Trembling, I walked back up to her. She did not seem angry, so my fears dispelled some. I was still scared. Yet, she then looked at me with a smile. She did not say anything, she just put up her hand and with her finger motioned me to come closer. I did, my heart beating as I once again was overwhelmed by mom’s fragrance. She still did not say anything, but she put her hand behind my head. With that, she pulled my face to hers and put her lips to mine. My eyes shot open in shock. My mother was kissing me. Not a motherly kiss either. I swooned. She did not open her mouth, but I did not care. I finally had those sensuous lips against my own. I did not know why at that moment why she was doing this, but I did not care. All too soon, at least for me, she released me from her kiss and let my head go.
She still said nothing. After kissing me, she closed her eyes and went to sleep. Still dazed from her sudden kiss. I left the room and went to my own. Once in, I finally let out a gasp, hyperventilating. My mother had just kissed me. My mother, the woman of my dreams, had just kissed me. I never thought a kiss could turn me on so much. I stripped down quickly, my pussy soaking and my nipples harder than ever. My skin was red and flushed. I lay in my bed, stroking my sex as I recalled the feel of her kiss. I came soon, and I was out right after that. I woke up naked, and still somewhat overwhelmed.
Through the next week, she said nothing to me about the kiss. She still talked to me as if it never happened. It was killing me, I wanted to know why she had kissed me. I racked my brains trying to think of a reason. Did she figure out my motives? Did she desire me as I did her? Even deeper, every time I talked with her, or spent any time with her, I wished so hard she’d kiss me again. That one kiss turned me on more than any of the massages I had given her. My desire for her had increased tenfold since that kiss. “Oh mom, why do you torment me so? Why did you kiss me?” I would ask myself too often to count. By Friday, I was nervous and excited. Would she kiss me again? Did she still want me to massage her? Both questions, I hoped beyond hope the answer was yes.
By that evening, she asked me to come to her room. I was scared stiff. I entered her room, and to my immense relief, she was naked. Unless she was doing that to give me false hope, I knew it meant she wanted me to massage her again. I walked into her room and when I got near her, she put her hand to my chest to stop me. I was shaken. Was I wrong? Did she not want it after all? I was about to ask, but then she said something that both aroused and scared me. “Dana, I know how you desire me, I have noticed the way you have been touching me over the last few weeks.” This admission made me jump. “I never told you, but I could feel each time you shuddered, and all the times you gasped and sighed.” I gulped, though quietly. What was this all about? “However, I’m not mad. I’m kind of flattered you find me so attractive, even if I’m your mother. Also, I’m a little curious. I have a feeling you have not been massaging me the way you want to.” My heart was pounding as she said this. What did she want from me? “So, I know this is strange for me to say, but tonight, I want you to massage me the way you want to.” I gasped in shock. She was going to let me massage her the way I wanted to? My breath caught in my chest. I now had the chance to touch her even more intimately. I felt sweat gather on my brow, I was hot now. Was this really happening?
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