Greetings.
This is going to be my first ever attempt at writing a story. This is going to be written in the first person perspective; and please take into account I did not actually experience this, and none of the story is/was reality. This is a made up story that is supposed to immerse you, and make you feel as though you are in the story - hence first person. So, let me know what you think and constructive criticism is always welcomed by me.
PRE-WARNINGS!
* This story contains some profanity.
* This story contains content that can be viewed as 'taboo' or inappropriate.
* This story contains strongly sexual content.
If any of this content is likely to offend you, discontinue reading. I do not want to perturb or offend anyone.
This story involves the main character who is actually writing the story - by the name of Christopher - along with his mother, Angelina, and another character who is not revealed - namely Annastasia.
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There comes a point where temptation will inevitably take over; in spite of the fact that you tell yourself: "It's not worth it. It's not worth it!". So long as you have some reserved interest for what is tempting you, it will take over. Whether that temptation is a bar of chocolate or a restrained figure on your bed does not matter. Unfortunately even the most socially unaccepted temptations can take over. Even the most risky temptations that could get you into trouble. Even the most evil temptations can take over... This is my story of how what I say is nothing but the truth.
It was a reasonably innocent day to start off with. The sun was gleaming down onto the incandescent blades of grass. The gentle breeze brushed against the softly swaying foliage. Not a single cloud in the sky was to be seen; only a beautifully pure blue sky. The sound of chirping birds filled the air with a sense of tranquility. One of the most incredible things, at least for me at that age, was that I was home alone. Granted, I was 18, however I was a student who lived with his mother. My mother was 'out and about', as she likes to say. So, I had the entire house to myself. At the time I thought it was a spectacular thing - but little did I know, that was about to change.
I made a decision to investigate my mother's room for reasons unknown. I had no idea what ensued by doing this; but what I found was the last thing I expected. I took a step into my mother's elegantly pink-painted room, and stroked my chin. Everything was in its usual organised and neat state. The bed was so flawlessly done with no crinkle in the bedsheets. Each pillow was alligned perfectly with no poor placement. However, next to her bed I couldn't help but notice a half-open draw with what looked like papers, notebooks and so fourth. I assumed it was innocent enough and not much to look at; however being the curious person I was and am, I took a look. The first thing that caught my eye was a deep blue notebook with A4 sized lined paper. Almost every page was full of my mother's handwriting. I took it out and opened it, and began to read the first page. To my astonishment, the opening paragraph to the first page was "Dear diary". I couldn't help but think to myself "Oh dear, I'm going to be a bad person for doing this" . However despite this lingering feeling, I couldn't help but almost automatically begin reading further. I though that the most peculiar thing was the fact that my mother had a diary, more than anything. But I am not one to judge.
The thing is, the first entry dated back to only about two weeks back. This particular entry dated back to when I had a female friend of mine over. Her name is Annastasia, and she has been my friend for well over 4 years. Anna wasn't exactly a 'friend' to me, though, she related to me like no one ever has. She is a rarity, and to this very day I treasure the thought of her. There is definitely something more than just a platonic friendship with Anna, and I think she knows it. Anyway, the day that this entry dates back to was when Anna visited. Specifically, she visited to watch a movie with me; a rather nostalgic movie, "Ace Ventura: Pet Detective". My mother was simultaneously around, offering to cook meals and the usual motherly duties that she refuses to give up - even though I can cook by now. The two of us were sitting down on the couch watching the movie, while being rather close to one another. Not in a metaphorical sense either; we were physically close to each other, our bodies making contact. The feeling was heavenly, and we were watching the movie with utter enjoyment. I would occasionally playfully tickle her unexpectedly, and she wouldn't mind at all. The feeling I got when I tickled her was best described as electrical. I though that the fact that this entry dated back to this memorable day was a coincidence; but it wasn't.
After reading the first paragraph my eyes widened and my heart began to beat faster. My mother had been writing about what she saw as to me and Anna. It said: "I honestly miss the times when me and my husband used to do stuff like that. We would snuggle on the couch and my husband would playfully tickle and touch me. Seeing Chris do that to his lady friend only made me jealous. I almost wish I was Anna in that situation. Chris looks like he's pretty good based on how he was touching Anna.". Missing her husband is one thing... But wanting her son to do what her husband used to do? This was on another level, and I had no idea what to feel. My mother actually had some seemingly sexual thoughts for me. Obviously I couldn't take it too seriously because my mother was feeling lonely. She had been without her husband for years at that point. I can understand the desperation, but I can't understand me being a target. It only got more disturbing as I read further: "When Chris kissed his lady friend on the neck I just lost it in my mind. He was doing everything that my husband used to do to the lucky lass. What I would have done to be Anna in that situation... And I bet that isn't the only place he kisses Anna.". 'Oh dear God', I thought, while continuing to read. Towards the end of the entry my heart skipped a beat as I felt a rush of vibrating chills through my spine, as the conclusive sentence was; "So come Chris, you know you want to!". It's as if she wrote that under the assumption that I would read it one day. I immediately put the book back without even needing to read further; shocked.
Following the rather disturbing read, I understandably felt overwhelmed and shocked. However, as the suddenness of the entry began to dissipate, I thought about it a bit more extensively. Reading that book opened me up to some of the things my mother fantasises about. Despite how wrong it felt, I actually began to feel slightly enticed in the back of my mind. My mother, in the entry, talked about how she would love to be restrained against her will. Apparently her husband used to actively do this; restrain her and do all sorts of... Well, arousing things. At first I felt mortified at the thought, and that I wouldn't ever dream of doing that to my mother. Then... I slowly started relishing the idea of my mother writhing and squirming in bonds. Eventually, I was clouded with the thought and I had nothing else on my mind. To my predicament, I heard my mother enter the house and I frantically put the "diary" back into the draw, shut it and scurried back into my room.
"Hey honey!", my mother yelled from downstairs, "What's the matter? Seemed like you were in a rush for something?". I gulped silently, before replying "No mom, I'm fine.". Of course this was far from the truth, but I didn't want to reveal anything. She came upstairs and entered her room, and immediately became suspicious. A part of the bed had crinkles, and her draw was fully shut as opposed to being half shut. "Honey?", she said, "Yes mom?", "Come in here for a second" she said with a smile. I walked in to find my mother looking at me with a cheeky expression, with her hands on her hip. "W-What is it?", I nervously ask. She stood there with a rather intimidatingly cheeky expression, to say the least. She pouted, and looked into my eyes like she never has before. I assumed it was just motherly affection. Without saying a word, she points to the draw that I looked in, before looking back at me with the same cheeky expression. I gulped and found myself in a predicament; as my face slowly turned red without me noticing. "I-Is there something w-wrong mom?", I nervously ask yet again, and still my mother stood there with that same expression. "I think you know what's going on young man.", she says, as though speaking to a toddler. For a moment I got caught up in a gaze, as I looked at my mother while thinking about the entry. I looked at her midriff and saw a subtle line of her lower tummy. Her shirt didn't quite extend all the way to the bottom of her tight jeans, so that was bound to be exposed. The shirt was slightly cropped and I felt a very slow bulge occurring in my pants. This only caused me to gulp and blush quite noticeably, as I was unable to respond coherently.
My mother merely giggled at my reactions. "Look under the bed sweetie", she said, which made me feel all the more nervous. I hesitantly walked over and crouched down to look under the bed. I found a pair of cuffs. "Go on honey, take them", she urged, as I took the cuffs from beneath the bed and held them in my hands. My mother promptly got onto the bed and stretched her limbs out in a spread eagle position. She gave me a wink; as if she was expecting what would happen next. After a bit of contemplation, I realised what my mother was suggesting and at this point my erection was more visible than ever. What made it worse was that I saw my mother take a long look at my bulge, and I saw her bite her lower lip. I sat on the bed next to my mother, and began restraining her wrists to both corners of the top of the bed. My mother playfully tugged on the cuffs, and she could barely squirm. I did the same to her ankles in no time, and there it was. My mother's enticing figure firmly restrained to the bed, completely stretched out, vulnerable as ever. Because of the position and the fact that she was stretched out, her tight, slightly cropped shirt was stretched up a bit. At this point all of her lower stomach was revealed, as well as her navel.
The nervousness eventually dissipated and I found myself clouded with excitement and lust. I straddled my mother's hips gently and readily placed my fingertip on her lower tummy. She mildly giggled and vigilantly looked down at my finger. I trailed my index finger in a horizontal line along her lower tummy, just barely brushing against the belt on her jeans. She let out a few soft giggles and began to softly tug and squirm beneath me. I introduced another index finger, and trailed them both in an upward line from her lower tummy, until approaching her navel. I noticed a rather significant tug when my fingers went near her navel. I smiled, and slowly placed my fingertip inside her navel. I felt her abs flex in response; and better still, I saw her abs flex. It was aesthetically pleasing, to say the least. I performed circular motions inside her navel with my index finger, and already my mother was endlessly giggling and writhing. I picked up the pace and roughly pressed down into her navel and wriggled it around. My mother couldn't contain the bouts of giggles and the entire room was soon filled with the sound of my mother's loud laughter. After a few more seconds of concentration on her navel, I retracted my index finger and saw my mother panting. "Oh my word," she said while panting, "Oh my word... I wasn't wrong.". Feeling devilish, I began squeezing her sides, just above her hips, without any kind of verbal or physical warning. My mother burst into a spout of vehement laughter, while attempting to scream "Oh my God!" continuously.
I continued to ruthlessly tickle her without any more lingering concern. I continued squeezing her sides for an extra minute, and towards the end of that minute I heard my mother trying to yell "Wait!" and "Stop!" through the laughter. Oppositely, this gave me the drive to continue, so I quickly inserted my finger in her navel and began endlessly wriggling inside it. Her laughter stopped for less than a second, only to increase in volume as I suddenly start assaulting her navel. At this point it was blatantly obvious that my mother was trying to yell "Stop!" and even "Please!". I merely evilly smiled, and introduced my free hand while the hand in use continued to assault her navel. I pinched and poked every inch of her almost-red stomach simultaneously, causing my mother to transition into almost silent laughter. I continued this without considering anything, while simply gazing at her hard stomach with visible, luscious abs. I looked up at my mother after realising her laughter was no more, and found her with a few tears dripping down her cheek as she could barely say anything; let alone laugh. Despite everything, this only gave me more of a drive and I leaned down to blow a raspberry onto her lower tummy while my two hands continued to assault every inch of her stomach. The laughter momentarily increased in volume, only to transition back into silent laughter. Her face was damp with teardrops at this point, as they ceaselessly dripped down. I couldn't believe it; I brought my mother to the point of crying, and actually wanted to go further. She was furiously tugging against the bonds and crying like I have never seen her cry before.
Still strangely smiling at the sight of my helpless, crying mother, I leaned down to blow a few more extensive raspberries for the following few minutes; all done while my hands assaulted her aching stomach. Her laughter regained a tiny bit of volume, and I heard her yell "Chris!" and "Please!" through the never ending laughter. I looked up at her after the extensive raspberries, and stopped the tickling. It was only fair; considering her face was soaking with teardrops and she was seemingly almost about to pass out. "Chris... Chris please... Please, be gentle..." she begged, and the sound of her begging aroused me beyond belief. I wiggled my fingers in her vision, tormentingly slowly lowering the wiggling fingers down to her vulnerable stomach as she began to tug and squirm. The wriggled from left to right in an attempt to avoid my fingers, as she shook her head frantically and tried to yell "No!". I had more fun than I ever had in my life, tormenting my mother like this.
However, despite threatening her with my wiggling fingers, I stopped and leaned down to plant a kiss on her lower stomach. I looked up and saw my mothers eyes widen, and no laughter was exerted in response. I planted another kiss on her lower stomach, and this time I heard a very soft and sensual moan release. Based on this, I began kissing her lower tummy in a horizontal line, JUST above her jeans. It wasn't long before my mother arched into me, as her lower tummy was pressed into my lips while I planted the kisses. I looked up briefly and saw my mother biting her lower lip with what looked like quite some force. I smiled devilishly, and removed her belt and slightly lowered her jeans - only to reveal an enticing pair of bright red panties. I planted a kiss just above the panties, which caused my mother to release a very loud and lusty moan. Continuing the teasing, I planted a kiss directly on top of her panties; kissing her womanhood beneath the panties. As I detached my lips, I saw her thrust her hips up into me while moaning loudly. I smiled devilishly once more, and skipped her womanhood and blew a raspberry directly on her navel. The same vociferous laughter was exerted and my mother was begging within seconds. But this time begging me to let her release. Though I was finding too much enjoyment in teasing her, so I continued to blow raspberries on and around her navel. She laughed and squirmed frantically, and tears began to pour down her face and soak her cheeks yet again.
Knowing that she was on the verge of climax but couldn't reach that point without my attention was thrilling. Because of this, I lifted her tight little shirt up and rested it on her breasts, exposing her equally bright red bra with fully erect nipples beneath. I removed the bra and took hold of her nipples with my index finger and thumb; and subsequently began lightly twisting them in my grasp. She not only moaned but also screamed, "Oh fuck!", while breathing heavier than she has so far. I couldn't help but moan, as she continued to scream and beg me to let her climax. I leaned down and strategically kissed both of her nipples, softly and slowly, as she began to shed a few tears in response to the overwhelming pleasure. While kissing her nipples delicately, I began to simultaneously assault her ribs with my fingertips; causing her to moan and laugh all at once. After another minute, I stopped altogether and looked at my mother with lust. She panted and could barely speak, however looked at me with a nervous expression. The tables had turned, and I was now the one making her nervous; and I couldn't have enjoyed it more.
END OF STORY.
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It is likely that I will make a Part 2, however I was slowly losing the inspiration to continue writing. And you know what they say, "write when the inspiration comes!". So, I had to end it there before I lost track and didn't write very well.
Let me know what you think!
This is going to be my first ever attempt at writing a story. This is going to be written in the first person perspective; and please take into account I did not actually experience this, and none of the story is/was reality. This is a made up story that is supposed to immerse you, and make you feel as though you are in the story - hence first person. So, let me know what you think and constructive criticism is always welcomed by me.
PRE-WARNINGS!
* This story contains some profanity.
* This story contains content that can be viewed as 'taboo' or inappropriate.
* This story contains strongly sexual content.
If any of this content is likely to offend you, discontinue reading. I do not want to perturb or offend anyone.
This story involves the main character who is actually writing the story - by the name of Christopher - along with his mother, Angelina, and another character who is not revealed - namely Annastasia.
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There comes a point where temptation will inevitably take over; in spite of the fact that you tell yourself: "It's not worth it. It's not worth it!". So long as you have some reserved interest for what is tempting you, it will take over. Whether that temptation is a bar of chocolate or a restrained figure on your bed does not matter. Unfortunately even the most socially unaccepted temptations can take over. Even the most risky temptations that could get you into trouble. Even the most evil temptations can take over... This is my story of how what I say is nothing but the truth.
It was a reasonably innocent day to start off with. The sun was gleaming down onto the incandescent blades of grass. The gentle breeze brushed against the softly swaying foliage. Not a single cloud in the sky was to be seen; only a beautifully pure blue sky. The sound of chirping birds filled the air with a sense of tranquility. One of the most incredible things, at least for me at that age, was that I was home alone. Granted, I was 18, however I was a student who lived with his mother. My mother was 'out and about', as she likes to say. So, I had the entire house to myself. At the time I thought it was a spectacular thing - but little did I know, that was about to change.
I made a decision to investigate my mother's room for reasons unknown. I had no idea what ensued by doing this; but what I found was the last thing I expected. I took a step into my mother's elegantly pink-painted room, and stroked my chin. Everything was in its usual organised and neat state. The bed was so flawlessly done with no crinkle in the bedsheets. Each pillow was alligned perfectly with no poor placement. However, next to her bed I couldn't help but notice a half-open draw with what looked like papers, notebooks and so fourth. I assumed it was innocent enough and not much to look at; however being the curious person I was and am, I took a look. The first thing that caught my eye was a deep blue notebook with A4 sized lined paper. Almost every page was full of my mother's handwriting. I took it out and opened it, and began to read the first page. To my astonishment, the opening paragraph to the first page was "Dear diary". I couldn't help but think to myself "Oh dear, I'm going to be a bad person for doing this" . However despite this lingering feeling, I couldn't help but almost automatically begin reading further. I though that the most peculiar thing was the fact that my mother had a diary, more than anything. But I am not one to judge.
The thing is, the first entry dated back to only about two weeks back. This particular entry dated back to when I had a female friend of mine over. Her name is Annastasia, and she has been my friend for well over 4 years. Anna wasn't exactly a 'friend' to me, though, she related to me like no one ever has. She is a rarity, and to this very day I treasure the thought of her. There is definitely something more than just a platonic friendship with Anna, and I think she knows it. Anyway, the day that this entry dates back to was when Anna visited. Specifically, she visited to watch a movie with me; a rather nostalgic movie, "Ace Ventura: Pet Detective". My mother was simultaneously around, offering to cook meals and the usual motherly duties that she refuses to give up - even though I can cook by now. The two of us were sitting down on the couch watching the movie, while being rather close to one another. Not in a metaphorical sense either; we were physically close to each other, our bodies making contact. The feeling was heavenly, and we were watching the movie with utter enjoyment. I would occasionally playfully tickle her unexpectedly, and she wouldn't mind at all. The feeling I got when I tickled her was best described as electrical. I though that the fact that this entry dated back to this memorable day was a coincidence; but it wasn't.
After reading the first paragraph my eyes widened and my heart began to beat faster. My mother had been writing about what she saw as to me and Anna. It said: "I honestly miss the times when me and my husband used to do stuff like that. We would snuggle on the couch and my husband would playfully tickle and touch me. Seeing Chris do that to his lady friend only made me jealous. I almost wish I was Anna in that situation. Chris looks like he's pretty good based on how he was touching Anna.". Missing her husband is one thing... But wanting her son to do what her husband used to do? This was on another level, and I had no idea what to feel. My mother actually had some seemingly sexual thoughts for me. Obviously I couldn't take it too seriously because my mother was feeling lonely. She had been without her husband for years at that point. I can understand the desperation, but I can't understand me being a target. It only got more disturbing as I read further: "When Chris kissed his lady friend on the neck I just lost it in my mind. He was doing everything that my husband used to do to the lucky lass. What I would have done to be Anna in that situation... And I bet that isn't the only place he kisses Anna.". 'Oh dear God', I thought, while continuing to read. Towards the end of the entry my heart skipped a beat as I felt a rush of vibrating chills through my spine, as the conclusive sentence was; "So come Chris, you know you want to!". It's as if she wrote that under the assumption that I would read it one day. I immediately put the book back without even needing to read further; shocked.
Following the rather disturbing read, I understandably felt overwhelmed and shocked. However, as the suddenness of the entry began to dissipate, I thought about it a bit more extensively. Reading that book opened me up to some of the things my mother fantasises about. Despite how wrong it felt, I actually began to feel slightly enticed in the back of my mind. My mother, in the entry, talked about how she would love to be restrained against her will. Apparently her husband used to actively do this; restrain her and do all sorts of... Well, arousing things. At first I felt mortified at the thought, and that I wouldn't ever dream of doing that to my mother. Then... I slowly started relishing the idea of my mother writhing and squirming in bonds. Eventually, I was clouded with the thought and I had nothing else on my mind. To my predicament, I heard my mother enter the house and I frantically put the "diary" back into the draw, shut it and scurried back into my room.
"Hey honey!", my mother yelled from downstairs, "What's the matter? Seemed like you were in a rush for something?". I gulped silently, before replying "No mom, I'm fine.". Of course this was far from the truth, but I didn't want to reveal anything. She came upstairs and entered her room, and immediately became suspicious. A part of the bed had crinkles, and her draw was fully shut as opposed to being half shut. "Honey?", she said, "Yes mom?", "Come in here for a second" she said with a smile. I walked in to find my mother looking at me with a cheeky expression, with her hands on her hip. "W-What is it?", I nervously ask. She stood there with a rather intimidatingly cheeky expression, to say the least. She pouted, and looked into my eyes like she never has before. I assumed it was just motherly affection. Without saying a word, she points to the draw that I looked in, before looking back at me with the same cheeky expression. I gulped and found myself in a predicament; as my face slowly turned red without me noticing. "I-Is there something w-wrong mom?", I nervously ask yet again, and still my mother stood there with that same expression. "I think you know what's going on young man.", she says, as though speaking to a toddler. For a moment I got caught up in a gaze, as I looked at my mother while thinking about the entry. I looked at her midriff and saw a subtle line of her lower tummy. Her shirt didn't quite extend all the way to the bottom of her tight jeans, so that was bound to be exposed. The shirt was slightly cropped and I felt a very slow bulge occurring in my pants. This only caused me to gulp and blush quite noticeably, as I was unable to respond coherently.
My mother merely giggled at my reactions. "Look under the bed sweetie", she said, which made me feel all the more nervous. I hesitantly walked over and crouched down to look under the bed. I found a pair of cuffs. "Go on honey, take them", she urged, as I took the cuffs from beneath the bed and held them in my hands. My mother promptly got onto the bed and stretched her limbs out in a spread eagle position. She gave me a wink; as if she was expecting what would happen next. After a bit of contemplation, I realised what my mother was suggesting and at this point my erection was more visible than ever. What made it worse was that I saw my mother take a long look at my bulge, and I saw her bite her lower lip. I sat on the bed next to my mother, and began restraining her wrists to both corners of the top of the bed. My mother playfully tugged on the cuffs, and she could barely squirm. I did the same to her ankles in no time, and there it was. My mother's enticing figure firmly restrained to the bed, completely stretched out, vulnerable as ever. Because of the position and the fact that she was stretched out, her tight, slightly cropped shirt was stretched up a bit. At this point all of her lower stomach was revealed, as well as her navel.
The nervousness eventually dissipated and I found myself clouded with excitement and lust. I straddled my mother's hips gently and readily placed my fingertip on her lower tummy. She mildly giggled and vigilantly looked down at my finger. I trailed my index finger in a horizontal line along her lower tummy, just barely brushing against the belt on her jeans. She let out a few soft giggles and began to softly tug and squirm beneath me. I introduced another index finger, and trailed them both in an upward line from her lower tummy, until approaching her navel. I noticed a rather significant tug when my fingers went near her navel. I smiled, and slowly placed my fingertip inside her navel. I felt her abs flex in response; and better still, I saw her abs flex. It was aesthetically pleasing, to say the least. I performed circular motions inside her navel with my index finger, and already my mother was endlessly giggling and writhing. I picked up the pace and roughly pressed down into her navel and wriggled it around. My mother couldn't contain the bouts of giggles and the entire room was soon filled with the sound of my mother's loud laughter. After a few more seconds of concentration on her navel, I retracted my index finger and saw my mother panting. "Oh my word," she said while panting, "Oh my word... I wasn't wrong.". Feeling devilish, I began squeezing her sides, just above her hips, without any kind of verbal or physical warning. My mother burst into a spout of vehement laughter, while attempting to scream "Oh my God!" continuously.
I continued to ruthlessly tickle her without any more lingering concern. I continued squeezing her sides for an extra minute, and towards the end of that minute I heard my mother trying to yell "Wait!" and "Stop!" through the laughter. Oppositely, this gave me the drive to continue, so I quickly inserted my finger in her navel and began endlessly wriggling inside it. Her laughter stopped for less than a second, only to increase in volume as I suddenly start assaulting her navel. At this point it was blatantly obvious that my mother was trying to yell "Stop!" and even "Please!". I merely evilly smiled, and introduced my free hand while the hand in use continued to assault her navel. I pinched and poked every inch of her almost-red stomach simultaneously, causing my mother to transition into almost silent laughter. I continued this without considering anything, while simply gazing at her hard stomach with visible, luscious abs. I looked up at my mother after realising her laughter was no more, and found her with a few tears dripping down her cheek as she could barely say anything; let alone laugh. Despite everything, this only gave me more of a drive and I leaned down to blow a raspberry onto her lower tummy while my two hands continued to assault every inch of her stomach. The laughter momentarily increased in volume, only to transition back into silent laughter. Her face was damp with teardrops at this point, as they ceaselessly dripped down. I couldn't believe it; I brought my mother to the point of crying, and actually wanted to go further. She was furiously tugging against the bonds and crying like I have never seen her cry before.
Still strangely smiling at the sight of my helpless, crying mother, I leaned down to blow a few more extensive raspberries for the following few minutes; all done while my hands assaulted her aching stomach. Her laughter regained a tiny bit of volume, and I heard her yell "Chris!" and "Please!" through the never ending laughter. I looked up at her after the extensive raspberries, and stopped the tickling. It was only fair; considering her face was soaking with teardrops and she was seemingly almost about to pass out. "Chris... Chris please... Please, be gentle..." she begged, and the sound of her begging aroused me beyond belief. I wiggled my fingers in her vision, tormentingly slowly lowering the wiggling fingers down to her vulnerable stomach as she began to tug and squirm. The wriggled from left to right in an attempt to avoid my fingers, as she shook her head frantically and tried to yell "No!". I had more fun than I ever had in my life, tormenting my mother like this.
However, despite threatening her with my wiggling fingers, I stopped and leaned down to plant a kiss on her lower stomach. I looked up and saw my mothers eyes widen, and no laughter was exerted in response. I planted another kiss on her lower stomach, and this time I heard a very soft and sensual moan release. Based on this, I began kissing her lower tummy in a horizontal line, JUST above her jeans. It wasn't long before my mother arched into me, as her lower tummy was pressed into my lips while I planted the kisses. I looked up briefly and saw my mother biting her lower lip with what looked like quite some force. I smiled devilishly, and removed her belt and slightly lowered her jeans - only to reveal an enticing pair of bright red panties. I planted a kiss just above the panties, which caused my mother to release a very loud and lusty moan. Continuing the teasing, I planted a kiss directly on top of her panties; kissing her womanhood beneath the panties. As I detached my lips, I saw her thrust her hips up into me while moaning loudly. I smiled devilishly once more, and skipped her womanhood and blew a raspberry directly on her navel. The same vociferous laughter was exerted and my mother was begging within seconds. But this time begging me to let her release. Though I was finding too much enjoyment in teasing her, so I continued to blow raspberries on and around her navel. She laughed and squirmed frantically, and tears began to pour down her face and soak her cheeks yet again.
Knowing that she was on the verge of climax but couldn't reach that point without my attention was thrilling. Because of this, I lifted her tight little shirt up and rested it on her breasts, exposing her equally bright red bra with fully erect nipples beneath. I removed the bra and took hold of her nipples with my index finger and thumb; and subsequently began lightly twisting them in my grasp. She not only moaned but also screamed, "Oh fuck!", while breathing heavier than she has so far. I couldn't help but moan, as she continued to scream and beg me to let her climax. I leaned down and strategically kissed both of her nipples, softly and slowly, as she began to shed a few tears in response to the overwhelming pleasure. While kissing her nipples delicately, I began to simultaneously assault her ribs with my fingertips; causing her to moan and laugh all at once. After another minute, I stopped altogether and looked at my mother with lust. She panted and could barely speak, however looked at me with a nervous expression. The tables had turned, and I was now the one making her nervous; and I couldn't have enjoyed it more.
END OF STORY.
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It is likely that I will make a Part 2, however I was slowly losing the inspiration to continue writing. And you know what they say, "write when the inspiration comes!". So, I had to end it there before I lost track and didn't write very well.
Let me know what you think!
