Morning drinks with mom - Sex Stories

Morning drinks with mom

I lived across the road from my parents. My own little love nest. My mom would visit me every morning for coffee, of course, after dad had left for work. It was our 'usual' routine.

My mom would always like to wear skirts and blouses. Lately, her skirts had become shorter than the 'usual' ones she wore.

This day, I got the usual morning knock on my door. I opened it and there stood mom.. She was wearing the shortest skirt I had ever seen her wear--it was very nearly a mini skirt, as most of her legs were on display, and she still looked stunning.

She spoke, "Good morning."

I stood there, speechless; just ogling mom.

She asked, "Are you going to let me in."

"Oh, of course, come in," was all I could say.

So I opened the door fully, and mom came inside. I closed the door, and quickly went to my open-plan kitchen. I wanted to see how mom would manage sitting on the sofa. She kept her legs together and slowly lowered herself down, not exposing anything.

With my disappointment of having seen nothing, I made our coffees and moved the mugs over to the coffee table.

Mom leaned forward, and placed the coasters for the hot coffees.

It was only at this time, I realised what blouse mom was wearing. A white blouse with a zip opening. It seemed that I had missed her blouse at the door, that I was far too busy ogling her short skirt. After I put the coffee mugs down, I walked around the coffee table and began to sit down next to mom.

But somehow, I managed ...

... to half slip and fell onto the sofa. My left hand landed on the arm of the sofa and my right hand landed on mom's knee.

Mom asked, "Are you okay?"

I answered, "I'm fine, I just slipped."

But I then realised how soft mom's skin felt; much softer than her age would lead one to believe--definitely as soft as my last girlfriend's.

I proceeded to tell her, "Your skin is so soft."

She said, "I cream my skin every day."

I asked, "You cream all your skin?"

"Everywhere," she answered, with a big smile on her face.

I took this as a gesture for me to explore her skin. I ran my hand down from her knee slowly to her ankle, enjoying the softness of mom's silky, soft skin.

Mom seemed to be enjoying it, too.

On reaching her ankle,

I said, "Wow, mom, you do have very soft skin,"

With a smile, she answered, "I told you so."

Then, I slowly ran my hand back up mom's leg, and this journey upwards was definitely more interesting. My thoughts were racing ahead, as to what would happen. Once I reached her knee again, which, unfortunately, I did far too quickly,

I didn't remove my hand. Instead, I massaged mom's knee; which again, she seemed to be enjoying. Knowing this, I plugged up the courage and moved my hand upwards.

I managed to reach the hem of her skirt, where I stopped my hand; waiting for any comments from mom.

But I was met with silence. I moved the tips of my fingers forward, moving them under the hem of her skirt.

Was at this moment that ...