I Made Love with My Mother Pt.2

It was another day and I woke up late. Mom was already in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. She wore a tight blouse that clung to every curve and pants that marked her large and rounded butt. Every time she moved, I couldn't help but notice how her ass moved from side to side.

I approached her from behind, intending to surprise her. I wrapped my arms around her, feeling her soft body against mine. I gave her a kiss on the head, something we used to do, but today I did it with a slightly more intense intention. She laughed softly, a sound that made me smile.

Without saying a word, I leaned in closer and my penis rubbed against her butt. I felt her body react to the contact, and I moved a little more to rub against her. She stayed still for a moment, feeling the friction, and then started moving lightly, as if she was enjoying the contact.

Ah! What are you doing? she said, her voice sounding surprised but also playful.

Just wanted to give you a hug, I replied, smiling while continuing the contact. What's going on?

She let out a nervous laugh and her butt moved a little more against me, as if she was seeking the friction.

Don't play innocent, she said, still not turning around. What are your plans for today?

Nothing special, just thought we could do something together, I said, noticing how her body continued to press against mine. How about we do something different?

She remained in the same position, with her butt pressing against my penis, and looked at me over her shoulder.

Dad called this morning. He said he'll be staying at work for two weeks. So I thought we could have some fun. How about painting a room? Or maybe going out to dance or learning something new?

As she spoke, her body moved lightly, and I felt her butt rubbing against me more. She seemed to be responding to the contact, adjusting closer.

That sounds great! I said. with a smile—. I'd love to spend time with you and do something different.

She laughed and continued moving lightly against me, as if she were enjoying the touch.

—Perfect, then. Let's have some fun. —she said, stroking my arm with a smile and still leaning in—. I'm excited to spend time with you.

The way her body responded to contact made me feel a spark of desire. The idea of being alone with her for the next few weeks felt more attractive with each moment we spent together. The tension between us was palpable, and I couldn't wait to see how things would develop.

We were ready to paint the room. Mom arrived with a loose T-shirt tied just below her breast, showing her navel and a piece of her abdomen. The short she wore was so short it barely covered anything, leaving her thick and firm legs visible. I saw her and almost dropped my jaw. Every time she moved, the T-shirt would lift up and the short would cling to that big butt. It was impossible not to look at her.

I was wearing a normal short and T-shirt, but it was costing me to concentrate. Every time she moved, stretched or bent, my gaze would wander towards her.

She leaned over to open a paint can, and the short rode up even more, showing off more of those legs that drove me crazy. As she passed behind me to grab a brush, I felt her butt pressing against mine. It wasn't an accident; I felt it clearly, and the heat and humidity of her body hit me immediately.

—Oops, sorry —she said with a mischievous smile as she moved against me.

—Don't worry about it —I replied, trying to hide how uncomfortable I was.

She continued moving around the room. At one point, she bent down to pick something up and her butt pressed against mine with a stronger touch. I felt the heat and pressure of her butt against my body. She laughed as she did it. You have to move faster if you want to avoid these 'accidents' —she commented with a playful tone.

Later, she passed by me and gave me another nudge. This time, the friction was more evident, and the heat of her body against mine became more intense. She turned around to look at me with a mischievous smile.

How's the painting going? she asked, with her butt still pressed against mine.

More distracted than painting, I said, with a nervous laugh.

When she bent down to pick something up from the floor, her butt stuck to me with much more force. I felt that she was a little wet and realized that all this wasn't an accident. She was clearly enjoying the situation and wanted me to notice it too.

What do you think of these 'accidents'? she said, slowly getting up and looking at me with a saucy smile.

Definitely not accidents, I replied, realizing that everything was intentional.

She passed behind me and her butt stuck to mine intentionally. I felt how she moved against me, and the heat of her body became more evident. She looked at me with a mischievous smile while her rear end rubbed against me, and I knew she was also attracted to me.

Isn't there anything you want to say about these 'accidents'? she asked, amused.

Just that you're making me think of everything except the painting, I said, with a smile that couldn't be hidden.

She came closer to wipe some paint off my face, and the friction of her fingers made the tension even more palpable.

I like keeping you on your toes, she said, smiling conspiratorially.

It was impossible to concentrate on the painting with all those rubs and constant closeness. Every time she moved, those nudges kept me thinking about anything except work.

While we were painting, my mom leaned down to pick something up, and her butt rubbed against mine. The contact was direct and wet, and I noticed how her short adjusted even more, with evident droplets. I felt the the warmth and humidity of her body, and I realized I was quite excited. —Oh no! —she exclaimed, upon seeing the large white paint stain on my black shirt—. I think I've made a mess. —Don't worry about it —I replied, laughing—. Now I have a limited edition shirt. She approached with a mischievous smile and decided to offer to clean the stain. She took a piece of her own shirt from the bottom, moistened it with a little saliva, and came over to me. As she did, her body rubbed against mine, and her breasts collided with my chest. I couldn't help but notice how her breasts moved with each touch. —Let me help you with that —she said, her voice loaded with flirtation as her breasts pressed against my chest. She tried to clean the stain, but didn't seem to be having much success. She realized the shirt was too stained and laughed. —I think this isn't going to work —she said, smiling—. Better take off your shirt and wash it later. Without waiting for a response, she took off my shirt with speed that caught me by surprise. As she did, I saw her eyes scan my toned torso, and noticed how she was biting her lips, clearly admiring what she saw. —Wow, it looks like you've been working hard at the gym —she commented, with an admiring tone—. You're quite in shape. She looked at me while holding my shirt in her hands, and the tension between us was at its peak. I couldn't help but feel the constant rubbing of her body against mine, and the situation was becoming increasingly intense as we joked and laughed.