The ceremony was finally over. Mom was very proud of that award and carried it prominently for anyone walking by to see. We killed the bottle of champagne and both of us were feeling happy. I opened the room with my key and mom set her award on top of the dresser. We kicked off our shoes and then she stared at the award for awhile, smiling. Mom went over to the window and gazed out at the lights of Chicago. I took off my suit coat and stood behind her, putting my arms around her waist.
“This was a great evening” I said, “I am so proud of you mom.”
“This is special” she smiled, “I am so glad you are here to share this moment with me.”
I stood there for awhile with my arms wrapped around her and looked over her shoulder at the lights as well. The perfume mom was wearing had faded but sweet scent still filled my nostrils. I turned my head and planted a light kiss on my mother’s neck, just below her blond hairline. To my surprise she did not do or say anything and she was still relaxed. I slipped my arms from around her waist and placed a hand on each of her shoulders. I slowly moved her dress and slip straps over her shoulder and along her arms.
Gwen giggled and playfully said, “Stop that Richie.” Her eyes were looking at the window but not at the scenic view but at our reflection in the window. I returned to wrapping my arms around her waist and held her close. She could feel my breath at the back of her neck and again her perfume filled my head. It became completely silent in the room as I removed my right hand from her waist and grasped the talon of her dress zipper. It seemed like an eternity deciding whether I would pull it down or not do anything. Finally the sound of the unzipping filled the room. Gwen let out a gasp and said, “Richie, I love you but you shouldn’t be doing this.”
I replied in a whisper, “Mom, sometimes you just have to let go.” She offered no resistance as I slide the dress straps off her arms and let the black dress flow to the floor. I repeated the same with her slip and it floated on top of the dress around her ankles. I couldn’t believe what I had done. My mother was in her black bra and dark pantyhose and I know she could feel the bulge in my trousers pressing against her butt. I began to unhook the clasps of her bra and after it sprung open, I slowly it drop to the floor. Mom slowly turned around and looked me in the eyes with the most serious look on her. I thought that now I was really in for it, I went too far. She placed her hands on each side of my face and kissed me passionately.
I placed my arms around her warm body and held her close. Her soft breasts pressed against my white silk shirt as mom’s smooth moist tongue touched mine. Her hands squeezed between our bodies and her fingers quickly unbuckled my belt and zipper. My trousers fell to the floor then her long fingers grasped the waist band at my hips and pushed my briefs to my middle of my thighs. It felt so good for my cock to be free of my briefs but pressed against the slick nylon of her pantyhose, leaving a small trail of pre cum on her hose. Our tongues caressed the inside of each other’s mouths then mom placed her cheek against mine and pleasantly stayed there for a minute. She stepped back slightly and placed both of her hands on my hard cock, lightly stroking it.