“I’m having a lot of fun,” she said.
“I’m glad. It’s about time you did, mom,” I said. “I’ve been worried about you. I know you’ve been through a hard time.”
Mom leaned over and kissed my cheek. I put my hand on her waist and returned her kiss. Her cheek was soft and warm. She slid closer and rested her head on my shoulder. Her body felt wonderful under my hand. I slid my hand down a ways to the curve of her hip.
“I love you, Honey,” she said.
“I love you too, Mom.”
My hand was on my thigh. Mom took it in hers, holding it gently. Her thumb grazed over my knuckles and she toyed with my fingers. Her touch excited me even more. Without me even realizing it at first my eyes drifted towards the front of her dress and her hard nipples.
“Maybe you’re the one who Cindy’s being a bad influence on,” mom said almost a minute later.
“What?” I asked, looking up to her.
“I saw where your eyes were just now,” she said, sounding almost indifferent.
I frowned, trying to appear apologetic. “Sorry,” I muttered.
“Cindy was teasing me about that… about them… earlier, when you were in the bathroom,” she said.
“How?” I asked.
“She said she had noticed they were hard and wondered if you had noticed too.”
“Oh… really?” I said, unwilling to admit to it.
“She was being bad.” Mom gave me a sly smile and squinted her eyes, looking very sexy.
“She’s always bad,” I joked.
“I know, but she started touching them, just through my dress. She said she wanted to make them harder so you would see when you came out of the bathroom.”
“Wow… I knew she could be bold, but that is more than I expected from her.” I said, amazed by what I had been told, but also very horny as I pictured the scene.
“I wasn’t much better though,” she confessed, looking timid.
“Why?”
There was a long pause before mom replied. She was still holding my fingers in hers, rubbing her thumb over them. When she finally spoke I could barely hear her soft voice. “Because I never tried to stop her,” she said, flitting her eyes up to mine.
“Because you liked it?” I asked, my heart racing.
Mom nodded. “Sort of… yes, I did. But that wasn’t really the worst part though,” Mom stopped stroking my fingers. She seemed upset and nervous.
“What then?” I asked.
“If I tell you something, Colin, do you promise never to tell anyone, especially Cindy. Even if you think I’m sick?”
“Yes, of course. But I’d never think that about you, mom.” Now I was growing concerned by her distressed tone.
Mom drew in a deep breath, then continued. “I liked what she was doing; it felt good, but what really excited me was what she was saying to me.”
“What?” I asked, not following her train of thought.
“I meant when she said she wanted to make them harder so you would notice and be turned-on. I liked the thought of you looking at them like you look at other girls.” Mom was unable to look at me. Her fingers stopped moving over mine and her mouth was tight as she stared at her lap.
“It turned you on?”
Mom nodded. “Yes,” she said, in a timid voice.
I had never been told anything so arousing and encouraging by a woman in my life. I smiled and gave her hand a squeeze, then brought it to my mouth. I kissed the back of it, looking up to her eyes. She smiled in relief, realizing my interest.
“What about when I walked in on you changing?” I asked.
“That sort of happened so suddenly that I only thought it over later, when Cindy was touching me and talking dirty. I wondered how much you had seen,” she said.
“Your nipple,” I grinned.
Mom’s eyes widened and she smiled. “Which one?” she asked with a playful smile.
“This one.” I reached out and brushed my fingertip over her left nipple through her dress. She looked down and shuddered slightly, biting her lower lip. I pulled my hand away, reluctantly.
“Cindy was right about you,” she said.
“How?” I asked.
“Yesterday, when she said you probably thought my breasts were nice,” she explained.
I gave her a nod.
“How long have you felt that way?” she asked, seeming quite curious.
“Over a year,” I admitted.
“I used to see you look at me sometimes and it sort of made me wonder, but I couldn’t imagine you having those sorts of feelings for me,” she said.
“You can’t imagine any man having those feelings for you,” I shot back.
Mom chuckled. “I guess not. I’m glad that Cindy talked me into not wearing a bra tonight,” she added.
“Me too,” I told her. “I hope it becomes a habit.”
“We’ll see,” she teased.
“I’ll have to see if I can convince you. What did Cindy say to talk you into it?”
Mom grew shy and smiled. “She sort of teased me… my nipples.”
“Sort of?” I asked.
“Well, the dress was unbuttoned, so she used her mouth a little too.” Mom gave me a shy look, guaging my reaction.
The thought of what she had told me made me even more horny. I wished I could do what Cindy had to her, or watch them.
“Lucky Cindy,” I said. “How far have you two gone?”
“Oh… not really that far — not like you probably think. Just touching. Usually she was the one who started it by feeling my boobs,” she explained.
“Don’t wear a bra tomorrow. I want to see if she tries to feel you,” I told her.
“Okay, but you know she will.”
“Even in front of me?” I asked.
“Especially in front of you. Tonight, when you were in the washroom, she mentioned how you seemed interested when she grabbed them this morning.”
“She’s right,” I admitted.
Mom grew silent, then yawned. “I really need some sleep. I’m sorry,” she said.
“Don’t be. I don’t want to sleep-in tomorrow, so I should get some too,” I told her.
I got up from the couch. When I stood up I realized how obvious my erection was in my dress pants. I held mom’s hand and helped her to her feet. She rested her hands on my shoulders and pressed herself to me. When she felt my hard cock push into her stomach she looked down. Her eyes widened and she smiled.
“Mmmm… I haven’t felt one of those against me in a long time,” she said, still looking down at the bulge in my pants.
“Have you missed it?” I asked.
Mom shrugged. “Sometimes, but I’ve found substitutes.”
“Like the kind that need batteries?” I surmised, grinning.
“Yes…” she said, almost in a whisper as she blushed.
“I hope you have fresh batteries. You might need them,” I said.
Mom shook her head. “No. I’m afraid that Cindy will hear it.”
“Or want to borrow it,” I retorted.
Mom tugged at my hips again, pulling me tighter to her. “She’d be more likely want to borrow yours,” she said, looking down between us.
“I don’t know. Maybe what you have is better endowed,” I said with a frown, feeling insecure.
Mom moved her hips, rubbing herself against my hard cock through my pants. “Mmmm… no… I don’t think so, Honey,” she moaned.
Mom reluctantly broke our embrace and turned to go upstairs. I followed behind her, careful to not make any noise and wake Cindy. When mom stopped outside her bedroom I backed her against the wall, pressing myself to her. She gave a wary look down towards Cindy’s room and shook her head. I pressed a finger to my lips, reminding her to be quiet. She scowled, then smiled, as if indicating just how bad I was behaving.
“I love you,” I mouthed.
She smiled and gave me a hug. “I love you too, but we can’t — not here or now,” she whispered, then reached down and ran her fingers along my cock through my jeans. It was brief, but felt wonderful. She backed away, then entered her room.
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The sound of the shower running woke me the next morning. I was still tired, but as I thought about my mother I grew horny instead. I rubbed my cock, recalling how her body felt and looked the night before. I had planned on finishing, but when the shower stopped running I decided to get up. I listened to the sound of doors opening and closing. The final sound seemed to be coming from the direction of mom’s bedroom door. I pulled on a pair of grey gym shorts and went to have a shower.
The hot water washing over me felt great and helped to wake me. I had a quick shower, then shaved. The house was quiet when I left the bathroom. As I was about to enter my bedroom I saw mom leave hers. She stopped and gave me a loving smile, then ran her eyes up and down my body.
Mom was wearing a white sun dress with spaghetti straps and a square front and back. It left her shoulders and a some of her thighs bare, but I mostly noticed how tight it was at her chest. I could feel my cock harden as I looked her over. I motioned with my finger for her to come closer. She grinned, giving her head a shake. My cock began to tent my baggy shorts. I reached down and rubbed it through them. Mom smiled, watching me masturbate. I pulled the material of my shorts tight around my cock, giving her a better idea of it’s length and thickness. Her mouth widened and she smiled. Once more I tried to coax her down the hall by motioning with my finger. She shook her head, looking sad. She blew me a kiss, then turned towards the stairs.
I dressed quickly. I was very horny and wanted to get downstairs with mom. When I entered the kitchen I was surprised and disappointed to find Cindy there too. I had thought she was still in bed. She was at the kitchen table eating a bagel. She had on a knee-length skirt and a tight blouse. I could tell right away that she wore no bra beneath her blouse. She looked sexy, but I wanted to be alone with mom.
Mom was cooking scrambled eggs and bacon. She turned from the stove and smiled.
“Morning. Have a good sleep?” mom asked.
“Yeah. You?” I replied, trying not to smirk.
“Great,” she said. “Want some bacon and eggs?”
“Please.”
I grabbed a plate and fork, then joined Cindy at the table, hoping she found the exchange between me and mom believable. I took the Entertainment section of the morning paper and began reading. It was a dreary, overcast day and looked like it was going to rain. I doubted that mom and Cindy would be going anywhere.
Mom joined us once our bacon and eggs were cooked. She sat adjacent to me and I felt her knee pressed to mine under the table as we ate. I knew it wasn’t an accident.
“Are you sure you don’t want some bacon and eggs, Cindy?” mom asked.
“No, thanks. Just looking at bacon makes my ass fat. I don’t know how you do it, Becky. You must have the metabolism of a hummingbird.” she said, sounding jealous.
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