“Um – maybe just try not doing dumb stuff.”
“Yeah – not very likely,” replied my Mother. “Okay – you hold that top one still while I pull out this one.” And we did just that – Mom extracting her box and setting it on a lower shelf in front of her. As she shifted position backward and came down off her tip-toes, Mom’s crotch came into full contact with my still-mostly-engorged trouser snake. “Oh my,” sighed Mom. “Somehow, we always seem to end up in this position – don’t we?”
“Sorry Mom – here let me just push this box back onto the shelf a bit.” As I slid the box back onto the shelf my member pressed deeper against Mom’s most intimate lady-parts. But rather than withdraw, my Mother held her position. And more, she leaned forward slightly, arching her back and raising her ass to meet my manhood more fully. Mom placed both hands on the shelf before her, and then slowly, deliberately rocked her crotch down and then back up my stiff meat. Again, she did it – rocking her vulva and anus down, then back up. And yet again.
There was no longer any pretense. No longer any rationale – other than the carnal desire for intimate physical contact. Everything else dropped away, and all of our attention became focused on what was happening at the point of contact where our two bodies met. Only a scant few layers of thinly stretched fabric separated our genitals. All along the length of my now rock-hard cock – I could feel my beloved Mother in all of her feminine glory. Toward the tip of my cock, I could feel the nub of her swollen clitoris – rocking and rubbing. The main meat of my shaft, bore the full weight of her puffy labia – soft, warm and enveloping. Toward the base of my cock, I could distinctly perceive her taught anal sphincter pressing hungrily against my member.
In essence, we were fucking. Except we had our clothes on. Certainly, we were dry humping to say the least. Though, there was nothing dry about it. Heat and moisture emanated in waves from between my Mother’s legs; and her neck, shoulders and back glistened with the sheen of her sweat. “Oh God, Baby,” whispered Mom breathlessly.
“Oh God Mom,” I echoed, pressing deeply into her. “I fucking love your sweet little ass!”
“Mmmmm, Honey, my ass is loving you… But we… we can’t do this.” She said this even as she continued to grind her asshole down against my cock. It’s as if her brain was telling her one thing, while her ass and pussy were working on a completely different agenda.
Within another few moments, however, her brain was able to regain full control of her rebellious nether regions. Mom straightened up, grabbed the box before her, and said, “Come on – let’s go take that A/C break you wanted. I think we both need to cool off!”
“I’ll meet you in there – I’m gonna go get us some iced tea.”
“Oooo good idea,” I heard her say, as I headed toward the kitchen. Opening the fridge – I looked high and low for some bottles of iced tea. In the light, my eye caught the outline of my still-swollen member stretching the front of my grey shorts. I noticed a dark patch staining the thin cotton fabric – midway down the length of my cock. ‘Is that sweat?’ I wondered, as I ran my finger along the damp spot. It was slick – and viscous – definitely not sweat… that’s… that’s where Mom had been grinding her pussy on me just moments ago. I put my fingertip into my mouth and tasted the nectar from my Mothers flower. It was so sweet. I definitely needed more of that. But how could i make that happen?
wpDiscuz