18-09-2020, 04:50 PM
Mom turned away and kneeled on the floor, facing the end of the bed. Her hands were busy in front of her and I realized she was pushing the robe off her shoulders. As it fell to the floor, still caught around her waist, she leaned forward to rest her head on the edge of the bed, between Dad's widespread feet. I fell to my knees behind her, knees straddling her outstretched calves, squatting above her feet. I started to brush her hair.
Like the night before, I brushed Mom's hair for a long time. I knew she was naked under the robe and I was enjoying the anticipation of what was to come, fondling her tits before she turned to take me into her mouth. Eventually, as I brushed, I allowed my free hand to stroke her skin, caressing first her back but then more and more along her sides. I let my fingers stretch around to her front to strum over her waiting nipple, flicking it, sometimes pinching, sometimes grasping and squeezing her whole tit. The way she arched her back and sighed in response, I knew she loved this extended love play.
How was this to work, I wondered, when she turned around? We weren't standing. Should I stand and pull her to her knees? No, that was too one-sided. What if, still kneeling, I forced her thighs around mine so she could rub her pussy on it? Could I then bend her head down to take me into her mouth?
Playing the scenario out in my mind made we think, why not get started? Why not press my knee between her legs now? I dropped the brush and the pretense of brushing her hair in favor of continuing to stroke her tit. Now free, I used my hand to pull her feet apart far enough that I could slip my knee between her legs. Quickly, I slid it forward until it nudged her behind. Mom accommodated me, lifting her bum up and opening her legs a little wider. I pushed in further, scbanging the top of my knee across the bottom of her pussy.
Like the night before, I brushed Mom's hair for a long time. I knew she was naked under the robe and I was enjoying the anticipation of what was to come, fondling her tits before she turned to take me into her mouth. Eventually, as I brushed, I allowed my free hand to stroke her skin, caressing first her back but then more and more along her sides. I let my fingers stretch around to her front to strum over her waiting nipple, flicking it, sometimes pinching, sometimes grasping and squeezing her whole tit. The way she arched her back and sighed in response, I knew she loved this extended love play.
How was this to work, I wondered, when she turned around? We weren't standing. Should I stand and pull her to her knees? No, that was too one-sided. What if, still kneeling, I forced her thighs around mine so she could rub her pussy on it? Could I then bend her head down to take me into her mouth?
Playing the scenario out in my mind made we think, why not get started? Why not press my knee between her legs now? I dropped the brush and the pretense of brushing her hair in favor of continuing to stroke her tit. Now free, I used my hand to pull her feet apart far enough that I could slip my knee between her legs. Quickly, I slid it forward until it nudged her behind. Mom accommodated me, lifting her bum up and opening her legs a little wider. I pushed in further, scbanging the top of my knee across the bottom of her pussy.
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