Tuesday he got lucky and caught her just getting ready to pour her first cup of the day. Stealthily he slid in behind her and encircled her waist with his arms, his hands pressed just above her mound. When his lips met her neck she stiffened.
“Honey, you really shouldn’t be doing that,” she whispered even as her hand came up and cupped the back of his head.
“You like it, don’t you?” he whispered back.
“Yes,” she answered with a tremor in her voice.
“Good, because I forgot to give you a hug yesterday,” he proclaimed, once more raining soft kisses up and down the side of her neck.
Lauren melted into him until it dawned on her that one of his hands had slid down and was resting squarely on her mound. Before she could protest he backed away, but not before the hand on her mound pressed harder. She couldn’t stop the tiny moan from coming out. The rest of the morning she sat there in a half daze with her pussy on fire and her mind a jumbled mess of outrages thoughts. Even after Mark left for work she sat there staring into her luke-warm cup of coffee. She was troubled by the knowledge that if her son had kept his hand on her mound much longer she would have surely orgasmed.
Thursday she did have an orgasm. She was waiting, half asleep, for the coffee to brew, her hair already in a ponytail, when Mark stepped up behind her. His hands came snaking around her waist, one landing close enough to touch the bottom of her right breast, while the other landed squarely on her pubic mound. Before she had a chance to ask him what he thought he was doing his lips went to work on the sensitive flesh on her neck.
“Mark…sweetie…you really should stop,” she moaned, unable to control what was happening to her body.
Mark didn’t stop. As soon as he’d seen her standing there he knew he had to push the envelope. So instead of stopping he began to press his hand harder into her mound until he felt his middle finger at the top of her slit. Slowly he began to rotate his whole hand on her mound making sure that the tip of his middle finger stayed in contact with what he suspected was her clitoris.
“Honey…” Lauren moaned, swiftly losing all sense of reality as her pussy flooded with her secretions.
Maybe if her shift had been thicker she would have had a fighting chance to fend off the waves of pleasure coursing through her. Maybe. But it wasn’t thick. If anything it felt like she wasn’t wearing anything at all.
What she hadn’t become aware of yet was how Mark had slipped his finger through the fabric between the buttonholes, his middle finger actually rubbing her clit freely now, her juices coating its tip.
“I love you, Mom,” he whispered.
She heard his whisper of love, then almost fainted when his finger slid lower and plunged into her sodden hole.
“OH GOD!” she screamed as her pussy clenched around his invading finger.
Mark felt her stiffen briefly before her body began to shake violently in his grasp causing the hand beneath her breast to slip and land directly on her tit. Without thinking his fingers sought out the erect nipple and gave it a pinch.