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Mom loves my breasts
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My lovely, darlingest mom woke me with a cup of coffee. I was in bed with just my pajama bottoms on. She perched on the edge beside me while I sat up to drink the coffee and she told me I had lovely breasts as if it were the first time she had seen them. I liked her seeing me and hearing her compliments. She teased me, wanting to know if I let my boyfriend Tom play with them whenever he wanted. When I finished the coffee, I lay back on the pillow with my breasts still on full view. Mom reached out and began to trace the aureola round my right nipple with the tip of her finger. So soft and lovely, darling, she said. I giggled and said stop it mom but she went on and took my whole breast in her hand. I didn't know you liked to sleep topless, she said. Isn't that a bit dirty ? What would your dad say if he knew he had a dirty daughter like that ? She was licking my nipples now, first the one and then the other, her tongue teasing them this way and that. I couldn't deny I liked it because they were hard and I was feeling the telltale wetness between my legs. She leaned forward and kissed my mouth and I could feel that she was unbuttoning her blouse. Her kissing excited me and I returned it. She pulled away slightly so that she could get the blouse off. I hadn't seen her bare breasts for years. Mine are small and firm because I'm young. Hers are larger and quite saggy after nursing three babies including me. She took my hand and pressed it to her right breast. Caress me, she said. In a moment we were kissing and fondling each other freely. I sensed that her hands were ready to roam more widely and that I would not resist when we heard dad's car pulling up outside. Mom laughed and said oops, we'll have to put this off till a bit later. I didn't want her to go before touching me. Wait, I whispered. I reached for her hand and thrust it under the sheets into my wetness. She pushed two fingers inside me as I clung to her mouth and then we heard dad downstairs calling for her. We have to stop darling, she whispered, but only for now. At the door, she turned, sniffed her fingers and licked them. Another smile and she was gone. I shut my eyes and lay back, knowing that I would soon taste her too and imagining how delicious her private scents would be on my lips and tongue.
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Posted on : Feb 23, 2016
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