“This is so sweet, I love your caresses,” Mom whispered.
I rolled her towards me and kissed her deeply with my tongue pushing deeply into her mouth. Mom was as ardent in the kisses as I was and we were soon panting for breath around each other’s mouths. After a few minutes of this hot kissing, she rolled over with her back to me again and we assumed our now natural spooning position.
Again we fell asleep, and again I awoke with my heart soaring at finding myself holding my Mother like this. I pulled her tightly to me and fondled both breasts as I woke her with whispered tender loving phrases and raves of her beauty. And now another day to wait agonizingly for night to fall!
As night fell for the third time in my new life of bliss, we said nothing but both went straight to her bedroom and got into her bed.
As we lay spooned and I began my wondrous explorations of her breasts, kissing her neck and shoulders, she suddenly got serious. “Doug, what are we doing?” she asked. “This is wrong on so many fronts, and yet I am so happy.”
I came back, probably too quickly, with, “Please stop putting any negative thoughts into something so wonderful. We are happy and can do whatever we want to do in enjoying the happiness. I love you!”
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Mom just mumbled a, “Hmmmm,” and left it at that.
This continued for a few more nights in this fashion; sleeping, hugging, fondling and kissing, but no more. I knew in my heart that she must realize where this was going. Normally a Mother and son do not do these things. She had to realize that what we were doing was the prelude to full intimacy! But I was so leery of losing what we had, I was afraid to take the next step.
On the seventh night, I had rolled her to me to kiss those marvelous lips and had my hand up under her top as usual paying with my newly found toys. I decided I must get my lips on these beautiful breasts! I began to think about the day many years ago when my father had mentioned that I was not breast fed – it was kind of in a passing comment about how I was the third child and they hand learned all about the different baby rearing techniques, and I was a bottle fed baby. I was disappointed at the time, and to this day I think I have a breast fixation due to that! I decided to use this as an opening.
I broke our kiss and hoarsely whispered, “You know I was denied these perfect breasts as a baby, it is time I got my rightful nursing.” And without waiting for a reply, I dipped down, pushed her top up over her right tit, and placed my mouth on her nipple. It was so hard and the moment my tongue and lips captured it I was burning with even more desire. Her chest heaved and my heart raced, as I began to suckle at the teat so long denied me!
Mom moaned and placed a hand on the back of my head, pulling me in, and I knew then that I was going to make love to my Mother, no question about it!
“Oh Doug, please, yes, I love that,” Mom whimpered.
After what seemed like an appropriate amount of time at her right breast, I decided to switch. I started to push the other side of her top up and she reached down and took the hem and pulled it over her head, removing it totally. As I watched her naked breasts become fully exposed, I gawked at her glorious beauty. Those fabulous tits in all their glory, average in size but pert and perfect!
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