Possession: Christmas Vengeance - Chapter 1 - Warming Up - edited - Sex Stories

Possession: Christmas Vengeance - Chapter 1 - Warming Up - edited

... her curves.

I continue down, over her hips, her round ass and thighs. She’s a bit thick, in a motherly way. Not fat, she stays fit. She clearly played sports earlier in life, and she has a petite frame overall. But a slight thickness in the right places. No doubt something she tries to get rid of, struggling to stay skinny after child birth. She had the new baby not long ago. Having Ella was one thing, but a second birth has had more lasting effect.

She wears very short little gray shorts, sweatpant material, fitting a bit loosely, comfy for bed, but accentuating the shape of her ass by riding up her crack a bit and showing off her entire thighs. I feel around and gently squeeze her ass cheeks. They're not very firm at all, perfectly soft and squishy, more than a handful but just shy of too much.

She stirs a bit from my touch, not waking, but instinctively pushing her ass back into me slightly. Against my growing cock underneath my shorts.

I grind my dick forward into her a bit, now raging hard, god this dick is bigger than I'm used to by far. It slides up in between her cheeks a bit. I lean my face in and breathe in more of her scent, nuzzling into her hair, feeling my way to her neck with my nose. Damn she couldn't smell any better. I kiss her neck gently, her skin so smooth and sweet.

I feel around more with my hand, moving up her side, back, and shoulder. She’s a mix of athletic firmness and thick mother. She has a bit of a squish to her hips and waist, ...

... love-handles. Her back and arms tone and lean, her stomach slightly plump with the tiniest of fat she couldn't get rid of. I move my hand around her stomach, feeling this warm place where that child just came from. I hug her closer with my whole arm around her now. Any other time I would just stay like this all night, holding her, living here in her smell and warmth. This beautiful wife, this mother.

But I must keep exploring, my cock pulsating, pushing me on. I move my hand toward her breasts. I notice immediately she only wears this very thin tank top. Almost silk, hugging closely, gently cupping bare breasts beneath, no bra. Her tits are on the bigger side, full, more than a handful. Slightly bigger than her frame would suggest. Perky, if not exactly firm. Motherly, womanly, but young, not sagging. Her nipples slightly hard, poking out against the fabric.

I grab a handful and squeeze, careful to not wake her. So much give, so squishy, I fondle her like this for a few minutes, breathing her in the whole time, cock slowly grinding against her ass.

I slowly reach my finger up under her shirt, it's so thin it barely counts as clothing, the delicate white fabric probably not even hiding her nipples. I run my hand up under, along smooth skin, warm belly, and grab her tit again, this time feeling bare skin. Even warmer than before, perfect, full and heavy. I run my hand in between her cleavage, letting her warm breasts fully envelope my forearm. I hug her deeply, inhaling ...