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Except for that one guy. I was sure of that. That one guy, Guido, he knew what to do and he got it. No more games, I thought. Go big or go home.
Mom was sliding her skirt up her legs to her knees. She had registered my desire, put it where it belonged, and was now covering up. I had to do something, now, or forever lose my chance to become Guido.
On impulse, I took a pen from my shirt pocket and slowly unscrewed it, pulling the guts out and discarding everything but the bottom. I knew Mom was aware of what I was doing despite acting like I wasn't there. Holding the bottom of the pen above my mug, I let it drop into the hot chocolate. Mom's left eye flickered. Picking the pen up, I quickly put my pinky at the bottom to cover the hole where the refill normally peaked out and my thumb on the top. I now held a small cylinder full of hot chocolate.
I slid my right hand across the seat to Mom's side and once again tugged on her skirt. One, two ... Mom tried to grab my hand but missed ... a third tug and another missed grab, then the last pull and Mom's legs were exposed again. She turned to look at me, her eyes angry and piercing. I didn't avoid them. For once in my life, I was defiant, holding her gaze as I swung my other hand over Mom's thighs. Her eyes followed, looking at the pen, intrigued and confused. I pulled my pinky away and the hot chocolate started dripping from the bottom of the pen.
Mom stared, mesmerized by the pen and its dripping contents.
Splat ... splat ... splat.
Her head tilted and she stared at her thighs, at the hot chocolate trickling down her legs and disappearing under the skirt.
Oh my god, she was pulling her skirt back to see where the hot chocolae had gone. Down, bit by bit, more, until, there, her panties peeked through, white just like I knew they'd be ... another tug and more panty was exposed, another tug. Jeez, they were almost completely showing. Mom smiled, a very faint smile, and turned her head back to the book she still held in her hand.
I looked at Mom's white panties and dipped the pen into the mug to fill it again. When I moved my hand above Mom's legs, despite studiously ignoring me, Mom shifted her hand to keep the book between Dad and the pen. I released the next batch and saw Mom's breast heave as she sucked in her breath.
Falling as more of a stream than a series of drops, the hot chocolate quickly ran down Mom's leg, threading an almost straight curve directly to the white panties. I withdrew my hand to fill the pen again and slowly, so as not to attract Dad's attention, repositioned my hand over Mom's legs.
This time, I kept my thumb partially over the top of the pen, urging the hot chocolate out a drop at a time and moving its trajectory closer toward the juncture of Mom's legs, drip by drip, until one finally fell directly onto her panties.
Splot!
Mom gritted her teeth. That reaction was all I needed. I released another.
Splot. ... And another ... splot ... and another ... splot!
Each drop spread as it hit, staining Mom's white panties brown. The panties were made of a cotton that, now wet in spots, showed more detail of what was underneath than when it was dry, kind of like a wet t-shirt. I returned with a full penload and dripped more hot chocolate, this time working around a central wet spot in a circle, extending the area of detail.
Mom had very little hair, if any. Her pussy could have been bald as far as I could see. My cock hurt as it tried to straighten in my jeans. The hot chocolate changed its tenor as Mom's panties lost their tightness ... splat ... splat ... splat, falling on already wet cotton. Her panties were now so wet the form of her pussy was becoming well defined, revealing the crease between her lips and a protruding knob at the top. I filled the dropper and directed a stream of single drops directly onto that little button. Mom's mouth opened in silent grimace and the hand holding the book quivered.
I returned for more but the mug was empty. Picking it up in my pen hand, I leaned across Mom and set the mug quietly on the end table, my left hand, under the cover of my chest, finding and fondling Mom's breast. I took full possession of her tit, molding my fingers around its full extent, brushing her nipple and opening two fingers to squeeze it tightly between. I paused as long as I reasonably could, longer in fact, but finally had to withdraw, releasing Mom's tit as I fell back to sit beside her again.
Mom's eyes had glazed over. I don't think she had expected me to grab her tit, especially with Dad right there. I grasped her skirt and tugged it up to cover her panties. As if suddenly coming to her senses, Mom pulled it the rest of the way up her legs. Shortly after that, she got up, straightened her sweater, and leaned over to kiss Dad goodnight. I followed soon after.
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The next day was a work day. Mom was gone when I got up, which was unusual since she didn't work until ten. She was home before me and I braced myself for a slap and more when I walked through the door. Sure enough, Mom was waiting. Nervously, I hung up my coat and faced her, ready for my punishment but she turned and walked into the kitchen.
"I made some cookies," she said. "They're fresh out of the oven."
I followed, admiring her stunning legs and, remembering what the little leather skirt covered, started to get very hard. I walked over to the sink and leaned back as Mom put on a pair of oven mitts and bent over to get the cookies out. This was too good to be true. Mom was being pleasant to me and giving me quite a show, bending over lower than necessary, allowing her skirt to ride up with the hem stretched tightly across the back of her thighs just underneath her bum. For some reason, the cookie sheet wouldn't come out easily and Mom struggled to get it out. I smiled. This really was great.
Mom stood up, holding the cookie sheet in one hand, lifting the oven door up with the other and bumped the oven door shut with her hip. Just then, I heard Dad's car coming into the driveway. Shit! Motherfucking shit. Why did he have to come home early?
I didn't have much time, so when Mom turned around to offer me a hot cookie, I accepted it with a shit-eating grin.
"What are you grinning at?" Mom asked. The tone of her voice should have been a warning.
"Nothing," I cracked in a smart-ass manner.
Crack! My head jerked completely sideways, almost turning backwards.
"Owwww," I cried, really meaning it.
"You keep your eyes to yourself, Mister."
The door opened.
"Hi. I'm home," Dad yelled.
Mom replied, "We're in the kitchen. Come and get a cookie, dear."
She glared at me while Dad hung up his coat but as soon as he entered the kitchen her eyes softened and she cooed, "They're good, aren't they, Rob?"
I turned my face away to hide the red mark where Mom had slapped me.
"Yeah, they're great. Did Maria wash my blue jeans?" I shuffled over to the stairs and went downstairs to the laundry room, needing to hide the hardon that, despite the slap, refused to die.
After dinner, Mom made a point of leaning with her back to the arm of the loveseat, ostensibly to shed more light onto her book, but I knew better. She stretched her legs out in my direction, one crossed over the other, her foot in constant motion, bouncing slowly up and down. She changed legs frequently, first the left over the right, then right over left, then back, working the short skirt way up on her legs. Each time Mom changed legs, she lifted the upper one high, exposing the underside of her thigh all the way down to her color-matched panties. When I asked her if she wanted some hot chocolate, she quickly replied in the negative and seemed to relish doing so.
I didn't run away. I sat there and took my punishment. If she wanted to tease me, then I would take it. Despite the slap, I wasn't convinced Mom was cutting off our little game but I was afraid if I didn't take what she doled out, she might. She was on a power trip but I had a nagging feeling she was after something else, something she used to crave, and I had triggered a need for it. I think I was beginning to understand her fascination with Guido. I didn't leave until Mom had gone upstairs. She bent over to kiss me goodnight, her back to Dad, and gripped the underside of my chin hard, almost painfully.
"You better be a good boy from now on," she whispered.
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I sat up in bed, wondering where to go from here. Mom wouldn't be wearing a leather outfit tomorrow but I wasn't worried about that. I felt we were beyond that now. I still wasn't sure whether the slap was a warning or a provocation but I was leaning toward the latter. I needed to be alone with her to figure it out but the weekend was a long way off.
I heard Mom in her room getting ready for bed after her shower. I badly wanted to go in there but knew I couldn't, not with Dad about to come up the stairs any minute. I no sooner thought that than I heard him coming.
Half an hour later, I was still sitting up in the dark. Thinking. An hour later, I was still there. After another hour, I got up. Quietly, I stepped toward the hall but the whisper of my pajama bottoms scraping together as I walked pulled me back. I pushed them down and stepped out, then continued into the dark hallway, stark naked.
Mom and Dad's bedroom door was open a foot or so and I slipped easily inside without brushing the door or the jamb. I could see better there by the light of the moon shining through the window. Dad was snoring softly. I couldn't hear Mom but knew she must be sleeping. I stepped quietly toward the bed. I just wanted to look at her, at her pretty face. Maybe the covers were part way down and I would be able to see her breasts covered only by her nightgown. I was so fucking hard; for some reason, I hadn't wacked off.
She was lying on her back. I could see that now. I stepped closer, trying to control my breathing. My cock wavered in the air in front of me and I imagined I could hear the air it displaced as I walked.
I stopped, dead in my tracks.
Mom's eyes were open, glinting in the semi-darkness. She was looking right at me and must have been watching me approach all the way from the door. Should I run away?
Mom didn't move and her gaze didn't waver. She was looking directly into my eyes, despite my nakedness, of which she must be aware. I stepped closer and the glints became more intense. I stopped beside the bed, gazing down, acknowledging her own observation, then let my eyes slowly descend over her covered form.
When my eyes returned to Mom's face, the glints were gone and her eyes looked like to pitch black holes. Slowly, her far hand crossed her chest, grasped the covers, and peeled them away from her body. Mom's nightgown was bunched up onto her stomach and below that she wore the stained while panties. I knew she'd had a shower, so she must have put them back on. Holy fuck!
Mom pulled her nightgown higher, over her breasts and up to her neck, baring her gorgeous tits with their stiff nipples betraying her own excitement. Lowering both hands, Mom pushed her hands out, palms down, stroking her thighs, her eyes burning. Her back arched and relaxed, causing her belly to undulate on the bed. My eyes traveled down the length of her body to her toes, stretched out past her curling feet, and back up her tensed calves to her thighs, now bare because her hands were cupping her mound, the long finger of each stretching down between her legs. My hand found my cock and began to stroke it. Mom's eyes fell away from mine for the first time, to watch. I leaned over and pulled part of her nightgown away that was partly obscuring her face.
Silently, we caressed ourselves, me stroking and Mom rubbing and squeezing. Our panting intermingled and as my excitement grew I hunched over her. I knew I was going to come on her, and she knew it too. Her arms, stretching down to her pussy, squeezed her tits together, pushing them up toward me. I dropped my free hand onto her right tit and gently massaged it, testing the water to see if this was a non-touch scenario. Mom didn't react until I pinched her nipple and rolled it between my thumb and forefinger, and then all she did was release a quiet whimper.
I played with Mom's tit, beating my cock faster and faster. The expression on her face seemed tense and expectant but her eyes were still coal black, so strangely unlike their normal, piercing blue. I was almost there. I looked at her panties, covered by her hands, then up to her face. She was close, too.
I released Mom's tit and moved my hand to her face, finding her mouth and inserting two fingers which she immediately began to suck. She lifted her ass off the bed and opened her hands. I leaned over, pointing my cock between her bracketing hands and erupted, spraying the front of her stained panties, then aiming sideways over her tummy to land a direct hit on her navel. The next two bursts I directed at Mom's tits and her body writhed on the bed, her legs straining with the effort and quivering as she started to come. I released another rope onto her tits and watched it dribble into the hollow of her neck under the nightgown as I, now depleted, dribbled the dregs onto her tummy. I had wanted to shoot some onto Mom's face but as soon as I had steered my cock up her body she had retracted her hands to block her face.
I pulled the nightgown away from Mom's neck and she lifted herself up from the mattress to make it easier for me draw it down her body, helping with her own hands until she was completely covered. I leaned over to grasp the covers and pulled them across her body, then kissed her on the forehead, turned, and walked quietly away.
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There was no slap when I came home the next day but there wasn't any action on the couch either. Mom was wearing a rather conservative dress and didn't offer any opportunities for me to dribble hot chocolate or root beer on her legs. The absence of the slap and the tease worried me.
I sat up for ages waiting for Dad to go to bed. Well after I thought he would have been asleep, I heard their bedroom door push closed. When I crept down the hall to check it out, it was indeed shut. I returned to my room, immensely disappointed.
I couldn't sleep. I crept down the hall again. I was wearing my pajama bottoms and was armed with a small flashlight. I was going to go into my parents bedroom and if Dad was awake, I would claim I'd heard a burglar downstairs and was coming to get him up.
In the dark, I stealthily walked toward the bed. Mom was awake, lying with the covers already off. I swept my eyes over her, from head to toe, several times but she made no move to remove her nightgown and didn't arch her body like she done the night before.
I turned the flashlight on and Mom immediately jerked her head up, frantically gesturing with her hand to shut it off. I clicked the light off. Mom looked at Dad, softly snoring beside her, facing the other way. Cautiously, she sat up and then stood. I stepped back, expecting her to follow me to my room, but turned when I realized she wasn`t coming.
I turned just in time to see Mom grasp the hem of her nightgown and, with crossing arms, swept it over her head and tossed it on the bed behind her. She took a deep breath, lifting her breasts up until they were almost perky, almost but not quite, their mature weight defeating the effort. In one smooth motion, Mom twisted and sat down, then lay back on the carpet along the side of the bed.
I approached and knelt down beside her. I clicked the light on and this time she didn`t object. Silently, I played the light up and down her gorgeous body, shifting it about to highlight different parts, leaving others in the shadows, if only briefly. She was completely naked and I couldn't help letting the light dwell on her pussy. Mom had a pretty one and it was shaved bare. She let me admire her this way for several minutes before putting her hand up to block the light`s path.
She looked at me with hot eyes and then directed them to my pajamas. I shone the light onto my crotch, illuminating the bulge from my swollen genitals, lifting my ass up from my heels to push it forward. Reaching down, I slipped my right hand under the waistband of my pajamas and pulled my hardness out, displaying my cock in all its rigid glory.
I didn`t touch it. I played the light on it from various angles, sweeping my left hand around in a circle above. Leaning forward, I let it hover over Mom`s belly, then pushed it down until it stretched across her skin to her navel. Carefully, barely moving, I made humping motions against her side, slowly scraping my cock over her tummy.
Mom raised her head to watch. After a couple of minutes during which I lengthened my strokes, I pulled her far hand up to replace mine so she was now holding my cock against her belly with the flat of her palm. I quickened my pace, rubbing through her warm tummy on one side and her slightly sweaty palm on the other.
My right hand was now free and I moved it lower but Mom lifted her legs up, pulling her knees back until her thighs were atop her stomach, making it hard for me to reach my target. I surmised that Mom wasn't yet comfortable with the thought of me actually touching her bare pussy so I retracted my hand and loosely gripped her right leg just below the knee. I moved my other hand onto Mom's right tit and gently fondled it but soon grasped it hard enough to help leverage my hips to and fro, helped by the grip I had on her knee.
I was at the gates of heaven but I was eager to get inside. I loosened my grip on Mom's tit and concentrated on fondling it more gently, squeezing to force the nipple up, then rolling it between my fingers and finally using it to lift her whole breast off her chest. After a minute or so of this I used it as a distraction to cover the slippage of my hand on Mom's knee to the backside her thigh just below. As I kneaded and tweedled Mom's tit, I slowly stroked down the back of her thigh, venturing the tiniest bit further each time. Soon, my fingertips were traveling the full length along the back of her thigh, all the way down and over the curve of her buttock.
I pinched and rolled Mom's nipple harder and, under that cover, I slid my fingertips inward from her buttock until they fluttered across her nether lips.
"Ohhhhhhh," Mom sighed, the first sound she had made.
I brushed my fingers up to the top of her pussy and then down, lifting my fingers away.
"Ohhhhhh," she cried again as if lamenting their absence.
I let them return for a repeat performance to a softer but longer cry. Up and down, and lift. I repeated this ministration many times and then, surprising both Mom and myself, lightly smacked her puffy lips.
"Unnnnghhhhh," Mom's cry changed to a lower, more guttural sound.
Stroke up, then down, lift, and smack.
"Ungghhhh."
That was the play for the next couple of minutes. Then, lifting and pausing before diving in to the expected smack, I reoriented my fingers and plunged them directly between her puffy lips, diving through her slippery slit into her hole, and thrust my fingers deep into Mom's soaking cunt.
"Oohhaahhhhhhh," she cried, loud enough that I jerked my head up to look at Dad. His snoring coughed and sputtered. I froze, my fingers plugged deep inside Mom as Dad twitched on the bed, looking like he was going to turn around. Was he waking up?
Mom was oblivious, moaning softly and trying to lift her hips up to get my fingers even deeper inside her. Dad's head lifted an inch, shook, then dropped heavily back to the pillow. A splutter and his snoring resumed.
I looked down at Mom. In the light of the discarded flashlight, I could see that her eyes were closed and her face wore a mask of strained desperation. I twisted my fingers about, exploring her cunt like a rotorooter, then started finger fucking her as I quickened my pace, slithering between her hand and belly. Mom was breathing in ragged gasps, as was I. I could smell her lust and it made me crazy. I humped and frigged her wildly until she cried out and I unloaded across her stomach. I looked down in time to see Mom redirect my cock toward her tits and I tried to shove my erection between them. Mom twisted toward me, encouraging my move, but held a hand in front of her face to block any stray streams of cum.
