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A Gift From Mom

... her eyes shut tight at the realization of what he had her doing. The wantonness of it piqued her. Once more, she felt herself react between her legs. "Oh, Billy," her voice was raspy. A couple of up and down strokes had him rocking against her. He sounded out a low, continuous groan, and it struck her that he was as lost in his exhilaration as she had been just earlier. This spurred her on. Her words were in a half whisper from behind him. "Let go." His hand fell away from hers, and hers stayed clasped to him. Her fist kept its steady effort up and down as if she were taking her time milking him. The skin had a satin-like texture and moved in her hand. She marveled at him. He was already close. "Yeah, yeah." She liked encouraging him. His body straightened and he choked an 'oh, oh'. Her hand kept going, and he jerked in her hand. He was spurting over and over, and a milky wetness coated her fingers. It continued erupting and she maintained her pace. She was determined to finish him completely. He convulsed and grunted even harder. Eventually, he put his hand on hers to stop. They remained in place as he tried to compose himself, and the thickness in her hand was very imposing to her still. 'Unreal'. When his breathing was back closer to normal, she untangled from him. She kept her hand a little aloft as she went into the bathroom. She turned on the faucet with her unaffected right hand, and focused her attention to her left hand. It lifted closer to her face so she could ...

... examine it. Her fingers and her palm was coated with the glaze of his semen. Her index finger and thumb rolled over each other and the slickness tantalized her. Curiosity took her and she brought the hand closer to her nose. The saltiness was strong and pungent. This close, his cream looked even shinier. Her hand stayed close and she batted her eyes several times. 'No, no. Don't go there. You absolutely cannot do that.' Earlier in her life, she would have indulged her curiosity. Was that spirit returning? She pushed her hand down to the sink, and it drifted under the water. She clicked some soap and wrung out his seed from her skin, as she lowered her head and searched herself for how this happened. A warmth filed her, even though her mind scolded her. No, she shouldn't have let this happen. That was her mind talking. In her heart and even lower inside, the expressions were different. Looking back over the day, she had to admit to how she was drawn to him. He was more a mature, young man than her image of him used to be, and all day long, they had both had grown closer. Tomorrow she might feel otherwise, but right then she liked how he was so attracted to her. He had made his interest apparent. And, her lips curled with a last thought as she emerged from the bathroom. The truth was she was happy he had acted on it. She shook her head in disbelief with herself. She clicked the light and stepped lightly to the bed. Tomorrow, she would act more responsibly alright. But tonight, she ...