Chapter 4 Moms Orgasmic Delight

Ever since my cousin left last Sunday, my mom and I grew even closer as we have realized that our bond has transformed into much more than a conventional mom-son relationship in less than a month. She began to roam around the house in far more revealing clothes and is becoming more comfortable in her skimpy lace thongs and g-string bikinis when opening the door for strangers like the milkman and delivery guys.

Two days ago before writing this story, I saw a pair of small red pasties on her table. I wasn't surprised to see those but I was a bit concerned that she might be getting just too comfortable while answering the door in her almost nude state for strangers; in outfits that hardly leave anything to imagination.

She came out of the shower completely naked with the towel in her hand and wasn't aware of me being in her room. Just as she saw me, she pretended to feel embarrassed and began to wrap that towel slowly around her fine body but not before giving me a good view of her alluring thighs and bouncy bosoms.

"Son, what are you doing here?" she asked feigning surprise.

"Nothing, just admiring your pasties."

"Ah, yes. These came yesterday. I ordered them last week", she replied while pretending to be struggling with wrapping the towel around herself.

I was curious about the dress that she had on her when receiving the package from the delivery guy. So I asked her, "May I ask, what were you wearing when you opened the door to receive them?"

She grinned and replied, "You know, the usual. My transparent knee length night gown."

"And was there anything underneath?", I continued with my questions.

"No, haha", my mom replied with an innocent giggle who appeared more like a playful girl in her early 20s than a 47 year old widow.

By this time, her breasts were completely covered while leaving her pussy pretty much exposed and I think she did it on purpose. Her attitude right now was beginning to confuse me and I was wondering if she is actually testing my self-restrain from ripping her holes apart.

"Uh, mom...you are not completely covered", I told her feeling a little embarrassed as she stood right in front of me with her bare vagina.

She took a quick glance down there and said, "Ah, as if it matters now." With these words, she unwrapped her towel and let it fall to the ground. Then she turned away from me and walked towards the mirror of her dressing table with a sensual gait, swaying her heavenly hips and buttocks in full display.

My cock was upright underneath the shorts as an air of sexual tension was weighing heavily on both of us.

She silently stood there facing the mirror for a few seconds with myriad thoughts encircling her mind; playfully tracing her fingers around her nipples with almost a sad expression on her ravishing face.

While still standing in the same spot, she called out my name in a faint voice and said, "Take off your pants and come here."

After taking off my pants, I stepped forward and stood behind her, just far enough to keep my hard pecker from touching her butts. In the very next moment, she burst out in tears as she tightly embraced her upper body.

With tears rolling down her fair cheeks and onto her full, busty breasts, she looked at my reflection in the mirror and confessed in a sobbing voice, "I miss your dad so much!"

After seeing her break down in tears, my sense of lust was starting to fade away as I was overwhelmed with concern and the need to provide emotional support for my beloved mom.

In order to console her, I moved closer and held her from the waist before laying my head on her shoulders and said, "I miss him too."

She took her time to let it all out in the form of tears. I stood there holding her for almost five minutes when she brought down her hands from her self-embracing stance to hold mine. Then she pulled them up to place them on her tear-soaked breasts and said, "I know you want to play with these. Go ahead."

Now my cock, hard as ever, was making its way in between her ample tushy. I know my place and I'm always aware that shoving my cock in either of her holes without her permission is off-limits. I respect her too much to force myself upon her.

"Oh...your cock feels so warm", she said feeling pleased while holding my face and gently pulling it next to her cheeks as she moved her face sideways to kiss my lips.

I kept fondling her knockers without much force when she took a pause from kissing me and said, "Squeeze harder. What are you afraid of?"

Hearing these words made my testosterone go wild. We resumed kissing each other but this time, I was taking charge after turning her around in a snap and let my tongue loose to go even deeper into her mouth and sharing our saliva without guilt or shame.

Now she was leaning her body against mine, leaving herself sexually vulnerable to my lustful whims and desires, standing only on her left leg while firmly entwining her right on my disrobed hairless thigh.

I stopped groping her breasts for as long as we kissed, with our eyes closed and feeling each other's breath on our faces; cupping her face in between my palms as she kept pushing herself while rubbing her enticing callipygian figure against mine in a rhythmic motion, grabbing my ass and back with her soft but strong hands.

We lost the track of time. Maybe it had been five minutes or could be ten since we started kissing each other in that room. Few minutes later, our bodies began to sweat even though the air conditioner was on and I realized that she was getting tired. After we stopped smooching, I turned her around to face the mirror and began squishing her bosoms real hard with both hands.

"Ohh...ah...ah...carry on. Don't stop. Keep squeezing them...ah!", she moaned with her eyes closed, giving her approval.

When her breasts turned dark red, I placed my right fingers on her pussy before asking her, "Do you mind?"

"Mind what?", she asked with her eyes slightly open.

"This", I replied by slowly rubbing around her vaginal area with my middle finger. Her stomach began to quiver and she moaned, "Ah...ah...oh."

She didn't answer my question but her moans were enough to tell me she wanted more of that. So I began to rub her faster and with more pressure.

"Oh, oh, ohh...umm...harder!...Deeper!

So I shoved my two fingers further in and began to masturbate her rapidly.

"Oh!...Oh yeah!...Oh yeah! Ohh...keep going! Keep goin!!"

Almost three minutes later, a stream of fluid came spurting out as her pussy exploded and now her entire body was trembling in sheer orgasmic ecstasy. Her knees were shaking and I was having a hard time keeping her standing. So I let go of her. She instantly dropped down and sat on her own pool of cum that laid splattered all over the floor in front of us, casually holding my thighs for support. I was so aroused that my pre-cum began to drip on her forehead, slowly making its way to her nose and cheeks. She clearly felt it but didn't bother to wipe it until later.

She was breathless and was having a hard time to say anything at all. After catching her breath a little, she looked at our reflection in the mirror while still grabbing to my thighs and said with a tired smile, "Oh...thank you. That was great. Thank you."

I crouched and we hugged each other snugly before she pulled me further down and we lay there cuddling each other's sweaty naked body on her cum covered floor.