My Mom's Sexy Legsbyalwayswantedto©
My Dad started to stir so I quickly stuffed my cock back in my shorts and pulled my legs back. Mom pushed her skirt down to her ankles. I sprang up and grabbed the book. "I'll let you read it after if you're interested, Mom." I wanted to control her access to that book.
There was no way I was going to wait another seven weeks before touching her. The very next day, at breakfast, I made my move. My father was reading the newspaper and when she brought some juice to the table, standing beside me while filling glasses, I put my right hand behind her and grasped the inside of her left thigh. She was startled, but didn't move away and Dad didn't notice. That was all I was going to do, but then I starting bunching her dress up in my hand until I could reach under the hem and slide my hand up to her ass, sliding my fingers between her legs, reaching for her pussy. She finished pouring my glass without spilling a drop and then, amazingly, she leaned forward across the table and started to pour Dad's, but very slowly. I quickly took advantage, rubbing my fingers back and forth under her pussy and ass. When she straightened up I reached up and dragged her panties down over her ass, enough for me to slip my hand inside and down to touch her bare pussy. I pressed my thumb between her ass cheeks.
Dad looked up. I froze, but he couldn't see what I was doing. Mom remained calm. "Would you like some coffee too Harold?" He nodded and went back to his paper. She went and retrieved the coffee pot, and leaned right into me when she came back to the table. I slipped my hand back under her dress and quickly regained my position under her ass. Her panties were far lower on her legs giving me free and open access to her pussy. Had she scrunched them down while getting the coffee?
She was wet. I pushed two fingers in her cunt while she fiddled with the coffee pot, and ground my knuckles in a twisting motion several times before she leaned forward to pour my Dad's coffee. I pressed my thumb against her little rosebud and tried to push it in. She jumped a little, spilling the coffee and quickly walked away to the sink. My breakfast adventure was over.
I tried to act sick and stay home but she insisted that Dad give me a ride to school. I could hardly wait to get home. She wasn't there but she'd clearly been looking through my room for the book. She didn't come home until after Dad arrived. He went to his chair to watch the news and I headed straight for the kitchen to hang with Mom while she made dinner. But she wouldn't let me near her.
I retreated to my room, put my pajamas on and returned to the kitchen with the book in hand. Mom had dinner under control and was just waiting for things to cook. I sat down at the kitchen table and started to read the book, at the part where the son first took his Mom in the kitchen while his Dad was watching a football game. When she saw what I was reading, she came over and looked over my shoulder, reading along. I pushed the book further out into the middle of the table, and she leaned forward to read it. I pushed my chair back, reached over, and pulled her so she was standing in front of my chair.
I kept my hands on the outside of her thighs over her skirt, but didn't do anything else for several minutes. When she turned the page in the middle of the seduction scene, I reached down and pulled her dress up, baring her backside. I pulled her panties down until they were close to her knees. Still no reaction so I reached around the front of her thighs and plunged both hands in between her legs beside her pussy. Pulling her legs apart, I used my fingers to pull her cuntlips open. Holding them with my index fingers, I used my middle fingers to gently poke in and out of her cunt, alternating with a poke into her hole with one and a slide up and down her slit with the other.
I kissed her cheeks and then stood up, pressing my cock against her ass. She started to push back against my cock while I fingered her. The potatoes were boiling furiously! As she started to come I pushed her forward onto the table, her face right on the book, leaned on her back and hunched my cock against her ass. Shove, shove, shove. I burst against her, in my pants, and collapsed on her back. After a moment, I went to look after the potatoes which were boiling over on the stove. When I turned back she was gone, and so was the book.
Dinner was a quiet affair, neither my Mother or I speaking. My father was surprisingly animated, going on and on about his upcoming trip to secure a big contract. Mom and I just nodded along, not looking at him or each other. I mentioned that I'd rented one of my Mom's favorite movies but she said she wanted to get to bed early. Strangely, my father insisted she stay up because he needed to get a good night's sleep, that she should get changed right after dinner and maybe even sleep in the guest room. Inexplicably, he was pushing her right into my waiting arms, and eager cock.
We all went upstairs after dinner. My parents to their room and me to mine. But I went back to their room when I heard my Dad go into their bathroom. Mom was standing by the bed with her blouse open and her skirt unzipped at the back. I lounged in the doorway and watched. "Keep going," I said.
"Get out of here!" she shot back. "You're not doing anything else tonight. And you're certainly not going to watch me get undressed."
"All right, but when you come downstairs don't wear any panties."
"Don't you talk to me like that. I'm your mother!"
Her vehemence crushed me, and it showed on my face. "Oh, Mom, I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me," I said as I walked over to her.
For some reason, it was suddenly OK for me to be there while she was partly undressed, and to even take her into my arms and hug her. She hugged me back, and I could feel the tension leave her. "We're all a little tense. We've just GOT to get back to normal, sweetie," she said.
"OK, Mom. Let's just watch a movie together."
"Alright, but no funny business. Just a movie."
"Absolutely, Mom." I hugged her to me but took the opportunity to gaze down at her pert little tits. God I wanted to fuck her. And after an hour or so of being good, maybe I'd get the chance.
When Mom came down there was a full glass of wine and a bottle waiting on the table at her end of the love seat. I was sitting at the other end. When she sat down, I immediately started the movie, put a pillow between us and leaned against her. No attempt to look up her nightgown, or fondle her legs. Just an innocent movie experience.
Of course, she eventually got a stiff hip, twisted around from her side to put her back more squarely into the end of the sofa and took the pillow from between us to put behind her back. I nestled in between her legs and laid my head on its side on her stomach, intently watching the movie all along. But that's not where my attention was. I changed position a few times, gradually moving down farther until my head was on her lower tummy and my right shoulder was between her thighs nestled right below her crotch. She had her hand down over the side of my head, absently toying with my hair and my neck. I kept making little adjustments in my posture, supposedly to get comfortable, but always bumping, or scraping or rubbing her tummy with my head or pushing against the top of her thighs with my shoulder. I also managed to get my right hand under her right leg, up against the cheek of her ass with the thumb splayed up between her legs toward her pussy.
It suddenly dawned on me that I couldn't feel any panty line. I rubbed my chin against her, searching for the telltale ridge of a panty elastic, but I couldn't feel one.
"I am Mom. I'm just trying to get comfortable. My face is itchy." As I said this, I rubbed my chin into her lower tummy, very close to her mound. She seemed to accept this, so every few minutes I rubbed my chin against her, lower and lower, until I was actually rubbing it against the top of her pussy. My jaws were getting sore, I was chewing so much. I worked my hand further under her ass, so that my thumb could easily nestle in the crevice between her thighs along the line between her pussy and her ass. I started to move it gently from side to side. I had worked my right leg under her knee, and my cock, hard as a rock, was pressed against her calf.
She slowly raised her knees up. I raised my head to make room. Her nightie slipped down her leg, laying her bare to her hip. I lowered my head to get my chin back against her pussy. There wasn't room to lay it sideways between the V of her legs, so I turned my face down. I was looking right at her bare, shaven pussy!
I lowered my head and engulfed it in my mouth. I slipped my tongue into her and started to gently lap her like the extremely grateful puppy I was. "Tommy ... oh ... Tommy". I licked her for several minutes and then, with no need for further pretense, I pulled her down farther into the couch, raised myself up and pushed her thighs back against her little tits. I pushed my nose and mouth back into her. Several moments later, I pulled up and lewdly spread her legs wide. She was looking up at me in super flushed excitement.
"No more saying no, Mom." And I dove back in. Minutes later she came really hard, and the wash I got this time made the others seem like a trickle.
I grabbed her ankles and twisted her around until she was in front of me in the doggie position. "Put your head right down into the couch." She did, lifting her beautiful little pear shaped ass up toward me. I used my thumbs to spread her cheeks, pulling her rosebud into an open little hole. I slid my thumbs down and pulled her lips apart, opening her cunt. I scrunched forward, pressing my cock to her and slid it in. I fucked her slowly for several minutes, every once in a while pushing hard and holding it in, then got up onto my feet on the couch and really started to shove it to her.
Slam, slam, slam, hard press and grind, slam, slam, slam ... increasing my pace to a furious rate until I came, gushing my load into her. I slumped back on my knees pulling her with me, grasped a handful of her shoulder length hair and tugged back until her head was pulled up like a thoroughbred horse. Fuck she looked gorgeous. I ground my cock into her and found to my surprise that I was staying hard. I kept hold of her hair and slammed up into her, pounding furiously until I came again.
I pulled out and stood up and she collapsed forward onto the couch. Looking down at her I said, "I'm going to fuck you again tomorrow, before Dad goes to work and again when I get home from school so don't wear any panties." I left her there and went upstairs to bed.
My parents bedroom door was open the next morning when I got up. I could hear their shower running. I went downstairs to the kitchen. Mom was making breakfast. When I came in she turned and said, "Don't you even think about it. Your Dad will be down any minute."
I started toward her. She picked up a knife. I ignored it and walked right to her, put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her down to her knees and then further until she was squatting on her haunches. She still held the knife limply in her hand. I grasped her chin and tilted her face up to look at me. Her eyes were closed. I fished my cock out of my pajamas and pressed it down against her lips. She wouldn't open her mouth. I slid my cock around on her face and again pressed it to her lips.
"Dad will be down soon," I said, and pushed harder. Her mouth opened and my cock slid in. I held it there for a minute, then started to slowly fuck her face. I pushed it in far and even though I'm not big, she gagged and coughed drool onto my cock, making it very slippery. "That's right, let me slip it in, let me fuck your mouth". I started sliding it back and forth fast, then slow. Every so often I held it in deep, forcing her to gag and cough more drool onto my cock. I'd pull out and rub it around on her face, then feed it back in. I came, pulling out just soon enough to spurt some onto her face. I'd marked her.
I heard my father's steps coming down the stairs so I stuffed my cock back in my pajamas and went to sit at the table. When Dad came in, Mom had her head in the sink. I thought she was getting sick but she was just washing my spunk off her face.
Of course, she insisted that Dad drive me to school. But I dallied at the door and while he was getting the car out of the garage, I slipped my hand up her skirt and fingered her by the open doorway. She hadn't worn panties.
Mom wasn't there when I got home from school and didn't arrive until after Dad got home. Same old trick. That night, while Dad was dozing in his chair, I dropped a blanket on her lap and sat down in front of her. "Well?" I said when she didn't move. She swung her legs off the sofa and put her feet on the table. I reached up and started to manipulate her pussy. She was wet. I pulled down on her legs urging her to bring her ass forward to the edge of the sofa. I pushed several fingers into her until the wide part of my hand was twisting in her cunt. I worked her for several minutes like this. Then I twisted around and lifted my left hand up, palming its contents into my right hand, before putting it back near her cunt. Carefully, I slipped my vaseline-covered middle fingertip into her little hole. She stiffened right up but I kept working my finger in while I gently massaged her pussy with my other hand. After a few minutes she relaxed and I slowly worked my finger further in, then started fucking it in and out of her ass.
After a few minutes of this I pulled both hands away, got up and walked to the stairs. I turned around and, in full view of my dozing Dad, pulled my cock out and waved it at my Mother, beckoning her. Mom got up and came toward me. I went downstairs, past the laundry room to the spare bedroom. I stood just inside the door as she passed through the doorway and walked as if in a daze straight to the bed. Without stopping, she climbed up on the bed, pulled a pillow toward her and laid her tummy over it with her head on the mattress. She reached behind with both hands to pull her skirt up and over her behind and I shuffled up behind her.
"Spread your cheeks." She did and I rubbed more vaseline onto her rosebud, put my cock straight up to it, and pushed. It slipped in easier than I expected. Like I say, I'm not big and she was already greased up and ready. Very ready.
She moaned. More of a grunt really. I started fucking her, but not the furious doggy slam, slam, slam, and grind of the night before. I worked the pace up slowly, until I was on my feet pounding down on her but I soon slowed and pushed her flat on the mattress, laying along the top of her body. I preferred the close contact with her whole body, gently raising her head with my left hand on her throat, whispering fuck words in her ear. She liked this better too and I was rewarded with an incredibly passionate fuck. When we went back upstairs more than an hour later, Dad had gone to bed.
The very next morning, when I entered the kitchen, Mom turned around at the sink and sunk down to her knees. I pulled her up to her feet, kissed her gently for several minutes using my tongue, turned her around, lifted her dress and shoved my cock up her wet cunt. I started grinding into her. I could tell she loved the grind, as did I, and minutes later I finished with intense spasms against her rear.
"I want your ass again," I gasped into her ear.
"Tonight," she whispered back.
I couldn't wait that long. I took her as soon as I got home from school. I sucked her beautiful, long-nippled little tits and then spun her around onto the couch by the front window and took her ass. And yes, I had her again that night. She was waiting for me by the stairs in a new nightie that was cut very low front and back.
Mom stopped using Dad's presence to block me. If anything, she was more aroused if he was nearby so I had many stand-up kitchen and laundry room fucks. Mom would get up in the middle of the night and come to my bed and many times crept into my room to give me a blowjob, or get her pussy eaten, while Dad was in the shower.
In the summer, when Dad was away, she gardened in overalls with nothing underneath. I waited until she moved to an area hidden from neighboring eyes and fucked her on the grass. She teased mercilessly me for the rest of the summer, crouching in needlessly wanton ways, and not moving to "our spots" until she really wanted it and I desperately needed it.
We went on holiday together when Dad was away on business and encountered another woman and her son home for college break. They were close to each other but not in a sexual way. At the end of the second day together on the beach, the woman asked Mom why she always wore a summer dress instead of a bikini. She was shocked when Mom casually told her that I liked her to be naked underneath, and that she should try it too, that it felt special to do things like that for your son.
The next day the woman wore a summer dress and, lying on her side facing her son, exposed the back of her legs to me right up to her ass. She seemed to enjoy the secret tension from displaying herself to me. When her son went swimming I told her, point blank, to twist forward onto her tummy a bit and spread her legs so I could see her cunt. This clearly shocked her but when Mom quietly told her to do as I said, she simply did it. By the end of the day, I had fingered her several times.
That night, we introduced her son to maternal bliss. We had invited them over to our room to watch a movie and we all sprawled on the king size bed. I and the other son, Glen, lay on the outside with the two women between us. Before long, I began to lightly caress Mom's arms and legs, carelessly stroking her waist as I moved between, sometimes accidently slipping down over her bottom which was barely covered by her bikini.
The other kid tried to act like he didn't notice but there was no question where his attention really was. Mom said and did nothing except twist to give me better access when needed. The woman, Sally I think her name was, focused on the movie but my close attention to her breathing convinced me she was aware and quite excited to see me caress my mother in front of her and her son.
But the kicker came when I stretched my hand past Mom and stroked Sally's thigh. She was clearly shocked but she made no move to stop me. She stared at the movie, and her son stared at my hand as I lazily dragged my fingertips up and down her thigh. I returned to Mom's legs and stroked them on the inside, pressing her legs to open them for better access, and leaning down to kiss her shoulder when she accommodated me.
I switched back to Sally's thighs, stroking them for several minutes before pressing her knees apart. When she too allowed me improved access, I leaned across Mom and kissed her in the inside hollow below her shoulder. I trailed my fingers up and down Sally's inner thighs for some time, scratching my fingers up to that softest of places just beside her pussy. When I pulled my hand away, I told Glen to stroke his mother's leg while I attended to Mom.
You should have seen Sally's face when her son first touched her leg, scratching along her inner thigh like he'd seen me do. She was rigidly still and looking away from him at the TV but her face was a picture of ecstasy and extreme excitement. Mom was really aroused too. The heat emanating from her pussy was tremendous and her whole body trembled. Everyone seemed shocked when I let my hand continue at the top of Mom's thigh onto her bikini bottom, dragging through the 'V' of her pussy. Twice more I repeated that exquisite move to stunned silence.