“Tommy, I can’t wait until we’re back home together.”
My reply was a warm and passionate kiss. We tried to keep things at a slow pace, but that didn’t work for very long. Kissing passionately, it didn’t take long for our tongues to find each other’s. Kneading her breasts, Mom’s body trembled, her breathing labored, and her heart pounded wildly. Her nipples prominently protruded through the bra and pajama top. I had found ‘her spot’; her whole body writhed in pleasure with one little touch of a fingertip on a nipple. Positioning my hands behind Mom’s shoulders and turning her under me, her eyes were closed, she was gently moaning, and her body was shaking and quivering.
After aiming my rock-hard manhood to line up with her sex, she let out a guttural moan. We began a gentle progressing to powerful rhythmic rubbing of our fabric covered sex. She lifted her knees up and wrapped her legs around me. Mom was completely engrossed in the throes of passion. If I slowed down, she would keep going. When I rolled her on top of me, she didn’t miss a beat. I had no idea she was so sexual; how had she kept this bottled up inside her? How much she must have suffered all these years unable to unleash and express it. The reason she cried after our time together on the couch after the Prom was now fully understood.
“Tommy, I’m your Mother… we… oh… Tommy… lines… you… never leave… love… wrong… Tommy…”
Without any resistance I slowly removed her pajama bottoms; continuing our sex-to-sex rubbing the satin texture of her panty against my briefs increased our pleasure to new heights. Rolling Mom on top of me again she straddled my waist with her legs. We kept up our sensuous rhythmic gyrations.
“Mom, please take off your top.”
She did so without hesitation, nearly blinding me with the spectacular vision of her stiff nipples pressing through the thin satin fabric of her cyan bra. Reaching up with palms and fingertips I worshipped her petite firm breasts. One was kissed, then the other. Mom leaned back, and slowly and sensuously, like a visual that was being presented in slow motion took off her bra. Leaning forward she placed her nipples near my eager mouth.
“They’re not very bi-”
A fingertip gently covered her lips.
“Your breasts are exquisite. They were sculpted by the gods for your body; they could not be more perfect.”
I meant every single word.
Pulling her to me I took her left breast into my mouth, quickly followed by her right. Alternating breasts, each nipple was gently suckled. The taste and feel was beyond my comprehension. Mom’s pleasure grew; her body was now literally convulsing in response to my stimulation.
Rolling Mom so that we were on our sides, face to face, I reached down and touched her sex. Through the thin satin fabric I could feel her puffed up labia and engorged clitoris. Mom opened my lips with her tongue, and thrust it into my mouth. Reaching under her panty I gently ran my finger up and down her warm smooth wetness. She shuddered with pleasure. Soon she was screaming into my mouth and convulsing into orgasm, drenching my fingers and hand with her juices. Mom went limp.