Is she okay?

"Mom, are you okay?" You ask concerned, noticing that your own speech seems slightly slurred in your ears as her hands caress your bare chest.

"I'm fine, John," she assures you with a vague smile, leaning forward to give you a quick kiss. "I feel wonderful, like I haven't in a long, long time," she giggles as she pulls you back to her, her mouth kissing your neck and shoulder as her hands slide down to the waistband of your pants. "Now, stop talking and kiss me," she demands playfully.

"Yes, Ma'am," you reply with a small laugh, pushing your concerns aside as you surrender to the building passion between the two of you, your mouth covering hers in another long, lingering kiss. As her mouth opens for you, you wonder at what is happening, acknowledging that something is different as your hands slide down your mother's soft stomach. There is something almost electric between the two of you, a euphoric sensation that is different from the passion you've felt with other women. 'Is it because she's my mother or is something else different?' You wonder as your fingers pause at the elastic waistband of her panties.

"Hmm, John," your mom moans in pleasure as your mouths part once more, lifting her hips slightly to let you slip her panties down off her rounded hips, "I haven't felt this way with a man since my first time. Not since I moved out of my parent's house," she sighs a bit wistfully as her fingers work at unfastening your pants.