18-09-2020, 05:22 PM
The next time Mom leaned forward, I leaned with her, sliding my hand between her legs towards her knees. When she leaned back, I followed, pulling my hand back to the hem of her dress. My fingers came to rest above the top of her nylons on bare skin. Oh man, the softness of a mature woman's thighs. Even then, at that age, I knew that girls may have tighter skin but it lacked the softness found on a mature woman. I don't know why that is, it just is.
Anyway, when my fingers first felt the tender inside of her thigh, I pushed my hand deeper between her legs, down to the seat cushion, and curled my hand so my fingers were pointing back toward her panties. Mom's hand moved quickly in response to my move but I was surprised when, instead of blocking or grabbing my hand, she simply rearranged the shawl to better cover my presence in her lap.
As soon as I realized what she'd done, I moved my fingers up and down, brushing the inside of both legs since I was so close to her sexy 'V'. So incredibly soft to the touch, the feeling accentuated by the heat emanating from her center. I was intensely excited as my fingers plied her sensitive tissue while my eyes fixated on the stage props. I wasn't capable of following an actor around. I tickled the inside of Mom's legs for a long time and I knew she loved it because she tried several times to shift closer to my teasing fingers, and once even attempted to pull my hand back.
What stopped me from pushing my fingers onto her panties, you might ask, or even into her waiting pussy? Concern about getting caught? No, I was too far gone for that to even cross my mind. Why then?
Payback, that's why.
Just as I was about to push my fingers onto her damp panties, and maybe beyond, I remembered the way she had teased me in the afternoon. 'Not in the day' she had said. Well, I'd show her what it felt like to come so close only to be denied. I couldn't do anything for myself anyway, not in here, and if I kept it up, I might not be able to walk out of the theater without borrowing Mom's shawl to cover a pair of wet pants.
Mercilessly, I fluttered my fingers near Mom's pussy but refused to bless her with a direct touch. It was probably just as well since she probably would have had an obvious orgasm, as I was in danger of doing. That didn't stop me from teasing her, suddenly flicking my fingertips near after drawing further and further away, only to repeat the long slow progression of my fluttering fingers back up her thighs.
This time, I barely managed to get my hand out when the lights came on and Mom struggled to get her dress pulled down without being noticed, especially by Dad. Thank god he was groggy and nobody else was paying us any attention. I had to steady Mom several times as we left the theater. At the car, Mom didn't stop her dress from riding up her legs as she sat in the seat before swinging her feet inside the car, and Dad surprised me by getting into the back seat behind Mom.
Anyway, when my fingers first felt the tender inside of her thigh, I pushed my hand deeper between her legs, down to the seat cushion, and curled my hand so my fingers were pointing back toward her panties. Mom's hand moved quickly in response to my move but I was surprised when, instead of blocking or grabbing my hand, she simply rearranged the shawl to better cover my presence in her lap.
As soon as I realized what she'd done, I moved my fingers up and down, brushing the inside of both legs since I was so close to her sexy 'V'. So incredibly soft to the touch, the feeling accentuated by the heat emanating from her center. I was intensely excited as my fingers plied her sensitive tissue while my eyes fixated on the stage props. I wasn't capable of following an actor around. I tickled the inside of Mom's legs for a long time and I knew she loved it because she tried several times to shift closer to my teasing fingers, and once even attempted to pull my hand back.
What stopped me from pushing my fingers onto her panties, you might ask, or even into her waiting pussy? Concern about getting caught? No, I was too far gone for that to even cross my mind. Why then?
Payback, that's why.
Just as I was about to push my fingers onto her damp panties, and maybe beyond, I remembered the way she had teased me in the afternoon. 'Not in the day' she had said. Well, I'd show her what it felt like to come so close only to be denied. I couldn't do anything for myself anyway, not in here, and if I kept it up, I might not be able to walk out of the theater without borrowing Mom's shawl to cover a pair of wet pants.
Mercilessly, I fluttered my fingers near Mom's pussy but refused to bless her with a direct touch. It was probably just as well since she probably would have had an obvious orgasm, as I was in danger of doing. That didn't stop me from teasing her, suddenly flicking my fingertips near after drawing further and further away, only to repeat the long slow progression of my fluttering fingers back up her thighs.
This time, I barely managed to get my hand out when the lights came on and Mom struggled to get her dress pulled down without being noticed, especially by Dad. Thank god he was groggy and nobody else was paying us any attention. I had to steady Mom several times as we left the theater. At the car, Mom didn't stop her dress from riding up her legs as she sat in the seat before swinging her feet inside the car, and Dad surprised me by getting into the back seat behind Mom.
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