Seven Days with Mom - Sex Stories

Seven Days with Mom

... come off. I bent down and, bringing my eyes as close to the straps as possible, peered at the hooks and again tried to unbuckle them and somehow succeeded after lots of struggling. Her hands were on her shoulders and her fingers on the straps, so the bra didn't fall. She buckled the straps once more and said, "That was clumsy. Girls won't like it. Put your middle and index fingers under the strap like this, and then move the other strap with your thumb like this in one smooth movement."

She demonstrated it and the hooks came off in a single motion.

"Go on, try again."

So, I did as she told me and it was less clumsy than before.

"Do it again," she ordered.

So, I tried once more and, after two more attempts, I was able to unbuckle the bra in one movement like she wanted.

"Good. Now open that second drawer and get the purple bra that's there," she said as she took off her bra and stood there in just the skirt.

She took the purple bra from me and put it on.

"Now do this one," she said.

I went behind her, but there were no hooks there.

"They are in front," she said without looking at me.

I went before her, and she was right: the hooks were in front.

"Repeat the same process," she said as she stood there with her hands on her sides.

I bent down and pushed my middle and index fingers under the strap between her voluptuous boobs and my thumb over the strap. This was the first time my fingers were touching the skin of her breasts and my face ...

... was so close. The blue veins criss-crossing the white skin of her tits were as prominent as a stream of blue water streaming down a creek. Her pink nipples were inches away from my mouth.

"This will make Ann happy," she said as I opened her bra with a flick of my fingers.

"I don't care about her," I said as she placed her hands on her tits and took off the bra, exposing her boobs.

She simply nodded her head and started walking to the bathroom.

"After taking care of yourself, warm up the food," she said, closing the bathroom door.

It took me a moment to realize what she meant, so I rushed to my room, took "care" of myself, and was heating the food when she came back wearing an old shirt and shorts. After dinner, we went for a walk and she told me if Ann asked me how or where I learned the trick, I should say the Internet.

"Why would Ann ask me that?" I said.

"OK, if Julia asks," she replied.

"So, how are things with Julia? Have you reached the first base, third base?"

I stayed silent.

"Oh, come on. Spill the beans on whether you've spilled the beans," she said.

I mumbled something.

"What?" she said.

"First base," I answered.

"She seems to be taking it slow."

"No, I've moved on," I replied.

"Moved on to whom?" she inquired.

"It's a secret," I commented.

"Is she good?"

"The best," I replied.

"Why is she the best?"

"'Cause she is."

"You mean her body?"

"Everything," I said.

"When will I meet her?"

"Be ...