His mother came back into the bedroom, looking pleased at his work. She had her hair up in a towel and her body wrapped in another. Stephen asked her, “Are you cold?”
When she said no, he said, “If you’re not cold then there’s no reason to cover up, is there?”
Gail shook her head again and slowly moved her hands up to untuck the towel and let it fall to the floor. She stood there, head down slightly. Still she was able to see his cock press itself against his jeans. She walked towards him–she wanted to undress him and serve him as he had just done for her.
Stephen let his naked mother pull his shirt up and off, then unzip his jeans and remove them. She knelt and pulled down his boxers, gasping at the sight of his beautiful cock practically lunging for her. Stephen stepped out of his boxers and away from his mom. He knew what she had in mind. But this night was for her.
He motioned towards the bed. “Come and lay down, Mother.” When she did, he asked her, “Do you trust me? Completely?”
“Of course, Stephen!”
He brought out some scarves he had found earlier. He tied one around her wrists and then tied her wrists to the bed. He looked down at her beautiful face. “Still trust me, Mom?”
Gail looked back at her son with such an expression of adoration, it took his breath away. She nodded, “Uh, huh.”
Stephen took another scarf and tied it around his mother’s eyes. Again, he asked her, “Still trust me?”
Gail nodded, sighing deeply. He recognized that she was relaxing into the bondage, trusting him to please her and push her. He had hoped for that, but wasn’t sure she would submit so fully so soon. He was so absurdly proud of her submission to him. “What a treasure you are, Mother!” Photos
Stephen bent to kiss his mother, at first sweet, then turning hungry. His hands began roaming the landscape of his mother’s soft, sweet body. He was on a disbelieving high that he was seeing her, touching her like this.
Stephen kissed his mother’s neck and down her chest towards her breasts. He used his fingers to trace circles around one breast while flicking the nipple of the other with his tongue. His mother’s moans encouraged him. He palmed one breast, glorying in the lush feel of the soft flesh, while he gorged himself on the other, suckling at the breast that had nourished him as an infant.
He used his free hand to sweep across his mother’s belly, slowly, back and forth, lower and lower, until he reached the soft tangle of curls above her pussy. He played with the curls there while he kissed his way down her body.
Stephen settled himself on the bed between his mother’s wide-spread legs. He pushed his nose into her pussy, inhaling her musk. The smell drove him wild. The shocking licentiousness of the act made Gail gasp and clutch at her silken bonds. She held her breath–she had no idea what he might do next.
He licked her wetness away, though not as fast as it was replaced. He smoothed his hands along her inner thighs, then brought them together between her legs. He rubbed along her lips with a finger of each hand, then pushed one finger inside her. With his tongue, Stephen licked his mother’s clit while he fucked her with a finger. He felt her tense up and heard her cries get higher-pitched, so he stopped. He pulled back. He looked at his mother and was devilishly delighted at the look of confusion on her face. He let the moment draw out and watched as she turned pouty. “Stephen, aren’t you going to ….” She trailed off, embarrassed.
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