Morning sex_(0)

It had been a week since the incident took place, and I was dealing with it rather well. Mostly attributed to the love and support from my boyfriend and mom. I would have been a wreck had it not been for these two. Today was mom’s first day back at work after our ordeal, and I wanted to do something to show her that I appreciated everything she did for me over the past week.

I got up extra early this morning, and left my boyfriend to sleep a little while longer. I went into the kitchen and prepared a delicious breakfast for mom and my boyfriend. Mom walked in using her police uniform, ready to go to work.

“Good morning baby, something smells amazing”, said Mom, smiling as she took a seat at the table.

“Morning mom, I made breakfast”, I replied, as I set down a plate in front of mom, and another two opposite.

I went upstairs and woke my boyfriend up, and told him to have a wash and come down for breakfast. Mom and I spoke as we ate, and enjoyed each other’s company. Come to think of it, our mother-daughter relationship has been somewhat amplified over the past week.

Mom was on her way out when my boyfriend walked downstairs. He hugged her and kissed her on her lips, and she left. He sat down on the table and enjoyed the breakfast that I’d prepared for us.

I started washing the dishes and, when my boyfriend was done he came and left his plate in the sink with the other dirty dishes. This morning I was wearing silk shorts, and a tight strap top with no bra. My boyfriend was using shorts and a t-shirt, as he usually sleeps with. I felt his hand rubbing my ass, and I turned my head slightly to look at him.

“Baaaabe”, I moaned, looking in his eyes, seeing the lust that I’ve come to know.

He said nothing, as I continued to soap up a dirty plate. He moved his hand up to my breast and caressed them. I loved the feeling of his big, strong hands on my petite and sensitive boobs. My nipples started to harden to the touch of him. He kissed my shoulder, and playfully bit me. Moving to my neck, he licked and sucked my delicate flesh. He knew exactly how to turn me on, and turned on I was becoming. I almost forgot about the plate I was soaping, when suddenly I felt his hand between my legs, over my silk shorts – my hands became buttery, and the plate slipped out of my hand and into the sink, making a loud noise and bringing me back to reality.

Just then, I could feel I was being lifted up. My boyfriend picked me up, legs supported by one arm and my upper body by the other. I wrapped my arm around his neck. He carried me to the sofa and placed me down, on my back, and got on beside me. I grabbed his face with my soft, small hands, feeling the slight stubble on his face. I pulled him towards me and latched my lips onto his. We kissed affectionately, playing with each other’s lips. We took turns taking first the bottom, then top lip into our mouth and sucking on it.