Facesitting

Not wanting to press your luck right away, you decide to take it somewhat slow. But what to do...

While you were contemplating your next action, your mother was still standing making pancakes. She was slowly swinging her hips back and forth, humming to herself, her round ass swaying to whatever song was in her head. The shorts she was wearing were tight and left little to the imagination.

"Honey, could you get me that chair? I'm getting a little tired of standing." Your mother said, unknowingly tearing you away from her firm, rocking hips.

"Oh, yeah sure mom."

Wrenching your eyes away, you walked over to grab the chair you keep in the kitchen, and brought it back to your mother. But before you put the chair down, an idea came into you head. You set the chair down behind your mother, then leaned back on it so your head was resting on the seat. You watched your mom's ass jiggle slightly with every move, before she turned around and looked down at you.

"Uh, what are you doing?" She asked, visibly confused.

Thinking of the magic word, you respond, "What do you mean? You sit on me all the time, and you're always perfectly fine with it."

Looking even more puzzled for a moment, the look of confusion on her face is quickly replaced with sheepish understanding.

"Oh! You're right. Silly me, I don't know how I forgot. We've just been doing it for so long it must have slipped my mind."

"Don't worry about it. I'm just, uh... trying to make the seat more comfortable for you."

"How considerate of you sweetie!" She said, smiling down at you. With that she turned around, giving you an excellent look at the smooth cheeks of her backside. You wanted to just reach out and grab them. Fortunately, they were coming to you as her ass quickly filled your entire field of vision. You could see the outline of her panties through her tight shorts. The shorts soon made contact, with her plump ass slowly engulfing your entire face, and your nose fitting snugly in her crack. She stayed still momentary, before starting to shift and squirm trying to find the most comfortable position, constantly grinding her ass and crotch all over your face. She was reading a magazine, and had probably stopped thinking about what she was sitting on all together.

You stayed this way for a few minutes before your mother got up and walked out of the kitchen, presumably forgetting she had been sitting on you in the first place.