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A Gift From Mom

... washed over her. She experienced the sensuousness of his mouth, but the effects had traveled her whole body. Her mind fixed on what she had felt deeply. As soon as she did, the sensation was back. 'I must be crazy'. How in the world was she responding to him the way she was? Even worse, it had returned. She even thought of slipping back into the bathroom to remedy her state. Then, his hand came to her shoulder. It was slight at first. Just a touch to where his fingers met her shirt at her mid shoulder. She didn't speak. She found herself uncertain what she wanted to say. His hand then expanded and it was flat on her shoulder. It was gentle but it was now firm. A thought told her to tell him not to, but she didn't speak. His hand started gripping her muscle and then releasing it. There were three or four squeezes, and then it moved in a circle. His large palm massaged the entire right shoulder blade that was in front of him. She felt tension release from her back. 'What am I thinking, letting this happen?' His rubbing on her shoulder, spread to her back, and the effect was to draw the sheet further down. His hand was firm and kneaded at her. Her body absorbed his strong touch. It impressed her as some of the most sensual and loving caressing she had experienced in a long time. She realized she didn't want it to stop. 'Is this what I want? I can't believe I feel so caught up in this.' Her entire body was buzzing with a tingling she adored. Part of her still resisted, but her ...

... aching was too intense. In a long, slow move, her arms went above her head, while her torso tilted downward onto her stomach. Her face was set into the nook of her left elbow, and her right arm stayed on the bed and over her head, too. She was flat on her stomach, and the sheet was at her waist. Both his hands now pressed her mid back, and he braced on them to sit up. The pressure on her back kept up, and he went to bringing his hands upward and then sturdily back down. The full strokes on her back alternated with occasional squeezes to her shoulders, and her body was like putty. Her breathing went ragged. There was movement on the bed, but his hands didn't leave her back. She did feel the sheet go lower. A couple of more slow strokes down her back, and she was completely relaxed and flat onto the bed. Her entire body was stimulated. Several thoughts danced in her mind. The tender kiss earlier outside, the remembrance that she hadn't been this turned on since Brad, and the certainty that she could explode with ecstasy at any moment. His hands went over her back and onto her glutes, and she instantly responded. No hesitation at all. Only total instinct and reaction. Her hips lifted off the bed. She hovered there. Just as she hadn't hesitated, she picked up that he didn't either. His right hand curved right between her cheeks and then his hand palmed her crotch. Her head shot upward off the bed. Looking forward towards the head of the bed, she grunted. His hand pressed and then ...