MY MOTHER SUSAN part13
by Hot Milfs BlogLaughing, she replied, “Kids think their parents are dumb as well as
blind. Yes, I could tell. It’s tough isn’t it, trying to be subtle and look at
my tits at the same time!”
All pretense had vanished. Any thought I might have had for a
negotiated seduction was out the window. This wasn’t going as I’d
planned and it was wonderful. I couldn’t believe what was happening. My
beautiful mother was sitting on my lap with her breast exposed, the nipple
shining with the wetness of my saliva, groaning as she ground her bottom
into me.
“God, Mom,” I rasped, “I love you so much. I can’t tell you.”
“Yes, yes . . . I know Billy. Just love me. Hold me tight. Kiss
me.”
I couldn’t keep my hands off her body. She’d been squirming
around so much that her dress had ridden up on her thighs, exposing a
good expanse of leg. Holding her skirt-covered buttock with my left hand,
I ran my right hand up and down her body, then down to her left knee and
up under the hem of the dress to the top of her thigh, above her hose. She
scrunched down farther, helping me to lift the dress. Suddenly she was
bared to her pelvis.
“Jesus, Mom! You have such beautiful legs.”
Her only reply was to kiss me again and open her legs. I flashed
back to the afternoon I was looking up her dress. Now, however, I wasn’t
peeping. She was showing herself to me. It was clear that I couldn’t be
content just looking. Still I hesitated. Could I *touch* her there? Could I
cusp her mound in my hand? Actually feel her pussy? What the hell! In
for a penny . . .
I ran my hand up and down the soft inside of her thigh, moving
closer each time to her panties. She moaned and pushed her pelvis at me.
The side of my hand pushed against the cushy bulge of her panty crotch.
She grunted and lurched, snapping her legs shut, trapping my hand. I tried
to pull my hand out but she suddenly reached down and with surprising
strength, grabbed my wrist, I thought to pull me away from her pussy.
Instead, she opened her legs a little and pulled my hand into her crotch
even tighter, sawing me up and down against her cunt, moaning constantly.
“Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God. Shit. Shit, Shit. Yes. There! Do it!”
I scrabbled my fingers, trying to get in under a pant leg edge. She
let go of my hand, lifting her hips as if to help me. I gave up and grabbed
the lacy crotch of her panties and pulled downward. Again, she heaved up,
and with her free hand, helped me pull them down, first to her low thighs
and then in a tangle of limbs, off, muttering the whole time, “Get ‘em off,
get ‘em off.”
What happened to my sedate and dignified mother? Where’d she
go and where did this lusty woman come from?
Freed of her feet, I pulled her silky panties to my nose, inhaling the
essence of her as she was groping in my lap, fruitlessly trying to pull down
my fly zipper.
“Christ! And I thought *guys* had a hard time with girls’ bras!”
she complained. “Help me, dammit.”
“Jesus, I can’t open my pants much less pull them down if you’re
sitting on me, can I?”
She laughed and said, “This isn’t going smoothly at this moment, is
it?”
Heaving her off my lap, dumping her on the couch, I replied, “No,
but it’s sure as hell is GOING . . . and right now!”
I shucked my trousers and briefs, my hard cock sticking up
obscenely. Mother’s dress and bra quickly joined the frantic pile of
clothing on the floor. Suddenly, we were both nude, or nearly so. I was
stunned at this out-of-control passion that had overwhelmed us.
A very small, detached part of my mind was observing the blind
…End of the part13. To be continued..