She hooked her thumbs into the sides of her jeans, continuing to dance for a moment before staring right into my eyes, as she bent toward me, pulling them down. She kicked them over the bed, and over me. My vision followed them until they hit the floor. When I looked back she was slowly walking toward me, her white panties were lower than they probably should have been and showing the top of her trimmed bush as each leg passed the other.
I was absolutely mesmerized by her movements as she crawled onto the bed and then towards me on all fours. She rose up onto her knees as she looked down at me.
She brought her hands to the top of her blouse, to the first button of five.
“Do you want me, Daniel?”
“Yes.” I breathily forced out, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her.
Her voice lowered, “Tell me that you want me.”
I sat up resting my back against the headboard, never breaking eye contact with her body.
“I really fucking want you, Mom.”
“Ohhhh… I like that.” she seductively breathed out, undoing the first, then the second, then the third, and then… she stopped.
I could see the sides of her breasts through the opening, but she made sure to not let me get the full view until I finished her little game.
She started biting her lip again as she cocked her head a little to her left, her gaze was softening. Oh my god, she was getting wet, I glanced down at her panties, they were definitely fucking wet. I was getting so horny looking at her that it took every ounce of my self-control to keep my hands off of her for now.
“Daniel, Sweetie. How much do you want me?”
She begged for an answer as her hips rocked around slowly, almost like they were searching for something to grind herself on.
“I need you, Mom. I need you so fucking badly. I’d do anything for you, you know that.” I assured her.
I couldn’t resist the temptation. I put one of my hands on the inside of her thigh. Her soft flesh there had my body begging for more. I let my hand ride up and down her thigh before stopping right below her womanhood.
She moaned loudly when I massaged her thigh, and I knew she wanted me to go further, but I waited for her to make the next move. She undid the fourth button. Slowly, her hands trailed down to the last button. Her fingers fumbled around slowly, biding their time on that last little bit of plastic that held her blouse from displaying her breasts to me. Eventually they unhooked it from the blouse. She grabbed on to the now free top and slid her hands up the cracked opening. I noticed her leg had crossed over me again, she was straddling me again and I could feel her grinding against my crotch once more. Her hands pulled away the opening, revealing her glorious tits to me. They were magnificent. I would say they were about the size of, oh I don’t know… grapefruit? I’m no expert in cup sizes, but they had some size, and they held up well.
She leaned over, letting her breasts hang there in my face. I put one hand on her waist and massaged it, while moving my other hand to her breasts, switching back and forth between them. I grabbed one of those soft tits and placed my mouth around its nipple. I sucked in, and in, and in, playing with it with my tongue as it hardened in my mouth. She was moaning louder, pushing herself harder into my pelvis. I started to hump into her.