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Tempted by Tanlines Pt.2

Date: 10/22/2017, Categories: Fiction, Erotica, Incest, Mature, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 90.8, Source: sexstories.com

up and off the bed before my fingers get near. I groan in frustration as my mother stands there and chides me. "No, Sean, you shouldn't," she says. It seems an odd place to draw the line to me. I can think dirty thoughts while she's naked? I can wank my cock while she watches? It's acceptable for her to sit there and watch -- but I can't touch her boobs? "Please," I grimace. "Just let me touch you..." And when I go to get up, I'm suddenly alone. ### My ardour deflates. When it does I'm immediately struck by arrows of guilt and remorse. I can't leave it like this. I have to make amends and pull on some loose tracky bottoms, then go in search. It doesn't take long. My mother is just along the corridor, in her bedroom, the door ajar. I stand at the threshold and look in. I'm torn -- do I enter or not? What am I going to say? What's she going to say? She's on the bed, sitting elegantly with her legs crossed, arms straight down at her sides, palms against the quilt. It's light in there courtesy of the big window, the white quilt cover as pristine a new fall of snow. She's in there because she finds the room peaceful. It's her sanctuary, her yoga den with pale blue walls and blonde wood furniture. She's staring at the Thai figurine on top of the dresser, its features serene. Which is nothing like the way I feel. Her positioning, my mother's straight spine, means her chest is thrust forward, breasts sitting high. Without her realising, I stare, cock twitching again. "Mum?" I murmur, ... leaning in, torso angled while my feet stay fixed in neutral territory. Even at her age, in that light, I think she's beautiful. "Sean," she says, flat, dull, listless. Her inscrutable expression and neutral tone don't give me a clue about her mood or thoughts or what it is she's feeling. "I'm sorry," I say when nothing else comes to mind. Then I go back to staring at her while thinking how much I want to touch her skin. "No," she replies with a little shake of her head. "I'm sorry, Sean. I really don't know what I was thinking. I can't believe I did that." Her eyes slide away to the Buddha, her voice tapering off to a sigh. I go to step forward, lifting my foot before hesitating. I lower it again and seek her permission. "Mum? I say. "Cuh-can I ... Can I come in?" "I suppose you'd better," she says with a shrug. "We'd better talk this one over. God," she adds with a gasp and a wince. "What an idiot. I'm so sorry, Sean. Bursting in on you like I did ... I'm appalled at myself. Mortified." Moving forward I tell her, "It was a shock when you did." When I get to her a dark chasm yaws open inside me. Yearning is a dull ache somewhere in the indefinable deep. I can feel the heavy mass of my cock inside the tracksuit bottoms still sluicing pre-cum. The need for sexual release keeps it thick, and it won't take much to have it puffed up and angry. Without realising I'm doing it, I slip the waist of the tracksuit down over my hips. "Sean," she says, gulping. "What are you doing?" Her ...