Post-Midnight Reverie (L)

It was the day after New Years. We had been out at a few parties, slept late, and now, nestled in the plush confines of our king-sized bed, the story began. Lisa lay beneath the heat of the shower, savoring the warm spray dancing across her skin. With a playful smirk, she squeezed a generous dollop of lavender-scented shower gel into her hand and began to work it into a rich lather, meticulously soaping her breasts. As she moved lower, her thoughts drifted to her husband, a man who knew how to ignite her passion. She pictured him, strong and confident, cupping and gently kneading her breasts, his fingers trailing over her nipples, feeling their delicate pucker. The water trickled over them, a soothing balm against her arousal, and she closed her eyes, lost in the fantasy. Downstairs, in our home gym, her husband was working out, his muscles flexing as he pushed his body to its limits. The rhythmic thud of weights and the glistening sheen of sweat on his skin fueled her desire, her lips curving into a satisfied sigh as she watched him on the cam. Each flexing bicep, each bead of perspiration, intensified the heat building within her, especially as her eyes drifted down to the bulge that inevitably appeared in his shorts.

As vivid images flooded her mind, she dipped her hand lower, reaching over her tummy to cup her bare mound, feeling the slow, steady pulse of her body beneath her fingertips. Closing her eyes, she pinched an aching nipple, a sharp reminder of the surprise she’d experienced when he’d begun to fondle his hard cock – a moment that had left her breathless and completely consumed. She pressed her middle finger tightly over her slit, feeling the familiar warm tingle as she imagined him stroking, eyes closed, accelerating the pace until he began to buck his hips and gush, his tight belly trembling with anticipation. Since that electrifying moment, she'd found it impossible to escape the tantalizing thoughts. He had made her so hot, so utterly consumed by desire, she craved his touch, his passion, his complete and utter domination. The feeling of being wet, utterly saturated with lust, was intoxicating.

Her eyes snapped open, a sudden awareness of the passing hours. She quickly rinsed off the remaining suds and slipped out of the bathroom, pulling on her ivory silk robe. The wet fabric, clinging to her skin, immediately tightened around her curves, a luxurious embrace that heightened her senses. She moved with purpose, leaving damp footprints as she hurried to our bedroom, eager to be reunited with her beloved.

There he was, already engaged in his workout, a light sheen of perspiration glistening on his muscular frame. A smile played on her lips as she positioned a chair in front of the cam screen, settling into its depths to continue her private viewing. In her aroused state, she didn’t care about appearances; she simply wanted to lose herself in the pleasure of his presence. The ache in her nipples intensified, accompanied by the twitching of her inner muscles, as she watched him work the weights, her breath quickening with anticipation. As his biceps tightened and released, she let one hand slip inside her robe, cupping a breast, heavy with desire. Turning her hand, she grazed her knuckles over her taut nub, her gaze tracing the rise and fall of his chest, her own breathing mirroring his exertion. Her legs parted of their own accord as her eyes traveled over his stomach to the bulge in his shorts, a tantalizing reminder of what awaited her. She let her other hand drop to her parted thighs, feeling her heat through the thin scrap of silken material. She was so wet, and not just from the shower; a wave of pure, unadulterated lust surged through her veins. As she watched his erection swell before her eyes, she began to circle her clit slowly, feeling the material dampen as her juices began to seep, a prelude to the pleasure she so desperately craved. Her fingers moved faster, mimicking the slow, deliberate caress of her husband’s hand, as she saw his hand move down towards his quickly hardening shaft. His fingers slid under the waistband to take a firm grip, and she let her own slip beneath the sodden silk to begin the teasing touch that always preceded the storm. She couldn't contain an involuntary moan, her hand frozen in place, unable to move, barely able to breathe. She noticed that he had begun to stroke himself underneath the shorts, a clear signal of his escalating arousal. She wished it were her hand stroking him, feeling the heat of his touch, the anticipation building with each passing moment. Slowly, she let her fingers move once more, following her slit up and down, mimicking his steady caress. "You really have a beautiful body, from your gorgeous face to this perfect, tight pussy," he would tell her, his voice a low rumble of pleasure. His fingers would trace the inner folds of her lips, swirl along her clitoris, then plunge into the hot, wet center of her body. Her eyes closed, she began to pant, leaning forward to guide her Magic Wand in. Her juices spread, a torrent of pleasure unleashed, and as she moved, she felt her robe part, revealing the full extent of her arousal.

Michael – I’m in the bedroom now, naked in front of her. “Show me what you can do,” she challenges, her voice husky with desire. I pull her close, kissing her fiercely with agonizing passion, pushing my tongue into her mouth. She meets my eagerness, her lips mirroring my movements, pulling me closer as we lost ourselves in a whirlwind of lust. For several long minutes, our mouths continued to attack each other with the intensity of a new lover, a desperate exchange of saliva and breath, a testament to our shared desire. Her lips suck and pull at mine while her tongue chases around inside my mouth. Her saliva tastes sweet, like peach juice, a delectable contrast to the heat radiating from her body. I open her robe, exposing her breasts, her hips and thighs in a taut frame, letting it fall to the floor. Her body is a sensual masterpiece, a masterpiece I had waited patiently for a moment, savoring the sight of her naked form, my mouth agape at the beauty of her curves. My hands reached out to gently massage her breasts, her nipples jut proudly outward as if returning my gaze, feeling the slow, steady pulse beneath my fingertips. I felt her body tremble as I lower my mouth down to her neck, where I begin to suck and lick her sensitive skin. I move my mouth down her body, kissing her neck first, moaning as she grabs my hand and places it on her left breast. I squeeze it as I continue to make out with her neck, making sure to pull at her erect nipple with two of my fingers. I flicked her nipples repeatedly with my tongue before taking it in my mouth and gently nibbling on it, then going to the other. Her nipples have grown; they now stand upright from her areola, swollen and hard like dark red candies. They are each ringed by a circle of goose bumps. She squeals and giggles as I suck on it hard.

Lisa – I tilt my head back slightly, moaning at the pleasurable stimulation. Exposing his chiseled body, I begin grinding my hips against his, feeling his cock. I reach out to grasp it and begin to stroke him. As I continue to stroke, he begins to moan softly. I looked up to see his eyes are closed, enjoying the feel of my touch. I let my fingers trace the contours of his body, feeling the heat building within me, as my own breathing begins to quicken. My legs part of their own accord as my gaze travels over his stomach to the bulge in his shorts. I let my other hand drop to my parted thighs, feeling my heat through the thin scrap of silken material. I’m so wet, and not just from the shower. As I watch his erection swell before my eyes, I begin to circle my clit slowly, feeling the material dampen as my juices begin to seep, a prelude to the pleasure she so desperately craved. Her fingers move faster as she sees his hand move down towards his quickly hardening shaft. His fingers slide under the waistband to take a firm grip, and she lets her own slip beneath the sodden silk to caress her wet folds. She can’t contain an involuntary moan. Her hand is frozen in place, she can’t move… can barely even breathe. She notices that he has begun to stroke himself underneath the shorts. She wishes it were her hand stroking him, feeling the heat of his touch, the anticipation building with each passing moment. Slowly, she lets her fingers move once more, following her slit up and down, mimicking his steady caress. “You really have a beautiful body, from your gorgeous face to this perfect, tight pussy,” he would tell her, his voice a low rumble of pleasure. His fingers would trace the inner folds of her lips, swirl along her clitoris, then plunge into the hot, wet center of her body. Her eyes closed, she begins to pant, leaning forward to guide her Magic Wand in. Her juices spread, a torrent of pleasure unleashed, and as she moved, she felt her robe part, revealing the full extent of her arousal.

Michael – I’m in the bedroom now, naked in front of her. “Show me what you can do,” she challenges, her voice husky with desire. I pull her close, kissing her fiercely with agonizing passion, pushing my tongue into her mouth. She meets my eagerness, her lips mirroring my movements, pulling me closer as we lost ourselves in a whirlwind of lust. For several long minutes, our mouths continued to attack each other with the intensity of a new lover, a desperate exchange of saliva and breath, a testament to our shared desire. Her lips suck and pull at mine while her tongue chases around inside my mouth. Her saliva tastes sweet, like peach juice, a delectable contrast to the heat radiating from her body. I open her robe, exposing her breasts, her hips and thighs in a taut frame, letting it fall to the floor. Her body is a sensual masterpiece, a masterpiece I had waited patiently for a moment, savoring the sight of her naked form, my mouth agape at the beauty of her curves. My hands reached out to gently massage her breasts, her nipples jut proudly outward as if returning my gaze, feeling the slow, steady pulse beneath my fingertips. I felt her body tremble as I lower my mouth down to her neck, where I begin to suck and lick her sensitive skin. I move my mouth down her body, kissing her neck first, moaning as she grabs my hand and places it on her left breast. I squeeze it as I continue to make out with her neck, making sure to pull at her erect nipple with two of my fingers. I flicked her nipples repeatedly with my tongue before taking it in my mouth and gently nibbling on it, then going to the other. Her nipples have grown; they now stand upright from her areola, swollen and hard like dark red candies. They are each ringed by a circle of goose bumps. She squeals and giggles as I suck on it hard.

Lisa - I tilt my head back slightly, moaning at the pleasurable stimulation. Exposing his chiseled body, I begin grinding my hips against his, feeling his cock. I reach out to grasp it and begin to stroke him. As I continue to stroke, he begins to moan softly. I looked up to see his eyes are closed, enjoying the feel of my touch. I let my fingers trace the contours of his body, feeling the heat building within me, as my own breathing begins to quicken. My legs part of their own accord as my gaze travels over his stomach to the bulge in his shorts. I let my other hand drop to my parted thighs, feeling my heat through the thin scrap of silken material. I’m so wet, and not just from the shower. As I watch his erection swell before my eyes, I begin to circle my clit slowly, feeling the material dampen as my juices begin to seep, a prelude to the pleasure she so desperately craved. Her fingers move faster as she sees his hand move down towards his quickly hardening shaft. His fingers slide under the waistband to take a firm grip, and she lets her own slip beneath the sodden silk to caress her wet folds. She can’t contain an involuntary moan. Her hand is frozen in place, she can’t move… can barely even breathe. She notices that he has begun to stroke himself underneath the shorts. She wishes it were her hand stroking him, feeling the heat of his touch, the anticipation building with each passing moment. Slowly, she lets her fingers move once more, following her slit up and down, mimicking his steady caress. “You really have a beautiful body, from your gorgeous face to this perfect, tight pussy,” he would tell her, his voice a low rumble of pleasure. His fingers would trace the inner folds of her lips, swirl along her clitoris, then plunge into the hot, wet center of her body. Her eyes closed, she begins to pant, leaning forward to guide her Magic Wand in. Her juices spread, a torrent of pleasure unleashed, and as she moved, she felt her robe part, revealing the full extent of her arousal.

Michael – I’m in the bedroom now, naked in front of her. “Show me what you can do,” she challenges, her voice husky with desire. I pull her close, kissing her fiercely with agonizing passion, pushing my tongue into her mouth. She meets my eagerness, her lips mirroring my movements, pulling me closer as we lost ourselves in a whirlwind of lust. For several long minutes, our mouths continued to attack each other with the intensity of a new lover, a desperate exchange of saliva and breath, a testament to our shared desire. Her lips suck and pull at mine while her tongue chases around inside my mouth. Her saliva tastes sweet, like peach juice, a delectable contrast to the heat radiating from her body. I open her robe, exposing her breasts, her hips and thighs in a taut frame, letting it fall to the floor. Her body is a sensual masterpiece, a masterpiece I had waited patiently for a moment, savoring the sight of her naked form, my mouth agape at the beauty of her curves. My hands reached out to gently massage her breasts, her nipples jut proudly outward as if returning my gaze, feeling the slow, steady pulse beneath my fingertips. I felt her body tremble as I lower my mouth down to her neck, where I begin to suck and lick her sensitive skin. I move my mouth down her body, kissing her neck first, moaning as she grabs my hand and places it on her left breast. I squeeze it as I continue to make out with her neck, making sure to pull at her erect nipple with two of my fingers. I flicked her nipples repeatedly with my tongue before taking it in my mouth and gently nibbling on it, then going to the other. Her nipples have grown; they now stand upright from her areola, swollen and hard like dark red candies. They are each ringed by a circle of goose bumps. She squeals and giggles as I suck on it hard.

Lisa - I tilt my head back slightly, moaning at the pleasurable stimulation. Exposing his chiseled body, I begin grinding my hips against his, feeling his cock. I reach out to grasp it and begin to stroke him. As I continue to stroke, he begins to moan softly. I looked up to see his eyes are closed, enjoying the feel of my touch. I let my fingers trace the contours of his body, feeling the heat building within me, as my own breathing begins to quicken. My legs part of their own accord as my gaze travels over his stomach to the bulge in his shorts. I let my other hand drop to my parted thighs, feeling my heat through the thin scrap of silken material. I’m so wet, and not just from the shower. As I watch his erection swell before my eyes, I begin to circle my clit slowly, feeling the material dampen as my juices begin to seep, a prelude to the pleasure she so desperately craved. Her fingers move faster as she sees his hand move down towards his quickly hardening shaft. His fingers slide under the waistband to take a firm grip, and she lets her own slip beneath the sodden silk to caress her wet folds. She can’t contain an involuntary moan. Her hand is frozen in place, she can’t move… can barely even breathe. She notices that he has begun to stroke himself underneath the shorts. She wishes it were her hand stroking him, feeling the heat of his touch, the anticipation building with each passing moment. Slowly, she lets her fingers move once more, following her slit up and down, mimicking his steady caress. “You really have a beautiful body, from your gorgeous face to this perfect, tight pussy,” he would tell her, his voice a low rumble of pleasure. His fingers would trace the inner folds of her lips, swirl along her clitoris, then plunge into the hot, wet center of her body. Her eyes closed, she begins to pant, leaning forward to guide her Magic Wand in. Her juices spread, a torrent of pleasure unleashed, and as she moved, she felt her robe part, revealing the full extent of her arousal.

Michael – I’m in the bedroom now, naked in front of her. “Show me what you can do,” she challenges, her voice husky with desire. I pull her close, kissing her fiercely with agonizing passion, pushing my tongue into her mouth. She meets my eagerness, her lips mirroring my movements, pulling me closer as we lost ourselves in a whirlwind of lust. For several long minutes, our mouths continued to attack each other with the intensity of a new lover, a desperate exchange of saliva and breath, a testament to our shared desire. Her lips suck and pull at mine while her tongue chases around inside my mouth. Her saliva tastes sweet, like peach juice, a delectable contrast to the heat radiating from her body. I open her robe, exposing her breasts, her hips and thighs in a taut frame, letting it fall to the floor. Her body is a sensual masterpiece, a masterpiece I had waited patiently for a moment, savoring the sight of her naked form, my mouth agape at the beauty of her curves. My hands reached out to gently massage her breasts, her nipples jut proudly outward as if returning my gaze, feeling the slow, steady pulse beneath my fingertips. I felt her body tremble as I lower my mouth down to her neck, where I begin to suck and lick her sensitive skin. I move my mouth down her body, kissing her neck first, moaning as she grabs my hand and places it on her left breast. I squeeze it as I continue to make out with her neck, making sure to pull at her erect nipple with two of my fingers. I flicked her nipples repeatedly with my tongue before taking it in my mouth and gently nibbling on it, then going to the other. Her nipples have grown; they now stand upright from her areola, swollen and hard like dark red candies. They are each ringed by a circle of goose bumps. She squeals and giggles as I suck on it hard.

Lisa - I tilt my head back slightly, moaning at the pleasurable stimulation. Exposing his chiseled body, I begin grinding my hips against his, feeling his cock. I reach out to grasp it and begin to stroke him. As I continue to stroke, he begins to moan softly. I looked up to see his eyes are closed, enjoying the

Mom sex stories

Post-Midnight Reverie (L)

Did you like this story? Post-Midnight Reverie (L) look, but like these, here Mom sex stories.