“People will think I’m crazy. And I’m not. I know exactly what’s going through my mind.”
“We can do whatever you feel is right.”
Her hand softly rubbed her chest. “Would you mind?”
“Mind what?”
Her fingers traced the outline of her breasts through her tshirt. She wasn’t shy about it. She wasn’t shy at all. It was something she was doing brazenly. There was no doubt of her arousal.
“Would you mind if I lifted my top?”
There was a sensual & seductive undertone in my mother’s voice which couldn’t be denied. As she continued to trace her breasts with her fingers, I saw that her nipples hardened. They poked through the fabric of her tshirt. Her nipple looked enlarged from arousal and her caressing fingertips.
I also found myself becoming aroused. Who wouldn’t? Mom or not, it was a tense & erotic situation for any young man. She looked beautiful under the moonlight while she softly touched her breasts. Sure, like most young males, I’ve had incestuous fantasies before, but they were just fantasies. Never reality.
But in that moment, everything was real.
“It’s your decision,” I said calmly. “I can’t decide for you.”
“Would you mind?”
“No, I wouldn’t.”
She turned to me. We looked each other in the eyes. She looked like a woman in need, and she seemed slightly embarrassed about it, although she kept her hands on her breasts.
“Does this excite you to see me like this?” she asked casually.
She already knew the answer. My mother is a smart woman. And the way she asked the question, she already knew. She just wanted to hear me say it.
“Kind of” I admitted. “Your fingers are rubbing your chest, and you’re poking through your tshirt. Who wouldn’t be excited by that? Plus you’re a beautiful woman.”
“But does it bother you that I’m your mother?”
“A little bit.”
She slowly pulled her tshirt up to reveal her bare stomach. Then she slid her tshirt up a little more to reveal the curved bottom of her breasts.
“How about now?” she asked again.
“I think you’re beautiful.”
“Are you willing to do whatever it takes to help me?”
“Of course.”
She held her hands on her chest. “Can you promise me that this will be our secret? No one can ever know. Ever.”
“Of course. Our secret.”
It was clear that she had a point to her questions. She wanted something. And she wanted it badly.
That issue was answered when she lifted her tshirt all the way to expose her bare breasts. They looked gorgeous under the moonlight. Her breasts were round and they sagged. Even in the dark room, I could see that her nipples looked large and brown. They were stiff from her arousal and rubbing.
“They’re amazing,” I said with an almost trembling voice.
She pulled the tshirt overhead and stood topless near the window, as the moonlight lit her body.
“Come here. Hold me.”
And I did. There was something hypnotic about the moment. I felt so aroused seeing her gorgeous breasts. I stood up and approached my topless and beautiful mother.
I became even more aroused as I came nearer and she held me. She hugged me softly and pressed her bare breasts against me.
wpDiscuz