“Mom, can I ask you something?”
“Sure,” she replied.
“I was just wondering if you are ever going to start dating again,” he said, fully aware they’d gone over this before.
With a groan she replied, “Not this again.”
“Yes, this again.”
Glancing over at him she asked, “Why do you keep harping on this? I told you I have no desire to start dating.”
“I know, but I worry that you’re missing out on so much. Dad’s been gone five years now, it’s time to turn the page and get on with your life,” came his reply.
“I’m well aware of how long it’s been,” she said with an edge to her voice.
“So you can see where I’m coming from, can’t you?” he asked.
“I appreciate your concern, but I’m fine sweetie. I don’t need to look for another man, I’m perfectly happy the way things are.”
“Don’t you want to experience all that comes with having a relationship? And yes, by that I mean sexually too,” he softly said.
Instead of saying anything she just stared at him with her eyebrows raised in a questioning manner.
Mark registered the look on her face but continued anyway.
“You are obviously a very healthy woman, at least from what I’ve seen. So you should still have desires in that area. It might be you’ve repressed those desire so long there’s a need to re-ignite your pilot light. Do you think that is why you avoid dating?”
“So, what am I now, a furnace?” she asked, her forehead furrowing.
“That’s not what I meant. I just wonder if you’ve lost the urge to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh.”
Taking a sip of her coffee she glared at him for a bit before talking.
“This isn’t the kind of conversation a Mother has with her Son. But just so you know, I have the same urges as any woman my age. Do I miss sex? Oh course I do. But that’s no reason to get involved with some man that I hardly know. Now if you don’t mind I’d appreciate it if we could change the subject.”
Mark knew when to shut up. So instead of pestering her further he started talking about things that had nothing to do with sex. But truth be told, his cock was quite rigid from their previous conversation. What he didn’t know was his mother’s slit was soaking wet as well.
When she rose and took her cup to the sink he watched her. She just stood there staring out the window into the back yard. Slowly he stood and walked over to her. Standing behind her he slid his hands around her waist and placed them on her stomach, while lowering his chin onto her shoulder, something he’d done in the past.
“I really didn’t mean to upset you, Mom,” he whispered into her ear.
Lauren felt his chest press into her back and savored the feel of his strong arms around her. Placing one hand over his, she reached up and cupped the side of his face with the other one.
“I know honey,” she whispered back.
“I just want you to be as happy as possible,” he said, then turned his face and planted tiny little kisses on the side of her neck.
A moan floated from her mouth as butterflies fluttered in her stomach. Closing her eyes she allowed the pleasurable sensations coursing through her to take hold. Before she could fully succumb to the affects her son’s kisses were having on her he stopped, whispered he loved her, then left her standing there. If it hadn’t been for the counter to lean on she was sure she would’ve slid to the floor in a crumpled heap.