Chapter Seven: The Storm
What was I doing!!!
Was I crazy!!!!
We were definitely playing with fire!!!
Okay, so there’s nothing wrong with letting him rub my feet. But why, as he was running his hands up and down my legs, was I disappointed that the other “sensations” I’d come to enjoy and look forward to, then never start. I did grow damp, my pussy did get juicy, as his hands and fingers ever so slowly moved up to my knees last night, and as I wondered if he …or I …would stop.
And I was delightfully surprised when he impetuously pulled me into his lap, and let me feel his strong penis against my hip and bottom, reveling in the confirmation that there WAS a passion between us. And I surprised myself when we first kissed, almost by accident, like very timid lovers.
But the second kiss, no matter how enjoyable, was stepping way out of bounds. If he only knew, it would have been far more than just the “sensations” I later felt that night, all night long….
After the first three climaxes, I lost track of how many times I woke up with the tingling in my muff growing, as “he” kissed my breasts and suckled my nipples, and sipped the juice at the entrance to my vagina, and probed my anus….until….
And yet, as pleasurable and exhausting as the “experiences” were…. I was really beginning to want more… of him….
I must be going crazy!!! He’s never done anything to suggest he might “want” me. The complete gentleman, in the past few years he’s never touched me in a sexual way, even if the massages seem to me to be extremely sensual, and the “events” often (now always) include him as the …perpetrator? provocateur? initiator? willing participant???? rapist?????. He’s never said anything to even suggest he harbors any illicit thoughts about me. And he always has the opportunity to “select” amoung all those young woman to “do stuff” with. Where did I ever get the thought he might want to have sex with his “mother?” I’m too old and way out of his league. And besides, if the “phenomenons” were any indication, blushing at the thought, my sturdy foundling son would wear me out the first night, and I’d be sore for a week.
A couple of evenings later, after dinner, as I cleaned up, he came up and began rubbing my shoulders while I stood at the sink. He seemed pensive, and after thanking me for another “wonderful” meal grew quiet and continued to gently, easily, run his hands around my neck and shoulders …and arms… His hands moved down around my ribs and lower back, skipping over my bra strap, gently rotating his thumbs and fingers along my spine and hips, he asked the question I’d sort of been dreading.
“Mom,”…he hesitantly started…”what did you mean when you said I was ‘turning into a very dangerous young man’?”
I hesitated a moment, as if to recall the comment, though I knew exactly what he meant, and what I’d meant. “Well,” I started, “let’s just say … you have awesome hands, and know just what pleases ….a girl… er, uh, muscles to work… or …you know….massage… and you’re very gentle….maybe even a little…. oh, I don’t know,…your touch… it’s a little intoxicating when you rub my shoulders…and the other night…when you massaged my feet,…. you made me feel …really special…. which made me feel like I’d do almost anything …you wanted….and if you treat your girl friends that way…well…it could make you pretty dangerous.”
“In what way” he probed.
I had almost run out of dishes. Yet, I couldn’t quite turn to face him yet. As I reached for one of the last pots, I couldn’t stop myself from leaning … to touch my bottom against him… or his reaction…the tightening of his fingers on my shoulders…the pause as we both felt the all too brief tryst of his hard cock, touching, nestling into the divide between the cheeks of my bottom.
I blushed and felt my nipples popping … and hurried on with “oh, I don’t know….maybe talk them into something they might not do otherwise….” I took a deep breathe, and reached for the last dish, this time “careful” not to lean over “too” much.
“Sweetheart, you have to understand….” as I continued to wash the now well cleaned dish in my hands…”you’re a very special guy, and when the right girl comes along…you both may … I don’t know….this is a little embarrassing…get too involved …I expect you’ll sweep her off her feet, maybe a little too quickly… and it means …getting that involved…to a girl… sometimes it means more to her than it might mean to you…”
As the water drained from the sink, and I dried my hands, and slowly turned to face him, regretting the end of his touch as he released me and slid back a bit, I finished with, “so,… my Handsome son,…I guess what I mean is… be careful… be gentle…and try to remember …you might be able to get whatever you want…” now almost strong…trying to look him in the eye… “but remember that the other person…girl…that you….might get …involved with… is important too…but might get led astray by your… dangerous charms…and may need …. you to be the gentleman we don’t see around too mobil porno often anymore. One who cares. One who tries to understand and satisfies the woman’s needs.”
Was I on safe ground yet? “Understand?”
“Yeah, I guess,” he said, though he still looked a little perplexed. “Although, I can’t be all that dangerous, if my recent dating history is anything to go by” he said, a little dejectedly.
And the maternal instinct reacted with the comment, “remember, patience…it will come..” as my now thoroughly “incestuous” mind thought again about sucking his young strong virgin cock to relieve his immediate pain, while preparing for ….
I leaned forward and quickly kissed him on the cheek, I guess to reestablish some degree of propriety, and said, “now go get ready for your date. It’s Friday night, and you’re young, and need to be out and about.”
“What about you?” he rejoined with a little humor.
“Me? Well your tired old mom is going to luxuriate in a hot bath, get ready for bed, and be content with a good book…now off with you.”
Later, with the house to myself, I did just that. A hot bath …and a cold shower…
But it didn’t work.
Nor did the book.
And then the summer storm rolled in, fierce with thunder and lightening.
And before I knew it, I was rummaging around looking for candles to offset the dark, because the power was out.
And then, a while later, to my relief, I heard him drive up and run to the door.
“You’re soaked” I observed…the obvious, meeting him with a candelabra in my hand, wondering in passing how I might appear, meeting him this way,in my nightgown on a stormy night, with a candle in my hand.
“Quick, …go take a hot shower before you catch a cold…” I instructed as he began stripping his soaking clothes and headed for the bathroom. I left the candelabra in the bathroom with him and, picking up his clothes in the wake of his passage, went to get more candles.
I waited in the living room, staring sightlessly out the wide glass patio doors as the storm continued to pound the back yard, thinking of him…in the shower. In the back of my mind, I heard the water stop, and a little later heard him come quietly down the hall in his bare feet. I realized I was trembling, and holding my breath, feeling that now familiar moistness developing between my thighs…as my nipples became more and more sensitive to the slightest movement of my nightgown covering them.
“Feel better?” I asked, as he came up behind me, inadvertently, and unknowingly, provoking my bottom to a higher sensitivity, waiting for his “touch.”
I shifted my stance a little, to spread my legs a bit, and let the cool air from the partially open patio door sooth and cool my steaming muff, wondering if … no,…, the soap smell, and the cream I’d applied earlier … to my most sensitive lips … should ..obscure…the fragrance I “sensed” was in the air.
“Yeah,” he said, and no more, as if respecting my solitude.
“So, what brings you home so early…not a little ole storm I hope…”
“Nah, ….Janey got a little scared …and wanted to go home in case it got any worse…and her folks and brothers were there,… and I didn’t want to deal with them….so I bailed… knowing my best girl was home….alone….and I could have a lot better time with her…”
“Your best girl?” I asked. “What, am I …the backup?” I joked. “And you can have a better time with me…than Janey…what does that mean…”
“Ahh mom….” he went on the defensive. And then recovered with, “I just meant… I’d rather be here with you… you know, make sure you’re okay…and maybe catch up a little….since you keep making me go out…who knows….if you’re REALLY nice to me…I might even offer you a …full… massage, (as I felt his hands on my shoulders, and my body began reacting more fiercely to his presence and touch ..), not just a shoulder rub…for all the fantastic things you do…for me…”
I luxuriated in his affect on my body and senses. I felt his hands moving ever so slowly down my back, pausing I fleetingly thought in a little panic, as we both realized I had no bra on under my night gown. And then I began to fully realize what a view I must be presenting without a robe to hide under. How much could he see in the dim candle light???? Did he have to see anything, as I felt his hands on my lower back, while his thumbs and fingers kneaded the muscles around my hips, causing my legs to turn to jelly.
I felt his hands slide back up, along my ribs, while his thumbs managed my spine …and his finger tips … came ever closer … and gently slid discreetly around the soft sides of my breasts…as my nipples began to burst with …anticipation.
I was about to collapse when he whispered in my ear “why don’t you stretch out…and I’ll give you a back…rub,…like you’ve never had before…”
I sighed, “oh honey…that would be so nice…but I’m ready to…go to sleep now…maybe tomorrow….”
But he wasn’t to be put off, and suggested “that’s perfect…I’ll give you a massage that’ll put you right to mofos porno sleep…in your own bed..”
Trembling with…I murmured “that’s really sweet..”
He carried the candle as I led the way to my bedroom. I felt my nightgown, swaying against my legs, and imagined his eyes, straining to see in my bottom as it jiggled underneath.
As I nervously turned the bed cover down, I realized that my bottom was spreading open…and my muff was presenting itself…even covered by panties and the gown…as a…target as I slowly, deliberately bent over….
A little self consciously, I hurried to stretch out on the bed…attempting to arrange my gown to provide some modicum of decorum.
He put the candle on the dresser across the room. And…after a moment…sat on the bed next to me. I could only imagine what he saw and thought, as he contemplated his mother, face down on the bed, waiting for his touch…
Ever so gently, I felt his trembling fingers begin to knead my shoulder muscles and stroke my neck. Slowly, I felt him work down my back…at first without real direction….and then…almost with purpose. I began to enjoy the rhythm as he alternated between my back and arms. Before I knew it, my arms, gently massaged and treated, were above my head, so my hands were tucked under the pillow.
Ever so slowly, he manipulated every muscle in my back, from my neck down…to…almost my butt. I felt his expert fingers stroke me and relax every muscle…ever so…professionally…until… trembling…I felt my gown beginning to ride slowly up my legs, as his fingers slid, a little further each time, closer to the panty line on my hips.
Despite the anticipation and excitement…and fear, I was beginning to drift in and out. For a moment, I came clearly aware as I realized, as he massaged my hips, my panties were sliding further down my hips, with each successive series of strokes along my spine. I was faintly aware of the butterflies in my tummy and tingling in my nipples, as he more and more caressed the soft sides of my breasts.
In a haze, I realized, after a bit, that my gown “felt” like it was … gathered…up…around my waist…
“One moment” he was kneading the muscles in my shoulders, the …”next”… I felt him gently rubbing my feet, vaguely aware my knees were bent ever so slightly…that my legs were open… thinking only briefly what an image I must be presenting… but retreating to the comfort that it was still dark…with only the candlelight flickering….
Slipping away again…into the dream…I felt him massaging my toes…and ankles…and calves..and knees…thighs…moving closer and closer…almost touching…
I came almost fully awake as I felt his fingers gently massage my hips…and felt my panties sliding down again, and began to feel the cool night air on the cheeks of my bottom.
And then he was rubbing the muscles in my neck and shoulders again, while I wondered abstractly…in a haze…
“Mom” and then a pause as I felt his hands move down.
“Mom, you still awake?” and I was, almost completely, as I felt his hands continue to knead my middle back…and felt him leaning against me…resting on my butt…and realized I felt his hands on my skin and …no longer …through the gown…now under it…
I only shifted a bit…waiting…not answering…pretending to be … almost asleep…
And I was completely awake when he slid his hands down around my waist… down…on to my hips…and gently kissed me…just above…right at…the swelling of my bottom cheeks..in the very middle of my “lowest” back….and couldn’t stop the involuntary reaction of my pelvis, as I ground my muff down into the mattress.
I felt his hands quickly retreat…and in a moment…”Mom…you awake…?” and with no response…a few tender rubs later, a little quieter… “Mom” and very delicate “jostle” as if to emphasize his question, “…you still with me.”
I let out a very low moan ..and stretched out a little…but …went on pretending ….to be asleep…realizing…my panties were even further down…had…been moved again …so my bottom was almost completely uncovered…
Again I felt his fingers, gently massaging my sides… and waist …. hips…ever so slowly slipping my panties…further down …feeling the waist band slide tantalizingly … across …tickling…the lush, sensitive hair covering my mons… until they down were around the top of my thighs…
“Ahhhh” I moaned to myself, as I dreamed of his fingers sliding along my thighs and … lightly brushing near my pussy lips… as the fingers continued to trace the outline of …my panties…under my bottom…around to my hips …
“Uhhhnngg” I heard, from myself….as I dreamed…felt his touch, now more insistent…sliding along…closer…higher…to ..almost the edge of my …pussy…stroking …tantalizing the fringe of my pubic hair…
Almost fully awake again, I simply indulged in his stroking of my thighs…near my outer labia, sensing the inner lips opening…and my little fellow protruding…seeking attention….
And then, naughty america porno “OhhUhhhggg!” I moaned, as I distinctly felt his finger tip slide slowly, deliberately, along the channel of my panty covered love, ever so gently prompting the lips of my juicy pussy to open even more.
Again, I felt his hands slide round my hips… as his thumbs slowly stoked my bottom cheeks,..from below… under my panties…opening the way to my anus…briefly …
Not protesting, I felt him slide my panties down even further.
And felt his warm hands gliding across the full cheeks of my bottom, cupping them, slipping his thumb along the channel, caressing my….”UHHnngg” and I felt my hips jerk, offering my bung hole …as only one way…inside.
And then I “felt” my nightgown slip up…further up…under my breasts…as his hot hands again slowly kneaded and massaged my back, now completely, flesh to flesh ..
In the dream I felt his fingertips tug gently at my soft breasts, as if to slide around them from underneath, and felt my self willingly agree, slowly, when I heard him say, “mom…turn over…”
In the dream, I watched as he sat back, at my side, to let me turn …so that my breasts …
I felt his palm on my stomach…and realized …as I turned…it had slipped deliciously around my body, from my warm…hot bottom… over my hips to rest there…just above…
Exotically, I sensed him move again…and felt him gently kissing my neck,.while slowly opening…lifting my gown … a little higher…to release my nipples from the torture of touching the fabric …
Slowly I felt his fingers travel up along my ribs…and slide around my breasts, squeezing them gently…causing my nipples to blossom even more, extending… puckered… into the evening air….like little cherries.
And then, the ecstacy of…his tongue… his lips…his suckling…dreaming of him entering my vagina while gently squeezing my breasts, cupping them to play with the fully swollen nipples, again slowly licking them ..gently sucking them in between his hot lips….
Then I felt his palm move down onto my stomach…as he began to gently slide his fingers down and tenderly, lightly comb the fringe of my pubic hair.
I lay there, on my back, eyes closed, again delighted by his delicate touch, knowing it wrong, for some reason, to let him ….touch me… there…reveling in the slow way he slipped his fingers into my lush pubic hair, gently stroking my pulsating mons, feeling him explore my thick sensitive pussy curls ..sliding down…slipping his hot fingers down …to lightly stroke my pussy lips …as I slowly opened my thighs … to let him delve between them …feeling his fingers slowly explore…and touch “Ungg!!!…Oooghghhh!!!”
…not right… when he leaned forward …to kiss me.. on the lips… and slip his tongue slowly into me…my mouth…like a thick…his …to want his tongue to touch…taste…my …
I was losing control…
Ever so slowly, as I felt his palm cupping my love nest, as his fingers slid though my pubic hair, and one….slipping along the opening entrance to my passion, slipping… almost in….and …away…and …almost…in..
I said “no!” Didn’t I?????
More clearly, with greater effort, I said “please stop!”
I said… “I can’t …”
I … didn’t want it to ….
I felt his tongue abandon my nipples, and begin to trace down, ever so slowly, as he kissed me between my breasts, then each in turn licking the firm, quivering undersides … my ribs…stomach ..my hips…down…
I made another attempt “OH baby, please stop…you can’t ..do this …to me….” and choked as he began to lightly pull at my pussy hair with his lips, while alternately sliding his tongue in circles… closer…
I felt his warm breath as his tongue touched me there….ever so gently sliding down, gently circling in the lush mass of hair, closer ..now timidly probing the top ..where the lips of my labia began…slipping lightly along the passage of my love channel… now separating my inner lips …flickering against my clitoris… driving me to complete abandon…
I watched helplessly as he slowly pulled my panties down further, completely uncovering my womanhood…feeling the fabric erotically caressing my inner thighs…as they slid down…pausing for a moment as he drank in the sight of his mother…open….inviting.. letting him uncover her most secret charms….as he gently slipped my panties down…sliding them over my knees…I felt myself almost helping..letting him slip them off my ankles dropping them as I lay there…fully exposed…
In a dream I felt his fingers now caressing my legs….opening them ….now that there was no restraint…nothing hidden….as he leaned in..to slide closer ….his head between my thighs, kissing me … again moving slowly, deliberately letting his tongue slip closer teasing..until…with excruciating tenderness, I felt it slide closer…nearer …next to…timidly touch…pause…and then with deliberate, delicious design…slide along…my pussy lips again…this time a little more insistent…opening them…tracing the folds of my outer…and inner labia …slipping around my hot channel…tenderly pulling me between his lips… sucking my pussy lips, …probing ….rubbing inside….touching my clitoris..