Not Now!

Fbailey story number 325


Not Now!


I reached into Mom’s blouse and cupped one of her breasts in my hand to give it a little squeeze.

Mom whispered, “Not Now!” and then slapped my hand.

I laughed softly and gave her tit another squeeze before I took my hand out of her blouse.

I know that it would have been okay if I hadn’t done it in church during the minister’s sermon about abstinence.

I knew that no one could see us in the back row except for maybe the minister himself. He was like seventy years old and almost blind.

I looked around the pews at the other parishioners. I knew everyone since I had been coming there with my mother my entire life. Dad had never set foot in a church in his life and threatened Mom with the mere mention of a church funeral for him when he died.

Everyone in the church was either old or young with almost no one in between. There were mostly women and very few men. In fact the young people were mostly girls too. I was definitely in the minority.

Mom was sitting on the aisle keeping me from escaping. We were always the only ones in the very last pew. As I sort of faced Mom I could see Veronica across the aisle and up two rows. She was just as bored as I was. We made eye contact and she smiled at me. I smiled back at her. Then just to be a smartass I reached back into Mom’s blouse. Mom didn’t stop me that time so I fondled her breast and squeezed it for a good minute while Veronica watched me the whole time and smiled.

Veronica and I were both fourteen years old and in the same grade. We had just started high school as freshman in September. Mom gave birth to me when she was forty-five years old and after a few miscarriages. She always called me her miracle baby. Next year Dad can retire at sixty-five.

Finally our long winded minister finished his sermon. That was our signal to go down into the church basement for the youth ministry. I got past Mom and waited for Veronica to catch up with me. We were the only kids our age so we occasionally helped out with the younger children. Occasionally we didn’t. This was one of those occasions when we didn’t.

Veronica and I hit the stairs and ran down them and back to a storage closet of sorts. We had hidden in there before. We also found the grape juice and wine that was used for communion. Our church only did that at Easter and Christmas. Veronica and I had an open bottle hidden that we got out.

Veronica said, “You are so bad. I saw you playing with your mother’s tits. Did you finger her pussy too?” Then she grabbed my hand and smelled my fingers. She said, “I guess not or your fingers would smell more like this.” Then she put her fingers under my nose.

I asked, “Were you fingering your mother?”

Veronica said, “Not this time but I have before. I can get my whole hand inside her right up to my wrist. This time I was just playing with myself while I watched you play with your mother’s tit. She has nice ones for an old lady.”

I said, “Well I’m no expert but they are big and they sag quite a bit too. Mom wears a 38-D bra and she loves to have her nipples played with and sucked.”

Veronica asked, “Do you do it often?”

I replied, “Every chance I get.