Son's birthday

"Well let's find a compromise mom - you tell me what you are prepared to let me do........"
 
Mom:

I sighed again. All this while he was the one pressing me, and all I had to do was to refuse. Now he threw me a question, one which I did not know how to answer.

Was this really the furthest a mother and son could go? If I refused him anything, wouldn't I be breaking my promise?

Compromise Laura, compromise.

Finally, with mixed feelings about my resolution, I finally told him that he could see me naked (it didn't seem all that wrong, besides he probably has seen me naked even when he was younger), but there would be absolutely no touching.
 
A fairly lame starting point I think to myself but at least I have got her to the negotiating table.

I hug a little more tightly and remark "But our bodies are touching at the moment mom aren't they ? All I am asking is that you let me change which bits are touching which bits......"
 
Mom:

"Well we're touching now because i'm cuddling you, a sign of my motherly affection for you. If things were any different from now, it wouldn't.....wouldn't be motherly," I swallowed hard. I didn't even want to allow my thoughts to that unwanted place.

Things weren't going too well, as I begin to realise that he was trying to push for the limits. Maybe I've let him in too far; and on the other hand I couldn't bear to shatter him with an outright refusal.
 
"If I called you Laura for the rest of the time we are in bed, would that make it any easier, mom ? I thought you'd be flattered to know that you are the number one in my sexy lady list."

I place my finger back in her belly button and move it in a small circular motion.

"This is nice....but there are other things which I think would be nicer...pleeeeeeeese"
 
Mom:

I felt exasperated with myself, and with his advances. He pushed me to a corner, and I willingly fell into the hole. I sighed.

"Ok then, so if I let you see me naked, and I cuddle you for a moment, would that be sufficient?" I tried a last-ditch effort at compromising. I had half a mind to refuse him, but yet again I couldn't bear to.
 
"If the cuddle can be naked mom, er Laura, and if you'll not object about which bits of us come into contact with each other..."

I press my nose against hers, not saying anything else, but with an (innacurate) hint that "bits" has a wide range of possible meanings.

Will she be lulled ?

Will she mind me calling her Laura ?
 
OOC: Feedback.

Just to say I love the thread, guys. Keep it going.:)
 
OOC: thanx Zehrman....:)

Mom:

"I guess so," I replied, in the back of my mind, I knew I would not allow this cuddle to get overboard, nor too long for comfort. I must not.

Carefully retreating from him, I got off the bed, and stood up. Then tentatively, I began to make a motion of taking my nightie off...
 
OOC - sorry for delay mfucker - I didnt receive the usual email saying you had replied

"Don't rush the strip,mom" I giggle "......on second thoughts rush it as much as you want, I am kind of missing you here under the covers."

The nightie off,mom stands before my eyes clearly embarrassed, clearly unsure. It is the first time I have had a direct look at her pussy and it is all that I hoped it would be - in fact better, a nice amount of hair but carefully and neatly trimmed. Lucky boyfriends !

"Climbing back in , mom ?"
 
Mom:

For the first time in my life, I saw my son staring straight back at my naked form, the very body that gave life to him. His stare was intense, almost burning. It frightened me a little. Yet, I was more overwhelmed by the idea of standing naked before him than anything else; I never imagined a day like this could ever happen, like now.

As I walked back towards the bed, the very place that my husband and I had made love to produce my little boy. Now, I was going to climb back into it, naked, with my little boy now grown-up.
 
'It's happening. It's working' I think to myself as mom slides under the covers next to me.

Now I am almost too scared to touch her since if I am too forward she may order me out of her bed and her room without further ado.

"Laura....." I coo "Laura,how intimate a cuddle are you going to let me have ?"
 
Mom:

I shrugged. I never should have allowed this in the first place, and yet we've gone a tad too far for me to say no now.

"I guess we'll just see as we go along," I said.
 
"I think I have given your belly button enough attention, Laura, so I should concentrate on a different part..."


Silence - nervy silence

I wriggle a little bit closer so that we are shoulder to shoulder.

"I've had dreams of this happening for months, Laura, I never thought it would happen....in fact I still think you are probably gonna stop me...."

Still no answer.

"Shall I tell you what I am gonna do in advance or shall I just surprise you ?"
 
Mom:

I looked away from him, a mixture of emotions flooding into me.

"I've had dreams of this happening for months." His voice rang in my ears, and refused to go away. It seemed as if he had this all planned out since a long time ago. Yet the way it rang in my ears, it gave me a strange sensation, one I have never felt before in my life.

Then my thoughts were interrupted abruptly, as I felt his warm palms on my naked flesh....
 
Completely flat, my palms rest on my gorgeous mother's shoulderblades.

"Mom,I mean Laura, unless you tell me not to, I want to run my hands down onto your breasts and squeeze them for a bit - then I want to press your nipples in and rub them between my fingers"

God - I think to myself - she is going to go mad at me for saying this, but under the old hung-for-a-sheep-as-for-a-lamp philosophy I venture further

"I'd really like to suck them too, Laura...and for you to gently hum the tune of Happy Birthday while I am doing it"
 
Mom:

Before I could voice any protests, I heard him say something about humming a birthday tune. Poor boy. All this, just to fulfill his birthday wishes. My resolve soften, almost disappeared. I could hardly bear to say no to him, right now, on his birthday.

I sighed, softly, resigned. Closing my eyes, I nodded lightly...
 
As the notes from that familiar tune are in my ears, hummed ever so softly, I lean across and place my mouth on mom's left breast.

"Oh Laura" I murmer as I begin to suck "Laura Lrrra Llllllll" the word becoming jumbled as the sucking begins.

No recollections at all of what it was like doing this when I was a nursing infant but the flavour is great. The slightly salty edge for some reason makes my cock harden.

Mom shifts on her back awkwardly and to my disappointment begins to gently push me away.....what is she going to say ?
 
"Mom" I say softly, worried that I might not get as far as I had started to hope.

"Mom, Laura - you have no idea how great this feels for me - please let me carry on"
 
OOC: hmmm....sorry about not posting earlier....think we've gone far enough on this thread though....love to play with you on another some day.....;)
 
For the Mom, Please continue. Let your son kiss your pussy. His way of saying " Thank you" for the hole where he came out to this world.

For the son, explore the pussy of your Mom, look at it closely, memorize the every folds of it, then sniff it and inhale your mom's heavenly maybe somewhat musky pussy aroma and I'm sure that would send a message to your groin that would make your cock in the state of erection.
 
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