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Gentle Sharing

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: GentleBreeze Posted on: 13 Jul 2003 1 comments
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Tuesday, I had an exciting day at school (see Gentle Arousal).Tuesday, I had an exciting day at school (see Gentle Arousal). Dorothy Sendak wore a white blouse you could almost see through. I could see the outline of her bra, easily. After school, she stopped me in the hall and asked if I would read an essay she wrote. I was surprised. Dorothy rarely spoke to anyone and I was flattered when she asked me. I had to hold my books below my waist to hide my excitement, but don't think she noticed.We went to the gym and sat on the bleachers so I could read her essay. It was very good. As I read, I used every excuse I could find to stop and discuss it with her. That gave me a chance to look at her, to drink in her beauty, to imagine her beautiful breasts. I wondered if she could hear the excitement in my voice. When I couldn't think of a way to drag it out any longer, I handed the essay back and told her it was excellent. She smiled and thanked me.When we left the gym, I couldn't stand it any more. The thought of her drove me mad. I ran to the boys room, hid in one of the toilets, grabbed my handkerchief, and stroked my aching cock. The memory of Dorothy was so fresh I could still smell her hair. In an instant, I exploded all over my handkerchief.After that, I went to the Lab, but the door was locked. Miss Weston had left already.When I got home, Mom was sitting in her housecoat, darning socks. I went to my room, put my things away and started to change clothes. Mom tapped on the door and walked in. She asked if we could talk for a few minutes, and I said, "Sure."She sat on the edge of my bed and motioned for me to come sit beside her. We talked for a long time. After a while, she put her arm around my shoulder and said, "You know, Bobby, sometimes I get lonely. Your Dad has been gone for four days and won't be back 'til the weekend, your sister works all day and you don't come home for lunch, anymore. I'm always glad when you come home from school. I don't feel so alone." I didn't say anything.After a minute or two, Mom said, "It's nice being here with you, Bobby. You know, I think about what happened the other day a lot. I enjoyed that. I like making you happy, it makes me feel good." After a moment, she continued, "Would you like to go get your things from my room?" Almost instantly, my peter got hard and was sticking up in my shorts. When I didn't answer, Mom said, "Go ahead. Bring them in here."I was as nervous as I could be. My heart was aflutter and my cock felt hard as as rock. I ran to Mom's room, opened the drawer, grabbed the panties, and ran back to my room. I sat back down on the bed and put the panties in my lap to cover myself. Mom put her arm around my shoulder again. I couldn't think of anything to say and just sat there rubbing the panties with my fingertips, enjoying their soft, silky feeling. Beneath them, the backs of my fingers were moving the head of my cock, feeling very nice.Pretty soon, Mom said, "You're shy, aren't you." Then, after a pause, she asked, "Do you want me to help you?" I said, "Yes, please." She said, "OK, you might as well get comfortable. Stand up a minute and take your shirt off." When I stood up, Mom reached out and pulled my shorts and underpants down. All of a sudden I was naked and a little bit scared. My peter went down.Mom reached up and ran her fingers up my arm and across my chest, very lightly. She pulled my head down and kissed my forehead. Then she ran her fingertips across my shoulders and gently over my chest. I could feel my peter getting hard again, but didn't look down. I stood very still, except once, when I felt so full of love that I leaned forward and kissed the top of Mom's head. She responded by pulling me closer and kissing my chest, very lightly. She ran her fingertips over my stomach and down to my hips. Then, she slowly brought her hands to the center of my body and touched my raging erection.Using her fingertips on my hips, she guided me to sit beside her. She put one arm on my shoulder and, with her other hand, traced the length of my cock with her fingertips. I was in ecstacy. I can't describe the delicious feeling of enjoyment, of not hiding, of not hurrying, of just bubbling with warmth and love.Mom pulled me closer to her, putting my head on her chest. After a moment, I snuggled my face closer to her, revelling in the softness of her lovely breast. Having my face against one side of her housecoat created a little gap between the buttons and I could see inside. She didn't have a brassiere on, and I could see part of her bosom. Ohhhh, how I wanted to touch it. I wanted to put my fingers in there and trace the outline of that lovely, exciting breast. The desire was so intense and the feeling of Mom stroking my cock was so fantastic I felt like I couldn't breathe.Mom kissed my forehead again, and said, "You like it when I help you, don't you?" I said, "Uh Huh." and she said, "I'm glad. It makes me feel good. too."A moment later, she asked, "Would you like to help me?". I said, "I don't know how." and she said, "I could show you."I nodded and she said, "OK. Let's lay back here." She leaned back on my bed and guided me down beside her. As we laid down, my hand was across Mom's chest. She took it and moved it to her breast. I moved my hand very slowly until I cuddled her breast. I was afraid she might object, but she didn't. Instead, she pressed my hand against herself, tighter.I held her for a while, and then got brave. Very slowly, I slid my hand through the opening in her housecoat and touched her bare breast with my bare hand. I could hear Mom's breathing. As I fondled her breast, I felt the nipple. It was quite firm. Very gently, I touched it with my fingertip and rocked it from side to side. I don't know if it was a coincidence, but at the same time Mom ran her fingertips over the head of my cock and rocked it from side to side. It was a glorious feeling.As I fondled her breast, Mom opened the buttons on her housecoat. I used my nose to pull the housecoat aside and rubbed my face all over her lovely, soft, swelling breast. I rubbed the nipple with my nose and kissed it and sucked it slowly into my mouth. Fondling one tit with my hand and sucking on the other, I felt like I wanted more, and more, and more. I wanted to hold her like this forever. I wanted her to feel as good and be as happy as I was. I wanted to help her feel the pleasure I was feeling.As I basked in the glow of euphoria, Mom reached up and took my hand from her breast and brought it down to her stomach. Holding my hand very lightly, she trailed my fingertips across her stomach. When I understood, I moved my fingertips up, just under her breasts, and over to her side, and across her stomach, and down until I could feel the top of her panties. Then, back up, slowly, across her stomach, and up to her breasts, all the while, sucking genly on her luscious tit.All this time, I could feel Mom's gentle fingers on my cock. I could feel the slickness as she rocked the head and stroked the shaft. I tried to stop thinking about how good it felt because I didn't want it to end. Instead, I thought about how I could make Mom feel as wonderful as I did. Sometimes, as I stroked her, I'd return to her breast and fondle the nipple, then trace it with my fingertips, and move my hand back to her stomach again.The next time my fingertips got to the top of her panties, Mom covered my hand with hers and moved it down over the smooth, silky panties. She made a cup of my hand, and helped me cover her hair with my cupped hand. It was soft, and kind of bushy. She squeezed my fingers until they held the whole soft, bushy mound. Then she rocked my hand from side to side, moving the whole mound. I could hear her breathing. As I rocked her, she pressed the heel of my hand against the top of the bush where it felt like a bone. She helped me push hard against the bone, and rock, and push, and rock. With one finger, she pressed my middle finger further into the bush, and my finger started to get wet.Suddenly, Mom opened her housecoat and pulled her panties off. She quickly grabbed my hand and put it back between her legs. By now, Mom was breathing hard. I rocked her mound and pressed my hand against the bone. I could feel her body's response, her hips pressing up against my hand. I was so excited I forgot to suck her tit and concentrated on doing the things that made her so excited.She pressed my middle finger deeper into the hair, and suddenly, I touched the skin inside. It was incredible. It was slick, just like the head of my cock when that delightful liquid seeps out.But it was much more than that.It was welcoming. It was inviting me to touch it more, to slide my fingers further up and down, and side to side, and in and out. It was begging me to PLEASE, PLEASE touch it and rub it and feel it's wonder.Mom, maybe afraid that I didn't understand what it was saying, used both her hands to push me further inside and faster from side to side. She guided the tip of my middle finger to the top, just under the hard place, and moved it in soft circles around and over a little bump. In no time, my whole hand was wet, and Mom's, too. She reached for my cock with her slick fingers, and stroked it. I felt as if I'd burst.Then, deep in her throat, Mom cried out, "Ohhhhhhh, Ohhhhhhhh, Ohhhhhhh, Ohhhhh, I can't help it, Ohhh, help me. Ohhhhh, do it, do it, do it. Dooooooo IIIiiiiitttt! as her legs spread and her hips pressed up and out, and my hand flew all over that delightful, gaping, begging, slick, magical place and I could feel my cock pumping it's glorious juices over Mom's hand and leg.As her breathing slowed down, Mom said, "Oh, Bobby, I'm so sorry." and started to cry. I took her face in my hands and kissed her forehead and her eyes. I begged her not to cry. I told her she was the greatest Mom in the world. I told her what we shared was good. I told her I was glad she let me help and hoped she'd let me help again. I used my thumbs to try to dry her eyes and told her I was proud she was my mother.She put her arms around me and hugged me. I could feel her bare breasts against my skin.