I finished my run and returned home to an empty house. Mom and the baby were dropping off Dan at the airport for a three day business trip. It had been a week since I had been alone with mom.
As the shower water ran over my body, I closed my eyes and lathered my dick, reveling in the thought of getting lost in her large, milky breasts. I stopped before I went too far and rinsed the soap off my hard dick. By the time I had dried off and put on a pair of gym shorts, mom was pulling into the garage.
After settling the baby into its playpen, she came to me.
“Hello, sweetie. I haven’t seen much of you lately. You doing okay?”
Mom was keeping a close eye on my moods lately, as she had discontinued my meds for the summer. She figured with school out, it was a low risk time to give me a break from them. She had been off them since finding out she was pregnant, and now, more than eighteen months later, she had never looked better. I was doing okay; there was very little stress without school or track, and the intimacy I shared with mom was doing a lot to alleviate the anxiety I had felt since the accident.
“Yeah, I’m okay,” I said.
She knew what I wanted. I had come to crave our special time together, and I’m sure that she enjoyed it almost as much as me. I think it pleased her to know that she could make me feel so warm and protected in her embrace. I also suspected that she got almost as aroused as I did.
She wore a short tennis skirt and a sleeveless top that accentuated her large breasts. Her long, slim legs were tanned and beautiful, and the short skirt really made her look hot. I began to get excited, knowing that soon I would be laying with her. She never teased me or made me wait when she knew what I wanted. She peeled off her top and threw it on the nightstand. Her nursing bra quickly followed. As she leaned over to peel back the sheets, her full breasts swayed ponderously.
I stripped off my shorts and boxers in one motion, then came up behind her. Hugging her from behind, I cupped both breasts in my hands, letting the large, puffy nipples peek between my fingers, clamping them gently. I moaned softly as my hard dick pressed against her butt. She stepped away from me and unfastened her skirt, then let it slide down her legs. She stepped out of it and began to get in bed. Before she could do so, I grabbed the waist of her black panties and began to tug.
Mom rarely took off her panties around me, and she resisted at first. But I persisted in tugging on them, and finally, she let me pull them down, then she got in bed. The room was semi-dark, with the curtains closed. It was hot outside; over ninety degrees. But the sheets felt nice and cool. We lay together, snuggling, uncovered. She caressed my hair. I loved it when she played with my hair. She twisted the locks in her fingers, gently rubbing my scalp. She wrapped her arms around my head, my face in her chest.
I found her nipple and popped it in my mouth. As I sucked, the milk began to flow, thin and clear at first, then thicker and sweeter. My hand roamed her body as I sucked. I played with her other breast, gently teasing the nipple until it stiffened. Then I rubbed her belly, soft, circular caresses. I loved rubbing her belly.
As my hand neared her groin, she pressed her legs together to keep me from entering her.