As she pulled away, something inside me took over and I had the uncontrollable urge to kiss her. I leaned into her and before I knew it, my lips were against hers and we were kissing. This wasn’t the kind of kiss a son gives his mother, but instead, it was the kind of kiss that lovers share. She responded immediately. It was warm and soft and tender and passionate all at the same time. I felt her arms tighten around me and her breathing quickened, as did mine. We separated for a minute, looked at each other, then taking a breath, our lips found each other again and we spent the next few minutes cuddling together. Without thinking, my arm worked it’s way between us and I found myself cupping her breast.
“Oh, no you don’t, Mister!” She pushed me away and put her hands on her hips and smiled at me. “You have no idea what you’re starting with that, and I’m already on the edge, so please, don’t tempt me.”
She shook her head and then shook her finger, as if she was scolding me. Then, her smile faded into a far away look as she took a step closer. Reaching for my hand, she guided it slowly back to her breast. We stood about a foot apart, looking at each other as she held my hand to her left breast. “It’s been so long since someone has touched me like this.” She said. “I miss it so much….. can we just hug like this for a minute?”
She had done something unbelievably special for me earlier, and I could see that she now needed me to do something special for her. The look in her eyes was a look of desperate longing and missing passion. My heart went out to her and I felt it pounding inside my chest.
I pulled her close to me, my hand still cupping her breast under her own hand as she held it there. I squeezed very gently and a moan escaped her lips. I squeezed again and she let her own hand fall away as she pressed her breast into my palm. Feeling the fullness of my own mother’s breast, I heard her say “When I was nursing you, your little hands used to hold me. Now you’re doing it again.”
Shifting my hand slightly, I felt her nipple and gingerly tweaked it through her bra. Her reaction was immediate and caught me off guard as she almost melted in my arms. She moaned softly and made these slight ‘cooing’ sounds which told me I was doing something she liked. Her breathing was much quicker now and she started to slowly sway back and forth. “Mom, do you want me to stop?” I asked.
This time it was she that didn’t answer. I secretly felt proud that I found something that she apparently liked, something to perhaps return some of the pleasure she had given to me earlier. I played my hunch by moving my free hand to her other breast and felt for that nipple, too. As I did, she shifted positioning herself so I could have complete access to both her breasts with my inexperienced hands. Finally throwing caution to the wind, I used more pressure on both and lightly pinched both nipples at the same time.
She turned her head away from me and laid it on my chest. The rate of her breathing quickened and I felt one of her hands move from where she had been lightly hugging me to between her legs. I didn’t want to break the closeness we were sharing, but it was obvious to me that she was touching herself over her clothes.
I pinched her nipples again, and when I did, she turned her face toward me. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open. She bit down on her lower lip and I could feel her hand moving more obviously now… pressing into her crotch. I pinched her nipples in unison, quickly pinching and then releasing, time and time again until I finally held the pinch. She started to pant and her eyes shot open. “Oh, oh, oh, oh.” She said. “Harder now…” She said. So I did. Our eyes were locked together when she told me to pinch even harder. And I did that, too. “Oh, Bobby, I’m almost there… OH! OH!”
It wasn’t long before she opened her mouth as if she was going to scream, but nothing came out for a few seconds… then all of a sudden, she said “OOOOOHHHH!”
Her body shook and convulsed in my arms and I had to let go of her nipples to put my arms around her because I was afraid she going to fall. Beaming with pride, I held her as she shook, knowing she was cumming and that I was the one that brought it on.
After a few minutes, we were still standing there with me holding her body loosely in my arms. Feeling the time was right, I pulled back to look at her. This was no longer my Mom…. She was a tender and sexy woman who had given me the sexual adventure of my life and whom I had partially repaid by doing something that pleased her in the same way she had pleased me.
There were no words spoken between us as we looked at one another, only the sound of her breathing as it broke the silence of the laundry room. She put her hands over her face like she was trying to hide from me. “Mom, did I hurt you?” I asked.
She dropped her hands and shook her head at me. I could see a tear in her eye and she reached out to hold my head in her hands saying “That was incredible….. I mean, it was beyond words….. it’s only happened one other time in my life like that…. a long, long time ago before I met your Father.”
“Oh, Bobby, I don’t know what to say,” she said, “I don’t know what to feel now….. I haven’t had an orgasm that strong in probably ten years. Sweetheart, how did you know to do that?”
“How did I know what, Mom? I asked.
“You mean to tell me you had no idea what you were doing to me just then?” She asked.
“Mom,” I answered, “I just did what I thought you wanted me to do…. That’s all.”
“Bobby, I don’t know if you’re going to believe this or not, but, I just had a really strong orgasm, one that was much stronger than any I’ve had in a long time…. It was incredible what you were doing to me….. I just love being touched like that.”
“Well, were even then,” I said, “I already told you how I felt about what happened to me.” I stopped for a minute, gathering the courage to ask her a question a son should never ask his mother. Still, if there was ever a time to ask it, and get away with it, it would be now.
“Mom, can I ask you something and will you promise to understand why I’m asking it?”
“Considering what we’ve just done,” she said, “I think it’s okay to ask me anything. But, I’m still your Mother, so I reserve the right to not answer. Agreed?”
“That’s fair,” I said. “I’m not sure exactly how to ask this, so I’m just going to ask straight out, Okay?”
“Go ahead,” she said, “Just ask. There’s no way I can get mad at you after all that. You better hurry though, I’m surprised your sister and your Dad aren’t back already.”
I knew she was right. Not only that, but, if I had any hope of her saying “Yes”, I better ask now. So, I took a deep breath. I tried to look her in the eyes, but when she looked back, I couldn’t face her like I thought I could. I had to look down to avoid my mother’s eyes as I said “Mom, can I have the panties you have on now?”
“No, Bobby,” she said, “You shouldn’t ever ask a girl something that intimate without looking at her.” She reached up and straightened my face to look right at her and told me to ask again.
“Mom,” I asked, “The panties you have on right now…. can I have them…. please?”
I was surprised when she didn’t answer with a “Yes” or a “No”. Instead, she asked “You want me to give you my panties? The panties I just had an orgasm in and that are probably sopping wet? That’s what you want?”
When I nodded my head, she shook hers and said “No, Bobby, if you’re going to ask a girl to give you her panties, you stand a much better chance if you tell her why you want them. Trust me, most girls are not going to part with her panties unless they have a pretty compelling reason to do so. Think about it and ask me again.”
It struck me as ironic that she was trying to instruct me on the right way to ask someone to give away their underwear, but, on the flip side, if she was going to say “No”, she would have already done it. So, all I had to do is figure out what she wanted me to say and then say it. So after thinking for a brief time, I tried again.
“Mom, would you please be so kind as to let me have the panties you have on right now so I can use them to masturbate later? I can’t tell you how much it would mean to me to get them right now while they are fresh.”
“Very nice,” she said, “How could a girl say ‘No’ to that?” She smiled at me as she answered “Why, I would be happy to let you have them. Come on we better hurry.”
She took my hand and led me towards the stairs up to the kitchen, glancing at me the whole time and smiling. Half way up the stairs, she laughed a small laugh and said, “You know Bobby, even before you asked, I had already decided I was going to give them to you. I was just messing with you making you say all that, but, I’ll promise you this, I can’t ever see myself saying “No” to that question if you ask it like that.”
Arriving in the kitchen, she let go of my hand and walked to the pantry. Opening the door, she reached inside to get something. The pantry door blocked my view, but my curiosity was quickly satisfied as she pulled out a zip lock baggie and held it up for me to see.
“I would think a prize like you’re about to get deserves something to help keep them fresh, don’t you?” She asked. “Fresh. That’s the word you used isn’t it? You want them to keep for a while so you can enjoy them over and over again, right?”
“Oh, that would be great, Mom,” I answered. “Maybe you’ll let me trade them in for some other ones when it’s time?” I asked.
Taking my hand and leading me back to the stairs, she just smiled and shook her head saying “Jeez, boys will be boys, won’t they? Bobby, you’re going to have to learn that a smart girl always keeps a boy guessing, so….. we’ll see….. and that’s all I’m going to say about that. It’s nice of you to be interested, though.”