Reading Mom's Signals
It was Spring Break Week...I helped move some farm equipment to the other place and was home with Mom for a while. At school I had been wondering how I could tell when Mom was ready to "play" as we had begun to do a few months after that special morning in the vineyard. I was not wanting to be the aggressor, but just wondering if I could predict when she might be in the mood, so to speak. We had become intimate a few times since, sporadically. It was after lunch time when I got to the house and she had a late plate for me....a few left overs fit the bill and then I watched her scurry around the kitchen, as she was finishing some baking. And watch I did! She bent over to take some bread out of the oven with her back towards me...oh gosh! No panties, the thin fabric of her old worn-out dress filed her butt cleavage quite nicely! My mind raced back to the view through the keyhole while she bathed and later on that fateful vineyard day, when we showered in Dad's rudimentary shower behind the garage....I got to soap and wash those substantial butt cheeks and hips!
She walked by me with the bread and bought me back to reality with this, "Son, we need to talk."
I wondered if our fun was over before it really got going, I answered, "I guess so, Mom."
Mom moved a chair next to me, but facing the opposite direction, she sat, smiled at me and unbuttoned 3 top buttons of the old dress and leaned forward slightly asking, "Is this what you want to see and touch? It's been a while," she chuckled. Looking me in the eyes, she asked, "Do you think of me while you are in school, now that ...you know...we fool around like we aren't supposed to? Is it taking away from your school work?"
"No," I answered, it's late in my last semester so things are pretty easy...yes, I think of you , what we've done, what you are doing during the day and yes, well, maybe too, what will happen next time."
"Oh, so you look forward too, I guess I do too. So, you wonder what I am doing at home...I guess I should be glad you do," she commented, "tell me."
"Well, like last Tuesday, I went back in my bedroom to get a homework paper off my desk and you, while I was eating breakfast, had put your stuff on my bed you needed to get ready for your ladies' meeting later. I sat in Study Hall thinking you were in my room, taking off your robe, flung it aside, picked up your bra, flung it around so you could fasten the hooks, turned it around, put your arms thru the straps, and leaned forward to place your beautiful breast into the cups, you then placed your hands on them and jiggled them into place....and it made me wonder if you nipples responded by getting stiff. Do your nipples get stiff when you are home alone, Mom?"
"Oh yes, in fact they are tingling right now, you better feel them," she replied.
I slipped my left hand into her unbuttoned dress and sure enough her nipples were hard, made me think it was a compliment to my presence. Until a few months ago I fancied large breasts, but then the opportunity arose to see and touch hers and I discovered 34B's were just fine...so soft, yet the enticing firm nipples! "Mom, I sure like it when your buttons are undone," I noted.
"Oh, yes, like the morning in the vineyard turning raisin trays, huh? What else did you think about me doing at home while you were in class?" she continued.
"I though, after the bra had to be the garter belt that was on my bed....I could envision you flinging it around your waist and hooking it and turning it around and adjusting it to you waist beyond your nice, wide hips, then sitting down on MY bed and rolling the first stocking onto your thumbs and stretched it over your foot and ankle and up your slender leg, pulling tightly as to have no wrinkles, a you have mentioned previously. Then raising your leg and pulling the hose over your knee and on to your beautiful, big soft thighs! Satisfied it is tight enough and covers 2/3's of your thigh, you carefully fold over the top and attach the tightly adjusted snap and elastic strap...you repeat the process with the other leg, giving the same attention....finally you stand and attach the back garters....so fun to observe you do. You turn toward the bed, exposing that wonderful patch of pubic hair, now framed by the garters, you reach for your panty and carefully step into them and pull them up carefully over your legs and hips, covering also your beautiful, full, soft buttocks! You mentioned you put them on over the garter belt to make it easier if you need to "go" when dressed up.
"My goodness son, you have really paid close attention to my dressing actions over the years, haven't you?" she expressed.
I answered, "You've provided a very good show watching your body all these years! With that comment, I moved my left hand under her dress intending to feel her magic, soft thighs."
"Well, sometimes I made it easy for you...your are my second boy I've raised, but your brother is so much older, and I was more careful than with you...what more did you think of when I was getting ready," she inquired but added, "Today you will keep your hands above my waist, moving my arm out from her dress."
" I would guess you slipped on those medium heels you had placed on the floor...from the back those shoes give your slender calves more shape by clenching the muscles in the back of your legs...I'll be you never knew how nice that makes you look with no dress or slip...I really like the shape you show and you are a little taller...gosh Mom, legs, hips, behind, you look great...then you pick up the slip and you let it slither over your head until it nicely covers your assets...I wish too your dresses were a little shorter, like the slip...you probably adjust it a little with you thumbs and forefingers and then the show is over as you walk into our common closet to put on a dress, or maybe a blouse and skirt, " I said
She thanks me for the compliment and adds, "If I wore a skirt that day, I would have worn a girdle also, but that's too much trouble, just for a couple hours," she informs, "do you also imagine me coming home and changing too?
I chuckle and say, " I guess I could imagine you changing too, but I re-live that day you picked me up a school a few weeks ago and let me undress you...that and the aftermath are so special to me...so lucky to have a Mom that has decided to let me, or let's say show me what a man and woman do in bed," I admitted.
Mom scooted closer to me and whispered, "I've been kind of planning something of the sort for some time....you have been something very special to me and I want to reward you and show you things you need to know in the future...I realized long ago you were interested, but shy when it concerns girls...I noticed when you looked around corners or partially closed doors when I was dressing or changing." She then held my face in her hands and kissed me quite lovingly.
I though I'd better smooth things over a little..."Mom....I, I ..I'm sorry I was too inquisitive, but man, I just wanted to see more....just the legs got to be me wanting more, and to touch too!"
She responded, "Oh, don't feel that way, be glad.....the two of us are realizing the mutual benefits of your curiosity and my wanting to, well, show you a few things."
We were still seat side by side, facing each other...My hands reached for her soft upper arms and I drew her closer and we kissed some more, when she ordered me to stand up beside her...almost instantly my belt was undone, button loosened, and zipper lowered....she turned a bit, and lowered my briefs, causing my erection to spring free! In a moment of sheer amazement, her hand wrapped around it and lowered it to her lip's level! Her face moved closer, she opened her mouth and her tongue emerged for it to moisten my knob. Her mouth moved over it, and I could already see her cheeks move like she was sucking....Mom's right hand wrapped a thumb and 2 fingers around the shaft and began to massage its length. This all happened so quickly, it seemed as time sped up and I fell behind what was taking place. She was so intent on her actions; she didn't look up to meet my eyes....my swollen manhood even stretched its skin even more as I became more aroused watching the situation, I thought would never take place! I can barely describe the profound feelings running thru my mind and body due to her actions, it felt so new and good, her lips and fingers working my hard member! I had to remember; I was a neophyte and she was a veteran at this...she seemed so pleased at what she was doing, not even looking up to gauge my reaction...finally she opened her eyes and gazed up to look at me in a pleasing manner, and quickly returned to her task at hand & mouth. I could discern her lips' action on my knob from the feeling her tongue gave the same as it flitted from side to side and top to bottom of my dick! I tried to compare what she was feeling to what I felt while exploring her nipples so firm and areolas somewhat coarse in sensation....alas, even now her titties were even out of reach of my long arms so I gently held her head as it moved over and over again in time with her action.
Now, she let her free left hand fondle my nut sack...another first for the day! So much different that years past when it was a pat on the head or hand, a shoulder rub...I'm quickly finding out Mom had some tricks up her sleeve. I began to feel deep down inside that an eruption was starting...I quickly wondered will Mom let it spray all over, surely not as she was an excellent, no mess housekeeper...would she swallow my ejaculation?...maybe so! It started to squirt...she sealed here lips around my dick and I saw her begin swallowing motions in her neck area..."Are you OK, Mom," I quickly asked....She shook her head affirmative and continued to take my stuff...I felt it, but couldn't see it, she was quite efficient! I was shocked by how quickly she disposed of my jizz down her throat... seconds passed and my erection started to wilt...Mom's mouth opened to let her tongue quickly keep any dribbles from spilling, satisfied I was finished, she stood up, produced a cloth and wiped my drooping manhood dry, quickly pulled up my briefs, and jeans, zipped and buckled me up like nothing happened! Next she drew my mouth down to meet hers by placing a hand on my neck, then offered herself for an open-mouth kiss, I obliged, noticing some residual cum still on her tongue and also detected the scent of my load on her breath, very exciting!...our lips locked, and our tongues swapped spaces with me tasting a bit of ME that I had deposited in HER! Another afternoon first. Little did I realize about an hour earlier I was to learn the machinations and pleasure of Fellatio...I use the proper term as it was administered by the most proper of women, my Mother...she was deliberate and exact in her actions...a true erotic moment!
As quickly as she put me back together, she buttoned her dress and said, "I have chores to do and you had better get that tractor and implement to your father at the other farm!"
"Sure Mom," I'm on it. With that I headed to the back steps to put on my work shoes.
"Oh, just a moment, Son," she said from the living room doorway to the kitchen, "Maybe sometime soon, it will be YOUR face between MY legs.....!"
"Really?" I asked
"We shall soon see," she answered.
I walked to the barn, on a cloud of euphoria, climbed on the waiting tractor and drove out the driveway, Mom was at the kitchen window with a hearty wave for me. I looked back at our small, simple farmhouse on the rise, surrounded by vineyard, nestled in shade trees...but to me it was a now towering edifice of sexual discovery, practice and pleasure...the instructor may not be considered by some as appropriate, but to me seemed so logical....a kind, nurturing, loving and yes, somewhat needy mother....my Mother!
She walked by me with the bread and bought me back to reality with this, "Son, we need to talk."
I wondered if our fun was over before it really got going, I answered, "I guess so, Mom."
Mom moved a chair next to me, but facing the opposite direction, she sat, smiled at me and unbuttoned 3 top buttons of the old dress and leaned forward slightly asking, "Is this what you want to see and touch? It's been a while," she chuckled. Looking me in the eyes, she asked, "Do you think of me while you are in school, now that ...you know...we fool around like we aren't supposed to? Is it taking away from your school work?"
"No," I answered, it's late in my last semester so things are pretty easy...yes, I think of you , what we've done, what you are doing during the day and yes, well, maybe too, what will happen next time."
"Oh, so you look forward too, I guess I do too. So, you wonder what I am doing at home...I guess I should be glad you do," she commented, "tell me."
"Well, like last Tuesday, I went back in my bedroom to get a homework paper off my desk and you, while I was eating breakfast, had put your stuff on my bed you needed to get ready for your ladies' meeting later. I sat in Study Hall thinking you were in my room, taking off your robe, flung it aside, picked up your bra, flung it around so you could fasten the hooks, turned it around, put your arms thru the straps, and leaned forward to place your beautiful breast into the cups, you then placed your hands on them and jiggled them into place....and it made me wonder if you nipples responded by getting stiff. Do your nipples get stiff when you are home alone, Mom?"
"Oh yes, in fact they are tingling right now, you better feel them," she replied.
I slipped my left hand into her unbuttoned dress and sure enough her nipples were hard, made me think it was a compliment to my presence. Until a few months ago I fancied large breasts, but then the opportunity arose to see and touch hers and I discovered 34B's were just fine...so soft, yet the enticing firm nipples! "Mom, I sure like it when your buttons are undone," I noted.
"Oh, yes, like the morning in the vineyard turning raisin trays, huh? What else did you think about me doing at home while you were in class?" she continued.
"I though, after the bra had to be the garter belt that was on my bed....I could envision you flinging it around your waist and hooking it and turning it around and adjusting it to you waist beyond your nice, wide hips, then sitting down on MY bed and rolling the first stocking onto your thumbs and stretched it over your foot and ankle and up your slender leg, pulling tightly as to have no wrinkles, a you have mentioned previously. Then raising your leg and pulling the hose over your knee and on to your beautiful, big soft thighs! Satisfied it is tight enough and covers 2/3's of your thigh, you carefully fold over the top and attach the tightly adjusted snap and elastic strap...you repeat the process with the other leg, giving the same attention....finally you stand and attach the back garters....so fun to observe you do. You turn toward the bed, exposing that wonderful patch of pubic hair, now framed by the garters, you reach for your panty and carefully step into them and pull them up carefully over your legs and hips, covering also your beautiful, full, soft buttocks! You mentioned you put them on over the garter belt to make it easier if you need to "go" when dressed up.
"My goodness son, you have really paid close attention to my dressing actions over the years, haven't you?" she expressed.
I answered, "You've provided a very good show watching your body all these years! With that comment, I moved my left hand under her dress intending to feel her magic, soft thighs."
"Well, sometimes I made it easy for you...your are my second boy I've raised, but your brother is so much older, and I was more careful than with you...what more did you think of when I was getting ready," she inquired but added, "Today you will keep your hands above my waist, moving my arm out from her dress."
" I would guess you slipped on those medium heels you had placed on the floor...from the back those shoes give your slender calves more shape by clenching the muscles in the back of your legs...I'll be you never knew how nice that makes you look with no dress or slip...I really like the shape you show and you are a little taller...gosh Mom, legs, hips, behind, you look great...then you pick up the slip and you let it slither over your head until it nicely covers your assets...I wish too your dresses were a little shorter, like the slip...you probably adjust it a little with you thumbs and forefingers and then the show is over as you walk into our common closet to put on a dress, or maybe a blouse and skirt, " I said
She thanks me for the compliment and adds, "If I wore a skirt that day, I would have worn a girdle also, but that's too much trouble, just for a couple hours," she informs, "do you also imagine me coming home and changing too?
I chuckle and say, " I guess I could imagine you changing too, but I re-live that day you picked me up a school a few weeks ago and let me undress you...that and the aftermath are so special to me...so lucky to have a Mom that has decided to let me, or let's say show me what a man and woman do in bed," I admitted.
Mom scooted closer to me and whispered, "I've been kind of planning something of the sort for some time....you have been something very special to me and I want to reward you and show you things you need to know in the future...I realized long ago you were interested, but shy when it concerns girls...I noticed when you looked around corners or partially closed doors when I was dressing or changing." She then held my face in her hands and kissed me quite lovingly.
I though I'd better smooth things over a little..."Mom....I, I ..I'm sorry I was too inquisitive, but man, I just wanted to see more....just the legs got to be me wanting more, and to touch too!"
She responded, "Oh, don't feel that way, be glad.....the two of us are realizing the mutual benefits of your curiosity and my wanting to, well, show you a few things."
We were still seat side by side, facing each other...My hands reached for her soft upper arms and I drew her closer and we kissed some more, when she ordered me to stand up beside her...almost instantly my belt was undone, button loosened, and zipper lowered....she turned a bit, and lowered my briefs, causing my erection to spring free! In a moment of sheer amazement, her hand wrapped around it and lowered it to her lip's level! Her face moved closer, she opened her mouth and her tongue emerged for it to moisten my knob. Her mouth moved over it, and I could already see her cheeks move like she was sucking....Mom's right hand wrapped a thumb and 2 fingers around the shaft and began to massage its length. This all happened so quickly, it seemed as time sped up and I fell behind what was taking place. She was so intent on her actions; she didn't look up to meet my eyes....my swollen manhood even stretched its skin even more as I became more aroused watching the situation, I thought would never take place! I can barely describe the profound feelings running thru my mind and body due to her actions, it felt so new and good, her lips and fingers working my hard member! I had to remember; I was a neophyte and she was a veteran at this...she seemed so pleased at what she was doing, not even looking up to gauge my reaction...finally she opened her eyes and gazed up to look at me in a pleasing manner, and quickly returned to her task at hand & mouth. I could discern her lips' action on my knob from the feeling her tongue gave the same as it flitted from side to side and top to bottom of my dick! I tried to compare what she was feeling to what I felt while exploring her nipples so firm and areolas somewhat coarse in sensation....alas, even now her titties were even out of reach of my long arms so I gently held her head as it moved over and over again in time with her action.
Now, she let her free left hand fondle my nut sack...another first for the day! So much different that years past when it was a pat on the head or hand, a shoulder rub...I'm quickly finding out Mom had some tricks up her sleeve. I began to feel deep down inside that an eruption was starting...I quickly wondered will Mom let it spray all over, surely not as she was an excellent, no mess housekeeper...would she swallow my ejaculation?...maybe so! It started to squirt...she sealed here lips around my dick and I saw her begin swallowing motions in her neck area..."Are you OK, Mom," I quickly asked....She shook her head affirmative and continued to take my stuff...I felt it, but couldn't see it, she was quite efficient! I was shocked by how quickly she disposed of my jizz down her throat... seconds passed and my erection started to wilt...Mom's mouth opened to let her tongue quickly keep any dribbles from spilling, satisfied I was finished, she stood up, produced a cloth and wiped my drooping manhood dry, quickly pulled up my briefs, and jeans, zipped and buckled me up like nothing happened! Next she drew my mouth down to meet hers by placing a hand on my neck, then offered herself for an open-mouth kiss, I obliged, noticing some residual cum still on her tongue and also detected the scent of my load on her breath, very exciting!...our lips locked, and our tongues swapped spaces with me tasting a bit of ME that I had deposited in HER! Another afternoon first. Little did I realize about an hour earlier I was to learn the machinations and pleasure of Fellatio...I use the proper term as it was administered by the most proper of women, my Mother...she was deliberate and exact in her actions...a true erotic moment!
As quickly as she put me back together, she buttoned her dress and said, "I have chores to do and you had better get that tractor and implement to your father at the other farm!"
"Sure Mom," I'm on it. With that I headed to the back steps to put on my work shoes.
"Oh, just a moment, Son," she said from the living room doorway to the kitchen, "Maybe sometime soon, it will be YOUR face between MY legs.....!"
"Really?" I asked
"We shall soon see," she answered.
I walked to the barn, on a cloud of euphoria, climbed on the waiting tractor and drove out the driveway, Mom was at the kitchen window with a hearty wave for me. I looked back at our small, simple farmhouse on the rise, surrounded by vineyard, nestled in shade trees...but to me it was a now towering edifice of sexual discovery, practice and pleasure...the instructor may not be considered by some as appropriate, but to me seemed so logical....a kind, nurturing, loving and yes, somewhat needy mother....my Mother!
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