I have no idea what was happening on the tv. All I could think about was this new closeness with my mother. We had spooned many times, but she never pushed her butt against me and I never caressed her bare stomach. I kissed my mother’s ear lightly for no reason at all, and she responded with another sweet sound and said “That’s nice.”
I kissed hair and skin wherever I could find it and returned to kissing her ear a few times. Each time I did, I felt her body react a little and often a breath in or out.
My mother’s breathing grew more pronounced as I stroked the underside of her breast. I was hesitant to touch an actual nipple and possibly ruin the mood, but my mother reached around with her hand to caress my head and hair. I took this as a good sign. A minute or so later I worked up enough courage to actual caress a nipple. I heard a loud breath and she arched her body in pleasure.
“Gently, gently…oh, honey, that feels so nice. I’ve missed this so much. Oh, my…”
Mother was just a 34 B but she had lovely, firm nipples and her breasts felt heavenly in my hand. I caressed her sweet buds gently in every way I could think of, occasionally pausing to pull her nipple lightly. That never failed to get a murmur of pleasure. Life felt so incredibly sweet at that moment, I couldn’t imagine it getting much better.
And it didn’t.
Right when I should have shifted into second gear, whatever that was, I fell asleep. Yep, I fell asleep. One minute I was caressing a nipple and kissing my mothers ears, neck and hair, the next I was waking up with my left arm feeling dead.
“You awake?” Mother asked.
“Yes. I can’t believe I fell asleep. I was enjoying myself so much, then…Jeeze, I just felt so tired and heavy.”
I sat up and sat back against the couch, feeling groggy. And I said so.
“Man, I don’t know if the THC in those gummies makes you tired or what. Maybe I was tired anyway.”
Mother smiled and curled up against me, putting her head in my lap.
“It’s alright. It is what it is. We had a nice time. Maybe it’s for the best things stopped there and didn’t get out of hand–pardon the pun.”
I smiled unconvincingly, and shook my hand left and right, then up and down to get feeling back.
“I’m still tired. Soooo tired. I’m going to bed.” And I did.
The next day, nothing was said about what we’d done, but we were closer. Mom took to kissing me goodbye on the lips and we hugged a couple times while making dinner or unloading the dishwasher. That was pretty normal, though. Maybe we held each other an extra second.
When Sunday rolled around, mom asked for a repeat performance that evening. She took another gummy after dinner, but I took a half one and drank a 20 ounce bottle of Coke, hoping the caffeine would counteract the sleepiness I had felt the first time.
We restarted “The Queen’s Gambit” and restarted our spooning position, but once again got distracted. I am not the boldest person, so I was just warming my mother up, kissing her ears and caressing her stomach when she took my hand and placed it on her breast.
Wow! Touching her was one thing. Knowing she wanted me to touch her was another level up. Once again her nipples firmed and she sighed at my touch. I loved the softness and beauty of her breast. It was fairly warm that evening, so I got another surprise when my mother shifted position and took her tee shirt totally off. I got a lovely view of her breasts and wanted to reach out to suck her nipples, but mother got back into her position and leaned back in such a way that I could give both her breasts attention.
“That feels lovely, but could you rub my back for a bit? Just give me a back massage for a couple minutes. My back is sore.”
Mother lay down on the couch while I kneeled on the floor rubbing her back. She sighed in pleasure as I pressed my hands into the small of her back and down just above her butt. After a few minutes I started massaging mother’s thighs and legs, but the yoga pants did not feel a fraction as exciting as my mother’s skin. Mother realized this too, then lifted her hips.
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