I leant back and, propping my butt up with my arms behind me, allowed Joel to lift my slip up above my stomach before I bounced back down and, like my son, took control of the reveal of my own torso. As gracefully as I could with my hands trembling from nervousness and lust, I slid my loose-fitting (unflattering, honestly) slip over my head, deliberately letting it catch on my breasts as I did so. After the brief struggle was over, my breasts jiggled and I threw my slip onto the floor.
Joel’s draw dropped wide open, and he stared at my breasts for several seconds without any further movement. If only Mark would look at me that way again! Eventually, his brain started working again and he simply said “Holy fuck.” Any other time I would’ve yelled at him for his language, but I decided to allow for the circumstances.
“I guess I don’t have to ask if you like what you see, honey?” I enquired coyly. So this is what it’s like to feel sexy; I’d genuinely forgotten. I cupped my breasts in each hand and rubbed my nipples for him.
“Jesus Christ, yes.” He practically leapt at me, laying me down on the bed again with his arms either side of me, kissing my cheeks and my neck. We moaned in pleasure together, me doing my best not to flinch or giggle as his stubble tickled my sensitive skin. He kissed his way down the centre of my chest and soon he was face-to-face with my bare breasts for the first time since I weaned him off breast milk so many years ago. He immediately latched onto my right nipple just like he did as an infant. This time, however, was much more about pleasure. I immediately felt my nipple harden in his wet, eager mouth as his hot breath and saliva made contact with my sensitive skin. Moaning intermittently and not content with just sucking my nipple, he also licked it and ran his tongue clockwise and counterclockwise around my areola, truly enjoying playing with his mother’s breast for the first time since he was a baby. As he pleasured my right breast, my left did not feel neglected in the slightest – his right hand had a hold of it and he squeezed it firmly but lovingly. He would rub the nipple with his index finger and make it hard in an effort to make it match the right. After a while, he switched and began licking and sucking my left breast while massaging and playing with my right nipple.
Long before his hands ventured that far south, I knew I was wet. I probably had been since that first kiss when I turned him down. Since that kiss, I’d been warm and tingly down between my legs, and I first realised I was so damn moist that I’d begun leaking onto my bikini briefs around the time I’d removed my son’s shirt. So by the time he’d begun kissing down from my breasts to my belly button, I was more than ready for Joel to take off my underwear. I squirmed and giggled as he kissed my belly button and my lower tummy. His hands slid down from my breasts and down to my sides and over my hips, where he hooked the sides of my briefs with his fingers and, once I lifted my butt off the bed once again, my son removed my underpants, leaving me totally naked and with his face mere inches away from his birthplace.
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