I pushed the straps to each side along with the back of her dress. I looked at her sides where the bra strap had been wrapped around her and saw the huge indentations which were redder than the surrounding flesh. “Wow Mum,” I said, rubbing my hands over the indentations, “doesn’t that hurt?” “Yes John,” she replied, “but you get used to it.
I started to rub one side of her back to try and smooth out the indentation. She groaned, “Oh, that’s nice,” she said, leaning on the table. I rubbed and kneaded one side for about three minutes and moved over to the other side repeating my actions. Both areas looked considerably better for the rub. “Oh, that feels so much better John, I’m glad I decided to allow your request now. Slide your hands round me both sides just as you did when you arrived but under my bra.” I did this and laid my cheek against her warm back. My hands slid around her and encountered two huge, to me, flesh globes. So I continued on and stroked all over them lightly and finding her hard nipples. “Mum, why are your nipples hard?” I asked. “That’s because they are very sensitive and even though you are my son it is a very sensual feeling, you stroking my breasts like that. When you get to this level with a girl, be just as gentle and caring as you are now.” she replied. “Now, take a gentle grip on each nipple and squeeze them slightly.” I did. “A little harder, yes, that’s it. Now roll the nipple between your fingers. Oohh, oohh, yes that’s just right, oh god I’m so wet.” I don’t think she meant me to hear those last five words.
By this time my hard on was getting painful, and I tried to ignore it. “Mum, now I know what they feel like and have an idea of how to handle them and I have seen pictures but it’s not like seeing the real thing.” I noticed that Mum’s dress had slipped half way off her shoulders. She stood up and turned round to face me. She allowed the shoulders of her dress to slip completely of her shoulders and continue down her body taking the bra with it. I was entranced, I was face to breast, and they were gorgeous.
I was only about two inches away from Mum’s right nipple and without thinking leant forward and latched onto the nipple. Mum groaned and put her hand at the back of my head in acceptance of the loving suckle that I was giving her. I transferred to her left nipple and got another groan from her. While I was occupied like this I undid my trousers and let them drop, then eased my undies over my painful cock. Being released, my cock felt very much better and not so painful.
I eased back from Mum’s nipple and stood up with a silly grin on my face. Mum looked down and saw my massive hard on, about 8 inches long and nearly two across. She gasped at the sight and said “Gracious John, I don’t like the colour of your penis, is it painful?” I nodded. “Come on then.” She picked her dress and bra up and I collected my trousers and undies. Mum led me upstairs and looking up I watched as her backside swung sideways as she ascended the stairs. I could easily see that between her legs, her knickers were soaking wet and I could see that there was some liquid running down the inside of her thigh. “Mum, did you have an accident? I can see liquid running down your leg.” “No, John,” she said, “that is my womanly juices that are to help lubricate me for sexual activity. Most men like the taste of them a lot.” “Taste?” I exclaimed, “men lick that up?” “Yes,” she asserted, “just like I swallowed your cum this morning, it had a nice taste.” I reach a hand forward and stroked a finger up Mum’s leg, collecting quite a bit of the liquid on my finger and transferred it to my mouth. It was lovely! I wanted more, so I scooped more up from her legs.