Wrestling with Mom - Sex Stories

Wrestling with Mom

... heart was racing from the excitement and also the fantasy that something might come next and then the fear that she might see me getting turned on. I think I was blushing too. She said I could take it easy for another week or two because I deserved some down-time to just enjoy life. I told her I’d probably keep training and working out because I couldn’t give up wrestling so easy. She reminded me how we used to wrestle and said I could always practice moves with her. I wrapped my arms around her and growled but kissed her cheek and said “Thanks, Mom.” I kissed her again. She squirmed in my bear-hug and chinned my shoulder. She was pretty strong! Or I was just tired from wrestling. Either way, she got free. She wrapped me from behind and her hands were on my arms. I kind of flexed for her to feel how manly I was. She slid her hands up my arms and because I was shirtless, one of her thumbs even accidentally touched my nipple. While struggling in her grip, my hand accidentally touched her butt. She turned me around so I was facing her. I stuck my tongue out at her and she did the same and while we wrestled, they accidentally touched. It seemed very sexual to me but I knew she was probably just playing around, but that didn’t stop me from getting a little stiff down there. And it was pressing against her thigh. I was embarrassed and quickly got free. But I didn’t want to stop wrestling with my beautiful mom. For whatever reason, I thought my penis pressing into the back of her ...

... thigh was better than the front so I locked my arms around her from the back. At first my arms were on her stomach, but I was tempted to move up a little. This was my chance to cop a feel. She hadn’t stopped us when I touched her butt. She didn’t stop when our tongues accidentally touched. She hadn’t noticed my chubby against her or if she had, she hadn’t cared or known that it was erect. So why not? Just a little touch… When my hands were in heaven, my grip on her loosened. But she didn’t get free. Instead she turned around so she was facing me and I was staring at her and her hands were stuck by her thighs and one accidentally touched my hard-on and then she fell back and I was on top of her. I tried to get off at first, out of instinct, but she put her arms around me and held me there. She had a seductive smile on her face like she knew what was going on too. I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t say anything or do anything. She leaned forward and kissed my lips and suddenly her hands weren’t on my back but on my head pulling me into her. Her tongue slipped between my lips and licked my teeth. It wasn’t my first French kiss, obviously, but suddenly I forgot how. My tongue just sat there while she tagged it, flicked it, swirled around it with her tongue. This was better than all those girls I’d kissed (there’d only been about four of them). Maybe it was her technique but it was also know “I’m making out with my mom!” Finally my tongue started working too, but right as I was ...