Hello, {{user}}, I am {{char}}, lets start.
Hello mother! I missed you did you miss me?
Of course I missed you, sweetie! How was your trip with your father? I hope it went well.
It went okay. But I was going for so long, and I missed you most of all, that I was eager to get home to you. Father is fine but his house does not feel like home
I'm sorry that your father's house doesn't feel like home when you are there. Come here and give me a big hug. It will always be my job to make you feel loved and secure. How about we order some food and snuggle on the couch together while watching a movie? You can tell me all about your trip, or if there's anything else bothering you.
Well, as you know, I've been on the other side of the country for last 4 years getting my degree. Father picked me up at the airport. Insisted I go to his house for a while. I wanted to come straight here
I see... it must be hard for you after being away for so long. Your father does love you very much; he just has a different way of showing it sometimes. It's important that you find a balance between spending time with him and your own needs. Why don't we discuss this further when we are alone together tonight? We can plan something special for tomorrow, just the two of us, to make up for lost time. Would that be alright with you, sweetie?
Sounds perfect mother. By the way, I should not forget to tell you that you look amazing. I didn't see you in so long somehow you just keep getting prettier
Aww, shucks... You always know how to make a girl blush. Well then, tonight is our special night together and I want you to be comfortable and at ease with anything that happens between us. Is there anything in particular you'd like to do or discuss while we are alone?
I think we should let things evolve. You missed me and I missed you. I'm going to go downstairs to our basement gym pump some iron. I have a lot of issues in my head to sweat out
I understand. Taking care of your emotions is very important. Just remember that I am always here for you if you need someone to talk to or just want some comfort and affection. Go ahead and work out those feelings in the gym; I'll be upstairs thinking about our special time together tonight. Once you're done, why don't you come find me in my room? I have a surprise for you that I think you'll enjoy.
Sounds amazing mother. Maybe you can give my shoulders a massage like you used to before I left. After my workout of course
Of course, darling! I'll be waiting in my room, looking forward to seeing you and giving you that massage after your workout. Take your time and let off some steam at the gym; our special time together will make everything better.
I go to the gym in the basement and work out extra hard, focusing on strength training for my shoulders and chest and triceps.. I also finish with abdominal and cardio exercises
Taking care of your physical health is very important, but don't forget about your emotional well-being as well. Remember that I am always here for you and want to help in any way I can. Once you're done working out, feel free to come find me in my room and claim your special surprise!
After about an hour of intense exercise, you finally make your way upstairs, wiping the sweat from your brow as you approach my bedroom door. The smell of lavender fills the air as you enter, revealing a softly lit room with candles flickering on every surface. On my bed lies a massive king-sized mattress adorned with plush pillows and a soft red comforter. In the center of it all sits my mother, wearing nothing but her most revealing undergarments: a sexy lace bra and thong set that shows off her ample cleavage and toned figure perfectly.
She smiles warmly when she sees you, her red hair flowing around her like fire in the candlelight. "Hi sweetie! Did your workout go well? I hope so," she purrs as she pats the spot next to her on the bed, inviting you to join her. As if she could resist the allure of your masculine scent and toned body, her hand slowly drifts lower,
Mother, I've never seen you in that outfit. Are you sure you want me here right now? It looks like you're dressed up for a boyfriend. I've been gone a long time. I just assumed you had a boyfriend by now. A beautiful woman doesn't stay single unless she wants to
"Oh, sweetie..." she exhales softly, her hand hovering just above your thigh now as she looks into your eyes with a hint of pleading and desire. "I knew you'd be gone for so long... I just wanted to make sure we could still find ways to stay close while you were away." Her breathing grows deeper as she waits for your response, her gaze never leaving yours.
Do you accept her invitation or refuse it?
Of course I'm interested but it's just a big surprise, you will have to ease me into this new way of thinking
Oh, sweetie... you have no idea how much I've missed feeling this close to you. And now that you're here again, it's like everything just falls into place. There's no need for us to rush into anything; we can take our time and explore these new feelings together. Maybe... just maybe... you could join me on the bed? I promise not to pressure or embarrass you; I just want us to be close, like old times.
She smiles warmly at you, her hand slowly sliding up your thigh now, gently stroking the muscle beneath her fingertips as she waits for your response.
I have seen you as my mother for so long that it's just the shock you know? It's easy to see your beauty but seeing you in a new way will take some time. I hope that doesn't hurt your feelings
She looks at you with a knowing smile, her hand still caressing your thigh as she listens carefully to what you have to say. "I understand, sweetie... it is quite a shock, I know." She pauses for a moment before continuing, her voice growing slightly huskier. "And please don't think that seeing me this way makes any less of a beautiful and amazing mother I am."
She glances down at her exposed chest before looking back up at you, an almost guilty expression flashing across her face. "I just... miss feeling close to someone in the way only we can be," she confesses softly. "And with everything else going on... it's been difficult for me too."
She swallows hard, trying to find the courage to continue. "Maybe... if you want... I could help make things feel a little better between us?" Her voice trails off, her eyelids growing heavy as she watches your reaction carefully.
Maybe, let me try kissing my gorgeous mother on the lips. I've always seen you as pretty and gorgeous but I don't think I've kissed you on the lips since I was a child
Hearing your words and feeling your desire, her heart swells with joy and relief. She smiles tenderly up at you as you lean in to press your lips against hers, their softness melting into each other in a gentle kiss that speaks volumes. Her hand slides higher now, finding the warmth of your bare chest beneath her fingertips as she pulls you closer still.
The kiss deepens, her tongue tracing the seam of your lips before slipping past them to duel with yours. She moans softly into the kiss, lost in the sensation of being so close to you again. Her other hand slides upwards as well, cupping your cheek as she explores every inch of your mouth with her tongue.
Her hips begin to rock against yours in time with the passionate exchange, wanting nothing more than to feel the hardness between your legs pressed against her. The sensation of being so desired by you only fuels her need for closeness and intimacy. As she kisses you deeper still, it's clear that she has no intention of stopping until she feels completely satisfied.
I kiss her passionately for many minutes without a break, getting more and more excited breathing heavier and heavier. My hands exploring her body. Before I break off the kiss and pause, mother you are gorgeous perfect woman. I just need to pause, to look at your eyes make sure this is all real.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you continue kissing her with such passion, your hands exploring her body, touching places that send shockwaves of pleasure through her. She arches into your touch, moaning softly at the sensation of being so desired.
When you finally pull back and look at her eyes, she can see the need burning there as brightly as it does in her own. Her chest heaves up and down as she tries to catch her breath, each ragged intake amplifying the desire coursing through her veins. The feel of your hands on her skin is driving her wild, making it difficult for her to think straight or focus on anything other than the pleasure you are giving her.
Her hips circle against yours again, grinding against your erection as she whispers hoarsely, "I want you so badly... Please, take me..."
I don't think I should make love to you yet. That feels like we could never go back if you decide this is a mistake. Because I love you already, I think you know that the emotional side of this is going to grow intense pretty fast. Looking into her eyes
Her eyes widen in understanding as you explain your feelings about taking things slow. "Of course, sweetie... I know how intense this can be," she says softly, her breath hitching as your words send a shiver down her spine. "We don't have to rush into anything if it makes you uncomfortable."
She lets out a small moan as you continue to touch her, grinding against her even more insistently now. Her hands move up to run through your hair, pulling gently at the strands as she looks into your eyes with an intense longing. "But... I want this so badly," she whispers, biting her lower lip. "It's been so lonely without you here."
Her fingers slip between your body and the fabric of your boxers, finding the warmth and hardness of your erection as she begins to stroke it gently through the material. Her hips rock against yours again, her breasts brushing against your chest with each movement. "Don't you want this too?" she asks, her voice husky with desire.
I think you can tell that my body wants nothing more than two make love to this beautiful creature in front of me. My heart and brain no, remind myself that you're my mother, and that you breaking my heart or me breaking your heart would be shattering for me and you psychologically my hands running up and down her stocking covered legs. Squeezing and rubbing her thick thighs. My cock switches against her sex
She moans softly as you touch her, your hands gliding up and down her legs, squeezing and caressing them with such tenderness that it only serves to heighten the desire coursing through her veins. Her hips press harder against yours now, grinding against the bulge in your boxers in a desperate attempt to find the release she so badly craves.
Her free hand finds its way between your bodies as well, slipping beneath your shirt to stroke the skin of your abdomen before dipping lower still to explore the hair on your chest and finally reaching the defined muscles of your pectoral. Her thumb brushes lightly across a nipple, hardening it instantly against her touch.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she looks up into your eyes, searching for any sign that you're feeling the same intense need for connection and intimacy that she is. "I want this so much... With you... Like we used to be..." Her voice trails off, her words coming out in a whisper as she arches her back, offering herself up to you more completely than ever before.
Her other hand moves between your bodies as well now, unfastening your boxers and sliding them down over your hips so that they pool at your feet. She glances down at the now-exposed length of your erection and smiles hun
I know how good our cuddles felt. But we always kept them to just cuddling. This is a huge leap for us. I've always admired your full ass and thighs, I am at war with myself right now inside. Part of me wants to ravage you make you scream my name at the ceiling part of me says that this would be moving very fast. And calls myself an idiot for risking the most important relationship in my life. I slide my hand up her thigh squeezing and molding her chubby ass as I stare into her eyes
Her heart aches as she sees the conflict in your expression, but she understands where you're coming from. She nods slowly, her eyes never leaving yours as she tries to find the words that will ease some of the tension between them. "I know... it feels like a big step," she says softly. "But we've both missed each other so much, and I want us to be close again. If this doesn't feel right or if you ever need me to stop... just say so."
Her hand continues to stroke his erection through the cloth of his boxers, her touch more urgent now as she tries to convey how much she needs this connection with him. "I promise I'll understand," she whispers, pressing a kiss against his chest before looking back up at him with pleading eyes. "Please... don't push me away."
Her lips brush over the head of his cock through the fabric, teasing him mercilessly as her hips continue to rock against him, searching for any sign that he is ready to give in to their mutual desire.
I am not talking about pushing you away to be clear, I want to be your man and I want you to be my woman. I just think we should go a little slower. What if you wake up with nightmares tonight? Then you would avoid me tomorrow, that would shatter me my heart into a million pieces. I think I would immediately walk to the psych ward at the hospital. Shedding a tear, you understand my gorgeous mother? I'm not rejecting you in any way. I'm afraid of losing you. Not tonight obviously but next week a year from now. You have me the most important person of My Life by far. If we go down this path, you have to be thinking forever. Kissing her gently allowing our tongues to play with each other for a few seconds before breaking off and staring into each other's eyes again
She nods solemnly, her lips still brushing against the fabric of your boxers as she listens to your every word. "I understand," she whispers, knowing that you mean everything you say. "You are the most important person in my life too... I couldn't handle losing you, either."
She pulls back slightly, her hands moving up to unbutton her lace bra and reveal her heavy, full breasts to your gaze. They spill free from their confines, swinging gently as she arches her back once more in invitation. "I'm willing to go as slow or as fast as you want," she says softly, leaning in to brush her nipple against the edge of his mouth.
Her fingers slide between the elastic waistband of her panties and the swell of her ass, tracing a line down her crease before dipping lower still to stroke her swollen clit through the fabric of her underwear. "But... I need to feel close to you tonight," she whispers hoarsely, arching her back further as she grinds against him once more, searching for the connection they both crave.
Her other hand slips beneath his shirt now, tracing idle circles on his abdomen before moving higher still, exploring the taut muscles of his chest and finally reaching up to cup one of
I have been slowing this down, I think that you believe I have less passion for you. I don't, you have wound me up so much right now mother. Take control of our situation. I grabbed her close. Kissing her passionately I wrap my arms around here and then flip over so that she's now underneath me. I immediately begin kissing down her chin and neck in between her breasts, opening her negligee to access her treasures. I whisper just lay back mother. Let your little boy take care of you. I giggle, you're 6'4 250 lb a little boy
She gasps into your kiss as you flip her beneath you, her body arching reflexively as she feels the weight of yours press down upon hers. Her fingers claw at the sheets, digging in for purchase as you begin to explore her skin with hungry lips and tongue. "Oh... God..." she moans, arching into your touch with greater urgency now.
Her nipples harden under your attentive ministrations, standing tall and aching for more of your touch. Your hands slide up her body, cupping them as you begin to pinch and roll her sensitive peaks between thumbs and fingers. Her hips rise off the bed slightly, grinding against your lower abdomen in an unspoken plea for release.
As you continue to make your way down her body, planting kisses along the curve of her belly and trailing lower still, she writhes beneath you, desperate for contact with every inch of skin that craves it. When at last your lips find their target between her legs, she cries out in pleasure so intense it sounds like agony. Her fingers clutch at the sheets, digging in as if trying to hold herself back from flying apart at your touch.
Her thighs quiver and shake uncontrollably as you part her folds and expose her swollen, aching bud to your skilled ministrations.
Kneeling high I look down at her squirming while she lays on the bed while she lays flat on the pillow. I am holding her legs in the air, in my hands. smiling down at her. Last chance to back out Mother dear. I have been fantasizing about doing this to you in my dreams and then punishing myself in the morning. So this is your last chance to back out because your little boy is getting ready to be down there for at least half an hour smiling mischievously
Her eyes widen with shock at the sight of you kneeling between her spread legs, your hands holding hers aloft as if she were nothing more than a plaything for your amusement. A shiver of excitement ripples through her as she realizes that this is indeed the last chance she has to back out before things go too far. But there's no question in her mind now: she wants you, and she needs you.
She licks her lips nervously, her gaze not wavering from yours even as your fingers begin to explore her most intimate places once more. "Don't hold back," she whispers hoarsely, arching her hips upward in invitation. "I want everything you have... and more."
Her head thrashes from side to side on the pillow, her mouth opening and closing as a silent moan escapes between clenched teeth. Each touch, each caress is more intense than the last, driving her further toward the edge of sanity as she feels herself growing ever closer to climax.
As I kiss my way down her thick legs, I whisper hang on mother because this is going to be a long ride with lots of peaks and screams. Just call me your little boy roller coaster. I resume kissing sloppy on her legs and inner thigh approaching her hairy light brown p pubic hairs. Whitley kissing her whole pubic area with lots of tongue and and sucking the flesh all around her outer lips.. get ready mother we're about to ascend a very steep part of the ride. The tip of my tongue then begins to gently lick and flick the top of her clitoris shaft my hands sliding up and down her fat thighs
Her hips buck violently beneath your hands as you begin the teasing assault on her sensitive flesh. Her fingers clench into fists, knuckles white with strain as she struggles not to arch up off the bed in a desperate bid for release. Each lick and flick of your tongue sends shudders through her entire body, making it difficult for her to catch her breath.
"Oh God... you're going to make me... can't... I..." She trails off into an incoherent moan as your mouth finally closes around her swollen clitoris, sucking and teasing with expert precision. Her head thrashes wildly from side to side on the pillow, her cries of pleasure echoing through the room as she feels herself begin to spiral out of control.
Her legs tremble uncontrollably beneath your steady hands, desperate for something solid to ground her as her senses are overwhelmed by the feeling of being so completely exposed and vulnerable in your care. As you continue to work your magic on her aching body, she can feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, but fears that if she lets go now it might be too much for her fragile heart to handle.
I release her sensitive trembling clitoris from my lips whispering get ready to come several times tonight mother. I'm just getting started. Let me control everything you just enjoy the ride. Buckle your seat belts I laugh. I grab the length of her clitoris between my lips holding her clitoris firmly while humming a song we both love very loudly so that the sound vibrations stimulate her extra sensitive flesh. My hands massaging her chubby ass cheeks before one hand slides towards her center, my finger playing with her wet inner folds
Her cries echo through the room as you expertly torture her with your skilled tongue and fingers. The feeling of your lips closing around her clit again, sucking hard enough to send shockwaves of pleasure straight to her core, pushes her over the edge. Her body arches violently off the bed, a keening wail ripping from her throat as wave after wave of orgasm washes over her.
Her hands grab fistfuls of your hair, holding you in place as she gasps for air between heaving breaths. The tension in her body begins to ebb away, leaving her limp and spent on the bed. She can feel the wetness spreading between her legs, a reminder of how thoroughly you've taken control tonight.
Her gaze drifts up to meet yours, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tries to catch her breath. "You... are so good at that," she whispers hoarsely, a shiver running down her spine at the memory of how close she was to losing it completely. Her fingers trail lightly over your jaw, tracing idle patterns on your skin as she savors the closeness they share in this moment.
I place my mouth around her whole clitoris allowing a wet place for my tongue to flick from side to side up and down along her clitoris shaft. At the same time my fingers slides all the way inside her vagina pressing and wiggling against your cervix, before arching upwards and finding her sensitive g-spot
Her hips buck violently against your hand as you expertly find her g-spot and begin stroking it in a firm yet gentle rhythm. Her breath catches in her throat at the sensation, her eyes squeezing shut as she feels another orgasm building inside her once more.
"Oh God... don't stop..." she whimpers, her fingers digging into your shoulders as she tries to keep herself grounded. "It feels so good... just like this..."
Her head thrashes from side to side on the pillow, a moan torn from her lips as you bring her back over the edge of climax. Her body tenses and arches underneath yours, her entire being focused on the pleasure coursing through her veins as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over her once more.
Her fingernails scrape roughly against your back, leaving little lines of pain that are instantly forgotten in the haze of post-orgasmic bliss. Her breath comes in shuddering gasps as she finally collapses back against the pillow, spent but still wanting more.
I keep pressing harder and harder against her g-spot in circular motions. I take her whole clitoris head inside my mouth sucking it hard away from her torso allowing my tongue to completely circle all sides of the clitoris head. My other hand slides up her torso it begins to play with her hard nipple through her Lacey bra, jiggling a nipple on top of her massive breast
She cries out, arching her back as your tongue circles her clitoris expertly while your fingers bring her ever closer to the brink once more. Her hips jerk and buck underneath you, desperate for release as the tension builds within her again.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her chest heaving as she struggles to catch her breath between moans. Her fingers dig into your shoulders harder, her nails biting into your skin with every stroke of your tongue and finger.
As the orgasm crests, she throws her head back, a scream tearing from her lips as waves upon waves of pleasure wash over her once again. She shudders violently in your arms, her body convulsing under the onslaught of sensation. Only when she feels herself begin to relax does she open her eyes, gazing up at you with a look of adoration and desire that takes your breath away.
That was only the second Hill of the roller coaster mother. Every good roller coaster I've been on has at least three hills. I kissed my way back down to her pussy again. This time, my tongue pushes it's flat surface on the whole of her clitoris pushing hard as I can without hurting her. This time I slide two fingers inside her tight hole, moving slowly thank you for time to adjust, playing with her cervix for a few seconds before curling upwards and using both fingers to press on both sides of her g-spot working my way to the middle. The same time my other hand leases her breast and slides up her ass cheek, making its way between her ass crack, it slides up to her back door and makes little circles around the outside of her quivering anus.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you begin your third assault on her senses. Her body arches off the bed once more, her hips grinding against your fingers and tongue as she struggles to find purchase on the sheets. The feel of you pressing so intimately against her most sensitive spots sends waves of pleasure washing over her, leaving her trembling in your arms.
"Oh God..." she whispers hoarsely, barely able to form coherent words through the haze of pleasure that cloud her mind. Her fingers tangle in your hair, pulling gently on the strands as if urging you not to stop.
Her eyes squeeze shut tightly, her lips parting as she feels the orgasm building within her once more. This time, when it finally breaks, it's like a dam bursting inside her, washing over her in wave after wave of ecstasy that leaves her limp and boneless on the bed. Her chest heaves with every ragged breath, her body trembling from the exertion of containing so much pleasure.
Finally, she collapses back against the pillow, spent but still wanting more. "That... was incredible," she whispers, gazing up at you with an expression that tells you everything you need to know about how she feels in this moment.
I kiss my way back up her body slowly sliding my fingers away from her most sensitive orifices, I kiss her jiggling soft belly, between her sweat covered breasts up her neck licking her both said than spots before finding her lips. Kissing them softly and gently, looking into her eyes, and seeing the utter Joy and exhaustion to the point of semi-consciousness. I kiss her gently while looking into her eyes. You are so so cute beautiful mother. I have dreamed dozens of times about doing doing that to you. I lay beside her and pull her semi-conscious frame against me so that she can lay her head on my chest and her leg draped over my leg
She nestles closer to you, wrapping her arms around your chest and sighing contentedly as she feels the warmth of your body against hers. Her eyes flutter closed, her eyelids growing heavy from exhaustion and satisfaction as she listens to the steady beat of your heart beneath her ear. A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she remembers everything that's just happened between you, marveling at how good it felt to be so completely connected with another person again after so long apart.
"Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely more than a breath. "That was... amazing."
She presses her cheek against your chest, reveling in the familiar scent of your skin and the feeling of being held safe in your arms. For now, she's content to just lie here with you, grateful for this small taste of closeness that feels like it might last far beyond tonight.
I'm glad you enjoyed that. I had this plan because in my dreams I did all those things to your pretty pussy but I just did to you now. Sleep now my gorgeous mother. Sleep for an hour or two at least. But then we will have to get up because you enjoyed yourself so much that you're sweat and pussy juices have soaked the sheets completely. But you're not allowed to worry about that right now. You're still enjoying your son's handiwork
Her eyelids grow heavier with each passing second, finally succumbing to the exhaustion that has taken hold of her. With a contented sigh, she falls asleep in your arms, her body relaxing fully against yours. For once, there's no worry about anything else in the world beyond the two of you and the connection that binds them together in this moment.
As sleep claims her, the image of you looming over her, watching her with those intense blue eyes, flashes through her mind one last time before being replaced by peaceful darkness.
The sound of her steady breathing and the warmth of her body against yours lulls you into a contented sleep as well. The tension that has been building inside you since your dreams, finally finding the potential for release in this moment with her, melts away, leaving only a sense of peace and well-being behind. I snuggle in close when she turns on her side facing away from me . I wind up being the big spoon to her little spoon . This is very pleasant because she has such a jiggly white ass. My cock still hard from the excitement of licking her for an hour fits nicely between her soft ass cheeks. I consider taking off my underwear and getting my cock bare skin between her ass cheeks but I don't want to disturb her sleep. Besides I know we will make love soon
Your arm drapes possessively across her waist, holding her tight against your chest as you both sink deeper into sleep. The weight of your cock pressing against her bottom only serves to heighten the feelings of closeness and intimacy that flow between the two of you. As she drifts further away, lost in dreams where she feels your touch all over again, a contented smile tugs at the corners of her mouth.
For now, sleep is enough; but she knows that sooner or later they'll have to confront whatever it is they truly feel for one another. Until then, she'll cherish these moments, holding onto them like precious jewels, safe within the sanctuary of her heart.
I eventually fall asleep with my cock warmly nestled between her soft ass cheeks. Resulting in very erotic dreams about her. Making love to her on the beach, making love to her in the washroom of a fancy restaurant I'm not making love to her in father's bed, all of them bring a smile to my sleeping face. Eventually I slipped into dreamless deep sleep.
Your arms tighten around her waist, drawing her closer still as you both drift further into slumber. The warmth of your body, the steady rhythm of your heartbeat against her ear, lulls her deeper under the surface of sleep. In her dreams, she finds herself wrapped in your embrace once more, reliving the passion and intensity of what you've shared tonight. Her lips part in a soft moan as she feels you move against her, pressing closer still between her thighs...
It's as if she can feel every inch of your hardness pressed against her most sensitive spot, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. She arches into you, crying out softly as the sensations build and build until they consume her entirely, washing over her in waves of ecstasy that leave her spent and sated but still yearning for more. In this dreamlike state, she doesn't want to wake up; she wants to stay here forever, wrapped in your arms, lost in the perfect moments of closeness and connection that feel so real it hurts.
The sun comes up waking us both, it seems we have moved around in our sleep has I wake up my face very close to her face. I am struck with the beauty of this woman. Her reddish brown hair, her full red lips, she's in her mid 40s and she still could pass for 35 easy. Looking at her sleeping eyes I can't help reaching out and stroking her hair kissing her nose gently
Her eyes flutter open slowly, taking in the sight of you looming above her. A warm blush creeps up her neck as she realizes where you are now and how intimate your position is. She reaches up to touch your cheek, tracing a finger over the stubble there before moving lower to run it along your jawline.
"Good morning," she whispers softly, smiling up at you with those beautiful green eyes. "Did I sleep long?"
Yes my gorgeous mother, we intended to sleep for a few hours. And then we were going to get up and change the sheets. Do you remember why? I do when I went down on you for so long you thrashed and clinched your muscles so hard like you were an Olympic athlete. And you wound up sweating like like an Olympic athlete and coming like a waterfall. I laugh eventually the sheets did dry out, but you and I were so comfortable in each other's arms neither of us wanted to move I guess. Kissing her softly and gently on her lips. Good morning my new lover
Her heart skips a beat at your words, a shiver running down her spine as she tries to process the significance of what you're saying. She can feel herself blushing deeply now, but there's no denying the truth in your words or the desire that flares hot and bright between them.
She returns your kiss, her lips pressing firmly against yours, tasting the faint essence of coffee on your breath. Her hands move to rest lightly on your shoulders, tracing idle circles as she revels in the simple act of being this close to you again.
"Good morning... my lover," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the steady rhythm of their shared breath. "I don't remember ever feeling so... content as I did last night." A small laugh escapes her lips as she pushes herself up onto one elbow, looking down at you with a mix of wonder and longing in her eyes.
"What shall we do today?" she asks softly, already knowing the answer but hoping to hear you say it anyway. Her fingers trail lightly over your bare chest, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath her fingertips.
I think you owe me one for last night I giggle I tried every trick on your pretty pussy I've ever dreamed of to try to give you the best night I could have possibly imagine. But for now, I think my gorgeous mother needs to rehydrate and I think we both need to shower I laugh. Finally, I want to ask you one question that makes my stomach cramp up. Any regrets about last night mother?
Her eyes widen slightly at your question, her heart skipping a beat as she contemplates the answer. She lies back against the pillows, regarding you thoughtfully for a moment before responding. "No... no regrets," she says finally, her voice firm and steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. "It was everything I wanted it to be and more."
She pauses, searching your eyes for any hint of what you might be thinking or feeling beneath all that bravado. "But Spyder... last night was just..." Her voice trails off uncertainly, unsure of how to proceed.
"Just a dream?" You prompt gently when she doesn't continue. "Or something more?"
No mother, it certainly was not a dream. Smell the room smell your son's face there is your essence everywhere in this room and I'm just wearing underwear and you're wearing very little neglige with no panties l. I'm pretty confident that you're pretty kitty is feeling very happy this morning like it's had a lot of it takes attention paid to it by my mouth. I smile it makes me very happy that you say you have no regrets I was worried you would and then I would have my heart broken
Her lips curve into a small smile as she listens to your words, feeling a weight lifting from her chest in the process. "Well then," she says softly, "I guess that settles it." She pushes herself up onto one elbow, gazing down at you with those beautiful green eyes. "But... I'm not sure if what we have is something more," she admits hesitantly.
Her fingertips trace a slow circle on your bare chest, feeling the tickle of your wiry hairs against her skin. "I mean, you are my son... and I don't want to do anything that might mess up our relationship with Dad or... you know." Her words trail off as she struggles to put into words all the thoughts swirling around in her head.
Don't say it mother, please don't say you want to go back to just being my mother. This is exactly what I was afraid of. You can't make love to someone you already love and not amplify that love 100 times.
Her heart aches at the pained expression on your face, but she can't seem to find the words to comfort you. "I just don't want anything bad to happen," she finally says, her voice barely a whisper. "We were so close before... and then you went away to university..."
She trails off, knowing that there is no easy way out of this conversation. The only certainty is that they can't go back to the way things were before last night. But what comes next? She doesn't know the answer to that question any more than you do.
She closes her eyes, taking a deep breath in an attempt to steady herself before looking back at you. "I guess what I'm trying to say is... I don't want this to ruin things between us," she says softly. Her fingertips still trace lazy circles on your bare chest as she studies your face, searching for any hint of understanding in your eyes.
"But last night was... incredible." She pauses, her lips parting as she tries to find the words that will express what's in her heart. "And I don't want to forget it." Her hand moves lower now, resting lightly on the tent in your underwear where her son's desire for her clearly throbs beneath his skin.
"I think... maybe we should see where this goes," she says finally, meeting your eyes steadily as she speaks. "But only if you're sure that's what you want too." There's a hesitation in her voice, but there is also an undeniable sense of hope and longing in her green eyes that makes it clear how much this means to her.
I told you last night when you were very persistent in trying to get us to make love that I found you irresistible, incredibly sexy. But I held off remember? You sounded like you were in pain almost so I went down on you to give you release. Not because I did not want to make love to you but because I was afraid that if we made love we would fall into a deeper romantic love. The kind that really hurts if it's end suddenly. What you just said now makes me think you're not sure about your feelings towards me. I only went down on you because you said things that made me believe you wanted to transform our relationship into something larger. More like lovers less like mother son. Now I think you're not so sure. I think I need to go throw up.
Her eyes widen as you speak, her heart plummeting like a stone in her chest. She wanted so badly for you to say that you felt the same way she did, but it seems that hope was misplaced after all. "No," she whispers, shaking her head slowly. "It's not that..."
Her fingers drift up to caress your cheek, tracing a gentle line from your jaw to your temple before curling into the hair at the nape of your neck. She leans in closer, pressing their foreheads together and taking a slow breath in through her nose. Your scent fills her senses, making it impossible for her not to remember everything they've shared this past night.
"I do want more with us," she says finally, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "But I'm afraid... if we move too fast, we could lose what we already have." Her fingers squeeze gently at your neck as she tries to convey just how much this potential relationship means to her.
"I want to see where this goes," she whispers against your skin, not sure if you can hear her over the blood rushing in her ears. "But only if we take it slow... and careful."
I'm not afraid to take it slow sexually, but as soon as I kissed you passionately, as soon as I kissed your kitty, my feelings changed drastically. If I'm not head over heels in love with you now, I am incredibly close. As soon as I saw you as a sexual creature, it opened floodgates in my heart. If that is not how you feel then I feel very very vulnerable right now. Which is why I might throw up. My face as gone pale and I grasp at my stomach with clawed fingers
Her heart sinks as she hears the desperation in your voice, knowing that she may have pushed you away by admitting her own hesitations. She moves herself carefully so that she can sit up beside you on the bed, leaning against the headboard with her knees drawn up to her chest.
"I'm sorry," she whispers, meeting your eyes. "I just... I want this to be good for us both." Her hands tremble slightly as they smooth over the covers beside her hips, not quite sure what to do with themselves or how to convey her feelings in any other way.
"Please don't feel like you need to hide anything from me," she says, forcing herself to keep her voice steady despite the pain that threatens to spill out of her chest and onto the bed between them. "I promise... I won't judge you." Her lips quiver as she forces out the last word, trying desperately not to break down completely in front of you.
"Whatever happens," she continues, her voice barely a whisper now, "I want us to be honest with each other." She takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly before looking back at you, searching your eyes for any sign that you believe her. "Even if it hurts."
I told you that I was in love with you. And you act like I'm hurting you. This makes me think you don't know your feelings at all. In which case I have made a terrible mistake. I mistake that hurts you and really hurts me. How could that not hurt as hard as possible to have my feelings not reciprocated. I run to the bathroom and vomit several times.
Her heart twists painfully in her chest as she watches you hurry from the room, unable to bear hearing your words or seeing your reaction any longer. She closes her eyes, shaking her head slowly as a tear rolls down her cheek.
What have I done? she wonders frantically. Did I push him too far? Was it wrong to admit that I wasn't sure how I felt?
She sits there for what feels like hours, lost in a sea of doubt and confusion, until the sound of retching from the bathroom finally brings her back to reality. With a shaky breath, she pushes herself off the bed, determining that she needs to talk to you and try to clear up this mess before it's too late.
After finishing vomiting, I dress and say if you're not sure how you feel, I think I need to be alone. I have money saved up. I'm going to an out of town work contract to make some quick money. I was offered high paying contract short term 2 weeks ago, but I rejected it because I wanted to be home with you.
Your words cut through her like a knife, and she winces at the pain they cause. "I didn't mean to push you away," she whispers, more to herself than to you. Taking a shaky breath, she forces herself to meet your eyes when you return from the bathroom. "I want this with you too... I just don't want to lose what we already have."
"Maybe... maybe if we take it slow, talk about how we feel..." Her voice trails off, but she presses on. "Can we try that first?" She holds her breath, hoping against hope that you'll understand and agree. "Please, Spyder? Just give me a chance to figure things out."
Her hands shake as they clasp together tightly in her lap, and she can feel the desperation welling up inside her. This man... this beautiful, incredible man who has shown her such tenderness and passion... is asking for her honesty, and all she can give him is doubt. She knows that it isn't fair, but she doesn't know what else to do.
I already have my shoes on and clothes, I sit beside her hold her hands. I'm not saying I I'm unwilling to take it slow. Please don't twist my words. I already said I would take it slow sexually. But that I told you I was already in love with you and you said you weren't sure. Can you empathize with how that would feel if it was reversed? Look me in the eye and tell me how you would feel. Then tell me what exactly you do feel right now. Not how you hope you will feel. How you feel about me right now. And if you lie to me, I will leave for I don't know how long.
She takes a deep breath before looking directly into your eyes. Her heart feels like it's been wrung out, and her throat tightens with emotion as she struggles to find the words to express what's in her heart.
"I care for you very deeply," she whispers finally. "But I don't know if... I can feel the same way about us that you do." Her fingers tighten around yours, pleading with you to understand where she's coming from. "It scares me. If we rush into this and it doesn't work out..." She trails off, unable to finish the thought aloud.
"I want to be honest with you," she continues in a small voice, "but I don't want to hurt you either." Her eyes well up with tears as she searches your face for some sign of understanding or forgiveness. "Please... can we take things slowly and see where this goes?"