Incest Stories by Alwayswantedto

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Mom quickly returned her attention to the play, periodically leaning forward in reaction to the play. Under the cover of one of these movements, I signaled my own pleasure by slightly digging my fingers into her thigh. I could tell she was aware of it by the tightening of the skin beside her eyes, but again, she allowed it. It wasn't long before I did it again and soon I moved my hand from the outside of her thigh to the top, letting my fingers hang inside, and gently squeezed her muscle there in a continuous, pulsing caress. Although it was about no more than I had accomplished on dates as an adolescent, it made me much more horny. I was sporting a very large boner and had difficulty trying to straighten it with my free hand without the person sitting next to me realizing what I was doing.

 
Much later, I was startled by the intermission but managed to extract my hand as light flooded the theater. Dad opened his eyes, trying to look like he'd been watching all along. Perhaps feeling guilty, he eagerly offered to get Mom something from the concession when she declined the invitation to stretch her legs with him. Mom didn't mention my leg activity to me after he left but chatted about the play before asking me if I was enjoying myself; a leading question. I enthusiastically assured her that I was just as Dad retuned. The second act started shortly thereafter.
 
Mom fidgeted in her seat for the first few minutes but she eventually settled down. I watched Dad to see if he was now sufficiently refreshed to pay more attention but he soon acquired the glazed look he displayed through the first half of the play. When I observed that, I dropped my hand to the side of Mom's leg and quickly slid under the shawl to resume massaging her thigh.
 
I could feel the hem of Mom's dress under my palm but was startled to feel a new material with my fingers. It was her nylons but it wasn't the harsher material that encompassed most of a woman's legs, it was the softer band of material at the top that wound around the upper thigh. I turned to look at her just as the audience broke into gentle laughter and Mom leaned forward again as she had in response to similar stage moments. I had the feeling, though, that this time Mom's amusement wasn't all directed at the play. She didn't look at me but I think she quite enjoyed my surprise at finding that her dress had moved significantly higher, almost up to her panties.