Thanksgiving and Christmas: Part 3 - Sex Stories

Thanksgiving and Christmas: Part 3

... in sync. Mom collapsed beside me, and I immediately rolled onto her to kiss her briefly. I then moved to her breasts and began to suckle. Mom placed her hands on my head and told me I was insatiable. I asked her if that was bad, and she laughed, telling me no, it wasn't.

I eased up on her breasts and nipples, then lay my head across her chest to catch my breath. Mom used one finger to sift through my hair as we lay panting.

We lay silently, thinking about what we just did. It was getting late, and I heard Mom yawn. She said she was sorry, and I told her not to be. She'd worn me out, and it was a marvelous feeling. Mom said we should get some sleep, and we had all day tomorrow to play and explore. I said I liked the sound of that. So, we cuddled and fell asleep in each other's arms. Before I dozed off, I thought about how kinky we'd been. I recalled Carli and her 'coach' kink and thought the one Mom and I just did was a bit kinkier. But, then, I wasn't familiar with kinky things, and we were both adults, and it didn't hurt anyone.

I fell asleep wondering what things Mom and I would explore in the morning. I was sure it would be fun and a bit naughty.

I kissed Mom goodnight, and soon I heard her snoring away.

I snuck out of bed on Saturday morning before Mom woke up and texted Mika, Ivy, and Isabel that I wouldn't be practicing with them. I told them something came up, and I needed to deal with it. Nothing tragic, so don't worry.

I went back to Mom's bed and ...

... snuggled with her. She gradually opened her eyes and turned towards me. She smiled, "Good morning, my love. How did you sleep?"

I kissed her lips briefly, "Good morning. I slept well. You wore me out, and I loved it."

Mom grinned, "I think we wore each other out, sweetness. I loved it, too."

I thought momentarily, "Can I ask you a question?"

Mom smiled, shifted lower in the bed, and kissed my nipple. She looked at me, "Of course you can. You can ask me anything."

I purred when I felt her lips on my nipple, "I'm a little confused about love. I know I love you as my Mom, and I love you like this. I think I'm attracted to Michelle because she loves you, treats me special, and is hot. I think I'm falling in love with Mika, but she's straight, and I don't know if she'd ever love me like I think I love her. I've never had a best friend except for you. All of this confuses me."

Mom suckled me once more, then replied, "I can see how it's all very confusing. First, you and I have an extraordinary love. Not everyone would understand or accept it, even though we're not blood-related. I don't care about those people, and neither should you. Second, I agree Michelle is a very hot sweetie. I see how you look at each other, and I'm not blind. She and I have discussed this. I was distraught with Susan when she mentioned some things I won't repeat to you. But I've thought about it since, and I think I may have overreacted. Michelle is more straightforward forward, you might ...