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Supporting MumThe pandemic lock-down has been going for a few weeks now. We adapt, butsome find it more difficult than others. My 68 year old Mum lives alone, but insheltered housing, so there are lots of people she can chat to, living in thesame complex. That being said, I still talk to her once a day, just to make sureshe’s ok. Although she only lives 20 minutes drive away from me, we bothagreed, reluctantly, that we should observe the current no-contact ruling.Mum’s had a few minor health issues as she’s got older. Nothing too serious,but I’d hate to think that I could transmit something if I were to visit.As I said, we’re still in touch once a day. It started as a daily phone call, butwith a lot of patience and gentle tuition, I finally managed to teach her how tovideo call! She’s not exactly tech-savvy, but she got there. 7pm each day, wesettle ourselves down in our homes and just spend an hour together… albeitapart. I think it helps her cope, knowing that I really am just a call away.It’s interesting how quickly we have adjusted to life indoors, especially when itcomes to getting dressed each day. At the start of this lock-down, I’d make sureI kept as ‘normal’ a routine as possible. I’d get up at a reasonably early time,get washed, then dressed. After chatting to Mum, I’d then go and getundressed and put my bathrobe on. After a while, I’d get dressed later andlater, quite often spending the whole day in my bathrobe. Why not? I wasn’tgoing anywhere. I noticed during our video calls, Mum was also getting quitelax in that respect… but I don’t think she quite appreciated how different avideo call is from a phone call!It was during a call 2 weeks ago, that I realised she’d stopped wearing a bra.She was wearing a fairly prim and proper nightie. Not exactly bayraklı escort a plungingneckline, but low enough to expose a little cleavage. That was nice, but what Ireally liked was how the material clung to her breasts. I could even see theoutlines of her nipples. I was transfixed. I’ve loved Mum’s tits since I was ak**… even before I was old enough to realise what a turn-on they were! They’reabout a c-cup and still showing only slight signs of sagging. As I stared, I totallyforgot to listen to the conversation. Mum was calling me and I snapped out ofmy trance. “Sorry Mum, I was distracted”. She had a look on her face – notquite annoyed, more bemused than anything. “Is there something on yourmind?” she asked. I felt my face go red as I tried to think of something lessembarrassing to admit to! I think she noticed, because I could see her nippleshad got bigger. Great! just when I thought I’d calmed down! If she had noticedmy staring, it didn’t seem to bother her. She just carried on chatting as normal,not attempting to cover up. I’m so glad the camera showed just the top half ofmy body… I had a raging hard-on! Without any obvious moves, I parted thelower part of my robe and let my cock stand free. I was sure I was being subtle,but Mum then asked what I was doing! I said I was just shifting to get morecomfortable!! She didn’t say anything, just smiled… and her nipples continuedto strain against her nightie. As we said our goodbyes, she ended with a wickedsmirk, saying “Don’t get too comfortable, will you?” As soon as we rang off, Ihad my cock in my hand, thinking about my Mum and wanked to a hugeorgasm that left me exhausted!7pm the following day.Before I called I was already hard. Mum’s beautiful face came on screen… but not with yesterday’s escort bayraklı nightie. This time she was wearing a very flimsy one that flapped open dangerously every time she moved. Not only that, but it wasvirtually transparent. I nearly came on the spot. “Are you sitting comfortably?” she asked with a cheeky grin. “Are you?” I asked in reply. “Oh yes” she said “I was so hot earlier, I had to put on a lighter nightdress. Do you like it?”. “Very much so” I answered truthfully. We talked about nothing in particular for a little while, when suddenly she gasped. “What’s wrong?” I asked, immediately concerned. “I’ve just noticed” she said “that this nightie is almost see-through!Why didn’t you tell me?!” I was trying to think of an excuse, when my mouth blurted “I didn’t want you covering up!” There was silence… did I really just say that out loud?! Shit!To my surprise, Mum just laughed and said “I remember when you used to be fascinated with my breasts”“Used to?” I asked… “try ‘still’”She looked at me puzzled “Really? Why ‘still’? After the amount of womenyou’ve had, I would have thought you’d got these out of your system” All thetime she was talking, I could see her nipples growing.“Honestly?” I asked. She nodded. Ok, I thought, here goes nothing…“In all honesty, Mum, I’ve always loved your tits and have never found anyonewith tits as nice… younger or older… and believe me, I’ve looked!” She was alittle startled at my bluntness, but not apparently shocked.“What makes mine so special?”“They’re just such a nice shape and your nipples are incredible. I love the waythey stand so erect… like now”She brushed her hand across them and shivered.“Yesterday, you said you were trying to get comfortable. Did you mean youwere excited after seeing bayraklı escort bayan my nipples?”“Yes”“Did you think about me after we hung up?”“Yes” I was having difficulty breathing.“What did you do when you were thinking of me?”“How honest do you want me to be?”“Totally”“I sat here, grabbed my cock and wanked until I came, thinking of you”She gasped and shifted in her seat.“What are you doing?” I asked“Getting comfortable” she answered with a smile. I couldn’t see that low down,but her hand appeared to be in her lap. Her shoulder was low, causing hernightdress strap to slip off her shoulder, exposing the swell of her breast. Imade it obvious that my hand was back on my cock… and moving.“What else turns you on?” she asked“I love a hairy pussy”“What do you like to do to them?” Now her own hand is moving, out of sight.Her breathing is getting heavier, the nightdress has slipped, only being held upby her nipple.“I stroke the hair, parting it and fingering her wet slit. I pull her legs open” (atwhich point Mum seemed to be parting her own legs) “then I go down and lickher cunt!” I was purposefully crude and Mum flinched in response… but shewas moving in her seat and moaning. Her nipple was fully exposed andstanding!“I hold her cunt lips open and push my tongue deep inside. I rub her clit with my nose as I’m licking and feel her juices flowing! She’s cumming!” At this,Mum is bouncing and thrashing in her seat, obviously fingering her twat for allit’s worth. Both tits are out and I’m wanking my cock hard, listening to Mumgrunting in sheer pleasure as she reaches her own climax. Her eyes snap openand she looks directly into mine, causing my balls to tighten, as I shout “Mum!I’m cumming!” A jet of hot spunk erupts from my cock and lands high on mychest. Mum can see it and she never takes her eyes off me.We both sat there, breathing hard, both limp from our exertions. She didn’tbother covering back up.“Thank you” Mum said quietly… we said goodnight and hung up.The next call should be interesting…

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