Rob rolled away onto his back, his face scrunched up into a sleepy grin as she followed him with more of those big wet kisses. Laughing, she rolled over with him, attacking his face with her harmlessly soft lips, planting one after the other on his nose, his cheeks, the sides of his mouth.
Then she landed one right on his lips with a, ‘hmmmmm-MWAH!’
It didn’t matter that she could now sense his erection tenting his boxer briefs. So that happened to teenage boys. She felt no fear. It was harmless. Wasn’t it?
Her naked thigh brushed against him. She too was wearing clingy briefs and a tank top. Nothing was about to accidentally ride up but it didn’t stop the feeling of being essentially skin-on-skin together, in the same bed.
Lovingly, she cuddled him close and rolled him back onto his side, so they were face to face again and in each others’ arms. ‘I can tell you’re mine,’ Rob said coyly. ‘I know where the weird comes from now.’
She stroked his cheek. ‘Are you happy?’
‘I am. Are you?’ he returned.
She nodded in all certainty. ‘Thank you for being here. I do love you.’
‘I love you too,’ he replied and smooched her. Then that kiss became something else. Their hands on each other became something else. And in Robert’s eyes lay a question that maybe asked “how far is okay?”
That time she broke it off sooner and suggested breakfast.
6
‘No mother kisses her son that way. No mother rolls around in bed like that with her son. His cock was hard as a tree trunk. You were getting wet off it. You didn’t want that last kiss to end. You wanted to reach into his boxers and grab hold and you wanted him to…’
Marie silenced her thoughts the best she could, soaping her dripping wet body beneath the showerhead. For most of those fifteen minutes her eyes remained closed and she did her best not to touch herself where she had undeniably awoken her younger urges, but all became lost in a blur of teasing and remembering what it was like to be wanted again.
Flashing before her eyes, his face drew nearer, time and time again, his lips touching hers. And in her mind, those lips didn’t just press up against her wetly and stay there so much as they worked hers open as his tongue sought hers.
He’s sleeping on the couch tonight, she lied to herself.
That afternoon they caught a train into the town centre and adventured along the shopping precinct, arm in arm. They still had so much to learn about each other. Shopping was a great way to learn, seeing as Marie was pretty sure she was going to be surprising him every birthday and Christmas from then on.
All afternoon she tried to buy him things, but he wouldn’t let her. Sheepishly, he worried that she didn’t have the money to give away, even if she wanted to, but in the end, she insisted on something.
‘Oh these would look great on you,’ Marie said in the men’s clothing section of the local TK Maxx. She was holding up a pack of boxer shorts. The display cover suggested that they were very clingy and thin. The underwear model’s junk was barely leaving anything to the imagination.