Still holding me in her hand she pressed her body against mine, and then releasing my cock, put both her arms around my neck, saying, “do you realise it’s sixteen hours since we’ve been together, I hope you’ve missed me as much as I’ve missed you.”
As we kissed her hips pressed my erection hard between us, her breasts felt hard and heavy against me, and her nipples bored into me like drills.
I was used to kissing her for long periods, but there was something worrying me and so I broke the kiss. She stepped back looking concerned, “is there something wrong, don’t you want to kiss me?”
“Of course I want to kiss you, it’s just that, well, what about Dad?”
“He’s got too drunk to even walk so he’s sleeping it off at Dave and Rebecca’s house, Dave’ll bring him home at eleven, on his way to the football.”
“How did that happen, I thought he behaved himself with his work crowd?”
She dropped her head and looking at me from under her eyebrows, with the most angelic look on her face saying, “it wasn’t easy, I had to keep topping up his glass all the time when he wasn’t looking. Then just to make sure, I poured myself a triple brandy and left it within his reach, he saw it there when his glass was finally empty, took it and drained it in two swigs.”
Mum then moved back so that her body was again pressing against mine, “now are we going to stand here talking about him all night, or do you want to kiss me.”
I of course wanted to kiss her, and of course she gave as good as she got. Eventually, a little more urgency came into play as my hands roamed her body. For the first time ever she didn’t move away, remove my hands, or say no. Mums hands were doing a little roaming of their own too.
She was now as ready to couple as I was.
She stood back, “do you want to take my nightgown off?”
“It seems a shame, sometimes it’s transparent, and you’re on show, and then it’s not and I’ve got to use my imagination. You look so beautiful in it, and you’ll be just as beautiful out of it.”
I reached out, put one finger under the strap on her right shoulder, and then very slowly pushed it until it was hanging down, no longer doing its job. My attention went to the other strap and even slower than before, I pushed that until finally it was freed also, and the nightgown, the beautiful Jade Green nightdress, slid down like a parachute pooling at her feet. For the entirety of this exercise, our eyes were locked.
Stepping back, my eyes took all of her in.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
Tears filled her eyes, “you’re not just saying that, you do mean it don’t you.”
I was back to only being able to nod my agreement with her.
Both now naked, we came together again, holding each other tightly, there was no reason to kiss, no reason to touch anything other than the others back and shoulders. Communication by touch alone is one of the very special expressions that lovers alone can use.
Less than half a minute later, we were laying in each others arms, I looked at her. Here she was, with every part of her body mine, to touch, feel, kiss, explore and worship. Her mouth, her breasts, and thighs, all the parts that make a woman just that, a woman, were now mine. My mother was now about to give me the greatest gift, other than life itself, that she could.
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