Seven Days with Mom - Sex Stories

Seven Days with Mom

... her bra strap.

She turned around and, putting her hands on her hips, said, "And now?"

I slowly lowered my eyes and saw the shape of her pussy was visible in the sheer thong. She had obviously shaved. I stared at her smooth and tight stomach and her voluptuous breasts, which were completely naked as the bra was transparent. Her pink nipples were standing straight, maybe they were erect, but I wasn't experienced enough to know that.

Without saying a word, I walked behind her and hugged her tightly, putting my arms around her bare stomach.

Embracing her in the hug, I said, "I love you," and kissed the back of her head.

"I love you, too," she replied as she kissed my shoulder.

"And thank you for this. Let's go have dinner at La Rouche," she added.

La Rouche was a French diner at the other end of the town.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because I want to wear these today. And I don't think we are going to bump into anyone we know there. Go change."

I left her to change and came to my room. First, I took care of my rock-hard cock and then changed into jeans and a shirt. When I went back to her room, she was brushing her shoulder-length blonde hair.

She looked me up and down with her blue eyes and said, "You look handsome."

"I always look crap, but you look stunning," I replied.

She was wearing a black miniskirt with a deep split on the side. Since the skirt was short, her toned thighs and long legs were on display. The black top had a plunging neckline and ...

... stopped way above the midriff, revealing her ample cleavage and belly button. It was held by thin shoulder straps, which meant her arms, including her armpits, were bare. The thin fabric of her top was doing little to hide her bosom's soft yet firm fullness.

"When did you buy this?" I asked.

"I bought it on the way from work after you bought these two things," she replied.

"You like it?" she inquired as she twirled on her heels.

"Love it," I said, slapping her ass.

"Are you wearing them?" I asked.

"Why don't you see for yourself?" she suggested as she tied her hair in a bun.

I lifted the front of the miniskirt and saw her pussy lips peeking out from under the thong. I then slipped the shoulder straps down and pushed the top down to her belly button, revealing the transparent bra and her pink nipples.

"Satisfied?" she said but made no effort to push her top back up.

"You bet," I said as I pushed the top back in its place and the straps back on her shoulders.

The dinner was excellent and I treated Mom to wine, which she loved as she got somewhat drunk. When we reached home, I changed into shorts and a T-shirt and was washing my face in the bathroom when she called. When I went to her room, she was lying on the bed on her back in just panties. The bra and thongs were on a chair.

"Could you please massage me again? I'm again having the pain in my leg."

"Should I get the spray?" I asked.

"No, just massage me here," she said, rubbing her hand ...