As I watched the film and gently fondled my mother's right boob with my right hand I couldn't help but think back over the days events. Had I peaked at barely nineteen? Was it going to be down hill from now on.
As if to answer my retrospective question almost, my mother opened her dressing gown, she wasn't wearing her nightie, she then opened her legs a little, lifted my hand off her boob and placed it between her legs.
I teased her clit with my finger tips as I continued to watch the film. I know it's a little hard to believe but I really had got into it! When mom came it was slow to begin with but rapidly took control of her whole body to the extent where she actually passed out as it finished.
I left her sleeping beside me until the film finished and gently woke her by kissing her lips.
At first she had no idea where she was. When her wits returned she pulled my face to hers and gave me a kiss which virtually said fuck me now! In case I didn't get the message she also began to fondle my dick though my jeans.
Call me old fashioned if you like but I didn't want our first time, who knows, possibly the only time we made love to be like this and I managed to rebuff her Pavlovian responses to my administrations. Once she'd calmed down we lay together on the couch both content to just be together.
Around twelve we got up and headed for our beds. On the landing we kissed again and I fondled her bum. As we parted mom whispered in my ear, she wished I'd fuck her like I had Mary Diane Anne Lin and Wendy's friend. I pulled away from her to look at her face. Before whispering into her ear, 'I will.'
That night I slept long and soundly. In the morning I had breakfast with my mother who was, it had to be said in a particularly cheerful mood. She kissed my lips gently as she left for work and told me she was looking for ward to me making good my prediction!
Lin was the first to message me. She thanked me for yesterday and asked when she could see me again. I text back, I was planning on spending the day studying, she was welcome to come here when ever she was free. She text back saying she'd be there at eleven. I added, when I let her in she wasn't to speak.
Anne called me a little after I'd sent the text. She was full of exuberance over the way I had made her mother call her before I had done anything with her. She also told me she had seen a big difference in her mother even after one... session with me. Almost as an afterthought she wondered if I felt like distracting her again at lunch time. I told her if she wanted to come here I'd do the catering for her.