Valentine's Candy: Open Wide pt 2 - Sex Stories

Valentine's Candy: Open Wide pt 2

... to crying. Then she grinned, reached up and kissed him. Not an intimate kiss, but not how he remembered her kissing in the past. It surprised him, but he thought he might have kissed her back before her lips pulled back. "I think I like dancing drunk with my son." She wrapped her arms around his neck again, tucking her face back away. His hands responding using their presence on her tight bottom to pull her against him. He felt another kiss on his neck, under the jaw. This one lingered, felt wetter. When it ended he heard. "I think you're sexy too. I never realized what a sexy man you've become." For a few seconds, they rocked in silence. The whole length of her body contoured to his. He wasn't sure when her midsection had found his erection, but it's growth since they had begun to dance had been making that progressively more likely. "Until I saw what you did to your aunt today." Valentine jumped. He tried to push away from his mom's body. She clung to his neck. "It's okay, it's okay, baby." She repeated, stroking his head as he stopped struggling. She laughed, bringing his bright red face up to look at her. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you. I didn't mean to see." He shook his head. Could this day get any crazier? He thought as his mom continued trying to explain her sudden knowledge of his recent deep throating, "Your door was open." That made him break a smile. "My first thought is 'who is this strange man in my house doing Mar like a cumslut?'" Val choked. ...

... "Mom!" "Then I noticed the hunky guy with the firehose looked like my innocent school boy son." "Enough! Mom, please!" "That Mar, she do love her some big cock." He had to agree to that, as wistfully as a teenage year old boy can. "She makes it hard to say no." "The deep-throat cumslut." "Mom! Jesus." Valentine was completely distracted by the smile that lit her entire face. His mom looked so happy, so aren't-I-clever, so...close. She was plainly rocking against his hard shaft, almost but not quite grinding against him. The tear forming in the corner of her eye quivered, catching the fractured light of the hanging crystal fixture. Her eyes drew him in. He did feel close to her, partly because of that radiating glow she beamed at him. He was her son, and his first instinct always was to make her smile or laugh or hug him close in joy. That made everything right. That made him a good son. "I love you, Mom." Her smile tightened. Her brow came together. A tear rolled down her cheek, carrying the hint of a thin grey line of make-up with it. She tucked her head down, to hide the tear, and turned in his arms. Valentine felt her lean back against him as she guided his arms around her ribs and tight stomach. His chin cleared her shoulder with little to spare, putting his nose back in the silky musk of her hair. "I love you too, baby. More than anything." She kept her small hands on his, two sets of arms crossed in front of her, holding them tight together. Her first sway with the music ...