Something's brewing

As they say, a watched pot never boils. Thus I do my best to keep my attention focused on the movie for the time being, and see where things go.

On screen the movie tells the story of a young woman sentenced to three years in prison after being caught smuggling **** for a boyfriend. Once the naive girl is behind bars, the plot quickly devolves into scenes of softcore lesbian porn between the protagonist and a variety of other female inmates.

Squeezed up against me, I eventually feel Natalie beginning to get restless, squirming around a bit. Soon she has one hand dipping slightly under the hem of her dress, her fingers tracing across the smooth skin of her lower thigh, no doubt enjoying the chemically-enhanced sensation.

Taking that as a signal, I slide in behind her and begin massaging her shoulders lightly. It only takes a minute before her breathing has quickened noticeably, and I hear her moaning softly from my touch.

I continue like this for a minute or so longer, watching closely for any signs of resistance. Seeing none, I slide the straps of her dress and bra off of her shoulders before continuing to massage her neck and shoulders. Changing things up, I work my way from shoulders to neck to head, using my finger tips to massage behind the ears, the scalp, and finally her temples.

By now my girl was putty in my hands, her body limp and pliable but at the same time, craving my touch.

I trace my hands down the sides of her torso, our skin separated by the fabric of her black dress. After moving her curly red locks to one shoulder, I nuzzle my cheek against the other side of her head and lean in to kiss her neck, softly at first.

"What are you doing, Mom?" Natalie asks me.

"Just making you feel good, honey," I answer. She says nothing in response, apparently finding my explanation satisfactory.

I begin to kiss her neck more aggressively, sucking on her now wet skin. I gently unfasten her dress, pulling it down her body until it is bunched around her waist. Now I can trace my hands along her sides, skin touching skin. I can feel her tense up as I cross certain ticklish spots, but I know she is enjoying my touch greatly now, purring from my efforts.

As I undo her bra and let it drop into her lap, she reaches up with an arm to cover her breasts, but I simply slide my hand underneath her arm and begin to gently knead the soft flesh. She opens her mouth, perhaps to chastise me, but ends up biting her lower lip, breathing heavily through her nose as I search out her erect nipple with my fingers, my other hand resting on her abs.

I continue to suck on her neck, occasionally taking a break to nibble on her ear lobe, or suck it into my mouth before releasing it again. Natalie pants and moans as I attack her sensitive spots, every pleasure-filled sound she makes gets me hotter and hotter. I'm aching to take this all the way, but I've got to do things right.

I continue to play with both her breasts using one hand, switching between the two soft mounds freely. I allow my other hand to delve lower, slipping past the bunched up fabric of her dress until I feel the heat between her legs. I slide my finger tips over the fabric of her black panties, stopping an inch or so above her clit and rubbing this spot, up and down up, and down. Finally I move lower again, her panties warm and wet, I apply pressure with a single finger.

Inside her, a flood of serotonin and dopamine transform my touch into a magical sensation of warmth and electric tingle. A feelings of love and closeness overwhelm any doubts or fears.

I work my finger faster and harder, watching her face light up with pleasure. Her back arches and she shivers, her breathing gets shallower and faster. Her whines and moans increase in tempo and pitch as well.

I monitor all these signs closely, and once I have her close to the breaking point, I stop.

She makes a sound that lets me know that she is begging for me to finish what I started.

I whisper in her ear, "Its getting late, why don't you let me take you up to bed, my baby girl?"