Hot Summer Housework with Mom

“Maybe you could let me touch you?”

“Touch me? Where Baby?”

“Right there,” I nodded, “between your legs. You know how hard I’ve been all afternoon. Now, I want to know how wet you are.”

My words seemed to strike a chord with Mom, who subtly shifted her pelvis closer to me, opening her legs just a trifle more. I allowed my eyes to roam over her brazenly – taking in every erotic detail. The saturated, semi transparent lace of her thong literally clung to the fullness of her womanhood – revealing so much – yet maintaining such a thin veil of mystery.

“Oh Baby, I don’t know about that… It’s such an intimate thing… to touch your Mother like that… down there…” For all of the wanton, provocative display of her sexuality, I could see that Mom still genuinely struggled with the implications of this situation.

“Mom, what if we tried something? You know how we were saying that we would have made a great couple, and how we would have loved to date each other and stuff?”

“Yes.”

“Well… what if we just pretended for a little while – that I’m your high school boyfriend. Say maybe we’ve dated a few times, but never had the chance to spend real quality time together. And now finally, we are hanging out in your bedroom, and there’s nobody else home, just us… and…”

“Okay, that works!” she interrupted. Smiling, she closed her eyes and said, “You can touch me now.” Outside, we heard the long, low rumble of a thunderstorm approaching.

9.

My pulse pounded in my temples like a jackhammer. I couldn’t believe this moment was happening. It felt hyper-real – like a dream. With my right hand, I reached across and I touched my Mother between her legs. At the moment of contact, I heard her draw a deep breath, and her pelvis pushed forward. Her right hand caressed my shoulder. My fingertips slid over the pink lace of her thong – pressing ever so lightly against the firm bud of Mom’s clitoris. Over the hump of her pubic bone, my caress traveled the deep cleft of her labia – down to the base of her vaginal opening. I pressed my fingers firmly against her soft flesh, feeling her heat, feeling her moisture, as the thin lace sank between her butterfly lips. I began to rub her with a circular motion – opening her up, spreading her wetness beyond her inner lips.

Mom’s eyes were still closed, her brow knit with pleasured concentration, her parted lips slightly pursed. Sliding my fingers beneath her saturated thong, I continued to rub her fleshy labia and eager clit. Mom moaned softly, reached down and pulled her thong to one side, tucking the thin strand in place under her butt cheek.

For the first time, my Mother’s pussy was now completely on display for me. Her right thigh rested in my lap – pressing against my cock. Her left thigh – wantonly draped over the edge of the bed. I paused for a moment just to take it all in – marveling at the wonderful sight of my Mother’s vagina… the very source of my existence. Mom had a small, closely trimmed landing strip of dark pubic hair. Both her clitoris and her labia were fleshy and swollen, glistening with moisture. Her inner lips were parted, with strands of gooey cream between her rose-flushed petals. I could even see her cute little puckered anus presented proudly to my enraptured eyes.