Mum then moved back so that her body was again pressing against mine, “now are we going to stand here talking about him all night, or do you want to kiss me.”
I of course wanted to kiss her, and of course she gave as good as she got. Eventually, a little more urgency came into play as my hands roamed her body. For the first time ever she didn’t move away, remove my hands, or say no. Mums hands were doing a little roaming of their own too.
She was now as ready to couple as I was.
She stood back, “do you want to take my nightgown off?”
“It seems a shame, sometimes it’s transparent, and you’re on show, and then it’s not and I’ve got to use my imagination. You look so beautiful in it, and you’ll be just as beautiful out of it.”
I reached out, put one finger under the strap on her right shoulder, and then very slowly pushed it until it was hanging down, no longer doing its job. My attention went to the other strap and even slower than before, I pushed that until finally it was freed also, and the nightgown, the beautiful Jade Green nightdress, slid down like a parachute pooling at her feet. For the entirety of this exercise, our eyes were locked.
Stepping back, my eyes took all of her in.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
Tears filled her eyes, “you’re not just saying that, you do mean it don’t you.”
I was back to only being able to nod my agreement with her.
Both now naked, we came together again, holding each other tightly, there was no reason to kiss, no reason to touch anything other than the others back and shoulders. Communication by touch alone is one of the very special expressions that lovers alone can use.
Less than half a minute later, we were laying in each others arms, I looked at her. Here she was, with every part of her body mine, to touch, feel, kiss, explore and worship. Her mouth, her breasts, and thighs, all the parts that make a woman just that, a woman, were now mine. My mother was now about to give me the greatest gift, other than life itself, that she could.
There was now no hurry, and so the kisses lasted longer, the hands that slid across both of our bodies carried an extra electrical current that caused shivers to rush throughout our bodies.
I raised myself up to again look at Mum lying there, running my hands across her breast to capture the eager nipples, which were standing up hard and proud for me.
“Alex, would you turn the light off for me please?”
“You don’t like to make love in the light?”
“It doesn’t bother me mostly, but this is a special occasion, and I want all my senses to be concentrated on you, I don’t want anything to distract from what you do to me. It’s been a very long time since I’ve been made love to, and I want to sink totally into you. I want to immerse myself into you, and you into me.”
I turned out the light, and then starting at her feet kissed her all the way up to the top of her thighs, giving a lot of attention to the crease at the top of her legs, doing everything other than touching her opening.
Mums entire focus was now on my touch, she didn’t seem capable of getting involved herself, it’d been so long since someone had worshipped her body that she wanted to abandon herself to the feelings that I’d brought for her. Her moans and sighs accompanied by shifting her body trying to get my mouth to cover her mound, showed that a release was close.
I proceeded up her stomach to her breast, as I kissed the side of one she moved her body offering her nipple to my mouth. I avoided taking it, but she used her hand on the back of my head with a handful of hair, to force herself into my mouth. The urgency of her calls made me realise that not only was she ready, she was in fact desperate for release.
As I rolled her nipple across my tongue, I slid my hand down, and as soon as I touched her clitoris, her body jerked violently. The hand on my head ground my face into her breast as the electricity slammed into her, attacking her body. It’s difficult to distinguish between the sounds of pleasure and pain, the cries and facial expression cannot be separated, they are total.
Her release was completed by aftershocks, and more aftershocks. She needed only a moment to catch her breath, before she was holding my hair again and dragging my face to hers. “If you can do that to me every time, I’m yours forever, but can you do that every time?”
“Of course I can, you know that it’s in you already, you only needed the right person to bring it out.”
“Your Dad used to do it for me, but now he’s more interested in the drink and a quick screw. He knows that I’ll come with him, so doesn’t bother much about anything other than himself now.” There was a catch in her voice, and then she said, “can you do it again, please,” as she pushed my mouth down to her waiting breast.
Amazingly she responded as soon as my lips enveloped her nipple, from where they travelled down across her stomach. After spending time kissing the crease at the top of her legs, I said, “did you say something about no one eating your Big Mac for a while.”
She lifted her head giggling like a schoolgirl, “I did say that, didn’t I, I wondered if you’d picked up on it.” Then she fell back with her arms and legs wide apart, offering herself to me totally.
I knew that I was now in control, and took my time with her, using my mouth and fingers to get her almost to the point of release, before easing back. Then starting on her again as softly as I could, then again stopping just short of allowing her release, only to start again, almost letting her get there, and again, and again, and again. Until finally she got to that moment that I’d been waiting for, when she called out loudly, “please let me go, please, I need to come, I need to come now or I’ll explode.”
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