If you're looking hot and heavy sex, then this is not the story for you.
It's a slow moving and gentle story.
It's an easy and light read.
Enjoy and feel free to leave a comment.
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The next morning I got up and dressed before going downstairs. Mom and Aunt Sophie were sitting in the kitchen drinking coffee.
"Good morning sweetheart," said mom. "Did you sleep OK?"
"Yes I did thanks. Morning Aunt Sophie."
"Morning Larry."
I poured out some milk and cereal and joined them at the table.
"I've things to do today that I can't really put off sis. So, if you don't mind I'll head off after I finish my coffee. Thanks again for the bed and breakfast. If you need me to fill in next session, let me know."
Finishing her coffee she got up and went upstairs to collect her stuff. On her return to the kitchen she hugged mom and kissed her cheek. Then she gave me quite a tight hug and whispered a thanks into my ear for her orgasms last evening, before heading off home. Orgasms. Plural!! She had cum over me. I grinned widely and hoped mom didn't notice.
I spent the rest of Saturday in my room finishing off school projects and apart from mom bringing lunch up to me, we never spoke or saw each other. There seemed to be an elephant in the room.
Around 7pm mom called up that dinner was ready. We sat down and chatted about everything but the last session. Something was definitely wrong but I didn't know what. Was mom annoyed about what happened at the session? Was she jealous in some way that it wasn't her I posed with? Did Aunt Sophie tell her about my wanking? Did she tell her about the blow-job to get me stiff? Did she mention about me cumming over her tummy? Did she mention that she'd cum over my cock? Lots of questions but, no answers.
After dinner I washed, dried and stacked the dishes before going back to my room to finish off my work. By midnight my eyes could no longer focus so I crawled into bed and slept.
The next morning mom wakened me by knocking on my door.
"May I come in?" she asked.
"Of course," I replied.
She came in dressed as she usually was and sat on the edge of my bed. Her gown was open revealing her trimmed thatch and as she sat down the gown slipped exposing her right breast. It made me smile as I realized that maybe things between us hadn't changed.
"Morning sleepy head."
"Morning mom."
"Is everything ok sweetie?" she asked.
"I think so mom. Why?"
"Yesterday was very strange and I thought I'd done something to annoy you."
"Not at all mom. In fact, I thought I'd annoyed you."
"You didn't."
Then a great big smile broke across her face. She leaned over me and gave me a great big, tight hug. Her by now stiff nipples digging into me. My cock twitched beneath the duvet.
"Things were going to be ok," I thought.
"If you can spare time from your work, how would you like to go for a walk later?"
"I'd very much like that. I should have my work finished in about an hour. Is that ok?"
"Sounds fine and we can have lunch when we get back."
Getting up, she left my room, leaving the door open. I got up, had my shower and went down for breakfast. Mom was still in her gown sitting having her breakfast while she read the paper. Her gown was still gaping and her breasts were on show. It still seemed like a dream that in so short a time we had become very comfortable with our own nudity.
"I'll go and get ready for our walk," mom said as she stood and went upstairs.
I finished my breakfast, rinsed the bowl and went to my room to complete my course work.
I could hear mom's shower going and then her humming as she dried and dressed herself. She seemed to be in a very happy mood. It lifted my spirits and drove away the darkness of doubt that somehow our new relationship had stalled.
"I'll be downstairs when you're ready sweetie," mom announced as she walked by my door. "There's no rush, so take your time with your work."
It took another half hour for me to finish and when I went down mom was reading the paper again. When she heard me enter the room she lowered the paper revealing her baggy blue top and her A-line skirt.
"Ready?" she asked.
"Yep," I replied.
"OK let's go," she said as she hopped off the seat and walked to the door.
I could tell from the bounce that she was bra-less and wondered if she was going to be doing lots of bending over.
We took our usual route to the park and followed our usual path up to the lake. We walked in a comfortable silence. It was hard to tell that mom wasn't wearing a bra. The top wasn't tight fitting. On occasions I stepped behind her to let people walking the other way pass by. The skirt showed off her shapely calves and the swing of her hips made the skirt swish from side to side. A lovely view. As we reached the lake there was plenty of room so there was no need to step back to let people pass.
"Were you checking out my ass?" she asked with a wink.
"No," I lied.
She just smiled a knowing smile.
"We haven't really talked about last Friday," she eventually said.
My stomach tightened as she said this. Was she annoyed that she missed out? Was she annoyed that it went too far? What had Aunt Sophie said? Those thoughts raced around my head again.
"No we haven't," I replied. I frantically thought how I could take control and steer her along a different discussion. "Were the drawings that you saw what you expected?" I continued.
"As I said, I could only see two of them and I really don't know what I expected."
"Were you impressed?"
"Yes, yes I was. The pencil sketch with all its detail was amazing. That lady has a keen eye for detail."
"What did Jenn do during the session?" I asked still trying to steer things away from my orgasms with Sophie.
"She just quietly wandered between them all, asking some questions about what they were doing and why. She very tactfully pointed out mistakes and advised others about what they could do to improve their drawing. I was all very interesting."
"You didn't get to see my 'admirers' then?"
"No I didn't. But I did notice blondie's boob was out again," she said with a smile. "She certainly has very long nipples."
I never spoke.
"Don't you think she has?" mom asked.
"I suppose she has, but I've nothing really to compare them with," I said innocently.
"Well you've seen mine, Sophie's and Jenn's."
"Don't think that many makes me an expert," I laughed.
"I'm sure you've seen plenty online," she retorted.
Another blush for the Guinness Book of Records.
"OK," I admitted. "They are pretty long."