After she heard my voice, she Said, son can you please pull me back, from under this bed Mama... got stuck under this Dam bed. After saying that she. waited for me to reply, there I was, standing behind her, watching her ass move up and down with every little movement. And sure enough, I felt like I was in heaven—I had never seen an ass as fine as hers.
And I know what I'm talking about. I had a girlfriend in the past, one of the most beautiful girls in my college. We made out many times before our breakup, and she had a big, bouncy ass too. She always used to grind it on me whenever we were together... But for now, forget her, because the ass I was watching was the most irresistible one I had ever seen. The bad part was... it belonged to my mom's.
I was still caught in those thoughts when I heard a sharp voice cut through my silence. It was mom, still waiting for my reply. She said, "Ahh... Son, are you there or not? Why don't you reply to me... hmm?"
Hearing the panic in her voice, I quickly answered, "Calm down, just let me think."
A minute later, I added, "What if I pull you slowly by your hips?"
Without even thinking twice, she responded, "Ahh okay, sweetie, pull me back. I can't bear this position any longer, it's hurting my back too much. Please, do it, mama is waiting..."
After hearing that, I simply said one word: "Okay."
I grabbed mom's big, soft hips with both hands and crouched in an awkward position—not quite sitting, not quite standing, more like floating in mid-air. My legs were bent just right so that if I pulled her, then mom's body would bump directly against me.
I muttered, "I'm going to pull you now." And I did.
When I pulled mom's hips, her ass pressed hard against me, and I felt the warmth of her soft cheeks around me. After that powerful impact, her jelly-like ass started bouncing, and I heard mom's voice:
"Ahhh... What... what was that, aro? I felt like my back hit something... hmm... what was that... hhn... Sweetie?"
I quickly replied, "Ooo... sorry, mom! I got carried away, and in the hurry, your back pressed into my thighs."
Then she said, "Ooo... but are you sure it was just your thighs? I felt something else too... between my—"
I cut her off before she could finish the sentence. I knew how innocent she was—almost naïve. I once read that innocence is a blessing, not a weakness, but in mom's case, it seemed different. She was so trusting that if someone lied with confidence, she would surely believe it. And that's exactly what I did.
I said, "Oo, mom, it was nothing but my thighs, believe me."
She answered with a smile I could imagine: "I believe you, sweetie. Now pull me again, I can't stay here all day..."
So I pulled a few more times, and slowly, as I gripped mom's hips, I eased her sundress upward until it rested around the waist. With all the pulling and pushing, it would seem completely natural to mom. That's when I caught sight of the tiny red panties—barely visible at the hips and almost swallowed under those round cheeks because of how skimpy they were.
I couldn't believe that my devoted, innocent mom was wearing such skimpy, sexy panties. My eyes widened, and I felt my breath catch. I couldn't believe what I was seeing or how perfectly her ass filled them out. Even the porn actresses I had watched didn't look this sexy. If anyone else saw her in this position, they surely would lose their mind and wouldn't care about the consequences. And that's exactly what happened to me—I lost all sense of reason. My thoughts shut down, and the only thing I wanted in that moment was to claim that beautiful ass of Mom's.
I stopped pushing and lowered myself to my knees. With my hands trembling in both excitement and fear, I placed them firmly on Mom's ass cheeks. Her position already spread her apart slightly, but I pushed a little more, making the sight even clearer. Her flesh was soft, warm, and inviting under my fingers.
That's when I noticed how her skimpy panties didn't really cover anything at all. The tiny strip of fabric was pressed tightly between her two swollen lips, while her asshole and pussy lips twitched faintly as though they were breathing in rhythm. Each movement seemed to pull that thin fabric deeper inside, and the sight nearly drove me mad.
I realized her panties and pussy were wet. So wet, in fact, that I knew if she stayed like this a little longer, drops would start falling onto the floor. My throat went dry, and with a shaky hand I pinched the waistband of her panties between two fingers at her hips, tugging gently upwards. The tension pulled the panties tighter into her slit, and I heard her soft, nervous voice:
"Ahhh... ahhh... sweetie, what's going on back there? I feel so weak... why aren't you pulling me back?"
Her words rang in my ears, but my head felt fogged. I knew deep inside she would realize what was actually happening eventually, but I couldn't stop myself. At that moment, reason and restraint were gone. I thought, even if I die after touching Mom like this... I'd accept it.
So, without thinking, I blurted, "Mom... your clothes are getting in the way. I need to move them so I can hold you better, with more grip."
It was the dumbest excuse, and I half expected her to scold me, to tell me no, to stop immediately. My heart pounded as I waited.
And then, after a pause, her soft and almost childlike voice came again, slow and uncertain:
"Do you really think... that will help me get out?"
Her innocence made me swallow hard. She was too trusting, too naïve to even suspect.
I forced conviction into my voice and answered quickly, "Yes. It will make it easier, Mom."
She sighed, then said with blind faith, "If you say so... I believe you, sweetie. Then take off my clothes... and help me out of this position."
My pulse hammered in my ears as her words sank in. She was too innocent, too naïve to see beyond the surface of what I had told her. To her, this was just another way to escape her uncomfortable trap. To me, it was the permission I needed but never thought I'd get.
I swallowed hard, my hands trembling slightly as I placed them carefully on her sides. Her skin felt warm through the fabric, her breath shaky, as she waited for me to guide her out. But my eyes were fixed straight on her curves, on the way those damp panties had already betrayed her body.
Slowly, I started sliding the sundress higher up her waist, pretending to be focused only on the excuse I had given her—that it was to "hold her with more grip." She stayed silent, not suspicious in the slightest, only shifting a little with each tug I made. I could almost hear the doubt forming in her voice before it left her lips.
"Sweetie... is this really how you're supposed to help me? You're not... hurting me, right?" she asked, her tone soft, almost like a child double-checking something simple.
I leaned closer, steadying my breathing. "Of course not, Mom. Just trust me... the more I free your clothes, the easier it will be to pull you out."
She hesitated but then gave the same innocent answer she always did when she believed me: "If you say so, sweetie... then keep going."
Her blind trust only pushed me further. My hands brushed her thighs as the dress gathered higher, until the flimsy fabric no longer hid anything from my gaze. The sight of her soft skin in the dim light made my control weaken by the second.
My mind screamed with conflicting thoughts—part of me questioned what I was doing, but the other part, the stronger part in that moment, felt locked on to the irresistible vision in front of me. I thought, "She's so innocent she truly doesn't see it... and that makes it impossible to stop."then i pull her skimpy panties off in one Swift momet.
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