18-09-2020, 05:23 PM
"Oh god, oh god ... uhhhh ... unnnnggghhh ... uhhhh ... unnhhh ... unnnnh ... unnggghh ... ohhhhh."
When she finished her heavy panting and stopping grinding on my hand, she lifted it from her panties and pushed it away, as if discarding a soiled utensil. I returned my hand to the wheel as Mom fidgeted in her seat, pushing her dress down and fixing her hair. I drove on for several miles.
"What did you think of the play?" I asked, breaking the silence.
That started a very normal back and forth about the merits of the play, which actors we had liked or disliked, scenes that were good and parts we thought could have been done better, mostly by Mom. The conversation continued until we got home. Dad snoozed until the car was stopped and we woke him. Everyone went in the house and immediately headed for bed, including me. It had been one hell of a night.
But it wasn't over.
I waited for fifteen minutes and then wandered down to Mom and Dad's room ... naked.
Their room was dark, lit only by the light from the hallway as I quietly stepped inside. I could hear Dad's characteristic snore. I waited for my eyes to acclimatize to the darkness, smiling to myself, knowing that Mom was probably not sleeping and had likely heard me come in. She had to know I would come for her.
Several more minutes passed. Dad's snoring was monotonously consistent, as was Mom's silence. Now able to make out the dim shapes of the larger pieces of furniture in the room, I walked across the end of the bed and down my mother's side. I looked down at her still body, knowing she wasn't sleeping even though she acted as though she was. Leaning down, I slowly pulled the covers back, revealing her beautiful, naked body. I smiled again. She hadn't even put on a nightie.
When she finished her heavy panting and stopping grinding on my hand, she lifted it from her panties and pushed it away, as if discarding a soiled utensil. I returned my hand to the wheel as Mom fidgeted in her seat, pushing her dress down and fixing her hair. I drove on for several miles.
"What did you think of the play?" I asked, breaking the silence.
That started a very normal back and forth about the merits of the play, which actors we had liked or disliked, scenes that were good and parts we thought could have been done better, mostly by Mom. The conversation continued until we got home. Dad snoozed until the car was stopped and we woke him. Everyone went in the house and immediately headed for bed, including me. It had been one hell of a night.
But it wasn't over.
I waited for fifteen minutes and then wandered down to Mom and Dad's room ... naked.
Their room was dark, lit only by the light from the hallway as I quietly stepped inside. I could hear Dad's characteristic snore. I waited for my eyes to acclimatize to the darkness, smiling to myself, knowing that Mom was probably not sleeping and had likely heard me come in. She had to know I would come for her.
Several more minutes passed. Dad's snoring was monotonously consistent, as was Mom's silence. Now able to make out the dim shapes of the larger pieces of furniture in the room, I walked across the end of the bed and down my mother's side. I looked down at her still body, knowing she wasn't sleeping even though she acted as though she was. Leaning down, I slowly pulled the covers back, revealing her beautiful, naked body. I smiled again. She hadn't even put on a nightie.
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