A Gift From Mom – Chapter 5

(incest adult stories) A Gift From Mom – Chapter 5

5. Sorting out her feelings.

Her emotions swirled.

For the rest of dinner, they bantered about his turning twenty-one. The mood was lighter than when they had talked about changes between them, and she was very glad about that.

He stunned her yet again with the server though. As they wrapped up dinner with the server, Patty had cajoled the server into giving Billy her phone number. Patty had told her they were celebrating Billy’s birthday, and that Angie would have to join them the next night.

Angie hadn’t hesitated to give Billy a slip of paper with her number on it. Billy and Patty then went to the walkway by the ocean, and he talked about how happy he was that Patty was there with him that weekend.

Patty tried to shift their focus, and said they should come and get Angie Saturday night. Billy simply said ‘no’. He took out the slip of paper Angie had given him and he tore it into pieces. He flailed it into the wind, and the pieces scattered. They both couldn’t help but laugh.

A rush of surprise moved her, and if he intended flattery, then it worked. It was like he chose being with her over the young coed. The idea delighted her.

Then, he turned to her and hugged her. She squeezed him back. She liked how they felt. When he pulled back, he only waited a second, and then he moved his face to hers. Shocked, she flinched and withdrew from him.

He pulled her hand to where she came back close to him. His other hand cupped her cheek, and this time she didn’t turn away. She took his soft kiss to her lips and savored it. When they had been embraced for a moment, his lips opened hers and his tongue was there. Her mouth pressed to his and both kissed.

She broke away, but only after several seconds.

“We can’t be doing that. Anything like that.”

She abruptly led them back to the room where they readied for bed. She reflected on their kiss as she went into the bathroom to change for bed.’How have I let it get to this?’ She stripped her clothes and looked at her shorts and tee she was going to sleep in. ‘And now I’m getting into the same bed with him? This is a bad, bad idea.’

She inhaled deeply and opened the door from the bathroom. She would tell him that one of them needed to get a roll away bed. Once she stepped into the room, she paused. It was dark, and he was already in bed. She paused and decided to just turn in, too. Maybe, an awkward situation had been averted. Tomorrow, she would have to talk with him.

She eased into the big bed. She immediately turned onto her side, facing the huge window and away from Billy. The bed was soft and very comfortable. She tugged a sheet up to her shoulders. Her breathing slowed for the first time all night.

In the quiet of the room, she watched the surf outside, but could still see her silhouette in the bed. ‘What is happening here?’ She was well aware she had to put the brakes on their growing affection, but there was a current in her that stirred her.

When he had kissed her, a lightness had washed over her. She experienced the sensuousness of his mouth, but the effects had traveled her whole body. Her mind fixed on what she had felt deeply. As soon as she did, the sensation was back.

‘I must be crazy’. How in the world was she responding to him the way she was? Even worse, it had returned. She even thought of slipping back into the bathroom to remedy her state.

Then, his hand came to her shoulder. It was slight at first. Just a touch to where his fingers met her shirt at her mid shoulder. She didn’t speak. She found herself uncertain what she wanted to say.

His hand then expanded and it was flat on her shoulder. It was gentle but it was now firm. A thought told her to tell him not to, but she didn’t speak.

His hand started gripping her muscle and then releasing it. There were three or four squeezes, and then it moved in a circle. His large palm massaged the entire right shoulder blade that was in front of him. She felt tension release from her back.

‘What am I thinking, letting this happen?’

His rubbing on her shoulder, spread to her back, and the effect was to draw the sheet further down. His hand was firm and kneaded at her. Her body absorbed his strong touch.

It impressed her as some of the most sensual and loving caressing she had experienced in a long time. She realized she didn’t want it to stop.

‘Is this what I want? I can’t believe I feel so caught up in this.’ Her entire body was buzzing with a tingling she adored. Part of her still resisted, but her aching was too intense.

In a long, slow move, her arms went above her head, while her torso tilted downward onto her stomach. Her face was set into the nook of her left elbow, and her right arm stayed on the bed and over her head, too.

She was flat on her stomach, and the sheet was at her waist. Both his hands now pressed her mid back, and he braced on them to sit up. The pressure on her back kept up, and he went to bringing his hands upward and then sturdily back down.

The full strokes on her back alternated with occasional squeezes to her shoulders, and her body was like putty. Her breathing went ragged.

There was movement on the bed, but his hands didn’t leave her back. She did feel the sheet go lower.

A couple of more slow strokes down her back, and she was completely relaxed and flat onto the bed. Her entire body was stimulated.

Several thoughts danced in her mind. The tender kiss earlier outside, the remembrance that she hadn’t been this turned on since Brad, and the certainty that she could explode with ecstasy at any moment.

His hands went over her back and onto her glutes, and she instantly responded. No hesitation at all. Only total instinct and reaction. Her hips lifted off the bed. She hovered there.

Just as she hadn’t hesitated, she picked up that he didn’t either. His right hand curved right between her cheeks and then his hand palmed her crotch. Her head shot upward off the bed. Looking forward towards the head of the bed, she grunted.

His hand pressed and then rubbed, and she was moving with it. Her hips desperately needed the feel of his hand, and she pushed at it. He toyed with her and let it go inside a thigh, and when she wiggled urgently, his hand came back.

His hand worked inside the leg of the shorts, and it drug up over bare skin. Her head bobbed with recognition. His hand was in her shorts. The next sensation was his fingers on her wet lips between her legs.

Two of his fingers slid over her clit, and she lost it. Her body shook violently and she screamed out from her throat. His hand held her flat between her legs and then he reached under her. In a blur, she felt his second hand get to her clit to rub, and the first then centered at her lips. In an instant, two fingers entered her, and she shouted out another scream.

He held her in place and flicked his fingers while she writhed uncontrollably. More yelps came as she kept shaking and spasming. Several moments passed.

As she started catching her breath, he let her ease back onto her stomach. Waves of pleasure still rolled her, as dizziness clouded her. She knew she had never come that hard. She heard herself panting.

Patty gradually turned over onto her back, and at the same time, Billy was turning onto his side where he was facing away from her. She was still trying to orient herself, when he reached behind his back. His hand found her wrist and pulled, bringing her up against his back. She was reeling, and the notion of spooning him was fine by her.

His hand didn’t let go of hers, but rather brought it around him. She propped against his back, and the daze from her orgasm left her very compliant.

His hand kept on hers, and brought it against bare skin she took for his lower stomach. She detected the light smattering of hair there. Her hand, held in his, started descending. She stopped him at first, but he tugged at it. When it moved further, it was tracing over thin cotton at his waist. It kept going further.

Her fingertips dragged over the front of his boxers to where they opened. She first noticed the prickly short pubic hair and she winced.

He wrapped her hand around the base of him, and she mashed her face into his bare back. She couldn’t believe her hand was on him. She damn sure couldn’t believe how open she had to make her hand once it was there. He was making her grip him, and her fingers barely touched together around him.

Despite not wanting to, her mind did a comparison. There had been only a few lovers, so the comparison was limited. She couldn’t think of any man she had been with who had this kind of girth there. She just couldn’t.

His hand closed more to keep hers to him, and then it moved. He pulled her hand up along him. He was very smooth but very hard. Their hands went further than she would have thought, and she gulped at what this no doubt meant. He stopped them when they reached the crown of his head, and then he was pulling them back down again. He pulsed in her palm, and she could hear him groaning already.

She held her eyes shut tight at the realization of what he had her doing. The wantonness of it piqued her. Once more, she felt herself react between her legs.

“Oh, Billy,” her voice was raspy.

A couple of up and down strokes had him rocking against her. He sounded out a low, continuous groan, and it struck her that he was as lost in his exhilaration as she had been just earlier. This spurred her on.

Her words were in a half whisper from behind him. “Let go.”

His hand fell away from hers, and hers stayed clasped to him. Her fist kept its steady effort up and down as if she were taking her time milking him.

The skin had a satin-like texture and moved in her hand. She marveled at him. He was already close.

“Yeah, yeah.” She liked encouraging him.

His body straightened and he choked an ‘oh, oh’.

Her hand kept going, and he jerked in her hand. He was spurting over and over, and a milky wetness coated her fingers. It continued erupting and she maintained her pace. She was determined to finish him completely. He convulsed and grunted even harder. Eventually, he put his hand on hers to stop.