“I’m not asking you to. But you brought up the topic so give me one example. That’s all.”
“Hmm, this will take another glass of wine.”
The glasses refreshed and half drunk, mom continued.
“You can’t mention this to anyone. ”
“It stays in this room.”
“I told you how she’s not so keen on breasts. Even though I like ’em. But she loves my ass.”
“And…”
“Well, she gets off on kissing it, licking it.”
“You mean your cheeks?”
“No Brian, my hole. She loves to stick her tongue in my hole. Every time we have sex she licks me there. One night she said it was ass-only night and all she would do would be to ravish my ass. Brian, she had me down on my knees with my ass in the air for almost an hour while she licked and kissed me there. She sticks her tongue way up inside. Oh God, I can’t believe I’m telling you this.
“Do you do the same for her?”
“I do. But not nearly as much. I can’t bring myself to stick my tongue right up there. But I’ve gotten to like licking.”
She looked away, then at me. “God Brian, this is NOT the conversation I’m supposed to have with my SON.”
“Mom, I’m touched that you can confide in me like that. I’ve seen how happy you’ve been over these months and Valeri has been nothing but good for you. It was high time you had an adult relationship and now you have one and that’s great. And I’m sure your tits are lovely.”
She half laughed and half cried. “Oh Brian, that was so sweet. I do love you, you know. But it’s a school night and I’d best get ready for bed.”
She went off to the bathroom while I finished my wine. Hers too as she’d left a couple of ounces. She returned to say goodnight wearing a full length nightgown. She kissed me on the forehead, then the nose and cheek. Then she got up, thanked me for the conversation, flashed me a breast, yes, FLASHED ME A BREAST, and left.
Part 4 – Valeri’s Request
Things gradually progressed. Mom and I didn’t have any more intimate talks but the hugs and cuddling on the sofa grew more frequent and prolonged. I still served the Sunday morning coffee and Valeri always left the covers down, exposing her breasts. One morning my mom’s covers slipped. She went to pull them up, then stopped.
“Oh well, if you can see Valeri’s then I needn’t be so shy about you seeing mine.”
I had a semi-hard-on that morning that grew into a full-fledged salute at that sight. Objectively speaking they were nothing special. Maybe a 34C or a 36B and they drooped a bit. The nipples were faintly pink and stuck out nicely. But it was the fact that they were my mother’s that made them special. I still didn’t have a raging desire to have sex with her but I was enjoying our growing intimacy.
Another morning as I entered with the coffees, Valeri got up and said she had to use the bathroom. Got up fully naked I should add. She didn’t make a big deal of it and sauntered off. I was able to see that her pubic hair was jet black and unusually for those days, trimmed. And her ass was even better than the glimpse I’d had several months ago. It was kind of big with rounded cheeks and very firm looking. My cock had risen to a 75 degree angle – almost fully erect but sticking out so it couldn’t be missed. My mother caught me gaping.