“Peter no.”
“It’s ok I’ll listen carefully” he said continuing to caress my tits. I didn’t have the resolve, the will, the desire or the self-control to stop him and I moaned in his ear when he pinched my nipple.
“Ok Cat?”
“Oh darling yes.”
I was wearing a white lacy, see through bra under the blouse. His fingers were on the flesh of my upper chest in the opening of the blouse. That felt good. They slid down a bit going just inside the lapels almost reaching the swell of my breast. That felt better. I felt him trying to undo the buttons.
“No” I muttered grabbing his wrist. “It’s too dangerous.”
“It’ll be fine we’ll hear him coming” he insisted fiddling the top button open. We kissed more and his hand slid inside right onto the fullness of my breasts. Sitting side by side on his bed, I felt him wiggling his fingers inside the bra.
“No” I groaned with absolutelyno conviction as he found my nipple and pinched it. As I half expected he completely ignored me and eased my tit out of my bra.
“I won’t take it off mum” he smiled easing the other boob out as well.
I had no resistance left. Instead I gave into the lovely feelings and wonderful sensations my son was giving me.
“Good?” He whispered.
“Oh yes, Peter, yes” I sighed back slipping my hand inside his tee shirt and finding his nipple.
He leaned forward, held my breast and licked across it. He kissed it and softly sucked on the flesh. He licked his way to my nipple and sucked that into his mouth. As he gently chewed the rubbery, pink protuberance I suddenly wondered how he was so adept at making love to a woman’s breasts, but the lovely sensations he was giving me quickly drove that from my mind. Just as I was revelling fully in having my nipples adorned by my son’s mouth I suddenly heard my husband’s voice.
“How about a drink?”
I suddenly realised that he had opened the door to his study and had walked at least half way up the stairs before we heard him. I leaped up and moved behind the door to Peter’s room as now I heard Richard approaching. I frantically started trying to get my boobs back into my bra, but I could only get one in, the cup was twisted. I gave up and was doing up the far too many buttons Peter had undone as Richard casually strolled into the room. I just about made it, but I must have looked worried, agitated and probably a little flushed for under the tight blouse my left boob was bare.
“Hi dad” Peter said moving between me and Richard. I squeezed between them and said.
“Yes I’d love some wine, but must use the loo.”
We drank a bottle of red wine with Peter and me casting furtive and lustful glances at each other behind Richard’s back. We chatted and then decided to go to bed.
I had undressed to my bra and pants and Richard was in the bathroom naked when I had a strong urge to say goodnight to Peter. I slipped my bra off and pulled on a mid-thigh length, red silk dressing gown.
“Just going to give Peter clean towels, I forgot them earlier” I called out.
“Ok fine.”
Peter’s room was round the back of the house well away from ours. I tapped on his door.