I don’t remember ever seeing her as happy as she looked right now. She was, well….. she was giggling. Both her hands were holding my cock again and she had this sparkle in her eyes. She was bouncing as she spoke, causing her breasts to bob up and down it was kind of cute, actually, and I started to smile at her childlike antics. But, all of a sudden she stopped and said “Baby, you’re not just saying you want to do all those things to make me happy, are you? I mean, you really want to do them, right?”
I wasn’t entirely sure how I was going to answer her, but, I thought it was important for me to be as clear as I could. I needed to get her complete attention so I took her hands away from my cock and held them loosely to my lips and kissed them softly as I looked into her eyes.
“Mom, I want you to listen to me for a minute so I can explain something to you.” I said.
“Oh, no,” she said, “did I push you too hard with all those questions, sweetheart?”
“No, mom,” I said, “nothing like that at all. I just want to make sure you hear what I’m about to say.”
I held her hands to my lips and kissed them again. When I knew I had her attention, I explained. I told her that I wouldn’t have ever though about being naked in front of someone, or being dressed in panties in front of someone, or masturbating, or being submissive or any of that if it wasn’t for her. I told her it was true, I was doing it partially for her. I told her she had to understand that not only did I love her like a mother, but that I desired her sexually and I was truly excited about the things we spoke about, but, I admitted that I would do just about anything to be and stay sexually connected to her.
I put her hands down on my cock and asked her to stroke me. Then I put my hands to the side of her face and I kissed her. After our kiss, I looked her in the eyes and told her I wanted to have sex with her in every conceivable way, fashion and position. I told her that I felt full, alive and free to have sexual desires thanks to her, and added “I absolutely want to do those things, mom. I may not have had the courage to do them myself, but if you’re going to be there with me, I am sure I want to do them. Mom, it’s because I trust you that I feel so confident about these decisions, and no, I don’t think you tricked me or did anything sneaky. Just don’t stop leading me, mom. I want desperately to be led and I want you to be the one leading.”
“Oh, Bobby,” she said, “that was so nice to say, sweetheart, but you know I’m not your girlfriend or your wife. At some point, you’re going to have to find a woman that can give you the things I can’t. Until then, I promise you with all my heart that I’ll do everything I possibly can to make you happy, you know…. sexually.”
We hugged and kissed a long time as we stood there, both naked in the bathroom. She was glowing and I’m sure I was, too, having both said the things we needed to say and come to some understanding about my kinky sexual desires. I think she was just as moved as I was, and as our hug ended, I felt confident, safe, secure and loved.
She pushed me back against the door frame and scowled at me. “Hey, mister, you’re keeping me from my morning coffee.”
We chatted a little as she finished straightening up the bathroom after our shower, asking me what I wanted for breakfast, and if I found something for her to wear, and did I enjoy my shower. “Yes, that was the best shower I’ve ever had.” I answered. She reached out to squeeze my hand and said “Me too, sweetheart. And thanks for being so sweet in there and not taking advantage of your ol’ mom.”
Standing there, I watched as she bent down to grab her hair dryer from under the vanity. I noticed the way her breasts swayed, nipples extended, just waiting to be suckled. I almost went down on my knees to suck them, knowing how sensitive they are and how much she loves nipple play.
Unbundling the towel around her hair, she hung it over the shower door and set to work blow drying her hair. After a few minutes, she took a wide brush and ran in under her hair while she dried it. I was fascinated watching her. She moved with grace and beauty, completely at ease and confident in her nakedness in front of me. While she wasn’t a model, she was stunning in the way she carried herself and of course, in the way she made me feel complete.
We talked the whole time as she finished, and as I leaned against the door frame, my erection subsided despite the fact that I was standing no more than five feet from a naked woman that I desired so much.
When her hair was dry and she was happy with it, she pointed the hair dryer at my cock and waved it back and forth. “Hey, look,” she said, “you’re normal again!” Her corny sense of humor always had a way of surfacing at the most obtuse times – it was her way.
As she put the hair dryer back under the counter, she leaned over to kiss me on the cheek. “Now, let’s see what you found in my lingerie drawer that got you all excited, shall we?” She said as she took my hand and led me back into her bedroom. Holding up the panties, she looked at them and then to me. Laying them out on the bed, she picked up the top and held it by the thin straps. Looking at me, she cocked one of her eyebrows and asked “Did you know this is the top to a baby-doll nighty?”
“I just thought it would look good on you.” I answered.
“To be honest, I don’t think it’s ever been worn. I bought it because it came with some frilly open crotch panties that I thought your dad would like. In fact, I bought two of these this white one and a pink one” She said. “Well, I guess this will work, there’s been a lot of ‘firsts’ the last two days, so I guess this goes along with all of that.”
“Want to dress me?” She asked.
“Sure!” I said. “I would love to.”
She handed me the panties and I flashed back to my daydream and got down on my knees in front of her. With my hands shaking, I held her panties out and opened them up for her to step into. Placing her hand on my shoulder to steady herself, she daintily lifted one foot and pointed it through the leg hole of her silky panties followed shortly by the other foot. I began to pull them up her legs exactly as I did the day before when she stood in my bedroom. I was temped to try to lick her again, but when I looked up to her face, she was shaking her head saying “Don’t even think about it. We need to have breakfast and I need some coffee. Then we’ll have time for other things later.”
I leaned away from her and pulled the panties up her hips. Then standing up next to her, I fixed them on her hips and rubbed her in them, front and back. I was extremely happy to feel that the panties weren’t skin tight on her. As my hands traveled over her bottom and between her legs, I felt the soft material move under my hands. Running my hands over her vagina, I pushed the material in between her pussy lips and left it like that. The look was so sexy and so hot – I was gratified and pleased beyond my what I could have hoped for.
She handed me the baby-doll top and smiled. “Here you go, baby.”
I looked at the top and then back at her. I truthfully had no idea how to put it on her. She must have picked up on my dilemma because she took it from me and bunched it up from the bottom and handed it back to me. “Hold it over my head now.” she told me.
I held it up and she threaded her arms through the holes and I wiggled it down over her head. She reached back behind her head and gathered her hair into a make shift pony tail and pulled it through. Thinking I was home free, I pulled it down to her waist and took a look at my handiwork.
There was obviously something wrong. Her boobs were smashed against her chest. I mean – they weren’t in the cups of the top of the baby doll. I reached up under and was just about to try to shove one of her breasts up into the cups when she stopped me. “No, silly,” she said, “you can’t just cram them in there, you have to do it like this or you’ll stretch the material.” I watched as she gently reached down into her top, scooped up one of her breasts and lifted it into the cup. She did the same with the other and I was amazed at how the baby doll looked now that she’d fixed it. Her breasts pushed against the thin, silky cups of the top, held in place by the gathered material and ribbon underneath the cups. It looked spectacular. Her nipples poked out quite prominently, in fact, they were nothing short of obvious. My eyes were drawn to them, and as I stared, she tweaked them herself with her own fingers saying, “Is it what you imagined?”
“Damn,” I thought to myself, “am I good, or what?”