Hot Fuck Series · September 18, 2021

I Remember Mother – Chapter 5

We hugged and kissed and stroked one another in sweet contentment. Mom was cradled in my right arm and my left hand explored her curves.

 

Chapter 5

The next morning we snuggled in bed together, a pair of lovers in no hurry to leave the comfort of the covers or each other’s company. We hugged and kissed and stroked one another in sweet contentment. Mom was cradled in my right arm and my left hand explored her curves. I fondled her nipples making them stiff and erect. Squeezing first right tit then left I marveled at the soft skin and spongy texture of a mature woman’s breasts. My hand soon was sliding down to the devil’s playground, the triangle of temptation. mother’s pussy was already slick with excitement.

Mom was not idle. Her torso was slightly turned toward me permitting her free right arm to make caresses of it’s own. She rubbed softly on my chest in a soothing fashion. Occasionally, it made s detour southward to flutter over my blood flooded dick. This was an interesting tease which the male monster alert but not over-stimulated, allowing for a lengthy time of tingling without needing to conclude in climax. Her kiss began to get wetter and mom’s tongue played in and out of my mouth also in a titillating and suggestive way.

My finger did some walking in her pubic hair, then like a big comb I fluffed it up, gently pulling at the kinky strands make mother suck in a gasp now and then. Then, with just the tip of my middle finger, ever so lightly I began to massage the slit of her seeping crack. First from clit to base, reversing at the base and drawing the moisture on to her nub, then lower and back to the joy toy of femininity. At the high point were little circles and the dips went a fraction deeper each stroke. mom’s knees opened to give me full access. She began to draw sharp breaths and her hand stopped moving coming to a stationary spot on my member.

As my digit danced in her depths and thumb made merry strumming mom’s clit she broke free of the chains of passion’s spell which had hypnotized her. She sat up and looked at me with a wild expressing of wanton glee. mother’s hair was flying out at odd angles. Her face was flushed, nearly the color of her nipples. The eyes sparkled with mischief promising me that in moments we would be engaged in another of mom’s special surprises. She paused for effect and the called out the number like it was the winner at a bingo game. 69 O SHIT!! ~ NOT ANOTHER

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The author does not condone child abuse or incest, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life.