Incest/Taboo The Mom Memories: Colin's Story

On one pass at the top of her neck, I reached up to grasp the opened ends of the dress collar, stretching them out on the bed beside her neck, and then pulling them under her arms. Mom didn't seem to notice this despite the fact that I had to feed the ends under each arm to pull them through. On the next pass, I grabbed the ends again and tugged them downward as I traced a fluttering, kissing line down her spine. Working around in a circle on her back, I could see that I had pulled the ends down to her waist, meaning the bodice of her dress must be at least part way pulled off her breasts, though I couldn't see since she was laying on her tummy.

I began tickling, fluttering and kissing the small of her back and toward the rising swell of her buttocks. I repositioned myself from her side to straddle her legs, allowing my chest to rest on her bum as I worked. All the while, I kept steady downward pressure on the neck straps. When I was done, the straps were beside her hips, and the bodice must be under her tummy, leaving her breasts completely uncovered. I moved back up to caress her long neglected neck and shoulders.

"Was it worth it?" she whispered.

"What?"

"Pulling my dress down."

I was caught! I thought she hadn't noticed, that she was too carried away. Was she going to make me stop? No. She didn't seem angry. She seemed more amused than anything.

To my silence, she said, "You can't see anything, anyway."

"I know." I paused, not sure what to say, then added, "But it was worth it."

By her reaction, I guess that was the right thing to say.

"Just to see what you could get away with?"

"No Mom. I just want to do the best job I can."

"Uh huh. You know, for future reference, you shouldn't try to undress a woman without kissing her first."

"I thought kissing would be too frisky." I was glad to change the subject.

"Maybe, but undressing without kissing is just plain rude." Mom lifted her right shoulder up and twisted her face up toward me, smiled, and closed her eyes. "Now give me a quick kiss to make amends."

With her eyes closed, I chanced a prolonged look down her now exposed chest, marveling at how sexy her tit looked dangling in the air above the bed, its nipple long and hard. I guess she was enjoying my ministrations in more ways than one.

"Come on, kiss me. You can sneak looks later." I couldn't fool my mom, even with her eyes closed. I kissed her, my mind swirling with the implied acceptance in her statement.

It wasn't a long kiss but it was a proper one. She pushed her tongue into my mouth and accepted mine when I thrust back into hers. All too soon, she flopped back onto the bed. I could feel my boner almost breaking with the pressure against my shorts. As I resumed tickling her, I used my free hand to straighten it so it was poking out the top of my shorts instead of painfully trying to poke out the bottom.

I spent the next fifteen minutes doing the best job I could on Mom's back. Every second minute, I leaned awkwardly over her shoulder to give her a kiss, each time exchanging tongues. I think Mom liked kissing because she never broke the kiss first.

The end of that time period was marked by a foray along the edge of the dress just above her bum. I held her hips while I tried to slide the dress down to free new skin to caress. I was elated when it slipped down her hips an inch baring enough to show the very top of her crack. I was further elated when no reprimand about getting too frisky followed, not even a curt 'Colin'.

Encouraged, I slipped her dress down another inch, eyes fluttering, fingers tickling, and lips caressing across the top of her butt and around the curve of her hips. Soon, I had the dress near the crest of her buttocks but at this point my fear of a stop action command forced me back to the small of her back where I brushed my lips across the small blonde hairs standing up from her skin. Clearly, this was a hit as Mom's legs moved about, bending at the knees and slowly stretching out again, again and again as I circled my face along her waist, up across the rise of her butt, and back into the hollow of her back.

While skittering across her butt, I noticed something about her long black dress. It was made of stretchy material. Mom was able to bend her knees despite how tightly the dress hugged her figure. The writhing of her legs had forced the hem higher and higher and as I watched her bend her knees again, it rode above her knees. A horny thought immediately flooded my mind. Instead of trying to pull the dress down over Mom's prominent cheeks, I could work with her moving legs and push it up her thighs.

The next time she bent her knees, I placed my own knee between hers so she couldn't close her legs when she straightened them and when she bent her legs open again, I shifted my knee closer to her open leg. After several iterations of this, her legs were wide open most of the time, and the dress was riding very high on her thighs. I made my next move.

"I'm going to tickle your legs for a while Mom," I whispered.

I repositioned myself directly behind her, kneeling on both knees between her parted legs. I stopped for a moment to admire her open thighs before caressing them with long, loving, feathery strokes down to the backs of her calves. Steadily, I raised my end point until I was only stroking the inside of her thighs, from knee to butt, reaching under her dress to reach the crease at the top of her legs on each side, near her pussy.

Mom didn't react at all. She simply lay there breathing regularly. On each stroke up near forbidden skin I pressed her legs outward, pushing her dress ever higher. Her legs were now splayed wide open, her feet pointing out with the insteps flat on the mattress.

"Tense your legs, Mom," I whispered softly. "It will make the tickling more intense."

Mom complied silently. I could feel her muscles tense under my fingers. As she went rigid, I lifted her, pushing my knees under her thighs.

"Use your toes to hold yourself up," I commanded in my soft, whispering voice.

"Stand on your toes," I repeated.

Mom turned her toes straight down and dug them into the mattress. I lowered my lifting hands, setting her down on the tops of my thighs. I returned my fingertips to her back and renewed my attack there. As I leaned forward to reach her shoulders, my shorts, the tip of my cock preceding, pressed against her bum, still partly covered by the dress. Again, there was no reaction. I moved my hands up and down her back, leaning forward often to brush my lips on her skin, thrilling at the touch of my knob against her thinly covered bottom.

Suddenly, I straightened up and slid my hands up and down her legs once more but after a few strokes I accomplished my real intention -- I slid my shorts down to my knees. Once more I leaned forward to caress her back, allowing my now completely free and naked cock to press against her dress. To my delight, as I slid my hands along her sides, I was able to reach underneath because her raised pelvis was resting on my thighs. I pushed my hands under onto her tummy and slid them up, running them along the side of her breasts.

"Mmmmm," Mom purred, "I wondered when you were going to get frisky."

"Haven't I done a good job?" I whispered back. "Shouldn't I be allowed a little friskiness?"

"Yes you have. A wee bit then," she answered.

I didn't waste any time. I leaned forward right then to kiss her, slipping my hands under to cup her tits in my palms, squeezing gently. I don't think she noticed my cock poking harder against her butt, hard enough that it slid under her, between her legs. I tried to kiss her for as long as I could so I could keep feeling her tits and pressing my cock between her legs. She must have been aware of its presence, but she didn't object.

When I broke the kiss, I gulped in more air and promptly engaged her in another long kiss. After that, I pulled back, straightening up to rest my hands on her hips.

"Thanks Mom, that was awesome."

Mom didn't answer. She simply buried her head further into the bed and wiggled her back, waiting for me to start tickling again.

I slid my hands underneath her legs once more, along her thighs until I reached the inside of her pelvis on either side of her most secret place, my hands palms up. I pressed up, lifting her slightly, pulled her back higher on my thighs and lowered her again. My cock still rested between her legs but now it was further in, still with no objection.

I looked down at Mom's beautiful back, her dress piled up on her raised ass and her head buried in the mattress, her legs splayed out widely on the bed. Dropping my hands to her hips, I slid her dress up and over her bum, pushing it into a pile on her lower back. Before skittering my hands across her bottom, I admired the shape of her cheeks, standing up prominently, dented in the sides like an older style corvette.

I loved the look of her ass. I couldn't help leaning down to kiss each cheek, and then run the tip of my tongue along her crack from the bottom to the top and down into the hollow of her back.

"Colin," she whispered, barely audible, her voice muffled by the mattress.

Time to back off. I stroked her legs again. Her entire ass was now bare before me, and she was laying on my bare cock, even though her dress, pinched between, still separated us. I felt her relax as the 'dangerous' moment passed.

"Come on, Mom," I whispered, my throat dry, trying to keep her mind off my actions, "stay up on your toes. It's better for tickling."

Mom's legs stiffened again as her toes dug into the mattress, complying with my request. I stroked her legs for a few moments more and then leaned forward, running my hands along her waist again before dipping them under to grasp her tits. This time I pinched her nipples and stretched them toward the mattress. They were already very hard and long. I pressed my mouth to Mom's and pushed my tongue inside for the longest kiss of the night, kneading her tits the whole time. The other thing I did was to move my cock just the slightest bit, back and forth. I tried hard to find that point where I could rub it against her but not so much that she would have to react.

I guess I found the right spot because when the kiss ended, she didn't say anything as I lay there except, "I thought you were supposed to be tickling me."

Dutifully, I rose up and began tickling her shoulders once more, but it was only a moment before my hands again found themselves on her ass. I openly squeezed and rubbed her cheeks, kneading them like dough. I let my thumbs slide down the inside, poking underneath to rub the bottom of her pussy lips.

"Colin."

I pulled my hands out and slipped them around to the outside of her hips, safe territory. She relaxed again. When I slid my hands up on their journey along her sides to her tits, my allowed area of friskiness, I held onto the hem of her dress. I don't think Mom noticed the dress sliding up her front, tugging itself free from the pinch hold between her tummy and my cock. But I did. As I grasped her tits and pinched her nipples, my cock sent shock waves to my brain in reaction to the warm moist skin it was now in direct contact with. Mom's pussy lips were right on my very hard, bare cock.

Immediately, I launched into a long kiss but my mind wasn't on her mouth or her exquisitely elongated nipples, it was on the slippery feel of her pussy as I repeated the illicit, almost subliminal rubbing of my cock along its length. How could she not feel it? She must. She must be letting me. I couldn't help rubbing harder at that thought and then screaming at myself, 'Don't ruin it!'

Finally, I could kiss her no longer. I gulped in air, gasping, excited beyond belief.

"Colin." Mom's voice was only audible because I was only an inch away from her mouth. It sounded almost desperate, a cry in the dark.

At that moment, still gripping her tits, unconsciously rolling and tugging her nipples, I pulled my rigid, rigid cock back and pushed it forward, forcing its head into her pussy. As she gasped loudly, I cried, inanely, "On your toes, Mom ... on your toes," and pushed my cock all the way in.

She moaned the whole time I was shoving it in. It couldn't have been long but it seemed like forever. The warm, wet feel of my shaft running along that slippery, yet clinging channel. I'll never forget it, or the sound of her as I pushed home for the first time.

"Push back, push back," I yelled, urging her to resist, seeing her shove her hands against the headboard.

I pulled back, her body following as she shoved against the headboard, her cunt still enveloping me. Forward I lunged, her breath expelling with the force of my own shove. Back and forth we fought, no more talking, breathing heavily, raggedly, moaning and grunting. I was surprised how long I lasted. I never wanted to stop. It was wonderful. She was wonderful, the feel of her, thrilling. But finally, I found myself bursting, emptying, falling on her, forcing her flat on the mattress, gasping on her back.

As I recovered my breath, I kissed her. Many kisses.

"I love you, Mom, I love you."

"I love you too, honey."

Stupidly, I replied, "You're not asleep?"

"Are you kidding?" she answered.

"Does this mean I have to keep tickling?"

"Of course," she laughed.

My cock, still buried deep inside her, began to harden.

"Did I tell you I love you, Mom?"

"Yessss," she whispered, "but I want you to show me again."

"One more tickle from behind, and then I'll do the front, OK?"

"Ok."

"Will you let me sneak a peak then?" I laughed in her ear, "or will that be too frisky?"

"Brat," she said, followed by a little moan as I ground my cock deep into her, rolling it from side to side. "Stop talking now ... just fuck me ... that's it baby ... ohhhhhh ... fuck me ... unngghhh ... fuck me you little brat."

I just had to get my Dad to go camping even more.
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