A Friday night with mom - Sex Stories

A Friday night with mom

... pulse quickened as his mom stepped closer to him, the water from the shower head spraying down over her and upon her shoulders. He noticed that her toenails were painted. He suddenly couldn't find the strength to lift his face and meet her gaze. His heart hammered in his chest and he suddenly felt physically sick. A moment of panic struck him. He felt acid rise up inside of him and burn his throat. It had all sounded so ideal when his father had proposed the deal. The idea had thrilled and kept him excited while waiting for tonight. It had giving him a newfound determination to succeed in school. To knuckle down and allow time to fly while he waited for tonight to arrive. Now he felt terrible. "Mikey," his mom spoke, her hand lifting his chin and bringing his eyes to meet hers. "Calm down. You look like you're ready to bolt. Just relax, won't you." Mikey worked on his breathing as he stood back against the tiled wall. His body began to shiver, the cold ceramic chilling his skin. His mom took his hand and brought him back under the flow of hot water. Both their bodies so close together, crowding under the spray of the shower head as they stood naked. Mother and son. Son and mother. Both of them waiting to see who would make the first move. "Do you want to do this, honey?" His mom asked him. "It's fine if you don't. This is a big deal after all, no matter what your father says." Mikey could only stand mute as he listened to her words. His eyes taking in his mom's face, ...

... following the line of her neck downwards to her body and over her chest. As he stood there, gazing upon the heavy mounds and full curves of her tits, his mouth watered at the prospect of taking an erect stubby nipple between his lips and teasing it with his tongue. He jumped with shocked surprise as his mom's hand slipped over his thickened penis and held it in her warm soft hand. "Mikey, you need to answer, honey. Do you want to do this?" His mom was fondling him as she asked. The back of her hand stroking along the pole-like length of him, the knuckles dragging one by one over the tumescent cylinder of his sex. She stepped closer. Their bodies met under the cascading water. Mikey's boyish frame meeting the soft, fuller, womanly body of his mom. The contact felt like a buzz of electricity running over his skin. He no longer felt ill. The reason why his breathing was so fast was now solely brought about by arousal. His mom lifted her leg and brought it up against his. The soft, smooth flesh of her inner thigh rubbing sensuously over the long muscle of his leg. As she leant into him he felt the touch of her pubic hair tickling his skin. He braced his legs, feet apart, supporting both his own and his mom's weight. She still held his swollen cock. Her fingers wrapped around his aroused flesh possessively. Her eyes bored into his with an intensity that he'd never known from her before. It scared him as much as thrilled. Her lips came close to his. Touched, and then her teeth nipped his ...