The Girl on the Video, Parts IV - VI - Sex Stories

The Girl on the Video, Parts IV - VI

... an Italian place for dinner. I had been battling butterflies in my stomach all day, so I just ate light, and my mother followed suit. We had a really nice, relaxed dinner. My mother looked gorgeous.

As we talked and chatted, I noticed that her top seemed to keep sinking lower and lower, revealing more and more cleavage. I really didn’t want to keep looking at her chest, but every time I looked down, I seemed to keep finding it.

She didn’t seem to mind, and I wasn’t sure if her top crawling down her chest was her doing or just something that happened organically. But either way, by the time we finished dinner, I could just make out the top edge of her aureoles poking above the fabric.

After the dinner we went back to the hotel and dipped into the bar for a nightcap. We took a seat in a booth in a corner and ordered drinks.

My mother leaned over and lay her head on my shoulder and I put my arm around her. I could smell her perfume, her chest against my side. Her top had slid down even further her right nipple was in danger of complete freedom.

I felt a budding erection in my pants.

My mother put her hand on my knee, then slowly slid it up my leg until it was resting just below the tent in my pants.

“You know,” she said. “After what you did for me, I can never deny you. Nor can I deny your sister, or probably that friend of yours, since she seems to be the one who sorted all this out. Anything you want, just say the word.”

Her hand hovered next to my cock ...

... as she looked up at me.

I leaned forward and kissed her. I ran my hand across her breasts underneath the thin fabric of her tank, letting my fingertips hover over her nipples.

“Do you want me?” she asked.

“I want you. Jesse wants you. Megan wants you. We all want you,” I said. “But do you want me? Do you want us?”

She smiled and kissed me as an answer, kissing deeper, letting our tongues intertwine. I slipped a hand inside her top and gently caressed her breast. She moaned and stroked my cock faster.

We threw back the rest of our drinks and scurried to the elevator - need, desire, lust driving us. Once the elevator doors closed and we turned the penthouse key, we grabbed each other as the elevator – and my cock – rose. I pulled down her top and released her big, soft, mommy tits. I ran my tongue around the pebbly nipple, tasting the tip, flicking my tongue. My mother moaned as I finally planted my lips on the end and sucked gently. Her nipple hardened in my mouth.

I had seen videos of her tits, I had watched Brenda suck at them, and I had seen my mother pull them up to her mouth to lick them. But the video was nothing compared to the soft, bountiful, delightful real thing, and I buried myself in them.

I ran my tongue down through the valley between her breasts to the other mound and repeated the performance, licking around the nipple before finally pressing my lips and sucking. I stretched her nipple out, more than doubling its length, but my mother only ...