18-09-2020, 04:57 PM
Looking out the window as she was, I casually remarked, "You look really nice today Mom."
"Oh?" she replied wistfully.
"Yeah," I said. "I don't know what it is but there's something special about you today."
I didn't touch her or say anything more. I left it at that. When I heard Dad approaching I simply walked away, outside, signaling my understanding that this special moment was over, that it wasn't to be shared with anyone no matter how close or important. It's hard to describe but that quiet moment seemed more intimate than the previous night when I lay on top of her with my softening cock still dripping between her legs. The connection was ephemeral yet concrete and enduring.
Later that afternoon, long after lunch, I was standing in the same spot looking out the back window watching Dad gardening in the back yard near the greenhouse. Mom came in quietly behind me and I didn't notice her until she stood beside me, resting one hand on the counter in front of us.. She looked out the window just as Dad stood and carried something into the greenhouse, leaned my way and pressed her hip against mine, curling her arm around my waist to rest her hand on my hip.
"He certainly enjoys his gardening these days, doesn't he?"
"Yes," I agreed, slipping my arm around her, resting it in the same spot on her hip.
"He's more and more in his own world this past year," Mom said, stating a fact rather than complaining.
I pulled her closer and she leaned her head toward me as her body was pressed more tightly to mine. I kissed the top of her head and let my hand fall, sliding from her hip to loosely cup the denim covering her buttock, my fingers finding and resting in the little hollow on the side while my palm experienced the full jut of her cheek.
"Oh?" she replied wistfully.
"Yeah," I said. "I don't know what it is but there's something special about you today."
I didn't touch her or say anything more. I left it at that. When I heard Dad approaching I simply walked away, outside, signaling my understanding that this special moment was over, that it wasn't to be shared with anyone no matter how close or important. It's hard to describe but that quiet moment seemed more intimate than the previous night when I lay on top of her with my softening cock still dripping between her legs. The connection was ephemeral yet concrete and enduring.
Later that afternoon, long after lunch, I was standing in the same spot looking out the back window watching Dad gardening in the back yard near the greenhouse. Mom came in quietly behind me and I didn't notice her until she stood beside me, resting one hand on the counter in front of us.. She looked out the window just as Dad stood and carried something into the greenhouse, leaned my way and pressed her hip against mine, curling her arm around my waist to rest her hand on my hip.
"He certainly enjoys his gardening these days, doesn't he?"
"Yes," I agreed, slipping my arm around her, resting it in the same spot on her hip.
"He's more and more in his own world this past year," Mom said, stating a fact rather than complaining.
I pulled her closer and she leaned her head toward me as her body was pressed more tightly to mine. I kissed the top of her head and let my hand fall, sliding from her hip to loosely cup the denim covering her buttock, my fingers finding and resting in the little hollow on the side while my palm experienced the full jut of her cheek.
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