Brushing Mom’s Hair part- 02

Brushing Mom’s Hair part- 02

The next day was the same as the day before. Mom acted like nothing had happened. I was relieved because she had looked so dejected when I’d left her room. I didn’t try to badger her this time, didn’t try to send or received any secret signals. I acted just like she did. I didn’t rush when she brought me a mug of hot chocolate. I took my time with it, relishing in her parting words, “Dad’s just gone to bed.”

Though I had taken my time, Mom hadn’t yet sat down in front of the dresser when I entered her room. She was just walking out of the bathroom, wearing a white nighty that fit her body well. It wasn’t terry cloth or silky but a soft looking material. It was belted at the waist but open down her front to there. Nothing showed because she didn’t have big ones, but I knew those delightful treats were easily accessible.

Mom smiled as she passed between me and the bed where Dad was sprawled on his back, snoring quietly with his legs spread wide, and I stood unabashed by the tent already fully formed in my pajamas in full anticipation of tonight’s brushing.

“Hello Shailu.” She seemed pleased.

“Hi Mom.” My breath was already catching.

I started to follow her to the dresser but Mom motioned for me to stay put. She picked up her brush and tapped the light to turn it off, leaving the room lit only by the light that managed to escape the bathroom through the almost closed door.

Were we going downstairs? My already hard cock subsided a little. I realized that, despite the fear factor or maybe because of it, I got off on the danger of our little game proceeding in my Dad’s presence.

Mom returned, stood in front of me, and handed me the brush.

“It must be hard for you to brush my hair standing behind me like that when I’m sitting,” Mom said.

“No, it’s ok. I don’t mind,” I replied, not wanting to change anything we did.

“No,” she said. “We’ll do it here. It will be easier on you.”

I was happy just to hear her say we weren’t leaving the bedroom. I took the brush from Mom’s hand and she stretched up on her toes to give me a kiss on my cheek, then thought better of it and gave me a quick kiss on my lips, directly on my mouth for the first time in my life.

Mom turned away and kneeled on the floor, facing the end of the bed. Her hands were busy in front of her and I realized she was pushing the nighty off her shoulders. As it fell to the floor, still caught around her waist, she leaned forward to rest her head on the edge of the bed, between Dad’s widespread feet. I fell to my knees behind her, knees straddling her outstretched calves, squatting above her feet. I started to brush her hair.

Playing the scenario out in my mind made we think, why not get started? Why not press my knee between her legs now? I dropped the brush and the pretense of brushing her hair in favor of continuing to stroke her tit. Now free, I used my hand to pull her feet apart far enough that I could slip my knee between her legs. Quickly, I slid it forward until it nudged her behind. Mom accommodated me, lifting her bum up and opening her legs a little wider. I pushed in further, scraping the top of my knee across the bottom of her pussy.

“Ohhhhhhhhh” I heard what she thought of what I was doing.

I continued brushing her tit and reached around with my other hand to similarly treat her other one that had so far been deprived of my attention. I kept pushing and lifting my knee, gently grinding my leg into Mom’s pussy. I could tell this was truly appreciated, not only by the sounds Mom made but also because she stretched her pelvis back so more of her pussy, especially the front, could scrape along my leg.

It was after one particularly loving moan in response to a long grind and rub that I decided to hell with it and slipped my hands down from her tits to undo the belt and pull her skirt apart. I pulled it out to the right side and let it drop to the carpet. Mom was completely naked before me.

I grasped her hips and pulled her back and forth along my thigh, tensing my muscles to make it press harder into her pussy as it moved up and down. She seemed to love that and was really getting into it. Her abandoned response made we think again. I didn’t want to turn her around. I wanted to keep this going. I slipped my right hand down and in, over her belly and between her legs, my fingers stretching down to find her damp pubic hair, following it down until I pierced through her wet slit.

In response to her guttural moan, I pushed my fingers into her cunt. She was too far gone to deny me. She needed it. Had Dad fucked he in the last year? Two? I didn’t think so, not the way her cunt grabbed so desperately at my fingers. I pulled up so my palm covered her mound and dug pressed back against her clit, rubbing in a small circle there. Her hips began to gyrate. She was getting really hot.

Frantically, I used my free hand to shove my pajamas down, awkwardly catching the waistband on my extremely hard cock, finally getting it free with great difficulty. I kicked her left wide to make room for mine and pulled her hips up, shoving forward to bring my cock below her gaping thighs. When I began to lower her, I think she realized what was happening.

“No Shailu. No.”

But it was too late. My cock was already in her wet slit, spreading her lips, popping inside her hot cunt. As Mom’s knees hit the carpet, I lunged forward, impaling her on my cock, fully embedded inside her clutching pussy.

Mom didn’t try to stop me. She didn’t say no again, she just reacted. She seemed just as happy when I moved slowly in and out as when I rapidly jammed myself into her, hammering into her ass cheeks, making a wet slapping sound that should have woken the dead but didn’t wake my Dad. Not that we cared. We were beyond it. We were fucking, intensely joined, rutting like two animals. One arm was curled around her belly while the other held a handful of hair. For some reason, pulling her head back to turn her face up really turned me on.

I didn’t ever want to stop fucking her. I was both desperate to cum and wanted to avoid it at all costs. I couldn’t imagine my cock ever pulling out of her. The feel of it sliding through that textured tunnel was exquisite. I couldn’t live without it, my mother’s pussy, the feel of her ass billowing against my hips as my cock dug deep into her cunt. I came hard, spewing my seed in a series of wild, lunging thrusts, slowly winding down until I was still.

But I didn’t pull out. We leaned, her against the bed, me on her back, gasping for breath. I kept myself pressed tightly to her ass, keeping my cock inside that incredible warmth. As our breath returned and I could sense she was ready for me to pull out, I began moving again. A couple of tiny thrusts. I’m sure she thought I was taking those last, saddened pokes before leaving but I kept it up and by the time she realized what I was doing, as my cock stiffened inside her, she was ready too and started squeezing my shaft, pulling on it, welcoming it with a warm cuntal hug.

I pulled Mom away from the bed and turned her, pushing her down to the floor. She spread her legs wider and raised her hips, opening herself to my attack. After a while, I closed her legs and pulled her up to her knees, keeping her head down on the carpet. I got to my feet and straddled her, attaining an angle that allowed me to reach maximum depth inside her maternal womb. We ended with her flat on the floor, legs together with me sitting on her thighs, cock embedded in her pussy, grinding away as I held an ass cheek in each hand.

I came and then leaned forward, stretching my body over top of hers, kissed her on her mouth and whispered in her ear, “Tomorrow?”

Mom nodded, exhausted.

It took me a while but it eventually dawned on me that Mom was having trouble ignoring me. She wasn’t angry about me making suggestive remarks, or casting long yearning glances her way.

I tried hard not to glance her way and probably didn’t succeed but I certainly didn’t leer or let my eyes dwell on her body. But neither did I leave. I stayed near her. At one point late in the morning, when Dad left the kitchen to visit the bathroom, I sauntered over to where she was standing and stood beside her.

Looking out the window as she was, I casually remarked, “You look really nice today Mom.”

“Oh?” she replied wistfully.

“Yeah,” I said. “I don’t know what it is but there’s something special about you today.”

I didn’t touch her or say anything more. I left it at that.

Later that afternoon, long after lunch, I was standing in the same spot looking out the back window watching Dad gardening in the back yard near the greenhouse. Mom came in quietly behind me and I didn’t notice her until she stood beside me, resting one hand on the counter in front of us. She looked out the window just as Dad stood and carried something into the greenhouse, leaned my way and pressed her hip against mine, curling her arm around my waist to rest her hand on my hip.

“He certainly enjoys his gardening these days, doesn’t he?”

“Yes,” I agreed, slipping my arm around her, resting it in the same spot on her hip.

“He’s more and more in his own world this past year,” Mom said, stating a fact rather than complaining.

I pulled her closer and she leaned her head toward me as her body was pressed more tightly to mine. I kissed the top of her head and let my hand fall, sliding from her hip to loosely cup the denim covering her buttock, my fingers finding and resting in the little hollow on the side while my palm experienced the full jut of her cheek.

“You’re not alone,” I whispered.

Mom’s arm squeezed me tighter but she didn’t reply. When Dad exited the greenhouse and walked toward the house, we parted again in tacit agreement that this was another moment meant only for us.

The rest of the afternoon passed slowly and dinner was excruciating. I told Mom and Dad I was going out. Mom looked surprised and I think a little disappointed. I wasn’t actually going anywhere, having already told my friends I was sick but I had to get out of the house. I drove around for an hour or so and returned home. It wasn’t even ten but when I entered the darl house I knew right away that my parents had gone to bed.

As I topped the stairs, I was disappointed to see no light shining from Mom’s bedroom, not even the dim light from her dresser. I went into my room and got changed for bed anyway, thinking I would play some games or cruise the net. I couldn’t believe Mom hadn’t waited for me after the ‘understanding’ we had shared earlier today. Naked, I searched for a new pair of pajamas but there weren’t any fresh ones in my drawer, nor could I find the ones I’d worn last night. I guess Mom had put them in the wash sometime during the day. I sat down at my computer buck Nake but within moments I stood up, bored and uninterested in games or the web.

I don’t know why I wandered out of my room and down the hall to Mom’s room. The door was open about a foot and I quietly slipped inside and stopped, letting my eyes get used to the dark, listening past my Dad’s snoring for any sign that Mom was not asleep. I stepped closer, straining to hear and was startled when my foot bumped into another.

“Mom?” I whispered.

“Shailu?” Mom’s reply drifted faintly from below, directly in front of me.

Cautiously, I stepped forward, hands stretched out feeling the darkness, expecting to make contact with her sitting on the end of the bed. How long had she been waiting in the dark? Why hadn’t she said something when I walked by when I first came home. How could her foot be stretched out so far? Just as I realized that she must be sitting down on the floor at the end of the bed, my knees collided with her chest. I started to kneel down but I was too close to the bed and my knees bumped against the end of the mattress, catching on the box spring below it.

Mom’s hands were on my thighs, sliding up toward my hips. I was off-balance, only my knees pressing against the mattress kept me from falling onto Mom. I was startled again when my cock brushed by the side of Mom’s face, scraping by her ear and nestling in her hair. Christ, I didn’t have any clothes on. I’d forgotten. About to apologize, ready to spring back onto my feet, I was blocked by Mom’s hands grasping my hips. Her face pulled away but returned immediately. I could feel my tip bumping against her cheek, her chin and lips, and then it was wet, sliding into Mom’s mouth. Her fingers gripped my ass, pulling my cheeks, holding me inside.

Slowly, her head started moving back and forth and in no time I could the sound of her wet, sloppy cock sucking. I put my hand onto the bed to brace myself, a minute later leaning further forward onto my elbows, my hips moving slightly as I began fucking Mom’s face. It wasn’t gently. We were both too eager. Her teeth scraped my cock but I didn’t care. I shoved faster and faster into her face. I was too hepped up, I needed release. Too long a day, too much thinking, not enough fucking. Until now that is. My hips were bucking. How could that loud slurping not wake my father? Oh shit, my cockhead was vibrating, it was coming, bolting up my shaft, into her, gush, gush, gush. I could hear her, swallowing, then gurgling like she was drowing, then swallowing again, gulping. I tensed all my muscles, urging my sticky seed out, needing to fill her.

I was done. I slipped back, now finding it so easy to fall to the floor, straddling her thighs, collapsing against her, feeling her tits poke into my chest. She was naked. There was no nighty. She had been sitting on the floor at the end of the bed, waiting, naked.

My wet cock pressed into her stomach, and I involuntarily hunched into her, fucking her torso for several thrusts. I leaned down and pressed my face to hers, feeling her wet cheeks. It was tears, not my cum.

“Mom?” I whispered.

“Shailu … Oh, Shailu,” she mumbled.

I stood up, finding and pulling her hands with me.

“Come on,” I urged, tugging her toward the door.

“No, I can’t,” she whispered.

“Yes,” I whispered, more urgently. I pulled harder but her hands pulled out of mine.

I bent down but couldn’t retrieve her hand. Instead, I found her foot and curled my hand around her ankle. Lifting her leg, I pulled her across the carpet, through the door and into the hallway where the dim light from my open bedroom door highlighting her curves and casting shadows in her feminine valleys. Her eyes watched me as I dragged her like a caveman toward my room, luscious brown hair trailing on the carpet behind her. She made no protest, not by sound or struggle.

I pulled her well into my room, dropped her foot to the floor with a dull thud, and closed my door. Returning, I briefly surveyed my prize, then knelt between her legs, lifting her knees and pushing her legs back toward her chest. Scooting underneath, I rose up on my squatting feet and nudged my cock into her open slit, lifted a little more to improve my angle, and slid home with a loud grunt.

“Unnnnnghhhhh,” Mom responded to my first long thrust.

I stayed bottomed inside her while I adjusted my stance, pushing her legs back even further. I started fucking her, holding her knees tight to her chest, hands gripping her small tits, staring intensely into her eyes. I didn’t fool around. I didn’t vary my pace or try to be cute. I simply fucked her, straight and hard. I wasn’t in a hurry. Filling her mouth had freed me from any such desperate need. I just wanted to fuck her long and hard. Not once did I look away and neither did her eyes waver.

I loved fucking her like this. She couldn’t move, she could only take me. And she did, pulling more and more from me, wresting control away from me until much later, when my cock was digging into her at a furious pace, and her eyes pleaded for release though our grunts and moans. I spewed all of my spunk inside her bare, unprotected cunt as her feet tried desperately to hold me closer, her heels digging into my shoulders.

A long time later, when my cock dropped out of her pussy followed by the dregs of my white cream, I stood and helped her to her feet. Wordlessly, she turned to walk back to her room but I pulled her back and took her in my arms, hugging her closely for over a minute. Our heads finally pulled back and we kissed. On the lips at first, just a light brushing, but quickly followed by several deep, tongue lashing duels. We were breathing faster when we finished. Mail me at [email protected]