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Gentle Awakening

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: GentleBreeze Posted on: 03 Jul 2003 1 comments
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When I got home the next day (see Gentle Learning), Mom was just leaving.When I got home the next day (see Gentle Learning), Mom was just leaving. She told me Dad would be home about 7 and she was going into town to pick up some things. She asked me to light the oven at 5:30, if she wasn't back.I went to my room, put my things away, and changed into shorts and a t-shirt. I had some homework, so I took my book into the kitchen and started working. As I worked, I kept thinking about the panties in Mom's drawer.The more I thought about them, the more I wanted to touch them. I thought I shouldn't, but why not? Mom said it was OK; she said they were mine. I started to feel funny, inside.When stood up, I could feel my dick pressing against my shorts. I headed for Mom's bedroom, feeling all messed up. She told me it was OK, but I felt like I was sneaking. I went to her dresser and opened her drawer. There they were!!!I looked at them, feeling my dick get harder and harder. Finally, I picked up a pair, and rubbed their softness against my cheek. As I savored the touch of the satiny material against my skin, I glanced at Mom's underthings; some simple and practical, and some lacy and frilly and beautiful. One brassiere was so gorgeous I just had to touch it.I stood there, feeling the softness of the panties and drinking in the beauty of Mom's things. I lifted my t-shirt and rubbed the panties on my stomach and chest. Then I slipped my shorts down and started rubbing the panties all over my dick. It felt so great. I can't describe it.I'd planned on taking the panties to my room, but, somehow, I forgot. As the wonderful feelings got stronger, I picked up Mom's beautiful brassiere and sat on her bed. I rubbed her bra all over my face and stroked my dick with the panties. I gently rubbed the head, then the shaft, pulling the skin all the way back, then back to the head, and the shaft, and the head, and the shaft, and the shaft and the shaft, and the feeling grew so strong I didn't want to be gentle. I could feel the eruption coming and I wanted it right now, right now, right nooooowwwwwww.Afterwards, I just sat there, feeling a little odd, a little drained. It felt strange to be touching my mother's bra. I'd known her for a long time, but I didn't remember ever thinking about her breasts. It wasn't like Mrs. Branson, who was huge. The boys all talked about how big Mrs. Branson's tits are. I wondered what it would be like to touch them. It wasn't like Dorothy Sendak, who was so beautiful, and so quiet. When she wore a sweater, I wanted to touch her. it made me excited, just looking at her. It wasn't like Miss Weston in the physics lab. When Miss Weston leaned forward, her tits hung down and I could see part of them. I liked to clean the lab so I could be with her, but I never let her catch me peeking.It wasn't like any of them. It was different. As I sat there, thinking, I thought I could remember Mom feeding me. My tongue made a kind of sucking motion against the roof of my mouth and I felt like I could remember my nose rubbing against Mommy's soft, warm breast. I could almost taste the sweet milk.As I let my mind run, I felt the cool wetness of the panties and realized I had gotten hard again. The panties were damp and cool, but they didn't feel bad. I rubbed them against my dick. The slickness slid easily against my skin, exciting me. I didn't know I could get hard again so quickly. I slid the slick panties up and down the shaft and rubbed the head with the slickest part. I spread my knees as far as I could and rubbed my balls with the dry part, feeling the wonder all over. Soon I was stroking faster and rubbing harder and I could feel the best part coming. I felt the wonderful almost-numbness that said I-don't-care, do-it, do-it, harder, do-it, do-it, ooohhhhhhhh DOOOOoooo-Itttt. Too soon, that wonderful explosion shot my stuff all over the panties and my stomach and my legs.It felt like I'd just run the 100-yard dash. I wondered if there was any damage from doing it so soon again. I wondered if I had hurt myself. I was panting like a puppy. Shakily, I stood up, cleaned myself up, put the panties in the hamper, and carefully put Mom's brassiere back in her drawer.When Mom got home, I helped her carry the things in. As we put them away, the thought of Mom wearing that bra flashed through my mind. I looked at her. She seemed different. Why had I never noticed how exciting Mom's breasts were? I wished I could touch them. I wanted to suck them again. I wondered if she would like that. They were quick thoughts, idle thoughts, that jumped up into my mind with great clarity and were gone, instantly.At dinner, Dad talked about his trip. He said it was a new deal and his boss picked him because it needed someone the customers liked. It paid a lot more than his other trips and he thought we'd be able to buy a new car if he could get it as a regular run. He had to leave Saturday evening because he had a lot of stops, mostly in small towns, delivering stuff. It was going to take over a week. I asked him if I could go with him and he said if he got the run, he'd take me as soon as school was out.My dad is great. He's smart, and he can do almost anything. He's good-looking, too. No wonder Mom loves him. As I listened to them talking, the memory of Mom touching me popped into my head. I wondered if she touched him, too. How wonderful that must make him feel. The thought of it made me happy. He's so cool, I'll bet he never feels out of control like I do. I'm glad Mom and Dad love each other. And I'm glad she loves me, too. But I hope she doesn't tell him about me.