06-11-2019, 08:18 AM
I panicked then, sure she would open her eyes and suddenly leap forward, swing around and ask me what the hell was going on. She did no such thing. She just relaxed and let out a contented sigh. There was no adverse reaction about the back of her head resting on a lump that shouldn’t be there.
Somewhat mortified, I nevertheless continued Mom’s face and neck massage. What else could I do? As my fear melted away, my attention was once more captured by Mom’s chest. The dim light did little to reduce the illegitimate affect of her breasts, especially since they seemed to be more available than they had been a while ago. I looked closer.
Her breasts were covered but the nightgown dbangd more loosely over them. I could still see the dark color of her areolae and the jut of her nipples which seemed, if anything, to be longer now. Though the nightgown was looser, the edge of the nightgown was closer to her nipples and revealed more of her breasts. The cascade of Mom’s hair over her shoulder as she leaned back explained the physics of the situation. The straps of the nightgown had fallen off Mom’s shoulders to lay loosely on her upper arms, allowing the bodice to slip down her chest. My cock throbbed as this knowledge filtered through my brain.
I’m sure the 'mmmmmmm’ that Mom exhaled at that precise moment was sheer coincidence but it flushed another surge of blood through my organ without evoking any further response from Mom. I continued my massage, acutely aware that my cock was pulsing into the back of Mom’s head and getting harder by the minute.
After a few more minutes, I was wishing I hadn’t put on the tightest jockeys I could find because my cock had stiffened so much it was bent quite uncomfortably inside my shorts. Soon, I couldn’t stand it any more and pulled my hips back so I could reach inside my pajamas and shorts to straighten myself. Mom was surprised by my sudden withdrawal but I quickly caught her with my free hand so she wouldn’t fall back and she didn’t open her eyes.
When I stepped forward again, I was closer and she was sitting more upright. I resumed my massage by kneading her shoulders and neck to an appreciative murmur, my now upright cock pressing between her shoulder blades and against her neck rather than her head. I looked down to check out her breasts and was pleased to see that the nightgown had fallen further down, catching on her left nipple and leaving the right completely exposed!
Her bare nipple was longer than it appeared when covered by the nightgown. My eyes darted quickly from one to the other. Were they different sizes? No, it had to be an illusion. My balls were bursting and I couldn’t stop exerting my own pressure for the first time against Mom’s back. Her free nipple stood out at least three quarters of an inch from her small tit, stiff and proud. How could anyone not be satisfied with that? I imagined the feel of it in my mouth, her soft tit pressing against my lips and tongue while her hard nipple poked into my palate.
Somewhat mortified, I nevertheless continued Mom’s face and neck massage. What else could I do? As my fear melted away, my attention was once more captured by Mom’s chest. The dim light did little to reduce the illegitimate affect of her breasts, especially since they seemed to be more available than they had been a while ago. I looked closer.
Her breasts were covered but the nightgown dbangd more loosely over them. I could still see the dark color of her areolae and the jut of her nipples which seemed, if anything, to be longer now. Though the nightgown was looser, the edge of the nightgown was closer to her nipples and revealed more of her breasts. The cascade of Mom’s hair over her shoulder as she leaned back explained the physics of the situation. The straps of the nightgown had fallen off Mom’s shoulders to lay loosely on her upper arms, allowing the bodice to slip down her chest. My cock throbbed as this knowledge filtered through my brain.
I’m sure the 'mmmmmmm’ that Mom exhaled at that precise moment was sheer coincidence but it flushed another surge of blood through my organ without evoking any further response from Mom. I continued my massage, acutely aware that my cock was pulsing into the back of Mom’s head and getting harder by the minute.
After a few more minutes, I was wishing I hadn’t put on the tightest jockeys I could find because my cock had stiffened so much it was bent quite uncomfortably inside my shorts. Soon, I couldn’t stand it any more and pulled my hips back so I could reach inside my pajamas and shorts to straighten myself. Mom was surprised by my sudden withdrawal but I quickly caught her with my free hand so she wouldn’t fall back and she didn’t open her eyes.
When I stepped forward again, I was closer and she was sitting more upright. I resumed my massage by kneading her shoulders and neck to an appreciative murmur, my now upright cock pressing between her shoulder blades and against her neck rather than her head. I looked down to check out her breasts and was pleased to see that the nightgown had fallen further down, catching on her left nipple and leaving the right completely exposed!
Her bare nipple was longer than it appeared when covered by the nightgown. My eyes darted quickly from one to the other. Were they different sizes? No, it had to be an illusion. My balls were bursting and I couldn’t stop exerting my own pressure for the first time against Mom’s back. Her free nipple stood out at least three quarters of an inch from her small tit, stiff and proud. How could anyone not be satisfied with that? I imagined the feel of it in my mouth, her soft tit pressing against my lips and tongue while her hard nipple poked into my palate.
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