It was kind of a dull rainy Saturday and Mom announced that she would be
going out to do some shopping for the afternoon. She asked if I would like
to accompany her, but up to that point I found her shopping quite boring -
and besides, I had other things in mind. But first some background. I was
then about 10 years old and by some crazy fluke had recently discovered a
unexplainable fascination with my mother's lingerie and, of all things -
her shoes. Mom was in her late 20s and although not beautiful, was a very
pretty brunette with a nice figure and a kindly manner. And she was smart
too. I often got the sense that she knew more about things than she was
letting on with me. I can't remember where my dad was that day. Perhaps
he was working. He always seemed to be working odd shifts at a steel mill
in our city. Anyway, my Mom kissed me goodbye and said she'd be back
around supper time, and told me not to get into any trouble. She was
always telling me this. I watched her get in the car and waved to her as
she drove away. I was already smiling as I thought about the afternoon
I walked into her bedroom and felt that same strange sense of mystery come
over me. It was as if this was a special place, because of some
unexplained mystery that resided here. I don't know, but I always felt a
tingle when I went into her bedroom. Her soft ever-present floral perfume
was in the air, mixed with a faint powdery fragrance. The combination of
those two smells came to be "my Mom" for me.
I gingerly approached her dresser, trying u*********sly not to make any
noise, even though there was no need for silence this afternoon. I knew
from previous visits that top right drawer was for her panties, the left
one for her brassieres and stockings, and the deep wide middle one held her
slips, girdles and pyjamas. I opened the panty drawer and looked for a
moment, feeling such a sense of wonder and excitement. Her panties were a
mixture of white and pastels, and all were silky, cold and slippery to
touch. I had always been partial to white, and today was no different. I
delicately lifted the top pair from the neatly-folded pile, opened them up
held them there before me. My face felt flushed and hot, and there was a
stirring in my middle. This was where my hesitation usually spoke up. I
knew that for some unknown reason, what I was doing or was about to do, was
probably wrong. I knew I had no business in her room. Mom would certainly
be mad at me if she caught me in here going through her drawers. But she
did say she was going to be away for the whole afternoon. And what could
be so wrong about looking through your Mom's dresser drawers for a while?
A quiet voice from deep inside me - one that I don't think I even heard,
was leading my actions. "I'll do it," I whispered to myself. I laid the
panties down, unbuckled my cowboy-style belt, and climbed out of my
trousers. I tossed them carelessly on the foot of Mom's bed, and then
stepped out of my undershorts. It felt strange to be this naked, and it
was almost as if I could feel the air moving around the room on my exposed
skin. The socks and tee-shirt were the next to go and they joined the pile
on the bed. No time for neatness. I took Mom's panties, and brought them
to my face. It felt so nice to hold them against my cheek, and to inhale
her scent and feel the cool touch of her panties. It felt like my heart
was beating in my throat by this time, and my middle seemed like a furnace.
I almost felt dizzy. I sought the label, trying to figure out front from
back, found it and slipped one leg, then the other through. I slowly
pulled the panties all the way up until they cupped me and covered my
middle. "Oh Mom" I thought, "they feel so good." I felt jealous for a
moment standing there, thinking that women could routinely wear such
beautiful things as these. It didn't seem fair. The feel of the fabric
brushing against me was so exciting and pleasureful. But I had a feeling
that there was something more at work here than just feel.
I opened the left drawer and fumbled through her nylon stockings. I
settled upon a newish-looking pair that had the word "taupe" faintly
stencilled across the bottom. I had seen Mom put on her stockings many
times before, and knew what I should do, but I was so unpractised and
nervous that I found myself almost struggling with them. It took some
squirming and some twisting but I finally managed to get them on. I was so
intent upon the struggle of putting them on that I was only now gathering
in the sensations of these stockings on my legs and feet. The pleasure of
the delicate sense of containment, and the coolness was hard to figure.
And although I was puzzled at all of this, I knew with out any doubt that I
liked it a lot. A whole lot. I looked at myself in the dresser mirror,
and strangely, it wasn't me who was looking back. It was almost like this
was someone else in the glass. I wanted more of the sensation of these
clothes so I walked a little bit within the limited space of the bedroom.
It was then that I remembered the closet - and her shoes.
I opened the closet door and lingered there for a moment deliberately
inhaling the smell of her, I suppose given off from the high heels and the
clothes that were hanging there. I remember puzzling there for a moment
over the word "pumps". I didn't understand this word, but Mom seemed to
use it interchangeably with "high heels". Anyway, I put this uncertainty
aside and once again took in the fragrance of my her closet - more of her.
This was so exciting but I was thinking that there is something missing.
Something more. What is it? My gaze eventually fell upon a particular
pair of her high heels sitting on the hardwood floor beneath the umbrella
of her dresses. The navy blue shoes had several thin leather straps across
the top - almost like a sandal, and a small tapered opening where the toes
would be. The heel was open but there was a strap that went around the
back of the heel and then around the ankle. It had a dainty buckle. I
bent over and picked them up - handling them as if they were in some way
holy. I backed up a couple of steps and sat on the edge of her bed.
Lifting my leg up, I slipped my foot into her right shoe. It fit so snug
and perfect. I struggled with the tiny buckle behind my heel, and after
tightening it was finally able to fasten it. It was a tiny replica of my
own belt buckle but I was unaccustomed to the dainty size and the
awkwardness of it being on the side of my ankle. With much the same
difficulty I finally managed to get the left one fastened as well.
Afterwards I sat there looking at myself, taking into view the stockings,
the high heels, the panties, and feeling the powerful flood of new
sensations. I sat there for more than a few moments trying to figure all
of this out. No answers came. Finally I put my hands behind me, pushed
against the bed and managed to get myself to a standing position. I closed
the closet door and looked at myself in the full length mirror. I saw
nothing above the waist of the person in the glass. I ventured a few
unsteady steps and liked it immediately in the high heels. I felt like a
different person. Reaching the dresser, I tucked my thumbs into the
waistband and pulled the panties up more snugly on me. I felt faint. I
felt alive. I felt very excited. My nyloned thighs rubbed when I moved.
The panties rustled against me. And the shoes held my feet captive to
their magic. Time seemed to stop for me. I felt so disconnected that I
almost didn't hear the car.
Suddenly reality snapped back. I dashed clumsily to the livingroom, opened
the sheer curtain and to my horror saw mom's car slowly coming to a stop in
the driveway. Dropping the curtain I ran back into her bedroom. My head
was spinning. I felt panic in my throat and my heart felt like it would
explode. What would I do? Escape was out of the question. For want of
some better plan, I slipped into the closet and closed the door. All the
sounds were muffled in the darkness there, and the perfume of her personal
odours was heavy. Heady. I was amazed that I could be thinking these
thoughts just seconds away from being caught by my mother. I heard the
front door open and she called out "Hi Honey. I was caught in a downpour
and got soaked. I have to change and pick up the umbrella." I heard her
kick off her shoes and followed the sounds of her footsteps. "Jimmie.
Where are you Honey?" How could I answer her? Maybe if I kept silent she
would think I went out to play. I knew she was looking for me through the
house. She was just outside the bedroom when she called out my name again.
By this time, the full sense of my disaster was upon me and I was afraid
and ashamed. Tears welled up in my eyes and I began to quietly cry to
myself. I heard her hand on the closet door, imagined the door handle
turning and suddenly there she was, standing in the blinding light gazing
into her closet. I think it must have taken a few seconds for the scene to
register on her. Her eyes finally fell on me, partially hidden in the wall
of her dresses, and what seemed like minutes went by before she put her
hand to mouth and said "Oh Jimmie! I was worried..." Through the tears I
saw the frown slowly build on her face and she bent slightly towards me and
said "Honey, what are you doing in mommy's closet? And dressed in her
clothes?" I turned my face away in shame and let the tears flow. I felt so
vulnerable and humiliated as I stood there before her. But strangely, deep
deep down within my feelings, I sensed a certain pleasure in all of this.
This really confused me.
She reached out her hand, took mine and gently led me from the closet.
"Come on Honey. Mommy'll give you a kleenex." She sat me down at the foot
of the bed beside my clothes. It was only then that I noticed how wet she
was. Her hair was hanging in limp curls and her blouse was transparent
from the rain. She was drenched. "I have to get this wet blouse off
before I get a cold" she muttered almost to herself. She turned and faced
the dresser mirror, unbuttoned her white top and slipped out of it.
Tossing it to the side, she grabbed a couple of kleenex and turned to me.
She bent over to me and gently dabbed the still flowing tears from my eyes.
Feeling somewhat more assured, I timidly lifted my eyes up towards her
face, but my glance was halted by the sight of her white brassiere, and her
breasts. I could not hide my interest in this part of her. I knew that it
was wrong, and that I was already in trouble enough, but I just could not
tear my eyes from the sight of her breasts. This was one of those
brassieres that look like a bathing suit - no shoulder straps, and low cut.
I remember whispering to myself the words, "Holy jeez Mom..." I guess she
heard me, because she smiled slightly and asked "Is there something wrong
with Mommy's breasts Jimmie?" She held her position there like that, bent
over in front of me, still occasionally dabbing my eyes. I mean, they
looked so... so nice, suspended there before me.
She stood up and turned to the mirror again and said to me, "You know
Honey, I will have to punish you for this. You went into Mommy's things
without permission." Then, almost as an afterthought she said, "But that
can wait. This bra is soaked and I'm freezing." She reached around behind
her and fumbled with the bra fastener. I knew I was still in big trouble,
but I couldn't help being fascinated by her actions. She backed closer to
me and said "Jimmie, Mommy's having trouble with this wet bra. Can you
unhook the strap for me?" Almost trance-like, I reached up undid the hook
without any difficulty. I released right strap, but for some reason hung
on to the left one. The brassiere fell away from her breasts and I was
left holding it as it dangled by a single strap from my outstretched hand.
She turned to face me, and as she bent over and kissed me on the forehead,
she smiled and said "Thank you Honey". Oh God. There they were again,
this time hanging there totally uncovered. Oh they looked so full and
round and inviting. She held that pose there, bent over like that, gently
smiling. I was hypnotized by her breasts. "I guess you've never seen
Mommy's breasts before have you Honey?" I slowly shook my head from side to
side while still holding her breasts in my gaze. I suddenly felt hot all
over. My heart was beating like a jack-hammer, and my face felt flushed.
Too much was happening too fast.
"You know Honey, when you were a tiny baby, Mommy used to feed you her milk
through her breasts." And slowly taking the reddish-brown part of the tip
of her breast in her fingers, she looked at me and said "You used to suck
right here, and Mommy's milk would flow into your tiny hungry mouth. I
liked that feeling Honey. Feeding you I mean. You were always hungry and
you sucked me so greedily." At this she edged closer to me until her left
breast was almost up against my face, but still not touching me. I could
smell her now. And I could smell her breasts. It was a new smell to me.
Almost metallic, but soft. "Jimmie, are you sorry that you went into
Mommy's things without her permission?" I nodded. "Then here, kiss Mommy's
nipple to show her how sorry you are." And at this she leaned even closer
offering her breast to me. The word "nipple" was new to me, but I figured
it out O.K. Boy I felt embarrassed. I mean heck, I was 10 years old, and
look what she was asking me to do. Anyway, I leaned forward and put my
closed lips against her breast and made the kiss sound, then backed my head
away. "No Jimmie. That wasn't a kiss. Mommy wants you to open your lips,
wet them and then kiss her there. Now do that Honey or Mommy's gonna get
mad. You are still going to be punished and if you don't do as I say now,
the punishment will be worse for you." I wondered how you could kiss with
your lips open. Everybody knows it's hard to make the kiss sound with your
lips open. Jeez. Anyway, I opened my lips, licked them with what little
moisture was left in my mouth, and laid them against her breast. "Now stay
there Hon. Open your lips more and suck gently on Mommy's tiddy. That's
how Mommy wants you to kiss her nipple." "O.K. Mom" I silently said inside
my head. I opened my mouth wider - like I do when I suck those big
ten-cent lollipops - and I sucked on her breast. I felt c***dish doing
this, but for some reason I liked this closeness with Mom. I sucked
eagerly, and even took more of her breast into my mouth as I worked her
tiddy in and out of my mouth. She must have like this, because she moaned
"Ohhhh Jimmie..." and reached around and cupped the back of my head and
brought me closer to her chest. I wasn't sure what was happening here, but
it was pretty clear that she liked it, and I was beginning to like it too.
"Oh Sweetie that feels so good. Now be a good boy and do my other tiddy
for me." She moved slightly sideways and I turned my head to her right
breast - or tiddy. I liked that word. It sounded nice to me. I began to
suck on that one even more than the other, and she was beginning to breathe
more quickly, and moan under her breath. She reached down and took my
right hand in hers, and making a cup of my hand with hers, place it against
her left tiddy. It was so soft, but firm and hot. It was nice to touch.
"Squeeze Mommy's tiddy Honey. Squeeze it hard for Mommy. Don't worry.
You won't hurt me." This brought even heavier and faster breathing and she
pulled me harder into her chest - so hard that it was almost hard to
breathe. But I continued to suck and squeeze her until my mouth and hand
were getting sore. Sensing this, she patted me gently on the head and
moved away. I released her from my mouth but still held her cupped in my
right hand. "That was wonderful Honey. You made Mommy feel very nice.
What did you think of that?"
My head was swimming. I stood up, and only then remembered that I was
still wearing Mom's high heels, stockings and her white panties. She
backed away from me and said "Now let me have a look at you Jimmie. You
know Honey, you'd make a sweet little girl." At this she extended her right
hand, and laid her pointed index finger on my nose. She held it there,
shook her head from side to side and said "You know baby, you were
naughty." Then she began to trace a line with her finger, down from my nose
to my chin, my throat and then she stopped at my chest. She flicked my
reddish brown spots, my nipples I guess, with her red-painted fingernail.
It sort of tickled. I wiggled slightly. Then she began tracing this
imaginary line again, moving steadily downwards across my stomach.
Her finger stopped just above the elastic of the panties. She hooked her
finger into the waistband, pulled it slightly and lifted her eyes to mine.
She must have seen the discomfort and uncertainty in my face, but I really
think she was enjoying this. "Hmmm Jimmie. What have we here?" I looked
down and for the first time noticed the hardness of my penis. Mom let the
elastic go with a snap and it caused me to almost leap into the air in
surprise. She bent slightly, cupped my testicles in her palm and began to
rub me there. "Do you like what Mommy is doing Jimmie? Does it feel
nice?" It was really making me excited. Everything in me seemed to be
throbbing, and this soft beautiful feeling was washing over me, almost in
waves that seemed to start in my middle and move out from there. I looked
down and watched Mom rub me there, almost detached as if she were doing
this to someone else. I saw that my thing had grown much bigger and was
pressing against the inside of Mom's panties, almost making a tent. The
pleasure from her rubbing was changing, getting more intense. I didn't
know how much more of this I could take. Suddenly she stopped and withdrew
her hand from my penis. I sighed. It was almost pain to have the touches
stop. In a blur she turned and sat herself down on the edge of the bed.
The next thing I knew I was lying across her knees on my stomach. "I told
you there was punishment coming Jimmie." With that she began to slap me
very hard across the silken panel that hugged my bottom. It stung more
than anything I can remember. Again and again. Each time she hit me my
whole body convulsed and I was flooded with this hot stinging pain on my
bum. Strangely she was also moving her legs in some way that caused them
to rub against the front of me. Suddenly the whole world clouded over and
some kind of wonderful feeling carried me away. The feeling came from my
penis I think and it was intensely beautiful. My panting from her spanking
now mixed with this other thing, and I was for a few seconds conscious of
the pain from her slaps, and of the pleasure feeling. The centre of me
seemed to contract intensely, again and again. I tingled all over. There
was a ringing in my ears, and my legs and hips felt strangely almost
electrified. And then it started to weaken in intensity, and soon
disappeared. I noticed that the spanking had also stopped. I lay there
limp across my Mom's knees, still panting, and sweating, my heart beating
fiercely. "Up you get Son. Come on. Stand up." It was hard to get up
from this position, but I was finally able to raise myself, with her help.
I faltered as I stood, remembering the high heels. "Now turn to me Son.
Do you know why I spanked you?" "Because I went into your drawers Mom."
"Not quite Honey. More correctly, because you went into my drawers without
asking my permission. I think it's cute that you care so much for Mommy
that you want to touch and wear her things, but you must have my permission
before you do this again. Is that clear?" "Yes Mom."
She moved me back away from her with a gentle push. My crotch felt cold
and wet. I think I frowned and then looked down at my middle. "My my
Jimmie, look at the mess you have made in Mommy's panties. " I thought to
myself that I am really in for it now. She gently tugged the panties down
over my hips and helped me step out of them. I looked at my penis,
wondering about all of this. It was still kind of swollen, but not nearly
as big as before. And it had this white slippery stuff all over it. Mom
took my penis in between her fingers and pulled me towards where she was
sitting. "Do you know what has just happened her Hon?" I shook my head
from side to side. "Tonight we will talk some more about this. Maybe at
bedtime. In the meanwhile, put these on or you'll get a cold." With that
she released me, then handed me a clean pair of her panties from the still
open drawer. I took them, by now totally confused but not arguing. She
reached into her other drawer and took out one of her long slips. one with
shoulder straps. "Put this on too." I must have looked afraid because she
then smiled at me. It was such a picture, Mom sitting there on the bed,
with nothing on over her and her beautiful tiddies hanging out. Me
standing there in her high heels, stockings and panties, now being offered
her slip. Holy smokes. This was weird. But it was also great. "For now
Son, you have my permission to dress up. Now leave me for a moment while I
get some things on myself. I'm freezing." She leaned over and gave me a
soft moist kiss right square on my lips. Wow. She never kissed me like
After a few minutes Mom came out of the bedroom wearing some different
clothes. I was easy to find because of the clicking of her high heels on
the floor. Walking around the house had taken on a whole new perspective
for me, and I was happier than ever before. She came round the corner in
the kitchen, saw me there and stopped. She smiled and shook her head
slightly from side to side. "My my. You do look cute." She walked over
and untwisted the shoulder straps of the slip. She said she was going out
again to finish her errands, and that she would be back in time to make
supper. She bent and kissed me, and without warning put her arms around me
and pulled me close to her in a tight hug. I liked being held by her like
this. It was a different kind of hug than I was used to, and I was
especially conscious of the press of her tiddies against me. Then she let
me go, and with her finger placed a kiss on the tip of my nose. "See ya
later Hon." I remember the feeling of affection, admiration and attraction
I felt as I watched her walk to the front door. Boy, what a great Mom.
When she returned from her shopping, she found me asl**p on her bed, still
dressed in her things. She woke me with a kiss on the forehead, and said
"Hi sl**py." It seemed hard to shake of the drowsiness, and as I took
account of my circumstances, I suddenly realized that I was still dressed
up, even still wearing Mom's high heels. Then the whole afternoon came
back, but at that point it all seemed a little too dream-like to be real.
In the meanwhile, Mom brought back a steaming washcloth and wiped my face.
I was more awake and finally decided this wasn't a dream It was real. Mom
told me to get changed back into my jeans and things, and to leave her
stuff on the bed when I was finished changing. She left me alone for a few
moments in her bedroom. I didn't want to put her things away, but I had
the feeling there would be more chances to enjoy Mom's clothes in the
Supper was uneventful, and even though I was still a bit aglow from the
afternoon adventure, I didn't say any more about it. Neither did Mom. She
was just like always. After the dishes, we watched some TV together and
about 9:30 I got up from the sofa to go and have my bath. Mom put her hand
on my knee, patted me there and told me she would run my bath for me and
call me when it was ready. This was not part of the routine, but since
nothing that day had been routine I just sat there and waited. Minutes
later she called me and I grabbed my PJs and went into the bathroom. The
room was warm and steamy and smelled really nice. "I thought you might
like a special treat tonight, so I ran your bath with a bit of my special
bath lotion. Enjoy." With that she was gone. I shed my clothes and stuck
my toe into the bubbles that were so thick and foamy. The water was hot
and it took a few minutes to finally get into it, but once I did it felt
great. The hot water, and maybe the stuff Mom put into the bath made me
feel so relaxed that I became drowsy. I think I even dozed for a few
Mom's knock on the door jarred me back to my senses, and she asked if she
could come in. She opened the door and came in already dressed for bed and
smiling. "Hi lazy-bones. Looks like you enjoyed the special bath. I
brought you a surprise. Your Dad just phoned and said he has to work a
double-shift, so he won't be home tonight. I thought you might like to
snuggle up in Mom's bed tonight. What do you say?" "Gee, sure Mom." "Good,
and to make it a real special visit, here's a pair of my favorite baby-doll
pyjamas for you to wear if you want." She bent down and gathered up my PJs
and walked out, humming to herself. I almost felt like pinching myself to
see if this was all real. I stood up and couldn't help laughing at the
colour of my skin. I looked as red as a cooked lobster. I guess I wasn't
used to spending so much time in the tub.
The baby-dolls that Mom left me were a pale blue colour, and were so silky
and slippery that they slid off the vanity onto the floor. I picked them
up and looked more closely at them. The top was a really loose kind of
shirt with many small pleats al the way around - almost like the tops
pregnant women wear. It had short sleeves and a round neck, and was
trimmed in ther front with a bit of lace. The bottoms were like old
fashioned bloomers - really loose with an elastic waistband and even
elastic in the bottom of each leg. They almost would reach my knees. I
slipped the top on over my head. The silky coolness felt welcome to my hot
skin and it gave me goosebumps. It felt so nice. Not like my PJs at all.
And the bottoms felt even better. Especially the way the top hung over the
waist and the two layers rubbed and felt so smooth. I was beginning to
feel that glow that I had in Mom's bedroom in the afternoon. I was getting
Mom was waiting for me in the kitchen. She made a big fuss over the way I
looked and we had a cup of hot chocolate together. Mom said that we would
jump into bed shortly after cleaning up the kitchen and brushing our teeth.
I wondered what it would be like to sl**p with Mom. I don't think I felt
much like sl**ping.
Mom had the covers all pulled down neatly so the bed looked so inviting.
The small lamp on the bedside table made the room look very cosy and warm.
I crawled into bed on the side away from the door - that way the night
monsters would get Mom first. We laughed together at this joke. Then Mom
slipped in between the covers. She was also wearing baby-doll PJs, but
hers were more frilly and the material was thinner. I knew this because
you could almost see through it. She turned to me and smiled. "Well Hon,
are you ready for lights out?" And then she reached over and switched off
the lamp. We lay there for some minutes without speaking, and there was
almost an awkwardness about it. Like I was supposed to say something.
"Brrrr. It's chilly. Aren't you cold Jimmie?" I told her I was O.K. -
well, maybe just a bit chilly. "Move over closer to Mommy and we'll warm
each other." She rolled on her right side to face me and slipped in closer
to me so that we were almost pressed together. Her one arm was under her
pillow and she laid the other across my chest. She shivered again and
moved even closer, this time laying her left leg on top of mine so that I
was almost in a scissors made by her legs. "How's this? Warmer now?" she
asked. Oh I was definitely getting warmer alright. "Jimmie? You remember
what you did to Mommy today that was so nice? Remember when you kissed her
tiddies? Well, I have an idea. Let's play a pretend game. Let's pretend
that you are the baby and Mommy is going to feed you just like when you
were small. It would be nice for Mommy, and I think you might like it too.
What do you say Hon?" I said "Sure Mom", probably sounding a bit too
She rolled on to her back and told me to move her pyjamas top up in the
front. Leaning up on one elbow, I extended my hand across her chest
reaching for the edge of her top. I couldn't see where I was reaching and
accidentally brushed against her tiddy under the covers. She gave a
shudder through her whole body and exhaled sharply. "Oh Jimmie, do that
again. Rub Mommy's nipples there again." I moved my hand back to the same
spot and started to rub her gently through the material. Her nipples felt
pointed underneath the PJ top. And very warm. I tried to be gentle with
my touches, using only my fingertips. It was very nice for me. I liked
the touch of Mom through this silky material. And it made me feel
important to be able to please her with my rubbing. "Oh baby. Mommy
really likes this. You do this so well Jimmie darling. Do my other one
now Honey." Mom seemed to be really breathing kind of hard by now, and she
was squirming, moving her legs a lot - first bending her knees and then
straightening them, and opening and closing them. I almost thought for a
moment that something was wrong. "You alright Mom? I mean...." "Mommy's
just fine Jimmie. It's just that you are giving me so much pleasure. I
want you to suck Mommy's tiddies now. Can you do that for me?" "Uh huh
Mom. Sure Mom..." And with no hesitation I lifted the covers from her and
pulled them back, then moved the bottom of her PJ top up near her neck. In
the dim light that came from outside I could seem Mom's tiddies. They
almost looked like those melons she gives us in the summertime. I love
those melons. "Go ahead Honey. Suck Mommy now." I leaned over and took
her nipple into my open mouth. This time no instructions were needed. I
began to suck on her just like I thought a baby would - alternately sucking
and releasing. I wanted to get more of her tiddy into my mouth and so I
opened wider and sucked harder. "Oh God Jimmie. That's heavenly. Please
don't stop. Ohhh..." By now Mom was really breathing hard and she was
squirming all over. She was moving her head from side to side and moaning.
"Mom are you sure I'm not hurting you?" "I'm sure Honey. You're not
hurting Mommy at all." Then she did something very strange. She took my
right hand in hers and gently moved it down between her legs. Then she
started rubbing herself there with my hand. I was all set to ask her what
she was doing when she said "Honey, do this to Mommy just like I am doing
it with your hand. Rub Mommy here while you suck her tiddy." "O.K. Mom."
And so I opened my hand and started to rub her there between her legs in an
up-and-down movement of my hand. She was very hairy and wet there. I
wondered what this was. And I could feel the heat of her skin through the
cloth. She took my hand again and moved it down into the crack between her
legs. At the same time she opened her legs wider and slipped my hand
deeper into the wet crack. "Oh God. Oh Jesus Jimmie. That feels so good.
Suck Mommy hard. Rub me baby. Push you hand into Mommy there. That's
it. Harder. Now move it in and out. Oh Christ that's wonderful. Mommy's
very excited now Honey. Please. It's important that you don't stop until
I tell you. O.K. Darlin'?" I had never heard her say these things before,
or speak in this way, but I knew she wanted me to keep going. Then she
closed her eyes again and started to moan again. It was a whimper that
came from her throat, as if she was in pain, but I knew she wasn't in pain
so I tried to do it even harder for her. I loved Mom and wanted to please
her as good as I could. She pulled her hand away from herself and
awkwardly reached for me somehow. "Don't stop Jimmie. Mommy just needs to
touch you for a moment." Her hand slipped inside the waist of the baby-doll
bottoms and she took my penis and wrapped her fingers around it. Too many
things going on and I had failed to notice my hardness there. She started
to move her closed fingers up and down on my penis. It felt so good and it
made me want to stop what I was doing to Mom. "Jimmie. Quick, put your
hand inside my panties baby. Please. Hurry. Yes. That's it. Into
Mommy's crack. Push your fingers in. It's alright. It's O.K. Honey.
It's supposed to be wet. Push. Deeper. Oh! Yes! Yes! That's it. Oh
Jimmie. Oh! Oh! Come on Honey. Fuck Me with your fingers. Do it.
Yes! Yes! Push into Mommy. Ohhhhhh..." She was moving her hips up and
down real fast. I couldn't suck any more and had to take my lips away. I
think she noticed. She was still moving her hand on my penis and I was
to feel that glow that I had felt in the afternoon. I was getting dizzy
again. My middle felt so nice. My penis felt so nice. Mom reached her
left hand down and pushed my fingers further into her than I could dare.
Suddenly her whole body shook. Once. Twice. A third and fourth time.
Each contraction f***ed a small muffled scream from her. And suddenly my
world closed in around me and that magic feeling carried me away for the
second time today. I was floating in the air. Wave after wave of pleasure
swept out from my crotch. I couldn't help myself and fell onto Mom's
chest, lost to my own pleasure. "Oh Mommmm... I feel so good inside me
Mom..." I was by now pushing myself into her hand with my own thrusts.
Wet. It's wet down there. Feels so nice. And then I just sort of
collapsed like a limp noodle. I had no strength left. I felt weak, faint
and very satisfied. I moved closer to Mom and held myself tight against
her with my legs and arms. I just had this urge to be as close as I could
be with her. I wondered if heaven was like this.