“That’s it. Like that.” She said, as I massaged her shoulders.
Her ass rose up off the bed, pressing backwards. The contact was electric, as my cock pressed against the crack of her ass. I couldn’t help it. I reflexively thrust forward, my cock sliding along the crack of her ass. Suddenly it must have dawned on her what was touching her and she froze.
“I, uhm, I think that’s good enough.” She said, her voice strained.
I pulled back, as if burned and quickly climbed off.
“I, uhm, I’m …”
“It’s alright, David.” She said, not looking at me. “I’m feeling better.”
I made my way to the door. As I opened it mom called out to me.
“David, uhm, Thank you.”
I just nodded and rushed out the door. I wanted desperately to rush to my room, but I stopped, waiting with my hand on the door knob. I undid my shorts, letting my cock spring free. I just stood there, my hand on my cock, waiting, listening. After a few minutes, I heard it, that unmistakable buzzing. I stood there, eyes closed, listening. Images flashed through my head as I stood there, images of mom, her legs parted, the vibrator sliding slowly along the length of her smooth opening. My hand began stroking my cock, imaging it was pressed against her instead of the vibrator.
She wasn’t making a noise, but in my mind I heard her, softly moaning my name as she slowly slipped the vibrator between the lips, her passion clear to see in the glistening moisture covering her opening. I had written and rewritten the scene so many times I didn’t need the paper. I started softly, my voice barely more than a whisper.
“She watched as he slowly kissed his way down her body, his lips nibbling at her skin, sending little jolts of electricity through her. His hands grasped her legs, gently urging them apart. Her hips thrust upward involuntarily as he slowly kissed his way across her flat stomach. He paused at her belly button, gently probing it, as her thrusts became more urgent. She looked down at him, watching as he kissed his way lower, his lips parting her glistening opening.”
I could hear her moaning now. I knew this was more than just dangerous, it was insane. My own hand dropped down to caress the bulge in my shorts.
“In a last ditch effort, she reached down, grasping his head, lifting it up. He looked at her and smiled, as his hands spread her legs even further apart. She writhed and twisted, feeling his fingers press against her flesh, sliding along her thigh. She wanted to stop him, to stop this madness but her need burned through her stealing all reason and control. She knew she was his to do with as he wished, and she relished the thought. He began kissing again, wet caresses of his tongue, slowly making its way downward.”
Her moans were louder now, and I swore I heard her call my name. One hand was still resting on the door handle, and it was all I could do to not open the door. This was insane, and I knew I should stop, but it had gone too far already.
“She surrendered, opening her legs further as he continued his caresses. All thoughts of stopping this madness had fled, leaving only her all-consuming need. Again his tongue pressed into her, caressing her, driving her mad. Her legs began to tremble, as his tongue grazed across her clit. Her hands pulled his head tight against her as she began thrusting upward, her need taking complete control. The first waves of her orgasm washed over her, drowning her in pleasure as she cried out his name.”