Night Nurse : Mommy’s Creampies 16

by Tori Westwood

Book Cover: Night Nurse : Mommy’s Creampies 16
Part of the Mommy's Creampies series:

My estranged son Kevin returns home late one night all battered and bruised.  He and his father have fallen out, so I decide not to wake him when I spot Kevin’s car outside.

Read as I nurse his wounds and end up doing something stupid.  I don’t want to lose him again and I’m prepared to do anything, even taking his climax inside me.


“Let Mommy take care of you,” I whispered.

Kevin’s hand came around me and rested against the small of my back.  He pressed his head to my chest and I held it, taking a deep breath and feeling my body awaken all over again.

His hand began to rub against the silk of my night-gown and it smoothed over my naked skin beneath.

“Good boy,” I continued, falling deeper into the dynamic.  Perhaps this was the way to truly get through to him.

“I just want to be loved, Mom,” he confessed.

“Oh, honey, you are.”

I held him against me in silence, gently rubbing the back of his head and listening to him breathe steadily.

Kevin slowly turned his head, teasing his face between the split in my gown.  I didn’t want to ruin the moment by stopping him.  Now I could feel his warm breath against my breasts.

“I can love you,” I told him.

“I know, Mom.”


His words touched my chest, sending a shiver through me that I fought not to show.  My nipples stiffened and I took a deep breath, hoping to calm myself.  It did the opposite.

Kevin must have sensed something.  His other hand came to the small of my back now and he started to massage it over me, moving up my body and then down again to tease at the top of my ass.

“Oh, sweetie,” I hushed.  I wanted so much more but I knew it wasn’t right.  I wasn’t about to tell Kevin that though.

I closed my eyes to his touch and just held him.  I wanted to see what he’d do next and he didn’t disappoint.  In the quiet embrace I felt the soft touch of his lips between my breasts.

He kissed me gently, leaving loving pecks in different places of my exposed chest.  His lips trailed around the top of my bra and I opened the gown wider.

I looked down my chest at him and held his head on me as his kisses became deeper and wetter.  My pulse rose and I exhaled.  My chin rattled and I tried to temper my excitement.

“That’s nice, Kevin,” I hushed finally.

He took it as his cue to continue and his hands started to wander more freely.  They brushed down over my panties and he took a chance grip of my ass as I stood against his bed.

I didn’t dare stop him.  I wanted to see how far he’d go, and if he did it without prompting then that was all the better.  I could pretend I had nothing to do with it, despite wanting it so badly.

Kevin’s big hand moved around to the front of me now.  Steadily he teased open the side of my gown wider, as though he was waiting to be scalded.  I said nothing and watched hopefully.  He stared up at me finally.

“Can I?” he asked.

“You can do whatever you need to, sweetie.”


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