Loving Moms: Private Eyes CH02 - Sex Stories

Loving Moms: Private Eyes CH02

... can I go?"

"Yes," Mom said, but as I walked away, I heard, "I know in time you'll understand I was right about this."

Things after that night felt different between Mom and me. After two weeks of it being like that, I figured what we shared had passed.

So, finally, I gave in. I did what Mom originally asked of me and dated some girls. I'm sure it made her happy, but in reality, none ever came close to what I felt with her. They just couldn't turn me on as she could.

It wasn't until a month after Dad went out of town for a business trip that things would change again.

It was a Friday night, and I was in my room already in bed when I heard Mom finally come home.

She informed me earlier that she was going out with two of her friends. So I didn't think much of it when she came home so late.

However, I was slightly surprised when she knocked on my door and asked if she could come in.

I sat up on my bed and said, "Sure, Mom."

Mom wore this little black sequence dress that dipped very low in the front. I could tell she was a little tipsy by how she entered my room. Mom plopped on my bed and brushed my hair without saying a word.

"Mom?" I said as her hand traced down from my head and onto my cheek.

"I wanted to say I'm sorry."

"For what, Mom?"

"For pushing you away as I did."

"It's okay. I understand."

Mom stood up and, as she reached for the little spaghetti straps that held her dress up, replied, "No, I don't think you do."

I gawked ...

... as I watched her slowly remove one strap from her shoulder.

"You don't know how I miss us talking while doing the dishes."

Then she removed the other strap, causing the dress to puddle to the floor.

Standing naked, she hissed, "And our brief masturbation sessions."

My mouth dropped as I sat there and admired Mom's sexy body once more.

"Do I still turn you on, Travis?"

I nodded, and she replied, "Then show me."

That was my cue, and I quickly tossed the sheets away and stripped down myself.

Mom crawled onto the bed and lay next to me. Then, she spread her legs wide while putting her left one over mine.

I wasted no time and stroked on my semi-hard shaft, but she stopped me and said, "No. I think I need to make my youthful man feel better."

With that, she stroked my dick while tickling her clit. Fuck, I almost forgot how wonderful it felt, having her fingers gliding up and down my shaft.

"Oh, Mom..." I groaned as I grasped her thigh. She brought that dark, wicked feeling I had for her to the surface once more.

"You like it when I do this, don't you?" she said as she moved her hand faster on my shaft.

"Yes, Mom. I love it," I said, running my hand down her thigh until it met her playing hand.

Mom's breath was racing, as was mine. Then when I tucked under her hand and rubbed her clit, Mom moaned loudly, "God, I missed this."

We both were getting hot as our bodies jerked around. I felt Mom's hand leave my shaft and tug at my balls just as ...