Caught – Chapter 3B

Incest stories: Caught – Chapter 3B

“Wow!” I declared as I took note of her nipples. I pointed out that they were actually hard, “Imagine that!” I mocked.

She looked down quickly as if she didn’t believe me.

They grew even larger as she sat there exposing herself; bigger than the tips of my thumbs. They looked like dark, ripe grapes ready to be picked.

She sat up and raised her hands to her nipples as if I wasn’t even there. She touched them with her long fingernails then tweaked them between her finger and thumb to confirm their hardness.

“It’s cold in here.” She sneered.

I got up and walked over to my Mom. She rested back on her hands as I approached the bed. Her eyes bounced back and forth from my face to the large bulge in my pants. She didn’t say a word as I reached out and touched her hard nipples.

It was such a rush. I ran my fingers over them and tweaked them as she had done. I let my hands lightly massage the roundness of them; the fullness. Not implants.

I fully expected her to give me some bullshit response, some fake protest, or even a bogus look of annoyance at the very least. She did and said nothing. As a matter of fact, she leaned back, watched me, and just let me do it. At one point she even closed her eyes and sighed.

I slipped my hands under them and lifted them up; they more than filled my hands. I compared them, lifted one and then the other. I squeezed them gently. They felt great; firm and yet soft.

“Do you like that?” I mistakenly asked.

Her eyes snapped open, “If you think I’m getting any pleasure being subjected to this. . . . . .this filthy experience, you’re sadly mistaken Robert? She told me harshly. Her words had that hard tone that I was beginning to despise. For the life of me, I couldn’t understand why she just couldn’t drop the act.

I stopped and stepped back. “Well, you’re eyes were closed.” I explained.

“So I don’t have to watch you . . . . . . do this to me.” She insisted.

“You looked like you liked it.” I persisted.

“Well I assure you Robert. . .” She looked at me and lied. “I get absolutely no pleasure from being touched like this by my own son.” She forced a heavy breath out and turned her head towards the window. “What parent would?” She insisted as she stared out the window as if she were deep in thought.

I gazed at her beautiful profile; the line of her jaw, the sexy curve of her nose, her mouth, then back down at her wonderful tits before I turned and sat back down in my chair.

She seemed taken aback. “Well . . . I guess that wasn’t too bad.” She stated blandly. “Are you finished?”

“I don’t think so. Not yet.”

“Oh, of course you’re not.” She said with that fucking snotty, condescending tone and it was starting to really affect my mood.

She sat there on my bed. She made no attempt to cover her tits.

“What else?” She made it sound like she couldn’t wait to get this over with, but I knew better.

“I want to see your pussy.” I told her straight faced, all reserve gone.

“You know Robert…”

“Mom…” I cut her off. “Just show me.” I insisted.

I was a little tired of all the bullshit.

“Now!” I insisted, knowing full well that that was the tone she would prefer. That would make it easier for her to justify the act later on, when she was blaming me; telling me that I’d made her do it.

Mom simply looked me in the eyes and let her hands slip down into her lap. She slowly walked her fingers over the skirt of her dress, bunching the material in her hands as the hem made its way slowly up her thighs. It was truly erotic. I could feel my dick at the gate waiting for the starting gun like a kid waits for the last bell of the day on the last day of school.

When the front of her dress was nearly up to her waist, her beautiful legs parted. I could see she was wearing no panties. The sight was overwhelming.

I believe that I actually gasped when her pussy came into view. The bright lights of my room were far better than the tiny light over the workbench in the garage.

As I should have expected; like everything else; her pussy was scenic. I realize that for the most part, SCENIC isn’t a word normally used to describe a pussy. But I mean to tell you, if my mom sat on a bench on the side of the road with her legs spread……I think people would actually pull over to get a better look.

It was shaved bald and smooth. I knew this last night but now. . . . It was clearly visible and it was quite a sight; quite aspiring. If only I was a poet.

The lips were small, nicely swollen and slightly open revealing the pinkness inside; the color of bubblegum. They shimmered with the moistness she couldn’t hide no matter how much bullshitting and denying she would do later.

“I would tell you to get it wet, but it looks like you already are.”

She blushed again as her willingness was temporarily exposed and her wall weakened a bit. She had no nasty come-backs, no righteous responses.

“Play with yourself.” I said firmly recalling what she’d made me do on the couch when she’d caught me jerking off.

There was no protest. She spread her legs wider and began to slowly rub her pussy. My dick was screaming to get out. You’d have thought my pants were on fire.

What a sight. She sat there on the edge of my bed letting her fingers slowly caress her smooth coochie. Her clit was no different than her nipples. It was large, swollen and quite a bit darker then the pretty pink of her pussy.

Her fingers strummed back and forth over it, occasionally sliding up & down over the length of her shiny pussy lips. Her eyes were closed again and she was scrapping her teeth over her full, red bottom lip. The image was so incredibly sexy. When she opened her eyes, I was standing right in front of her. She merely looked me in the eyes and continued doing what I’d told her to do. There was no malice or nastiness in her eyes now. Her eyes dropped to the bulge in my pants; no sign of contempt on her face.

“I suppose you’re going to fuck me now?”

She tried to sound displeased but the attempt seemed to fall well short of the mark. I noticed that her fingers slid deep between her wet pussy lips when she asked the question.

“Spread your pussy lips. . .” I told her ignoring her question. “Play with your clit.” Was all I said.

“No one can know about this.” She whispered to the room.

I watched as she did what I told her to do. Her breathing became more labored. Her eyes were closed again. She scooted back a little on her own accord; enough to allow her to bring her bare feet up to rest on the very edge of my bed letting her legs spread even more.

“There! Is this what you want Robert? Is this what you want your mother to do for you?” She tried to pretend she didn’t like it but there was no way to hide her pleasure.

“Is this what YOU want?” I asked directly.

Her pretty jaw dropped. She stopped playing with her pussy. She looked at me not answering for a few seconds. She tried to look insulted; offended.

“Not at all. . .” She lied. “I’m doing this because you. . .”

“Want me to.” I cut her off. She fell silent.

I stepped forward and knelt down. She remained quiet; just watching. I softly brushed her hand away from her sweet pussy with my own. I ran my fingers over the bald softness above her pussy in awe. “Puppy dog ears.” I thought oddly enough. “Softer than puppy dog ears.”

She stared down at me and watched as I let my thumb glide over her swollen clit. A velvet stone wrapped in a soft pink silk blanket. I felt Mom jerk her hips a tiny bit when I touched it.

I looked up at her. Our eyes met― “Well then, let’s see if you get any pleasure from this.” I told her.

I leaned in and tenderly kissed her clit. I could feel her twitch under my lips. It was like her pussy was gasping for air. I gently sucked her swollen bud into my mouth. I felt her thighs tighten a little as my tongue flipped over her clit a few times then made its way down into her pussy. I licked and kissed and sucked, slowly, switching back and forth between her pussy and her clit. I even let the tip of my tongue slip down and tease her puckered asshole. An all but silent moan escaped her and she seemed to lift up the slightest bit to encourage me.

I’d never done anything like that before. Lick someone’s ass, I mean. But then again, I was doing a lot of things lately that I’d never done before. I kissed each soft ass cheek and worked my way slowly back to the smoothness of her slick pubic area. {It was the first time I’d ever really seen or felt a real shaved pussy. It was great}

I could feel Mom reacting. There was no way for her to hide it. She laid back; her arms flat to each side of her; palms down; fingers spread wide and she began to push up into my face. I could hear her breathing had become much heavier; she was breathing out of her mouth now. A few tiny moans escaped her lips as I got lost in my mom’s wonderful pussy.

“Should I stop?” I mumbled into her wet coochie.

“Yesssss. . .” She cooed as she slipped a hand behind my head. “You shouldn’t be doing this to me.” She protested weakly; her fingers entwined in my hair so I couldn’t pull away.

“You need to stop this Robert.” She moaned. “You need to stop making me do these things.” She gasped softly.

I sucked her clit into my mouth hard…

“Stoooopppp…” Mom moaned quietly. “You shouldn’t. . .Don’t make me. . .”

I kissed her softly and pulled away before she had a chance to cum then I stood up. Mom opened her eyes. Her chest was heaving as she tried to get enough air. Her gaze went to the bulge in my pants again and her eyes began to plead.

I assumed she was waiting for me to pull my dick out and fuck her. When I didn’t, she let her feet fall back to the floor and she slowly sat up again. She covered her breasts and slowly closed her legs as her breathing calmed. All though she would have denied it; the disappointment was obvious in her beautiful eyes as she scrapped her teeth over her bottom lip.

She was quiet until she regained some control of her breathing.

“Are we. . . . . .Are we done?” She sighed, pulling her dress down over her legs and smoothing it out with one shaking hand. I know she wanted to sound relieved that I’d stopped…but she couldn’t pull it off.