MY MOTHER SUSAN part12
by Hot Milfs Blogfamiliar shuffle that passes for soul-felt dancing. Instantly I was acutely
aware of her. Aware of the smell of her hair and the press of her breasts
and the hardness of her pubic bone against me. And, as instantly, I became
hard. I didn’t wonder if she could tell. It was blatant.
“Susan,” I asked - it sounded strange to my ear, “could I kiss you?”
“Of course, Bill. I’d like that.”
“I mean a real kiss. An adult kiss. Not some little-boy-peck-on-
the-cheek kiss.”
“Of course, a real kiss. I never expected less from you.”
She closed her eyes and offered her partially open mouth to me, her
lips wet and seemingly slightly swollen. I opened mine and kissed her lips,
initially very softly, and later with more feeling. She kissed back, making
no effort to end the kiss, seeming to melt into it all the more. We kissed
again, and we mouthed each other, breathing into each other. I gave her
my tongue again and she responded the same way, pushing the urgent,
hardened tip of her tongue deep into my mouth.
I found my self slowly rocking my pelvis into her, rubbing my erect
cock on her thigh. I felt her push back in a slow, grinding fashion, pushing
her pubic bone into me.
“Let’s sit, Bill. I want to be closer to you.” She slowly pushed me
backward toward the couch and as it hit me behind the calves and I was
falling into it, she added, “Can I sit on your lap?”
Without waiting for a reply, she half turned and lowered her bottom
into my lap, wrapping her arms about me in the same motion, her breast
under my chin, her cleavage right under my nose.
“There! That’s better,” she proclaimed, reaching for my right hand
and placing it on her hip while I placed my left hand around her bottom.
She was sitting right on top of my hard-on. She squirmed a few times as if
better defining what she was sitting on. “Isn’t that better?”
“Ummph,” I exaggerated and in a strained voice as if an elephant
were sitting on my chest, I replied, wheezing, “Yesss. So much better.”
“You turkey, you. I hardly weigh anything and besides, you
haven’t paid enough attention to me tonight. Well, at least not in the last
few seconds. I want another kiss.”
I looked up at her and mimicking her surrender, closed my eyes and
offered her my lips. She immediately ran her tongue deep into my mouth
and groaned, “God, you’re delicious,” again grinding her butt on my lap.
Without thinking or conscious decision, I ran the palm of my right
hand up from her hip, across her waist to the side of her thorax. I missed
and was palming the side of her breast. She kissed me harder in apparent
approval so I went for broke and cupped her full breast in my hand,
thumbing her erect nipple.
I don’t know when we broke that kiss. Actually, I suspect we
never did. It just slid into others. I made no pretense of touching her tit by
mistake. Rather, I palmed it and weighed it and rolled her nipple between
my fingers in as provocative a fashion as I could imagine. I wanted to feel
her breast and more, I wanted to be patently blatant about it, that both of
would know and acknowledge that I was caressing her breast and nipple.
We were both moaning and voicing largely incoherent sounds. She
was hugging my head and tussling with my hair in a passionate, almost
frenzied fashion. Our faces were wet from the open-mouth kissing and
licking. I had pulled down the bodice of her dress, exposing her demi bra.
Her dark areolae were plainly visible through the lacy half cup. Pulling the
bra cup down, her hard nipple popped out as I bent my head toward her tit.
“Yessss,” she hissed, “kiss me there. Suck me, Billy. Suck my
nipple. You’ve been wanting to do this for a long time, haven’t you?”
“You could tell?”
…End of the part12. To be continued..