A Gift From Mom – Chapter 7 – 8

(incest adult stories) A Gift From Mom – Chapter 7

7. Getting Ready for Dinner

Patty was so intense with anticipation she wondered if she wasn’t the one acting like a virgin. She anxiously moved about the room getting the right dress and shoes she’d change into. The jewelry was already in the bathroom on the vanity. Her favorite make-up was set.

‘Like some sort of prelude to a ceremony’, she thought, as she went from the closet over to the bathroom. She felt almost unnerved by the silence.

‘Is that what I’m doing? Getting ready for a ceremony? Am I going to ceremoniously give him his manhood tonight?’ She shuddered at the thought.

She was sensitively aware of him as they readied for dinner, and she could easily tell that he was the same with her. He had already showered quickly and was then out of the way. He had come back into the bedroom in his dressy trousers, but he was bare-chested. She immediately noticed him, and it set off a chain reaction. He saw her stare at him, and then she felt self-conscious for having stopped what she was doing to look at him.

When she hurried back to focusing on getting ready, it was obvious to both of them what had happened. Her face flushed with the knowledge she was so affected. Even more, she understood she had been obvious to him, and that he could see how very moved she was by him.

The quiet tension didn’t ease as she sat in the bathroom with the door open. She sat straight before the vanity applying the last of her make-up, and as she did, she at least found comfort with liking her look. She was wearing her hair up, too. Something she rarely did. She stared questioningly at herself in the mirror, when she caught herself wondering how he would like her hair up.

Her eyes narrowed and then focused back on her fingers at her face. The touches of make-up were just right and alluring. The glossy red at her full lips was perfect. Her eyes looked as intriguing as they ever had. She fretted a bit at just how fitted and tight the black dress felt, but then vanquished the thought from her mind. ‘It’s my favorite after all’.

She stood to leave and liked her last once over. The dress flattered her and her toned physique. There was definite cleavage, but it wasn’t too much. Her hair was brought up and pinned as elegantly as she could make it. Diamonds at her ears, her chest and her wrist finished off the look.

She stepped in the steep heels on the tile of the bathroom until she was right before the doorway into the bedroom. Pausing, she realized her nipples were erect and her panties damp. ‘I’ve been like this all weekend’. She took deep breaths to calm herself.

At once an idea washed over her that only intensified her state. ‘I love him differently now. The truth is I’ve liked his being the way he has this weekend. I’ve liked it, because… I want him, too.’ One more deep breath, and she pushed herself out of the bathroom.

She moved from the bathroom trembling with anticipation. The bathroom opened out onto the bedroom where the bed was directly across and to the left, while the wall of glass forming a window onto the sea was directly to the right.

Through the glass, the ocean was only about thirty yards away, with rolling waves visibly crashing into white surf through the glass wall. A golden haze was casting into the room because it was sunset.

Tantalizingly, there remained a complete silence. The resort was so well-built that the sound of the wind outside and the crashing of the surf was totally blocked. This gave them the clear view of the outside beach, but still silently closed them off from anything outside. They were sealed away from the rest of the world.

There was a moment when Patty stepped out where Billy stood facing out the window and was unaware she had entered. She had the briefest of opportunities to see him as this different young man alone with her in a hotel room. It sent a surge of adrenaline through her.

Once he was aware of her, he turned to her and smiled his biggest smile. His eyes devoured her, as they took in every inch of her from her head to her feet and back up.

For a moment, they both simply stared at one another, sharing an electricity that was palpable. She was standing across from him and looking very intensely to him. It was also like she was letting him soak her up in her carefully prepared way.

She took a long breath before speaking softly but deeply.

“Happy Birthday, Billy.”

His mouth opened with no words at first. His face rose and fell like he started one phrase and then turned to another. Finally, he just openly adored her.

“Wow. You are absolutely gorgeous.”

She tilted her head just down a bit and gave a small smile to him. She eased over to the bed, picked up her purse, and then walked a couple of steps in the direction of the door. She stopped going towards the door when she was only halfway there, and he went by her to open the door for her.

He was at the door, and facing to it, when her voice sounded to him.

“Billy, wait.”

He gradually pivoted back to her. His face showed concern. She could tell he didn’t know what to expect.

“Earlier today, you said I seemed like I was in a rush.”

He nodded.

“I think I was in a rush. All day I was. But really, my rush was to get to right here. To get to this moment, right now.”

Her words started sinking in, and his brow tightened. His chest lifted and fell, and he took the couple of steps to stand in front of her. His closeness shook her.

His face tilted, and she watched his mouth come to hers. She closed her eyes right before the softness of his lips found her. The kiss was slight at first and then he neared more. His lips opened hers and their mouths joined. His tongue slipped inside her mouth and caressed her. Their mouths pressed tighter. As tenderly as he had started, he soon withdrew. Her lips lingered at his as his face eased away.

She brought a hand to his chest and stroked there. Next came her other hand and they both went to his shirt buttons. Her eyes clinched shut and then reopened, as she started undoing the shirt.

Billy pulled his shirt from his trousers, as she finished the buttons. He then jerked to remove both shoes and socks. When his hands came to the shirt, he started to pull it away.

“Stop.” Her voice was abrupt.

She took his arms and positioned him around to where he stood right in front of the bed. Methodically, her hands took each side of his shirt, and she brought it back and down his arms on her own.

There was no t-shirt underneath, and his bare chest and arms were at her face. Her fingertips drew lines over his pecs and then her hands went flat as they came into contact with his sides. She held his sides, as she brought her face against the warm lightly haired skin in the middle of his torso.

Her head took a slow, sensual swipe from where one cheek rubbed his chest to then the other cheek rubbing it. When the unhurried brush of her face finished, her head centered again. Then, her lips kissed to his skin and left moist, red spots about his ribs and stomach.

When she took a step back, she looked up at his face. His excitement burned in his eyes, and she knew he was at least as stirred as she was. Her eyes stayed on his and saw his eyes widen, when her hands went to his belt.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” Her voice was low.

“Absolutely.”

She held his eyes a moment more, and then they left his face. She brought her gaze to his waist. They both watched her hands unbuckle his belt. As she undid his trousers, she glanced back to him. His breathing was ragged and his chest moved more.

Her eyes darted down, spied the zipper for her fingers and shot back to his. His eyes narrowed and he let out a moan, her fingers pulling at his zipper. She stopped for a second when it was pulled all the way down, and he gasped.

Her attention traveled back to his trousers, and this time it stayed, as she let first her right hand and then her left hand pull at the waistband of his boxers. It was as if she was loosening them, because she didn’t try to do more with them at first. It was just the fingers tugging open his waistband and then letting it close back.

There were a couple of the tugs and then her thumbs replaced her fingers. Her right thumb and left thumb hooked into the waistband of the boxers, and the thumbs drew down. Billy exhaled and flattened his stomach, a light ripple rolled visibly down his abs and a tight ripple rolled inside Patty.

The boxers and trousers worked lower, but they caught at Billy’s bulge. A patch of black curly hair was plainly revealed where the boxers held. The trousers slipped on down to the floor, but the bulge was just too prominent.

Patty could tell her eyes had widened and her brows had lifted. The boxers fixed on the protruding curl of him that pointed her way and hovered in the boxers. She gulped at what she would soon see.

She could not help herself, and had to glance to his face again and see his eyes watching her closely. She absolutely couldn’t believe she was doing this with Billy. His face didn’t look surprised though. He was ready and he looked confident.

Her gaze drifted back to his crotch, and her fists tightened onto the waistband. She didn’t wait any longer. She slid the underwear along his hips firmly, and she gaped at the view.

The waistband dropped readily at his hips, but the front struggled to clear the lump at his middle. It dragged down reluctantly, and a thick white column strained at the lowering boxers. It was almost released, when she had to bring her hands forward to enable the last inches to free.

The engorged trunk bounced heavily as the boxers fell to the floor. Patty felt her mouth open, and they both heard her intake of breath at seeing him. She braced just backwards and stayed fixed on the sight of him.

Billy’s body stayed still, but his member flexed vigorously. A couple of veins lined the side of it, and it appeared to stretch towards her. His hands rose to her arms and he rubbed at her shoulders. When she had remained motionless a moment, he dropped a hand to her right hand.