Mending a Mother's Pain Ch. 02

So I suddenly changed positions.

I concentrated, moved from the coffee table to the couch, and started kneading her shoulders. Her flesh was hot beneath my hands. "That feels so nice," she whispered, her voice gentle and loose. "I really needed this. Thank you, sweetheart."

Honestly, massaging her arms from the coffee table was weird, and she knew it. "Why don't you find a different position if it's more comfortable?" she suggested. It was a good idea. "Maybe," I said, and she scooched so that I could kneel beside her on the couch.

Placed as I had been beside her hips, I was suddenly all to conscious of what my body was doing, and I was just as careful to keep anything erect from bumping against her. I worked her shoulders, and the back of her neck. She tipped her head back, eyes falling shut as she released a soft moan of pure relaxation. That voice unleashed something deep inside of me that was greater than anything I had ever known.

The towel was now lying on the coffee table. After a while of enjoying her shoulders I went to her back, slowly working my hands faster, working down near her large hips. My body tensed with anticipation. I rubbed her weak back and she shiver, moaning a little deeper, a little more sated.

I changed my attention to the sides of her rib cage, and barely grazing the sides of her breasts. I let my touch brush against her, then slid it over the bony jut of her waist. Her legs spread a little and I inserted one knee between them and knelt in front of her as I went on. I ran my hands down from her lower back to her even lower back.

She said nothing other than uttering little moans. I leaned forward to get to the other side and my erection brushed the crease of her hips. I immediately leaned back, blank-minded, hoping she hadn't noticed. "Maybe she didn't," I assuaged my thoughts and kept massaging. My fingers brushed her twisted skirt. "'If it's in the way, you can take it off," she said, shifting her hips, a touch.

I froze, momentarily dazed. "Uh, okay," I managed. I moved off to the side between her legs and took hold of the waistband of her shirt. "There's a zipper," she interrupted, "down the center of the back." I smoothed the fabric down, located the zipper and then slowly pulled down the zipper, exposing the elastic waistband of her panties. She raised her hips as I lifted the skirt, and as it fell to the floor, the view of her hips barely covered, a wisp of red riding up between, it nearly sent me over the edge.

I started massaging again, and she settled into it, spreading her legs. My eyes feel on the small triangle of cloth concealing her, just a bit wedged in and darker here and there. As I moved down, my right knee bumped her hips, again and again. At first, we both tensed, pretended nothing was amiss. But as I pushed harder, her soft moans and hums became louder. Her hips moved just the least little bit, and I thought she had been moving away from my knee.

When I did, she pushed back against me and rotated her hips. She could not fail to feel the moisture through her panties. My own body started to respond, and I lost my concentration. I let my hands travel her back, from her hips to her waist and around to her stomach, rubbing up and down. She moaned more audibly, rubbing her hips against my knee, the dampness of silk distinct against my leg. My white cotton boxers were such a godsend that they barely held it in.

"This is just so good," she said softly. I wasn't sure if she meant the massage, or my knee. Seizing it, I pressed her hips harder, her moans turning to longer, deeper sounds. Massaging her hips I massaged her fleshy hams rhythmically pulling them apart. She raised them a little, freeing my hands up some more, her wetness rubbing more of itself against me.

The boundaries between us were fading. The skin of my hands moved over her hips, taking sly peeks of private parts as I moved in rounds. Her hips slowed; moving in a more steady rotation. I kept that focused gaze on her; I was starstruck.

Before you, I've only had brief encounters with women, always in darkness or confined spaces, never with enough space to actually explore. Well, there was a woman's body, spread open to touch and eye, right in front of me. She writhed at my knees, moaning loudly with loud gasps. She's near, I thought, my own arousal straining as I moved along.

Then it happened. Her hips arched, her body shivering. "Oh my God," she sighed, still leaning into me and taking sharp breaths, each one ending on a soft sound. Her breathing calmed, and I left my hands on her hips. She let off the pressure, so I stopped. "Don't quit," she said hoarsely, "it's soothing.

The atmosphere was electric as I went on, her breaths coming raggedly from beneath. Finally, she spoke. "Please take off my underwear. It's uncomfortable." I pulled off the thin string, freeing some fabrics as I brought it slowly down. She moved her legs to assist, the cloth snagging for a moment before hurtling to her knees. The sight of her hips completely naked was like an electric shock to me. I plopped the wet cloth on the coffee table, trying not to let myself get worked up.

"I already did the backs of your legs," I whispered. She hesitated, then raised her hips a bit, bending her feet towards me for balance and resting her weight on her elbows. "I know this is wrong," she said, "but we're in too deep to walk away now." She looked at me and I stopped breathing. Her foot slid to the floor, and she turned to look at me directly.

My eyes drifted down her legs, pausing at the small heart-shaped patch which was still fully groomed despite the extremity of the situation. And her breasts were plump and full, probably a handful in both hands. Her eyes and mine connected and her face turned red as she realized I was seeing everything. She shuffled closer and took my hand, placing it between her legs. "Massage here," she said softly. "Please."

They slipped easily but surely inside her warmth. "Slowly, not too fast," she said, unbuttoning my shorts. She and I were both very careful with my fingers as she reached up my leg and into my underwear to held me. It was electrifying, almost orgasmic for all I care. I knelt down in front of me; and she freed me from my underwear. "I had some treating you to do," she winked, tongue trailing a path that had me reeling. A few seconds after that, I experienced the most intense orgasm ever, with her lips and tongue leading me through it.

Then she stripped my last garments off of me and took me to bed. She requested a second hip massage, and I could see everything without obstructions. "You like looking, don't you?" she teased, seeing my embarrassed expression. "Touch it," she wheedled, and my finger just touched her. "Have you ever tried anal?" she asked. I shook my head. She smiled. "We'll try later. For now, just the outside."

My body responded instantly. "This is it, this is what I've been waiting for," she said, turning to lie flat, legs spread. I licked her, then she guided me close and kissed me hard, my tongue tasting her mixed with her lipstick. We kissed and she directed me into her and rocked back and forth until I filled her completely. Our rhythm matched perfectly, her moans becoming more passionate. My earlier show had given me legs, her sounds pushing me even harder.

Her eyes rolled back in her head and her tits were bouncing to our rhythm. She came again and I moved up, lifting her without any effort. She was such a good size in my arms. I lifted her up and down, the sound of her moans getting higher as she floated in pleasure. Her shaking tits and drunken face were making me fucking crazy. My second orgasm was drawn out, clamping down on my as we fell to the side still joined.

I found it hot and her flushed face and teary eyes turned me on even more, after, when we weren't wheezy. She snatched a bottle of glycerin off her dresser with a wink. "And now for the place you've dreamed of." She turned, her body inviting. Some of the glycerin I applied and slowly inserted my finger. "Slowly," she said, "this is new for me also. This is yours."

Her words thrilled me. I added more fingers as she relaxed, I could tell that she was getting so excited. Slathering myself, I pushed in against her, all the way in. She got used to the sensation and started moaning out of pure pleasure. "You're so beautiful," I murmured, my hands grabbing at her hips. The answer was sobering; the squeeze pulled the notch even tighter. I cupped her breasts, one hand on her lower back, and thrust with her, keeping her against me until she came again, shaking so hard it made her muscles commotion. I dashed after, dizzy with the thought.

Then we both fell asleep, but then continued and lost ourselves in it. I figured divorce wouldn't put out the flames of connection.