Mom Undressing: A Steamy Erotic Sex Story
It was late in the evening and I was sitting on the couch, watching my Mom get ready for bed. She had just finished getting out of the shower and was standing in front of the mirror, slipping out of her towel. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. As I watched her, I felt my cock harden and a wave of desire wash over my body.
My mom was a beautiful woman. She had long, dark hair that framed her face perfectly, and she had curves in all the right places. As she undressed, I could see her full, round breasts and the curves of her hips and ass. She had a slender waist and toned legs that I wanted to run my hands over.
She moved gracefully as she undressed, her movements full of grace and sensuality. She seemed to know that I was watching her and she made sure to give me a show. She kept her gaze on me in the mirror for a few moments, letting me drink in her beauty before turning away and slipping her nightgown over her head.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to have her. I stood up and moved toward her, my body full of desire. As I reached her, I ran my hands over her body, feeling the soft curves of her skin and breathing in her scent. She gasped as my hands moved over her body and I could feel her desire as she leaned into me.
Without a word, I spun her around and pressed her up against the wall. She wrapped her legs around my waist and I pushed my cock into her, feeling her heat envelop me. We moved together, exploring each other’s bodies as we both worked towards our climax.
Mom’s moans were music to my ears, and I pushed deeper and deeper into her as she cried out with pleasure. She dug her nails into my back and I could feel her orgasm building up inside her. Finally, I felt her body tense up and I could feel her contract around me as her orgasm ripped through her body.
Mom and I both collapsed onto the floor in a heap, panting and spent. We lay there for a few moments, our bodies intertwined, before she finally spoke.
“That was amazing,” she said, her voice still hoarse from her cries of pleasure.
“Yes, it was,” I replied, pulling her closer to me.
We lay there, talking and laughing in the afterglow of our lovemaking. I felt closer to my mom than I ever had before, and I knew that this moment was one that I would never forget.
