“Did you like seeing your mother in her black lace bra…?”
She paused, noticing the strong effect the words were having on her son. Why is it that the names for women’s everyday garments are exciting to men?
She kissed him again, this time more firmly.
“And her black panties…?”
She put her arms around her son and pulled him to her. One hand moved to the back of his head and held his mouth close to hers.
“And her garter belt straps … and … stockings … and high heels?”
She let her tongue glide slowly along her son’s lips, and then flicked it between them for an instant. She felt Robbie move his tongue to meet hers, and she teasingly pulled hers back just before their tongues touched.
“Did you get big and hard down here,” she whispered, her hand moving to rest on the bulge his cock was making in his pants.
“Ohhh …. Fuck…yessss,” Robbie groaned.
“Do you like what I’m doing, Robbie?” his mother went on, teasingly. ” Or do you want me to stop?”
She gave the bulge in his pants a rubbing and then a firm squeeze.
“Oh, shit, no…uh…I mean …please don’t stop,” he begged.
“You can touch me too, darling,” she said. “I won’t break.”
She took one of Robbie’s hands and drew it up inside her T-shirt and under her bare breasts.
Robbie found a nipple to play with.
“Yes, that’s nice,” she sighed. “That feels good.”
Julia covered Robbie’s mouth with her own, boldly thrusting her tongue deeply into her son’s mouth and drawing his tongue back into her own. Their mouths drew slightly apart, but their tongues continued to dance together.
Julia pushed Robbie onto his back on the sofa and lay down on top of him, her legs astride his hips. She ground her belly over her son’s cock area. Her breasts flattened against her son’s chest. She felt Robbie’s hands move to grip the upthrust globes of her ass cheeks through her jeans.
Julia held her son’s face in her hands, continuing to kiss him wetly. She looked straight into Robbie’s eyes as she said the words that would make turning back impossible.
“Do you want to fuck me, Robbie?” she whispered.
Robbie didn’t immediately answer, dumbfounded by her question.
“Do you want to put your hard cock up inside your mother’s warm wet pussy and fuck her until she begs for mercy?” she asked.
“Oh, God …yeah, Mom … oh shit yeah,” was her son’s reply.
“Then let’s go to my bedroom and fuck,” she said matter-of-factly. “I’ll let you know when I’ve had enough.”
Julia helped Robbie get up off the sofa, and they staggered awkwardly down the hall toward the bedroom, kissing and groping and struggling with zippers and buttons along the way.
Robbie had had several young women before, with pleasing enough results, but with his mother he felt he was truly experiencing good sex for the first time. Julia was obviously happy with what they were doing together too. She was able to bring out the best in him as a lover, and he was able to bring her to heights of passion and depths of wantonness that she hadn’t visited in a long time. There were moments when both of them felt that they had just experienced something that past partners had never given them, things that future partners probably would never give them, things that no other partners could possibly give them. What they were sharing was perfect in ways that they couldn’t possibly describe.