I repeated my actions on this side of mom’s feminine form, only undoing one more of the blouse’s buttons, the sweater falling to the floor when her other arm was released. Mom’s breathing was ragged and I noticed she had closed her eyes, her head slightly tilted back. When I reached her breastbone this time, I trailed downward into her cleavage with my breath, soft kisses, and wet tongue. Her skin pimpled beneath my touch and her bra brushed both my cheeks.
I rose and after another butterfly kiss, I moved behind mom. I let her jeans covered ass brush against my half-hard dick but pulled back when she tried to increase the pressure on my erection. Or on her ass.
I kissed behind her right ear and trailed my tongue back under her chocolate tresses and down the back of her neck. She bent her head forward and I swept her hair over a shoulder. Her blouse hung barely on both upper arms. I reached around mom’s incredibly soft flesh and undid the second to last button. The blouse was struggling to stay on now.
I kissed gently down between mom’s shoulder blades and she shivered once then twice. I heard her sigh my name no louder than a breeze through the leaves.
My tongue and lips crossed both bony surfaces, my fingers caressing across the small amount of taut stomach that was bare. Mom let out a sound that might have been a laugh if it had been given time to ripen. I held off with the last blouse button and instead undid the button on her jeans. Mom’s fingers came up and ran over my own. My mouth had finished exploring the hard uneven terrain of her scapulas and the straps of her white brassiere and moved on to the undergarment’s semi-complicated fastening.
I licked the skin around the joining and brought my hands slowly back around her sides to un-join it. The straps pulled aside with a springy release. I put my hands on either side of mom’s neck and brushed outward, pushing the bra straps off. It and the blouse now hung on at mom’s elbows.
I kissed the middle of her back and cupped her breasts, soft and sensually, not sexual. I slid my palms upward, my fingers brushing over both sensitive and erect nipples. Mom gasped.
I kissed the back of her neck amidst her stray hairs as my hands continued upwards and then out and down her arms, finally pushing the clothing off her upper limbs. I unbuttoned the final barrier to mom’s toplessness and bra and blouse fell to the floor. I moved back to her front and attempted to keep my eyes off her peaks. I of course failed, but it was merely a glance.
I kissed mom again but this time left my lips in place for two long moments. Then I kissed her chin, crouched slightly to kiss the cleft in her neck, and her breastbone between her mammary mounds. I sensed mom struggled to refrain from pressing those orbs into my face. I began to swirl my tongue in ever-increasing circles until I was licking up the inner sides of either tit. I granted her desire and using my own hands pushed her tits together smashing against my cheeks. I had to motorboat even if it broke the sensual moment. Mom giggled. Remembering the other day with my sister, I dropped my head suddenly and with as much breath as I could suck in, blew the loudest raspberry I’d ever heard on mom’s abdomen.