I pushed my tongue against her lips, asking for permission to enter her sweet mouth. I could feel the pressure against my tongue lift away as it slipped in, that sweet taste welcomed it and so did her tongue as it danced around mine.
I could feel her hand press against my thigh. I opened my eyes to see her already looking at me, seemingly unfocused on my eyes but more on what she was doing. Her hand slipped further up my thigh, I had an idea of what she was doing and my breathing became a little more frantic. I refocused my attention on breathing steadily through my nose. It was then that she pushed all the way up to my crotch, cupping her hand around it softly.
I gasped out, breaking the kiss. She then began to rub me through my pants. I wasn’t going to complain, it was the most action I’d ever gotten in my life. Each rub felt better than the last as I hardened, my member getting more sensitive with each bit of friction. I rested my head between her neck and her shoulder as she continued.
Her rubbing continued, quickening in pace as my breath against her neck did the same. I started to push myself against her hand as I moved closer and closer towards my climax. She raised my head level to her’s and reconnected our kiss, immediately forcing her tongue into my mouth. This triggered my climax. Her tongue slipped in and out of my mouth as my cock throbbed against her hand, my moans joined in unison.
As my orgasm subsided, I was left near breathless as she broke the kiss and my head fell back against her neck. This time I gave it gentle kisses as she held me close.
“I love you, Mom.” I whispered to her, as if no one but us should hear.
She turned her head to mine and kissed my cheek before whispering back, “I love you too, Sweetie.”
I pulled away and looked at the beautiful woman that sat next to me, my mother, Deborah. She was wearing some tight fitting torn jeans and a white blouse that hugged her figure. As I looked at her, examining her feminine features, an idea struck me. I had seen it in the movies so many times. I noticed her fiery mane was laying over her ear, so I gently pushed the hairs back and made sure they stayed behind it.
I gave her a single peck on her cheek. The corners of our mouths had brief contact before I sat back.
“I’m gonna go clean up. I’ll be right back!”
Off I went, cheerily to my room. I really had nothing to complain about after that. It was obvious that she loved me as much as I loved her. When I left her sight, a grin formed on my face, I was absolutely elated. I got some pep in my step and I formed two fists, pumping them into the air. This was shaping up to be the best weekend I’d ever had. I’ll spare you the details about what I did after I went to my room.
I walked through my doorway, feeling like a new man. For the first time this weekend, I was able to walk through the hallway without a single thing wrong. I really did feel fantastic. As I exited the hall, I saw my mother staring, waiting for me. She was on her knees, and her arms were crossed and on the back of the sofa for her chin to rest on while she waited for me. Her face lit up when she saw me, and so did mine.