Son Finds Mother's Panties Part 4. - Sex Stories

Son Finds Mother's Panties Part 4.

The relationship I had always had with my Mother was, of course, now very different. If I saw her in the kitchen making breakfast on Sunday morning I would look for Dad and if I didn't see him I might stand next to Mother with a hand inside her loose robe caressing a breast and pulling on a nipple. She wouldn't miss a beat making breakfast...but she did moan every time. By this time when Father was away overnight on a business trip I would sl**p with her in their bed. We would kiss like lovers. We were lovers. That first time in their bedroom Mother started showing me different ways of making love...but we always called it fucking. She showed me doggy style and I loved it though I couldn't see her face when she came...or when I came. I think it was our third or fourth time in their bedroom when she had me stand on a foot stool. Mother stood in front of me her face and my face at the same level. I put my arms around her upper body and pulled her face to mine. I kissed her as lovers do. Mother had been twenty-four when I was born. She was thirty-six now. She let me take charge of the loving. I was touching her as I wished. Usually she watched me unbutton her blouse. When the blouse was undone I slipped it from her body. I pulled her toward me and reached behind her and pulled her to me. I was well-versed now in removing her bra. I always got a twinge of pleasure when her dark brown nipples would come into view. I would hug her then and kiss her while I felt those warm nipples ...

... press against my chest. If I was still dressed I might stop and have her sit naked on the bed so she could watch me remove my clothes. If I was already naked when I removed her bra, I would kiss her and tell her to "touch my cock." She would step back a foot or so and carefully reach out to my throbbing penis. She touched it as if it was fragile and could disappear at any moment. She liked moving a thumb over the pre-cum fluids oozing from the tip. She would smile and lick the slippery fluid from her thumb. This was when Mother started telling me stories from her c***dhood. She and her s****r Jillian had separate bedrooms next to each other. Jillian was three years younger than Mother. Mother told me that her Daddy, the man I called Grandpa Jack, started to come into her bedroom at night when she was about my age. "That first time I could hear the door knob turn. I wondered what it was about. I saw him walk into the room and thought he was checking to be sure I was asl**p. I kept my eyelids mostly shut so they looked closed, but could watch him as he slowly moved across the room to my bed. I was surprised and thrilled that he was only wearing his underwear shorts. He pulled my desk chair over and sat there looking down at me for the longest time. I pretended to sl**p but my heart was pounding. I was sure he would know I was awake. Finally Father reached out and touched my shoulder. I didn't move and didn't open my eyes. He pulled the cover from my shoulder and I watched him ...