“Mom. We need to talk. Now.”
“Well, sure honey have a seat–”
“Mom, stand up.”
“What’s this all about?” she asked, as she stood up.
I bent down and scooped her up in my arms.
“Travis! What… where are you taking me? Wait… no… huh uh… put me down.. PUT ME DOWN YOUNG MAN!”
We were halfway up the stairs before she stopped squirming.
“So… we’re… we’re doing this?”
“Yes Mom. We’re doing this. And we’re doing this now.”
“You’re sure?” Mom asked as we entered the bedroom.
I gently laid her down on the bed.
“I’m sure Mom. Or if you want to be Dixie, that’s okay too.”
She shook her head, but held her arms up for me.
“Well then, Travis. Come and give your mom a hug and a kiss!”
( . Y . )
I climbed on top of Mom. With my hand on her cheek, I leaned in and kissed her with all the gentle passion I could muster.
Her soft lips yielded to mine. Our lips folded into each other, gently, testing each other. I opened my mouth some, so did she. I slipped just a little tongue inside her mouth, rubbing it along her teeth. It felt like sparks flew when her tongue met mine. So soft, so wet.
She reached up with her free arm and held me close. Our bodies blended together, my chest pressing into hers. We kissed and tongued for a long time. Both of us were breathing faster, our blood racing through our bodies. Our gentle passion turned to furious passion. My arousal was physically apparent to her, and I’m sure she was soaking wet, but I didn’t want to rush things. I was kissing a beautiful, sexy, vibrant, intelligent woman. You don’t get women like this everyday. I’ve had lots of girlfriends, but not like this one.
Eventually, we broke our kiss and just smiled at each other, both of us breathing heavily.
“Take me,” was all she said.
I got off her and stood up so I could strip. Mom rose up on her elbows so she could watch. Of course, she arched her back to thrust out her chest. She ran her tongue over her lips slowly.
I bent down to take off my skivvies. When I stood up, she gasped.
“Eight inches?” she asked, grinning.
“Eight and a half, but who’s counting.”
“Holy shit!”
I bent down and grabbed her shirt. It was a woman’s shirt, but looks like a man’s long sleeve white dress shirt.
“Is this expensive?” I asked, grabbing it like we were in a fight.
“Yes, it’s from Italy.”
I yanked the shirt apart, buttons flew and fabric ripped. I grabbed it lower down to rip it open completely.
“A bra? Really?”
This was an industrial strength jobbie, no amount of manpower can rip through these things. I pulled her to a sitting position and kissed her hard as I reached behind her to unhook it. One hook, two, christ! Three fucking hooks? Finally undid it.
I pulled the shirt off her, and yanked the bra off, revealing her perfect tits. Yes, I saw them the other day for about 3 seconds, but this was different. These were here, now, for me. I stared for at least half a minute as they heaved with each breath. My cock couldn’t get any harder, but it wanted to.
“Don’t stop now, baby!” Mom encouraged as she lay back down on the bed. She lifted her hips for me.