“You’re not old!” I blurted out.
“I’m forty-three, you know.”
“Still, you’re one of the best looking woman I know.”
She blushed and for a moment looked somewhat troubled. She probably remembered the pantie she had found in my room. Remembering it also made me blush.
Finally she said, “Why, thank you sweetheart…” Then a little awkwardly, “Well, let’s tuck in?”
I took off my robe and climbed into bed with my boxers and a t-shirt on. Mom, I noticed, had purchased a Chicago White Sox T-shirt that was many times bigger than her own size. It fell on her mid thighs and gave me an ample view to those shapely legs. As she got in I couldn’t fail to notice how her breasts swung freely under the baggy shirt, indicating she had no bra on. Blood once again rushed to my dick.
“Good night,” she said and leaned over to give me a kiss on the forehead. As she did I almost wanted to ravage her neck. It was fairly exposed because of her short hair, smooth and very seductive, like the rest of her body.
“Good night mom.”
I lay there not sleeping for a long time, trying to push away thoughts of my mom. The closeness of her smell didn’t help. It only made my head swim. Thankfully sleep was still able to find me.
During the night I was awakened by something. Years of sleeping with my dad had obviously conditioned my mother. I awoke to find that we were spooning. Somehow my arm ended up wrapped around her hips while my crotch was tightly pressed against her ass. She snuggled closer and the warmness of her body stirred the monster in my pants.
I couldn’t help myself. As if the most natural thing to do, I pushed and ground my stiffness against her. In half-consciousness she responded with her own movement, rotating her hips in time with my thrust. A heated friction was building between our genitals as they kept rubbing each other against the layer of fabric. The head of my dick would occasion poke its way into her slit.
We were soon breathing heavily. Despite her panties, I could feel her wetness seeping through. I boldly reached my hand toward one of her breasts. Her nipples stood out, erect in her shirt. I squeezed and fondled her tits as I continued on with my movement. It felt like a dream.
“Mmmm David, you’re so hard,” mom moaned out dad’s name as I went on with my thrusts, but that didn’t discourage me. My balls were ready to explode. I knew that I should stop. But I couldn’t, God help me, I just couldn’t. I had the overwhelming urge to cum. It felt as if my life depended on it.
My orgasm seized me in a powerful grip. I thrust my hips hard against my mother and could feel my cock slip just barely into her hole— if not for the pantie it surely would have penetrated her. I tried to stifle a groan as the first of many shots of semen erupted from my cock, soaking her panties and leaking some on her pussy.
All that action eventually awakened her. “Ahhh hmmm so much cum,” she was moaning in pleasure, shoving her ass against my spurting cock, but suddenly she gasp and went rigid, as she must have realized by then that I wasn’t Dad.