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END OF PART 1
... When the daze lifted from my head, I opened my eyes. Because I thought she was asleep, I hoped I could get out of the room with having to face her. I slowly pulled my softening cock out of her pussy and gently lifted myself up. Once I was up and steady, I leaned down and pulled her bra up as much as I could without jarring her. I grabbed my shorts and tiptoed out of the living room, past her bedroom, through the doorway into my room.
I got in bed and pulled the covers over my body, still naked from the waste down. I fell asleep.
PART 2
I woke up before mom. Dad wasn't home yet. I got a cup of tea from the kitchen and tried to hide in my room as much as I could, since mom would have to go through my room to get to the kitchen and start her Sunday routine. I sipped the tea and started watching the small TV in my room when I a sound came from the room next to mine, my parents' room.
She was awake. Mom must have awakened on the sofa, found her way to finish changing and get into her bed. I was glad she woke up in her own bed this morning instead of waking up on the sofa in her under garments. I heard her quietly getting dressed in her "home clothes" and start on her way through my room. I was a wreck that she would bring up our drunken encounter the night before. My heart pounded as I saw her pass through the doorway into my room and begin her walk to the kitchen.
"Good morning," she said quietly and pleasantly, smiling nicely, her behavior as normal and regular as always.
"Good morning," I responded in an up tone with a smile, thrilled at not having to face any talk of last night.
She continued walking through my room toward the kitchen and bathroom. I didn't see her or speak to her until we were at dinner, my father, my mother and me. We all had pleasant, nondescript talk through dinner. I was up and in front of the TV soon after dinner, and dad rested a little until he got ready and went off to work. Dad worked nights. I was off to my room by the time my mother wandered into the living room. Once I knew that I would have my privacy, I pulled out my cock and relived our hot scene. I couldn't believe that not twenty-four hours ago, I was fucking my mother two rooms from where I was. It didn't take long to shoot a huge load as I remembered shooting in her pussy. That was Sunday, and then we were off in our every-day life for several weeks.
I managed to jerk my way through those weeks. Of course, I could not help thinking about it almost constantly. I jerked off while remembering slowly removing her bra, teasing her breasts, licking her nipples. I dreamed about it. I dreamed about playing with her clit and fingering her tight pussy. I hoped it would happen again. I needed to feel my hardon slip slowly into her pussy again.
The Saturday night for which I was hoping arrived. My dad would be out with his card-playing buddies all night, and my mother would go out with the girls for cocktails. While mom was gone, I got myself and the apartment ready for my my mother's arrival. I prayed that she enjoyed her cocktails like she did last time. One too many would be great. My only plan was to keep her drunk with a strong cocktail waiting for her and luck. I showered thoroughly and put on shorts and a tee shirt. I got things together to have that drink ready for mom when she got home. And I had a new addition. I was able to get a joint from a friend.
I waited until after 12:30 to smoke the joint. I climbed on to the fire escape in the back of the apartment and smoked it in the dark. I couldn't have mom smell the smell. I came back in and headed to the living room to make my mother's drink and one for me. It wasn't long after that I heard her coming up the steps and putting her key in the door lock.
I was stoned and horny. I had only fucked once before in my life, and that was with my drunk mother a month ago. I was a mess of teenage raging hormones, driven by my loins. I was nervous and excited. My heart pounded as I tried my best to appear relaxed and normal.
She entered our apartment, hung up her coat and followed her routine. Mom headed to the bathroom to undress and do whatever else she did in there. It seemed like she was in there forever, but when I looked at the clock, I discovered that she was in there barely ten minutes. It must have been the pot slowing time. Mom left the bathroom and walked into her bedroom.
I looked up. She didn't say anything. Mom sat on her bed facing away from me and toward her dresser with tall mirror. She had placed her dress and shoes on the bed next to her. She was wearing only her long line bra, girdle and stockings. I noticed that she wasn't wearing a garter belt. Instead, her stockings were attached to her girdle with similar clasps to the ones that were on the garter belt. She would get her bed clothes from her closet off the living room when she was done in the bedroom.
Mom went about her business as though I wasn't there. She pulled up one leg, undid the girdle from the stocking and slowly pulled the stocking over her thigh down her shapely white smooth leg. I watched her wide breasts move so slightly as she bent to remove her stocking. When she reached toward her foot, her breasts pushed up against her white lacy bra. Her cleavage got bigger and her breasts swelled. Then she sat up, and her tits were back in place in her bra.
My mouth salivated at the thought of removing that bra and getting my second chance at naked tit play. Up went the other leg, and I was rewarded with another tit show. I loved watching her plentiful breasts strain against her bra and against each other when she reached toward her other foot. Her cleavage swelled and her nipples pushed at the fabric of her bra. I couldn't stop staring. My mouth was watering. Then, she sat back up, folded the stockings and put them away.
Still wearing her long line bra and girdle, she slipped on her heeled slippers, and up she got with her shoes and dress d****d over her arm. She walked toward the arch to the living room.
"Hi mom. I made you a drink if you'd like it. I had some too. Sit for a minute." I mustered up, nervous as hell.
I couldn't believe my nerve at hoping to have sex with my mom, even though it had already happened. Since the night of our drunken encounter, there was no inkling or action at all to make anyone think that mom and I had carried on. It was like she denied it had happened in her mind. On the surface, it appeared like it never happened. At that point, it almost felt to me as though it hadn't happened. So, I was afraid she'd get upset if I made any overt moves, and I'd be fucked instead of her.
"Okay," I heard her answer. My heart beat increased. Mom put her shoes and dress on a chair and sat down on the sofa to my right. She leaned over, took hold of her drink, which was sitting on the cocktail table, and brought it to her lips.
"Thank you," she said, as I grabbed my drink and sipped.
"You're welcome," I responded.
When she got comfortable on the sofa, I asked how her girlfriends were and did they have a good time. She responded with pleasantries. Her one friend, Deedee, sent a special hug. (I had a special fondness for Deedee. She was a fun and had been widowed for a while. I also wanted to get at great her tits.) Mom and I had some small talk for a bit. I was happy she was sipping as we spoke. When she got in, she looked to be a little tipsy, and she had almost finished the strong drink I had made for her. So, I was figuring that she had to be drunk at that point. I was stoned and a little tipsy from my drink.
During our short chat, she commented that her shoulder was feeling a bit tight. Was she giving me a way to start touching her? My mind raced. I had no control over my actions. I was driven. My cock dictated every word and act. I could only think of her bra-less breasts and tight panty-less pussy. I decided it was time to go for it, as subtly as I could.
We chatted for a second more. Most of her drink was gone and my pot had definitely kicked in, making every nerve in my cock on fire. I offered a shoulder rub. My heart pounded as I finished my drink and waited for her to answer. Mom didn't respond. Instead, she moved herself around so that her back faced me. Her right shoulder now faced the back of the sofa.
"Would you undo the top few clasps on my bra for me? It'll make it easier for me later and easier for you now." is what finally did come out of her mouth.
Unbelievable! I happily undid the top 3 clasps on her bra and began a light rub on her shoulders and upper back. My hands slid up and along her shoulders toward her arms and then back. Each time I rubbed along her shoulders, I eased her bra straps over a little. With each pass up, I slowly approached my goal. Finally, the straps reached the tops of her arms. Without any hesitation, i moved my hands down, pushing the bra straps at the same time. I then massaged her arms.
Mom didn't move or speak as I lightly rubbed her arms, shoulders, then back, that is, as far down as i could get. It was frustrating. I wanted her tits much more available as I widened my massage. Without asking, I carefully undid two more clasps down her bra. I was probably only halfway down her longline bra, but I was down far enough for her breasts to be free, however, still covered. The only part of the bra remaining together covered her stomach.
My cock was hard. It was a good thing that she was facing away from me so she couldn't see it. I rubbed lower now on her back and off to her sides. Her hands were on her thighs and since the bra was half open, I could rub the sides of her wide breasts. My hands lightly caressed her breasts and back to her shoulders. I continued my rubbing. Each time I moved to her breasts, I moved closer to her aureolas. She didn't move. I mustered up my nerve, and in a slow and deliberate way, I separated the bra from her breasts. It was easier than I thought it would be. The upper part of the bra was so loose at that point she hardly noticed that her breasts were now free. They were pretty much out in the open, hanging free in the air. Only the bottom portion of her long line bra remained intact.
The rock hard cock in my shorts ached for release. My mind raced with the image of the large pink aureolas with perfect pink nipples at their center. My hands crept over her aureolas, teasing them with the tips of my fingers. Back to her wide white tit and forward to her pink aureola, I teased. I gently caressed her full breasts over and over. Finally I reached my target. My fingertips were circling the tips of her hard nipples. A light moan came from her lips. My hardon's precum made a ring in my shorts. Round and round her very full tits, my hands roamed, squeezed and tickled. Her moans became a little more frequent as I toyed with her nipples.
I needed to lick mom's big tits. Touching and playing was not nearly enough. Gently, I pushed her back into a seated position on the sofa. She rested gently in. Her full wide breasts hung freely in front of her. Her head rested back into the sofa. The top of her bra had fallen and the entirety of her tits were exposed. My cock was tingling in anticipation. My tongue found its way to her breast. I licked from the side of her wide soft white breast forward toward her nipple. My tongue found it way all around her wide pink aureola. She moaned in a more audible volume. Finally to her hard nipple, the tip of my tongue teased and licked, while her other nipple was being tickled with my fingers. I loved licking around the circumference of her hard nipple. She sounded like she loved it. My eyes were rolling back in my head.
The worship of my mother's tits went on for quite a while, but now it was time to move on to my goal. Like I did last month, I moved my hand down toward her thigh with no garter belt in the way. She slid down a bit and her girdle rode up. My fingers moved up and I felt the little bit of red hair next to her pussy. I let my fingers move along the top of her thigh tickling the sensitive skin. My boldness grew, and I moved my finger tips over to her pussy lips. I teased up and down the beckoning entrance of her pussy. My fingers stopped at her clit and I began to lightly masturbate her. Her moaning was almost constant. I teased and rubbed her now hard clit. I knew I wouldn't stop until I felt her climax. With my other hand I toyed with her lips, just entering her pussy with the tip of a finger. She began to writhe, not that noticeably at first. Her writhing, as well as her moans, got stronger. She was cumming. I kept up my motions on her clit and pussy, just slowing a little. It was a long climax. She shuddered for quite a while, then relaxed back into the sofa.
I was still manipulating her clit when I slipped a full finger in her pussy. She responded by spreading her legs a little more. I could wait no longer. Her pussy was begging to be fucked and my cock was begging to fuck it. I stood up. Down came my shorts. I knelt down and lifted her legs. The head of my cock touched her lips and pushed in. Ever so slowly, I slid my teenage cock into my mother's pussy. I felt ever inch of my cock sliding along inside her accepting pussy. My eighteen year old low hangers touched her ass. I could feel our pubic hairs intermingling. My head spun. Fuck! I was all the way in my mother's tight soft pussy. I love the feeling of that first entering. Slowly my cock eased its way out. Again, I aimed my cockhead and slid in a little faster, fast enough to cause my balls to gently smack her ass. With her legs up high, my hips began their motion. In and out, each time my balls smacked a little harder on her round white ass. The base of my cock banged her pussy lips and my thrusts became more determined. Bang. Bang. I could hear my pubes smashing her pussy and my balls flying as they whacked her ass with each thrust.
Moans turned into loud sighs. My hips gyrated toward my mom's pussy, banging faster and faster. Her body stiffened then shook. A loud sigh came out of her mouth as her pussy tightened around my pumping cock. Her orgasm was intense. My cock swelled. I felt my cum rushing toward its goal. Shot after shot filled my mom's sweet pussy. Stars filled my head as my body shook with an ejaculation that was almost hallucinogenic. Spasm after spasm, her pussy and my hardon came in unison, both of us breathing hard.
We didn't move for a long time. My cock stayed semi-hard. She kept her eyes closed and didn't move. I was hoping she was asleep, or at least feigning sleep. Repeating what I did last month, I gently eased my cock out of her pussy, stood up and leaned over to adjust mom's under garments as well as I could. After tiptoeing to my bedroom with my shorts in hand, I slipped under the covers and went right out, very much sated, dreaming all night of the great fuck I had.
more to come...
... When the daze lifted from my head, I opened my eyes. Because I thought she was asleep, I hoped I could get out of the room with having to face her. I slowly pulled my softening cock out of her pussy and gently lifted myself up. Once I was up and steady, I leaned down and pulled her bra up as much as I could without jarring her. I grabbed my shorts and tiptoed out of the living room, past her bedroom, through the doorway into my room.
I got in bed and pulled the covers over my body, still naked from the waste down. I fell asleep.
PART 2
I woke up before mom. Dad wasn't home yet. I got a cup of tea from the kitchen and tried to hide in my room as much as I could, since mom would have to go through my room to get to the kitchen and start her Sunday routine. I sipped the tea and started watching the small TV in my room when I a sound came from the room next to mine, my parents' room.
She was awake. Mom must have awakened on the sofa, found her way to finish changing and get into her bed. I was glad she woke up in her own bed this morning instead of waking up on the sofa in her under garments. I heard her quietly getting dressed in her "home clothes" and start on her way through my room. I was a wreck that she would bring up our drunken encounter the night before. My heart pounded as I saw her pass through the doorway into my room and begin her walk to the kitchen.
"Good morning," she said quietly and pleasantly, smiling nicely, her behavior as normal and regular as always.
"Good morning," I responded in an up tone with a smile, thrilled at not having to face any talk of last night.
She continued walking through my room toward the kitchen and bathroom. I didn't see her or speak to her until we were at dinner, my father, my mother and me. We all had pleasant, nondescript talk through dinner. I was up and in front of the TV soon after dinner, and dad rested a little until he got ready and went off to work. Dad worked nights. I was off to my room by the time my mother wandered into the living room. Once I knew that I would have my privacy, I pulled out my cock and relived our hot scene. I couldn't believe that not twenty-four hours ago, I was fucking my mother two rooms from where I was. It didn't take long to shoot a huge load as I remembered shooting in her pussy. That was Sunday, and then we were off in our every-day life for several weeks.
I managed to jerk my way through those weeks. Of course, I could not help thinking about it almost constantly. I jerked off while remembering slowly removing her bra, teasing her breasts, licking her nipples. I dreamed about it. I dreamed about playing with her clit and fingering her tight pussy. I hoped it would happen again. I needed to feel my hardon slip slowly into her pussy again.
The Saturday night for which I was hoping arrived. My dad would be out with his card-playing buddies all night, and my mother would go out with the girls for cocktails. While mom was gone, I got myself and the apartment ready for my my mother's arrival. I prayed that she enjoyed her cocktails like she did last time. One too many would be great. My only plan was to keep her drunk with a strong cocktail waiting for her and luck. I showered thoroughly and put on shorts and a tee shirt. I got things together to have that drink ready for mom when she got home. And I had a new addition. I was able to get a joint from a friend.
I waited until after 12:30 to smoke the joint. I climbed on to the fire escape in the back of the apartment and smoked it in the dark. I couldn't have mom smell the smell. I came back in and headed to the living room to make my mother's drink and one for me. It wasn't long after that I heard her coming up the steps and putting her key in the door lock.
I was stoned and horny. I had only fucked once before in my life, and that was with my drunk mother a month ago. I was a mess of teenage raging hormones, driven by my loins. I was nervous and excited. My heart pounded as I tried my best to appear relaxed and normal.
She entered our apartment, hung up her coat and followed her routine. Mom headed to the bathroom to undress and do whatever else she did in there. It seemed like she was in there forever, but when I looked at the clock, I discovered that she was in there barely ten minutes. It must have been the pot slowing time. Mom left the bathroom and walked into her bedroom.
I looked up. She didn't say anything. Mom sat on her bed facing away from me and toward her dresser with tall mirror. She had placed her dress and shoes on the bed next to her. She was wearing only her long line bra, girdle and stockings. I noticed that she wasn't wearing a garter belt. Instead, her stockings were attached to her girdle with similar clasps to the ones that were on the garter belt. She would get her bed clothes from her closet off the living room when she was done in the bedroom.
Mom went about her business as though I wasn't there. She pulled up one leg, undid the girdle from the stocking and slowly pulled the stocking over her thigh down her shapely white smooth leg. I watched her wide breasts move so slightly as she bent to remove her stocking. When she reached toward her foot, her breasts pushed up against her white lacy bra. Her cleavage got bigger and her breasts swelled. Then she sat up, and her tits were back in place in her bra.
My mouth salivated at the thought of removing that bra and getting my second chance at naked tit play. Up went the other leg, and I was rewarded with another tit show. I loved watching her plentiful breasts strain against her bra and against each other when she reached toward her other foot. Her cleavage swelled and her nipples pushed at the fabric of her bra. I couldn't stop staring. My mouth was watering. Then, she sat back up, folded the stockings and put them away.
Still wearing her long line bra and girdle, she slipped on her heeled slippers, and up she got with her shoes and dress d****d over her arm. She walked toward the arch to the living room.
"Hi mom. I made you a drink if you'd like it. I had some too. Sit for a minute." I mustered up, nervous as hell.
I couldn't believe my nerve at hoping to have sex with my mom, even though it had already happened. Since the night of our drunken encounter, there was no inkling or action at all to make anyone think that mom and I had carried on. It was like she denied it had happened in her mind. On the surface, it appeared like it never happened. At that point, it almost felt to me as though it hadn't happened. So, I was afraid she'd get upset if I made any overt moves, and I'd be fucked instead of her.
"Okay," I heard her answer. My heart beat increased. Mom put her shoes and dress on a chair and sat down on the sofa to my right. She leaned over, took hold of her drink, which was sitting on the cocktail table, and brought it to her lips.
"Thank you," she said, as I grabbed my drink and sipped.
"You're welcome," I responded.
When she got comfortable on the sofa, I asked how her girlfriends were and did they have a good time. She responded with pleasantries. Her one friend, Deedee, sent a special hug. (I had a special fondness for Deedee. She was a fun and had been widowed for a while. I also wanted to get at great her tits.) Mom and I had some small talk for a bit. I was happy she was sipping as we spoke. When she got in, she looked to be a little tipsy, and she had almost finished the strong drink I had made for her. So, I was figuring that she had to be drunk at that point. I was stoned and a little tipsy from my drink.
During our short chat, she commented that her shoulder was feeling a bit tight. Was she giving me a way to start touching her? My mind raced. I had no control over my actions. I was driven. My cock dictated every word and act. I could only think of her bra-less breasts and tight panty-less pussy. I decided it was time to go for it, as subtly as I could.
We chatted for a second more. Most of her drink was gone and my pot had definitely kicked in, making every nerve in my cock on fire. I offered a shoulder rub. My heart pounded as I finished my drink and waited for her to answer. Mom didn't respond. Instead, she moved herself around so that her back faced me. Her right shoulder now faced the back of the sofa.
"Would you undo the top few clasps on my bra for me? It'll make it easier for me later and easier for you now." is what finally did come out of her mouth.
Unbelievable! I happily undid the top 3 clasps on her bra and began a light rub on her shoulders and upper back. My hands slid up and along her shoulders toward her arms and then back. Each time I rubbed along her shoulders, I eased her bra straps over a little. With each pass up, I slowly approached my goal. Finally, the straps reached the tops of her arms. Without any hesitation, i moved my hands down, pushing the bra straps at the same time. I then massaged her arms.
Mom didn't move or speak as I lightly rubbed her arms, shoulders, then back, that is, as far down as i could get. It was frustrating. I wanted her tits much more available as I widened my massage. Without asking, I carefully undid two more clasps down her bra. I was probably only halfway down her longline bra, but I was down far enough for her breasts to be free, however, still covered. The only part of the bra remaining together covered her stomach.
My cock was hard. It was a good thing that she was facing away from me so she couldn't see it. I rubbed lower now on her back and off to her sides. Her hands were on her thighs and since the bra was half open, I could rub the sides of her wide breasts. My hands lightly caressed her breasts and back to her shoulders. I continued my rubbing. Each time I moved to her breasts, I moved closer to her aureolas. She didn't move. I mustered up my nerve, and in a slow and deliberate way, I separated the bra from her breasts. It was easier than I thought it would be. The upper part of the bra was so loose at that point she hardly noticed that her breasts were now free. They were pretty much out in the open, hanging free in the air. Only the bottom portion of her long line bra remained intact.
The rock hard cock in my shorts ached for release. My mind raced with the image of the large pink aureolas with perfect pink nipples at their center. My hands crept over her aureolas, teasing them with the tips of my fingers. Back to her wide white tit and forward to her pink aureola, I teased. I gently caressed her full breasts over and over. Finally I reached my target. My fingertips were circling the tips of her hard nipples. A light moan came from her lips. My hardon's precum made a ring in my shorts. Round and round her very full tits, my hands roamed, squeezed and tickled. Her moans became a little more frequent as I toyed with her nipples.
I needed to lick mom's big tits. Touching and playing was not nearly enough. Gently, I pushed her back into a seated position on the sofa. She rested gently in. Her full wide breasts hung freely in front of her. Her head rested back into the sofa. The top of her bra had fallen and the entirety of her tits were exposed. My cock was tingling in anticipation. My tongue found its way to her breast. I licked from the side of her wide soft white breast forward toward her nipple. My tongue found it way all around her wide pink aureola. She moaned in a more audible volume. Finally to her hard nipple, the tip of my tongue teased and licked, while her other nipple was being tickled with my fingers. I loved licking around the circumference of her hard nipple. She sounded like she loved it. My eyes were rolling back in my head.
The worship of my mother's tits went on for quite a while, but now it was time to move on to my goal. Like I did last month, I moved my hand down toward her thigh with no garter belt in the way. She slid down a bit and her girdle rode up. My fingers moved up and I felt the little bit of red hair next to her pussy. I let my fingers move along the top of her thigh tickling the sensitive skin. My boldness grew, and I moved my finger tips over to her pussy lips. I teased up and down the beckoning entrance of her pussy. My fingers stopped at her clit and I began to lightly masturbate her. Her moaning was almost constant. I teased and rubbed her now hard clit. I knew I wouldn't stop until I felt her climax. With my other hand I toyed with her lips, just entering her pussy with the tip of a finger. She began to writhe, not that noticeably at first. Her writhing, as well as her moans, got stronger. She was cumming. I kept up my motions on her clit and pussy, just slowing a little. It was a long climax. She shuddered for quite a while, then relaxed back into the sofa.
I was still manipulating her clit when I slipped a full finger in her pussy. She responded by spreading her legs a little more. I could wait no longer. Her pussy was begging to be fucked and my cock was begging to fuck it. I stood up. Down came my shorts. I knelt down and lifted her legs. The head of my cock touched her lips and pushed in. Ever so slowly, I slid my teenage cock into my mother's pussy. I felt ever inch of my cock sliding along inside her accepting pussy. My eighteen year old low hangers touched her ass. I could feel our pubic hairs intermingling. My head spun. Fuck! I was all the way in my mother's tight soft pussy. I love the feeling of that first entering. Slowly my cock eased its way out. Again, I aimed my cockhead and slid in a little faster, fast enough to cause my balls to gently smack her ass. With her legs up high, my hips began their motion. In and out, each time my balls smacked a little harder on her round white ass. The base of my cock banged her pussy lips and my thrusts became more determined. Bang. Bang. I could hear my pubes smashing her pussy and my balls flying as they whacked her ass with each thrust.
Moans turned into loud sighs. My hips gyrated toward my mom's pussy, banging faster and faster. Her body stiffened then shook. A loud sigh came out of her mouth as her pussy tightened around my pumping cock. Her orgasm was intense. My cock swelled. I felt my cum rushing toward its goal. Shot after shot filled my mom's sweet pussy. Stars filled my head as my body shook with an ejaculation that was almost hallucinogenic. Spasm after spasm, her pussy and my hardon came in unison, both of us breathing hard.
We didn't move for a long time. My cock stayed semi-hard. She kept her eyes closed and didn't move. I was hoping she was asleep, or at least feigning sleep. Repeating what I did last month, I gently eased my cock out of her pussy, stood up and leaned over to adjust mom's under garments as well as I could. After tiptoeing to my bedroom with my shorts in hand, I slipped under the covers and went right out, very much sated, dreaming all night of the great fuck I had.
more to come...
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