Clementina, Chapter I – Penetration - Sex Stories

Clementina, Chapter I – Penetration

... and set it aside, then held her hand out for my towel.

I had managed to bring my erection under control, and it hadn’t been too obvious when we were flirting, but as I let her pull the towel from my body, my cock popped out, ready for action. My mom pretended she hadn’t noticed and just gestured to the bed.

I lay down on my side on the bed, waiting for my cock to shrink enough that I could lay down on my stomach comfortably. My mother didn’t help. She put her glass down besides mine, and pulled off her tank top.

Her breasts swung free. She wasn’t huge like Clementina, but she wasn’t exactly small either. They hung firm but soft above her firm, toned stomach. Her high nipples pointed upwards, hard and erect. She tossed her top to the side, and pushed her pedal pushers to the floor, leaving her only in her tiny, damp thong. Her labia pressed against the thin, moist fabric.

I thought of all the times I had seen her tease guys. For all that teasing, I was the one who was actually getting ready to smell, touch, taste her body. I was dying to be inside of her.

She reached for the massage oil. She dribbled some of the oil on her breasts, and as I watched she rubbed her hands over them, caressing them, pinching the nipples, running her fingertips across the brown aureoles. I glanced back up at her face and realized she was watching me watch her – that made me even harder. She smiled and I smiled back.

She pushed her thong off and let it drop to the floor, running ...

... her oiled hands down between her legs, letting the oil mix with her fluids. God, I wanted her - and the look in her eyes was pure desire.

“If I’m going to massage your shoulders, you’re going to have to lay down on your stomach,” she said, giggling, staring at my cock. I very gently tucked my erection underneath me and slowly slid myself down onto the bed on my stomach, shifting to make sure I didn’t injure myself. Once I had stopped shifting around, my mother climbed on top of me and straddled my hips. I could feel her vagina lips pressed against my body, her grool trickling across my skin.

She began working her oiled hands across my shoulders and my back, squeezing my neck. She started softly, but slowly began working more and more aggressively. She had given me massages a few times in the past, but we had been fully clothed and I was sitting in a chair - definitely not like this. Occasionally I would feel her breasts brush against my skin. The steady trickle of fluid from between her thighs continued, mixing with the oil when she moved lower to work on my lower back and buttocks.

She straddled my lower legs and ran her hands across my ass, spreading, teasing. She slipped a hand between my legs, brushing against my balls and the underside of my cock. It was the first time since I was a baby that my mother had touched my cock and it felt both weird and wonderful. Feelings surged through me – love, desire, pure lust. I moaned again as she flicked her fingertips across ...