“Jeremy!” Mom exclaimed, but I could see and hear her child-like glee from my discordant action.
“See. You never have to stop doing that!” I said in a loud whisper, which seemed unnecessary compared to the raspberry.
“Don’t stop what you are doing!” Mom cooed.
What was I doing? Oh yeah.
I brought my lips to her right nipple and softly brushed them over the rigid nib. I didn’t kiss the nipple, but just let my lips bump it. My tongue also bumped against it. Then circled it along the areola. Mom’s breath hitched at each touch.
I smiled to myself and moved to the other nipple. I knew she suspected the same treatment there but that’s not what I planned. I breathed heavily around the delicate bud then nibbled gently on it. Then more firmly.
“Oh!” She groaned with some surprise.
I kissed it gently but was not done. I took the nipple in my teeth, holding it there while pulling my head back, drawing her nipple with me.
“Oh God!” Mom cried out.
Her hands were on my head, holding it, but to pull it back to her chest or encourage me to pull harder wasn’t evident. I opened my mouth and her nipple leapt three inches from my face.
I flicked my tongue on the one and then the other, before continuing my licking kisses further southwards. The gooseflesh appeared with my touch, my warm breath tickling the tiny near-invisible hairs on mom’s stomach. My hands fell from her magnificent breasts brushing their way down her sides and onto the waistband of her denim jeans. I grabbed them on both sides, just in from her hips, and I pulled either hand down and outward, causing her zipper to move downward roughly. My hands then moved over her hips and around to her firmly encased ass cheeks. I could get no grip to squeeze them with the thick fabric, so settled for rubbing my palms over her hemispheres.
I kissed the triangle of skin revealed by her retreated zipper, a glimpse of red fabric hidden below. A few more kisses and I put my hands at the top of her jeans and grabbed tightly to pull the pants down over mom’s motherly hips. A pair of read satiny panties was now revealed with mom’s jeans around her knees. I left them there for the moment and knelt down, kissing mom’s belly button and swished my tongue inside the wrinkled hole. This elicited another faint giggle from mom’s throat.
I made my way down zigzagging over her lower abdomen and the more abundant and more visible hairs until I reached the elastic edge of the panties. Mom twitched as I moved closer to her hidden treasures. I could see the evident wet spot and when I inhaled, the womanly fragrance of her excitement filled my nostrils.
My kisses followed the elastic trail of that delicate article of clothing, over mom’s hipbone to the outer heights of her leg and around the top of the swell of mom’s ass. I shuffled on my knees as I moved around behind her again. I wanted to grab that ass and never let go, but I would have my hands on those wonderful curves plenty of times in the next few days, so I refrained myself. I continued my licking kisses through the soft valley and up the next swell then to the other hip. My knees struggled to keep up with my travelling tongue.