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I sat in the darkness, the comfortable leather recliner laid back, and closed my eyes. The light of the muted television flickered around the room, bathing me in a bluish glow. The ice in my drink clinked as I drained the glass of it's last drops of whiskey & coke.
They were all sleeping, my wife and those energetic kids. Instead of going to bed I had decided to watch the game, which went into overtime, and have a few drinks to unwind. After it ended, I was not quite ready for sleep. I didn't feel like reading, so I had decided to just relax and let my mind wander. Eventually that memory appeared.
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It was early spring of my senior year, a few days after my birthday, and the doctor had said to keep doing the exersizes and therapy. My knees were slowly improving, the swelling going down. The pain and ache, especially at night, was at times almost unbearable. My parents took turns massaging them on those nights, rubbing both knees to help relieve the ache. It always helped.
Mom was almost 45 then. She stood at just above 5' 2" and was a curvy 120 lbs, with large breasts, wide hips, and slightly thick at the waist. Her wavy brown hair, with a few wisps of grey, was below her shoulders when not in a pony-tail. She was a very pretty woman, with dark eyes and full lips.
Being a somewhat conservative woman, she always wore "appropriate" outfits, even at home. Her evening wear consisted of long night shirts, usually a fuzzy cloth or flannel, that covered her from shoulders to below the knee. A few of them had low-cut necklines, which would show ample cleavage if she leaned forward or bent over, and those were my favourites. These pajamas, while modest, did little to hide her full figure. They actually accentuated her breasts, outlining the fullness and size of them whenever she moved. They would sway and jiggle slightly, and at times her large nipples would be visible in the cloth. The night shirts would drape over and hug her hips, so when she bent over the material would snugly cling to her ample, but firm, ass.
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As I pictured her in my mind I felt a stirring in my groin. My cock was slowly beginning to harden. I ran my fingers along it's length, going over the material of my boxers, feeling it grow. Slowly I traced my fingers along the shaft and over the swelling head, enjoying the feeling of the light pressure. Soon it was pressing tight against the leg of my shorts, straining to break free from it's restraint. I pulled down the waistband and it sprung free, as if gasping for air, twitching in the glow of the television screen.
I placed a hand on my stiffening cock, feeling it pulse, and started to slowly stroke it. It's taut skin strained under the contact as my hand slid from the base of my shaft to just under the head and back again. I ran my hand over and around the swollen head, then back down the shaft. I continued to repeat this, feeling my cock tingle and throb.
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That night, my Dad wanted to watch the hockey game, so he asked my Mom to massage my legs. She came to my room, which was in the basement, and asked if I was ready for my leg rubs. I was wearing a pair of grey boxer shorts and a white t-shirt as I laid down on my bed, trapping the covers below me. I placed a pillow under each leg, just under the knee, and one under my head.
As usual Mom was wearing one her favorite night shirts. It was a red and black checkered pattern of light flannel, with a low cut neckline that would always balloon open when she leaned over. She sat on the edge of the bed and began to massage my legs, doing one and then the other, from my calves to just above the knee.
"Let me get more comfortable," she said as she stood up and pushed my legs apart. She climbed onto the bed between my feet and kneeled, sitting back on her legs. She resumed her massage with steady, gentle pressure along both legs. As she did this the front of her gown ballooned open, giving me a full view of her large breasts as they swayed with her movements. Her massive cleavage was an eye magnet to me, drawing my focus away from everything else. After catching a glimpse of her noticing my gaze I lay my head back on the pillow and closed my eyes.
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My cock had responded to the memory of her and her swaying busom, growing even harder in my hand. I continued to stroke it slowly, enjoying the steady build of pressure within me as my fingers slipped over the pulsing, swollen head. Even in the dim glow of light it was becoming purplish in colour, and I could feel the slippery wetness of pre-cum on my fingers.
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The steady motion of her massage slowed, stopped for a moment, and then started again. The pressure on my legs was greater as she moved her hands along, one on each leg. She began rubbing harder, going higher above my knees and up my thighs, and I detected a change in her breathing. It sounded deeper, faster. I lifted my head slightly and opened my eyes to see her eyes focused directly at my crotch.
My cock had become hard from both her touch and the thought of her swaying breasts, and had snaked out from the leg of my shorts. It was fully erect and twitching as she stared at it, and the realization that she was looking at my hard cock made it even harder.
Just as glistening pre-cum started seeping from my swollen tip she looked up and locked her eyes on mine. As I opened my mouth to speak she put a finger to her lips, indicating to stay quiet. Then she leaned over me and put her finger on my lips in the same manner.
”Shhhh. Don’t talk, just be quiet,” she gently whispered.
With that she lifted herself up and straddled me, lifting her nightgown to expose her pussy, and with one hand grabbed my cock. She held me in place as she lined herself up with my throbbing member and slowly lowered herself down over the swollen head. She slowly rocked her hips as she worked my shaft into her wetness. Sliding herself up until the tip was just inside of her opening she suddenly dropped herself down and enveloped the entire length of my thick cock.
She sat there for a moment, not moving, her eyes closed. With a slight smile on her face, she opened her eyes and started moving up and down on my cock, rocking her hips. As I began bucking my hips into her she leaned forward and put her hand on my chest.
”Slown down, be patient,” she whispered.
Leaning back she grabbed my hands and placed them on her heaving breasts. I was amazed at how big they were, how heavy, as I kneaded and massaged them. They filled my hands, her nipples poking into my palms. She picked up her pace, sliding herself up and down the full length of my thick cock faster and faster, and began to tremble. Suddenly she sat down hard, taking me deep into her, and climaxed.
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In the glowing light of the television I wrapped the fore-finger and thumb of my left hand around the base of my pulsing shaft. The pressure of climax was building as I squeezed tightly to slow it, my right hand pumping my cock faster as the memory continued.
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Her orgasm was huge. She trembled and moaned as her pussy grabbed my cock tight, her juices flowing down my shaft and onto my heavy balls. It felt so fucking good as my cock felt like it was cooking inside of her. She looked at me with a heavenly smile on her face and lifted herself up slightly. Raising her gown she gave me full view of her beautiful, wet pussy wrapped around my glistening shaft.
”Go ahead, as fast and hard as you want,” she quietly urged.
I bucked my hips and pumped my aching cock into her as fast as I could. I grabbed her by the waist and fucked her furiously with my eyes focused on her beautiful pussy. My orgasm was sudden and mind-blowing as I thrust myself into her as far as I could. The cum burst from my cock into her waiting pussy, spurt, after spurt, after spurt. It poured out downTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
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