Seven Days with Mom - Sex Stories

Seven Days with Mom

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"Now let's have dinner," she said, putting on the top.

"Won't you order?" I said as I pointed at the laptop and put the tape back in its place.

She bent down and clicked on another tab that was already open and said, "Now you know my size, so select any from here as their size fits me better. I'll prepare the dinner."

"Where are you taking your credit card?" I asked as she picked it up and put it in her handbag.

"Listen, and listen very carefully, 1) I'm asking you to buy a bra for me. Do you know any mother who does that? Tell me. 2) I didn't tell you my size, I helped you measure them. Do you know how lucky that makes you? You are the first man who knows my size, the first man. So use your credit card and buy it."

And off she went to the kitchen.

I knew she was right but, more importantly, now I could choose and buy whichever I wanted. I immediately sat down on the chair and started going through the collection and finally selected a sheer one as these days she was more or less going bare. And a green one as I liked the color. I knew she had asked me to buy only one bra, but since I was paying, I was free to buy whatever I wanted.

Happy with my purchase, I said, "It's done,"

"What's done?"

"Have ordered it," I said as I put my hands across her stomach from behind and hugged her tightly.

"Thank you. Let's eat."

In the evening, when she came back from the office, she was limping a little, so I asked her what was wrong, and she ...

... replied her leg was paining, maybe she had pulled a muscle or something, adding she would apply some pain relief spray and would be fine. I asked her if she wanted any help, but she said she was fine. I ordered food and cleaned the table. She had dinner in the bed, and I left her alone as I didn't want to disturb her. I was in my room getting ready to sleep when she called me. She was lying in the bed in the clothes she wore to work.

"I applied that spray, but it's still paining. Could you rub my leg? Do it gently," she requested as she turned on her back.

"Spray it again," I suggested.

"Just rub it, maybe it will get better," she said.

"What do want me to do?" I asked.

"Just rub this area," she repeated, putting her hand on her inner thigh and pulling her knee-length skirt above her knees and toned thighs and stopping just before her ass. I sat down on the bed and slowly started rubbing her inner thigh under the skirt, gliding my hand from above her knee to her inner thigh and bringing it back in one slow motion. I did like this three or four times, but the skirt kept coming in the way, so I pushed my hands under her waist and started opening the button of her skirt.

"This way it's much better," I said.

Surprisingly, she just lay there and didn't react. After opening the button, I put my hands on the back of the skirt, unzipping it and pulling it down her leg, leaving her in only panties. I began massaging her again. She placed her fingers under the right side ...