Incest Stories by Alwayswantedto

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Suddenly, Mom leaned way forward and her tits slipped from my hands. I was left leaning over with my hands empty and my pajamas forming a large pyramid in front. Panting, I stared down at Mom, also breathing hard, her head on the dresser, hands laying on its edge at either side of her head.

 
I'd gone too far, got too carried away. She'd stopped me. Was she waiting for me to go? I didn't want to but could I face her when she turned around? Could I really stay and make her face me? Could I really just leave and pretend this hadn't happened.
 
Mom's head lifted, turned sideways toward Dad, briefly, then back down toward the floor. She was turning, away from Dad, spinning on the bench seat the way she'd done last night. Her knees were at the end now and coming around toward me on my side of the bench. I looked down at the top of Mom's head, she was keeping her face turned down to the floor. Her knees were square to me now and her legs opened. Head still down, Mom's arms raised and stretched out, closing onto the side of my thighs, hands folding around and pressing me forward, toward her, like last night. I gave way.
 
My thigh once again made contact with the inside of Mom's and continued pressing until my leg was stopped by the juncture of hers.
 
"Ohhhhhhh," Mom purred.
 
A warm, damp bristly mat impinged on the soft flesh just above my knee. She wasn't wearing panties. She was completely naked under that robe.
 
I put my hands gently on the top of Mom's head and stroked the hair down the sides of her face, pushing it back. Slowly, Mom's face turned up toward me but stopped when she was looking directly ahead, at my pajama pyramid. Why hadn't I worn my jockey shorts? If I had, I would surely now be poking outside my pajamas, ready to feel her hot breath, and maybe even her wet tongue. But I was stuck inside, making this ridiculous tent.