puffy pussy lips exposed on one side, the other covered with the material. It was nearly enough to take me over the edge.
She gave me a hint by pushing her bottom towards me, so I pressed further into her. Ohhh, now I was deeper than I had been before, and I felt the head of my cock hit something deep inside her.
"Ohhh yes," she moaned into the cushion, "do that some more."
With my hands on her hips, I started to rock backwards and forwards. This was deep penetration, and she had positioned herself for it. The wet noise of our lovemaking was even louder. The thought passed through my head that if Dad came down, we would both end up dead, but neither of us were going to stop now.
I looked down at my cock totally disappearing inside her, then coming back out, covered in her secretions, until the head was just visible then plunging back in. I used one hand to pull her panties over to the side, so that I could now see both of her pussy lips wrapped around my cock. I pulled her panties further to one side and caught a glimpse of her little brown puckered hole.
I had read that some women like it touched or even penetrated during sex, but this was my mom, and although I had my cock inside her, it felt a bit weird for me to touch her there.
That voice was still egging me on, 'Go on, touch it, see if she likes it.'
I was listening to it too much now.
With my finger covered in our mixed slippery juices, taken from the base of my cock, I gingerly ran just my fingertip over the wrinkles at its outside edge.
The effect was immediate.
I felt her vagina grip me and a far too loud, muffled, 'Oh my God. Oh my God," came from my Mom who fortunately still had her head buried in the cushion.
I lubricated my finger a bit more and as we continued to fuck with long slow strokes, I pressed the tip harder against the puckered ring until it slipped in up to the first knuckle.
She moved her head from side to side on the cushion, "Oh yes, a bit more Pete, please." she gasped.
I was learning things about my mom that until a few weeks ago, I never dreamed I would ever need or want to find out.
I pressed harder as we moved together, my finger going deeper. As she pushed back to meet the thrusts of my cock, it helped to also push my finger in until it was all inside her. I then began to move it in and out in time with my cock.
All these new sensations, sights, sounds, smells, and the knowledge that my mom was letting me fuck her again, were releasing more and more of whatever chemicals, or hormones cause such pleasure, into my bloodstream, and taking my mind to dizzying heights of ecstasy.
The thought of pulling out never entered my head amongst all the other thoughts going on in my brain, so when only a few minutes afterwards I felt the tingle of finality enveloping my cock, my instinct was to just push it as far as I could inside this sexy woman.
I held my cock there against her cervix, as the first pulse of semen forced its way out and coated her insides, followed by several more, flooding her with my sperm. I know she felt it happen, because she let out a heavily muffled scream of pure pleasure as she convulsed on my cock, writhing, and rotating her bottom as if to coat every square inch inside her with my cum.
We kept moving, her milking my cock and me trying to stay as far inside as possible. I felt quite faint from the pleasure I was feeling, my breathing fast and shallow.
My cock soon became sensitive, and I had to stop, my mom just slowly moving with the last minor spasms, until we rested. I flopped over her back, not yet ready for my cock to leave her.
Mom came to her senses first, turning to look at me, her hair plastered to her face with sweat, "Oh Pete, I know we probably shouldn't have gone that far, but wow, I haven't had...for a long time...I ummm...well... I don't know what to say."
"I know, I know," I said, very breathlessly, rubbing my hand up and down her back, "you are wonderful."
"You're not sorry?" she asked timidly, scared I guess, now that we had done it again, that I would somehow feel regret.
"No, quite the opposite, I feel closer to you than I have ever felt," I said, truthfully.
She let out a long breath, almost of relief.
"I hate to be the one to be practical, but can you reach the blanket and put it under us before you...take it out," she said, slightly embarrassed I thought.
I knew straightaway what she needed; it was going to be a bit messy when I withdrew, and my cock was already softening. I did as she asked and placed it well under her. I slowly pulled my cock out, but before I placed her panties back in place, I looked between her red pussy lips and saw a white stream of cum starting to leak from her opening. I re-arranged her gusset to cover her, but there was such a lot of liquid, that it seeped past her soaked gusset and dripped onto the blanket now covering the seat of the sofa. Good thinking Mom, I thought.
I pulled my shorts back up and sat back on the sofa next to Mom, who was now next to me sitting on the blanket. I held her hand then leaned over and kissed her on the lips. She soon responded and we quickly had our tongues dancing together.
After a few minutes of this, Mom put her hand on my chest and gently pushed me away.
"I think we have risked enough for tonight," she whispered, looking me in the eye, "I had better go to bed in case he misses me again."
She looked at the TV which was by now just a blank screen, "Looks like the film is over. Would you mind just clearing up a bit. I'll take the blanket with me," she grinned.
I watched her get up, pick up the blanket and head for the door.
I couldn't help thinking how erotic it was, for her to be going to bed with my cum still inside her.
A Massage for Mom's Headache Pt. 03
No headaches this time...
This story is set in a small town in the UK and written in UK English.
All characters depicted are over 18 and fictitious.
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PART 3
I slept really well, despite the weird dreams that I had, which were already beginning to fade in my mind. You know how it is, you try to remember, but they are right on the edge of your consciousness, and you can't bring them back. Perhaps this is a good thing.
All I know is, that when I woke up, my cock was rock hard, sticking out of my sleep-shorts, and standing up straight, pushing against the bed clothes. That is often a normal thing with young men first thing in the morning, but I wondered if it was the result of some of my dreams, that I could now no longer remember.
I pushed the bedclothes down off me and put my hand around my cock, remembering what had taken place last night with my mom. I don't know why she let me make love to her again, and especially in that risky situation in front of the TV, while my dad was asleep upstairs. I think she was very conflicted and nervous anyway, as she refused to allow me to remove any of her clothing, but to some extent that made it even more exciting.
I listened, but couldn't hear any noise in the house, and then I realised it was Sunday and that Dad was going to play his 'big golf match', that had so annoyed mom last night, so he would have left very early.
I replayed the first time with my mom, and then last night's episode, over in my mind as I slowly stroked my cock. The more I pictured how my mum looked, the more I realised that all that time I had just thought of her as 'my mom', I had been living with this very sexy woman, who looked good, exercised regularly, and was fit in all the right places.
I remembered her firm round breasts, how they felt in my hand, not huge, and not tiny, but with large dark nipples and even darker areola. I saw in my mind her flat stomach and shapely hips, that any 18-year-old girl would be proud to own. Then came her legs, long, toned, shapely, with just that small gap between them at the top even with her knees together. Then her sculptured ankles and feet, with toes that I discovered to my delight were so flexible, they could grip just as well as some people's fingers.
At her centre, I pictured her dark patch of short, trimmed, pubic hair, surrounding her pussy lips that when excited, opened with a sensuous fragrance, glistening with moisture, and inviting an entrance. Then the small nub of her clitoris at the apex, hood slipped back, to expose her most sensitive button, ready to be stimulated.
I thought back over last night, just pulling the gusset of her panties to one side, taking her so deep from behind, and also fingering her dark little rosebud. I was stroking faster and knowing I would soon reach the point of no return.
'Tap, tap, tap' on my door, "Are you awake Pete'" I heard my mom's voice.
"Errrr, yes, just about, did you want me for something?" I replied, hastily pulling the bedclothes up and with difficulty trying to push my cock back into my shorts, which wasn't very successful. I don't know why I felt I had to do that, even though my mom had touched it and felt it inside her, twice, it still seemed not right to have it on display in front of her.
She opened the door and came into my room a little more confidently than the last time. To my disappointment I saw that she was already dressed, so it didn't look likely it was going to be a repeat of the other time.
I could see that she wasn't going anywhere special today, as although she had dressed neatly as usual, she just had on a knee length skirt over bare legs, an ordinary white button-up blouse and her fluffy, open back, slippers on her feet.
"Hello," I said, "is everything ok Mom?"
"Yes, everything is ok, but ...well, I think we need to talk while your dad isn't here," she said, maybe not as confident as I had thought.
I don't suppose there would be a prize for guessing what about, I thought to myself.
"Only if you feel we have to," I said, becoming more awake now, and sitting up a bit, against my pillow.
She sat down demurely on the side of my bed.
"What has happened...," she started, "is something that can't be undone, you understand what I'm saying?"
"Yes, I know, carry on."
"I thought about it last night when I was in bed, lying next to your father, with...your ...your, 'seed' in me," she started to blush.
I realised that she balked at using words like 'cum' or 'cock' as it probably wasn't part of her upbringing, and I couldn't imagine her saying those things to my dad either.
"What did you think about," I asked gently, a bit embarrassed too now, "are you worried you might, you know, get pregnant or something?" wondering where this might be going.
"No, no, not that, you probably don't know, but I can't have another child, it's why you don't have any brothers or sisters," she said, her eyes a little downcast.
"Oh, you're right, I didn't know, sorry."
"There's no need to be sorry, it's not your fault, but that wasn't what I wanted to talk about."
"Ok," I said, noticing that my cock had already seriously diminished in size, tucked away in my shorts.
"As I was saying," she seemed to be choosing her words carefully, "what's done is done...oh, this is embarrassing... I feel... a bit... ashamed that I have taken away something from you that I shouldn't have done."
"Well..." I tried to butt in.
"No, wait, hear me out, this is difficult enough, just listen. When I was just over 18 too, I had my first real experience." She looked at me. "I thought it would be something special, but it turned out that it wasn't anything mind-blowing, and yes, it was before your father, although like your father, he was a lot older than me too, so I thought he would know how to make it 'special'. Do know what I mean?"
"I guess so, sort of," I said, "but... why wasn't it 'special'," I asked, wondering if she would tell me.
"I'm not sure I could tell you all the details, it would be too embarrassing for both of us I think."
My cock was starting to stir again at this intimate revelation she was confiding in me. 'Why don't you ask her about it, you know you want to?' - the cock-voice was back.
Did I want to know about how my mom lost her virginity? It would be a bit weird to ask, wouldn't it?
'She wants to tell you. Just imagine it, Kate, your mom at 18, short skirt, long legs, even sexier than now, about to be penetrated for the first time. That's got to be an exciting story, hasn't it?' it said, louder, as my cock grew to full stiffness again.
"Errmm, well, you don't have to tell me if it's too awkward, but it might make me understand what you are trying to tell me," I coaxed her.
She was fiddling with her fingers and looking down at her nails, while she thought it through, and weighed up her thoughts.
I ran my fingers slowly over my cockhead, imperceptible to my mom sat on the bed in front of me, while my internal voice and I, waited in perverted anticipation.
"Alright, but again, it's just between us, I don't want anyone else to know we've had this conversation," she said, eventually.
"Of course," I said, "that goes without saying."
She was blushing more fully now.
"I had met this man; he was the friend of a friend. He told me fairly soon that he had been married before, but it hadn't worked out. That didn't bother me, as he seemed more, what's the word...emmm,... 'sophisticated' and mature than the younger lads I had dated. I enjoyed older men's company more, and it wasn't long before we were being more intimate. I am sure you know what that means without me explaining it?"
"Yes, ok."
"So anyway, he seemed to know what he was doing in that department, and I let him do more and more as the weeks went by, until one evening we ended up in his small flat after a nice meal with wine - he liked his wine - and we started doing all the usual things," she paused.
"You mean like kissing and stuff," I prompted her.
She lightened the mood for the first time by giggling briefly, "Yes, but more of the 'stuff' than kissing."
"I see."
I felt small drops of pre-cum on my fingers as I slowly ran my finger over my stiff cockhead under the covers.
"So, that evening, we both ended up with completely no clothes on for the first time, and although I had seen his ...penis, a couple of times before, I hadn't really thought through what it might be like if he, you know," she lowered her voice as if someone might hear, "put it in me."
I rubbed my cock a bit more; this was turning into a sexy story that I hadn't anticipated.
"He took me into the bedroom, and we did a bit more touching and things on the bed, then it just sort of happened, as though it was the next natural thing to do."
"Are you saying you didn't agree?" I asked, wondering if this what she was getting round to telling me.
"No, I mean, yes. I mean, it wasn't like that, that's not what I meant, he didn't force me or anything, it just seemed we drifted into him ending up inside me."
"Did he hurt you then?"
"No, it wasn't painful really, a bit uncomfortable maybe as I wasn't used to it then. Anyway, I tried to enjoy it and see what all the fuss was about, and he wasn't rough or anything. Well, I didn't feel anything wonderful, and after only a few minutes of him moving in and out, he groaned, and I felt really wet down there."
"So, you hadn't used anything?"
"No, it was stupid, I know, but as I said it wasn't planned, we just did it and I knew it couldn't be undone."
I was putting two and two together.
"Then, when you were in bed last night and you could feel my cu...'seed' inside you, it reminded you. Is that what you are saying?"
"Yes," she said quietly. A tear ran down her cheek, that she hastily brushed away. "I feel as though I may have done the same thing to you, that he did to me, taken away a moment that should have been special, and should have been with somebody special, and it can't be undone."
I now understood what she had been trying to say and had a hard cock to go with it.
"No, hey Mom, that's not true, come here," I said, gently pulling on her shoulders. She somewhat reluctantly let me bring her head to my chest. I put an arm round her, and as a reflex to her laying down, her legs lifted off the floor and onto the bed, so that she was lying next to me, but separated by the bedclothes.
"Shh," I soothed her, "it's ok, everything is fine, I don't feel that way at all," I said, honestly.
I stroked and ran my fingers through her soft hair that smelled of her regular coconut shampoo.
"You don't think I might have ruined things for you, for your...first time," she almost whispered.
"No, of course not, I didn't expect it to happen like that, but for me, it was a wonderful thing, you are someone special and I doubt that it could ever have been better, no matter who it was."
She was quiet for a few moments.
"You aren't just saying that to make me feel better, because it is important for me to know," she pressed.
"No, I do mean it," I replied, "and I love you for it," I continued, in a similarly quiet voice, moving her hair back behind one ear, leaving her face clear.
She was quiet again, but there didn't seem to be any more tears. Neither of us seemed to know what to do next.
After a short time of me running my fingers through her hair, she stirred a little, "I'd better go and get on with a few chores," she said.
The little voice piped up, 'don't let her go, ask her to stay'.
I don't think she will, I thought, not after that chat.
'She might, you won't know unless you ask, will you', it said.
My cock was still hard from hearing her share her story, from her clean perfumed smell, and her warm closeness to me.
'You'd better do it now', it insisted, 'before she leaves'.
That damn voice is always more persuasive when I am aroused, it makes the normally impossible seem possible at the time.
I didn't immediately let go of her, "Do you have to? Erm.. couldn't you... maybe stay a while?" I asked, tentatively, without much hope she might say yes.
However, she didn't suddenly sit up and dash off, so I waited, hardly breathing.
"I'm not sure I should, with what I told you about how I feel."
"But we're comfortable with each other now, aren't we?" I asked.
"I hope so, but I think we should leave it there."
'Don't let her go', it shouted in my head.
I thought desperately, "Can I ask you something Mom?"
"Of course you can."
"You won't get cross or anything?"
"Now you have me worried about what you want to ask, but go on, I promise I won't be cross whatever it is." she replied, I think, a bit intrigued.
"Well," I hesitated for a moment, "when we ...did it..."
"Yes."
"You did enjoy it, didn't you?"
I could feel the heat from her face as the redness spread up from her neck.
She spoke very quietly, "Yes, I did." I felt the muscles of her face grin briefly, "I thought you would have noticed, but I am not as young as the girls you should be going out with and having fun with."
'See, this isn't going to be as difficult as you thought', the voice reminded me it was still there.
"I think you look quite young," I said, "you have clear, soft skin, a nice, shaped body and everything is...well... where it should be."
"I don't think that when I look in the mirror," she retorted.
"Then you need a new mirror," I quipped.
"Or rose-tinted glasses for an old woman," she responded.
I sat up a little higher in the bed so I could see more of her beside me. "Look at you, soft, dark hair, attractive face and stunning green eyes, nice curves, long shapely legs. What do you see that I don't?" I challenged her.
"Maybe it's you that needs glasses," she said, putting a hand under one breast and lifting it slightly, "I don't even have much 'up top' here to talk about, I don't know about the rest. Perhaps that's why your dad lost interest ages ago."
Ah, so she is telling me they don't have much, or any, sex now, that was something I had wondered about.
"I think they're perfect," I said, as I took a risk, and ran a fingertip over her blouse, in a figure of eight around both breasts.
She didn't do, or say, anything, so getting a bit bolder, I cupped one of her breasts in my hand, gently feeling and squeezing it. Gratifyingly, even through her clothes, I felt the nipple stand up to attention.
"Pete," she said, a little huskily, "I don't think we should..."
"No one is here, and he won't be until 'the big match' (- I did air quotes with my index fingers -) is over and even then, they will all be in the clubhouse, no one will know."
"I know, but its not that. If we did...I'm sorry, I get embarrassed saying these things, if we did... 'IT', more, then I might want even more, and it's not fair on you."
"Lying here next to you, I feel very comfortable," I said, "touching you, like this..." I cupped her breast again, "makes me feel very close to you." I sought out her nipple and squeezed it gently, "Do you like that?"
"Yesss," she whispered, throatily.
'Go on ask her to join you', the voice of my very rigid cock advised.
For what seemed the longest time, we lay there in silence, my mom acquiescent to my hand roaming around her breast over her clothes.
"Why don't you slip in beside me, so that we can cuddle a bit," I asked, hopefully.
I knew she took time to think about things, process the pros and cons, before she came to decisions, so I didn't press her further. I just played gently with her breasts, feeling her breathing slowly change, as I sensed her becoming aroused.
"I think I need to go to the bathroom," she said, starting to disentangle herself.
That's it I thought, she will just go downstairs afterwards, and I'll have to rely on my hand again.
When she got to the door, she stopped and turned. "I'll come back in a moment," she said, surprising me, and disappeared towards the bathroom.
Oh my God, she was going to come back. What would she let me do? Did she want...? So many thoughts going through my head. In anticipation and hope of what might happen, I quickly slipped my shorts and sleepshirt off, dropping them onto the floor on the opposite side of the bed.
I heard the toilet flush and then water running, then the sound of her feet padding across to the main bedroom and then back towards my room.
She left the door wide open as she entered and placed a small bottle on my bedside cabinet. It looked like the oil I had used to massage her for her headache, so I wondered if that was what she wanted me to do again.
She looked down at me, "Was it getting too hot for you," she said, indicating my now bare chest.
I felt a bit embarrassed now that she had noticed immediately that I had stripped for action and didn't know quite how to reply.
"If it is warm in there, I think I should at least take off these," she said, unbuttoning her blouse and slipping it down her arms, then expertly unzipping her skirt, and wiggling out of it in one slick movement.
She stood there looking for my reaction, in just a flimsy white bra, her dark nipples evident and erect and a dark triangle just visible through the material of her matching panties. The sensuous gap between her toned thighs, where they met her body, drew my eyes like a magnet. I just stared.
"Aren't you going to invite me in then?" she said, a little bemused.
I snapped out of my reverie, holding the bedclothes up for her, and she nimbly slid in beside me. I turned on my side towards her, so we were face to face.
Putting her hand on my hot cheek, she looked into my eyes, mesmerising me, "You are sure about this Pete?" she whispered.
"Yes," I replied, nervous that I was already so excited, that I might come before we did very much.
She shuffled closer so that her bra-clad breast pressed against me, and my hard cock made contact with her stomach. She gave a little smile when it touched her, and I put one arm over her onto her back to draw her closer.
"That feels nice," she said, "can I ...?"
It was a rhetorical question, as I immediately felt her fingers wrapping around my cock. She hadn't touched me much during our two previous encounters, but now she explored it blindly, with her fingertips, pulling my foreskin down and running her fingers over the swollen head, picking up the lubricating pre-cum as she went.
The pleasure she was giving me, and knowing it was my sexy mom touching me, was so exquisite, that I completely forgot that I could touch her too. She kept up her slow ministrations, alternately wanking me and then just using her fingers to spread the slippery liquid around and under the head.
I could feel what was going to happen very soon if she kept that up, I wanted her to carry on, but also, I didn't, it was way too soon.
"Mom, you need to stop, I'm too close to..."
She clearly understood because she stopped dead.
"I'm sorry," she said, "I didn't realise how sensitive you might be."
She moved her face closer and touched her lips onto mine. I responded, and without any additional touching we were kissing like young lovers, tongue to tongue, dancing and wrestling in each other mouths.
After some minutes, don't ask me how many, because I had already lost track of time, she drew away.
"It is warm in here," she said, "I am going to throw the covers back if that's ok?"
I nodded 'yes', and she did.
"Now I can see you," she said, looking down at where my rampant cock was pulsing slightly. "Just stay where you are for a moment."
I didn't know what she was going to do until she slid quickly down the bed, and I felt her take my cock in her hand again, but then a warm feeling engulfed the head, and when I looked down, I saw my sexy mother in just her flimsy bra and panties, had the head of my cock in her mouth.
She swirled her tongue around the head, no doubt tasting my pre-cum as she did it, then took more of me in her mouth and slowly withdrew it. No one had done that to me before, and I am at a loss to describe how it felt for the first time, so I am not even going to try.
I felt her pull my foreskin right back and lick under the rim of my helmet, then back over the top and with the tip of her tongue, probe into my pee slit. I was already close before, and now I couldn't stop it.
"Mom, Mom, I am going to come," I said, desperately, forgetting totally she didn't use words like that.
"Huh, Huh,...hmmm," was all I heard, as she put my cock back into her mouth, stimulating it more with her tongue.
The first blast felt like a geyser blowing off, and how she coped with it, I don't know, as it must have hit the back of her throat with some force. She kept the head in her mouth, presumable swallowing all the time. Three, four, and five spurts, then smaller ones. She sucked and swallowed almost all of it until there was just a dribble which she licked off as it emerged.
She slid back up the bed, wiping the excess from around her lips with the back of her hand. As she settled back down beside me, she grinned at me, "Was that a first too?" she asked.
"Wow, yes, it was," I admitted, "I didn't think you would..."
"What, just because I'm not a modern young girl, you didn't think I knew how to do that?" she carried on grinning.
"No, I didn't mean that."
"I know, I was just joking with you," she said.
Now that she had performed that on me, I wanted to taste her, to see what it was like, and while I might have been shy to suggest it initially, I thought that now I could.
"Can I do that to you?" I asked.
"Do you really want to; I could rarely get your dad to do it to me?"
"I'd like to, but you may have to tell me if I don't do it right," I said, a bit nervously, for although I had seen it done on the internet, I wasn't sure if it was that simple in reality.
"I think I'd like that," she said, almost shyly, "but I think it's time I took these off," she added, sitting up and putting both hands behind her back.
Within seconds, her bra was on the floor, exposing her firm, round, breasts to my gaze. Her panties quickly followed, leaving her naked, lying next to me, her legs closed.
I sat up and looked down at her body; those breasts with their nipples proud and erect, her flat stomach with a hint of muscle from working out, then her triangle of dark pubic hair, just as I had pictured it in my mind earlier.
Although I had only just come, my cock was already recovering at the sight and the thoughts in my head, of what I hoped was to come.
I leaned down over her and took one of her nipples in my mouth, suckling on it and using my tongue as she had done, with my cock. I ran my hand over the other one, pinching the nipple gently, and rolling it between my fingers. I didn't stay very long on her breasts, as I wanted to move further down.
I slid down the bed as she had done, until my face was level with her patch of hair. I gently pulled one leg towards me to leave a space in-between, and once they were far enough apart, moved my knees in-between them and slid my body down flat, on my stomach, until my mouth was in the right position.
Tentatively, I pushed out my tongue until I felt it contact her pubic hair. I felt around with the tip until it fell between her pussy lips, where I encountered lots of moisture already. I tried just pushing between them, but it didn't seem to be as easy as I had seen.
"Use your fingers, to hold me open a bit," she whispered the instruction.
Oh yes, I thought how stupid. So, bringing my hands up, I brushed her trimmed dark hair to each side, and used the fingers of each hand to delve a little way into her slit, and then pulled each of her labia sideways, opening her up so that my tongue could now reach inside.
This was the first real close-up of her vagina that I had seen. As well as the sides of her pussy lips, I had a close-up view of her clit, the hood already back, leaving the pink sensitive nub exposed.
I licked slowly up and down inside each side, pleasantly surprised by the flavour and the sensuous smell of her arousal.
"Ohh," she sighed, "yes, that's it."
I licked round, savouring the unfamiliar taste, right down to her entrance, and then back up. She seemed to be enjoying it, but I knew that her clit was the most sensitive place, and so I gave that an experimental lick.
"Oh God, yes." she said, loudly. It was a good job there was no one else in the house.
I flicked it with my tongue and then sucked it into my mouth like I would a nipple. This had her moving her hips from side to side, breathing harder and almost unseating me.
"Oh heck, you learn fast," she panted.
I was enjoying making her squirm and move her hips up towards my mouth. I gauged what she liked the most by her movements, and sounds, then did that some more.
Now that I had her lips open and my tongue lashing around her clit, I searched for her entrance with my index finger, and slowly but easily, pushed it full length into her wet tunnel.
That brought forth more groans, so I added a second and began moving them in and out, while simultaneously licking and sucking her clit.
My cock had fully recovered now and was squashed between my stomach and the bed. I really wanted to put it inside her, but I wanted to make her cum with my mouth first, as she had done for me. I thought we would probably have plenty of time, as it was now only about mid-morning.
I felt her vagina gripping my fingers, and although she was very wet, it seemed to be getting tighter in there. Wanting to give her the most stimulation, I slid my free arm up over her stomach to her breasts, and now not only was I finger-fucking her and sucking on her clit but was able to pinch her nipples at the same time.
"Oh hell, oh hell," she panted, "don't stop please."
She was in a state now, making some unintelligible sounds, and I could feel her tensing her flat stomach. I realised my mom was about to come, and I was the one getting her there.
With a final gesture, I curled my fingers inside her and scrapped them along the top of the inside of her vagina on each stroke, while sucking her clit as far into my mouth as I could and flicking it with my warm tongue.
With something reminiscent of a wild howl, her muscles clenched my fingers inside her, and I felt a sudden stream of wetness come from within her. She lifted her hips up and down, and trapped my head between her thighs almost painfully, as her orgasm overtook her. I kept up the sucking on her clit and pinching of her nipple, trying to follow her crazy movements. It was unbelievably erotic to know that I had just made my mom come so hard like that.
Gradually she slowed down, then pushed on my head with her hands, "Too much, too sensitive now," she managed to get out, through her laboured breathing.
I did as she said, and just lay there, my fingers still deep inside her, but keeping them still.
"Phew, phew," she kept blowing out of her mouth, her body still vibrating on the bed.
After a minute or two, I slowly withdrew my fingers and slid up her body on top of her, supporting my weight from her on my elbows.
She felt the head of my hard cock touch her pussy lips. "Not yet," she said softly, "I need a few moments."
I placed my mouth on hers, some of her juices still on my lips and kissed her gently.
"That must be me I can taste," she said, sliding her tongue over my lips. "I've never tasted myself before," she added.
"You don't mind?" I asked.
"No, it's a bit strange I suppose, but I don't taste too bad do I," she said, lightly.
"No, quite the opposite," I assured her.
We kissed again, gently at first, then teased each other with our tongues, she in my mouth, then me in hers, she sucked me then I did the same for her. It was a sensuous interlude, allowing her to relax from her orgasm, but for me a mounting excitement.
I lifted one hand and gently stroked around her breast and nipple as we kissed. I could tell she was recovering, by the way she gradually increased the ferocity of her tongue play.
Lying there ready, between her legs, my cock kept jerking and poking at her mound, the head just touching the gap between her pussy lips. That small, but erotic contact, increased my excitement level almost to the top of the scale.
"If you want to, I'm ready now, "she whispered, mid-kiss, "but go slowly and be gently, I am still a bit sensitive," she warned me, putting her hands on my hips.
That was all I needed to hear to move that little bit forwards so that the head of my cock parted her wet and swollen labia. I thought I would have to adjust my cock with my hand, but with her wetness and the position we were in, I felt the head of my cock lodge in the indentation that was her entrance. With myself perfectly aligned, and with another gentle movement of my hips, the head popped inside my mom's vagina once more.
Taking heed of what she had said, I moved gently forwards a little more, desperately curbing the urge to bury myself deep within her in one long thrust. Just the knowledge that I was entering my sexy mom took me close to the edge, never mind the feeling of her wet, warmth, around my cock.
I wasn't aware that we had stopped kissing, nor that her sparking green eyes were staring into mine, as I gradually sheathed the whole of my cock, as far as I could, in her tight channel.
When our pubic hairs crushed against one another and our pubic bones met, it felt fantastic, but not real. I could hardly believe that we were in this position again, by mutual consent, and longing.
I think I was just staying still, and letting the sensations that surrounded my cock flow through me when...
"You can move if you want to," she whispered, in a husky voice, "let me feel you moving."
Slowly I withdrew to the tip and then pushed gently back inside. I began the rhythm again, supporting myself on my hands and pushing up. I tested my will not to come yet, by looking down between us; past her round breasts and dark nipples, past her flat stomach and belly button, to see her pubic hair parted by my cock, moving at the pace I had set, in and out of my mom.
Despite having already come earlier, it was just too sexy for me to last too long, and I think my mom could sense it.
As I speeded up the pace, Mom started to push gently at my hips against my thrusts, effectively slowing and almost stopping me from fucking her. I thought that I was maybe hurting her, as she had warned me, but couldn't think why else she would do that.
"Pete, rest a moment," she said, "I hope you won't think this is really weird, but I want to give you something."
I lay back down on her, my cock twitching inside her with anticipation of what it wanted to do, "Give me something?" I said, questioningly.
"Yes, I thought of it first thing this morning."
It was slightly surreal having a conversation with my mom while I was lying on her, my cock buried to the hilt in her vagina.
"Err ok, what do you mean," I said, totally at a loss.
"I will have to get up to give it to you," she said, mysteriously, "so can you just... ummm... come out of me for a moment."
Slightly disappointed, I withdrew my cock right out, it was covered in her white secretions, a few drops dripping from it onto the bed.
She quickly sat up and reached over to the bedside cabinet for the small bottle she had brought with her first thing.
"This is the plain massage oil that I mixed with the lavender oil; you remember?" she asked.
"Yes, sure."
"I am going to rub some on your ...emmm.. penis," she said, unstopping the bottle and pouring a little into her hands.
Oh, I thought, she is going to finish me with a hand job, it wasn't quite what I had in mind, but I didn't want to spoil it by making a fuss or complaining.
She gently covered my cock with a lavish amount of oil until she was satisfied it was really slippery, then stoppered the bottle and put it back on the cabinet.
She looked lovingly into my eyes and wrapped a hand around my cock. Here comes the hand job I thought.
"You remember what I said earlier about taking something from you, well, while I was thinking that I decided I could give you something that can be special between us, and only us."
I kept silent, intrigued as to where this was going.
"You know when we did... 'this'...on the sofa," she began.
I was surprised how shy she still was about using overtly sexual words, and how it made her blush, but I waited for her to continue.
"You remember you used your finger in my...'bottom'." She looked away from me. "Well, it felt sort of nice and I've never tried it like that before, ever, so I thought you could be the first...with me..." she said, "a sort of different loss of ...'virginity', but for both of us...together...but only if you want to?" she stuttered, clearly embarrassed at having to say these things out loud.
"You want me to put my finger..."
"No, I want you to put this," she squeezed her oily hand around my cock, "in me, there." she finally said.
Oh wow, I thought, she wanted me to be the one to have her first anal sex. I never thought my mom would ever ask me that. We would both be in uncharted territory, but I understood that was what she was offering me, her 'other sort of virginity'. Now I understood why she had covered my hard cock with oil. I had wondered how anal sex might feel when I had watched it on my computer, but never thought I would get to try it with my mom.
"I don't want to hurt you," I said, a bit uncertain now about how it might work.
"I am sure you won't, we can always stop," she assured me.
Now she had made her mind up, she seemed determined to go through with it, so I put the uncertainty away, as I felt the excitement level rising.
"I'll move back onto the bed and be in the same position that I was in on the sofa," she said, crawling onto the centre of the bed on her hands and knees. "You move to be behind me," she instructed.
I already had an idea how this was going to work, so was already moving to be on my knees behind her, looking down at her tight buttocks in front of me. I could see her puffy, pussy lips, going down under her, but straight in front of me was that light brown, closed ring, of wrinkled muscle.
I moved my hands over her back and bottom, stroking gently, then I moved one hand around the side, along the crease of her thighs, until I found her pubic hair. Sliding my fingers down, I located her clit once more and began teasing it round and round, until I heard the satisfying sound of my mom starting to breath faster.
I knew the theory of what I had to do, so using some of the copious oil Mom had massaged onto my cock, I tentatively spread some onto her puckered ring with my fingers. I saw it contract and expand as she felt the contact. I continued to stroke her clit as I carefully probed that tight entrance with the tip of my finger. It seemed a little easier this time, perhaps because Mom was expecting it, but my finger soon slipped in and with a little further push I had it fully inside her.
She sighed, "Mmmmm, yes, that's ok."
I moved both hands in the same rhythm for a while, sensing by her breathing and sighs that she was starting to enjoy the two sensations together.
I looked at my cock pointing straight at the target and wondered how it was ever going to enter her, as the difference to the size of my finger was many times.
"Do you want to try now," she said, her breathing noisy.
"Tell me though if you want me to stop," I said, removing my finger, and my other hand, then positioning the head of my cock in the vacant space.
My cock was very slick with all the oil, and it was difficult to hold it firmly, but I managed to keep it in place while I pushed my hips forwards. She stayed still as I pushed, but my cock just seemed to slip and slide around it, and wouldn't go in. I pushed a bit harder and despite its hardness, I could feel my cock bending in the middle.
It was frustrating; my excitement level was sky high, I was trembling with the effort and need, but it just seemed too big to fit.
Mom must have been feeling uncomfortable with the pushing, "Hold on," she said, "let me try to relax some more, then try."
I eased off and waited, my cock just touching her tight little sphincter. I saw it pulse a few times like a portal opening then closing. On the next one, I pushed forwards harder than I really wanted to, and suddenly it felt like a thick elastic band had been clamped around the purple helmet of my cock, and I could see that the entire head had popped inside.
"Ohhh, wait," she said, panting a little. "I really need to get used to that for a moment."
I stayed still, looking in wonder at my cock partially embedded in Mom's rear entrance. It felt very tight, and I wasn't sure I could get much more in, but I waited for her to tell me it was ok to try. I stroked her back, and down her crease where my cock was lodged, then underneath through her pubic hair and back again.
"It feels so big in there, but see if it will go further now," she said.
I put a hand on the side of each hip so that I was holding her firmly, and then pushed my hips towards her just a fraction at a time. I was amazed to see my cock was actually being swallowed up slowly, and she seemed to be taking it ok.
"That's it, slowly," she said.
I was three-quarters of the way inside her, and it still seemed to be sliding in further.
Finally, all I could see was my pubic hair against her bottom. I was in all the way.
"Are you ...all...in now," she asked.
"Yes," I whispered, in awe at how she had taken it in.
"A first time for us both," she said, quietly.
"Is it ok to move?" I asked her, wanting to find out how it felt compared to her vagina.
"Yes, but be gentle, you are stretching me already," she replied.
As gently as I could, I started to pull out until just the head was left in her, then again as gently as possible, pushed all the way back in. I did it again, and again
"Are you ok Mom?"
"Yes, it feels...I don't know... different, but I am beginning to like it now that I am more used to it."
I held onto her hips as I moved a tiny bit faster on each of the strokes, feeling such a tightness on my cock that was stimulating it far quicker than when I was in her pussy. I guess the taboo nature of all of this was adding to the excitement too.
She had started to moan quietly, and I saw she had put one hand under her, and from the position of it, was rubbing her clit.
I was already feeling that familiar tingling once again, after only a few minutes of being fully inside her, and knew that I wouldn't be able to hold it for long with the eroticism invading all my senses. I increased the pace a little more, my mom still rubbing her clit.
"Oh God, Oh God," she panted, "Ohhhh, mmmm... I'm nearly...ohhhhhh."
Just hearing her so close to coming, with me inside her, took me that extra distance, to the place where I could think about nothing else but getting my cock as far inside as I could.
I felt the spasms start deep down in my cock as it started to pump my sperm up the long tube and out, into my mom. I grunted and groaned as I felt it erupt, and my mom joined me, as she felt something being released into her.
Together, we made a lot of noise, as I felt her sphincter grip me and then loosen then grip me again, like a vice. I pummelled my cock in and out only a small amount, as we both orgasmed in our own way, but with the same sounds, both of us incoherent.
I slowed down and stopped. My heart was racing and judging by the panting, we were both in the same state.
I didn't move as she laid her head down on the pillow, the back of her arms flat on the bed, her bottom still sticking up in the air with me inside her. Slowly she slid her knees backwards either side of me, forcing me to follow her, and end up lying on top of her back, my legs between hers and my nose in her hair.
"Oh, sweet lord, what just happened," she whispered, croakily.
I lifted her hair, nuzzled, and kissed her neck, "Something fantastic," I said, with feeling.
"Yes, it was, it's not something I'll forget easily."
"You really haven't done that before," I asked.
"No, truthfully, that was my first time. I had no idea it might feel so good though. I hope it was for you too?"
"Oh hell, yes, it was. Do you think... I mean emmm... could we do...'things' sometimes," I asked, hesitantly, wondering if all of this would each be just a once-off, and then we would just go back to how we were before.
She thought for a long moment. "I don't want any of this to cause a problem later, but if you are very discreet, maybe occasionally, we can ...love each other," she said, quietly, as though by saying it, we might be found out somehow.
"I am, I will be," I said, "it's our secret, I swear."
"Good, and now, nice as this is, and I can still feel you inside, we need to clean up and have a shower."
"It's nice lying here with you," I said, "but I suppose you are right."
"You can join me if you like?" she said, sexily.
So, I did, but that's another story...A Massage for Mom's Headache Pt. 04
My mom invites my injured Aunt to come and stay for a while.
This story is set in a small town in the UK and written in UK English.
All characters depicted are over 18 and fictitious.
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PART 4
Very little happened during the following week.
I went to college every day and life just sort of carried on as if everything were normal.
I think that Mom was wary of appearing in any way 'different' when Dad was around and so she kept her distance most of the time. I did continue to give her longer than normal hugs, pressing my body against hers, and although she didn't push me away, she didn't respond much either.
I had a late start to classes on Friday, so when I came down to breakfast a bit later than normal, only my mom was in the kitchen sitting drinking a cup of tea.
"Hi," she said, in her normal manner, "there is toast and tea I've just made over there if you want some, but I can make you something else if you want?"
"Ummm, thanks, I'll just have a slice of toast and the tea," I said, putting a couple of slices onto a plate and pouring a mug of tea. "Where's Dad?"
"Oh, he's already gone to work, about an hour ago, some sort of early meeting," he said.
"Right," I replied, "so as it's just us, can I talk to you?"
She looked at me a bit warily, "About what?"
"Well...about...us and things," I said, a bit embarrassed and not sure how to broach the subject.
"I'm not sure we should talk about it," she said quickly, "it's probably best left as it is."
"Yes but..."
"No Pete, I have other things on my mind, and it's too...," she hesitated, taking a sip of her tea, "...complicated."
I wondered now if she regretted the things we did having thought more about it, or was worried that somehow Dad might find out, but she seemed adamant that we weren't going to discuss it. It was very confusing.
"What else is on your mind then?" I asked, sitting down at the table with her.
"I was going to talk to you anyway about something else," she said, "it's about your Aunt Evelyn."
"Your sister, yes, wow, we haven't seen her for years, doesn't she live alone in some wild and desolate place?"
"Yes," she sighed, "she lives in a small cottage on Dartmoor where she can get 'inspiration' for her painting."
"Ah, I remember now, she's a bit younger than you and some sort of 'artist' isn't she?"
"Yes, that's right, lots of wildlife and botanical stuff. She seems to make a living from it though."
"So, what's the problem?" I asked.
"The problem is that she had a fall while out on the moor, breaking one wrist and injuring some of the muscles and tendons in her leg on the same side. I won't bore you with all the details, so to cut a long story short, they won't let her out of hospital unless there is someone to look after her for a couple of weeks while she recovers enough to live alone again."
"Ok, and does that mean you are going down to stay with her?"
"No, your dad doesn't want me to go, I think he is afraid he will have to look after himself for a change," she said, wearily.
"Well, what's going to happen?"
"I explained to him that she doesn't have anyone else, so eventually, with a lot of persuasion, he has agreed she can come and stay here. A physiotherapist will come in each day and help her with exercises and stuff."
"Hmmm, ok," I said, wondering how this was all going to work.
"The thing is," Mom continued, "she will have to have your room where there is some space, and you will have to move into the small box room."
"Ohh, really?"
"Yes, sorry, but there is nowhere downstairs suitable, and it will only be for a short while...will that be ok with you?"
I knew it was a rhetorical question as I wasn't really being given a choice, and it wasn't as if I was going to be sleeping on the sofa or something, as there was a single bed in there.
"Yes, I guess so," I answered, slowly, "when is she arriving?"
"Hopefully, later tomorrow if transport can be arranged. She is sorting that out herself. She likes to be independent, so I think staying here and relying on us for some help won't go down too well with her."
"I guess it's just one of those things," I said, "I'm sure it'll be ok."
"Thank you, I am impressed with the way you have accepted it, but I doubt your dad will be as flexible."
I laughed and that brought a smile to her face.
"And that other thing you wanted to talk about, just leave it until she has been and gone, she mustn't even get a hint...ok?"
"Yes, I understand," I said, a bit disappointed.
Having quickly munched my way through the toast, I got up from the table, moved round behind her and began to gently massage her shoulders.
She sat there for a moment and let me dig my fingers into her tight muscles, and then smooth my hands across her shoulders and neck. I'm sure I heard a very quiet sigh escape her lips.
"Pete, you will be late for college, so you had better get going," she said, firmly, and got up from her chair taking the breakfast things to the sink.
I sidled up behind her and gave her a hug from behind, feeling my cock press against her tight bottom as I pulled her towards me.
"Pete!" she said, warningly.
Realising she wasn't going to change her mind, I gave her a quick parting kiss on her neck and made my way out to collect my books and coat, leaving her to do some re-arranging in preparation for Aunt Evelyn's visit.
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When the taxi pulled up late on Saturday afternoon, I went outside with Mom to help Aunt Evelyn into the house. It had been many years since I had seen my aunt and I was surprised to see a slim, attractive, willowy lady, with long dark hair sitting there.
The taxi driver got her luggage from the boot and took it up the short drive to the house, leaving it by the front door, while between us, Mom and I carefully helped Aunt Evelyn out of the taxi. She had a long plaster cast on her hand and wrist that extended someway up her forearm, supported by a sling round her neck and on the same side, some sort of solid leg support, fixed by buckles and what looked like Velcro fasteners, which extended from her ankle and disappeared under her knee-length skirt.
It was tricky even getting her out, despite the wide door, and a couple of times I caught a flash of her white knickers as we manoeuvred her around. I did feel a bit guilty for taking advantage as she was so incapacitated, but judging by her other slim leg, I could see that she was an attractive woman, and maybe only twelve or so years older than me, so I reasoned a quick peek wasn't too bad a deed.
"Whoa, just hold it a moment," she said, upright but leaning on the door of the taxi, "I just need a breather before we tackle the path to the house. I can't even use a stick with my injured arm on the same side."
While she recovered from the exertion, she looked me up and down.
"Well, Pete, you've certainly grown and filled out since I last saw you, I think you must only have been about eight or ten then," she said.
"I didn't know it was that long," I said, blushing at the scrutiny.
Mom was just standing there listening with a smile on her face.
"Umm, Aunt Evelyn, do you feel ok to get to the house now?" I asked.
"Yes, I think so, but less of the 'Aunt' stuff, seeing you all grown up now makes me feel really old, so just 'Eve' is fine."
"Right...ok...so umm,... Eve, are you ready?"
It seemed odd to call her just by her name, but as that was how she wanted it, it was fine with me, as long as I remembered.
With mom on one side and me on the other, holding Eve tightly round the waist and shoulders, we shuffled slowly up the path to the house. I was a complete gentleman and tried to make sure I didn't touch anywhere I shouldn't, although once or twice I did feel the underside of her small breasts pressing onto my forearm as I supported her, but I am sure that in the struggle she didn't notice.
Once inside, we made her comfortable on the sofa with her leg propped up on a small stool and I fetched her luggage in from where the taxi driver had left it and took it up to 'my room'.
"Thank you, Pete," she said, "it's good of you to give up your room and the time to help."
"It's no problem," I replied, "what are families for."
"Talking of families where's your dad, I thought he might be here?"
"Oh, he's gone off to play golf again," Mom butted in, "I doubt we will see much of him over the weekend."
"Oh, fine," Eve said, with what seemed like a relieved look on her face.
"If there in nothing else for now, I'll leave you two to chat and see you later?" I said.
"Yes, thanks son, if Eve needs to move anywhere, we'll give you a shout," Mom said.
I went off up to my 'new' bedroom to sort out my computer and make the best of the smaller space.
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I wasn't interrupted, and a few hours later Mom called me down for a slightly earlier than normal dinner. I saw that Dad was still not home, but I knew he liked to go to the Golf Club bar with his fellow golfers after playing, so I wasn't that surprised. What did surprise me was that Eve was already seated at the dining table with her injured leg resting on the stool, although they hadn't asked me to come down and help.
We all chatted over the meal; me and Eve getting to know one another, exchanging bits of information about our lives. I wasn't too keen on her probing about my non-existent love life which, embarrassingly, made me blush and I couldn't stop myself. It was the sort of thing that aunts do, but I didn't think I could ask her about her love life, although I thought it might have been more interesting than mine
I also took the opportunity to look and take in more details about her.
It seemed that country living in the fresh air had had a beneficial effect on her skin and hair as despite having been in an accident and spent days in hospital, both were fresh and young looking; her dark eyes bright and alert, like someone in their mid twenties. Her breasts I observed (surreptitiously of course), were not large but neither were they small from what I could make out under her loose top. They seemed to match her slim figure and I thought she would probably look good in a bikini, but I doubted I would get to confirm that. In fact, I found her quite sexually attractive, but had to keep reminding myself that she was actually my aunt and not let my expression give away that I might be having any 'impure' thoughts about her.
After dinner, I helped Mom take the dishes to the kitchen and feeling helpful, began to wash them up.
Mom came in with a few more bits and pieces then stood right alongside me.
She looked behind us as if making sure we were alone, although I didn't see how we couldn't be, given Eve's predicament.
"I need to tell you something," she whispered, very softly into my ear, "but you need to be mature about it."
I turned my head to look at her quizzically.
"It's this," she said, even softer, "while you were upstairs, I had to help Eve to the bathroom."
"Ok," I whispered back, wondering why she needed to tell me this.
"The thing is..." she paused and looked around again, "she has been finding it very difficult to deal with her...underwear and doesn't want to rely on someone to help her with it."
A bad thought popped into my head, that I wouldn't mind helping her with any aspect of her underwear, then immediately felt guilty for thinking about her in that way when she was incapacitated and probably in pain.
"Hmmm, yes, I can see that might be difficult and embarrassing for her with that plaster cast and the long leg support," I said, "especially if it's only Dad that's here," I added, grinning to myself, and wondering how he would cope.
"Right, well, she has decided that if she doesn't wear any for the time being, she can probably manage everything herself once she is helped to either the bathroom or the bedroom...see?"
I let that sink in for a moment.
"Are you are telling me she is going to go around half-naked?"
"No, of course not," she hissed, quietly, in my ear again. "Don't be silly. She will be wearing longish skirts and loose tops, and the only reason I am telling you this is so that when she needs help to move anywhere, if by any chance you should catch a glimpse of anything you shouldn't, and you know what I mean, just ignore it. Don't embarrass her and definitely don't let her know that I have told you...ok?"
"Umm, yes, ok, I won't," I replied.
"Good, and thank you for clearing up in here, I'd better get back to her before she wonders what we are talking about," she said, and left me to finish up.
Wow, I thought after she had gone, this might be more interesting that I thought, an attractive woman around the house with no knickers or bra on, even if she is my aunt. I decided that with this new information, I would try to help her more than I was planning on doing initially, it could prove to be 'rewarding'. As I dried the glasses and my mind wandered through various lustful scenarios, I felt my cock stir at some of the thoughts and once again felt guilty at having them.
Dad arrived home just as I was finishing in the kitchen. I could tell he wasn't in the best of moods, so I guessed that he hadn't done too well at golf, as that was how it manifested itself.
I heard him greet Eve brusquely, exchanged a few words with Mom and then made his way past the kitchen and up to their bedroom.
As I went back into the sitting room I caught the end of a comment by Mom, "...so it looks like its up to me and Pete."
I looked between one and the other questioningly.
"Sorry, but I think you are going to be called more into service than I thought," Eve said, looking at me, "I hope it's not going to inconvenience you too much?"
"Apparently your Dad isn't going to be around much over the next few days," Mom said, "more golf and some supposed work conference he 'has' to attend," she rolled her eyes at me.
"I am sorry," Eve said, "I never really got on with your dad, and if your mom is not around, I might need to call on you."
She looked a bit concerned that she was causing a problem.
"It's fine," I said, brightly, trying to alleviate the situation, "I don't have anything planned, so you can relax, just let me know what you need." I added, magnanimously.
"That's really kind," Eve said, giving me a smile that made her eyes sparkle and my brain go into 'lustful scenario' mode again.
I don't think Mom noticed, as she wasn't paying too much attention due to being flustered and a bit ashamed of Dad's attitude, which wasn't what she was expecting. However, I knew from previous comments over the last couple of weeks that their relationship wasn't all that good, and that was what had probably led to the intimacies we had indulged in.
Dad stayed well out of the way, we think he had already eaten at the Golf Club, and I could hear the TV in the bedroom, so I assumed he was in there watching it.
The three of us watched a bit of TV in the living room, but gradually Eve started to yawn more often.
"I think I need to go to bed before I fall asleep down here," Eve said, yawning again.
"Ok, ummm, well, the stairs aren't too wide so as Pete is stronger than me, if he supports you and I follow on in case anyone slips, I think we can get you upstairs safely," Mom said.
"Sorry to be such a nuisance, but I am grateful for you having me here instead of having to stay in hospital," Eve said, through yet another yawn.
"It's not a problem," I said, beginning to look forward to putting my arms round my attractive aunt. "Let's get you upright first and let me know if I am hurting you in any way."
Putting her inflexible, injured, leg down off the stool onto the floor, I put my hands under Eve's armpits and with her helping and a bit of a grimace and grunt on her part, got her into a standing position.
We walked her slowly towards the stairs, my arm round her waist supporting her so that she didn't have to put much weight on her injured leg.
At the foot of the stairs, which fortunately had no turns and went straight up, she looked upwards and gave a sigh.
"I looks a long way up to the top, I hope I can manage it," she said, a bit nervously.
"Don't worry," I said, "I'm sure it will be ok, it's not like you're a heavyweight, is it?"
"Ok, well, I'll hold on to the stair rail with my good hand and we need to take it one step at a time, is that ok?"
"Pete, you keep hold of her and I'll be right behind in case you need more help," Mom said.
I put one arm across her front at waist level, holding onto her far hip bone with my hand, and the other hand behind her onto her lower back so I could support her while we began to ascend.
I realised straight away that the stairs were not really built to enable two people to go up side by side, so I dropped back a little to give her room and my hand slid across her tight stomach to her nearest hip. I immediately put the other hand behind her near her other hip. However, as she was so slim, part of my hand was on the side of her bottom where I could feel the firm globe under her skirt.
When she felt my hands there, she looked round at me as if to say something, then changed her mind and with my help supporting her, pulled herself up one step.
Knowing what Mom had told me, I knew that only the thin voluminous skirt was between my hand and her naked flesh. Once again, I felt a stab of guilt for the thoughts passing through my 18-year-old imaginative brain, as I felt her muscles move under my hand.
When we moved up to the second step, Eve turned a little to get a better grip on the handrail and my hand slipped round a bit further into the centre, so that my thumb was just in the crease of her bottom and the rest of my hand was under the far bum cheek.
Oh my God, I thought, am I actually feeling my aunt up, or is this just a practical way to get her up the stairs? Knowing where my hand was, my cock had begun to stir, so I think it was partly both.
Eve must have noticed, but she seemed too focussed on getting onto the next step to take much notice and with me in the way, I didn't think Mom could see.
We progressed slowly upwards, Eve puffing with the effort; me letting my hand move gradually onto different areas of her bottom while taking her weight, and Mom coming up behind.
By the time we had reached the landing at the top, I think I must have felt the detail of most of Eve's firm bottom and still had my hand on it as we paused for breath.
"Thank you, Pete, I think that was harder than you thought it would be," she eventually said, giving me a knowing look, "you might want to move your hand now though" she added, more quietly, lifting one eyebrow.
I couldn't stop the blush; it was obvious she knew what I had been doing all along.
"Right, let's get you into the bedroom," Mom said, coming up behind us.
"Can I ummm... help with anything," I asked.
"Not at the moment," Eve said, with a quick grin, "your mom and I can manage from here. Thank you again."
Well, I obviously haven't upset her with my not-too-surreptitious groping I thought, as I made my way back downstairs to finish watching TV. I wondered how the following days would work out.
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The next morning being a Sunday, I stayed in bed a little longer than during the week, but was woken up by various noises, a bit of laughter, and talking, coming from the bathroom just down the hallway. As I listened, I could tell it was Mom and Eve, so I assumed they were working out the logistics of enabling Eve to wash.
Much as I would have liked to 'help' I thought it prudent to stay out of it. I was thinking about the feel of Eve's bottom that I groped while getting her upstairs, and whether I could risk anything when getting her back down later this morning. My imagination knew no bounds and I did use up a couple of tissues with a very satisfying wank as I pictured various scenarios.
I had dozed off after that but was woken again by knocking on my door.
"Are you awake Pete?" Mom said, outside my door.
"Ummm...yes, I am now," I replied, groggily, "you can come in if you want."
Mom opened the door and came in, stopping at the foot of the bed. Opening my eyes fully, I could see she was still wearing her bathrobe with bits of her nightdress showing here and there.
"I'm sorry to wake you, but we need to get Eve downstairs now. Together we managed to get her washed and dressed although it was a bit of a struggle, as we had to keep the plaster cast dry, but I didn't realise we could take off her leg support for a brief time, which made it simpler."
"I could have helped if it would have made it easier," I said, grinning.
"I'm sure you would have liked that," Mom said, almost with a reciprocal grin, "but I doubt Eve would have been as happy."
Although I had come recently, seeing Mom standing there had my cock stirring again at the memory of what we had done before, and it made me bolder than I should have been.
"Has Dad already left to play golf again?"
"Yes, he couldn't get out quickly enough today," she answered.
"Well, why don't you come and have a little cuddle with me before we get Eve down the stairs?" I asked, lifting the corner of the bedclothes.
"Shhhhh," she said, looking behind her, "I told you not to talk about that. My sister has an injured arm and leg, there's nothing wrong with her hearing," she hissed, looking nervous and a bit annoyed.
"Yes, ok," I said, disappointed and with my cock half erect.
"Put some clothes on and then come to Eve's room," she said, before leaving and closing the door behind her.
After visiting the bathroom, I did as I was told, slipped on some loose shorts and T shirt, then went and knocked on Eve's door.
She called me in, and I found her relaxing full length on the bed, dressed in another light, wide, flowery skirt that came below her knees, and a loose top.
"I'm sorry to be such a nuisance and get you out of bed," she immediately apologised, "but I am grateful that at least one of the men in the house is so willing to help," she added, referring I assumed to my dad.
"It's really no trouble," I replied, honestly, "it must be difficult for you too, having to rely on other people."
"That's true but thank you anyway. If you can help me slide off the bed and then stand up, we can hobble to the stairs together."
"Shouldn't we wait for Mom?"
"No, I'm sure we can manage, I think we discovered yesterday that there isn't really room for three on the stairs anyway."
I was a bit worried about causing her pain, so as she slid her good leg over and off the bed, I helped her with the other one, which was fixed in a straight position and considerably heavier due to the metal reinforced support. As the first leg touched the floor and the other one followed across the bed, her legs had to open fairly wide. I glanced instinctively at her skirt that had also stretched across both legs making a tunnel.
I realised that with the light passing through her thin skirt, I could see right up it, past where the leg support finished mid-thigh, to a distinct dark patch between her two legs.
Christ, I thought, Mom had told me Eve wasn't going to wear any underwear to make it easier for her, and I can clearly see my aunt's pubic hair. What she had said afterwards then clicked in, and I tried to pretend I hadn't seen anything. Moreover, I hoped that Eve had been too busy concentrating on getting off the bed to have noticed me looking.
Realising that my aunt was naked under just that flimsy skirt and top, hadn't done me much good in trying to act naturally, and my cock was starting to mis-behave by steadily growing under my loose shorts. I could feel myself blushing too.
"Come on," she said, sensing my slight hesitation, and with a little smile, "I'm sure you've seen female legs before."
"Yes, sorry," I said.
However, I was thinking to myself, 'yes I have, but seeing your pussy is something I haven't see before.'
We finally made it hobbling to the stairs, my arm round her waist supporting her light weight, while my hand was at times slipping just under her unfettered breast, feeling the underside rest on the back of my hand occasionally. My thoughts were split between genuinely helping her to move and the sensation of touching parts of her body that I probably shouldn't. My cock was almost fully erect and making me feel a bit awkward but hidden by the loose clothes I too was wearing.
"How are we going to do this without you falling down the stairs?" I asked.
"Well, how about you stand in front of me and steady me, while I hang onto the banister like yesterday, and move down one step at a time."
"Hmm, ok, we can give it a go," I said, more confidently than I was feeling.
She started down, me holding onto her hips in front from the step below, and she, with only one good hand, trying to support herself while she manoeuvred her one good leg and the bulkier one down one step. I could feel the effort she was putting in and her body trembled as she managed the one step.
"Stop, stop," she said, slightly panicky, "I don't think I can do it this way, it's different to coming up and I feel very unsteady, and scared I am going to tumble all the way down."
I knew we should have waited for Mom, but I could hear her in the shower now, so no help was coming from that direction anytime soon.
"Ok, ummmm...lets sit you down on the stairs for a moment."
"Yes, good idea, the nearer to the floor I am the safer I'll feel," she said.
We managed that fairly easily, Eve still hanging onto the banister with her good hand, and her supported leg sticking out straight and pointing down the stairs.
"Do you think you could slide down, like one step at a time, on your...ummm... bottom," I said, blushing a little again. "I'll stay in front and make sure you don't slip."
"That sounds better, lets give it a try," she agreed.
The first step went well, her bottom sliding easily on the carpeted stairs, and she had control with her grip on the banister. I went down backwards ready to stop her if she needed it.
The next was fine.
On the third one, the back of her skirt seemed to snag on the carpet and stayed where it was, while she continued down. This had the effect of pulling the bottom hem up her legs to a couple of inches above her knee. I think she was so focussed on the effort of her movements that she didn't immediately notice but began the slide down to the next one.
As she dropped down to sit on the next step, her skirt shot up almost to waist level, still snagged behind her. With the good leg bent at the knee for support, her dark triangle of pubic hair and slit between her pussy lips became totally exposed to the daylight and my eyes. We both froze for a second or two, although it felt a lot longer to me as I gazed at my aunt's naked pussy, quickly emblazoning the detail in my brain.
"Ohh fuck," she said.
My eyebrows automatically raised at her unexpected language.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to swear, but this is a bit embarrassing," she said, contritely.
"Don't worry, I've heard worse," I said, grinning.
"Hell, you'll hear more if you don't help me cover up," she said, more of grimace than a grin on her face.
"Yes, of course, let me just..."
I moved forwards, even closer to her bare pussy and put my hands behind her, feeling for where the skirt was snagged. Going through my mind though was the perverted thought that if I just knelt between her knees, I could easily push my already hard cock straight into her. I almost blushed deeper at having that thought, with her lying there feeling awkward and embarrassed.
I did manage to pull the skirt free and as she raised her bottom a little, I smoothed it under her with my hands running down along the back of her thighs and then pulling it down from her waist, my fingers only a couple of inches from that dark triangle of hair.
Finally, she was decent again.
"Thank you, errrr... sorry you had to see that, it's probably better if we don't tell my sister, just keep it our secret?"
"Yes, sure, I said," grinning again.
"And you can stop grinning," she said, "it wasn't that funny," then grinned herself.
We seemed to have built a bit of a rapport and knowing that I had now had a good look at her most private parts, she didn't pay too much attention to her modesty and as we progressed from step to step down to the bottom. I caught further glimpses of her womanhood as we progressed without comment or acknowledgement from either of us.
At last, we reached the bottom of the stairs, and having got her standing up, I helped her into the living room where she sank gratefully into an armchair. I fetched the footstool for her and propped her leg up on it.
"Are you comfortable?" I asked.
"I am now, thank you. Sorry to be such a nuisance."
"It's ok, you're really not, I don't mind helping you at all," I reiterated.
"I appreciate it, and please not a word to your mom about the little...you know...'mishap', I don't want her to think I am a corrupting influence, because I can see it has affected you," she said, with a grin, looking at where my cock was forming a tent in my shorts.
"Yes, well..." I said, turning away from her before she got yet another blush out of me. At this rate I would have a permanent blush on my face, "here's the remote control for the TV, I think Mom has finished in the shower so I can get in there now," I added, and quickly left her to it.
I took a shower and the opportunity to sort out my cock that was aching to be stroked, with the image of Eve's pussy foremost in my mind.
The rest of the day passed uneventfully. Mom was around to help Eve and I was only needed to help get her back up the stairs in the late evening, and even that went easier than the first time.
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Before I went to college on Monday morning, we repeated the 'getting downstairs' manoeuvre, but this time with Mom watching from the top of the stairs. Everything went without a hitch. I guess practice makes perfect as they say, or we were just getting the hang of it.
When I returned home around 3:15 in the afternoon, the door wasn't locked, and house seemed a bit quiet. I expected to hear Mom and Eve chatting or something, but the house was silent.
"Hello?" I shouted from the hallway, "anyone home?"
"Up here," I heard Eve shout from the direction of her bedroom.
I climbed the stairs and found her door open, with her lying on the bed, her back propped up on a couple of pillows and a disregarded book by her side.
"Is everything ok?" I asked.
"No, it's not," she replied, in a voice that sounded a bit stressed.
"Oh...ummmm...do you need the bathroom or something? Where's Mom?"
"No, it's not that, your mom has gone out to do some shopping as the Physio was supposed to come at 3 o'clock, but he phoned just after she left to say he is unwell and won't be able to come for a few days."
"Oh, I see," I said, not really seeing the problem at all, after all I didn't think a few days would matter too much. "Well, if you know what to do, I am sure you could just do the exercises yourself?"
"Yes, I can, but... it's the other thing."
"The other thing?"
"Yes," she said.
I must have looked confused.
"Look, not only does he help me to remove this damn support and guide me with the exercises, but he also massages the leg muscles and rubs this cream..." she nodded her head towards a large tub on her bedside table, "...into my skin to stop it getting dry and flaky from being in the support."
"Ohh," I said, understanding now that she couldn't do that herself with only one good hand.
As the realisation dawned in my brain that maybe I might enjoy doing that for her if she would let me, my cock was way ahead of me and had started to fill with blood. Should I suggest it? I wondered, or after our earlier incident, will she see through it instantly as a ploy for her hormone-fuelled nephew to stroke her leg.
I felt the atmosphere change as we both pondered on the problem in silence for what seemed a long time but was probably only a few seconds.
You know the thought that appears in your head on these occasions when you are not sure about something, well, it was suggesting that I just ask her, 'go on', it said, 'it worked with your mom didn't it?'
Yes, I thought, but this is my aunt, and I don't know how she will react, it may cause all sorts of problems if she takes offence.
'She clearly need help, why can't it be you', my train of thought went, and my cock got harder. 'Just laugh it off as a joke if she takes it badly, you've' nothing to lose', it persisted.
"Aunt... I mean Eve," I corrected, "if you really need help, I am sure I could do it." I said, heart in my mouth for the reaction.
"You wouldn't know how," she replied.
"Of course, I'm not trained or anything, but I'm sure with your guidance I could loosen your muscles a bit and rub some of the cream into your skin if it would make you feel better."
'That was clever asking for her 'guidance' off the cuff like that', I heard my thoughts say.
She was looking at me, appraising me, even considering what I had suggested, it seemed.
"I...don't know... do you...think you could?" she asked, not really convinced.
"Ummm yea, I think so, its just 'rubbing' really isn't it."
"If you put it like that I suppose so," she said, still pondering her answer.
"Or we can just leave it for when Mom comes home in a couple of hours, she always takes a long time once she gets out shopping," I added.
"My skin does feel a bit irritated already though... are you sure you wouldn't mind, it's a bit messy."
I definitely don't mind I thought, but it might not do to appear to be too eager.
"Errrr... no, I don't mind, but if I don't do it right, we can always stop and you can wait for Mom," I suggested.
"Hmm, I'm still not sure," she paused, thinking, "I guess it won't hurt to try," she said, after a final pause.
"Ok, I said," perhaps a bit too quickly, "I'll just go and change my clothes and be back in a moment."
Before she could re-think it, I almost ran to my room, changed into my usual 'house wear' of loose shorts and baggy, long T shirt, leaving my feet bare, went back to my aunt's room.
"Right," I said, jovially, "how do we do this?"
"Right, well, first, help me unbuckle the straps and Velcro fittings so that you can peel the support off my leg."
It wasn't complicated and I accomplished that fairly easily, although, she had to pull her skirt high up her long leg for the final straps, which were all fairly tight. I carefully peeled the support off her leg and could see the red marks it had left behind on parts of her skin.
"Ohh, that feels better with it in the open air," she sighed, "I'd like to scratch it, but I know I mustn't, that's where the cream comes in. Put that long towel over there under my leg to keep the bed clean and then get the tub of cream."
I did as I was told, then without being asked, crawled up onto the bed facing her, her foot just between my knees.
"Good, now start gently with my foot, spread, and massage the cream into my skin. I'll tell you if the pressure is right."
My cock was almost fully erect under my shorts as I gently picked up her foot. I took some cream on my fingers and began to massage her foot; round her heel, underneath, between her toes and then back up to go around her ankle. I did this several times letting the skin absorb the moisture. I was remembering doing this to Mom that evening on the sofa, and what it had led to, but was abruptly brought out of my reverie by my aunt.
"Hmmm, are you sure you haven't done this before, you're not half bad at it," she said.
"No," I lied, a bit too quickly perhaps, "but its not that difficult, am I pressing too hard or is it ok?"
"You've got it just about right, it's feeling wonderful."
"That's good then just relax and I'll continue like this," I said.
Satisfied that I was doing it right, she sank back onto the pillows, and I felt her body loosen up a bit more.
Her skirt had remained lying across her legs almost at the top of her thighs, but covering where I knew her naked pussy would be. By gently lifting her leg as I continued to massage her ankle, I confirmed, as I glimpsed the dark patch between her legs, that she was still not wearing any underwear.
Slowly, my cream covered hands made their way up her calf, gently massaging her muscles and rubbing the cream into the skin. I thought it would stay greasy, but it seemed that the dry skin was absorbing all the moisture and I had to continually add more of it to my hands.
After about 10 minutes or so, I had reached beyond her knee and was now working my fingers into her lower thigh where I could still see the marks that the support had left on her skin. She had closed her eyes and occasionally sighed, I assumed because of the relief I was giving her itchy skin.
I was aware that all the time I was stroking further and further up her leg, I was getting nearer to the dark patch of pubic hair that I could see now and then. This was not lost on my cock which was fully erect and urged on by the thoughts going through my head of how close I was to my aunt's vagina.
Eventually, I reached the edge of her skirt. Should I stop now, I wondered.
I knew Eve wasn't asleep, but she hadn't said anything apart from the soft sighs now and then.
'What if I just continue up?' I thought, 'I'm sure she will stop me when she thinks its far enough', I reasoned, 'but what if she gets angry if she thinks I am groping her again and tells Mom?'
I continued to gently massage, my fingers just briefly going under her skirt, while I tried to decide what to do.
'Go on, just a bit further', that internal voice piped up, 'remember how your mom liked it?', but my conscience said, 'just stop now you've done what was necessary'. I was in a turmoil, wanting to go that bit further, but scared of the consequences.
Perhaps I might be able to just go another few inches on her leg, but not actually touch her pubic hair I thought, then if she didn't say anything, I could try a bit more perhaps? 'Yes, that would work', the voice said convincingly.
Shaking slightly, I picked up a little more cream and slid my hands further up her thigh, pushing her skirt up slowly as I went with the back of my hand.
I got right to the top without a word or sign from my aunt and then I accidentally (really, it was) felt the back of one hand just brush lightly against the hair there. My hard cock actually twitched in my shorts with the thought of what I had just touched.
"I think you might have finished that leg," Eve said, quietly.
But did I detect she was breathing more rapidly than before?
"Ohhh, ok, yes, I think I have," I said, quickly withdrawing my hands, but leaving her skirt much higher, with both long legs almost fully exposed.
"Thanks Pete, that was very relaxing and gentle, you seem to have the knack," she said, softly, without opening her eyes, and paused, "I know it's not really necessary and I don't want to take advantage of you helping me, but would you mind doing the same to the other one? I'm taking most of the strain on my good leg, so I think it would really help."
Wow, I thought, she liked it, and wants me to do the good one. I was getting more excited and wondered where this might be going, or if she really saw it as just a pseudo-medical act. My cock was still tenting my shorts, but Eve couldn't see it while she was lying down.
I checked the clock to see if there would be time before Mom came home as I didn't want her to find me massaging Eve's bare legs with so obvious an erection. I'm sure she wouldn't approve or be pleased.
"Emmm...yes, sure, I'd like to if it's helping, but I am not sure Mom would understand if she came home and saw me doing it," I said.
"It is helping," she mumbled, "and I'm sure we could just keep it between ourselves if it worries you, just like our other little secret."
So, she was willing for us to keep this secret from Mom as well. It did make me think about what other little secrets she might be willing for us to keep.
"OK, I'll do it like the other one, shall I?" I asked.
"Ohh yes, just like that," she almost whispered.
I moved across the bed so that her other leg was pointing between mine, and began the same procedure, starting with her toes, manipulating, and loosening them while applying the cream. This leg felt more natural than her injured one, shapelier, and the muscle tone much better, not that I really knew what it should feel like, but it felt good to me.
As I progressed up her leg, I had to bend it to massage her calf, then her knee. I saw as I did it that her skirt which she had not adjusted, had ridden up a bit further, and once more I could see most of her un-trimmed, dark, bush just under the hem. I didn't know if she was oblivious to this or was deliberately letting me have another look at her as some sort of 'payment' for helping her. My cock had now been hard for some time and was beginning to ache a little from the need to be stroked, but although I tried to think of a way to do it surreptitiously, I couldn't come up with any excuse to do anything in case she somehow noticed.
I ventured higher up with my hands, my brain aware that I was stroking the luscious thigh of an attractive woman and willing me to go further up each time.
I noticed that the fingers on Eve's good hand, which was lying palm down, flat on the towel to one side of her, were moving just enough to give the impression of 'scratching' at the towel. Her chest was rising more often than someone just relaxing, and I could just about hear faint sighs escaping her lips.
I didn't want to ask her if I had done enough, as I knew from doing her other leg, she would stop me when she felt it had gone far enough, so little by little I moved further north up her thigh.
I was getting close to her sex again now, using my hands all round her firm thigh.
I moved fractionally higher each time, until my fingers were just skimming the hair covering her labia, right where her thigh joined her body. I was waiting for her to tell me that we had reached the end of the massage, but she said nothing.
What shall I do, I thought, just keep massaging in and around the area until she tells me to stop?
'No', my perverted internal voice was telling me, 'just let your fingers touch her there and see what she does, remember, she said stop last time'.
I know, I thought, but to actually, deliberately touch her there would be a definite act, she would be sure to tell Mom and all hell would break loose.
'Remember, it worked with your mom, didn't it?', the voice reminded me again.
My fingers were so close to her pussy now, that just stretching them out would land them on the slit between her labia, but I didn't dare.
But, just hold on there, I could smell something over the perfume of the cream I was using. Was it what I thought it was? Was Eve actually aroused by me massaging her? It smelled remarkably like how my mom had smelt when I had gotten her aroused with her massage.
'Yes', my other voice said, 'and isn't she still breathing faster and even moaning quietly when you touch her?'
OMG, she was, and still had her eyes closed. Shall I...
My hands were trembling, as I slid one of them up to the top of her thigh and round, I let my thumb slide over one of her pussy lips, coating the thick hair there with the white cream.
She sighed louder.
Was that a signal?
I did it again with a little more pressure so there could be no mistake I was stroking that part of her.
Another sigh, almost a moan.
"Pete..."
Ohh, Ohh, I thought, she is going to be annoyed, perhaps I shouldn't have listened to my cock voice.
"Pete, you're my nephew, I don't think you should be doing that."
I heard what she had said, but I also saw that she hadn't moved or attempted to brush my hands away. I stopped, my hands still touching high up on her thigh.
"S...sorry, I was...I mean, I got sort of carried away, you've got such lovely legs," I mumbled my 'excuse'.
"I'm sure you did just get 'carried away', and I am flattered, but I am torn between what's right and not; you have made me feel, ummm..., relaxed, and it has been so long since... Anyway... you know that we can't ... you know... do much, it would be crossing a line," she said, haltingly, almost regretfully, I thought.
"You did like it though?" I asked, tentatively, hoping that the rapport we had built up might allow me to ask, my hands still gently stroking the top of her thigh, within millimetres of her dark triangle.
She didn't answer for a moment, and I thought I had been too bold and maybe gone too far for her.
Then she said, "I won't lie to you, yes, I was enjoying it, but I am thinking what would your mom, my sister, say if she knew you were touching me like this. She was always the prudish one, I don't want to cause a problem."
Now she had really surprised me, she seemed more worried about Mom finding out rather then the fact that I was almost touching her pussy. If only she knew what Mom and I had been doing.
" Ummm... I'd never say anything of course, it would just be between us, but only if you want me to?" I coaxed her, a feeling of deja-vu about Mom coming over me.
"I think..., emmmm, I should be saying no, but if you do massage me a little more, your mother must never know," she answered, still very quietly.
"Would it be ok and make you feel good if... if I just touched you here," I said, letting a finger slide through her pubic hair.
"Ohhh mmmm,"
"Is that a 'yes'," I asked, quietly, running my finger back again.
"Just that then Pete, would probably be... ok, I think, as long as it does just remain between us," she whispered.
Before she could change her mind, I ran several of my fingers over her mound, and down each side of her now more swollen labia and along the creases where her legs joined her body. Letting the back of my index finger trace up her slit, my other fingers sliding along the outside, I sort of squashed my finger between her lips as it slid up.
"Oh God, I'm not sure we should be doing this..." she mumbled, her fingers gripping the towel more strongly.
"Do you want me to stop Eve?" I asked, hoping she had gone past the point when she would want me to stop.
I could feel a wetness now on my finger as it pressed between her plumped up lips.
"No, that's feels so good, just like that," she whispered, her breathing short and shallow.
Gently and slowly, I explored with my fingers, now coated in a mixture of the massage cream and her own juices. She felt different to my mom, her swollen lips felt a bit firmer, the skin tighter, I didn't know if it was just that she was younger than Mom, or if everyone had a different feel, as I wasn't experienced enough to know.
She had moved her good leg involuntarily to open her legs wider which had the effect of opening her pussy lips a little and the pink inside was just showing.
I turned my hand palm upwards and slid the tip of my finger across her entrance, then let it glide around the periphery.
"Oh God, Pete, Ohhh," she moaned, quietly.
Sliding my well lubricated finger further up through the valley between her lips, I touched the tip of her pink clit that had already partially emerged out of its hood.
She gasped and her body twitched when I touched it, the hood slipping right back leaving the pink nub erect. I was surprised to see that it was much bigger then Mom's, the pink protruding part almost the length of my fingernail.
I rubbed my finger round over the end of it which elicited more groans and trembling.
Using the fingers on my other hand, I opened her labia with two fingers exposing the whole of her pink interior lips and probed her entrance with my middle finger. She was so wet now; it only took the slightest push for my finger to disappear inside her up to the first knuckle.
"Pete...ohh, hell, I meant just 'outside', but that feels so good."
"As it is ummmmm, giving you a nice feeling, are you ok with it?"
"I'll let you into a secret, no one has done this to me for a while, so yes, it is a nice feeling, but I'm a bit uneasy that it's my young nephew doing it to me now."
"Well, I've already said that no one will know," I said, "not from me anyway."
While she thought about it, I slipped my finger further inside her wet tunnel until my palm touched her lightly trimmed bush.
"Ahhh."
She was surprisingly tight, but as she lived in the middle of nowhere, concentrating on her art and long walks, perhaps she hadn't had that many sexual encounters recently and that's what she meant by it's been 'a while'.
I gradually began to slide my finger in and out of her, feeling the inside of her vagina walls getting wetter with each thrust. She didn't seem to be objecting and was in fact making quiet meowing noises, her hand alternately gripping and releasing the towel under her.
My cock was asking to be released as it had been hard for some time, and was becoming uncomfortable confined in my shorts, but I didn't want to ruin anything by doing something she might take exception to and call a halt to the 'massage'. I didn't know if she would react the same way as my mom had, or get really mad and cause a problem, perhaps even tell my dad.
'Go on', that voice began again, 'she's letting you finger fuck her, what harm will it do to just take your cock out?'
My more sensible brain was being far more circumspect and persisted with the notion to just enjoy what she was letting me do, and not to push it.
'What can she say?', the voice argued, 'she is unlikely to tell anyone you had your cock out in front of her without adding that you had a finger deep inside her vagina at the time, and you know she wouldn't do that', it continued.
She was now so wet that I easily slid another finger in alongside the first, and curling them upwards, felt for the slight change in texture that I had felt in my mom, which had seemed to stimulate her more than any other region.
She reacted with a louder groan and moved her good leg a bit further apart.
Seeing the reaction in my aunt, I overrode my inhibitions and just as I had with my mom, with my free hand, lowered the waistband of my shorts in front until I could slip the lose elastic under my balls, exposing my hard cock and balls. I could see the head was coated in pre-cum and gave it a few strokes, pulling the foreskin back and forth over the helmet. It felt better already.
I started to time my wanking with the insertion and withdrawal of my fingers, imagining that it was my cock going in and out of her.
I kept comparing the situation to the first time with my mom and although the circumstances were different and my aunt was obviously a different person, she seemed to be enjoying the same thing that my mom had eventually let me do. I admit though, that this wasn't the same feeling of love like with my mom, it was more about my raging hormones taking control and wanting to feel how different it might be to bury my cock in my younger, sexy, aunt.
I must have been unknowingly rocking the bed more as I stroked myself and continued to finger fuck Eve.
"Pete, she said quietly in-between gentle moans, "what are you doing, it feels as though you're rocking the bed?"
Caught out, I didn't know what to say.
Not getting a reply, she opened her eyes and lifted her head.
"Ohhhhh, you've got it out," she exclaimed, lifting her head even more to look.
"Emmm, sorry, I was..." I fumbled for the words while attempting to cover my erection with one hand, the other with fingers still buried deep inside Eve's wet pussy.
"I think it's a bit late for that, take your hand away from your ...cock," she said.
Slowly I released it letting it stand up straight in front of me.
"I didn't intend that we should have crossed so many lines, but I can see you have certainly grown up."
"I'm sorry, it was just... I mean, seeing your... and doing this, it got me into this state," I said, blushing.
"I think we should stop now though," she said, after a few moments of staring at my cock.
I was more than disappointed, as I had hoped to go further, but having got this far, I was reluctant to give in so easily.
"You seemed to be enjoying it quite a lot?" I tried, still not removing my fingers from her sopping channel.
"I am, or was, but really I shouldn't be letting you do this," she said, a reluctant tone in her voice and still not making any attempt to get me to remove my fingers.
'It's just words' that voice said in my head, 'you can see how much she really wants to continue, she's just pretending to want to stop'.
The voice is always at its most convincing when I am as sexually excited as I am now.
"I... umm, hardly have any experience," I stuttered quietly, "and you are so sexy, I just thought, perhaps, I mean... you might guide me a little," I added, giving her my best 'puppy-dog' eyes'.
She thought for a moment, blushing slightly herself, "I am flattered of course, but I seem to have let this go too far already and we seem to have got ourselves into a weird situation, I'm not sure what you mean by me 'guiding you'," she said, also quietly.
'Now's your chance', the voice said, 'tell her what you want to do and lay it on thick about your inexperience, see if she'll help you to experience more, you've nothing to lose now'.
"Well, I've only ever, you know, just messed around with girls, with hands, fingers, and stuff not much more," I said, "so I'm not sure if I'm doing things right," I added, lying and banking on the fact that my mom would never divulge to her sister what we had done together.
"You mean you haven't gone 'all the way' yet?" she asked, slightly incredulous.
I shook my head negatively, again a lie.
"Ohhh," she said, a gleam of interest showing in her eyes.
I could almost see the cogs of indecision going round in her head as we both stayed motionless and silent.
I moved my fingers slowly in and out again just once.
"Am I... at least doing this right?" I asked, as innocently as I could to try to break the deadlock.
"Ohhh, yes Pete you have that bit right," she bit her bottom lip seductively, "I suppose that now that we've come this far, we can't really 'undo it', so you could do that a bit more if you want to," she said, looking back at my hard cock again.
'See' the voice said, 'she is weakening'.
"Like this?" I said, and quickly began to slowly finger fuck her again, while stroking my cock, trying to get her back into the mood she was in before.
She nodded and seemed to relax again.
'Now she's asked you to, how about feeling her breasts, you know she's naked under that top', the voice enticed me.
Well, I thought, why not, my fingers being where they were, meant that touching her breasts should be less of a big deal to her.
I let go of my cock and knowing she was watching me, slid my hand up her body and under her top. She watched with a sort of interested look but didn't attempt to stop me.
I slid my hand up her soft warm body until my fingers touched the bottom of one of her breasts. Lifting and sliding it further, I palmed her whole small breast in my hand. The hard nipple grazed my palm.
"Mmmm," she murmured, encouragingly.
Keeping the slow rhythm with my fingers inside her, I gently pinched and twisted her nipple. It felt smaller than Mom's but seemed to be having the same effect on Eve.
"I've never let anyone just do this without it being part of a relationship," Eve said, a little huskily, breathing heavier, "I'm finding it strangely stimulating though."
I had scooted up the bed a little more between her legs, carefully avoiding the injured one, until my cock was standing up straight only a couple of inches from where my fingers were noisily plunging in and out of her. I knew she had noticed and had felt my legs touching hers further up than before.
"Pete, much as I am liking what you're doing, there is a line I really can't go over," she said, gently.
"I know," I said, letting my thumb graze over her fully extended clit and moving my other hand to give some attention to her other breast under her shirt.
This elicited an intake of breath from her and a slight movement of her hips.
'Keep pushing her, see how far she'll go', the voice encouraged me.
I saw her hand gripping the towel harder, her knuckles going white at times; I was sure I had her very aroused.
"Can I ask you...something," I said, my voice catching.
"Sure, you can ask," she replied, breathing faster as she felt me flicking her clit again.
"It's just that...emmm...oh heck, I'm not sure how to say it."
"Just say it Pete, I think we're past the point of being shy, don't you?"
"Yes, I guess so, ummm...so, I wondered if I could just let my emmm...cock, rub against you a little just to see how it feels?"
She didn't reply immediately, so I continued to move my fingers inside her, remembering to curl my fingers 'accidentally' as I slid them towards me, feeling the change in the texture of her vagina and hearing yet another quiet gasp as I hit her more sensitive spot.
"I don't think that's a good idea," she said, drawing her words out slowly, "it might be too tempting for you to do more, and we can't go there," she finished.
"I just meant to slide on the outside, I wouldn't do more, I know you wouldn't allow that," I pleaded.
"Hmm, I think I've let you do too much already, although it's my fault for not calling a halt some time ago. I'm loving your attention, but it still feels wrong, and if your mother knew, I hate to think what might happen."
"I'm nearly 19, so it's not like we are doing anything wrong," I said, trying to build my case.
"Apart from the fact that you are my nephew," she pointed out.
"Well, yes, I suppose so, but just doing that isn't really like 'going all the way', is it?"
"Oh hell, Pete, I may live to regret this, but...ok, just outside though to let you see what's like, and if I say stop then we have to stop, is that ok?"
"Yes, of course," I said, my cock twitching and dripping pre-cum at the thought that she was actually going to let me.
I started to shuffle even closer to her between her legs, slowly removing my fingers from her very wet vagina.
"Just be careful of my leg," she said, as she felt my knees push her legs further apart.
"Sorry," I said, looking down at where my cock head was now only about half an inch from touching her wet labia.
Slowly, I pushed my cock down until I could see the swollen purple head touch her pubic hair, and by pressing a little further, it nestled between her outer pussy lips. OMG, I actually had my cock touching Eve's opening.
"Ohh," Eve gasped, "I can feel you touching me there. I definitely shouldn't be thinking this, but I have to admit it's sexy knowing it's you Pete, and you've never been this far before with a woman," she whispered, excitement in her voice.
What she said pricked my conscience, and I know this is bad, but seeing and feeling my cock lying there just between her labia, already coved in her secretions, was enough to override the fact that I had totally misled her to get to this point.
I started to slowly move my hips backwards and forwards, holding my cock in place, watching as the head began to slide up and down between her lips giving me the most amazing stimulation both physically and visually.
"Is...that what you wanted to feel?" she whispered, her breath coming in small gasps.
"Ahhh, yes," I said, honestly, "it feels wonderful, is it ...ummm...ok for you?"
"Mmmm, yes, just keep..."
RATTLE...CLICK...BANG...
We froze.
"What...?" she said.
"The front door," I whispered, "oh shit, Mom's back."
We both began to panic, our eyes like rabbits caught in car headlights.
"She can't find us like this," Eve whispered, urgently, pulling her skirt down over her knees as best she could.
"No," I replied, getting off the bed, my cock wilting quickly and putting my more sensible brain in gear. "Look, I'll shoot off to my room, just tell Mom you managed to get the leg support off yourself ready for the Physio who didn't turn up."
"Hey Eve, I'm back home," Mom shouted up the stairs. "I'll just put this shopping away then come up and see you."
"OK," Eve shouted back, then more quietly to me, "but why wouldn't I have called you or something, when he didn't turn up?"
"Ummm, well if she askes, tell her you tried calling me, I'll be in my room with my headphones on playing loud music or something, so I can say I never heard you. I'd better get going before she comes up."
"I hope it works," she said, nervously, as I quickly and quietly left her room.
In my room, with the door now shut, I heard mom tramping up the stairs, then some muffled conversation in Eve's room. I quickly put my headphones on and turned the volume up and stared at one of the games on my PC.
The door opened quickly, and Mom came to stand by the side of me.
I acted startled and lifted my headphones from my ears.
"Didn't you hear Eve calling you?" she asked, a bit peeved.
"Err, no, I knew the Physio was coming so I made myself scarce in here. Why? Is she ok? Is there a problem?"
"Only that he didn't turn up and Eve has been unable to get out of bed herself because she had taken her leg support off in readiness and she couldn't put it back on herself."
"Oh, I'm sorry, I had no idea," I lied, convincingly I hoped, "do you need help now?"
"Yes, can you help her back down the stairs again," she said, her voice a bit softer.
"Sure, of course, and I'm sorry again that I didn't hear her."
"It's ok," she capitulated, "it wasn't really your fault, just come and give a hand now please."
Mom had obviously helped Eve to put the leg support back on, as when I got back to the room, I could see that it was back in place, and she was sitting on the edge of the bed.
Our eyes met and we exchanged a sort of embarrassed look which we quickly hid in case Mom was looking.
We were now getting slicker at moving her downstairs, so it didn't take too long with the method we had devised, and we managed it without any embarrassing mishaps.
The evening passed slowly, eating, then watching some television, and some general chatter. Eve and I studiously avoided any long eye contact, and I don't think that Mom noticed any difference in our behaviour.
Once again, later on, we got her to the bedroom safely and we went to our own rooms, I wondered how the next few days were going to pan out.
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The following day, I came home as usual in the late afternoon. Mom was in the kitchen and had started to do some food preparation for the evening meal, while Eve was nowhere to be seen.
"Hello," I said, "Where's Eve? She doesn't seem to be around?"
"Oh, I managed to help her up the stairs to her bedroom as she wanted a lie down."
"Perhaps she is feeling a bit stronger then if she is able to get up the stairs with you," I said.
"Maybe, but she is still having trouble with her leg and arm on the one side, they are certainly not as strong as her good side yet," Mom said. "My head has been all over the place trying to look after Eve, I have forgotten a couple of things I need, so I am going to have to drive out to the shops. Why don't you go up and see how she is, it would be good if you could be some company and keep an eye on her while I'm out."
I was a bit dubious and wondered how she would be with me after our intimate 'massage' and more yesterday, but I knew I would have to be alone with her at some point. I reasoned that it may be best to see if we could clear the air as soon as possible so that Mom didn't pick up on any strange atmosphere between us.
"Yes sure, I'll get changed quickly and then stay with her until you get back."
I went up the stairs and into my room to change into my more comfortable soft jogging bottoms and T shirt, then went towards her room, the trepidation growing with each step.
Her door was closed, so I knocked.
"Come in," she said, the sound muffled slightly by the door.
Turning the knob, I entered her room and closed the door after me.
She was lying on the top of the bed, fully clothed in her usual long skirt, loose top, and bare feet. She was propped up with several pillows, an open book on her lap.
"I hope I'm not disturbing you but... errr... I just came up to see if you were ok, or needed anything, as Mom said you wanted a rest," I mumbled, standing just a couple of feet inside the room.
She looked inquisitively at me," Did you think I might, need something?" she said, enigmatically.
"No, I was... I mean, it was just a thought that you might...want something." I said, repeating myself, a bit tongue tied.
"Don't stand right over there, come and sit on the side of the bed here," she patted a space level with her calves.
I did as she asked, then didn't really know what to say or do, so we sat there for a few moments in silence, each waiting for the other to say something.
Then almost simultaneously, we both said, "About yesterday..." making us both grin and breaking the ice.
"You go first," she said.
I would have preferred for Eve to say something so I could find out how she was feeling about it, but she had beaten me to it.
"I just wanted to say that ummmm...I was sorry if I offended you by taking things too far," I tried, not looking her in the eye.
There was a pause, so I looked up at her and saw a bit of a twinkle in her eyes.
"Firstly, you didn't offend me," she stated, "I know I shouldn't say this, but I was a bit flattered by your 'attention'."
"Really?" I said, and thinking to myself that wasn't what I was expecting.
"However, I have been a bit worried about how far I let it go with my nephew, and what would happen if your mother found out. She has been so kind and would probably never talk to me again."
"It's ok, you don't need to worry on that score, she won't find out from me," I said, firmly.
"I didn't think she would, but I couldn't help worrying," she said.
Another silence.
"But... I was doing the 'right things' wasn't I? You did like it, didn't you?" I asked, quietly.
She looked nervously at the door, "I can't deny it," she whispered, "but I'm not sure we should talk about it in case your mom hears us."
"She has gone to get a few things from the shops," I said, while slowly and gently placing my hand on Eve's leg.
"Pete, I don't think that's a good idea," she said, almost immediately.
'Go on, just say you're sorry and be contrite', my thoughts said to me.
"Oh, sorry Eve, I just did it without thinking," I mumbled, "but your skin feels so soft, it must be all that skin cream you use," I added.
Yet another pause.
"Well, thank you for the compliment, and you do have a gentle touch."
It seemed to me that the atmosphere had warmed up a little from when I entered the room, and I wondered if some of her reluctance was 'put on'. Also, remembering where we had got to previously, and her nearness now, had my cock already stirring.
'Go on try it again' my voice was saying to me, no doubt egged on by the growing erection and release of some hormones into my bloodstream.
Tentatively, I put my hand back onto her leg, "So, you like the feel of my hand?" I asked quietly, looking at where my hand was positioned just below her knee.
She didn't make any attempt to move her leg or shake my hand off, but I could tell she was in deep thought.
"And anyway," I said, "I meant it when I said how soft your skin was." And with this, I slid my hand gently up and down the exposed part of her leg.
"I can see that if nothing else, you are persistent," she said, still not making any move to stop me.
I lifted my eyes to look at her face, while extending the length of the stroke to pass just under the hem of her skirt to just beyond her knee. I could see the indecision in her eyes now.
"Pete, we've been here before," she said, her breath maybe a little faster, "and it nearly ended badly with your Mom finding us in a compromising position."
"I know," I replied, moving my hand further up her leg a fraction with each stroke.
"So, I don't want that to happen again."
"Well, she asked me to come up and see you, so she knows I'm with you." I said.
"That's true, but I doubt she thinks you might be here stroking my leg."
"No, I meant that she is hardly likely to rush up the stairs when she comes back knowing you already have some company."
She seemed to be considering that.
I had now reached her lower thigh with my hand, way under her flowing skirt.
She sighed.
"Look, I don't want to lead you on, so I can't let this go too far," she said, sounding almost disappointed.
"As long as you are enjoying it, it's fine by me," I said, just glad that she hadn't rebuffed me, and it was clear she wanted me to continue.
"I don't know Pete, to be honest with you I do like it, but I am very nervous, and I feel it's wrong."
I had almost reached the top of her leg, gently sliding my hand up and down her thigh on the inside. I noticed that she had involuntarily opened her legs a few inches to accommodate my hand. I could feel the heat from her and knew that in only an inch or so I would be touching her pubic hair again, but I didn't want to rush it and cause her to re-question the wisdom of what we were doing.
"I'm just relaxing you," I said, seeing her eyebrows lift upwards knowingly just a fraction.
She didn't reply or make any attempt to stop me.
Instead of going straight for her pussy, when I felt my fingers touch her hair there, I continued upwards, then sideways, resting the palm of my hand on her mons amid the tangle of short curly hair.
She sighed again and I felt her move her hips lightly as I ran my fingers into the covering of pubic hair.
Having got this far, my cock was now straining at the material of my jogging bottoms.
I let my thumb drift down, finding the beginnings of the valley between her pussy lips and quickly encountering her large clit that was already erect.
"Ohhh," she hissed, and her whole body seemed to twitch.
I moved my thumb around the tip, moving it from side to side gently.
"Oh God, uhhhh," she mumbled, her hips moving in time to how I was stroking it.
I swivelled slightly on the bed, and used my other hand to slowly lift her skirt up over her knees and thighs until it was resting on her hips, and I could see, as well as feel, what my hand was doing.
When she felt the cooler air on her thighs, she gave a slight grin.
"So, you want to look as well?" she said.
"If that's ok?" I asked.
"I guess it's not something you haven't seen before," she answered, still that small grin on her face. "But, judging by what I can see, you must be uncomfortable 'down there'. Why don't you take it out?"
"You want me to?" I said, surprised by how this was turning out.
"Yes, fair's fair," she answered.
Hardly believing she had asked me to, I quickly stood up and slipped my joggers and boxers down to the floor and off, before sitting back down and putting my hand back where it had been. I noticed she was now focussed on my cock that was sticking up obscenely in front of me, the foreskin pulled back and a sheen of precum coating the head.
"Come a bit further up the bed," she instructed me.
I moved my bottom, up level with her hips, turning and curling my hand at the same time and sliding two fingers down between what I discovered were very wet, and puffy, pussy lips.
I saw, and then felt, her nearest, and fortunately her 'good' hand, reach out and her warm fingers wrap around my cock. It was my turn to moan.
"I guess you like that too then," she stated, quietly, while beginning to move her hand up and down, alternately exposing and hiding my swollen cock head with my foreskin. "I wasn't wrong when I said you had grown up since I last saw you," she added, cheekily.
Oh yes, I thought, my aunt wanking my cock, what's not to like.
Emboldened by her actions, I slowly slipped my now lubricated fingers between her puffy labia searching for her entrance. It wasn't too hard to find and as it was already slippery with her secretions, one finger easily slipped in as far as I could push it until the palm of my hand rested against her vulva.
Slowly I began to move my finger in and out, then easily added a second finger, while all the time she continued to slowly wank me.
She then used her thumb to spread the tide of precum over the sensitive head, making me shudder with the thrill of what she was doing.
From where I was sitting, I couldn't reach any more of her, but I was scared of breaking the mood by just moving and I wasn't sure that I should ask in case she 'came to her senses' and stopped what we were doing.
But the voice is always there in the background, especially as I was now getting so excited by her ministrations, 'just ask her', it said, 'she can only say no, you're finger fucking her and she is wanking you, she won't want to stop', it insisted.
It may be right, I thought optimistically, my cock ruling my brain.
"Eve, could I just move onto the bed a little more, it's a bit awkward twisting like this?" I asked, tentatively.
"Oh, well, if you need to, as long as you don't press on my bad leg," she said, unfortunately letting go of my cock as she said it.
I climbed awkwardly over her good leg, placing my knees in-between her legs. Now I was potentially in the missionary position if I could just get a bit closer.
I shuffled a bit further up the bed, my erect cock leading the way until my knees made contact with the support of her injured leg and not wanting to hurt her, I stopped there.
Now that I was closer, she could reach me and once again took hold of my cock and re-commenced slowly wanking it for me. In return I slid two fingers back inside her and lightly caressed her big clit with my thumb which quickly had her sighing and quietly moaning again.
I didn't know how much time I might have left before Mom got back, but I knew that to hurry things might end in her calling a halt.
We continued with our mutual masturbation for some minutes, she getting increasingly worked up and pushing her hips up at my fingers, and me knowing I wouldn't last too long if she kept sliding her warm fingers over my now sensitive glans.
"Eve," I started nervously, "could I... I mean... could we do what we were doing yesterday?"
"Oh Pete, much as I would like to, I think we got too carried away before and you know that might be too far, don't you think?"
No. no. I thought, that's exactly where I want to be but how to say it, I wondered.
'Tell her again that you've never been that close to a woman', the voice said in my head, making it sound so simple.
Could I? My cock said 'yes', most of my neurochemically inebriated brain said I could, but a tiny part of my logical brain was still dubious, however, I was getting desperate.
"Sorry," I said in my best disappointed voice, "it's just that I only just got see how it felt yesterday for the first time, and only for a few moments, before we were interrupted, and it did feel really good didn't it?"
"You haven't been this close to a woman before? You're really a virgin?" she probed, for confirmation.
"I am embarrassed to admit that I am, I've never had the opportunity, or the courage," I lied.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to embarrass you like that, I was just curious," she said, softly.
"It's ok, I'm used to being teased by friends that know," I said, acting up the 'dejected' look.
I saw her eyes soften as she re-thought what I was asking. I hated playing the sympathy card and lying outright, but in response to the stimulation, I was being driven by the increasing amounts of dopamine and whatever other chemicals my body was producing in quantity.
"If I did," she paused, "you would have to be careful with my leg."
'She's weakening', the voice said, a bit pleased with itself I thought.
"Of course," I said, my voice trembling a little, "I wouldn't want to hurt you."
We continued with our mutual masturbation again for a few moments.
"Ok," she said eventually, "I'll be truthful and tell you I did enjoy it until we were disturbed, so we can do it, but only if you are careful with my leg, oh and you don't try to put it inside me."
"Really, wow, can we try it now?" I said, the anticipation building and making me tremble.
"Yes, time is moving on and your mom might be home soon, so come a bit closer and I'll try to move my leg and make space for you."
This was much better than I had hoped, she had actually agreed to us getting very intimate like before and was actively helping to get us in the right position. I wondered if letting her think I had never had sex before, in some way excited her and that was why she had agreed. I also wondered how far I might be able to get her to go.
She had carefully slid her injured leg more to the side and opened her other leg to make a wide space between them. Being careful as she had asked, I moved further up, doing what I had done before, supporting myself on my hands and knees, until my cock was just hovering above her pubic hair.
I looked down as I lowered myself a few inches until my cock contacted the springy hairs. Once again, my cock was touching my aunt's damp and puffy pussy lips.
Not wanting to waste a second, I put my hand between us, pulled my foreskin back and adjusted my cock so that as before, it lay in the cleft between her labia. By letting my weight down on her a little more, it pressed snugly between her warm lips, the swollen head just short of touching her enlarged clit.
I could see she was intently watching the expression on my face, the tip of her tongue just lightly moving over her upper lip.
"How does it feel Pete," she asked, quietly.
"It's...well sort of...really sexy," I said, struggling for words, "I suppose because you're a real woman," I added, hoping that was the right kind of thing to say.
She smiled.
"Good, I like the thought of being 'sexy' to a younger man, but do you want to try moving now?"
I didn't need anymore encouragement and slowly began to move my hips, pushing my rock-hard cock as deep between her pussy lips as I could.
The sensation was amazing, far better then anything I had achieved alone and only bettered by what my mom and I had done together.
Eve's breathing was increasing, and her body was reacting to the sensations too and after a few strokes, Eve began to move her hips in time with my thrusts forward, pressing my cock more firmly against her. I didn't go too fast as I wanted it to last and knew I would lose control if it didn't take it slow.
"Ohhhhh, mmmmm," she sighed, "that does feel good after so long," she said.
I continued to move in the same way, occasionally looking down between us to where I could see my cock sliding in the valley between those now wet lips, with each stroke.
Eve put her good hand on my shoulder and then was running it down my sides and back up again as we thrust together each enjoying our own version of the sensations.
I realised that if I just increased the length of the stroke, the underside of my cock-head would scrape across her large clit. The first time I hit it, her hips jumped involuntarily, her hand clasped and held on to my arm while she groaned aloud.
I continued to slowly saw my cock backwards and forwards in that warm slit, each time dragging the head over her sensitive clit, and then so far back that a couple of times I felt the head briefly engage against her opening. It was so tempting to just let it slide in 'by accident', but the remains of my sensible brain knew that if I did, she would never trust me again and who knows what she might do, so I stayed within the boundary she had set.
We had been moving together for four or five minutes.
"Ohhh, Pete, ohhhhh," she began to wail, more of her body starting to tremble. She seemed to be trying to increase the pace, but I wanted to extend the pleasure I was feeling as long as possible in case this was going to be the only time. I was therefore trying hard not to come yet, so I didn't match her pace, seemingly much to her frustration.
"I'm on the edge, on the edge," she gasped, not knowing what to do to take herself over the cliff.
I wasn't far behind; the whole thing of gradual seduction to get us to this point had my sexual excitement level at its peak.
"Pete, Pete," she groaned, "I know what I said, but do you want to...you know...?"
Oh God, I thought, did I hear that right, was she actually asking me to fuck her?
"Do you mean...put it inside you?" I asked, beginning to tremble myself at the thought.
"Perhaps if you just put the end bit into me this one time, if you want to, only if you want to," she whispered, through her fast breathing.
It was what I had hoped for and now she was so frustrated she was actually asking me to.
"Are you sure," I said, needing final confirmation.
"Yes, now, please," she whimpered.
I drew my cock back and took hold of it, aiming lower down where I could see her pink inner lips either side of her entrance, beckoning me in.
The head of my cock nudged her opening.
I watched as I pushed a bit harder and just the head of my cock suddenly popped inside her. It surprised me to feel she was tight, much tighter then Mom had been. Perhaps she hadn't been having any sort of regular sex, and it really had been 'a long time'.
"Ohhh," she said, gripping my upper arm strongly with her good hand.
It is difficult to describe how it felt with the head of my cock just inside her, twitching involuntarily with the realisation that I actually had my cock in my aunt.
"Are you OK?" I asked.
"Yes, its just that I am not used to ...well as I said, it has been a while," she answered, as various expressions crossed her face.
I stayed in that position, looking down at where most of my cock, except the head, was visible resting between my aunt's pussy lips. Aware of the time and not wanted to be interrupted at this vital moment, I was desperate to push in all the way, but she had stipulated just the head.
"Oh my God, Pete, I don't think we should be doing this, but it feels so good, could we just maybe...move a bit like this without going any further in?"
"You mean sort of like this?" I said, letting my cock slide out an inch, feeling her swollen lips slide over my glans, then then pressing it back into position and opening her up again.
"Yes, oh yes, that's not going too far, is it?"
"No," I answered, using every ounce of willpower to not plunge fully in.
We moved like that, just moving in and out of her an inch or so for a few minutes, the sensations on my cock probably matching the ones she was feeling.
She had closed her eyes and just the tip of her tongue was protruding from her mouth, slowly sliding across her lips.
'Go on, go a little deeper' my inner voice said to me, 'I bet she'll let you now'.
I wasn't so sure, but at this stage I was easily persuaded.
Hoping she really wouldn't stop me, I moved my hips just a fraction more towards her, feeling the tightness of her warm tunnel engulf a little more of my rigid cock.
Her eyes opened wide, "That's more isn't it?" she said.
"I think just a bit," I said, shakily, and pressed yet another fraction more.
"Ohhh," she groaned, "I feel so stretched, but it's a good feeling."
Without waiting for her to say anything more, I slid another inch or so inside her and felt her respond with a small upward thrust of her hips.
"Oh my God Pete, we shouldn't really."
Taking that as almost a yes, I pushed harder, and I could see that nearly all of my cock was now inside her.
One final small push combined with, yet another lift of her hips, and our bodies met, her clit squashed against me.
"Oh, I think I'm going to hell letting this happen. You must have all of you in me Pete, I feel so full?" she said, almost in awe of what we were doing, "now that you're ... I mean...do you... is it, how you thought it would be, you know, to actually, do it?" she asked, softly.
I had to remember that this was supposed to be my first time, "I didn't know what to expect, but it feels so amazing, it's like... I don't know, perhaps having a warm velvet glove wrapped around me, you know, down there," I said, as naively as I could.
"I'm glad," she said, opening her eyes and smiling at me, "but having gone this far, shall we try to move as well."
I didn't question that and began to withdraw until only the head was still inside her, then pushed back all the way. I wasn't lying when I told her it was amazing, it really was. Although she was quite wet by now, but because she was quite tight, my cock still felt a lot of friction as I began to move in and out of her.
Now that we were actually fucking, I had no hesitation in pushing up her top to expose her small, but firm, breasts. Latching my mouth onto one of her hard nipples, I used my tongue to play with it and roll it against my teeth.
She put her good arm round me and pulled me to her, her hips now moving with me, taking my cock to the deepest depths of her vagina.
She wrapped her good leg over the back of mine, trapping me, her heel against my bottom, pulling me against her each time as an added accompaniment to her thrusting hips.
She was moaning in earnest now and the bed springs were making an alarming noise. I hoped no one outside could hear as it would be obvious what was going on.
"Yessss Pete, nearly there, don't stop," she almost shouted.
"Oh fuck, me too Eve," I said, without thinking.
She held me tighter, making the sweat break out on my back with the effort to keep thrusting into her.
"Eve, I don't have any protection on, I need to take it out before..."
"No, no, I want you to feel what it's like to come inside a woman," she said, panting and keeping a firm hold on me as we moved towards our joint release.
The harder I thrust into her, the more she moaned, and I knew I wouldn't last much longer, the situation was far too stimulating to even think I could.
Suddenly, I felt the moment arriving, that first tingling deep down, the urge to get my cock as far inside her as I could. I was about to come inside my aunt.
The first powerful pulse ran up my cock, forcing my cum to splash deep inside Eve, coating her cervix with sperm laden liquid, as I let out a loud groan of fulfilment.
I knew she felt it because her vagina reacted with its own spasm, increasing even more the sensations on my cock. She joined me with a groan and then began to shudder, her leg and arm holding me tight to her. I felt more pulses of cum passing along my cock and empty into her waiting vagina, flooding it with both our secretions until it was overflowing.
We both pushed together to get my cock deep into her, the muscular spasms alternately squeezing my cock and then relaxing, milking it for all it could get.
Locked together, we gradually slowed down.
The spasms and small aftershocks made both our bodies twitch from time to time, as we bathed in the afterglow of our joint release.
We had reached the stage of me staying fully inside her and just pushing our pubic areas together, neither of us wanting to lose the feeling we were both experiencing, as my cock twitched inside her and her muscles contracted.
"Oh Eve, God that's so amazing," I said, breathlessly, and meant it.
Neither of us spoke again for a moment as we tried to get our breaths back.
Then, "I felt you come inside me," she said, "did it feel good for you too?"
"Oh yes, more than yes, it still feels good," I said, with a hint of a smile.
She smiled back at me.
"Good, I'm glad," she said, "and I have to admit it was for me too you know."
I moved my head up and kissed her lips, another thing I had never done with her.
She reciprocated by probing my lips with her tongue and then as I opened them a little, pushing the tip between them. We both opened our mouths more, our tongues now touching and feeling each other. She played with my tongue, gently sucking it into her mouth like she might a penis. I pushed my hips against her again, my cock still hard inside her.
"Ohh, no, just stay still, I'm too sensitive," she said, releasing my tongue for a moment.
I did as she asked but made sure I was as deep inside her as I could be before I stopped moving. It was such an erotic feeling, lying between her legs, my cock still gripped by her tight vagina and kissing her. Something that I had never imagined or even thought about until she came to stay with us.
Slowly my cock began to soften, releasing the evidence of our joining that I could feel beginning to seep from her.
She too realised what was happening.
"Quick Pete, pass me your boxers, I can't let it form a wet patch."
I slid fully out of her and reached down for my underwear that was on the floor, then pushed it up between her legs where I could see the trail of cum and fluid making its way down from her vagina.
"Just in time I think," she said, pushing the material underneath her. "I didn't think we were going to go that far Pete," she added, contemplatively.
"I'm glad we did," I replied, watching her dry around her now very red and puffy labia.
"No one can ever know," she said, firmly, looking straight into my eyes.
"Of course not, it's our secret," I assured her, "but I hope you're not going home for a few days," I added with a smile.
She returned my smile.
"Not for a while, but I don't think we..." she stopped abruptly and seemed to be listening to something.
Then I heard it, a car stopping and then a car door opening and closing.
"Looks like your mom is back." ......................
******************************************************************************A Massage for Mom's Headache Pt. 05
A night we'll never forget.
This story is set in a small town in the UK and written in UK English.
All characters depicted are over 18 and fictitious.
There is an element of cheating in this story, if you don't agree with the story elements, you don't have to read it, otherwise, enjoy.
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Part 5
It was the day after Aunt Eve had left to go back to her own house on Dartmoor, her leg and arm now useable, but still needing some time to heal. I had just returned from college in the late afternoon. It was a warm day and despite only wearing shorts and a T shirt, I was hot and went straight to get a drink from the fridge.
“Hi Pete, you hot too?” Mom said, coming into the kitchen from the living room.
“Yes, I don’t think the air system on the bus was working very well.”
I looked her up and down quickly, noticing that she was wearing a white, loose top with spaghetti straps, bare legs and feet, and her very short, pleated, white tennis skirt.
“Surely you’re not going to play tennis in this weather, are you?” I asked.
She looked down at her skirt and laughed, “Oh, I had arranged to play, but Jeannie, my partner, called it off because she said it was too hot. I just left this on as it is nice and cool.”
“Yes, I can imagine it is,” I said, appreciatively.
With her tanned legs and that white skirt, she looked very sexy, and I wondered if she might let me get close to her now that her sister had gone.
“You seemed to get on ok with your Aunt Eve, over the last couple of weeks?” she said, almost as though she knew I was thinking about Eve too.
“Yes, she’s quite cool in a hippie sort of way.” I replied, noticing the outline of her bra under her top.
“What do you mean?”
“Well... sort of not prudish like aunts are supposed to be, if that makes any sense.”
Mom laughed, “Hmm, I think I know what you mean, she was always the one with her own ideas of life when we were younger. I think that’s why she became an artist and wanted to live in some isolated place, to ‘express herself’ she always said.”
Yes, I thought to myself, she certainly did that here with me, and then I tried not to blush at the memories.
Mom continued, “Your Dad seems to have remembered he lives here now that Eve has left. They never did get on, I don’t know why. But anyway, he seems to be more attentive.”
“Really? It’ll probably be until his next golf match,” I quipped.
Mom slapped my arm playfully, “Now, now, give him a chance, he seems to be making an effort.”
So, he was making an effort to be nice to her. I didn’t think that would last, but I didn’t say anything. However, I did wonder if that was why she hadn’t alluded to any of our ‘intimacies’ and wanted to draw a line under what we had done.
“Well, that’s one good thing then,” I said, moving round quickly to hug her from behind.
She let me hug her for a long moment, “Enough of that,” she said, sternly, “it’s too hot,” trying to move out of reach.
I managed to sidestep, and in doing so turned her round so that her back was to the countertop. I moved closer pinning her there, my hands on her hips.
“What are you doing,” she said, consternation on her face.
“I missed you when Eve was here you know.”
She looked me in the eye at this, “You did?”
I nodded ‘yes’, then, “I know it’s a bit hot, but wouldn’t it be ok to just hug for a you moment while it’s just you and me?” I whispered, as if there was someone that could overhear.
“I don’t know, my conscience tells me we have already done too much of that, and we shouldn’t have.”
“I like the feeling of being close to you, but with Eve here, you made me keep my distance.”
She gave a sad smile, her features softening, her brow slightly furrowed.
“You know that I love you as a son…and a bit more, that I shouldn’t,” she whispered.
“I can never forget what we did together, I felt that it brought us so much closer,” I said, my hand moving a bit further round in small circles towards her bottom.
I gently pulled her lower half towards me, my hardening cock centred between her thighs beginning to press against her through her skirt.
“No, we can’t,” she said, when she began to feel me there.
“It’s nice to just hold you like this though, nice and close.”
“Yes… it is…but I can feel your…you know, and it can’t lead anywhere,” she said softly, a slight blush on her neck.
I moved my hands up under her top at the back, touching her warm skin.
A small sigh escaped her lips, and she put her hands on my waist as if to push me away.
I pressed my hips a little harder against her, my cock now fully erect, and ran my hands up to the strap of her bra and back down her spine. I could feel that my cock was now pressing hard against her mound over her clothes.
I kissed her neck just under her ear where there were some very fine hairs, and saw her skin involuntarily erupt in goose pimples as it had before.
You know that feeling when your body is touching another, and all your skin seems to become sensitised and aware of the slightest pressure and what it is touching, almost like you have sprouted tiny fingers from your skin. I was feeling that; my thighs against hers, my cock-head nestling against the gap at the top of her thighs, parts of her stomach touching mine and her breasts pressing against my chest.
“I meant what I said, I do love you,” I said, leaning down and kissing her on the lips; feeling her lips make an automatic response for a moment and then a stiffening of her body.
She glanced at the clock quickly then back at me, “I know, but this isn’t …right, and anyway your Dad will be home soon.”
I imagined from that excuse, a weakening of her resolve, as she seemed to be considering how much time we had.
I slid my hands round to her sides and up a bit higher, my thumbs contacting the bottom edge of her thin bra under her thin top.
She breathed out heavily.
I didn’t know how far she would let me go, but she wasn’t struggling to get free nor was she encouraging me. I wondered if she might have mentally set some sort of limit that might allow us a bit of touching but not go too far.
She closed her eyes when I moved my hands round and slipped them over her bra clad breasts and cupped them in my hands. I knew they weren’t large, but they were firm and well shaped. I quickly found her nipples with my fingers and almost immediately they became erect.
I leant down and kissed her on the lips again, her eyes flying open.
“I…don’t know, we mustn’t, we need to be sensible,” she said, quietly, moving her head sideways.
“It is sensible to kiss someone you love,” I replied, whispering, - I don’t know why people whisper in these situations.
“But this could get out of hand, I think I’ve already let it go too far,” she said.
I moved my hand down and then pressed my fingers up under her bra, pushing it over her breasts leaving them bare to my fingers.
“Pete!”
Belatedly, she put one hand on the outside of her top to try to keep her bra in place, but by then I was already holding both of the warm globes in my hands. Seeing it was futile, she dropped her hand back onto my waist, leaving me free to let my hands roam over her hard nipples, squeezing and rolling them in my fingers.
“Much as I want to, we can’t keep doing this, it is too dangerous,” she added, changing her tactic.
“No one can see or hear,” I said, squeezing her nipple a little harder.
She looked round nervously, as though expecting someone to walk in at any moment.
“I suppose we could just cuddle here for a while, but we must listen out for your Dad’s car.”
She was weakening.
“I’m sure we’ll hear the tyres on the noisy gravel drive,” I said, lifting up her top over one breast and dropping my head down to take the nipple in my mouth.
“Ohhh... I shouldn’t let you,” she mumbled, then sighed, closing her eyes, but didn’t stop me.
I pressed my cock harder against her and felt her move one of her feet a few inches to the side, opening up the gap between her thighs.
I moved my hips forwards and felt her do the same, our clothed-covered parts rubbing together. Then her hands were on my bottom pulling me harder towards her.
“That feels good Mom, doesn’t it?”
“Mmm,” she hummed, her breathing a bit faster.
I lifted up the rest of her top and attempted to take it off, but her eyes opened again, and she moved one hand quickly and grabbed it, preventing me from doing it.
“No, we need to stay as we are…just in case,” she said.
Much as I would have liked to have her half naked, I didn’t want to push her too far. I understood her reluctance and so I made do with the bottom of her top just resting above her breasts.
Looking down, I could see her dark erect nipples and the areola around them, a view made sexier by being here in the kitchen that we all normally inhabited each day. I thought I was probably going to see it in a different light from now on.
I bent my head down again and lifted one breast so that I could put her nipple in my mouth, while we continued to slowly dry hump one another in this standing position.
“We need to stop, my back is hurting from being pressed against the counter edge,” she said, after a few minutes, releasing the pressure from her hands on my bottom.
I didn’t want to stop, but I could see what she meant.
“Could I… emmm… lift you onto the countertop?” I asked, tentatively, sure that she would refuse.
“What, you mean sit on it?” she queried, looking sideways at it.
“Yes, like this,” I said, lifting her lithe body easily and putting her bottom on the counter.
“Wait, wait,” she said, a bit panicked.
“Is that better for your back though?”
“Yes, but it feels a bit odd to be sat here.”
Her legs had opened to keep her balance, and I slipped between them, one leg now each side of me.
I kissed her, pulling her towards me at the same time so that her bottom was right on the edge of the counter. I don’t know who had designed the height of that surface, but my cock came to just above it, directly in line with Mom’s covered pussy that the covered tip of my cock was now pressing against once more.
“Is that even better?”
“Ohh, yes, sort of, but I feel I am about to be told off for siting on here,” she giggled, putting her hands on the counter each side to steady herself.
I put my lips on hers again, but this time she reciprocated, nibling on my lips with her own. I probed hers with my tongue and gradually she opened her mouth and allowed me in. With one of my hands behind her head and the other fondling one of her bare breasts, we began to kiss in earnest.
I pressed my cock, which was tenting my shorts, as much as I could against her, but she began to slide further back onto the counter, losing the contact. I knew that it would be much easier with my bare cock, but I wasn’t sure if she would let me, given what she had said earlier.
My thoughts, or ‘that voice’ as I call it, was coaxing me to ‘just try’ and so, with my hard cock, and youthful arousal already filling my bloodstream with common-sense-inhibiting hormones, I quickly dropped my hand from her breast, flicked the button and zip on my shorts and they dropped to the floor. Just wanting to achieve what my thoughts were telling me to do, I also pulled my boxers down under my cock and testicles, freeing it to the fresh air.
Mom obviously felt me fumbling around down there.
“What’s the matter?” she asked, pulling her lips away and looking down between us. “Ohh, you shouldn’t be doing that, I meant neither of us should take anything off it’s too risky if he comes home.”
“It’s ok, I can just pick them up and run to my room,” I said, placatingly.
“You sure you can?” she said, nervously looking around as if Dad was in the house.
“Yes, I’m sure, don’t worry, let’s enjoy this time.”
She was biting her lip again a worried look on her face.
She put one hand down and ran it along the length of my cock and back up again.
Holding it tighter, she pulled my foreskin back and forth over the enlarged head. She was slowly wanking me while I kissed her again and alternated my hand from one breast to the other.
We continued for a while, alert for any noise of a car that might indicate Dad had arrived. As there was none, I wanted to give her the same level of pleasure that she was giving me, so I slid my hand down from her breast onto the long length of exposed thigh.
She put her other hand on my wrist.
“I’d like to, but it’s making me too nervous.”
“I just want to make you feel good,” I whispered into her ear, “and I can stop if we hear anything at all.”
I could feel the indecision resonating through her hand; a slight trembling, a loosening, and then tightening of the pressure.
“At any noise at all?” she repeated, thinking about it, needing it confirmed.
“Yes, of course.”
After another pause, I felt her hand gradually free my wrist.
Now, unrestrained, I ran my hand along the top of her thigh and under the hem of her skirt until my thumb touched what I expected to be her normal panties, but it wasn’t. Of course, I thought, the skirt was very short, so it was some sort of standard tennis underwear instead, the sort that ladies wear under those sports skirts. I could feel that it came a little way down her leg, so I assumed it was fashioned like very short, shorts. It must have been of a very elastic type of material, probably to allow lots of movement, as I found it easy to slip my fingers underneath the elastic on her leg.
She stroked me just a fraction faster when she felt my fingers touch her short pubic hair and then move further across to drop between her plumped up pussy lips.
“Ohhh,” she sighed, when I parted her wet labia, teasing each of them with my fingers.
Moving my hand down from the back of her head to the centre of her bottom just above the countertop, I pulled her gently back towards me and to the edge, and with the fingers of my other hand, searched for her entrance.
It wasn’t difficult to find, and as I pushed one finger up inside her, I bent my neck down and kissed her again.
Her level of excitement mounted as I moved first the one finger, then added a second, sliding effortlessly in and out of her in time to her hand on my cock. She lifted her knees to grip my waist, which had the effect of tilting her vagina upwards and made it easier for my fingers to penetrate her even deeper.
She was getting me just as excited, and much as I was enjoying our closeness once again, I hoped that once more we might be able to take the ultimate step, but how to achieve it?
‘You can see she is enjoying it, just ask her’ I heard in my head.
Would it break the spell I wondered and cause her to rethink what we were doing. She was already nervous.
‘No, think of a reason and ask’ it said.
I continued what we were doing for a few moments more while I built up the courage. After all, we were already mutually masturbating each other, and the kissing had become much heavier.
“Mom…” I began, moving my lips away from hers, “would it be….I mean, don’t you think it would feel even better if you could feel my…you know touching you instead of my fingers?”
I still felt a bit inhibited saying words like ‘cock’ and ‘pussy’ to my Mom, no matter what we had done, it just felt awkward.
“I know what you’re thinking,” she said, “but you know how nervous I am about us being caught and what would happen if we were.”
“Well, if I could perhaps just remove your… I mean, the underwear you’re wearing then….”
“Oh No,” she cut it, “I don’t think it’s safe,” a minor tremble in her voice.
“You know he always takes ages getting out of the car, getting his briefcase, his coat, and stuff, together. Like me, you could easily make yourself decent in the time,” I coaxed her.
“I would probably fumble and put both legs in the same hole or something and fall over,” she said, accompanied by a nervous laugh.
“I know you wouldn’t really, you’re always so precise and organised,” I complimented her.
“It’s very tempting,” she whispered, uncertainly, looking round again, “and it has been a while.”
“You mean… Dad doesn’t…” I left it unfinished.
She shook her head, looking embarrassed.
I couldn’t understand why he wouldn’t want to make love to this beautiful, sexy woman, it didn’t make sense.
“I think he may have someone else.” she stated softly, looking down, “and he is covering it up by attempting to be nice now.”
It had crossed my mind, but I couldn’t see my dad as some sort of Romeo, but Mom must have her reasons for thinking it.
“Oh, I hadn’t realised,” I said, suddenly feeling a bit sad for her.
“Sooooo, I know you love me, and we are here alone, you can do what you said, if you want.”
“You’re sure?”
She nodded, and as I moved my hands up under each side of her skirt to find the elastic at the waist, she began to take a little of the weight off her using her hands on the counter.
I found the top and gently began to pull…
“WAIT,” she said, suddenly, listening.
Sure enough, right on cue, we heard tyres on the gravel drive. ‘No, No, not now’, I thought to myself. Although he didn’t know it, he was foiling our near fornication.
“Damn, damn,” Mom said, uncharacteristically, sliding down off the counter. “Go up to your room and do something ‘normal’,” she added, kissing me quickly on the lips. “I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”
With that, she left and made her way to the front door to ‘welcome’ Dad home.
Taking the hint, I shot off to my room, taking my shorts with me, frustrated, and wondering what she meant by ‘I’ll make it up to you’…
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That evening, after our evening meal, we were all sitting in the living room absent-mindedly watching the TV.
“I’ve decided I’m going to go down and see my sister on Saturday,” Mom suddenly said to Dad.
That got his attention.
“Why do you want to see her, she has only just left?”
“I want to see if she is recovering ok, she wasn’t completely healed when she went home, and it’s isolated there.”
“It’s a long way to drive there and back on your own, isn’t it?”
“Well, I am quite capable, and I intend to stop overnight, but you can come with me if you want.”
I was sitting there quietly listening to the exchange, but there seemed something a bit odd in the way Mom invited him to go with her, knowing that he didn’t get on with Aunt Eve.
“You’re staying overnight?”
“I thought it would make a pleasant weekend near Dartmoor, and I’d get to see my sister too.”
“Ummm, I can’t,” he said, “I’m entered into an important golf tournament on Saturday and part of Sunday.”
“Oh, that’s a shame, I would have liked the company,” Mom said.
“Yes, sorry about that,” Dad said, sounding not the least bit sorry.
I looked across at her and could see her lips twitching in a faint smile.
“What about you Pete?” she asked, looking at me and raising one eyebrow quickly, “do you fancy being your old mom’s companion for the weekend?”
My mind instantly flipped to her parting comment earlier of ‘making it up to me’ and my heartbeat increased.
“Well, if Dad is going to be out most of the weekend, I wouldn’t mind a trip into the country,” I replied, trying to read Mom’s expression.
“Good, so you needn’t worry, Pete will be with me,” she said, “that’s ok, isn’t it?” she added, turning back to Dad.
“I suppose it will have to be,” he said, grumpily, “I’ll probably eat at the golf club as you won’t be here.”
“Don’t worry Pete, I won’t drag you round lots of old churches or anything,” she said, giving me a mischievous look, and I am sure I could see a hint of a blush.
“If that’s a promise then I’m in,” I said, not sure what I was letting myself in for.
It seemed that was the end of the conversation, and the rest of the evening passed like any other; Mom reading and glancing at the TV from time to time and Dad slowly falling asleep.
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As the weekend approached, Mom dropped occasional hints that indicated I would enjoy the weekend which excited me and made me nervous at the same time.
“Are we staying with Aunt Eve?” I asked at one point.
“Oh no, I thought we could visit her first and then stay somewhere overnight before we have to come home,” she answered, yet another blush forming on her neck.
“Won’t Dad think that’s a bit strange?”
“He will never talk to Eve, so it won’t come up,” she said, confidently.
“So, it’s just you and me in a hotel?”
“Yes,” she lowered her voice, “I have already booked it, is that okay?”
“Yes, of course,” I said, thinking that it was much more than just okay.
The thought of staying in a hotel, away from anyone we knew filled me anticipation. It could be a special time for us, and I couldn't wait to embark on this weekend escape together.
On Friday evening, we each packed a small bag for the much-anticipated getaway, not that there was much to take for just one night, but we were going to get an early start, so it was worth doing. Dad hovered around Mom a bit and I was scared he might change his mind and come with us, but his golfing tournament won against a trip to see his sister-in-law.
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The following day, as soon as we had finished an early breakfast, with me trying to act ‘normal’ and not let my excitement visibly show, we said our quick goodbyes to Dad and embarked on our journey.
Mom had dressed fairly conservatively in a crisp white blouse and dark loose skirt that came a couple of inches above her knees. I think she had done that to give Dad the impression she hadn’t ‘dressed up’, but it suited her slim figure, and I thought the ‘crispness’ of it made her look younger and very sexy.
Mom is a steady driver and as the car hummed along the winding roads, I glanced occasionally down to where her skirt had ridden up with the actions of manoeuvring the car and was now sitting mid-thigh, exposing more of her shapely legs. We shared a bit of laughter, listened to some music, the anticipation of hopefully a first night together in the same bed adding a sweet, unspoken, tension. As we left the motorway and neared Dartmoor just after midday, the landscape changed from the busy motorway’s boring vistas to quiet villages, nestling in serene countryside.
We pulled into a car park at a quaint Pub several miles from Aunt Eve’s cottage and had a simple but delicious lunch.
“What do you think of this place?” Mom said, a twinkle in her eye.
“It’s great,” I said, finishing the last of the food on my plate.
“That’s good, because we’re staying here overnight.”
“So, they have rooms? I asked, thinking it wasn’t quite what I expected.
My face must have given it away.
“Not exactly,” she said.
I gave her a quizzical look, and she took pity on me.
“They have converted the old stables out at the back, away from the main building to several self-contained rooms. I have booked a ‘family room’ with two large beds,” she said, quietly, beginning to blush.
“So, we are in the same room?” I whispered.
“She nodded, “Are you okay with that?”
“Definitely,” I said, my cock stirring a little at the anticipation and a grin spreading over my face.
“The booking is available from 11:00 am so we might as well go and book in now and leave our bags here,” she said.
“That’s a good idea, I’d like to see what the room is like.”
A short while later, we had the key and walked over to the newly re-furbished stables.
As we stepped into our room, a mix of excitement and nervousness filled the air. The room was cozy, with soft lighting casting a warm glow on the neatly made beds and the elegant decor.
“Wow, this looks really good,” I said, examining one of the soft beds and then looking around the modern bathroom facilities.
I moved towards Mom, but I think she saw the look in my eye and abruptly moved away towards the door.
“I think we ought to go and see Eve for a while, otherwise…” she left the ending open and opened the door.
It only took about twenty minutes to get to her cottage from where we were staying, and she seemed glad to see us. She was walking much better now and showed us around her cottage that was festooned with various artwork, and objects she was using for her drawings.
We stayed for about three hours, finally having some tea and cake before we took our leave.
She hugged Mom and thanked her for putting up with her during her stay with us, then did the same to me but I felt her press her body hard against me.
“You can always come and visit me here,” she whispered, very quietly in my ear, so that Mom couldn’t hear, and when she released me, she had a meaningful look in her eye.
I just smiled, in understanding of her invitation.
A brief time later, we were pulling back into the Pub’s car park.
“Lets go and get something to eat before we go back to our room,” Mom suggested.
“Yes okay, that cake wasn’t very filling and it’s a bit early yet.” I replied, not sure if Mom was just procrastinating about going back to our room for the night or really wanted to eat.
Surprisingly, the food and the ambiance was very good in the pub, and we stayed in there perhaps bit longer than we had planned. Both of us had several drinks before we eventually made our way back in the twilight to our cozy room.
Once inside and the door firmly shut, we exchanged shy smiles, my heart racing with anticipation.
We had only put on the side lights which gave a soft glow to the room, and it suddenly seemed a bit strange to be here alone with my mom. We found ourselves perched awkwardly on the edge of one of the beds, both shy and excited, as we explored this unfamiliar terrain of our relationship.
The air was charged with something like static; something that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end and the nervous energy between us was palpable.
After a few moments more of silence, I turned to her, “What…ummm, should we do now? I asked, uncertain now about what she was thinking.
She bit her lip, and I could sense she was torn between the shyness and uncertainty now that we were actually here alone. I wondered if she had had second thoughts, after all, this was now a premeditated arrangement, not something we had spontaneously slid into.
“Well, ummm…perhaps we could undress,” she whispered, “if you want to…”
“Should we both sort of just take off our clothes together,…or what?” I said, suddenly embarrassed, but thinking of how it would feel to see and let my hands slide over her soft skin again.
I was already hard at the thought of her being naked but given the way she was hovering around the subject; I thought perhaps it might be better to go a bit slower until she was comfortable with out closeness.
I shuffled closer to her until our thighs were touching and I could feel the heat from her through my jeans.
Lifting my hand to the far side of her face, I gently turned her head towards me and looked into eyes that still held a slight look of something akin to trepidation.
She didn’t move as I bent my head closer until at last my lips touched hers.
It took a few moments of nibling her lower lip and touching it with my tongue before she responded, reciprocating my actions. My tongue lightly prised at the junction of her lips until I felt her slowly open them to admit me.
Once the tip of our tongues touched, a sudden chase began, each of us touching, tasting, swirling our tongues together, the only sound being our heavy nasal breathing. She rested one of her hands on my covered thigh for balance and I could almost feel the heat from the individual fingers touching me.
I slid my hand down from the side of her head onto her shoulder, then down the front of her blouse, running the tip of my finger round the contour of her bra containing her right breast. Finding no resistance from her, I gently cupped the whole breast in my hand, feeling her nipple harden against my palm.
She sighed into my mouth as we kissed, my hand moving round and over, swapping to her other breast, still constrained by her blouse and bra.
She pulled her head away from me, “Are you still alright with what we are doing?” she asked quietly.
I looked into her eyes, “Yes, I am, are you having doubts?”
“Only with my conscience, but we seem to have already crossed all the lines there are, so as long as you still want to?”
“Does it look as though I don’t,” I said, squeezing her breast.
“Then…ummm… I think we might be more comfortable if we do get undressed?”
“I like that idea,” I said smiling.
The dimly lit hotel room buzzed with the electric tension as she stood up and move a couple of steps away, her eyes sparkling and began to slowly undo the buttons of her blouse. My heart racing, I couldn't help but watch her every move, my eyes drinking in the sight of her delicate, yet experienced, hands as they revealed the smooth, soft skin beneath the fabric.
Her blouse fell away, revealing dark blue, lacy lingerie that clung to her simple curves, hinting at the passion that lay beneath. My eyes widened slightly, and I swallowed hard as I took in the view.
When she saw my reaction and rapt attention, she gave me a shy and sensual smile, her eyes never leaving mine as she reached behind to unclasp her bra. It fell to the floor, and her small breasts, still firm and beautifully shaped, were bared to my gaze.
With a seductive grace, she stepped closer to me, her hips swaying gently with each step. I could feel the heat radiating from her body as she stopped in front of me, her fingers dancing down to the waistband of her skirt.
With a practiced flick of her wrist, the zip was undone, and the skirt slid down her legs, pooling at her ankles. She stepped out of it, leaving her in nothing but her matching dark panties, and heels, her smooth, thighs on display. Her hair fell around her shoulders like a curtain, framing the face I knew so well, but now saw with new, lustful eyes.
My pulse quickened as I took in the sight standing before me in her vulnerable yet powerful state.
I stood up and reached for my own shirt, my hands trembling slightly with anticipation as I mirrored her earlier actions. It was her turn to watch me, and she did it intently, her gaze never leaving mine as I revealed my bare chest, my young muscles moving beneath my skin as I dropped my shirt to the floor.
Her eyes travelled down to the prominent bulge in my jeans, and she bit her lower lip again.
I followed her gaze, as I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my jeans, letting them fall to the floor. I stepped out of them, standing before her in nothing but my boxers, and beginning to feel a little embarrassed at the scrutiny.
Mom stepped closer; her breath warm against my neck as she reached down to slip her fingers inside the waistband of my boxers. I gasped as she began to tug them down, her touch setting my skin on fire. She knelt in front of me, her eyes never leaving mine as she revealed my erection, which had been straining against the fabric.
Her gaze moved down and lingered on my hard cock before looking up again to meet my eyes.
"I've missed you," she said, and the way she said it sent a shiver down my spine.
I watched with a mix of amazement and lust as she reached out with both hands and gently touched my throbbing length. Her touch was soft, yet firm, sending electric jolts of pleasure through my body. She wrapped her hand gently around my cock, stroking me softly as at last she looked down taking in the sight of my arousal.
I groaned, putting my hands into her hair guiding her nearer, feeling the warmth of her breath against the sensitive tip of my cock.
I watched, trembling slightly as she leaned in closer, her lips parting to reveal her white teeth. With a knowing smile, she slid my foreskin back and took my cock-head into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip with the finesse of a seasoned lover, and any thoughts of the world outside the room vanished.
I groaned, again; the sensation was overwhelming, the wet warmth of her mouth enveloping me, her tongue flicking and teasing as she moved her head in a slow, deliberate rhythm. My hands found their way into her hair, guiding her, urging her to take more of me in. She moaned around my cock, the vibration sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. Her head bobbed up and down in a slow, deliberate motion, her cheeks hollowing with each draw of her mouth.
Her high heels dug into the plush carpet, giving her the leverage to take more of me in. Her saliva glistened in the soft light, tracing a wet path down my shaft as she worked her way down. I could feel the heat of her mouth enveloping more and more of my cock, the pressure building as she took me deeper still. She used her hands to stroke the base of my cock, her fingernails dancing in a tantalizing pattern.
“Ohhh, Mom.”
With a soft, sucking sound, she pulled away, leaving my erection glistening and pulsing between us. She licked her lips, savouring the taste, before diving back in, her pace quickening. My hips began to move in time with her mouth, pushing deeper each time she took me in. The sound of her sucking grew louder, mixing with my increasingly ragged breaths.
Her teeth grazed the sensitive underside of my shaft, making me gasp; my hands tightened in her hair.
She knew just how to tease me, how to push me to the edge. I had no idea my Mom knew how to do this.
Her tongue danced around the swollen glans, flicking against the sensitive spot just beneath the tip. My knees felt as though they would buckle, but I held on.
As she worked her magic, I could feel my balls tightening, my orgasm building like a storm in the pit of my stomach. I gritted my teeth, fighting the urge to spill into her mouth, knowing that there was so much more to come.
“Mom, you’re gonna make me come,” I warned her, my mouth dry and my voice ragged.
Her movements grew more urgent, her breaths quicker. Now I could feel the tension deep down within me ready to unravel. With one final, deep plunge, she sucked hard, and I let out a roar of ecstasy as I climaxed, my warm sperm filling her mouth. She swallowed greedily, savouring every drop, her eyes looking up at me, until the last spasm had passed, and I was left panting, my legs shaking.
Slowly, she released me, her lips leaving my sensitive skin with a soft pop. She sat back on her heels, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, her smile one of pure, unbridled satisfaction. I looked down at her, with lust and admiration, knowing that I had just been shown the art of pleasure by my mom who, much to my astonishment, knew exactly what she was doing.
“Oh God, Mom, that was just unbelievable,” I said, finally dropping back onto the bed, weak at the knees.
“Does that mean you liked it then?” she asked, rhetorically.
“I… can’t put it into words,” I stuttered.
With a mischievous smile on her face, she stood up, only in her panties, the last barrier between us. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband, sliding them down her legs with a grace that made me want to worship her.
"It's been too long," she murmured, stepping out of them and kicking them aside.
I took in the sight of her, completely naked before me. Her dark triangle covering a dark, tempting slit already glistening with arousal.
"Mom," I whispered, my voice hoarse with desire.
With a seductive smile, she kicked off her heels and climbed onto the bed, her legs parting to reveal herself fully.
I didn't need any more encouragement than that. I climbed further onto the bed, my body aching to be closer to hers. We lay there, skin to skin, our hearts hammering together. Her hand found mine, and she guided it between her legs. The heat and softness of her was indescribable, and I felt a jolt of pleasure at the thought of my cock soon being where my fingers were.
I began to stroke her, feeling her wetness coat my fingers as she arched her back and moaned softly. Her breath caught as my thumb brushed against her clit, and she rolled her hips against my hand, silently begging for more.
My cock was quickly recovering in response to the feel of my mom under my fingers. My cock grew and began to slide against her thigh as we kissed and touched. I felt like I could burst just from the friction, but I knew we had to take this slow, to savour every moment.
Her hand found its way down my body, her soft touch making me quiver with anticipation. She wrapped her hand around my shaft, her grip firm but gentle, and began to pump in time with the stroking of my own hand on her pussy.
Our breath mingled as we moved together, I could feel her getting wetter, her juices coating my hand as I explored her folds. My thumb circled her clit, pressing down just enough to make her gasp. She was close, I could tell.
With a sudden surge of desire, I rolled on top of her, my erection nudging at her entrance. She looked up at me, her eyes wide and filled with need.
“Please,” she whispered, “ but be gentle…I haven’t… you know, since the last time.”
Trembling and with more patience that I thought I could find, I carefully positioned myself between her legs, my cock poised near her entrance. I rolled back my foreskin and ran my swollen glans up and down her slit in her copious secretions.
As gently as I could, I pushed the head against her entrance. I may have been too gentle as it didn’t seem to want to go in.
“You can push a bit harder,” Mom encouraged me.
I moved my hips further towards her and suddenly felt the resistance give way and the head of my cock popped inside her, expanding her and gripping me. She was so tight, so warm, so...right. She gasped and her nails dug into my back, her body tensing before she relaxed and let me in a little more.
“Are you ok?” I asked.
“Yes, I’m just not used to it, just go as slow as you were, that’s fine.”
I slid in inch by inch, pausing when she tensed. She put her feet flat on the bed, knees raised opening herself up more for me. Finally, I filled her completely, our pubic hair pressed together, and I felt the head of my cock bump against something deep inside her. We both moaned, lost in the sensation of our bodies joining again.
Her legs then wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper as I began to move, setting a rhythm that was slow and deliberate. She met me thrust for thrust, our hips moving in perfect harmony. I kissed her neck, her breasts, her mouth, tasting her in every way I could; her panting grew louder, her breath coming in gasps.
The room was filled with the slick sounds of our love making, the creaking of the bed the only music to accompany our quiet cries of pleasure. It didn’t take long before I could feel her pussy beginning to contract around me, her walls tightening as she neared climax.
"Don't stop," she breathed, her voice ragged with desire, "I'm so close."
Her words spurred me on, and I picked up the pace, driving into her with an urgency that was almost painful. I knew I wouldn't last much longer either, the pressure building inside me like a volcano ready to erupt. Her body suddenly convulsed under mine as she screamed out her release.
The sight of her coming sent me over the edge, and I buried my face in her neck as I emptied myself into her.
We lay there, panting and trembling, our bodies slick with sweat and desire. I had never felt closer to another person in my life.
Our hearts raced together as we held each other tightly, the aftershocks of our shared climax still coursing through us causing our hips to twitch towards each other intermittently. We had again crossed that line, one that could never be uncrossed.
Slowly we came down from our high. I rolled onto my side and pulled her closer, her naked body pressed against mine. We lay there, lost in the aftermath of our passion.
Her hand trailed down my chest, her fingers tracing the contours of my abdomen before settling on my still-hard cock. She began to stroke me lazily, her touch gentle and soothing. I watched her, the way her eyes had turned to a soft haze, the way her breathing evened out, and I knew she was lost in her own thoughts, just as I was.
"Pete," she whispered.
I looked at her questioningly not knowing what she was thinking or going to say.
"I just...I don't know," she stuttered, trying to find the words. "This feels so right, but it's also..."
"I know," I said, and kissed her softly, her lips lingering against mine. "It's a lot to take in."
We lay there in silence for a while, the only sound the distant murmur of cars leaving the car park outside our window. I felt a strange mix of emotions, a cocktail of love, lust, and fear.
Mom broke the silence first.
“We can't tell anyone, ever, you know that, right?”
I nodded, feeling a weight settle in my stomach, “I know.”
“It always has to be our secret,” she stressed, her voice firm. “What we have is special, but people won't understand.”
“I'm not sure I understand it myself,” I admitted, running a hand through my hair.
“But you feel it, don't you?” she asked, her eyes searching mine.
“Yes,” I said without hesitation. “I feel it more than anything.”
We cuddled closer, our bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces that had finally found their match.
Mom's hand continued to slowly stroke my cock, the movement lulling me into a state of blissful contentment.
I absent-mindedly ran my fingers through her pubic hair, combing it with my fingers and occasionally slipping them between her hot and swollen, wet, labia.
“What are you thinking about?” she asked, her voice a gentle whisper in the quiet room.
“I'm just...scared,” I confessed, feeling vulnerable in a way I never had before. “Scared of what this means, and what people will say if they find out.”
“We'll work it out,” she promised, her hand moving faster, her touch growing more urgent. “But for now, let's just enjoy this.”
I nodded, leaning in to kiss her again. Her mouth was hot and hungry, her tongue dancing with mine as if trying to distract me.
We kissed; her hand never stopped moving. My cock gradually recovered and grew hard again, the benefit of youth I suppose. I even began to feel the pressure building in my balls. I knew she felt it, too, because she began to grind her hips against me, her pussy already slick with need.
I gently moved her hand away from my sensitive cock, scared that I might come again just from her ministrations.
"I want you again," she murmured, against my mouth.
I began to explore her with my fingertips, tracing the swell of her breasts, watching the goose pimples bloom under my touch. Her nipples grew tauter, begging for the touch of my mouth. I obliged, bending my head down to kiss them lightly, feeling them harden even more as I circled them with my tongue. She gasped, her hand reaching up to tangle in my hair, pulling me closer, silently urging me on.
As I feasted on her breasts, my hand travelled lower, my fingers gliding over her belly and through her pubic hair until they reached the slick folds of her sex. She was very wet. I teased the entrance of her pussy, feeling her quiver and arch her back, eager for more. I slid one finger inside her, marvelling at how tight she still was as she gripped me like a velvet vice, her walls pulsing around my knuckle.
I added another finger, curling them upward to graze her G-spot, and she let out a longer moan.
Her hips began to rock in time with my movements, setting a rhythm that my body responded to instinctively. I felt my cock throb in anticipation, the need to be inside her growing stronger with each passing second. I could feel more pre-cum leaking from the tip, the slickness of it against my stomach, but I held back, wanting to draw out the moment, to watch her climb closer to the edge of ecstasy.
My thumb found her clit, that sensitive little nub that I knew could make her scream. I began to rub it in gentle circles, varying the pressure and speed to keep her guessing, to keep her on that delicate precipice. Her breathing grew ragged, her hips bucking against my hand as she chased her orgasm. Her legs fell open wider, giving me full access to her sweetness. I took advantage, of her wetness, just managing to slide a third finger into her, stretching her even more.
Her moans grew louder, more desperate, and I knew she was close. Her pussy clenched around my fingers, the warm, wet embrace of her body urging me to go deeper. I could feel the muscles of her thighs tightening, straining, her climax just within reach.
Then she was there, her back arching, her body tensing as she cried out, the sound echoing through the room.
Her pussy spasmed around my hand, her juices coating my fingers as she rode the waves of pleasure that crashed through her.
I didn't give her a chance to catch her breath. Pulling my hand away I slid over her and replaced it with the tip of my erect cock. She was so wet, so ready for me, that I pushed all the way inside her once more; the feeling was nothing short of divine. She was tight, hot, and so incredibly soft, her walls clutching at me as I slid in to the hilt and bottomed out deep in her vagina. Her eyes widened, a silent gasp escaping her lips.
With each stroke, I felt her pussy contract around me, her orgasm still resonating through her body. She was so responsive, so alive with sensation, and it only served to drive me wilder.
As I drove deeper, feeling her around me, I realized that I didn't care about anything at the moment and all that mattered was the woman beneath me, the one who had brought me into this world and now was bringing me to the heights of pleasure in a way that no one else ever could.
The room spun around us, a whirlwind of sensation that grew more intense with every passing second. Her nails dug into my back, leaving little half-moons of pleasure-pain that only added to sensations that were slowly building within me.
Her moans grew louder, more insistent, and I knew she was building towards another climax. I reached down to pinch her clit, rolling it between my thumb and forefinger as I continued to pound into her.
And then she came again, her body arching off the bed. I didn’t come, perhaps it was too soon after the last time, but I was glad she had.
“Oh, sweet Jesus, I think you’re going to kill me,” she gasped, breathless.
“I wouldn’t want that,” I jested, sliding off to lie alongside her.
We lay side by side for a while, getting out breath back and letting out hearts settle to a more normal beat.
“You know,” she began, her voice low and sultry, “I've always had a thing for hotel beds.”
Her eyes gleamed in the dim light, a knowing smile playing on her lips.
“Really?” I responded, trying to keep the surprise out of my voice.
Her statement had come out of nowhere especially considering we'd just finished a round of passionate love making. She was sprawled out beside me, her dark pubic hair stark against the white hotel sheets, her skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat.
“Mmhmm,” she purred, reaching over to trace a finger along the length of my still-throbbing cock. “They're just so...comfortable.”
Her touch sent a shiver down my spine.
I couldn't argue with that. The mattress was heavenly, the pillows just the right amount of firmness. But my mind was racing, trying to understand the sudden shift in conversation.
“What is it about hotel beds?” I prodded, playing along with her mysterious air.
With a mischievous twinkle in her eye, she sat up, her firm breasts moving gently as she leaned over me.
"”They're a place…,”she murmured, her breath hot on my skin, “where you can let go of all your inhibitions and just..."”
She didn't finish her sentence, instead her mouth found mine in a hungry kiss.
“You didn’t come did you,” she whispered in my ear a few minutes later, having moved her head to the pillow.
“Not that time, no,” I admitted, “but I loved watching you.”
Her hand slid down my chest, her fingernails lightly scraping my skin, making me shiver with anticipation. She moved her head back to kiss me again and as our kiss grew more intense, she moved over and straddled me, her own need obvious in the way she rubbed herself against me. I didn’t know that Mom could be like this, it was as though something had been released. She seemed insatiable.
Breaking the kiss, she whispered, “Let's try something new, but only if you’re still capable,” she giggled.
With a seductive smile, she positioned herself over my erect cock, aligning it with her wet entrance, dripping with a mixture of our combined juices.
The moment she started to lower herself onto me, I felt a jolt of pure ecstasy. Her tight warmth enveloping me, sending different waves of pleasure through my body. I watched as she took me in inch by inch, her eyes never leaving mine.
Once she was fully seated, she paused for a moment, relishing the feeling of our connection. Then she began to move, her hips rolling in a slow, sensual dance.
Her breasts bounced lightly with each movement, her dark hair cascading down her back. The room witnessed once more our ragged breaths and the slick sounds of our bodies moving together again.
We found a rhythm that was all our own, a perfect harmony that seemed to resonate through every cell in my body. Each stroke brought us closer to the brink, our bodies moving in silent symphony of passion.
Her nails pinched at my nipples as she picked up the pace, her moans growing louder. I could feel her getting even wetter, her juices coating my cock, making it slide in and out of her effortlessly.
The room grew hotter, the air thick with lust. I knew we wouldn't last much longer. We were both so close, our bodies begging for another release.
And as we reached the peak together, her walls tightening around me, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe as my cum coated the inside of her vagina for the second time tonight. This was my mother, and she was giving herself to me in the most intimate way possible.
The taboo of our situation only added to the intensity of the moment, making every sensation that much more explosive.
She had promised to make it up to me, and as we came down from our highs, almost exhausted, and ready to cuddle up close to one another and sleep, I couldn't help but think that tonight was a night we'll never forget.