Sleeping? - Sex Stories

Sleeping?

... "Do you think that will help, Principal Lydia?" I groaned. "This woman...she's unforgettable...unattainable...an obsession. How can you cure my addiction?" "What if we deny you this woman - remove her from your life? What do you think that would do to you? Would this be the remedy for your sick devotion?" she sounded so sultry. "I'd die," I gave a truncated wail. "Oh, we can't have that," Mom looked back, truly entertained and aroused. "If denial isn't an option, we should wean you off this woman with tiny tidbits until you can do without." "If I get a taste and can't have another, I'll go mad with lust," I groaned. "I guess the only thing else I can do is give you something that makes you forget this other woman. What do you think of that, you naughty boy?" she grinned. I didn't reply. I looked at her gorgeous ass then turned away. "Oh...does the naughty boy want Principal Lydia? Is that your problem?" she taunted me with a salacious circuit of her buttocks. "It was always you, Principal Lydia," I swore. "Oh," she cooed. "Poor boy. Have you been stealing glances at your principal? What fascinates you? My breasts?" she cupped her left breast and half turned, presenting it to me. "My ass?" she rubbed her right butt cheek. "My taut stomach, strong thighs, well-defined calves? What lures your eyes?" "I - I want to kiss Principal Lydia," I stammered. Mom turned around with a wicked, sexy smile on her face. She leaned in, swatted my grasping hands aside, and then pulled off my ...

... shirt. Lydia stepped back and began pulling her shorts down. I quickly mimicked her. She resumed her position, straddling my lap. "Kiss me then," she murmured. I did and with gusto. "Very," kiss, "well," kiss, "Benji," kiss. "No," kiss, "restraints." Mom gave a gasp of surprise as I spun us around and laid her out on the sofa with me on top. I rained down endless kisses on her. Pushing her down was the only burst of frantic activity this time. I chose to not pile-drive her pussy to make a point to both of us. Eventually I rolled us around so that we were lying on the sofa, my back to the back cushions and Lydia with her back to me. I propped my head up with forearm and elbow. My left arm was draped over her waist. She had pulled that hand up to her breast. I cupped her right tit and her hand covered mine. Randomly, I would place kisses along her upper arm, shoulder, neck, jaw, ear and temple. Mom sighed contentedly against me. It was the happiest I'd ever seen her. Letterman came on, stirring my Mother to action. "What are we doing tomorrow?" she posed. "After I wake up next to you, I'm going to explore your beauty by daylight," I mused. "Breakfast, your office, and then the apartment." "You are still going to move out?" she whispered. "Yeah," I mumbled. "Me and my woman fight a lot. From time to time, I'm going to need a place to go to and cool off. She's a dynamite lady, but man, she's got a temper." She pulled my hand off her breast, brought it to her mouth and bit my ...