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Our head moved simultaneously, closing the gap between our lips. We melted into each other.
I had waited for this moment, wanted this for a long time and it was finally happening.
And it was so perfect.
I grabbed her sides and held her tighter.
I felt her lips part and soon her tongue was softly pressing against my lips.
I opened my mouth without hesitation and could immediately feel her tongue sliding between
my lips, searching for mine.
I had imagined this moment so many times.
I had thought about it, wondered what it would be like to kiss her, to make love to her.
But I never expected it to be this wonderful. Her lips were so incredibly soft.
Her tongue entwined with mine so deliciously.
And her hands gliding up my arms and touching my cheeks sent shivers down my spine.
Blood pumped down my body and my cock was swelling.
But this cleared my mind and it made me realize what was happening.
I made a muffled sound and broke the kiss.
"I'm sorry," I mumbled while gently pushing her off of me,
"I can't do this. I love my mom too much."
She had a sad look on her face but quickly apologized.
"No, you're right. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have kissed you. It was wrong. Please don't be mad at me."
I laughed. "Oh Janet, I'm not mad at you. I kissed you back. I wanted this just as much as you did.
But I can't. I just can't. My mom is my world. She means everything to me and I don't want to hurt her."
"I understand," she smiled, now looking a bit embarrassed after what happened.
I gave a smile back, but there was this uncomfortable silence afterwards.
So I turned on the TV and asked if she wanted something to drink in an attempt to put it behind us.
And just as I came back from the kitchen with our drinks, my mother arrived.
I realized immediately how lucky I was. If she would have come home a little earlier or Liz
and I were still fooling around, she would have seen us.
"Hey, sweetie," she said smiling her always beautiful smile and kissed me.
Her kiss made me think about what just happened and now that she was here I felt terrible.
I felt like I betrayed her and when she pulled back she noticed.
"Is something wrong Stephanie?"
I glanced over at Janet for a split second and then mumbled,
"No, everything is fine. I'm just gonna take a shower," and quickly made my way upstairs.
I took a shower to try and clear my mind but it didn't work. I felt like the most horrible person in the world.
My mother and I had been through so much together, we had history and I cheated on her.
She trusted me and I threw her trust out the window in a matter of seconds.
I started arguing with myself about what consequences it could have and what I had to do,
and at the end there was only one option. I had to tell her.
She was going to find out one way or another, even if I didn't tell her, so the least thing I could
do was be honest. Maybe I was overreacting. Maybe she wouldn't be mad.
I had never seen her angry with me, but then again, I never did anything like this.
So maybe if she saw how sorry I was, she'd forgive me.
I told myself I'd tell her immediately to get it over with, but with every step I took, I felt my courage
dropping and by the time I arrived back downstairs, my confidence was completely gone.
When I finally found the will to open the door, the only person in the living room was Janet, who gave
me a small smile. I let out a sigh of relief. Janet being the only one there had two different effects on me.
On one hand it reminded me again what I had done, but on the other I was relieved
that my mother wasn't there. It gave me time to find new strength.
Strength I'd desperately need.
"Your mother is making dinner, it should be ready in a couple of minutes," Janet said, looking up from
her crossword puzzle. I gave her a small nod and sat down on the other couch minding my own business.
A few minutes later my mom came from the kitchen.
"Hey honey. Feeling a bit better?"
I guess Janet told her I wasn't feeling too good as an excuse for my shower. I silently nodded.
I would've told her there, but Liz was in the room and I didn't want my mom to get mad at her.
"Well, dinner is ready if you're hungry."
"Sounds good, mom."
I sat through dinner and pretty much the rest of the evening without talking much and went to bed early.
I had no intention of sleeping before I told her, but I figured our bedroom was the only place to tell it
without Janet being around. About an hour later I heard Janet going to her room and shortly after my mom
joined me in our bed. I had my back turned to her and I jumped a little when I felt her hand
on my stomach and her lips kissing the side of my head.
"Hey, you're still up?" she asked.
"Yeah, I couldn't sleep." She nestled against me, breathing warm air against my neck
and I knew I had to tell her.
"Mom," I began without turning to face her, "I have to tell you something."
"Sure honey, what is it?" I heard her voice in my ear.
Finally I turned to her and looked her in the eyes.
"You first have to promise me you won't be mad. Okay?"
"Why would I be mad at you?"
"Please just promise," I pleaded.
She took my hand in hers and gave me a warm smile.
"I promise, now what is it?"
"I..." I began and quickly looked down at our hands.
I mumbled a bit, playing with her hands as I did, before the words finally came out.
"Janet and I kissed," I blurted out, "I'm sorry, I didn't plan it, it just happened. Don't be mad, please."
I didn't look up to see her reaction and I was about to go on apologizing, but she hugged me tight.
"I know you did, honey. I know you did."
It took a second for the words to register and when they finally did, I looked up at her, puzzled.
"How?"
"Janet told me when you were in the shower. It's okay."
I was even more bewildered now, not because Janet told her, but because of her reaction.
"So you're not mad?"
She laughed. "No I'm not mad, Stephanie. She explained everything."
"I still don't understand mom."
"At first I was a little bit surprised, sure, but I was never mad. Look, I'm the only lover
you ever had, so it's normal for you to fantasize about other people and wonder what it would be like.
And from what I've heard, you two have been thinking about each other for a long time
so it was bound to happen. I just figured it would've happened sooner."
"Wait," I said, still puzzled, "you're really not mad?"
She kissed me.
"Of course not. It's normal for friends to think about each other like that. What?
You think your mother never experimented with her best friend?"
"No way, really?" I asked. The fear I had was now completely gone.
She nodded.
"The second best lover I ever had, after you of course.
I grinned, rolled on top of her and gave her a kiss.
"For what it's worth though. I'm sorry."
She shook her head.
"Don't be. You wanted to kiss her, don't you. And for it to go further."
I felt my face warming up and that was evidence enough for her.
She took hold of me and before I knew it, I was standing in front of her.
"Then go," she said and motioned to the door.
Again, I didn't understand what she meant.
"Go and make love to her. Do what you have wanted to do for years."
My eyes went wide with disbelief and a big grin formed on my face.
"Really? You're not k**ding."
"No I'm not," she said having to control her laughter from seeing my face.
"In fact, as your mother, I demand you to go have sex with her," she said and slapped me on
the butt, making me let out a little yelp.
I wrapped my arms around her in a big hug and kissed her.
"You're the best." I turned and took a few steps before realizing something
and turned back around.
"But what about you?"
She laughed again.
"You don't have to worry about me, honey. We have a closet full of sex toys and sexy clothes
and we don't have any more room under the bed because of all the other toys we have.
Plus, I get to think about two beautiful women making out in the room across mine. I'll manage."
I smiled but before I could move she asked one more thing.
"Although, would you mind handing me the special one from the closet?"
"Sure thing mom." I knew what she meant.
She wanted the first one she ever used on me. It was a pink/purple sort of strap-on slash dildo.
One end fit into her vagina while the other end was used to penetrate the partner.
It had a special meaning to both of us and to me it was still my favorite toy.
It may have been smaller than most of what we had, but nothing could beat it.
Maybe it was because of what it represented or maybe it was because of something else entirely.
All I knew was every time we used it, everything was like heaven.
I opened the closet, and just like she said, everything in it was meant for sex.
There hung at least two dozen sexy outfits in front of me
(not counting baby dolls. They had their own place since baby dolls were the only thing we slept in).
There were outfits for both me and her ranging from sexy nurse to bunny to cop to slutty schoolgirl,
which was the first one we bought and my personal favorite
(I still remember the first time I wore it in front of her, completely embarrassed but so turned on).
Those were the only times she would ever call me something like slut or slutty,
but I didn't mind then seeing as it was kind of the point when wearing some of those outfits.
On the planks above and below there were tons of different toys like vibrators,
dildos (both vibrating and regular), anal beads, cock rings, things to stimulate her clit and
even fake vaginas for me to use while she's filling me up. And this was only part of what we had.
We bought so much toys that we had to resort to storing it under our bed which was
filling up quite fast as well.
We had a little cabinet with hygienic stuff for both of us as well because sometimes little accidents did happen.
After a few times you kind of know when you could go all the way or not.
When we couldn't it was a bit of a disappointment, but we always had other ways to please each other.
But I always had something with me that made sure I was as clean as possible.
My mom really opened my world in sex. Growing up, I never was very sexually minded.
Other than masturbating to Janet sometimes I never really thought about sex all that much.
I always thought it was just normal vanilla sex. But I was so wrong.
Over the years we did a lot of things, even things that sounded a bit strange and dirty at first.
We role played a lot with our outfits, which I always loved to do.
We had outfits for both her and me and we'd immerse ourselves in our characters which was
something I didn't think was for me, being the shy person I was. Yet both of us loved it.
We did some things in public as well, without other people knowing of course. We would use food.
Our three favorite things to use were whipped cream, chocolate sauce and strawberries.
We even involved pee in our encounters, which sounded dirty at first but was strangely erotic
and we still did it from time to time. We did a lot more than that and we still tried new things every now
and then but peeing was probably the most extreme thing we did.
I immediately spotted the one she wanted and gave it to her.
"Are you sure," I asked one last time while handing her the dildo."
"Yes, now go, quickly, before I change my mind and make that cute little butt mine for the night."
She tried to slap my butt again but I managed to dodge it.
I decided to tease her a little before leaving. I showed her my butt and shook it a little.
"What? You mean this tight little thing. You want it?"
In a flash she was standing behind my, one hand on my butt and on hand grabbing my already growing cock.
"You know I do," she whispered.
I turned around with a sly grin on my face.
"Well, I guess we'll have to take a rain check on that." I kissed her passionately.
"You know what, mom," I said and took her hands and put them on my butt, "tomorrow, this is all yours
and you can do whatever you want to it. The harder, the better. Deal?"
She squeezed my ass and bit my lower lip gently. "You bet that's a deal."
A few seconds later I found myself standing before Janet's bedroom door, my hand raised, ready to knock.
I softly knocked and waited until I heard her say "yes" before opening the door.
I poked my head through the crack.
"I hope I didn't wake you."
"No you didn't. Come in," she said while turning on the light on her nightstand.
The light flickered in her green eyes which were fixed on me. "I like your pj's."
I looked down. I was wearing a black, silky baby doll, which was frilled at the bottom and a matching thong.
My mom loved seeing the little bulge in my panties and I loved the feeling of the soft fabric rubbing
against my penis. The baby doll itself wasn't too revealing, it was see through around my stomach
and covered my breasts, unlike some others I had.
"Thanks," I said while laughing.
She pulled the covers from her and sat up. I immediately noticed her shirt.
"You still wear that thing? I'm amazed it still fits." She was wearing a Muse shirt.
She was a big fan and she has had that shirt for as long as I could remember.
"It's a bit too short because of these things," she began and took her breasts in her hands and moved
them around a bit, "but yeah, it fits."
From what looked like it, she had about c-sized breasts, just like my mom and they hiked up her shirt
to the point where it ended just above her belly button. I couldn't help it but it was such an erotic sight.
For bottoms she wore a pair of white panties with flowers on the side.
"What's up?"
I sat down next to her, our bare legs touching.
"So, you told my mom we kissed?"
The expression on her face turned to guilt and she smiled nervously. She looked so cute.
"Yeah, sorry. I didn't really know if it was a good idea. I..."
I cut her off mid sentence by pressing my lips against hers. She was too surprised to kiss back at first.
It was only when I put one hand on her cheek that she kissed me back.
She placed one hand on my thigh before I pushed her gently on her back.
Our mouths opened simultaneously and our tongues found each other in the darkness.
Knowing now that I had my mother's blessing, that it would go further made the kiss that much better.
She moved her hands under my baby doll and grabbed my lower back, pulling me closer as I let out a little moan.
We stayed like that for a while. No one to interrupt us. No one to break us up.
We both wanted this for and we were going to enjoy every second of it.
Our saliva mixed, our tongues entwined tenderly.
Her hands sent shivers down my spine and I knew mine did the same to her.
I felt my cock grow against the fabric of my thong. After a few minutes, my hard member was
pressed between our bellies and only then I realized something. Reluctantly I broke the kiss.
"We don't have protection."
"Don't worry, I'm on the pill."
"You are?" I asked a bit taken away.
She shrugged. "Megan and I never liked condoms. And she came to visit sometimes after college."
That was fine for me. We engaged in a kiss again, but she didn't waste too much time.
She grabbed the bottom of my baby doll. Knowing what she wanted, I straightened and she pulled it off.
The cool air hardened my nipples. She let the piece of clothing fall to the floor and a
few seconds later, my thong followed. She straightened herself as well and our lips found each other again.
As we were kissing, she moved us and soon we were standing next to the bed.
I had no idea what she was doing until she broke the kiss and smiled at me.
"I've waited and wanted this for a long time, so I'm gonna take my time exploring you."
My face turned red. I felt like I was on display, but I was too aroused to care. I wanted her.
She kissed my neck and took my breasts in her hands.
"You have the softest breasts," she whispered in my ear as I felt her hands kneading them.
She was slow and gentle. Her fingers grazed my nipples and her mouth found its way back to mine.
I placed my hands on her sides, feeling her soft skin between her shirt and panties.
And for the next few minutes we just stood there, kissing while she played with my breasts.
I had no intention of stopping her, and even if I had, I couldn't. Right now, she had the power.
I was too mesmerized by her fingers. She massaged them, pushed them together and flicked my nipples.
Sadly, her hands suddenly let go and moved downwards.
They reached my tummy and soon they would reach my throbbing cock.
It was waiting, aching to be pleased. But I had to wait a little longer.
She took one of my hands and broke the kiss.
She raised my hand and then like we were dancing, turned me around.
She pressed herself against my back and I felt her hands on my butt. She squeezed and stretched it.
"I can see why your mother can't resist this," she said in a sultry way.
My face got even redder. It was the first time someone else mentioned the fact that
I had sex with my mother and it sounded so dirty.
"It's yours too if you want," I moaned.
One hand returned to my breasts while the other kept my butt busy.
"Maybe some other time," she said and kissed my neck.
I groaned at the thought of her fucking me, maybe with my mother watching and touching herself
like she was doing right now in the other room.
She let go of me and turned me back around and I saw her smile before she knelt down.
She reached out her hands and I almost passed out when her fingertips grazed my penis.
"God," I groaned.
She gently grasped my member in her hand and cupped my balls in the other.
I watched her and she looked so happy holding my cock. She inspected it, explored it, took her time looking at it.
"It's so girly," she suddenly said, "so perfect."
I never heard my penis being described as girly before, but it felt nice hearing it.
My girly cock was pulsing in her hand. She moved her head closer and I felt her hot breath on the tip of my dick.
A breath of air escaped my lungs. She looked up to me and gave me a sweet smile before
planting a kiss on the tip. I nearly lost the feeling in my legs.
Then I felt her lips closing around the head and sliding further.
She got about halfway before moving back to the tip. I
didn't know if she could take it all in like my mother could, but it didn't matter. It felt wonderful.
She slowly continued pleasing me. Her tongue slid around my head, precum oozing in her mouth.
I started rubbing my breasts to keep my hands busy. Suddenly I felt hers on my thighs, slowly sliding
up to my butt and rubbing it before sliding back down. I moaned at her touch.
My body was burning up. Her head bobbed up and down, sliding deliciously along my shaft.
After a few minutes, half of my cock was drenched in her saliva and she began stroking the other half.
I could already feel that familiar feeling. Her kiss had been going through my mind all day and it got
me excited and I knew I wasn't going to last that long.
She swirled her tongue around again and I fell forward, placing my hands on the only place I could, her head.
That warm feeling began boiling up and I was on the edge of climaxing.
"Janet, I'm close," I panted, but she never slowed down.
She kept up her pace. She smiled and looked up at me with glowing eyes, wanting me to come in her mouth.
That was enough to push me over the edge
"Oh god, here it comes," I groaned.
My body shook, electricity shot through my body. It started in my toes and reached my fingertips.
The first string of cum shot out of my cock, splashing against the back of her throat, yet she did not stop.
Her lips were now only sucking on the throbbing, ejaculating tip.
Then, the last bit of cum dripped from the tip onto her tongue.
I let out a big, content sigh and slowly slid out from between her lips.
I looked down at her, her mouth filled with my cum. She didn't miss a single drop.
She looked up at me, happy and then swallowed my load down. She laughed, jumped up and kissed me.
I could taste myself on her lips.
"You taste better than I ever imagined, Stephanie." I smiled and kissed her back, grabbing her thighs
and lifting her up.
It was far from over. I walked us to the bed and let us fall.
We laughed as we kissed. Whatever tension or nervousness we may have had was completely gone.
To be continued......
Our head moved simultaneously, closing the gap between our lips. We melted into each other.
I had waited for this moment, wanted this for a long time and it was finally happening.
And it was so perfect.
I grabbed her sides and held her tighter.
I felt her lips part and soon her tongue was softly pressing against my lips.
I opened my mouth without hesitation and could immediately feel her tongue sliding between
my lips, searching for mine.
I had imagined this moment so many times.
I had thought about it, wondered what it would be like to kiss her, to make love to her.
But I never expected it to be this wonderful. Her lips were so incredibly soft.
Her tongue entwined with mine so deliciously.
And her hands gliding up my arms and touching my cheeks sent shivers down my spine.
Blood pumped down my body and my cock was swelling.
But this cleared my mind and it made me realize what was happening.
I made a muffled sound and broke the kiss.
"I'm sorry," I mumbled while gently pushing her off of me,
"I can't do this. I love my mom too much."
She had a sad look on her face but quickly apologized.
"No, you're right. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have kissed you. It was wrong. Please don't be mad at me."
I laughed. "Oh Janet, I'm not mad at you. I kissed you back. I wanted this just as much as you did.
But I can't. I just can't. My mom is my world. She means everything to me and I don't want to hurt her."
"I understand," she smiled, now looking a bit embarrassed after what happened.
I gave a smile back, but there was this uncomfortable silence afterwards.
So I turned on the TV and asked if she wanted something to drink in an attempt to put it behind us.
And just as I came back from the kitchen with our drinks, my mother arrived.
I realized immediately how lucky I was. If she would have come home a little earlier or Liz
and I were still fooling around, she would have seen us.
"Hey, sweetie," she said smiling her always beautiful smile and kissed me.
Her kiss made me think about what just happened and now that she was here I felt terrible.
I felt like I betrayed her and when she pulled back she noticed.
"Is something wrong Stephanie?"
I glanced over at Janet for a split second and then mumbled,
"No, everything is fine. I'm just gonna take a shower," and quickly made my way upstairs.
I took a shower to try and clear my mind but it didn't work. I felt like the most horrible person in the world.
My mother and I had been through so much together, we had history and I cheated on her.
She trusted me and I threw her trust out the window in a matter of seconds.
I started arguing with myself about what consequences it could have and what I had to do,
and at the end there was only one option. I had to tell her.
She was going to find out one way or another, even if I didn't tell her, so the least thing I could
do was be honest. Maybe I was overreacting. Maybe she wouldn't be mad.
I had never seen her angry with me, but then again, I never did anything like this.
So maybe if she saw how sorry I was, she'd forgive me.
I told myself I'd tell her immediately to get it over with, but with every step I took, I felt my courage
dropping and by the time I arrived back downstairs, my confidence was completely gone.
When I finally found the will to open the door, the only person in the living room was Janet, who gave
me a small smile. I let out a sigh of relief. Janet being the only one there had two different effects on me.
On one hand it reminded me again what I had done, but on the other I was relieved
that my mother wasn't there. It gave me time to find new strength.
Strength I'd desperately need.
"Your mother is making dinner, it should be ready in a couple of minutes," Janet said, looking up from
her crossword puzzle. I gave her a small nod and sat down on the other couch minding my own business.
A few minutes later my mom came from the kitchen.
"Hey honey. Feeling a bit better?"
I guess Janet told her I wasn't feeling too good as an excuse for my shower. I silently nodded.
I would've told her there, but Liz was in the room and I didn't want my mom to get mad at her.
"Well, dinner is ready if you're hungry."
"Sounds good, mom."
I sat through dinner and pretty much the rest of the evening without talking much and went to bed early.
I had no intention of sleeping before I told her, but I figured our bedroom was the only place to tell it
without Janet being around. About an hour later I heard Janet going to her room and shortly after my mom
joined me in our bed. I had my back turned to her and I jumped a little when I felt her hand
on my stomach and her lips kissing the side of my head.
"Hey, you're still up?" she asked.
"Yeah, I couldn't sleep." She nestled against me, breathing warm air against my neck
and I knew I had to tell her.
"Mom," I began without turning to face her, "I have to tell you something."
"Sure honey, what is it?" I heard her voice in my ear.
Finally I turned to her and looked her in the eyes.
"You first have to promise me you won't be mad. Okay?"
"Why would I be mad at you?"
"Please just promise," I pleaded.
She took my hand in hers and gave me a warm smile.
"I promise, now what is it?"
"I..." I began and quickly looked down at our hands.
I mumbled a bit, playing with her hands as I did, before the words finally came out.
"Janet and I kissed," I blurted out, "I'm sorry, I didn't plan it, it just happened. Don't be mad, please."
I didn't look up to see her reaction and I was about to go on apologizing, but she hugged me tight.
"I know you did, honey. I know you did."
It took a second for the words to register and when they finally did, I looked up at her, puzzled.
"How?"
"Janet told me when you were in the shower. It's okay."
I was even more bewildered now, not because Janet told her, but because of her reaction.
"So you're not mad?"
She laughed. "No I'm not mad, Stephanie. She explained everything."
"I still don't understand mom."
"At first I was a little bit surprised, sure, but I was never mad. Look, I'm the only lover
you ever had, so it's normal for you to fantasize about other people and wonder what it would be like.
And from what I've heard, you two have been thinking about each other for a long time
so it was bound to happen. I just figured it would've happened sooner."
"Wait," I said, still puzzled, "you're really not mad?"
She kissed me.
"Of course not. It's normal for friends to think about each other like that. What?
You think your mother never experimented with her best friend?"
"No way, really?" I asked. The fear I had was now completely gone.
She nodded.
"The second best lover I ever had, after you of course.
I grinned, rolled on top of her and gave her a kiss.
"For what it's worth though. I'm sorry."
She shook her head.
"Don't be. You wanted to kiss her, don't you. And for it to go further."
I felt my face warming up and that was evidence enough for her.
She took hold of me and before I knew it, I was standing in front of her.
"Then go," she said and motioned to the door.
Again, I didn't understand what she meant.
"Go and make love to her. Do what you have wanted to do for years."
My eyes went wide with disbelief and a big grin formed on my face.
"Really? You're not k**ding."
"No I'm not," she said having to control her laughter from seeing my face.
"In fact, as your mother, I demand you to go have sex with her," she said and slapped me on
the butt, making me let out a little yelp.
I wrapped my arms around her in a big hug and kissed her.
"You're the best." I turned and took a few steps before realizing something
and turned back around.
"But what about you?"
She laughed again.
"You don't have to worry about me, honey. We have a closet full of sex toys and sexy clothes
and we don't have any more room under the bed because of all the other toys we have.
Plus, I get to think about two beautiful women making out in the room across mine. I'll manage."
I smiled but before I could move she asked one more thing.
"Although, would you mind handing me the special one from the closet?"
"Sure thing mom." I knew what she meant.
She wanted the first one she ever used on me. It was a pink/purple sort of strap-on slash dildo.
One end fit into her vagina while the other end was used to penetrate the partner.
It had a special meaning to both of us and to me it was still my favorite toy.
It may have been smaller than most of what we had, but nothing could beat it.
Maybe it was because of what it represented or maybe it was because of something else entirely.
All I knew was every time we used it, everything was like heaven.
I opened the closet, and just like she said, everything in it was meant for sex.
There hung at least two dozen sexy outfits in front of me
(not counting baby dolls. They had their own place since baby dolls were the only thing we slept in).
There were outfits for both me and her ranging from sexy nurse to bunny to cop to slutty schoolgirl,
which was the first one we bought and my personal favorite
(I still remember the first time I wore it in front of her, completely embarrassed but so turned on).
Those were the only times she would ever call me something like slut or slutty,
but I didn't mind then seeing as it was kind of the point when wearing some of those outfits.
On the planks above and below there were tons of different toys like vibrators,
dildos (both vibrating and regular), anal beads, cock rings, things to stimulate her clit and
even fake vaginas for me to use while she's filling me up. And this was only part of what we had.
We bought so much toys that we had to resort to storing it under our bed which was
filling up quite fast as well.
We had a little cabinet with hygienic stuff for both of us as well because sometimes little accidents did happen.
After a few times you kind of know when you could go all the way or not.
When we couldn't it was a bit of a disappointment, but we always had other ways to please each other.
But I always had something with me that made sure I was as clean as possible.
My mom really opened my world in sex. Growing up, I never was very sexually minded.
Other than masturbating to Janet sometimes I never really thought about sex all that much.
I always thought it was just normal vanilla sex. But I was so wrong.
Over the years we did a lot of things, even things that sounded a bit strange and dirty at first.
We role played a lot with our outfits, which I always loved to do.
We had outfits for both her and me and we'd immerse ourselves in our characters which was
something I didn't think was for me, being the shy person I was. Yet both of us loved it.
We did some things in public as well, without other people knowing of course. We would use food.
Our three favorite things to use were whipped cream, chocolate sauce and strawberries.
We even involved pee in our encounters, which sounded dirty at first but was strangely erotic
and we still did it from time to time. We did a lot more than that and we still tried new things every now
and then but peeing was probably the most extreme thing we did.
I immediately spotted the one she wanted and gave it to her.
"Are you sure," I asked one last time while handing her the dildo."
"Yes, now go, quickly, before I change my mind and make that cute little butt mine for the night."
She tried to slap my butt again but I managed to dodge it.
I decided to tease her a little before leaving. I showed her my butt and shook it a little.
"What? You mean this tight little thing. You want it?"
In a flash she was standing behind my, one hand on my butt and on hand grabbing my already growing cock.
"You know I do," she whispered.
I turned around with a sly grin on my face.
"Well, I guess we'll have to take a rain check on that." I kissed her passionately.
"You know what, mom," I said and took her hands and put them on my butt, "tomorrow, this is all yours
and you can do whatever you want to it. The harder, the better. Deal?"
She squeezed my ass and bit my lower lip gently. "You bet that's a deal."
A few seconds later I found myself standing before Janet's bedroom door, my hand raised, ready to knock.
I softly knocked and waited until I heard her say "yes" before opening the door.
I poked my head through the crack.
"I hope I didn't wake you."
"No you didn't. Come in," she said while turning on the light on her nightstand.
The light flickered in her green eyes which were fixed on me. "I like your pj's."
I looked down. I was wearing a black, silky baby doll, which was frilled at the bottom and a matching thong.
My mom loved seeing the little bulge in my panties and I loved the feeling of the soft fabric rubbing
against my penis. The baby doll itself wasn't too revealing, it was see through around my stomach
and covered my breasts, unlike some others I had.
"Thanks," I said while laughing.
She pulled the covers from her and sat up. I immediately noticed her shirt.
"You still wear that thing? I'm amazed it still fits." She was wearing a Muse shirt.
She was a big fan and she has had that shirt for as long as I could remember.
"It's a bit too short because of these things," she began and took her breasts in her hands and moved
them around a bit, "but yeah, it fits."
From what looked like it, she had about c-sized breasts, just like my mom and they hiked up her shirt
to the point where it ended just above her belly button. I couldn't help it but it was such an erotic sight.
For bottoms she wore a pair of white panties with flowers on the side.
"What's up?"
I sat down next to her, our bare legs touching.
"So, you told my mom we kissed?"
The expression on her face turned to guilt and she smiled nervously. She looked so cute.
"Yeah, sorry. I didn't really know if it was a good idea. I..."
I cut her off mid sentence by pressing my lips against hers. She was too surprised to kiss back at first.
It was only when I put one hand on her cheek that she kissed me back.
She placed one hand on my thigh before I pushed her gently on her back.
Our mouths opened simultaneously and our tongues found each other in the darkness.
Knowing now that I had my mother's blessing, that it would go further made the kiss that much better.
She moved her hands under my baby doll and grabbed my lower back, pulling me closer as I let out a little moan.
We stayed like that for a while. No one to interrupt us. No one to break us up.
We both wanted this for and we were going to enjoy every second of it.
Our saliva mixed, our tongues entwined tenderly.
Her hands sent shivers down my spine and I knew mine did the same to her.
I felt my cock grow against the fabric of my thong. After a few minutes, my hard member was
pressed between our bellies and only then I realized something. Reluctantly I broke the kiss.
"We don't have protection."
"Don't worry, I'm on the pill."
"You are?" I asked a bit taken away.
She shrugged. "Megan and I never liked condoms. And she came to visit sometimes after college."
That was fine for me. We engaged in a kiss again, but she didn't waste too much time.
She grabbed the bottom of my baby doll. Knowing what she wanted, I straightened and she pulled it off.
The cool air hardened my nipples. She let the piece of clothing fall to the floor and a
few seconds later, my thong followed. She straightened herself as well and our lips found each other again.
As we were kissing, she moved us and soon we were standing next to the bed.
I had no idea what she was doing until she broke the kiss and smiled at me.
"I've waited and wanted this for a long time, so I'm gonna take my time exploring you."
My face turned red. I felt like I was on display, but I was too aroused to care. I wanted her.
She kissed my neck and took my breasts in her hands.
"You have the softest breasts," she whispered in my ear as I felt her hands kneading them.
She was slow and gentle. Her fingers grazed my nipples and her mouth found its way back to mine.
I placed my hands on her sides, feeling her soft skin between her shirt and panties.
And for the next few minutes we just stood there, kissing while she played with my breasts.
I had no intention of stopping her, and even if I had, I couldn't. Right now, she had the power.
I was too mesmerized by her fingers. She massaged them, pushed them together and flicked my nipples.
Sadly, her hands suddenly let go and moved downwards.
They reached my tummy and soon they would reach my throbbing cock.
It was waiting, aching to be pleased. But I had to wait a little longer.
She took one of my hands and broke the kiss.
She raised my hand and then like we were dancing, turned me around.
She pressed herself against my back and I felt her hands on my butt. She squeezed and stretched it.
"I can see why your mother can't resist this," she said in a sultry way.
My face got even redder. It was the first time someone else mentioned the fact that
I had sex with my mother and it sounded so dirty.
"It's yours too if you want," I moaned.
One hand returned to my breasts while the other kept my butt busy.
"Maybe some other time," she said and kissed my neck.
I groaned at the thought of her fucking me, maybe with my mother watching and touching herself
like she was doing right now in the other room.
She let go of me and turned me back around and I saw her smile before she knelt down.
She reached out her hands and I almost passed out when her fingertips grazed my penis.
"God," I groaned.
She gently grasped my member in her hand and cupped my balls in the other.
I watched her and she looked so happy holding my cock. She inspected it, explored it, took her time looking at it.
"It's so girly," she suddenly said, "so perfect."
I never heard my penis being described as girly before, but it felt nice hearing it.
My girly cock was pulsing in her hand. She moved her head closer and I felt her hot breath on the tip of my dick.
A breath of air escaped my lungs. She looked up to me and gave me a sweet smile before
planting a kiss on the tip. I nearly lost the feeling in my legs.
Then I felt her lips closing around the head and sliding further.
She got about halfway before moving back to the tip. I
didn't know if she could take it all in like my mother could, but it didn't matter. It felt wonderful.
She slowly continued pleasing me. Her tongue slid around my head, precum oozing in her mouth.
I started rubbing my breasts to keep my hands busy. Suddenly I felt hers on my thighs, slowly sliding
up to my butt and rubbing it before sliding back down. I moaned at her touch.
My body was burning up. Her head bobbed up and down, sliding deliciously along my shaft.
After a few minutes, half of my cock was drenched in her saliva and she began stroking the other half.
I could already feel that familiar feeling. Her kiss had been going through my mind all day and it got
me excited and I knew I wasn't going to last that long.
She swirled her tongue around again and I fell forward, placing my hands on the only place I could, her head.
That warm feeling began boiling up and I was on the edge of climaxing.
"Janet, I'm close," I panted, but she never slowed down.
She kept up her pace. She smiled and looked up at me with glowing eyes, wanting me to come in her mouth.
That was enough to push me over the edge
"Oh god, here it comes," I groaned.
My body shook, electricity shot through my body. It started in my toes and reached my fingertips.
The first string of cum shot out of my cock, splashing against the back of her throat, yet she did not stop.
Her lips were now only sucking on the throbbing, ejaculating tip.
Then, the last bit of cum dripped from the tip onto her tongue.
I let out a big, content sigh and slowly slid out from between her lips.
I looked down at her, her mouth filled with my cum. She didn't miss a single drop.
She looked up at me, happy and then swallowed my load down. She laughed, jumped up and kissed me.
I could taste myself on her lips.
"You taste better than I ever imagined, Stephanie." I smiled and kissed her back, grabbing her thighs
and lifting her up.
It was far from over. I walked us to the bed and let us fall.
We laughed as we kissed. Whatever tension or nervousness we may have had was completely gone.
To be continued......
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