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I toyed with the idea of stopping then. I loved the way she was letting me to blatantly feel her up without any protest. However, I had called this spot check on the spur of the moment after seeing Mom's breasts sloshing around under her t-shirt. Now that I had fondled them, and evidently gotten away with it, I was torn about going further. I needed time to think. Had she let me go this far because she was worried about Mrs. J and didn't want me going astray? If so, even greater rewards could be in the offing as long as I didn't fuck it up. It was that fear, and the fact that I needed to relieve the pressure building in my balls, that made me want to stop and run upstairs.
On the other hand, Mom was standing docile before me, eyes closed, swaying on her feet. Her obvious jealousy about Mrs. J was working to my advantage, working very well indeed. I hadn't wanted to leave her breasts and now I didn't want to leave the rest of her body either. Lust won out. I pushed my hands around to the small of her back and gently lowered them until my fingers were splayed over her buttocks. Gingerly, I moved my hands around her butt and was pleasantly surprised when Mom leaned forward and crashed her breasts softly into me.
She whispered, "I'm your mother," which could have been a quiet rebuke except it wasn't spoken in a recriminating tone.
Wonderful. I rubbed my hands all around Mom's ass, over and over and over, until her pelvis was pressed tightly against my groin and the growing bulge it contained. When it had grown as much as it could inside my jeans, Mom pushed herself back, perhaps aware for the first time of what she was resting against.
Reluctant for this to end, I pulled my hands around to her hips and knelt down before her, my hands following down the outside of her legs. Reaching Mom's feet, I caressed up the back of her calves, running my hands slowly up and down several times before moving to the inside of her legs above her knees. I looked up to see Mom's head thrown back, face pointed toward the ceiling, and I knew her eyes were closed and things were still ok. I pushed my hands higher between her closed thighs and Mom shifted her feet to make room, allowing my hands to slide up until the arc described by my thumbs and the edge of my forefingers fit snugly on either side of her crotch.
I stood up, keeping my hands between Mom's legs. As I reached my full height, I pulled my left hand away and put it on Mom's waist above her hip, then twisted my right to fully cup Mom's pussy outside her jeans. My touch was so light Mom might not have even been aware of it, but I was, and it made my cock so painfully hard I thought it was going to break. Several seconds passed in total stillness before I slid my hand up from Mom's side to cup her tit in my palm. I slid my hand around her tit and squeezed, bringing my fingers and thumb down until I was grasping her nipple. Pulling my other hand way from her snatch, I slid it up to grasp her other tit in the same way. Finally, knowing something had to break, I released Mom's breasts and put my arms around her. Looking down into her closed eyes, I kissed her gently on the lips.
"You passed," I whispered, then stepped away and quickly made my way out of the kitchen.
I passed by my father without looking at him and went straight to the bathroom to relieve myself. It didn't take long. I kept imagining what could have happened if Dad hadn't been home. Would she have let me pick her up and carry her to my bed? What was that she had said about Mr. J? Something about not showing Mrs. J the proper attention, and then remarking that it wasn't uncommon. Was that the way it was between Mom and Dad? Was Mom not only jealous of her friend but horny too? Would she actually let me do her? I beat my dick faster.
Mom had a hot body. Now that I thought about it, I definitely wanted to fuck her. The thought would have grossed me out only days ago but now, holding her and sensing her loneliness, I wanted to make her feel good. I wanted to make love to her. I had fucked one of her friends and was close to getting another but I didn't want to just fuck Mom. I wanted her badly, wanted her close to me, emotionally and sexually. In my mind, I strained to be close to her and felt every muscle in my body tensing with the effort.
"Oh fuck," I cried, forgetting I wasn't home alone. "Oh fuck," I cried again, releasing a rocket load of sperm. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."
I got in the shower after that to clean up but couldn't make it without wanking myself off again. Images of Mom standing there, head back and eyes closed, letting me touch her body, overcame me. I wanted her so badly my skin hurt. I returned to my room and decided to get changed for bed. When I opened my drawer to get out the next day's socks and underwear, I saw Mrs. Yamato's black underwear. The thought of her started to make me stiff again. She had such a hot little body. Could I have her and love Mom too? Definitely, I thought, my cock getting harder at the thought of it, having both of them, maybe even together.
The thought, good as it was, was interrupted. I looked closer at Mrs. Yamato's panties. I picked them up and confirmed what I thought I'd seen, Mom's panties lying underneath them. I had thrown those into the laundry thinking Mom wouldn't notice, that she would just wash them and put them back into her own drawer, thinking nothing of it, but here they were, all washed and folded, in my drawer.
What the fuck was going on? Mom had to have put them in there this afternoon, before the kitchen search, even before the surprise in the hallway. Was she sending me a message or was it just a mistake? How could this be a mistake?
I started to get horny again but worked out instead of jacking off again. I finished by setting up my chin-up bar between the top of my door jambs. It took a lot of chin-ups to deflate my boner. I turned on the computer and started a video game. The last thing I wanted to do was get on the Internet because I knew I'd open a porn site.
After I got bored of the game, I checked my email and was shocked to find a message from Mrs. Yamato, partly because it was surprising she even knew how to email anyone let alone that she knew my address. I opened the message and got another shock: a picture of Mrs. Yamato lying on her bed on her side but with her shoulders twisted so she could face the mattress. The picture was from behind, beautifully displaying her tight, well formed little butt from an angle sufficiently high that it was easy to see she had a mouthful of bed covers. 'Hubby is out Saturday night. I'm lonely and have no one to play with.' The message ended with a couple of sexy emoticons.
Holy shit! I was deep into it now. What to do?
I deleted the message, then changed my mind and recovered it. I didn't want to lose that picture. I shut down the computer and got into bed. I needed some sleep to get my head straight.
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I woke up. My eyes opened and realized I was awake. It was still dark, not quite pitch black but only because of the faint light spilling in from the hallway. Someone had left the bathroom light on with the door part way open. Shit. I couldn't sleep with any light on. Why hadn't I shut the door before going to bed? Oh yeah, I hadn't taken my chin-up bar down. With a groan, I sat up, put my head in my hands for a few seconds, then leaned back and shook my head. I swung forward and onto my feet, then started for the door.
"What the fuck?" I leapt back, scared. Relief flooded through me when I recognized Mom standing in the doorway, hands stretched up to loosely grip the chin-up bar.
"Shit, Mom! What are you doing. You scared the shit out of me."
"Shhhh, you'll wake your father," she said.
In the dim light I saw her look over her shoulder. I stepped closer and peered past her down the hall to my parents bedroom. As far as I could see in the dim light from the bathroom their bedroom door was closed. It would take a fair bit of noise to wake my heavy-sleeping father with the door uncharacteristically shut like that.
"Mom, what are you doing?" I repeated.
She laughed, a low sound that tumbled heavily in the silence.
"Spot check," she said with a throaty chuckle.
It was my turn to be surprised. For a minute I thought she was thinking of checking me out but when she just hung there, I realized she wanted me to pat her down again. My eyes traveled down her body as tingles shivered down mine. Lit dimly from behind, I couldn't see much more than the edges of the nightie she was wearing, a plain affair of mid-thigh length. It was too dark on my side of the light to see what color it was but she looked hot, that much I knew. Although her arms were stretched up so she could grab the chin-up bar, her legs were slightly bent to cock her hips in a sexy pose. My mind put the incongruities of Mom's height and that pose together and I realized that Mom had repositioned the bar lower while I slept. She had planned this and then waited for me to wake up, perhaps with some encouraging noises.
The thought of Mom waiting for me in this sexy pose, in her nightie, made my cock immediately stand to attention. I was glad it was darker in my room, because I was only wearing shorts and it was already stretched up and trying to push through the waistband.
"Spot check," Mom repeated.
I glanced at Mom's closed bedroom door. Now I would find out what might have happened in the kitchen if my father hadn't been in the living room.
"Ok, miss," I whispered. "You better not be trying to sneak something through."
"Oh no, Mr. Big," Mom playfully whispered back, her head shaking from side to side. "I would never try to do that."
"Stop talking," I commanded. Playing the role had worked before, I hoped it would now.
I placed my hands on Mom's shoulders but instead of running out to her arms, I moved them inward and grasped the sides of her head, gently rubbing my thumbs over her cheeks, under her jaw and across her throat. It felt like a sensual thing to do and I hoped it conveyed a message. I wanted to take advantage of Mom's provocative and playful mood and if she was going to leave me hanging, I may as well know sooner than later.
I slid my hands down her arms and back up the insides in my now familiar manner, pausing with my hands underneath her arms, cupping the side swells of her breasts. They were warm and soft, and unencumbered beneath the nightie. My cock poked through my waistband.
I slipped my hands down Mom's sides but instead of following her waist to her hips I abruptly changed direction and pushed my hands underneath her tits.
Mom gasped in surprise. "Is that proper?" she asked.
I was caught off guard and momentarily lost my nerve but my need was too dire and the potential rewards for continuing too great. I swallowed and plunged ahead.
"Don't speak," I instructed, twisting my hands around to grasp her tits firmly to emphasize who was in charge. "It will only go worse for you."
"Yes sir," Mom tittered.
"Be quiet."
I was surprised that my voice reflected pure authority and none of the fear and relief dominating my mind. Mom nodded her head, her auburn hair glinting in the low light. I pinched my fingers and thumbs together until her nipples were captured. She started to say something again but thought better of it. I rolled her nipples between my fingers and tugged them up until the nightie slipped from my grasp and Mom's tit's slumped back against her chest.
"What's that you've got there?" I asked, playing the same game I had with Mrs. Yamato.
"I...,"
"I said don't talk." This time, I felt totally in command.
I grasped Mom's tits again and hefted them, then let them fall back. As they bounced on her chest, I put my hands on Mom's hips and ran them down her legs, kneeling as I went. As usual, I caressed her calves for a minute before proceeding up the inside of her legs but instead of sliding between her thighs, I slipped my hands around the outside and behind to fondle her ass and squeeze her cheeks. I gripped them firmly, one in each hand, and pressed my forehead to her belly. I was being so obvious now yet she wasn't complaining or pulling away. I pinched her belly through the nightie with my lips and she pushed her soft tummy against my face.
Reaching up under Mom's nightie at last, I went directly to her panties, pinched the legs and started tugging them down. Incredibly, Mom offered no resistance. When they were at her knees, I slid my hands up under her nightie again and rubbed them all around her thighs and bare ass but I stayed away from her honey pot. I could sense it more strongly now and felt it was too powerful to touch yet. I stood up.
"Turn around," I commanded gruffly, "and keep your hands on the bar."
Mom twisted around in the doorway, reversing her grip on the bar but carefully changing only one hand at a time. When she was facing the dim light in the hallway, she kinked her hips and swayed her ass slowly from side to side. I slipped my hands around her waist and moved up to grasp her tits.
"What have you got here?" I whispered.
Mom tensed up but was silent. I squeezed her tits until my hands closed around her nipples. As before, I pinched and tugged them until the nightie slipped through my fingers. I moved closer, pressing my hardened shorts against her bum, before recapturing her breasts.
"What do we have here," I whispered again, pressing myself firmly into her ass.
Again, Mom was silent. I fondled her tits more gently, taking much longer this time before her stiff nipples slipped from my grasp. Raising my foot, I placed it between her legs, above her panties, and pushed them down to the ground. Mom stepped out of them, one foot at a time.
"I'll keep these," I whispered, kissing the side of her neck.
"Ok," Mom whispered, following it up with a small sound, not quite a moan, maybe a whimper, but I decided to let it go.
"We're a little suspicious of you, miss, so we'll have to do a more extensive search," I said, wondering why I was persisting with the sham. Surely, there was no need to now.
I slipped my hands down and brought them up underneath Mom's nightie, straight up until I was grasping her breasts but this time I had her bare tits in my hand. I squeezed until my fingers slipped down to pinch her nipples, rolled them around and tugged them out. This time, they didn't slip away and I held her tits up by the nipples until Mom released a small gasp, then mashed them to her chest, squeezing and pinching, and ground myself into her bottom as I munched on the side of her neck.
"Beautiful," I whispered, unprofessionally.
I continued massaging her tits and stayed much longer there while kissing her neck and humping her bottom. I continued rubbing until the tip of my cock slid against Mom's bare ass. Mom's nightie had ridden up. We were both Mom panting audibly now.
I released Mom's tits and dropped my hands down in front to the top of her thighs, bracketing her pussy, whose warmth was now easily felt. I rubbed my fingers up and down on either side, urging her lower lips together, then pulling them apart, before lifting my left arm up to curl my hand around her belly under her breasts. The right, I moved over until it was directly above her pussy and extended my longest finger down, pointing right at her juncture. I slipped my finger down until it was teasing the very top of the little hood above her slit.
"You haven't been receiving proper attention, have you?"
Always honest, Mom shook her head. I rubbed my bare cockhead up and down through the crack in her ass.
"Would you like to?" Quickly, I changed that to, "Don't you deserve it?"
Mom was still, very still, then her head nodded briefly, just once.
I didn't need more than that. I slid my finger down until it pushed into her slit. Mom slumped but I tightened my arm around her waist and held her while I slipped my fingers up and down several times, slicking it up, then inserted its tip inside, finding and penetrating her wet hole. I kissed Mom's neck and she turned her head my way. I found her mouth and covered it with mine, slipping my tongue into her in time with the second insertion of my finger. I flicked my tongue in and out of Mom's mouth, coordinating each insertion with my plunging finger. I kissed her harder when I added the second finger and humped her rump more firmly to force her upon my hand.
Mom was gasping under my whole body fondle but when she started to moan, I released her and stepped back. Thankfully, she managed to hang on to the bar because her legs were trembling so hard I don't think she could have stood on her own. Mom turned to look at me, but I barked an order for her to stay still. I removed my shorts and stood behind her, the largest erection I had ever grown swinging erratically behind her ass.
My eyes now acclimatized to the darkness, I could see that the nightie had slid down a little but not to its originally mid-thigh position. It was caught up on Mom's hips and barely covered her ass. It may have been my imagination but I thought I could see a dark line marking the division between her cheeks which were quivering — in anticipation? I could only hope. I let my cock bump against Mom's buttocks a couple of times, pushing her nightie between her legs, before issuing my next order.
"Turn around," I said.
Mom turned around as before, one hand at a time. It was still quite dark in my room but by the glints of her eyes I knew she could see I was naked and was staring at my cock. I bent down and grasped her ankles, then stood up, pulling her feet up with me. Mom gasped and frantically gripped the bar to keep from falling down. Standing in front of Mom, holding her ankles together in front of me, I stepped forward, bending her knees and pulling her feet apart to spread her legs, then stepped forward again, lifting Mom's feet and hooking them around my hips. I stepped closer yet and Mom curled her legs around me and tightened them of her own accord until my cock was scraping between her inner thighs. I took the last step and my cock rubbed and careened past Mom's pussy onto her belly. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her.
"Lift up if you want it," I whispered.
I expected Mom to try to prolong the pretense of the game or at least to hesitate, struggling with the decision, but she immediately pulled herself up, swung her hips forward until my tip was in her slit, and pushed herself down onto my cock with a bang, forcing her cunt over my head and down my shaft, slippery but tight, yielding yet on the attack. Her arms left the bar and encircled my neck, her mouth finding mine but only after she whispered, "Make love to me, son."
"I will," I gasped, as if an answer was required, swung Mom away from the doorway and walked her toward my bed.
"The door," she gasped.
I swiveled back, reached up and yanked the chin-up bar off.
"Hurry," Mom cried, forgetting to whisper.
I tossed the bar to the floor and pushed the door but it didn't close all the way. Fuck it. Mom was already churning her hips, grinding her cunt on the root of my fully embedded cock.
"Fuck me," she gasped.
We didn't make it to the bed. We fell just short. Mom pulled her knees back and I moved up to straddle her haunches, re-inserted myself, and immediately started banging the daylights out of her with wild abandon. Mother fucking! This was the best, the very best. I reached around her legs to grab her tits, squeezed them hard, and pounded away, literally throwing my hips at her, almost folding my body over her bent form. Our coupling was loud and wet, full of grunts and groans, wild and needy. We twisted about on the carpet but always with Mom's legs folded back and me straddling her, hands firmly grasping her tits, face to face, staring at each other.
