Pleasing My Mom


Pleasing My Mom

A few weeks ago, I was having trouble falling asleep after a stressful day at work. I was lying in bed when I started thinking about my mom. It had been a while since I had seen her, and I missed her dearly. I knew she was in town, which made it all the more difficult to take. I was so desperate to see her, to hear her laugh and to just be near her.

And then I had a naughty thought that invaded my mind. I would surprise my mom with a pleasurable experience that I had grown to love and she had probably never tried before. I would drive over to her house in the middle of the night and sneak her out of her bedroom quietly. I would take her for a ride in my car and find a remote place, away from the city lights, so that we could have a special experience together.

I had never thought about being intimate with my mom before, but something inside me was pushing me in a new direction, causing me to think of her in a whole new way. I was curious and excited and scared, all at the same time. I knew, deep down, that if I let go and allowed this lustful curiosity to overtake me, nothing would ever be the same.

I arrived at mom’s house and quietly made my way up the stairs, careful to not make a sound. When I arrived at her bedroom, I found her sleeping sweetly, her face so innocent and beautiful. I wanted to take her away right then and there. I wanted to wake her and tell her all the naughty things I had planned, and maybe even give her a preview of what was to come.

But I resisted my urges and instead opted to gently slip into bed with her. I carefully placed my arms around her body and gently began to caress her. Her body felt warm and inviting, and I loved the sensation of her soft skin beneath my fingertips. Slowly I began to kiss her neck and shoulders, lightly running my fingertips over her curves.

I slowly removed her sleeping shirt, revealing a perfect body. I kissed and licked every inch of her exposed skin, causing her to slowly become aroused. I could feel her tremble under my touch and I knew I was having the desired effect. I began to gently kiss her lips, letting my hands explore the rest of her body. Mom sighed with pleasure, obviously enjoying my touch.

I moved my body gently between her legs and slowly entered her. I felt her body react and I moved in and out slowly, increasing the pace as mom’s breathing became deeper. She moaned and groaned with pleasure and I felt her body tense up now and then as her pleasure increased. As my orgasm approached, I let out a satisfied sigh and buried my head in the crook of mom’s neck.

Mom and I collapsed together in a blissful state of euphoria, our bodies intertwined and our souls connected. We lay there for several moments, both of us breathless and fulfilled. As the intensity of the moment began to fade away, we spoke softly to each other, sharing words of love and admiration. Nothing else mattered in that moment, only the love we had for one another.

When I arrived back home I was filled with joy and contentment, knowing that I had made my mom feel special. Not only had I pleased her in ways we had never experienced before, but I had also opened up a new type of conversation between us. We had discussed aspects of sex that we had never spoken about before, and it felt like a huge weight had been lifted off our hearts.

My mom and I had reached a whole new level of understanding, and I knew that our bond was stronger than ever. Pleasing my mom in such an intimate way left me with a feeling of contentment, knowing that I had brought her pleasure when she needed it most. From that night onwards, we spoke a little more candidly about the subject of sex, and we never looked back.