Her breasts felt soft, and he could feel the hard nubs of her nipples even through her bra. He gave them a little squeeze even though he felt guilt about feeling up his mom and liking it so much. She didn't have large breasts, but they were enough to fill his hands. He was overcome with an urge to slide his hands under her blouse, her bra, experience them completely, but caught himself before he moved. She's your mom.

Then her movements slowed, and she sagged against him. She was slick against him, where their skin touched, and he could feel the heat coming off her body. He dropped one...