The Girl On The Video - S01 E08

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The Girl On The Video - S01 E08

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 8

"You're not going like that are you?" I said.

"What do you mean?"

I rolled my eyes. "If you were going out to dinner with your sister, how would you dress?"

She bit her lip but didn't say anything. So I took her arm and gave her a gentle shove back towards her bedroom.

"Making up with Jesse and I will be easier if you cut the act" I said. "Go put on something more appropriate or should I say inappropriate. You know you want to, you practically telegraphed it earlier. Your reaction was topic A on the ride home."

She still didn't move, she just stood there, frozen.

I slapped her ass then gave her a gentle shove towards the bedroom.

"I've already seen every inch of your body," I added. "After what you put me through, you better be ready to use it to make me happy. Every inch of it, every hole."

The wicked smile I had seen flash to life earlier in the day crawled back across my mother's face. She leaned forward and kissed me on the lips gently, then put her cheek next to mine and whispered in my ear

"I knew I raised you right," she whispered. "I'll be a few." Then turned and walked very slowly into her bedroom, stripping off her blouse and her dress along the way and leaving them laying on the floor. She paused at the door to her bedroom in just her bra and thong. She bent over and gaped her ass behind the cord of the thong, then turned, winked, and disappeared inside.

When she emerged a half hour later, my mother wore a thin red spaghetti tank that accentuated her curves, showed a lot of cleavage, and revealed her nipples at just the right angle and light. She had on a tight fitting stretchy denim mini skirt, that barely covered her ass, fishnets, and heels. Her makeup was flawless.

I literally gulped when I saw her. The woman we had met with earlier in the morning had been conservative to a fault. The woman I stared at now, mouth open, I could envision as the star of those videos we had seen. She was incredibly hot and beautiful.

She twirled once in front of me.

"Better?" she asked.

I nodded.

She came forward, pressed her chest against mine, and kissed me long and hard on the lips. She slipped a hand down and ran it up my thigh, cupping my suddenly awake cock.

"I'm glad you like it," she said, then disengaged.

"You better be," I said, pinching her nipple through the fabric.

We went to an Italian place for dinner. I had been battling butterflies in my stomach all day, so I just ate light, and my mother followed suit. We had a really nice, relaxed dinner. My mother looked gorgeous.

As we talked and chatted, I noticed that her top seemed to keep sinking lower and lower, revealing more and more cleavage. I really didn't want to keep looking at her chest, but every time I looked down, I seemed to keep finding it.

She didn't seem to mind, and I wasn't sure if her top crawling down her chest was her doing or just something that happened organically. But either way, by the time we finished dinner, I could just make out the top edge of her aureoles poking above the fabric.

After the dinner we went back to the hotel and dipped into the bar for a nightcap. We took a seat in a booth in a corner and ordered drinks.

My mother leaned over and lay her head on my shoulder and I put my arm around her. I could smell her perfume, her chest against my side. Her top had slid down even further her right nipple was in danger of complete freedom.

I felt a budding erection in my pants.

My mother put her hand on my knee, then slowly slid it up my leg until it was resting just below the tent in my pants.

"You know," she said. "After what you did for me, I can never deny you. Nor can I deny your sister, or probably that friend of yours, since she seems to be the one who sorted all this out. Anything you want, just say the word."

Her hand hovered next to my cock as she looked up at me.

I leaned forward and kissed her. I ran my hand across her breasts underneath the thin fabric of her tank, letting my fingertips hover over her nipples.

"Do you want me?" she asked.

"I want you. Jesse wants you. Megan wants you. We all want you," I said. "But do you want me? Do you want us?"

She smiled and kissed me as an answer, kissing deeper, letting our tongues intertwine. I slipped a hand inside her top and gently caressed her breast. She moaned and stroked my cock faster.

We threw back the rest of our drinks and scurried to the elevator- need, desire, lust driving us. Once the elevator doors closed and we tumed the penthouse key, we grabbed each other as the elevator and my cockrose. I pulled down her top and released her big, soft, mommy tits. I ran my tongue around the pebbly nipple, tasting the tip, flicking my tongue. My mother moaned as I finally planted my lips on the end and sucked gently. Her nipple hardened in my mouth.

I had seen videos of her tits, I had watched Brenda suck at them, and I had seen my mother pull them up to her mouth to lick them. But the video was nothing compared to the soft, bountiful, delightful real thing, and I buried myself in them.

I ran my tongue down through the valley between her breasts to the other mound and repeated the performance, licking around the nipple before finally pressing my lips and sucking. I stretched her nipple out, more than doubling its length, but my mother only smiled down at me. Behind me the elevator dinged and doors popped open on the penthouse level.

Without even pulling her top back up, my mother pulled me across the hall and into her apartment. Once Inside the door she pushed me against the wall and pressed her lips against mine, unbuttoning my shirt and pushing her mountainous breasts against my chest. I ran my hands down her back and down her ass, pulling down the zipper in the back of her skirt and pushing it to the floor. I stretched her ass apart then felt between her legs - she wasn't wearing any underwear and my fingers met with her thick, soaking wet labia.

She unbuckled my belt, unhooked my slacks and pushed them and my boxers to the floor, grabbing my cock in her hands and stroking it. We stood there just inside the door, hands stroking each other's bodies, lips locked on each other, moans of pleasure filling the air.

To Be Continued...