Chapter 3 -- Coming Together
Summary of Chapter 2: Michael and his mother reconcile after the previous day's violent and emotional display of anger. Michael's mom explains the reasons for her emotional reaction to Michael's voyeurism. Through their tender sharing of their feelings and emotions, Michael and his mother embark on a new type of relationship.
As I rested my face on my mother's warm, soft breasts, I felt as if my whole body was bathed in a deep and rich coating of profound love and desire. Mother calmly and quietly stroked my hair as I covered her neck and her exposed cleavage with passionate kisses. My tongue darted between her extraordinarily soft tits and licked her salty, fragrant, and delicious flesh. I raised myself on my knees and found her eager lips, our tongues locking, swirling, and darting in and out of each other's mouths.
The sensation of finally possessing the woman I had longed for, masturbated for, dreamed of countless nights, and desired since I was a young boy was intoxicating. As we kissed, my nervous fingers unbuttoned her blouse, pulled the tails out of her skirt, and slide the delicate fabric off of her soft white shoulders. Once again I buried my face into her soft, spongy tits, kissing, sucking and licking any exposed pink skin I could reach. I squeezed each pointy bra cup so that more of her delicious titties spilled over the casing of her stiff, white brassiere. Mother moaned softly. I could feel her warm breath on my face as I made love to her pale-skinned old breasts.
Reaching in, I pulled first one tit then the other from its D-cup prison. Jiggling and swaying, they settled down over the soft flesh-roll of her tummy, only inches away from resting in her lap. Mother took hold of one of her long, sagging breasts with both hands and held the small pointy nipple to my face. Her areolas were not large, about the size of a half dollar coin, and each was crowned by a small, pointy, pale teat about the size of my own. I rubbed the offered nipple with my thumb, which brought a fresh breath of delight from my mother's shapely lips. I kissed her mouth again before descending to take hold of her proffered teat, and suckled her like the hungry child I once was.
Her other breast was hanging, sagging and swaying lewdly, spilling over the stiff support of her heavy foundation. Unsupported, it jiggled enticingly as I worked my tongue over its twin. Taking hold of her left tittie, I rubbed it against my face, so that I might feel its significant softness and pliability.
Like a man possessed, I began to suck each nipple alternately, nibbling and licking my mother's pert little points until they were red and stiff from my abusing attention. Lifting each pliable tit, I licked the underside of each, tasting the sweet and salty flavor of their hidden side.
Mother continued to stroke my hair as I suckled and made love to her bosom. Her eyes were closed, her lovely mouth slightly ajar, and her head tilted back as my ministry to her breasts took her to the erotic place I knew we were both heading.
Releasing her breasts, I slide my hands under her skirt, feeling the smooth nylon stockings that encased her lovely, full legs and thighs. Reaching further I found that she was wearing a girdle with suspender straps, as she often did. I felt for the suspender clasps and began to unfasten her tan stockings.
Mother had grasped hold of her breasts and was massaging each floppy sack, occasionally pulling on a sensitive nipple. She moved her face close to mine and open-mouthed, offered her lips and tongue to me. I sucked at them as I continued to unsnap her hose. The warmth of her soft thigh flesh was indescribable. All I could think about now was freeing her from her foundation so that I might reach the prize I was longing for so desperately.
One by one I pulled the sheer tan stockings off her silky thighs, down past her full rounded calves and over her delicate feet, where I paused to bath each in a shower of kisses. Mother sighed, appreciative of my attentiveness, and squeezed her tender nipples with delight. Reaching under her skirt I grasped the waistband of her girdle and her panties, and began to pull them down. She raised her hips to offer her help, and in one smooth motion, her bottom was free from its cotton and spandex enclosure. Next came her skirt and again she lifted her hips to clear the way. This accomplished, I was now gazing at the full furry triangle that covered my mother's secret places.
My cock felt incredibly hard as I got to my feet and hurriedly pulled off my shirt and slide my pants and underwear past my ankles and off my legs. I stood before her completed naked, my cock fully erect and perpendicular to my sweating, anxious frame. I knew that all possibilities we open to me, but for a moment I was unsure what to do next. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to spread her legs and lick the tart juices of her pussy. I wanted to touch every square inch of her all at once.
So many times I had seen her lovely mature body through the tiny peep hole in my closet and had masturbated myself into a frenzy, but now she was here with me, tits exposed, cunt exposed, my cock at the ready and my balls yearning to empty their molten contents. I knew that she would not refuse me anything I asked, she had told me as much, but now faced with a buffet of choices, I was not sure which pleasure to explore first.
I stepped back for a moment and let me eyes feast on her naked old body. She had released her breasts and they now sagged limply over the flabbiness of her tummy. I marveled at how long her tits were and how, in spite of her age, the skin was so pale, fresh, and even youthful in appearance. But this was no young woman, there was no doubt. Her upper arms, her inner thighs and the flesh-roll around tummy showed the inevitable signs of aging, but this did not diminish her loveliness in my eyes. She looked every bit the beautiful, stately, and curvaceous woman I had admired since I was a little boy.
"Mom," I said somewhat nervously.
She did not speak but demurely looked up into my eyes.
"You're beautiful, mom," I said with a nervous smile. "You're so beautiful to me."
In spite of all the intimacy we had so far enjoyed, she blushed when she heard me say that. She looked down at her saggy tits and the ribbon of flesh that encircled her waist. Her hands rubbed across her pliable titties and she cupped them in a gesture of shy innocence. "Oh, Michael," she said with a touch of sadness. "I'm old. I'm not pretty anymore like I used to be. I'm sagging all over," she said as she rubbed her flabby little belly.
"Mother, please." I scolded. "You are so beautiful. You have always been so beautiful to me."
"Oh, Michael," She said gratefully. She opened her arms in anticipation of a hug and I answered her request. I took her in my arms, delighting in the fell of her warm, soft skin against my bare chest, and kissed her fully and deeply on the lips once more. I reached behind her and unhooked the sturdy bra she wore, fully releasing her big tit sacks. I took them in my hands once again and felt their full weight and substance, and kissed each in turn.
