Mothers Plan Didn`t Work part 1 - Sex Stories

Mothers Plan Didn`t Work part 1

... their spirited talks, always filling the room with laughter. Watching them closely interact, I often wondered if they had sexually experimented when they were younger. They seemed closer than most sisters and adding to my suspicion, she’d close the door during some of their chats. After their call ended, Mom joined me in the living room, settling beside me on the couch. She appeared tired and I felt her weight against me as she rested her head on my shoulder. Her breathing turned slow and deep as she dozed off and on. This gave me a chance to admire her exposed legs. Her robe had risen up far enough to expose her firm and lean thighs. I found it difficult to resist reaching down to caress them or better yet, lean down and suck a chunk of her firm thigh flesh. She woke up, kissed me on the cheek, bid me goodnight, and headed off to her bedroom. I retired to my room and was finally able to sleep after stroking off a big load, envisioning her luscious legs. After that night, she repeated massaging my shoulders and head each night I studied. The weekends flew by and all week at school, my thoughts filled with returning home to Mom.

One weekend, she insisted on dancing again. I enjoyed the romantic evening and my dancing skills slowly improved with greater confidence. Later in the evening, when Mom chatted with my aunt, I walked up behind her and massaged her shoulders as she had done to me. She jumped and yelped from my contact. Aunt Kathy asked, “What’s wrong, Sis? Are you ...

... feeling okay?” Only Mom’s face appeared on my aunt’s screen, so she didn’t know I was the cause of Mom’s shriek. Mom replied, “It’s nothing. I’ve been a little tense today, but I’m already feeling better.” That was the only encouragement I needed to continue caressing her. Both of us wore robes and although the thick cotton prevented me from touching her bare skin, it still felt great. I continued to caress her, looking over her shoulder to see her robe part as my hands shifted her fabric. The tops of her breasts became visible as I worked on her shoulders. After my fingers dug in deeper, the material slid to the sides. Her bra peeked out, surprising me as I had always fantasized she was braless under her robe. It wasn’t upsetting enough to keep my prick from becoming stiff. While I leaned over, admiring her cleavage, I noticed Mom glancing past the monitor a few times. I continued kneading when I saw her look up again, so I looked up to see what she was looking at. It was a mirror. I forgot she had one hanging on the wall in her office. Its reflection showed Mom in front of the monitor, talking to her sister like nothing had happened. It appeared Mom didn’t mind me leering at her attributes. When she finished her call, my fingers traveled up the back of her head as she had done to me ... I marveled at how well it felt to run my fingers through her silky hair across her sensitive scalp. Goosebumps appeared on her arms and I knew exactly how she felt. I concluded my massage by ...