The moment our hands accidentally brushed, there was something unexpectedly special about it. It felt surprisingly natural, like a perfect connection. While I loved spending time with my girlfriend, this small gesture had an extra warmth to it.
Her dad was out of town for the week, and I thought it would be nice to help out and keep my girlfriend and her mom company. I didn’t waste any time and came over the first night he was gone. She and I were watching a movie in the living room while her mom stayed in her bedroom. I guessed she wanted to give us some privacy.
I had been dating my girlfriend for over two years, and over time, saying goodnight to her mom had evolved from a simple handshake to a friendly hug. Tonight was my first time staying over at her parents’ house, and everything felt a little more personal and comfortable than I expected.
While my girlfriend was in the bathroom freshening up, I gently knocked on her mom’s bedroom door to say goodnight. As I leaned in for a friendly hug, she gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. Somehow, our lips accidentally brushed for a brief moment. It lasted only a second, but it felt unusually long. Her lips were softer than I expected, with a faint, sweet fragrance that reminded me of berries. I gently wrapped my left arm around her and pulled her closer. I felt the shape of her breasts through our clothes as our bodies touched. I couldn’t help but imagine what her breasts looked like, and I wanted to know if she had big nipples like her daughter’s.
Our lips separated, and I felt myself blush. I said, “Good night,” and rushed off, not looking back. I went to my girlfriend’s room, hoping for some fun, but she didn’t want to get in trouble with her mom and told me I couldn’t. As we kissed, I couldn’t get the memory of her mom’s lips out of my head. I
cupped one of her breasts and felt her nipple through her T-shirt. As she moaned with pleasure from my hand, I couldn’t help but think of her mom.
I felt my cock harden, but was it from wanting my girlfriend or her mom? I began to kiss my girlfriend’s neck and moved down to her breast that was in my hand. As I gently ran my tongue over her nipple, she stopped me. She told me no in fear that her mom might still be up. She kissed me good-bye and sent me to the basement, where a cold spare couch was waiting for me.
As I settled down into the basement couch, I heard footsteps coming down. Maybe my girlfriend changed her mind. So, I perked myself up and
stood up, waiting for her. To my surprise, the footsteps were from her mother. Despite the dim lighting, I saw that she wore a tightly closed, green robe. I went from feeling excited to suddenly nervous. Did that kiss we shared offend or upset her?