“Mom, sorry comes from guilt, okay. You don’t have to feel guilty. I don’t want you to feel guilty. If you enjoyed it, then so be it. I know I enjoyed knowing you were watching me. So, I was the willing voyeur-ee. But, I don’t feel guilty. I don’t want to feel guilty. It was the biggest thrill of my life.”
She was dumbfounded. I just looked at her.
She finally got a hold on herself. She even smiled a little when she asked, “So, that’s why you looked so horny because you knew I was watching you.”
I smiled myself, with a tremendous relief, “Yes, I was. I had these elaborate fantasies of you coming in and doing things to me.”
“Oh really! What kind of things?”
“Probably the kind you had in YOUR mind of doing when you looked at my…er…erection.”
She lunged at me. “You know, you are a naughty boy.”
I fell backward onto the bed as she jumped on top of me and started to mockingly choke me. I didn’t fight back and pretended like she had finished me off. There she was sitting on top of me with her ass on my pelvic area, her legs pressed on my sides, her butt feeling the heat coming from between my thighs. There I was laying there just enjoying the feel of her body against mine.
“I shouldn’t have done that,” she said as she realized how close a sexual contact we had made without even trying to get sexual.
“I am glad you did,” I said in a sort of dreamy voice which clearly betrayed my feelings.
“You would, wouldn’t you, you pervert.”
I reached with my hands and placed my palms firmly against her breasts. She closed her eyes as she gave a soft moan when I pressed on her boobs. I caressed them gently as I moved my hands from her breast to her sides and then got up to put my arms around her body and pull her into myself. She melted into me.
There we were, locked in an erotic embrace. She was sitting in my lap with her butt pressing onto my erect cock, her legs on my sides, extended completely out, her breasts pressing into my face, and her arms around my neck. I looked into her eyes, she looked into mine and then she lowered her face onto mine. She kissed me. Gently at first, more firmly and more passionately afterwards. We kissed for a long time, our lips locked together and our tongues exploring each other’s mouths as our hands explored each other’s bodies.
I moved from her lips and her mouth to her cheeks, chin and her neck and onto her cleavage. She pushed me back a little and started to remove her top. I quickly took my shirt off as well. I helped her with her bra and soon we were locked in the same embrace but with her naked breasts pressed hard into me. My hands were running all over her wildly. I didn’t know what I wanted to do next. I felt her boobs, I kissed them, I sucked on her nipples. She gave me a better direction when she moaned loudly as I sucked on her nipples. I turned and made her lie on the bed next to me as I went to work with my hands and mouth on her breasts. I caressed them, kneaded them, sucked on them, and licked them. My hands were on her breasts, on her stomach, feeling between her legs, on her hips and down her thighs. I was working frantically as I tried to cover every part of her body in my reach simultaneously.