General note: this is the story of my first experience of my finally feeling my mom's soft belly, plus a bit more. If you like this, feel free to send me a message.
The story is below:
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"Make sure you have all the dishes finished you silly rabbit. Tricks are for kids" my mom says and laughs before hanging up the phone, leaving me alone to do the dishes. She is apparently just now leaving the gym. As I wash the dishes, I think about her belly and how soft it would feel to the touch.
My mom is 45 years old and, besides just a few wrinkles on her face and signs of "baggy eyes," she does not look any older than twenty. She looks about my age, which is 25. I live with her and basically pay half of her rent and utilities, so we can stay close together and both save money. My mom is also short, at just under five feet tall. Her belly is what I would say "not too fat but not too skinny." Her hips have the right width in proportion to her waist to make her butt look perfect. She has blonde hair and green eyes.
When she goes to the gym, she usually comes home very sweaty and wearing a tight silk shirt (those are her favorite) that barely goes an inch below her pant line (which means any slight movement causes her belly to start showing), as well as extremely low waist yoga pants. Every time I see her dressed like this, I go to my room and masturbate to the thought of having my way with her belly. I have a huge belly fetish. Something about girls bellies turns me on, and it turns out that my own mom has the sexiest belly in the world. I have seen her belly a lot, and she has even shown me it, but I have never mustered the courage to touch it. I am too scared to "mess up," so to speak, and ruin my relationship with her, or make her weirded out. I'm going to finally make my move today.
My mom walks in the door right as I finish washing the last plate, interrupting my thoughts. She grins at me and walks towards me, standing right by me, facing my side.
"That's what I thought!" she says and grins and places one hand on my back and one hand on my belly. She pats my belly repeatedly as her and I talk, completely throwing me off guard. I did not expect her to put her hand on my belly, and I can maybe use this as my chance to put my hand on her belly. She pats my belly for at least a hundred times, all over it, and this feels really good. I look at her and smile as she pats my belly, I look down on her and see that an inch of her belly is showing, and I look down at her butt, which is absolutely gorgeous. After a few minutes of having my belly patted, I wrap my arms around mom and hug her, holding her on her lower back, right above her butt. I do this a lot but it is the closest I have ever come to touching her butt.
"I love you so much mom." I say softly and kiss the top of her head as she leans it into my chest and holds me tight. For several minutes, I pat her lower back, even right on the tip of her yoga pants. She doesn't seem to mind my hands being so close to her butt.
"So what should we have for dinner? I am starving, and I know that tummy of yours is too!" she says as she finally breaks the hug and gently tickles my belly, making me laugh.
"How about pizza?" I suggest, still smiling from the embrace I had with my mom.
"That sounds good to me honey!" she says. "How hungry is that belly?" she says and tickles it again. I laugh but do not stop the tickling, because her touching my belly feels really good and loved. She has touched my belly a lot, so she must not mind if I finally touch hers.
I lift my shirt up and show her my belly and say "it looks this hungry. Let me see how hungry your belly looks mom!" while laughing. I really hope she shows me her belly, because then that will give me an excuse to touch her belly.
"You want to see what a real hungry belly looks like?" mom asks and giggles. "Because my belly is very hungry" she says as she lifts her black silk shirt up all the way. Her entire belly is showing right in front of me, and it is so sexy. This is my chance to act.
I place my right hand flat on her belly, covering her belly button. I just rest my hand on her belly, just feeling her breathing on it and its softness. My heart beat starts pacing faster. I just look at her belly and my mom looks up at me, smiling.
"Yes son, this is my belly. It's hungry." she says. I start to squeeze her belly.
"I'm not gonna lie, it felt good when you patted my belly mom." I say as I start patting her bare belly. Her belly is so soft, and sweaty from her gym workout. I just look at her belly as I pat it and it jiggles just a little bit. I start to feel myself getting hard a bit and pray mom does not notice it.
"Awwwww if you like having your belly rubbed you should ask me to honey." she says and looks up at me with a wide smile.
"I thought you might think I am... weird or something. I didn't want you to think that..." I say and stutter as mom interrupts me.
"Shhhh... I'm gonna order pizza and I give you permission to have your way with my belly. I love you so much." mom says and faces away from me.
"I love you mom." I say and smile as she calls Domino's. She walks back into my arms and I hug her from behind. As she talks on the phone, I have my way with her belly. I take my right hand and drag it across the lower part of her tummy, right along the pant line, and press it in in circular patterns. With my left hand, I pat and squeeze the rest of her belly. I kiss her on the top of her head as she talks on the phone. As I do this, my heart rate goes even faster and my breathing starts going faster. At this point, I am scared to get too hard and for it to get noticed by mom.
After the phone call, mom hangs up and puts the phone on the counter, all while I am hugging her from behind and rubbing her belly from behind. She leans back closer against me, pushing her butt against my crotch.
"Somebody is getting hard..." teases mom as she looks back at me, completely embarrassing me. My hard penis is pressing up against my moms butt crack as I hold her belly. I am so embarrassed I do not know what to do. "Aww its okay honey. I get it, it happens. You all get hard, and we get wet." she says and shakes her butt playfully against my dick.
"So you are saying you are wet?" I ask her teasingly and kiss her chin.
"Maybe..." she says and blushes. "Don't worry about getting hard and I won't worry about getting wet, okay?" she says.
"Okay mom." I reply.
"Now shut up and make my hungry tummy feel better." mom says. She leans slightly against the counter as I hug her from behind. I hold her as close to me as possible and, since she is leaning forward a bit, my hard dick is pressing hard right against the butt crack part of her yoga pants. She slightly wiggles her butt side to side as I use both of my hands to simultaneously squeeze both aides of her bare belly. Because she is leaning forward, her belly is compressed together, making it even softer. Right now, I am so hard and happy. I love my mom so much. This is turning me on so much I feel a lot of pre cum on my underwear.
"Take my shirt off for me son." she says after twenty minutes of this, and lifts her arms straight in the air. I pull her shirt off and stare at her bare belly, bare back, and the part of her chest that is not covered by her bra. She is only size B but her breast size matches her body size.
"You are so beautiful mom, like oh my gosh." I say and smile at her. "I love you so much mom." I add. She smiles and faces towards me. She holds my back with both hands, I lean down, and she kisses every part of my face, and yes that includes my lips. Once she gets to my lips, instead of just feeling the sensations and smiling, I gently kiss back.