“Stop it. I’m vulnerable and you’re taking advantage.”
“Lift your arms.” I could feel they were pressed as tightly as before.
“No. Please no.”
Was I being a dick? Yeah! Sure. But I was half convincing myself that I was orchestrating a breakup with Lori. The other half of me really wondered what Mrs. Branch’s big tits felt like. In fact it registered to me that I had a hardon at that moment.
“I want to squeeze your breasts; pinch your nipples. Lift your arms and let me do that.”
“Please don’t make me,” she said in a whisper.
“I won’t make you. You do it because you want to . You do it because you’re curious about how it will feel after all of these years. If it feels the same as you remember or even better now because it’s been so long.”
“Mike,” she said.
“Arms,” I said.
She relaxed her arms completely—to my great surprise. I didn’t want to blow it so I inched my fingers forward and angled below her tits. I rubbed my hands across her abdomen.
“Your stomach’s so hard. That’s so nice.”
I moved my hands upward, in tandem. They both got to the bottom of her bra at the same time. They snaked beneath it and lifted it up and over her breasts.
“Mike. Mike, please be gentle.”
Then I put my hands below her tits, palms up and slowly cupped Mrs. Brach’s breasts.
I had my hands on my girlfriend’s mother’s naked tits! I couldn’t believe it!
“Oohh!, Mike!” she whispered.
I lifted and squeezed slightly, then ran my fingers over her nipples, which were enormous … and hard.
“Oh … oh!” It was barely audible.
“You feel so good, Mrs. Branch. I thought your tits would be good, but this is unbelievable. I love your nipples.” I gently rolled each one around in my fingers.
“Oh my God!” she gasped.
“Does that feel good?” I knew it did, but wanted to remind her.
“So good. I forgot …”
I squeezed her breasts harder, which brought a little unconscious squirm from her bottom against the hassock.
I kissed her on the neck while massaging and exploring. This brought a sudden and violent intake of breath from her. Then I gently sucked on her neck.
“Mike, what are you doing to me?”
“Kissing that lovely neck of yours. Sucking it. I bet you’d like to know what it would feel like if I sucked on your nipples?”
“Oh my God. No! That would be so wrong. You’re my daughter’s boyfriend.”
“But, would you want to feel my mouth? This mouth?” I kissed, then sucked, then, with the flat of my tongue, licked a little path on her neck. “This mouth taking your nipples into them and sucking on THEM instead of your neck?”
“Don’t. Don’t tempt me. Don’t make me answer.”
I didn’t say anything, and let it sit there, and open question in her mind.
“Yes. Yes. I want feel your mouth on me.”
While I was working diligently on her left breast with my left hand, my right hand had been sliding its way south and had reached the elastic waistband of sweatpants. My fingers had made it about four inches inside her panties before it registered where I was headed.
She grabbed my hand. “NO! You can’t. This has gone far enough.”
I kissed her neck again and squeezed her boob. “Let go,” I said softly. I pushed my hand down. She remained firm.