The Husband.
A long weekend with an expected snowstorm so my wife and I decided to invite my mom over to stay with us and the kids. A winter storm in an area thriving with pine trees usually means two or three days without power as branches, heavy with ice, fall on the electrical lines, if we did lose power, it is just that much easier to take care of everyone when we are together.
Laura and I had been married just about four years, she came into the marriage with a son and she was eight years older than I but none of that made any difference. She was a good person, a good wife, and a good mother.
We were just into our second movie the first night when my wife Laura decided to go to bed; "I'll be in shortly" was my reply, and with a nice peck on the cheek she sauntered into our bedroom.
As I sit on the floor, my arm stretched across the couch, my mother was laying just behind me on her side taking up most of the cushion. She was nodding off a little bit and I couldn't help but admire the shape of her body and the length of her legs.
She wore a light blue nightie that was only about mid-thigh in length, with spaghetti straps and a low-cut boat neckline. It was both comfortable and sexy and complimented the contours of her body nicely. The vision of her was as lovely as it had ever been - Mothers are like fine wine...
I couldn't help myself.
I slowly placed my hand up on her thigh and gently allowed it to rest so that I wouldn't startle her...the warmth of her skin was so inviting. The softness of her skin immediately thrilled me...
I began slowly, trying to be imperceptible. A tiny but methodical movement of my fingers caressing her. I had always adored her, but never more since we began intimacy about ten years ago. We had always been close and Dad's death brought us even closer in mutual feelings of loss and abandonment. Although it took time, we made up for it in each other's arms slowly growing into a closeness and bond that too many would reject and judge. We felt it was right though, for the right reasons, I think I always knew that attraction and hope.
As I moved up the inside of her legs, I easily slipped my fingers under her gown and continued forward. Forward into that territory I had come to love so much and in so many ways.
She separated her thighs, knees parting, giving me full access and permission. She never once opened her eyes but allowed the experience to go unseen and only felt.
I tickle the edges of her vagina with two fingertips. Starting at the top and slowly working my way south, never losing the balance in this initiation.
Then I began to touch her, touching her skin with my fingertips on the lips of her labia. Feeling the warmth of her body as she took in a breath of excitement. Softly I move the two fingers tracing her edges down the full length of her sex ensuring my methodical, almost freeing pace.
I snaked my other hand over her chest, uncovering her right breast and pouncing on its softness. Mom's back angled some more with the grasp of my hand, she was full and tender...I could feel the firmness of her nipple as I massaged her lovingly.
The fingers of my right hand conducting a dance on her beautiful pussy. Massaging her to perfection while trying to set her up for the full fall. Increasing pressure on both sides with equal attention as I felt her flesh become fuller in my hand. I often worked this to precipitate my evolution to her clitoris.
She was cumming, I could tell from experience...her breathing sped up and the soft moans from her lips became louder. I kept up a moderate but very considerate pace trying to both raise the intensity but also prolong the climax and her orgasm as much as I could. Giving back to her as she has given to me so many times before.
"Shhhh," I whispered as I played my other finger over her lips.
She moaned and whimpered in protest as I brought her even higher in fervor...
She came, bucking slightly on the leather couch worrying me with the small noise it made. I could feel the warmth of her juices flow over my hand. It was a place that I loved to be.
"My aren't you naughty tonight." She smiled and beamed at me. Then she brought both of her hands to my face and leaned in to kiss me.
"What got into you?" She asked.
"You did" I answered.
"Kind of risky considering the circumstances."
"I know." I answered.
Her lips were so soft, so gentle, and then with a slow progression, turned into a deep, passionate kiss, our tongues wrestling for love.
"I miss this" she said.
"I do too Mom."
"We shouldn't have done this in a full house."
"It's OK I think," I replied. "Everyone has been worn out by the excitement, I'm sure they're sound asleep."
"I should go to my bed and you should go to yours, we are pushing our luck."
"You always were the smart one, I always was the eager one." I replied.
"Not always true," she admitted with a smile.
Mom and I parted for that evening, but for that evening only. Passing by both John's room and Sonia's to check on them, the weather had drowned out John's hopes for a little escaped freedom this evening.
As I walked into the bedroom Laura lay on her side facing away from me and I slid under the sheets trying not to wake her...
"I saw what you did." she said.
"What" I snapped back surprised.
She slowly turned back towards me, turning her head and looking me in the eyes, "I saw what happened, you and your mother."
"I, I..." I had no place to go.
