Keep hugging her

From Create Your Own Story

As she looks at you over her shoulder, you tighten your arms across her ribs and keep a gentle pressure of your hands on the bottom of her bra-less tits. Her smile holds, but as your hug lengthens she starts to look a bit uncomfortable with the closeness of your position. "What brings on this show of affection?" she asks, trying to keep the moment light. "Just appreciating my beautiful mom," you smile brightly as you twitch your hands up a little bit and cause her breasts to jiggle slightly. Until that point your hug could have been seen as just loving and on the edge of propriety, but now it was clearly something else. Something your mom was clearly conflicted on how to feel about. Emotions warred on her face, still smiling but her eyes and forehead crinkling as she considered how to break away. with own smile genuinely growing larger and while looking into her eyes, you twitch your hands again, causing the delicious tremors you can feel but haven't looked to see yet. But you've memorized how they move over the past two years, watching her wear these nightys on the weekends and in the evenings when just close family was around. She begins to try and raise her hands and push your arms down, but in your surprise hug you had pinned them against her sides and they were unable to effectively grab your arms, much less move them away. Her face crinkles in worried frowns as she realizes her situation, and at that moment you choose to slide your arms up, freeing her arms to move a bit more, but in the process dragging them apart so that your hands ran over her nipples and ended up cupping her tits in your young hands. Her newly mobile hands were rising to pull your own away, but at the new contact her back stiffens and she freezes. The motion causes her tits to thrust forward into your palms a bit more, and you take the opportunity to squeeze the melons more fully now. Still without breaking eye contact, you begin to slowly move your hands around. Not removing them from her tits, more kneading them as your hands clench and unclench and move in slow circles.

Your mom's hands had been moving up when you released them, but with your new movement they freeze before slowly resuming their trip. But instead of grabbing and pulling your hands away from her chest, they lightly come to rest on the back of your hands and begin to press them inwards, mashing your hands into her breasts with more force. She keeps her head turned around, looking back at you over her shoulder and starts to nibble at her lower lip as you continue the pressure on her tits. Her eyes have lost the angry edge to them, but still a little wrinkle in her brow as she wars with herself about letting this continue, and her burgeoning desire to encourage you more. You watch her face slowly go from resistance to the idea of helping you when she first grabbed your hands to the now almost hungry look she gives you as she arches her back more to press her tits forward while simultaneously pressing your fingers into her flesh with her hands. You can hear small moans starting to escape her as her eyes drift closed and she relaxes into the sensations. You press your body more fully against her from behind and she grinds her ass back in response. Her eyes are now fully closed and her head is falling back and resting on your shoulder as she lets you press enjoy her body. Your mom's fingers are now sliding up your arms to wrap around you neck and pull you tighter to her. One hand drops down to grab your ass, before moving around to the front of your pants between your hot bodies and squeezes your cock through your pants and is rewarded with a twitch and outpouring of precum that elicits a low throaty laugh from her at your youthful exuberance. Her other hand went from your neck to moving through your hair, yanking your head forward to press your lips to her neck.

After a few minutes that feel like forever to your lust wrapped minds, your mom's hand releases your hair to glide back down your arm and grab your own hand, before slowly pulling it away from her breast. Your lips pull back and you start to ask a question before she slides your hand underneath the top of her nighty to press firmly onto her burning flesh. Her own tiny fingers work in between your own to squeeze her tit, the sensation and implications of which is almost too much for your young body to bear. Your other hand quickly follows suit, slipping under her light covering to now maul her tits directly. As your hands moved around, your mom's hand between your bodies continued to grasp your cock and squeeze it in time with your hands on her heaving tits. Her eyes still closed, her breath now coming in ragged gasps, your mom thrusts her ass back towards your cock, grinding on your hardness and her own hand.

She opens her mouth to say something, and just then you hear someone loudly coming down the stairs and approaching the kitchen. You quickly jump back, pulling your hands off her tits and stepping back so quickly she almost falls backwards before catching her balance. Your mom keeps her back to the door and visibly tries to calm herself, taking deep breaths that heave her tits around.

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