They taunted and teased each other’s needs with devilish tongues and sinful lips until the bedroom windows were caked in a thick layer of steam against the cold night air outside. The bed covers were attached to the mattress by little more than a corner. The rest had been kicked to the floor. Charlene felt more alive than she had in years, like a teenager in the back seat of a car for the first time. Her fiery red hair was a disaster and her eyes betrayed the glaze of a woman truly spent and happy. She had cried out her son’s name caring not who might have heard her, regardless of the fact that they were in no immediate risk of discovery. Sensibility had been abandoned and given way to the taboo. At last she lay spent and contented, curled on her side against the young man she had raised like some twisted but perfect dream. Wrapped in David’s arms which still glistened with perspiration, her heart still beat as fast as it had when he first touched her that night, and she drifted off to sleep as the digital alarm clock on her night stand flashed 4:32am, with the feel of David’s lips softly against her neck and the warmth of his breath in her ear.
Sunday Morning…
Finally, with a mixture of helplessness and longing, Charlene leaned in to press her pouty lips against her son’s, to await his return kiss, to bid him good morning not only as a mother, but as a lover and to decide with him what would happen next
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