“OH…Fuck!” she shrieked as a kaleidoscope of multi-colored flashes erupted inside her brain reminding her of the July fourth fireworks they had watched.
Her orgasm hit her like a runaway freight train, derailing any thought of telling her son to stop this madness. Her eyes slammed shut and her legs turned to jelly as wave after glorious wave of pleasure rocked her very being. Huffing for air she sagged against him, thankful that he still had his arms wrapped around her waist, otherwise she knew without a doubt that she would have dropped to the floor.
Mark knew he had gone too far. All he had planned to do was lightly caress her mound, but somehow his finger had found a way through her clothes. Once he felt her stiff clit with his fingertip it was game on. But now that it was over fear raised its’ ugly head. He had no idea how to explain his actions but was pretty sure that she was going to freak out when she gathered her thoughts. While waiting for his mother to finally regained some strength in her legs he continued to support her weight. Slowly he felt her brace herself against the counter, allowing him to relax his hold on her.
“I’m sorry, Mom. I got carried away, please forgive me,” he pleaded.
Standing on her own, her head bowed down, she whispered, “Go, leave me be.”
“Mom, I really am sorry,” he almost sobbed.
“Mark please…just go,” she almost groaned.
Relief washed over her when she felt him pull away, but she still stood there with her head down, afraid that if she turned around he would be there. It wasn’t fear of him being there. No, it was fear that he would see the lust in her eyes. Her willpower was gone, he had awakened the beast of desire within her that she had spent five long years trying to keep caged. She could still feel his finger buried in her and his hard length pressed into her ass. More tingles spread out from her still twitching twat as her mind relived what had happened. Once her composure returned she knew she had to confront her son. Squaring her shoulders she headed to his room.
Mark heard the soft knock on his door and before he could say anything his mother came in.
“You want to explain to me just what the HELL you were thinking,” she said, trying desperately to keep her voice level.
“I…I got carried away,” he replied.
“You think? I’m your Mother, Mark, you can’t be doing stuff like that with me,” she said, the edge in her voice noticeably gone.
“I didn’t mean for it to go that far, Mom. I really am sorry,” he said, unable to look her in the eyes.
She had never been able to stay mad at him for long, and now was no exception. If truth be told, she had enjoyed what he had done. Immensely. But she sure wasn’t about to admit it out loud. No, that was something she would keep to herself. Maybe even use it late at night. While she was thinking these thoughts her eyes roamed about the room as any mother’s would. That’s when she noticed the open suitcase lying on his bed. When she turned her gaze back to him she also noticed that he was fully dressed. A chill ran down her spine as she pointed toward the bed.