You remain close. Unyielding, you will accept her anger if it comes, but you become aware of her left hand, the fingers playing and gathering your cum, rubbing it over your soft shaft. You move your right hand to lay lightly upon her wrist. You discover, when she is not coating your shaft, she is spreading semen over her thigh and into her bush. You take her right nipple into your mouth, finding it firm.
“Can you sleep now?” She finally whispers, with a loving tone.
“Yes. I think so.”
“No more hurt?” She queries, as you scoot to your side of the bed.
“It will help. Thank you.” You answer but there is a hint of want in your tone.
You note that your mother does not get up to wash our retrieve her panties as she snuggles up with the covers, her back to you, as you found her. You do not bother to wash or retrieve your briefs.
A few hours later you wake up and leave the bed to take a leak. Peeking out the door, you see your mother is still sleeping and you decide to take a shower. It is a steamy, lengthy shower as you replay last night in your mind and stroke your cock. You watch your ejaculate shoot three abundant globs of semen onto the tile floor. You sweep them towards the drain with your right foot.
You’re sitting on the bottom edge of the bed watching TV, having put on clean briefs and wearing jean’s, your belt buckle unfastened, when your mother stirs. She hears the TV and glances over at you. It takes her a few minutes to wake up and throw the covers off. She not showing any concern for her nakedness as she moves to her tot bag, right profile to you, to pluck a fresh pair of panties out of the bag – dark blue you note. She is so light and thin, you think. As she turns face on to you, her head turns and lowers as she notices her discarded panties lying on the floor between the front legs of a chair where you had tossed them. She mutters, “morning, sugar”, as she walks by you. You feel a twitch in your crotch as your eyes follow her naked frame. You ponder your dried semen that mush still be on her thigh, that, and her tight, sensuous ass.
Her back to you, you note her straight back posture and her easy straight-legged gait that transmits to the viewer, “I am a confident female”. She is an executive at the local clothing mill and has every right to be confident. No matter that she fought other ambitious females, sometimes literally, worked long hours, and, yes, even fucked and sucked her way to the top. You know this because it came straight from her lips when she was upset by her bosses at the mill. She took no shit from any any of them as she had screwed or sucked the cock of everyone of them and then cut them off unless it was to her best interest.
You had not moved when she came out of the bathroom freshly bathed wearing the dark blue panties – the bikini type of a younger girl but they look and fit very nicely. A towel hung over her shoulders covers her breasts. As she moves past you, you reach to take hold of her left arm. She pivots towards you and you draw her in close grasping the two ends of the towel, putting your face to her chest and inhaling deeply, smelling the sweet soap, your hands move to her hips, then reach to palm her buttocks. All through your adult years, when you were feeling depressed and hopeless, she had often put herself and your face in just such a position, but, back then, she fully clothed, holding your head lovingly, and foregoing the liberties you are taking now.