The Floor waxing show 2

Note : This story is completely fictional!

The second part of my classic story enjoy my readers those who loves to fuck your own mother.

When Dad flipped his newspaper to change pages, Mom quickly pulled her housecoat up around her legs but when he stuck his nose behind the paper again, she turned once more to me, pushed the housecoat aside, and swung her right knee out wide, so wide that her pussy lips parted. She smiled sweetly at me. "What are you up to today, Luke?"

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe I'll just hang around home with you, Mom."

"I'm going shopping all day, sweetie, but I'll be back when Dad gets home."

Christ, she was really playing hardball. She'd got me all worked up and now she was going to leave me. I pushed my chair back, got up and left the kitchen, walking angrily upstairs toward my room. Mom called out just as I reached the top of the stairs. "Luke, honey wait." I stopped to let her catch up to me. "I'm sorry, honey, I was just teaching you a lesson. Don't be mad."

"You're going out all day and I have to stay here," I whined. "You said I could watch you."

"Oh, poor baby. I'll just go out this morning for groceries and then come back for a movie. Ok, sweetie? Would you like that?"

"Yeah, mom, I would." I reached out and pulled the belt undone on her housecoat, pulling it open with both hands. She had a sexy, short nightie on underneath.

"No, baby, none of that. Just a movie," she said.

"You said I could look. I want to look at you. You're really are beautiful, Mom."

"You can look a little but no touching, understand?"

"We'll see."

"No, we won't see. I'll let you look but no touching. Don't try anything like yesterday, kapeesh? Or I won't play anymore."

"Alright, I won't touch you unless you let me," I said.

"I won't let you."

"But I can kiss you, right?"

"Yes, you can kiss me, but nicely, and only if you're a good boy. I don't want to see any of that naughty, badass little Luke. Promise?"

"Promise, Mom."

She didn't get home from shopping until after 1pm and it was almost 2 before we settled in on the couch for a movie. I had drawn the curtains to dim the light. She complained about it, saying it would look weird to the neighbors, but left them closed. She came downstairs in her housecoat, the tightly cinched belt accenting her narrow waist as she sauntered toward me on the couch. She swung down, sitting beside me. I started the movie right away and pulled back away from her, making room to pull her toward me and swung her legs up on the couch.

"I can't watch the movie if I'm facing this way," she complained.

"Turn your head to the side, you can see it," I said as I reached down to undo the belt on her housecoat.

"What are you doing?"

"You said I could look."

"I'm not going to watch a movie while you sit there and gawk at me."

I realized I was going about this all wrong. I had planned to play it very cool but her late arrival had left me eager and impatient. I was going to blow it. I needed to recover.

"No mom. I was just trying to make you more comfortable before I get you a glass of wine. I got up and went to the kitchen, filling a large glass of wine and bringing it and the bottle back with me. After handing it to her and setting the bottle on the coffee table, I said, "I think I'll get into something more comfortable too, Mom."

I left and went upstairs. The fear of screwing things up had made my boner subside, and cleared my head. I shucked my jeans and undies and put on a pair of pajama bottoms. I put my timer on for ten minutes and forced myself to stay, until it went off. Then I returned downstairs, looking as relaxed as I could.

She was watching the movie, having twisted herself half into the corner of the couch and putting her elbow up on the arm. She was laying on her side with her legs stretched along the couch. Her robe was still undone and had parted, letting the low cut nightie show through. I could see the bare insides of her tits, and one nipple poking up against the light material. Her glass was almost empty.

As I approached, she said, "You were gone for a long time. Were you sulking?"

I sat down on the edge of the couch in front of her, picked the wine bottle up from the table and filled her glass. "Yes, mom, but I'm over it now. I'd rather be with you even if you don't let me look. I just like being near you."

"Oh, honey, that's sweet. You can look if you like, I don't mind. I was just teasing you." She tried to twist a littler more onto her back but was blocked by me sitting in front and leaning against her tummy. She raised her glass to her lips, took a long drink of wine, then faced me with soft, sultry eyes, "Open my robe for me a little, will you. I can't do it while I'm holding my wine."

"No, mom. You'll have to do it. That would be touching. You'll have to drink your wine first."

"I can't drink it that fast, darling. You won't be able to see anything until the end of the movie."

"That's OK, mom. You watch the movie and sip your wine. I'm happy just to be here," and I reached out to touch her hair. She shrugged and turned back to watch the movie. I kept gently touching her hair, stroking the side of her head and under her ears. After a few minutes I could tell she was aware of me watching her while I caressed her. She started to sip her wine more frequently. Soon it was gone. She asked me to put her glass down for her, which I did. As I leaned forward to do so, she paused the movie, twisted onto her back and shifted down so her head was resting against the arm of the couch. When I turned back to her, she reached up and parted her robe, pulling the lapels out until they were on the outside of her breasts. I could see both hard nipples poking up against the satiny material of her nightie, and the inside swell of both breasts were clearly visible.

"I'm going to take a little rest from the movie. The wine has made me a little sleepy. You can watch something else, if you like," and she closed her eyes, a satisfied smile on her face.

I sat for several minutes, taking her in, before grasping her robe at her waist, where it was still closed, and pulling it apart, laying it out to the sides of her legs all the way along. This yielded two tremendous surprises for me, one of which I'm sure mom was unaware. First, her nightie was held together all down the front, a lace threading back and forth through each side from bodice to hem. Second, sliding down on the couch had pulled her nightie up to her hips. I was staring down at her panties with just a strip over the front and two little side straps disappearing around her waist just over her hips. "Wow," I whispered. She smiled.

"Can I look at your tummy, Mom? I just want to look at your tummy, it's like a teenager's." She smiled again. I lightly tugged on her nightie, pulling it even higher to bare her tummy. As I did so, I undid the lace at the top, and pulled it down, leaving the sides of the nightie disconnected along the entire front. I stared at her flat tummy, "Wow," I whispered again, and was rewarded with another pleased smile. My eyes followed her tummy as it pouted up around her navel and then sloped down to her panties, over a field of blondish fuzz, and the pussy underneath. My eyes burned into the line drawn between her pussy lips. I willed her pussy to move, but it didn't budge, or even quiver.

I turned back to face her. Her breathing was regular but shallow, as if taking an afternoon nap, but I was sure she was awake and aware of my appreciative eyes. I was trembling, and I'm sure she could sense that. "Thanks for letting me look at you, Mom. I love you. I absolutely love looking at you," I said as I gently pulled her parted nightie completely to the side, baring her little tits to my rapturous gaze. God, how I wanted to grab them, to squeeze the nipples between my fingers, to suck them into my mouth. I lowered my mouth down, right above her stiff, extended nipple.

"No touching, Luke," she whispered.

"I'm not, Mom. I'm just looking, I'm just getting close to you." I blew on her nipple with my warmth breath.

"Luke."

I blew some more.

"Luke. No touching."

"I'm not touching, Mom. I'm just blowing."

"Oh, you are so incorrigible. You've always got an angle."

I blew again. She let me. Her nipple noticeably hardened. I switched back and forth between her tits, blowing on each nipple in turn. Then raised up and kisser her, on her mouth.

"Luke."

"You said we could kiss." And I kissed her again. I worked her lips but she wouldn't let me slip my tongue in her mouth. I kissed her for a few minutes, then trailed my way down to her tummy, blowing all the way, lingering at each nipple. When I reached her tummy, I blew down the line at the top of each leg, crossing between them directly over her pussy, blowing all the time. I went back and forth, pausing to give an extra hard and warm blow on her panties right over her pussy.

"Luke," she whispered.

I slid up to her face. "What?"

"Be good."

"I will, Mom," I said, and kissed her. I slipped my tongue into her mouth and we had a very long, intense kiss. When we finished, gasping for air, I said, "Open your legs." She didn't respond. "Open your legs, Mom." Not a move. "Open your legs a little for me, Mom." Her legs parted. I kissed her again, my tongue fully into her with no resistance, and then blew my way down to her parted legs.

I started blowing on her pussy again. I rested my head against the inside of her left leg, pressing it back against the couch. I used my hand, a clear touching violation, to push her other leg out, opening her crotch and pulling at the strip of panty covering the front of her pussy, baring one side. I began gently blowing on her bare cunt. Soon, it was pulsing at me in response to my adoring wind. I blew harder every so often, more frequently, now, trying to form an air finger to stab into her slit. She was wet. I had her going. She was pulsing quite quickly now. I stuck my tongue out between blows and let it touch her pussy lips, then let it slip into her cunt. She was grunting now. "Unghh, unghh, uunnghhhhh, ugh, ugh, ugh, uuunngghhhhhh!" She came. I quickly slid up and lay on her, raining little kisses on her face, forehead, neck. and mouth. I had my hard cock pressing right on her pussy, the head sticking out on her bare tummy. I held it firmly against her.

"Luke, you touched me," she accused me, surprised but not angered.

"No, Mom, I didn't," I lied, "I didn't. I just blew, honest."

"Ok, honey, Ok. Whew, that was different. We can't let your Dad find out about that."