A mother’s confession (part 6)

Feeling my sons’ mouth on my breast was beyond description. His pubescent appetite was astounding,…

… Kay Parker entered my thoughts as I slowly crept down the hallway. Before rounding the corner, I paused briefly, and dipped a finger into something sweet, and sampled the juice he longs to taste.
When I got to the den, he was already there. I paused at the threshold, my hand on the wall, my nipples poking my shirt. His catatonic stare was memorizing. As I strolled in his direction his eyes instantly steered down to my legs. He absorbed every step. He quickly rose from the sofa like an enlisted man as I neared. ‘Sit down’ I whispered.
I purposely stood before him, extending that moment in time. Michael rattled with adrenaline, his body quivered as he sat there admiring the view. I took a step to the side and sat down beside him.
I slowly bent my leg and rested it on the sofa, then I turned directly towards him. I waited for a few minutes until he caught his breath. Once our eyes locked, I reached up and began unbuttoning my shirt. He gasped immediately. Ever so methodically I continued to release one button, at a time. I never broke eye contact, but he sure did. ‘Would you like to see them?’ I asked. In the midst of his breathing, I heard a ‘yes.’
Much like the curtain at a Broadway show, I pulled my shirt to the side, ever so slowly. There they were, free at last and on display. Michael froze. His eyes seem to dance as he stared in disbelief. ‘Holy Shit!’ flew out of his mouth. He was like a deer in headlights, (pun intended).
I smiled nervously, then I cupped my breasts and gave them a squeeze. Michael was melting into the cushion, his gasping breath was filling the room. Completely stunned. ‘Can I touch them?’ he whispered, so cautiously. ‘I don’t mind’ I whispered a few seconds later. His trembling hand rose as his mouth began to suddenly water, he swallowed hard. When I felt his hand touch my breast a wave of arousal tickled my soul. His youthful hand felt sensational. He squeezed my breast, he pinched my nipple, his eyes were slanted, he could barely speak.
‘Breathe Michael’ I whispered. His other hand followed suit soon thereafter. I was stunned. His expression was memorable indeed. I sat there quietly admiring his glowing face. I slowly slid to the corner of the sofa. When Michael shifted towards me, my heart skipped a beat. He stared so intently.
‘Go ahead’ I whispered to him. Just watching him lean forward to take my breast into mouth, was phenomenal. His lack of hesitation was somewhat shocking. When I felt his warm mouth land on my left nipple, I could have had an orgasm on the spot. His appetite was uncontainable. ‘Oh Mom’, he whispered, several times. The way he licked the curve of my tits drove me crazy. From left to right, he bathed me well. My body trembled. I’m certain he felt my nervousness too. The way he caressed my legs during the Malay, was captivating.
We spent the rest of the evening nestled together on the sofa. Michael was given a ‘green light’ to explore my chest, and that he did. It lasted until 2 am. I whispered some things into his ear no mother would dare utter. He was spellbound.
Upon leaving the den, I paused and kissed him goodnight outside his bedroom door before going to bed. When I turned to walk away, I heard him slide down the wall and drop to the floor. I looked back and giggled softly as I made my way down that hallway. I plopped onto our bed and sighed in relief. ‘I did it’, I said to myself. I was soooo turned on. Taking that first step was sensational.
A flood of emotions struck me like a tsunami. I spent some time using my vibrator too. That orgasm was so powerful. I could barely sleep. I tossed and turned for hours. My body was exhausted, yet my mind was still moving forward. I’m certain someone at the end of the hall was struggling to sleep as well…. to be continued….

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