“I’m your son, Mom.” David finally answered.
“I know!” Charlene erupted back, tears spilling down her face so uncontrollably she didn’t think they could ever stop. “Sweetheart I’m so sorry!” She pleaded. She wanted to tell him anything to make it right, to convey to him that it would never happen again. She needed him to know that this wasn’t her, and that whatever therapy or prayer it would take to make her normal again she would promise him that effort, but the words caught as her sobs intensified. It wasn’t until she felt the heavy presence of someone else’s weight shifting her mattress that she opened her wet eyes enough to take in her son again, sitting on the edge of the bed near enough to touch him.
“I needed to hear myself say that before I said this.” David continued as he reached out and placed his hands on his mother’s legs as she continued to hold them tightly against her body. His touch was like an electric charge against her already tingling naked flesh. “If seeing me this morning, was half as incredible for you as coming home to you like this was for me…” His voice trailed off. “Mom that was the hottest thing I have ever seen.” He said, bringing Charlene spiraling out of sorrow and into a state she couldn’t identify. “If you had been any other woman when I first walked in here…” David began with a more playful look on his face but despite the crooked up grin that was forming on his face, her son’s eyes displayed a deeper sincerity, that nullified the need for him to elaborate, and Charlene didn’t ask. In truth, she was a little discouraged by the comment, wondering how many other women there had been for her son. They had a close relationship, but David was normally guarded about his personal life, and not wishing to be intrusive, so long as he never came home with a pregnant girlfriend, Charlene had stayed away from the topic of his sex life. On that night, she wanted to be the only woman in his mind, if this was indeed going to be happening.
She reached out, cupping the side of David’s face, brushing her fingertips along his 5 o’clock shadow before winding her fingers around to the back of his tangled hair.
“Promise me something?” She whispered.
“What?” He asked with the same childish grin until reading her own face he adopted one more serious.
“You stop me if this doesn’t feel right.” She begged. Her heart was beating in her chest like it had decades ago for her first kiss as she leaned forward towards her son with her eyes closed. His mouth impacted with a firm tenderness against hers. His lips trembled along her mouth, nearly closed, as though gauging her reaction. It was the kiss of a son to his mother that tap-danced on the edge of becoming more with approval, but there was little more sensuality about it. Using her own mouth, Charlene cautiously parted his open and slipped her tongue forward. At that moment everything changed. Her tongue was met by his and the firmness of his lips softened and consumed hers. Breathing heavily in through her nose, Charlene tilted to the side as David took more of the lead. His hands roamed up her legs, parting them open. She could feel the warm air of the room kiss the heavy moisture between her shaking thighs as she scooted closer to her son and let him take her in his arms. Their lips were now those of new lovers, daring to take things further. Impassioned moans began to pass from mouth to mouth as tongues danced slowly in between.