Mother Tales Part II
I pushed open the front door, the familiar creak welcoming us home. The house was quiet, the only sound the distant hum of the refrigerator and the ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway. I flicked on the light, the warm glow illuminating the familiar surroundings. Mom stood beside me, her breath visible in the cool night air that had followed us in.
I helped her out of her coat, hanging it on the hook by the door. She smiled up at me, her eyes tired but content. We made our way upstairs, the stairs creaking under our combined weight. The house was bathed in a soft, dim light, creating long, dancing shadows on the walls.
Her bedroom was warm and inviting. The bedside lamp cast a soft, golden glow over the room. Mom sat on the edge of the bed, letting out a soft sigh of relief. She kicked off her shoes, one by one, and stretched her legs out in front of her. I couldn't help but admire her smooth, shapely calves, the way her dress rode up slightly to reveal more of her thighs.
She looked up at me, her eyes soft and loving. "Thank you for tonight," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I had a wonderful time."
I felt a warmth spread through my chest as I smiled back at her. "Me too, Mom," I replied.
We finally arrived back home, and I helped Mom get into her bedroom. She plopped on her bed, stretching her body. She let me stare at her legs and exposed waist as I admired her smooth body. She rolled onto her belly, giving me a view of her curvy ass.
She reached back and undid the zipper of her dress. She shuffled out of it, exposing her naked, pale body in front of me. The lights were dimmed. I stood next to the bed. She looked at my bulge for a couple of seconds before making eye contact. She extended her arms to me, inviting me to lie next to her. I took off my pants. I slid into her arms. I rested my head on her shoulder, inhaling her natural perfume and enjoying how close she got. She pulled up the blankets to cover our bodies, leaving only our heads peeking above.
Even if my erection brushed against her belly, she didn't comment. My heart fluttered every time our eyes met or our lips neared each other. She cupped the side of my head and gave me another motherly kiss on the forehead.
She ran her hand along my spine, warming and numbing me. "How are you?" she asked.
"Really good," I said, running my fingers through her hair. Her hair was so soft that I wanted to bury my face in it. "Aren't you cold?"
"No," she said, giggling. "Are you okay? You are sweating."
"Yeah," I said, kissing her neck. "I love you, Mom."
"Me too," she said, pulling her hair to one side. "Kiss me more."
She grabbed the back of my neck, encouraging me to deliver kisses along her neckline and throat. "Is your cock still throbbing?"
"It's better but you have really high expectations to live up to."
"We'll see," she said. She reached for my crotch and squeezed it while I played with her erect nipples. It was so hard and so easy to play with, so I pinched it firmly between two of my fingers. Mom let out a moan that told me she loved the pain. She was getting off on the same thing that I enjoyed doing to her. I continued the nipple-twisting while her eyes remained fixed on me, watching me intently as if she didn't want to miss one single moment.
"Don't stop," she whispered. Her cheeks were slightly red, and she seemed a little winded. "Play with mommy's tits," she gasped. I squeezed both her melons and played with them, kneading them like dough. Mom kept stimulating me with her movements, grinding herself on top of me and pushing me towards the edge.
My cock erupted between our bellies, painting her with ropes of sticky white cum. Her pussy juices dripped on my pelvis and legs, staining me. "You got off too?" I asked her. She leaned forward and rested her forehead against mine. Our chests rose up and down in sync as we enjoyed our mutual climax together. She took my hand, placing it on her lower back so that I could ...