Mommy's Bosom - Sex Stories

Mommy's Bosom

... started to sit up, saying, "Sweetie, I'm flattered that you think I'm beautiful, but your Dad leaving just proves that I'm not. At least not to him anymore. If it will make you feel better, then go ahead and touch them."

She turned onto her back and took another long swig of wine. I slipped my hand back inside her robe, resting my hand on her boob. I cupped her right breast, squeezing it. It was much larger than my hand, both hands, actually. I kneaded her tit like a ball of dough. It amazed me to watch her nipple grow erect.

"Do you even know what that's doing, honey?" Mom asked, looking up at me.

"No, um, I mean, I've never actually done this before," I sheepishly replied.

"Sweetie, you gotta mix it up a little, you know, play with the nipple, give it a tweak. Don't just squeeze the boob like a stress ball," she chastised me.

I did as I was told and pinched her nipple.

"Ow!" Mom yelped. "Not that hard." she slapped my hand.

The more my hand played under her robe, the more exposed her breast had become, and soon I was looking at her bare titties. I was amazed at how large her areola was, and I circled them with my fingers and tweaked her nips. I wanted to play with them both and shifted positions so I was sitting cross-legged with her head fully in my lap. I could now freely investigate Mommy's bosom. I caressed both tits in unison, grazing both nipples with my fingers. I tweaked and twisted her nips; I pinched them gently, pulling up, lifting her boobs ...

... up from her chest. I'd give them a little shake, making them jiggle. Mom laughed,

"Are you having fun?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied with a smirk on my face.

"It is nice being touched like this," she said with a sigh.

Mom's breathing changed, becoming deep and rhythmic. She closed her eyes and let her head sink deeper into my lap. I could feel the tip of my erect penis pressing the back of her head.

"Mmm, that feels good," Mom moaned as she pressed her head down harder onto my lap.

I didn't know if she meant my hands or my cock pressing against her skull. Mom's robe had fallen aside, fully exposing both of Mom's breasts. Only the belt of her robe kept me from seeing her fully nude body. Mom inhaled deeply through her nostrils, taking in the sensual touch of my fingertips. She took another long pull from the wine bottle and set it on the floor next to her. Again, she moaned,

"Mmm, do you know what you're doing, aah to me?" She whispered to me.

Mom crossed her legs, hooking her ankles, squeezing her thighs together. Her hips began to undulate, and her toes curled. She held her breath as her body trembled,

"Ah, um, oh my god," she whimpered, and her body stiffened, then quivered in my hands.

I had just made my Mother cum by only playing with her nipples. I started to pull my hands away, but Mom grabbed my hands, holding them to her breasts until her climax waned. She smiled up at me when her eyes opened.

"Thank you, sweetheart," she said, rolling ...