I lived across the road from my parents. My own little love nest. My mom would visit me every morning for coffee, of course, after dad had left for work. It was our 'usual' routine.
My mom would always like to wear skirts and blouses. Lately, her skirts had become shorter than the 'usual' ones she wore.
This day, I got the usual morning knock on my door. I opened it and there stood mom.. She was wearing the shortest skirt I had ever seen her wear--it was very nearly a mini skirt, as most of her legs were on display, and she still looked stunning.
She spoke, "Good morning."
I stood there, speechless; just ogling mom.
She asked, "Are you going to let me in."
"Oh, of course, come in," was all I could say.
So I opened the door fully, and mom came inside. I closed the door, and quickly went to my open-plan kitchen. I wanted to see how mom would manage sitting on the sofa. She kept her legs together and slowly lowered herself down, not exposing anything.
With my disappointment of having seen nothing, I made our coffees and moved the mugs over to the coffee table.
Mom leaned forward, and placed the coasters for the hot coffees.
It was only at this time, I realised what blouse mom was wearing. A white blouse with a zip opening. It seemed that I had missed her blouse at the door, that I was far too busy ogling her short skirt. After I put the coffee mugs down, I walked around the coffee table and began to sit down next to mom.
But somehow, I managed to half slip and fell onto the sofa. My left hand landed on the arm of the sofa and my right hand landed on mom's knee.
Mom asked, "Are you okay?"
I answered, "I'm fine, I just slipped."
But I then realised how soft mom's skin felt; much softer than her age would lead one to believe--definitely as soft as my last girlfriend's.
I proceeded to tell her, "Your skin is so soft."
She said, "I cream my skin every day."
I asked, "You cream all your skin?"
"Everywhere," she answered, with a big smile on her face.
I took this as a gesture for me to explore her skin. I ran my hand down from her knee slowly to her ankle, enjoying the softness of mom's silky, soft skin.
Mom seemed to be enjoying it, too.
On reaching her ankle,
I said, "Wow, mom, you do have very soft skin,"
With a smile, she answered, "I told you so."
Then, I slowly ran my hand back up mom's leg, and this journey upwards was definitely more interesting. My thoughts were racing ahead, as to what would happen. Once I reached her knee again, which, unfortunately, I did far too quickly,
I didn't remove my hand. Instead, I massaged mom's knee; which again, she seemed to be enjoying. Knowing this, I plugged up the courage and moved my hand upwards.
I managed to reach the hem of her skirt, where I stopped my hand; waiting for any comments from mom.
But I was met with silence. I moved the tips of my fingers forward, moving them under the hem of her skirt.
Was at this moment that mom spoke,
"What are you doing, Peter?"
I looked at her face--her beaming smile lit up her face with enjoyment.
I answered," I know you're enjoying this, too."
She confessed, "Guess my smile gives that away. But this has to be our little secret."
I smiled back my answer.
I proceeded with moving my hand forward, my fingers feeling their way up the inside of mom's leg. Mom's skin was as she described earlier. She did cream everywhere--my fingers were reaching near the top of her inner thigh. I kept edging slowly forwards, until my fingers brushed the material of her panties. Mom gave a big sigh and it went straight to my cock--I had gotten rock hard super quickly.
Wow, just one sigh and I was losing control already. I had to calm myself down. I didn't want to cum in my boxers. I slowed down my breathing. I moved my hand, following her panties all the way round to her hip. I placed my fingertips on the elastic nylon waistband, and traced them across her stomach. Travelling from one hip to the other; what a wonderful journey I was making, and I already planned a return journey, too.
Moving slowly across her panties waistband, I could feel her heat slowly intensify. On reaching the middle, her pussy was radiating immense heat, even through her panties.
Wow, I thought, I can turn on my mom and make her feel this hot.
Avoiding temptation, myself, I forced my fingers and hand away from her heated pussy. I wanted to make mom wait, to see how she liked being teased. I continued moving my fingers across,'til they reached her other hip.
What an intense journey that was. With my heavy breathing and excited heart, I eagerly started my return journey across her panties nylon edge. But this time, I moved my fingertips inside her panties. I slowly edged my fingers across, moving away from her hip to her stomach; the softness of her skin was incredible.
Moving slowly across, it seemed to take forever to start to feel her heat begin. I knew I was getting closer, as the heat grew more intense. 'Till at last, I reached the middle. This time, I was not giving into temptation, and continue moving on--inwards was my intention
I started to slide my fingers inside her panties, and I came across the first of many strands of her fur-covered mound--Joyce was definitely all natural. As my fingers encountered a jungle down there, the thought of my big cock working its way through her jungle, 'till it found her hidden, hot, moist cave, really turned me on.
My fingers now were at her hot and very wet opening. It was then that the thought of a name for her pussy came to mind. With her name being Joyce, and all of this juice, I joined the words together and named her pussy,' Juicy Joyce'. My last girlfriend had already named my cock, also joining two words together. My name, Peter, and as I'm well endowed, 9 inches in length and 6 inches girth, it was named 'Big Peter'.
Mom had no idea how big I now was; I couldn't wait to see the look on her face, when she saw him. I pushed my then-wet fingers into Juicy Joyce, sliding two of my fingers deeply inside her.
Joyce gave a pleasurable moan, and after letting me play with Juicy Joyce,
she asked,
"When do I get something to play with?"
I moved my fingers out of juicy Joyce and out of her panties, away from her skirt.
She looked at me, as if to say, 'what are you doing?'
