Her fingers squeezed my muscles, venturing underneath my robe and moving higher with each stroke. Her fingertips were inches away from touching my ballsack. Long after the bumps had subsided, she spread her fingers and ran them through my leg hair. Looking up, she purred, “I love a hairy man.” She closed her fingers and playfully tugged before her hands resumed gliding across my heated flesh.
Locking my eyes with hers, I replied, “We’re two of a kind then. I like hairy women, too.” Seeing her puzzled look, I added, “Well, at least parts of them.”
Her face flushed with a shade of pink, knowing I had admired her natural bush a few nights before. When she resumed stroking my thigh, I massaged her scalp while we watched the movie. The temperature in the room abnormally escalated, and I suspected Gran had something to do with it. “It’s so warm in here. Don’t you want to take off your robe?” Mom asked. She
caught me off-guard, as she had to know from my tented robe I wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
“No, I’m fine, Mom,” I replied.
After glancing at my bulge, she grinned, “I understand. Would it bother you if I removed mine?”
“No problem,” I answered. “It is becoming uncomfortably hot.” I figured she’d go to her room and change because I assumed she was nude underneath, but to my surprise, she leaned forward and removed her robe off her shoulders, revealing straps holding up nightwear.
“Help me, Evan,” she pleaded. She placed her hands on the couch and pushed up enough, so I could remove her garment. The fluffy robe blocked my view of her while I turned and tossed it on the other end of the couch. By the time I returned to my prior position, Mom had resumed snuggling.
My prick bobbed when I gazed at Mom’s nipples straining against the thin nightie, the same translucent blue one from our late-night encounter in the kitchen. Her head, resting on my shoulder, shook while she giggled, witnessing my robe bounce. She was well aware of the effect she had on me.
Her hand returned to my thigh and slowly caressed it while we watched the show. While massaging her scalp, I firmly held her head so she wouldn’t turn and catch me ogling her scantily-clad
body. My cock achingly throbbed in reaction to Mom’s nipples hardening. Mom’s perky, thrusting tits prevented me from seeing anything lower.
Her puffy tips caught my attention as I recalled Dad twisting Gran’s nipples, explaining how it drove his mother and mine nuts. To avoid alerting Mom beforehand, I would need to carefully advance. My hand slowly drifted downwards. When I gently squeezed her soft neck, it startled her, causing her hand to jerk upward under my robe. Her hand slid along my upper thigh and didn’t stop until her fingers lodged underneath my ballsack. My heavy balls rested on top of Mom’s hand. We both ceased movement, uncertain of how to proceed.
When she didn’t remove her hand, I gently caressed her neck. Her fingers squeezed and ventured to the uppermost part of my thigh while bumping my balls with the top of her hand. Her engorged nipples became even fuller, and it looked like the perfect time to grip one and twist it.
Before I could act, she removed her hand, stood, walked to the hall, and softly said, “I’m heading for bed, Evan. Thanks for a wonderful evening.”
“Okay, Mom,” I replied, waiting for her to walk away, so I could sneak to my room, hiding my upright boner.
Rather than proceeding to her room, she swiveled around and asked, “Don’t I get a goodnight hug?” Her husky, seductive voice reeked of carnal lust.
She didn’t attempt to cover her sexy, nearly-nude body, extending her arms out to embrace me. I rose and slowly meandered toward Mom, my focus alternating from her brown bush to her hard nipples, both lewdly visible beneath her see- through nightie. Her arms wrapped around my back and yanked me against her soft body, more forcefully than usual. I kissed her tenderly and said, “I love you, Mom.”
Her eyes misted, and just as I thought she’d flee, one hand rose and guided my head to hers. Our eyes remained open while looking into each other’s souls. Mom’s lips quivered as they mashed against mine. Rather than releasing me, her hand pulled my head tighter before opening her mouth and swishing her tongue along my lips. Her eyes filled with lust, while her kissing intensified. She moaned in my mouth when my tongue met and danced with hers.
Her other arm, on my lower back, applied pressure, melding us closer together. My hands descended lower, halting on the sides of her breasts. Her pupils widened when she felt my fingers creeping across her mounds. Before she could interrupt my journey, my fingers dashed for the prize, capturing both nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. As soon as I gently squeezed them, Mom responded immediately.
Her tongue and mouth ravaged mine while her hand on my back lowered to my ass. She grasped one cheek and jerked me against her. My prick, pointing skyward, pushed into her soft stomach. We kissed as lovers, fucking each other’s mouths with our hard tongues. When I twisted her puffy nipples, her body clenched and froze with excitement for a few seconds before resuming her kiss. She released my butt, reached around, and snuck her hand through my robe. Her fingers searched, found, and then wrapped themselves around my thick prick. She explored my veiny, stiff shaft, before squeezing and stroking my rock-hard cock.
Each time I flicked and teased her nipples, she gripped my spongy head and twisted it as if she were unscrewing a bottle top. Unable to inhale air fast enough through our nostrils, we eased off for a breather. I released her sensitive tips and shifted my hands to stroke her back. Her facial expression relaxed before the reality of what we were doing hit her. She released my cock, and held my hands, squeezing them. She shuffled back a few inches and croaked, “I love you, too, Evan. Goodnight.”
She pivoted and slowly strutted to the end of the hall, displaying her swaying, round ass cheeks. After opening her door, she paused, turned, flashed me a sexy smirk, and stood for a few seconds before entering her room.
My robe was off by the time I entered my room. I tossed it to the floor, so I could relieve my aching cock. Before I could plop into bed, Gran materialized, wearing the same outfit as the first time I saw her. “What are you doing? Couldn’t you see that your mother needs you?” she asked.
“I didn’t want to blow it like my first kiss,” I stammered. “Do you think Mom is ready?”
Gran rolled her eyes and ordered, “March your ass down to Emily’s room and fuck your horny mother. Now!” Without replying, I turned and walked down the hall. Light beaming out of Mom’s open doorway was out of the ordinary. I thought, “Did she purposely leave it open?”
As I approached her room, I could hear soft groans emanating from within. Stealthily entering, my prick lewdly jounced up and down, pointing the way to its target. I moved to the end of the bed and looked down at my beautiful, nude mother. Her knees, high in the air, widened outward while her fingers ran up and down her juicy slot. Her leaking juices matted down her brown bush. Her sudden grunt caught my attention, and when I looked up, I saw her tightly sealed eyes along with her lust-filled face. Her mind was deep in the throes of a sexual fantasy.
Her creamy thighs beckoned me as I licked my lips, ready to feast on her flesh. I carefully crawled onto the bed, leaned down, and kissed her upper thigh while squeezing the other. Her fingers didn’t stop, but she acknowledged my presence by groaning, “No, Evan. You shouldn’t be touching me there.”
I stroked one thigh, while my mouth licked and sucked to the top of her other. She widened her legs to encourage me, despite her faux objections. “Your thighs are so luscious, Mom. I can’t get enough of them. You’re so beautiful. I love you so much. Let me help you.”
She replied with a loud, guttural moan and moved her hands to the bed, clenching the sheets. Her strong pussy scent drove me crazy with lust, while my mouth explored every inch of her succulent legs. With the side of my face plastered against her hairy muff, I sucked in a large amount of soft muscle, causing her thigh to shiver with delight. Although I would have loved to have spent an hour worshiping her legs, her moaning and humping hips prompted me to taste the main dish. Pulling off, I ran my fingers through her bush, captured her fur, and opened her gash.
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