My mind was whirling as mom pulled me into her bedroom. I wasn't sure what to expect. She should be angry at the least, even fuming mad, but she seemed calm. The fact that her robe hung open only served to confuse me, hinting at the impossible. I could see her bra, the thin white fabric barely hiding the smooth flesh underneath.
I knew the bra; I had looked at it many times while doing laundry. It hooked in front with a complicated clasp I had played with several times, imagining I was unhooking it. Her panties were the same semi-transparent white material. They clung smoothly to her skin outlining the treasure hidden beneath. The angel tattoo was clearly visible, smiling at me.
"There's no way that she could mean ..." I thought, my mind racing as she walked me to her bed and motioned for me to sit down.
"So, I take it that I was the subject of this story." She said softly, standing right in front of me, the tattoo right at eye level.
I just nodded, afraid to speak.
"And the laundry thing? You checked out my bras, mine and your sister's?"
I just nodded again.
"And the shower scene? How many times?"
"What?" I said, finally gaining my voice and looking up at her.
"How many times have you watched us, how many times have you stood by the door peeking in while one of us takes a shower?"
There was an edge to her voice now. It wasn't angry, but it wasn't comforting either. I just shrugged. To be honest I had no idea how many times.
"Whenever I could, I guess. Mostly it was you." I replied, looking down at the floor.
That was true. In fact, the only time I had managed to peek in on Shelly was the other night. I stared at the floor, concentrating, trying to will my cock to remain soft. It wasn't listening and slowly it began stretching the fabric of my shorts.
"And you thought I knew? You thought that my knowing you were there turned me on. You thought that I was giving you some sort of perverted peep show?"
"It never, I mean I never saw you..." I said, looking up at her face.
"I know you didn't, just like you never unhooked my bra. But you thought it, and you thought about unhooking my bra. You thought that the touch of your fingers would somehow overwhelm me, turn me to putty in your hands?"
She reached down and grabbed my hands, lifting them and placing them along the edge of her bra just above the swell of her breasts. I felt a tremble, but I wasn't sure if it was her or me.
"Go ahead, unhook it David. Let's see if I can resist your touch." She said, releasing my hands.
I looked up at her, as my hands shaking as they slowly moved down over the swell of her breast. I couldn't believe that this was happening, that I was actually touching my mom's tits. She was biting her lip as she watched me. My hands trembled as they brushed across the points of her nipples. She shuddered, as my fingers reached the clasp of her bra. This time I was certain it was her shuddering. I fumbled with it, trying to unhook it but my fingers didn't seem to want to do what I told them.
"Take your time." She whispered; her voice different, softer.
I took a deep breath, biting my lip as I tried to concentrate on the clasp. It was like a bad dream, as my fingers seemed to refuse to do what my mind told them. It took what seemed like forever before the clasp moved. I almost cried out in triumph as the clasp finally released. I was expecting the bra to fly open revealing her glorious breasts but, it merely parted slightly, the fabric still clinging to her skin. Somehow it was far more erotic, her breasts free yet still protected.
My hands trembled as I slowly pushed the fabric back, smiling awkwardly as I looked up at her. It was like being in a dream, the most erotic, wonderful dream imaginable. Inch by inch I pushed back the fabric, my hands shaking as more of her flesh came in to view. I could see goosebumps appearing on her skin as the bra finally fell away.
"Well?" she said, all the sternness that had been in her voice was gone.
"I, uhm, well..." I whispered, my fingers trembling as I touched her soft skin.
"Am I yours now, David? To do with as you wish?" she said, her voice now barely more than a whisper.
"It's not, I mean, that isn't what I wanted. I wanted you to want this too."
"And if I did, if I told you that I've been dreaming of this, that I can't think of anything else. If I told you that just your touch makes me tremble with desire?"
Her hands came up, grasping the back of my head, pulling me to her chest. I resisted the urge to attack her breasts hungrily. Instead, I kissed gently, softly brushing my tongue across her flesh, as she trembled. I could hear her breathing, every breath seeming like a struggle.
My hands slid to her waist, resting gently on the edge of her panties. I wanted to pull them down, to unmask her womanhood. My own body was shaking as moment by moment she drove me mad.
I pressed against the fabric, nudging it down slightly, trying to gauge her reaction. She let out a little gasp and her hips thrust forward as her hands pulled me even tighter against her breasts. Encouraged, I slipped my fingers under the elastic and eased her panties lower. I could feel the muscles in her thighs tremble against my hands. She moaned softy and collapsed backwards, pulling me with her. Her hands released my head and moved to my shoulders, pushing me downward.
It was all the encouragement I needed, as I grasped her panties and shoved them down. I moved down her body, planting wet kisses as I went. I felt her feet shift as she kicked free of her panties and wrapped her legs around my back. I tried to move slowly, but she pushed hard against my shoulders, urging me to hurry.
Her pussy was completely shaven, and smelled of the body lotion she loved so much. The aroma was intoxicating, drawing me in. My tongue darted out, parting her pussy lips, making her jump. I wanted to take my time, to explore every inch of her, but she grasped the back of my head, pushing me tight against her as her hips began to gyrate, grinding her pussy against my mouth.
I could feel her legs tense every time I managed to brush my tongue across her clit. She was dripping wet, her juices coating my face as she humped my mouth. I reached under her, my hands holding her ass in the air as she ground desperately against me. She held my head so tight against her pussy that I was having trouble catching my breath, but I didn't care. All that mattered was her, her need, her pleasure. She cried out softly, her words encouragement to my ears, urging me on. Each stroke of my tongue gave me courage, and her hips thrusting against me, urged me to move faster.
She began bucking wildly, her hips rocking up, grinding her pussy against my mouth as I tried to explore ever crevice of her insides. She moaned incoherently, her sounds meaning nothing but boldly declaring the pleasure she was experiencing. Suddenly she stiffened, her legs squeezing me as her feet dug into my back. She writhed and bucked in irregular spasms, her whole body convulsing as she came. The sudden gush of fluids caught me by surprise, splashing against my chin and running down her thighs onto the bed.
I had heard about this, even saw it on the internet, but until that moment I had never really believed it. I pulled my head back in surprise as she shuddered, fluids spraying out in short bursts, further soaking me. Slowly she collapsed back onto the bed. I slid my hands from beneath her ass as I stared at her pussy, her fluids still dripping from the opening. I looked up at her, her fluids dripping from my face. She smiled at me and started to giggle.
"I guess I should have warned you." She said, holding out her arms to me.
I slid up her body, leaving a trail of her fluids across her stomach and chest. As our lips met, our tongues diving into each other's mouth, I reached down, frantically peeling my shorts down, allowing my cock to spring free. It immediately slid between her legs, lodging against her soaked pussy.
Mom reacted immediately, writhing and twisting as she pushed me to the side and rolled over facing me. Her fingers traced a path across my chest as I grasped at her, trying to pull her to me. She placed her hand against my chest and leaned in, kissing my cheek.
"Not yet, David." She whispered, her lips brushing against my ear. "I want this to last. I want to take our time."
I watched her as she slowly kissed her way down my body, every touch of her lips making me shudder. As her mouth crossed my stomach, her chin brushing against my rigid cock she grabbed my shorts, pulling them off and tossing them to the floor. Her face was directly in front of my cock, and she didn't hesitate, her lips parting as she slowly engulfed my member. I could feel it hit against the back of her mouth, and I nearly came as she forced her head forward, momentarily taking my cock into her throat before sliding back up to lick the head.
Her lips gripped at my cock as she slowly moved her head up and down, nearly my entire length sliding in and out of her mouth. She looked up at me, her eyes sparkling as she realized what I already knew. My cock was pulsing, ready to explode at any moment. She increased her pace, occasionally allowing the head of my cock to slip into her throat. I was trembling, my toes curling as I struggled to hold out, wanting this to last.
I tried staring at the ceiling, counting backwards, anything to distract me, but it was no help. My muscles tightened, and it was too late. The first blast of my cum shot straight into her mouth and she swallowed it without hesitation.
Mom released my cock from her mouth just as the second blast exploded, letting it spray across her face. The third blast landed on her tits before she wrapped her lips back around it, draining the last of my cum. My whole body was tingling as I stared at her, watching my cum drip off her cheeks and tits.
"Now we're even." She said, her fingers rubbing the cum off her cheeks and sliding into her mouth.
She slid up slowly, her body rubbing against mine, smearing my cum across my stomach and chest. Slipping her hands around my neck, she pulled my mouth to hers, her tongue parting my lips. I could taste myself on her tongue. To my surprise, it didn't disgust me, in fact, it excited me. Her tits slid across my chest, the skin slippery with my cum as she explored my mouth with her tongue. I could already feel my cock beginning to harden as she slid over it, the touch of her skin offering a long awaited for promise.
She broke off the kiss as her fingers encircled my cock, guiding it to her dripping opening. She looked up at me, smiling as she brushed the head of my cock across her pussy several times before finally allowing it to slip inside. I wanted to take it slow, to watch her expression as I gave her inch after inch, but my hips rammed upward as soon as she released me, driving my cock fully into her in one quick thrust.
