Mom on Loveseat at late-night part 3

Roseey and Kameron tried to concentrate on the T.V. show, but each had a hard time doing it. Kameron's full attention was focused on his fingertips and the way the cool skin of his mom's bare thighs felt under them. He wrestled with the feeling. You weren't supposed to think about your mom that way, he thought. But he couldn't help it. His mom's bare exposed shoulder was in front of him, inches away, peeking out from under the blanket. He saw a thin bra strap -- pink, he noticed -- nudging out the side of the shoulder of her sleeveless top.

A tense action sequence in the T.V. show distracted both of them from the way they were pressed together. Roseey couldn't stop herself from jumping again during a scary scene. Her hands clasped Kameron's hard and when they rested again his hands were even higher on her thighs than they had been before.

Roseey wasn't sure what she was doing. What she did know was that his strong hands felt good on her skin. She hadn't felt hands like that on her in a long time. His fingers lay right at the hem of her dress, which, she could tell, seemed somehow to be creeping up her thighs.

Kameron didn't know what to think, either. Seemingly, without him having done anything he could think of to make it happen, his hands lay on his mom's cool, soft thighs; the hem of her short dress obviously was bunched higher than it had been before, and his hands were right at the edge of it. He tried to control his thoughts -- this was his mom, after all -- but he couldn't help but think that his fingertips must have rested no more than a few inches from mom's panties under the dress.

He wondered if his mom's panties were pink, like her bra.

Kameron had laid his hands on a girl's legs before, but it had never felt like this. But this was his mom. His hands would behave. They had to, he thought.

But sometimes hands have purposes of their own.

Kameron spread his fingers out, as though they needed a good stretch after lying still. The effect was to encompass more of each of mom's thighs with his hands, and to press the hem of her dress up a little farther. Without thinking about what he was doing he gave his mom's thighs a gentle squeeze with each outstretched hand.

To Roseey it felt better than the best massage, and she instinctively moved her thighs up and against Kameron's strong fingers. The motion caused his fingers to slip just under her dress. They both sat still like the under the blanket. Roseey felt glad the blanket was covering her, because she wouldn't want Mathew Carron to see where Kameron's hands were on her. On the other hand, he was probably too drunk to notice.

She didn't know what to do. She thought she should object, maybe with a whisper, or maybe with her hands pushing Kameron's hands back. But she wasn't sure she would be able to. His hands were so big, and so strong, and they lay heavy and implacable against her thighs. And she thought it would be worse to call attention to what was happening. After all, nothing had really happened. Saying something would be awkward.

It was important to Roseey to do the right thing. But she wasn't sure what the right thing to do was. Plus, there was a little voice inside her, soft and barely audible, but growing in intensity, that said that Kameron's firm, strong hands on her thighs felt very, very right.

Kameron began to feel hot under the blanket with mom on his lap. Ordinarily, he would throw off the blanket. But with dad a few feet away there was no way he'd be able to hold his hands against mom's legs like this with the blanket off. It was worth a little heat to keep them where they were.

Kameron moved his body, as though he was making himself more comfortable under mom in the seat, and as he did so his right hand moved up mom's thigh another inch or two.

Now he was sure that his thumb was close to mom's panties. And he knew that mom knew it too. Kameron knew he wasn't an expert at reading women, but he was having an especially difficult time figuring out what mom was thinking. She hadn't done anything to encourage him, as far as he could tell, but she hadn't discouraged him either.

His hand felt good there. He decided to leave it there a minute and see what happened.

The show continued. Dad seemed barely awake. He hadn't looked back at or said anything to Roseey or Kameron in over ten minutes.

Roseey realized, suddenly, that she was excited. Her whole body was tense and alive. She was aroused by the feeling of her son against her. That was wrong, wasn't it? And yet they hadn't really done anything inappropriate. Kameron's hands were hidden under the crocheted blanket. With the hands out of view, she could sit and watch the television program and enjoy her arousal -- something she hadn't felt in a while -- and pretend that nothing was really happening.

But it was. Something was happening. She liked the feel of Kameron's hands on her. She wondered if he liked it, what he felt, what he was thinking. She thought she was good at reading men but she was having a hard time figuring out what Kameron was thinking and feeling. His hands were close to her panties, in a place they weren't supposed to be, but they lay so still against her. They weren't doing anything.

What if she sent him a signal? Just a little one. Something barely noticeable. What would he do? How would he respond? She wondered.

She squirmed against him. She noticed his cock -- she let herself think of it as his cock, not a penis -- felt bigger than before. When she was done squirming her legs were farther apart than before.

Kameron responded immediately, his body moving with hers to keep up the appearance of innocence. His hand moved up her thigh until his thumb contacted the side of her panties. There it stopped again.

The side of her panty was just a little string. Oh mom, Kameron thought. He had no idea that his innocent-looking mom wore such tiny panties.

Barely aware of what she was doing, Roseey moved her right hip toward Kameron's hand. Just a tiny bit.

It was in invitation. She knew it, and he knew it, and there was no doubt about it.

His cock grew under her bottom. She felt that too, and she liked it. She pushed her bottom against it, just a little, in response.

In a quick sweep, he moved his right hand up under her dress and rested it on her belly. He brought his left hand up until the little string side of her panty was between his thumb and forefinger. He snuck a finger under the string and snapped it lightly against her hip bone.

It was getting very warm under the blanket. But neither Roseey nor Kameron minded and neither of them was going to take it off.

Roseey leaned to the side a little so she could look back and to the side at her son. She and Kameron stared into each other's eyes. They said no words, but understanding passed between them. Kameron looked back at his dad's chair. No movement from dad.

He looked back at mom, and he gave her a kiss --just a peck -- on her lips. She smiled back at her son. Her loving, strong -- and increasingly large -- son.

Roseey couldn't pretend it wasn't happening. Kameron was holding her like a lover, not like a son. Her body loved it. It tingled with the feeling of his hands on her belly and on her panties.

She looked at the back of Mathew Carron's chair to make sure he wasn't looking, and she leaned over and gave Kameron a quick kiss back.

She couldn't let this get out of hand. This was her son, after all, and her husband was right next to both of them. But she would continue to enjoy the feel of Kameron's hands on her. She turned back to the television screen and tried to watch the show.

Kameron was past watching T.V., though. The feel of his mom's smooth skin against his hands and her soft voluptuous body in his arms electrified him, and every sense was at high pitch. His nose caught the fresh scent of her hair.

Mom was enjoying this, Kameron thought. And she wouldn't want to make a scene in front of dad. Her sense of propriety would give him some latitude to keep touching her.

He pushed his right hand down her belly and between her thighs, and he let it rest right over her panties. He pressed his middle finger down, right over where he guessed her pussy would be.