I leaned into her hair and loudly inhaled. I moaned in a low, dark voice. ‘Mmm..What is that scent? It’s delicious.’
She snapped out of her trance and she looked at me in confusion for a moment. Then a cat-like grin crossed her face. ‘Do you like it, baby?’ she purred, ‘It’s called Erotic Evening.’
She lifted her long hair off her shoulder, offering me her bare neck to apparently smell the fragrance where she had dabbed it. I placed my nose within an inch of her skin and took in the intoxicating combination of perfume, soap and the hormones that nature emanates when the need to mate is strong. I felt the heat of her flesh on my face. Her body was warm with the sexual stimulation of the movie and our closeness. I placed my lips to her tender flesh. She let out an audible gasp but kept holding her hair up. My tongue ran slowly up her neck, stopping for sucks and nips every other inch. My mother groaned. I continued my journey until I reached her earlobe. I sucked it in. After a couple pulls, I placed my hand on her opposite cheek and turned her face to mine. Her face was that of someone lost in an opiate dreamland. Her eyelids hung half open and a touch of drool leaked form the corner of her parted lips.
I leaned in and pressed my mouth to hers. Her lips responded with shameless passion, capturing my own in an erotic oral wrestling match. In the background was the sound of wet genitals slapping against each other as the porn continued to run. The actress moaned and cried out as she was being thoroughly fucked. I broke our kiss. Mom looked as if she would cry.
‘I’ve got to turn this off.’ I said. I switched to a soundscape music channel to avoid further distraction. I then leaned back on the couch and pulled her close to me. She assaulted the side of my face with kisses. Soft moans escaped from her as she indulged her urge. She then slowed down and her kisses became more loving.
She whispered in my ear, ‘Looks like someone is excited.’ She ran a fingertip along the outline of my throbbing 8 inch erection. It kicked and struggled under the confines of my boxer shorts. ‘See, men can’t tell if a woman is turned on but it is always obvious if a man is turned on.’
‘Oh really? What about these?’ I captured a hardened nipple between my thumb and forefinger through her nightshirt. I gave it a gentle tug while at the same time, engaging her in a wet French kiss. She moaned into my mouth as I found her other nipple and gave it the same attention.
After several minutes, we took another gasp of air. ‘Maybe I’m just cold. Hard nipples don’t always mean a woman is hot.’ She purred, ‘If a man really wants to know, he has to check if a woman is wet.’
She leaned back and parted her legs as far as the knee-high nightshirt would allow. She slowly ran her tongue along her swollen lips and gave me a ‘come get it’ look. I grabbed her open collar with both hands and in one lust-filled move, tore her nightshirt completely open right down the middle. I again put my mouth on her sensitive neck, only this time I kissed, sucked and nibbled my way down to the peak of one heaving breast. She kept running her hands through my hair while moaning, ‘Baby.. oh yes…YES!…oh baby… sweet baby..’ I ran my hand up her thigh. Her skin felt cool and soft until I reached the vicinity of her womanhood. She was simply drenched. My fingers were lost in world of liquid heat and silky flesh. It was difficult to get my bearings for a bit because my face was being pressed into her demanding tits. Whenever I thought I knew where my hand was on her sex, her pelvis jerked and undulated and I was lost again. Without knowing how, a couple of my fingers were suddenly buried inside her sopping box. She was instantly overtaken by a shuddering orgasm while yelling my name. Her thighs clamped down on my hand like a vise. She pressed my face between her breast with an iron grip on my hair. This frozen contortion lasted a good thirty seconds before her legs and hands released me. She seemed to melt into the couch. She was a human puddle of satisfaction.