“Take em off. I still have panties on.”
I nodded my head “yes” in a fraction of a fraction of a fraction of a second.
My mother’s nearly nude body was a delight. She didn’t have sexy panties or a thong on, just ordinary light colored stripey panties, but she had a lovely round ass, nice thighs and legs. I started at her thighs and worked my way down to her feet, pausing there for ten minutes to massage her instep, the bottom of her feet, her toes and everything else. Mother murmured her deep pleasure, and I started back up her legs. I enjoyed every centimeter of smoothness, noting any extra reaction, such as when I half-tickled behind her knee. My visual attention kept wandering to my mothers pantie crotch and ass. I sucked in a long breath as I appreciated the view. The roundness of her ass cheeks restrained only slightly by the leg of her panties, the way her labia made the panties bulge out slightly, the unmistakable wet spot dead center on that bulge…It was a view that for me surpassed all the mountain vistas on earth.
It wasn’t long before my hands were high on mother’s thighs. I worshipped every spot and massaged her skin lovingly. Inevitably, my fingers slipped closer and closer to her sex. Mother’s breathing grew loud and I could hear her sighs of pleasure. My fingers brushed the fabric crotch of her panties briefly, testing for resistance. There was none, so I “innocently” massaged in such a way that the back of my hand brushed against fabric covered labia. There was no resistance. In fact, I heard more sounds of pleasure. I stopped pretending to massage and began a light rubbing of the the wet spot and area around it. The groove of her sex was obvious, and I ran my index finger along her sweet indentation again and again.
Mother shifted position with a groan and opened her legs slightly. I leaned down and kissed the soft flesh just outside her panties while searching with my fingers for the magic spot which marked her clit. I found it. The reaction of her body once my fingertip found her spot was unmistakable. I kissed and sucked her sweet skin while gently rubbing her sensitive pearl faster and faster through the damp fabric. I felt her shoving back against my fingers and smiled at the sexy sight. A moment later I reached underneath her with my left hand and found a warm breast and nipple. That did it. The simultaneous rubbing of two sensitive buds launched her into ecstasy. He body convulsed in pleasure and her legs twitched. She moaned and made a long tremulous sound, followed by quick little moans. Her body contracted, relaxed, then contracted again slightly. Mother reached back for my hand and held it in hers.
I listened to her breathing as it slowed. Neither one of us said anything for a few minutes, then she spoke.
“Oh my God was that ever fun. Wow! Just amazing….I’m not going to justify it or make excuses. I guess I really need that. You’re still in your clothes for Chrissakes! Take off your tee shirt and gimme some skin to skin!”
So I did. Sheepishly. Mom made room for me on the couch as I took off my shirt, then gave me a hug as I nestled against her, skin to skin. Her breasts were warm and felt slightly damp against me as she hugged me.
“I’m not going to debate the right or wrongs of this moment” mom said. “I don’t even care. Well, I do care, but we can talk about that another time. I’ve missed this closeness with someone so much I want to cry happy tears. I guess I’ve missed the loving more than I even knew. And I had no idea how wonderful it would be with you. This is crazy—super crazy—but I don’t even care. We’re just being loving with each other.”
I hardly knew what to say.
“Mom, you know how much I love you. I couldn’t love you any more, and that was before last week. After tonight, I just don’t have words.
Mom kissed me several times around my face, then pushed me away.
“Go get some lotion, vaseline or whatever you want. Let’s take care of you.”
I got up and went to get a container of vaseline I bought at the dollar store. When I got back, mom took the lid off, put a dab on her fingers and paused.
