I am in love with my mom – 2

“I am in love with my mom” Part-2 Continues….

It wasn’t the first time I had ever seen them, but certainly not quite like this. Not with her actually doing so, allowing me to sit there and gaze at them to my heart’s content, though I also ached to do a lot more than simply look at them too.

We had actually had one of our more intimate grown up discussions with her lying there in the bathtub, though at the time she’d been for the most part hidden in a blanket of bubbles. After a while soaking like that, talking however, her breasts eventually began playing peek-a-boob with me, though upon discovering that she was now exposing a great deal more of herself that she might have intended, she’d ended our discussion, promising to continue it later after she’d gotten out and dried off.

I’d been hard as hell then too, just sitting there looking at her. And now remembered, I had jerked off thinking about her that night as well. Maybe I had done that a bit more frequently than I was even willing to admit to myself. Either way, I was laying there in bed now, admiring my mother’s beautiful bare breasts, dark brown areolas, swollen and crinkly hard now, nipples fat and extended, just begging to be sucked on. Which is when I then felt the touch of her hand on me again as it slipped beneath the sheet.

“That better?”

My pleasured groan and moanful sigh gave her my answer.

There was a distinct difference in the way she fondled my cock this time too. Last time, it had been the simple up and down motion of her hand, working it, though that had culminated quite unexpectedly with her placing her mouth over the head of it when I came.

This time, she actually made some attempt at pleasuring me, not in just getting me off. I felt the sensual touch of her fingers, exploring. A gentle squeeze as she sought out some lubrication, her finger easily finding it, gathering it up, and then using that to further stimulate and pleasure me with. She took her time. And I took mine, enjoying it, enjoying the touch of her hand, the sight of her exposed lovely breasts, nipples so gloriously firm and erect, dying to be touched. Which she then further surprised me, by actually touching them, herself.

“This feels so wicked,” she said, smiling as she said it, yet meaning it too. And it did, wickedly wonderful, wrong perhaps…even decadent, but wonderfully erotic and sensual beyond belief as she sat there toying with her own breasts, cupping and kneading her soft flesh, pulling and pinching her nipple as she sat there looking at me, watching me as I lay there looking at her doing it. Her hand, accompanying the pleasure of my eyes as they lustfully devoured her.

“Tell me when,” she soon after asked me.

“You’ll know when,” I answered, my breath already labored.

“Tell me anyway,” she asked me back in a clipped tone of voice, her own lust now taking over her emotions, her inhibitions at stroking me, still touching herself, long having been left by the wayside.

“Fuck! Any second now!” I warned her, saying the one word I had never spoken in front of her before in my entire life, seeing a brief surprised lift of her eyebrows upon hearing it.

“God, say it again,” she stated, shocking me a little.

“Fuck!” I moaned pleasurably, already sensing the first initial warnings of my impending orgasm as my balls began to tighten in expectation of that.

Her hand quickly picked up the pace, her other hand once again pulling back the sheet, where she now purposely looked directly at her handy work, along with my very hard, very swollen, purple looking cock.

I felt the first mind-numbing pulsation, watching…waiting for the feel of her mouth once again, which I expected her to bend over and due any second now. But mom once again surprised me, waiting, the first glorious spurt suddenly skyrocketing out of the end of my prick hitting her squarely in the face. She laughed, only then surrounding her lips about the head of my prick, sucking, swallowing, and sucking again until she had drained me exhaustibly.

“Fuck!” I moaned one last time, hearing her girlish giggle of glee and pleasure as she sat up licking her lips.

**

“Was that as good as the first time she asked?” Though I was somewhat disappointed as she now reaffixed her bra over her breasts, hiding them away again, likewise pulling down her tee shirt, and then finally replacing the sheet over my still somewhat stiff cock.

“Even better,” I said dreamily, still basking in the afterglow of that magnificently wonderful climax. I looked at her directly, the lust in her eyes had not as yet diminished, her own desires, excitement still hovering on the surface. Once again I gambled with my own boldness, not knowing if I’d succeed in the attempt, though I was now determined more than ever to try. “Your turn,” I said simply looking at her, letting her know by the expression in my face that I was serious and not joking around.

“Yeah…right, I wish,” she said noncommittally, though her tone of voice belied the truth of her need even as she spoke.

“So?” I answered back. “Do it…let me see you,” I now asked, almost pleadingly. Once again she sat there looking at me with disbelief at hearing what I’d just asked of her.

“You can’t be serious,” she stated, again giggling, trying to laugh it off, though I saw behind the façade of her nervousness a desire to do exactly what I’d just asked of her.

“Please mom…for me, I can’t do anything for you myself, not at the moment anyway,” I then added, seeing the raised lift in her eyebrows as I said that. “But…it would mean a lot to me if you would, to see you find pleasure while I watched, knowing that at least in that way, I could participate, and return something in kind to the pure joy you’ve just given and shared with me.”

I saw the internal struggle, the turmoil of what I’d just asked her to do as she actually sat there silently thinking about it. But then I saw the look in her eyes, as the lust seemed to die briefly, rationalization taking over as she answered.

“Mike, I don’t think that’s such a very good idea, I am after all your,”

“Mother…yes, I know. And it was my mother who just gave me, and shared something very sweet, very intimate, and very loving with her son. All I am asking is that you allow me to do the little that I can do. Share with you at least a small portion of that same sort of intimacy…please?”

I knew the next look on her face would give me my answer…one way or the other.

“You’re serious, you really want that, want to see me…”

“Yes!” I said eagerly, hopefully, enticing her with my enthusiasm and excitement, and then clinching the deal. “Just the thought of seeing you do that for me, will make me feel a hundred percent better mother…I know it.”

Although there was still uncertainty in her face, her words and actions confirmed what I hoped for. Nervously, she snapped open the button on the shorts she was wearing, once again looking over her shoulder towards the curtain.

“You tell me…”

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