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Nora hurried out of the room as fast as possible. With each step, she felt the warm cum of her son run down her legs as well as her left toes squish into the carpet as the large amount that resided between them parted into the carpet or moved up onto the top of her foot. As the cum cooled and dried in her quick dash out of the room to her waking son, she felt her face grow hot with the sudden shame of what she had done.
Today's events had started out with just an honest attempt to break the stupor that Bradley had descended into ever since returning home from college. She knew it was because of the death of his father, but Nora held no love for her now dead husband. After more or less keeping their marriage and finances held together by a death grip of exhausting work, she had grown bitter.
As Nora closed and locked her bedroom door, she collapsed into her bed, feeling the lines of cum on her leg beginning to harden and dry but the large pool that had remained on her upper foot now began to slide off the end of the bed where her feet dangled off. She knew that she should probably get up and wash her feet and legs off, but a small part of her enjoyed the feeling and it convinced her to just clean herself in the morning.
It was then that Nora thought about how the past few years had brought tonight's escapades.
Nora and Michael, her husband, had met in college their senior year, interning at a software company, her in engineering and him in sales. The two worked well on the menial group projects together, and eventually, once they graduated, they worked together to establish an automated stock sales company that blew up overnight. While their company and software brought in a comfortable sum of money for them to start a moderate company with their own interns in the few years after getting it off the ground, it also brought out the darker side of Michael.
Michael was a gambler, not a bad one but certainly not a good one. He lost more than he won and, as such, as the years went on and the company's wealth and theirs expanded, they never seemed to have enough for everything. It became a glaring issue when Bradley was only a few months old that Michael's addiction to gambling was becoming a dangerous vice for everyone in their family. Nora went to deposit the monthly funds for the children' college funds. When she found that the college fund for Autumn that they had established when she was born had been cleared out and Bradley's, which only had a few hundred in it at the time, was now only a few dollars. The total wasn't a large amount of money, perhaps a few thousand all together, but it was their kids' money, not theirs, and Michael had cleared it out for just a few more bets.
The fight that occurred between Nora and Michael was one that had broken their relationship, but both didn't know it at the time. For the next few years, everything was fine; they even had another child, Ceria, and the money problem seemed to have vanished. Nora, however, didn't trust Michael and began to keep a large portion of her income in a separate account. Ceria was the child to try and repair their broken trust, but she ended up exposing Michael's dark side once again.
When the Bradley went off to his freshman year of college, Michael revealed that he wasn't in love with Nora anymore and that once Ceria was out of the house, he would be selling his portion of the company and divorcing Nora. Nora wasn't blindsided, but it still hurt her that Michael and she hadn't been intimate for years before. Michael would often insult the way she looked or how she acted, even calling her a gold-digger because of how well the company was doing. Nora's attitude and demeanor broke Nora. She began counting the days until Ceria's acceptance letter came.
Michael began by telling her that the house was his and that he was going to sell it to them both, and that they needed to prepare it for the sale. Often, contractors would barge into the house unannounced, sometimes while Nora was changing in her bedroom. She eventually learned that her husband was encouraging them to roam the house together to find new things to spend money on, as well as make Nora uncomfortable with the strange men appearing at all hours of the day. Michael didn't know about her separate account and wanted to spend their joint money quickly.
It was no surprise that Nora soon found Michael was gambling again and not caring about how much he was losing. It was only when company funds began to disappear that she put a stop to it. When she did that, Michael began turning their own company against her.
Nora felt that she couldn't be safe anywhere because there was always some frustration or issue that Michael had thrown her way to never give her a respite while he seemed to be in comfort. When she saw him with an arm wrapped around an intern that could have been his daughter's age, she knew she had lost everything but her children. She kept her husband focused on destroying her spirit instead of breaking her children.
Nora Denizli Escort (http://www.denizliescort.org) was becoming a broken woman as the years passed, unwanted and stressed by the world she lived in, and then one day, Michael had crashed his sports car into a highway divider, killing him. Suddenly, all the pressure and stress that he had placed upon her, she had control over. She fired the pervasive contractors, leaving a number of projects unfinished within her home. The company and the debt that Michael had placed on its books were sold off to a large conglomerate for much more than it was worth. Nora became an independently wealthy widow overnight instead of an overworked, stressed divorcee with no place to live. Nora was liberated by a chance accident.
Nora, of course, kept her true feelings close to her heart, but her one act of revenge was preventing her children from attending the funeral. It was easy for Autumn and Bradley. She asked Autumn to attend Bradley's graduation so that the two could honor and grieve together. Ceria had to accidently cancel her plane ticket home as Ceria was attending orientation at her college the week of Michael's death.
When her children returned to grieve and mourn their father's death, she kept the truth of the monster he was from them and helped them move on, but Bradley never seemed to truly move on. Nora tried a number of things and began searching for new methods, even trying to get Bradley to go see a grief therapist, but nothing worked. She tried every day to get him out of bed and out of the house to do something. She looked and read a number of books and things until on one trip on her research she came across a brief scientific journal about turning grief into desire.
The scientific journal talked about how a small experiment with volunteers who had recently lost a loved one was introduced to stimuli that they found erotic or tantalizing, which in turn caused them to more or less shift focus from the trauma response of losing a loved one to an arousal response. Nora didn't understand a lot of the experiment beyond the fact that an external stimulus of attraction could bring one out of their depression and return an individual to a semblance of normal.
Nora was willing to do anything, so when she tried the next morning, she put on her tightest sports bra and the most sheer yoga pants she had. She made herself commanding and demanded Bradley get up and look at her, so when she got him out of the house and running, she was startled to see how much of an impact her outfit had on him. Nora was ecstatic about the outcome but also surprised that these stimuli seemed to work both ways. The glances she could take caused her pussy to quake with desire. At first, she felt shame, but as they ran and her son kept staring at her with a semi-erect cock, she wanted more from him. When they had finished the run, she wanted to put herself on full display as she stretched. She noted Bradley's focus began to turn from her back to himself and his thoughts, so she went from erotic to display to teasing. Again, the stimulus of touching her son was a two-way street for her. As the desire for more and more began to build in her core, she felt a pang of ache and even a slight wetness begin in her pussy. So, when she smelled Bradley and the smell of his sweat and cumin wafted up, making her quiver, she felt something in her trip as if a flip was turned off.
Nora kept teasing her son. She felt awkward doing it, even surprised by her actions, so when she saw the gym shorts of Bradley lying discarded on her floor, it was almost an automatic response to grab them and use them to satiate her own desires. The evening didn't seem to quell that desire. It was only after the incident in the living room that that switch in her brain flicked back on.
When Nora woke up early the next morning, she felt the layer of cum on her legs and toes crackle as she rose. She felt both disgusted and aroused about the sensation. It was as if the switch in her mind was both tripped on and off at the same time. Eventually, her off side won, and she washed herself clean before dressing for her morning run and workout.
Nora stood in front of her full mirror, eyeing her toned body. Her dark hair sat splayed over her shoulders, framing her face and green eyes to great effect. Her breasts stood proud and perky at her age as she put on green and black sports bras with a sheer cut of fabric between them, giving a display of cleavage that made her wonder if Bradley would notice. Instead of yoga pants, she grabbed a pair of black spandex skorts that allowed her to show off her long-toned legs. As Nora pulled on some anklet socks, her mind wandered back to last night's incident.
Nora hadn't planned on doing much more than tease Bradley while they sat and watched the terrible show. As they began watching, she only meant to slowly roll the long night robe she wore up, showing more and more of her legs, but as she glanced sidelong at Bradley, watching his response, she found that he was watching Denizli Escort Bayan (http://www.denizliescort.org) her more than the show. He seemed to be undressing her with his eyes and then watching her shift as if praying for her to show more. She knew she had taken it too far when she had "stretched out" her legs, flexing her toes and legs fully out, giving Bradley a chance to glance at the lace green panties she had put on underneath. Instead of him continuing to eye her, he seemed to shake his head and turned himself away. She tried to get his attention again by opening her robe with slight movements until her breasts were only hidden by the draping of the robe. Nothing seemed to work to get his attention, and the next thing she knew, he was napping.
Nora was now hot and bothered with no one to reciprocate her desire, but she saw that Bradley hadn't fully turned his desires off, with once again his lower half betraying him. Nora began just playing with herself when her mind and eyes began undressing a certain area of Bradley. As she quietly worked herself up, her foot began to wander over, and the next thing she was aware of was her stifled self in the waves of her own orgasm as she felt her son's cock pulse underneath the grip of her toes.
Nora felt that same ache of desire quake once more in her core as she experienced last night again in her mind. She felt herself begin to grow wet again as she began walking towards Bradley's room to wake him once more. "Perhaps a little more teasing today would help them both." she thought, with a little smile coming onto her face as she opened Bradley's door.
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"Sweetie... Sweetie..." I heard in my sleep as a soft, gentle hand rose up my thigh, stopping just short of my penis. My eyes cracked open to see my mother dressed once again in gym wear. That made my stomach turn with lust. She was sitting at the side of my bed with her back to me. Her toned back was nearly exposed except for a sheer band of spandex that wrapped around her sports bra. The sheerness seemed to accent her body, allowing me to see her muscles and the shape of her back as she leaned forward to move her hand further up my thigh, giving me another gentle shake. As if in response to this display and the closeness of her hand, my morning wood comes to full attention in seconds. Her fingers gave a slight twitch as if she felt me grow hard when she said, "I thought we could work out together again since you seemed to enjoy it so much yesterday," giving me a slight wink.
"Um. Yeah, I would love to, but I am a bit... sore from yesterday's activities. "I inflected activities a bit more to indicate that I knew about what happened last night. Her deep green eyes sparkled with recognition. I expected to see her blush or turn in shame, but instead she smiled widely.
Oh, I hope you can handle today's activities. We are going to take it a bit easy today, but we really need to get this house in order, especially the yard. I was thinking we would just do some yoga and give our bodies a stretch before we do chores. " My mother replied. "Now come on, let's get up and stretch our bodies and then we'll tackle the yard." If you do a good job, I'll make your favorite dinner! " She patted my upper thigh where her hand had been resting before standing. It was then that I noticed that she had pulled the covers of my bed to below my crotch before rousing me.
I decided to fight fire with fire. If she was going to tease me and rouse me in more ways than one, I would do the same. Standing up out of my bed, my mother began to walk out of my room. "Mom! What should I wear? I asked, starting to pull my pajamas down but keeping my erection hidden so she would just get a glimpse of my pubic hair and perhaps the upper shaft as it bent down into the band of my pajamas.
My mother turned to answer me before her eyes dropped to my crotch. Her mouth was opened to reply when a slight bit of drool slipped out as she caught herself, closing her mouth and swallowing. "Whatever you feel comfortable in, sweetie, just remember it's going to be hot out later on in the day and will be out most of the day." She struggled to speak as her eyes seemed to only be focusing on my crotch. It seemed that she wanted to see me fully display myself to her eyes. She egged my hand to push the waistband of my pajamas down. I complied, moving it down a half inch, allowing the base of the cock to be fully visible. In response, her mouth parted open as a heavy breath escaped her lips. My mother quickly turned and began to rush out of the door, swiftly shutting the door behind her.
I decided on gym shorts and an old ragged t-shirt for my yoga and yardwork clothes. This time, remembering to put on underwear, I went with some spandex briefs that allowed a lot of airflow. I also chose the spandex briefs to keep myself contained as I predicted the day would be filled with my mother and her tantalizing body on display. I threw on some socks and some old worn-out shoes and headed out to the backyard where my mother Escort Denizli (http://www.denizliescort.org) was already posing.
I knew my mother didn't really know many yoga poses, but she obviously knew the ones that could catch my eyes. Her long legs were extended from each other, one on the ground, the other extending parallel towards the backdoor as I stepped out. She glanced back and said, "I guess you found something that fits what today holds." She quickly brought her extended leg in and bent down, making the skirt portion of her skort press in and shape her round bum, giving me a very wonderful idea of what it looked like.
This continued for a time before she asked for my help. I had no yoga beyond sitting on my knees behind her and watching her toned body pose. I quickly got up to help her when she grabbed me at my waist and directed me to stand right behind her. "I'll need you to support me while I stretch out." She said, guiding my hand down her frame, allowing me to feel her side and ass until she raised her left leg and brought it into my upturned hand. I was so distracted with holding her and my own erection that when she pushed her ass and body into my crotch, we fell into a heap of limbs. My cock, while confined in my underwear, was warmly nestled between her butt cheeks while my hand that was holding her leg up had ridden up into her crotch.
Once the initial shock of the fall was gone, I noticed two things. My mother was very wet as my hand groped the outline of her pussy and my mother was allowing me to explore her while we lay in a huddled mass of each other. My mother had turned her face toward me and even began to spread her legs more to give my hand more room to explore. Her hands weren't idle either, as she began to trace my chest down to my waist. Her hand went into my waistband but not my underwear. Her hand incased my cock, squeezing it and rubbing the head. We explored each other's bodies for a few minutes, our breath becoming short and shallow as our arousals began to climb.
I could fill the outline of my mother's pussy as she felt the outline of my cock. Both of us were producing fluids at an alarming rate. Soon my hand was wet with her fluids as I had found her clit through the fabric of her skorts and that seemed to turn her into a hydrant. As soon as I had found her, her hand froze its movement on my cock. She gripped the head of my cock through my underwear and squeezed as I heard her begin to whimper with pleasure and desire. Her body started to grow stiff as her orgasm built and built. A sudden urge came over me and I whispered, "Cum mommy cum for me." giving the side of her neck a peck to further encourage her. That took her over the edge. Her whimpers became a long series of gasps and her skorts held back the squirting ejaculation she had from my attentive fingers. Her weight fully collapsed on to me as she dragged in deep breaths. I could feel how soaked her skorts were as they began to leak excess fluids as she truly began to cum. Her crotch began to spasm and she thrust away from my hand.
It was then that my mother began to mutter and moan. She cried out from the orgasm and pleasure that I had been giving her. Throughout the entire orgasm, she maintained a vice-like grip on my cock, not unpleasant but not comfortable. As her orgasm waned, she adjusted her grip on my cock, releasing her grip to a more relaxed state.
"Oh, baby, that was---" my mother was cut off as her phone began to ring. She had placed it on the outdoor table of the patio as it began a jingle of a pop tune and the rattle of it vibrating against the wood surface it sat upon. "One moment," she gasped, getting up from our tangled mass of limbs shakily.
"It's your sister," she exhaled. "Hello Autumn," she replied, motioning for me to sit on the patio love seat as she lowered herself into it as well. I scrambled up and rushed to the space next to her as she continued her phone call with my sister. "Oh, baby, that's terrible! I thought you two had made up. "
As soon as I had plopped into the love seat, my mother's hand raced to the waistband of my shorts, attempting to pull them down. I immediately understood what she wanted and raised my bum up and pulled my shorts down to my ankles in one swift motion, along with my underwear, springing my cock from its now moist containment.
"I don't know if we can do that, Autumn!" my mother said as her free hand wrapped around my cock. Her thumb played with my head, gathering up a good amount of lubrication as she began to slowly tease me as she conversed with my older sister. "Honey, Listen! Bradley and I are not able to drop everything today. "We have our hands full with our own things," she said, side-eyeing me and winking as she began to maintain a pleasurable pace with her hand.
My mother's hand looked tiny as it raced up and down the length of my cock, but she knew how to pleasure it even with the difference. Each time she went up, I could feel a finger or thumb extend to gather up a new portion of my cum to continue the lubricated pace my mother was doing. When she went down, I could feel her fingers extend out to tickle my balls. I tried to endure the amount of pleasure I was getting reciprocated as my mother continued to talk on the phone, but soon, I began to feel myself tightening as my own orgasm built.
Today's events had started out with just an honest attempt to break the stupor that Bradley had descended into ever since returning home from college. She knew it was because of the death of his father, but Nora held no love for her now dead husband. After more or less keeping their marriage and finances held together by a death grip of exhausting work, she had grown bitter.
As Nora closed and locked her bedroom door, she collapsed into her bed, feeling the lines of cum on her leg beginning to harden and dry but the large pool that had remained on her upper foot now began to slide off the end of the bed where her feet dangled off. She knew that she should probably get up and wash her feet and legs off, but a small part of her enjoyed the feeling and it convinced her to just clean herself in the morning.
It was then that Nora thought about how the past few years had brought tonight's escapades.
Nora and Michael, her husband, had met in college their senior year, interning at a software company, her in engineering and him in sales. The two worked well on the menial group projects together, and eventually, once they graduated, they worked together to establish an automated stock sales company that blew up overnight. While their company and software brought in a comfortable sum of money for them to start a moderate company with their own interns in the few years after getting it off the ground, it also brought out the darker side of Michael.
Michael was a gambler, not a bad one but certainly not a good one. He lost more than he won and, as such, as the years went on and the company's wealth and theirs expanded, they never seemed to have enough for everything. It became a glaring issue when Bradley was only a few months old that Michael's addiction to gambling was becoming a dangerous vice for everyone in their family. Nora went to deposit the monthly funds for the children' college funds. When she found that the college fund for Autumn that they had established when she was born had been cleared out and Bradley's, which only had a few hundred in it at the time, was now only a few dollars. The total wasn't a large amount of money, perhaps a few thousand all together, but it was their kids' money, not theirs, and Michael had cleared it out for just a few more bets.
The fight that occurred between Nora and Michael was one that had broken their relationship, but both didn't know it at the time. For the next few years, everything was fine; they even had another child, Ceria, and the money problem seemed to have vanished. Nora, however, didn't trust Michael and began to keep a large portion of her income in a separate account. Ceria was the child to try and repair their broken trust, but she ended up exposing Michael's dark side once again.
When the Bradley went off to his freshman year of college, Michael revealed that he wasn't in love with Nora anymore and that once Ceria was out of the house, he would be selling his portion of the company and divorcing Nora. Nora wasn't blindsided, but it still hurt her that Michael and she hadn't been intimate for years before. Michael would often insult the way she looked or how she acted, even calling her a gold-digger because of how well the company was doing. Nora's attitude and demeanor broke Nora. She began counting the days until Ceria's acceptance letter came.
Michael began by telling her that the house was his and that he was going to sell it to them both, and that they needed to prepare it for the sale. Often, contractors would barge into the house unannounced, sometimes while Nora was changing in her bedroom. She eventually learned that her husband was encouraging them to roam the house together to find new things to spend money on, as well as make Nora uncomfortable with the strange men appearing at all hours of the day. Michael didn't know about her separate account and wanted to spend their joint money quickly.
It was no surprise that Nora soon found Michael was gambling again and not caring about how much he was losing. It was only when company funds began to disappear that she put a stop to it. When she did that, Michael began turning their own company against her.
Nora felt that she couldn't be safe anywhere because there was always some frustration or issue that Michael had thrown her way to never give her a respite while he seemed to be in comfort. When she saw him with an arm wrapped around an intern that could have been his daughter's age, she knew she had lost everything but her children. She kept her husband focused on destroying her spirit instead of breaking her children.
Nora Denizli Escort (http://www.denizliescort.org) was becoming a broken woman as the years passed, unwanted and stressed by the world she lived in, and then one day, Michael had crashed his sports car into a highway divider, killing him. Suddenly, all the pressure and stress that he had placed upon her, she had control over. She fired the pervasive contractors, leaving a number of projects unfinished within her home. The company and the debt that Michael had placed on its books were sold off to a large conglomerate for much more than it was worth. Nora became an independently wealthy widow overnight instead of an overworked, stressed divorcee with no place to live. Nora was liberated by a chance accident.
Nora, of course, kept her true feelings close to her heart, but her one act of revenge was preventing her children from attending the funeral. It was easy for Autumn and Bradley. She asked Autumn to attend Bradley's graduation so that the two could honor and grieve together. Ceria had to accidently cancel her plane ticket home as Ceria was attending orientation at her college the week of Michael's death.
When her children returned to grieve and mourn their father's death, she kept the truth of the monster he was from them and helped them move on, but Bradley never seemed to truly move on. Nora tried a number of things and began searching for new methods, even trying to get Bradley to go see a grief therapist, but nothing worked. She tried every day to get him out of bed and out of the house to do something. She looked and read a number of books and things until on one trip on her research she came across a brief scientific journal about turning grief into desire.
The scientific journal talked about how a small experiment with volunteers who had recently lost a loved one was introduced to stimuli that they found erotic or tantalizing, which in turn caused them to more or less shift focus from the trauma response of losing a loved one to an arousal response. Nora didn't understand a lot of the experiment beyond the fact that an external stimulus of attraction could bring one out of their depression and return an individual to a semblance of normal.
Nora was willing to do anything, so when she tried the next morning, she put on her tightest sports bra and the most sheer yoga pants she had. She made herself commanding and demanded Bradley get up and look at her, so when she got him out of the house and running, she was startled to see how much of an impact her outfit had on him. Nora was ecstatic about the outcome but also surprised that these stimuli seemed to work both ways. The glances she could take caused her pussy to quake with desire. At first, she felt shame, but as they ran and her son kept staring at her with a semi-erect cock, she wanted more from him. When they had finished the run, she wanted to put herself on full display as she stretched. She noted Bradley's focus began to turn from her back to himself and his thoughts, so she went from erotic to display to teasing. Again, the stimulus of touching her son was a two-way street for her. As the desire for more and more began to build in her core, she felt a pang of ache and even a slight wetness begin in her pussy. So, when she smelled Bradley and the smell of his sweat and cumin wafted up, making her quiver, she felt something in her trip as if a flip was turned off.
Nora kept teasing her son. She felt awkward doing it, even surprised by her actions, so when she saw the gym shorts of Bradley lying discarded on her floor, it was almost an automatic response to grab them and use them to satiate her own desires. The evening didn't seem to quell that desire. It was only after the incident in the living room that that switch in her brain flicked back on.
When Nora woke up early the next morning, she felt the layer of cum on her legs and toes crackle as she rose. She felt both disgusted and aroused about the sensation. It was as if the switch in her mind was both tripped on and off at the same time. Eventually, her off side won, and she washed herself clean before dressing for her morning run and workout.
Nora stood in front of her full mirror, eyeing her toned body. Her dark hair sat splayed over her shoulders, framing her face and green eyes to great effect. Her breasts stood proud and perky at her age as she put on green and black sports bras with a sheer cut of fabric between them, giving a display of cleavage that made her wonder if Bradley would notice. Instead of yoga pants, she grabbed a pair of black spandex skorts that allowed her to show off her long-toned legs. As Nora pulled on some anklet socks, her mind wandered back to last night's incident.
Nora hadn't planned on doing much more than tease Bradley while they sat and watched the terrible show. As they began watching, she only meant to slowly roll the long night robe she wore up, showing more and more of her legs, but as she glanced sidelong at Bradley, watching his response, she found that he was watching Denizli Escort Bayan (http://www.denizliescort.org) her more than the show. He seemed to be undressing her with his eyes and then watching her shift as if praying for her to show more. She knew she had taken it too far when she had "stretched out" her legs, flexing her toes and legs fully out, giving Bradley a chance to glance at the lace green panties she had put on underneath. Instead of him continuing to eye her, he seemed to shake his head and turned himself away. She tried to get his attention again by opening her robe with slight movements until her breasts were only hidden by the draping of the robe. Nothing seemed to work to get his attention, and the next thing she knew, he was napping.
Nora was now hot and bothered with no one to reciprocate her desire, but she saw that Bradley hadn't fully turned his desires off, with once again his lower half betraying him. Nora began just playing with herself when her mind and eyes began undressing a certain area of Bradley. As she quietly worked herself up, her foot began to wander over, and the next thing she was aware of was her stifled self in the waves of her own orgasm as she felt her son's cock pulse underneath the grip of her toes.
Nora felt that same ache of desire quake once more in her core as she experienced last night again in her mind. She felt herself begin to grow wet again as she began walking towards Bradley's room to wake him once more. "Perhaps a little more teasing today would help them both." she thought, with a little smile coming onto her face as she opened Bradley's door.
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"Sweetie... Sweetie..." I heard in my sleep as a soft, gentle hand rose up my thigh, stopping just short of my penis. My eyes cracked open to see my mother dressed once again in gym wear. That made my stomach turn with lust. She was sitting at the side of my bed with her back to me. Her toned back was nearly exposed except for a sheer band of spandex that wrapped around her sports bra. The sheerness seemed to accent her body, allowing me to see her muscles and the shape of her back as she leaned forward to move her hand further up my thigh, giving me another gentle shake. As if in response to this display and the closeness of her hand, my morning wood comes to full attention in seconds. Her fingers gave a slight twitch as if she felt me grow hard when she said, "I thought we could work out together again since you seemed to enjoy it so much yesterday," giving me a slight wink.
"Um. Yeah, I would love to, but I am a bit... sore from yesterday's activities. "I inflected activities a bit more to indicate that I knew about what happened last night. Her deep green eyes sparkled with recognition. I expected to see her blush or turn in shame, but instead she smiled widely.
Oh, I hope you can handle today's activities. We are going to take it a bit easy today, but we really need to get this house in order, especially the yard. I was thinking we would just do some yoga and give our bodies a stretch before we do chores. " My mother replied. "Now come on, let's get up and stretch our bodies and then we'll tackle the yard." If you do a good job, I'll make your favorite dinner! " She patted my upper thigh where her hand had been resting before standing. It was then that I noticed that she had pulled the covers of my bed to below my crotch before rousing me.
I decided to fight fire with fire. If she was going to tease me and rouse me in more ways than one, I would do the same. Standing up out of my bed, my mother began to walk out of my room. "Mom! What should I wear? I asked, starting to pull my pajamas down but keeping my erection hidden so she would just get a glimpse of my pubic hair and perhaps the upper shaft as it bent down into the band of my pajamas.
My mother turned to answer me before her eyes dropped to my crotch. Her mouth was opened to reply when a slight bit of drool slipped out as she caught herself, closing her mouth and swallowing. "Whatever you feel comfortable in, sweetie, just remember it's going to be hot out later on in the day and will be out most of the day." She struggled to speak as her eyes seemed to only be focusing on my crotch. It seemed that she wanted to see me fully display myself to her eyes. She egged my hand to push the waistband of my pajamas down. I complied, moving it down a half inch, allowing the base of the cock to be fully visible. In response, her mouth parted open as a heavy breath escaped her lips. My mother quickly turned and began to rush out of the door, swiftly shutting the door behind her.
I decided on gym shorts and an old ragged t-shirt for my yoga and yardwork clothes. This time, remembering to put on underwear, I went with some spandex briefs that allowed a lot of airflow. I also chose the spandex briefs to keep myself contained as I predicted the day would be filled with my mother and her tantalizing body on display. I threw on some socks and some old worn-out shoes and headed out to the backyard where my mother Escort Denizli (http://www.denizliescort.org) was already posing.
I knew my mother didn't really know many yoga poses, but she obviously knew the ones that could catch my eyes. Her long legs were extended from each other, one on the ground, the other extending parallel towards the backdoor as I stepped out. She glanced back and said, "I guess you found something that fits what today holds." She quickly brought her extended leg in and bent down, making the skirt portion of her skort press in and shape her round bum, giving me a very wonderful idea of what it looked like.
This continued for a time before she asked for my help. I had no yoga beyond sitting on my knees behind her and watching her toned body pose. I quickly got up to help her when she grabbed me at my waist and directed me to stand right behind her. "I'll need you to support me while I stretch out." She said, guiding my hand down her frame, allowing me to feel her side and ass until she raised her left leg and brought it into my upturned hand. I was so distracted with holding her and my own erection that when she pushed her ass and body into my crotch, we fell into a heap of limbs. My cock, while confined in my underwear, was warmly nestled between her butt cheeks while my hand that was holding her leg up had ridden up into her crotch.
Once the initial shock of the fall was gone, I noticed two things. My mother was very wet as my hand groped the outline of her pussy and my mother was allowing me to explore her while we lay in a huddled mass of each other. My mother had turned her face toward me and even began to spread her legs more to give my hand more room to explore. Her hands weren't idle either, as she began to trace my chest down to my waist. Her hand went into my waistband but not my underwear. Her hand incased my cock, squeezing it and rubbing the head. We explored each other's bodies for a few minutes, our breath becoming short and shallow as our arousals began to climb.
I could fill the outline of my mother's pussy as she felt the outline of my cock. Both of us were producing fluids at an alarming rate. Soon my hand was wet with her fluids as I had found her clit through the fabric of her skorts and that seemed to turn her into a hydrant. As soon as I had found her, her hand froze its movement on my cock. She gripped the head of my cock through my underwear and squeezed as I heard her begin to whimper with pleasure and desire. Her body started to grow stiff as her orgasm built and built. A sudden urge came over me and I whispered, "Cum mommy cum for me." giving the side of her neck a peck to further encourage her. That took her over the edge. Her whimpers became a long series of gasps and her skorts held back the squirting ejaculation she had from my attentive fingers. Her weight fully collapsed on to me as she dragged in deep breaths. I could feel how soaked her skorts were as they began to leak excess fluids as she truly began to cum. Her crotch began to spasm and she thrust away from my hand.
It was then that my mother began to mutter and moan. She cried out from the orgasm and pleasure that I had been giving her. Throughout the entire orgasm, she maintained a vice-like grip on my cock, not unpleasant but not comfortable. As her orgasm waned, she adjusted her grip on my cock, releasing her grip to a more relaxed state.
"Oh, baby, that was---" my mother was cut off as her phone began to ring. She had placed it on the outdoor table of the patio as it began a jingle of a pop tune and the rattle of it vibrating against the wood surface it sat upon. "One moment," she gasped, getting up from our tangled mass of limbs shakily.
"It's your sister," she exhaled. "Hello Autumn," she replied, motioning for me to sit on the patio love seat as she lowered herself into it as well. I scrambled up and rushed to the space next to her as she continued her phone call with my sister. "Oh, baby, that's terrible! I thought you two had made up. "
As soon as I had plopped into the love seat, my mother's hand raced to the waistband of my shorts, attempting to pull them down. I immediately understood what she wanted and raised my bum up and pulled my shorts down to my ankles in one swift motion, along with my underwear, springing my cock from its now moist containment.
"I don't know if we can do that, Autumn!" my mother said as her free hand wrapped around my cock. Her thumb played with my head, gathering up a good amount of lubrication as she began to slowly tease me as she conversed with my older sister. "Honey, Listen! Bradley and I are not able to drop everything today. "We have our hands full with our own things," she said, side-eyeing me and winking as she began to maintain a pleasurable pace with her hand.
My mother's hand looked tiny as it raced up and down the length of my cock, but she knew how to pleasure it even with the difference. Each time she went up, I could feel a finger or thumb extend to gather up a new portion of my cum to continue the lubricated pace my mother was doing. When she went down, I could feel her fingers extend out to tickle my balls. I tried to endure the amount of pleasure I was getting reciprocated as my mother continued to talk on the phone, but soon, I began to feel myself tightening as my own orgasm built.