Mothers Plan Didn`t Work part 2 - Sex Stories

Mothers Plan Didn`t Work part 2

... looking forward to tonight.”When the music ended, Sarah pulled away and gripped my waist to remind me of how she told me to end a dance. I held her and kissed her, no longer concerned with hiding that we French kissed. Our tongues danced with each other as we lovingly kissed each other. When finished, I turned and headed for my room. As I passed my red-faced mother, Sarah scolded me again, “Billy, you were raised better than that. Kiss your mother goodnight and tell her you love her like a loving son does.” I placed my hands on Mom’s waist and leaned down to kiss her. I opened my mouth and ran my tongue along her lips again. She opened her mouth and did the same, sensuously running her tongue across my lips, meeting my tongue and playfully teasing it. I pulled back, and whispered, “I love you, Mom. Goodnight.” On my way to my bedroom, Mom softly replied, “I love you too, Billy.”

After I made it to my room, I heard Mom’s and Sarah’s doors closing several times. I figured Mom and her were making sure each ended up with their own clothes. The house fell silent and I surfed to stall the two hours I promised Sarah, so she’d be soundly sleeping. Involved in reading, I inadvertently went thirty minutes over what we had arranged. I stripped off my clothes, grabbed one of my pillows, and quietly opened my bathroom door to gain access to Sarah’s door. I paused to allow my eyes to adjust to the darkness. There was a nightlight in the bathroom but it was very dim. I opened up the ...

... door to Sarah’s room and left the door open to let in the small amount of light. It was pitch black in her room and I could barely make out the bed. I slowly made my way to her and could hear her sleeping. Her breaths were deep and slow, indicating she was sound asleep. I was glad to find only a thin sheet covering her. I pulled it down to the end of the bed. It was warm in the room and the sheet was probably even too much. I groped around to where her shoulder should be and touched her arm. She didn’t stir. I followed her arm to her nightie, delighted to discover it was the same one she wore in the living room. I moved one side of her nightie off her breast to the side and repeated with the other. I readied myself to throw the pillow on her, but she remained in a deep sleep. Leaning over, I ran my tongue across her nearest nipple. I gently licked it while cupping her other full breast in my hand. I gently massaged it and located her nipple with my index finger and thumb. She stirred, but it appeared she was incorporating it in her dreams. When I twisted her nipples with my mouth and fingers, her breathing became labored. As she awakened, she moaned. With my free hand, I placed the pillow over her head whispering to her, “Moan in the pillow. Remember, Mom is in the next room.” I brought my hand down and kneaded both breasts, relishing their fullness. I latched on to her nipple with my mouth and the areola was higher than ever, engorged with blood. She panted heavily and I felt ...