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A Gift From Mom

... was. But really, my rush was to get to right here. To get to this moment, right now." Her words started sinking in, and his brow tightened. His chest lifted and fell, and he took the couple of steps to stand in front of her. His closeness shook her. His face tilted, and she watched his mouth come to hers. She closed her eyes right before the softness of his lips found her. The kiss was slight at first and then he neared more. His lips opened hers and their mouths joined. His tongue slipped inside her mouth and caressed her. Their mouths pressed tighter. As tenderly as he had started, he soon withdrew. Her lips lingered at his as his face eased away. She brought a hand to his chest and stroked there. Next came her other hand and they both went to his shirt buttons. Her eyes clinched shut and then reopened, as she started undoing the shirt. Billy pulled his shirt from his trousers, as she finished the buttons. He then jerked to remove both shoes and socks. When his hands came to the shirt, he started to pull it away. "Stop." Her voice was abrupt. She took his arms and positioned him around to where he stood right in front of the bed. Methodically, her hands took each side of his shirt, and she brought it back and down his arms on her own. There was no t-shirt underneath, and his bare chest and arms were at her face. Her fingertips drew lines over his pecs and then her hands went flat as they came into contact with his sides. She held his sides, as she brought her face ...

... against the warm lightly haired skin in the middle of his torso. Her head took a slow, sensual swipe from where one cheek rubbed his chest to then the other cheek rubbing it. When the unhurried brush of her face finished, her head centered again. Then, her lips kissed to his skin and left moist, red spots about his ribs and stomach. When she took a step back, she looked up at his face. His excitement burned in his eyes, and she knew he was at least as stirred as she was. Her eyes stayed on his and saw his eyes widen, when her hands went to his belt. "Are you sure this is what you want?" Her voice was low. "Absolutely." She held his eyes a moment more, and then they left his face. She brought her gaze to his waist. They both watched her hands unbuckle his belt. As she undid his trousers, she glanced back to him. His breathing was ragged and his chest moved more. Her eyes darted down, spied the zipper for her fingers and shot back to his. His eyes narrowed and he let out a moan, her fingers pulling at his zipper. She stopped for a second when it was pulled all the way down, and he gasped. Her attention traveled back to his trousers, and this time it stayed, as she let first her right hand and then her left hand pull at the waistband of his boxers. It was as if she was loosening them, because she didn't try to do more with them at first. It was just the fingers tugging open his waistband and then letting it close back. There were a couple of the tugs and then her thumbs replaced her ...