She pulled back slightly to look me in the eyes, and smiled at me. “That came from a place of love and gratitude, baby. I’m so glad you’ve been here for me, helping every way you can, and I wanted to show you how much I appreciate it, and a little peck on the cheek just wasn’t going to do it. Did that bother you?”
I searched my heart, before answering, “Surprised me, then everything else faded away except the kiss, and I was returning it, and…”
“And you think that’s not how moms are supposed to kiss their sons?” she asked.
“We both know it’s not what most people would consider ‘normal’ mother-son behavior.”
“‘Normal’ is overrated,” she said, running her finger along my jaw. “In that moment, I wanted to give you a love kiss, so I did. You didn’t pull away from it, so it can’t have bothered you that much.”
“I liked it very much. Does that make me weird?” I wondered.
“It makes you the young man who said, ‘Whatever you need from me, just ask’ That’s what I was asking, what I needed, to give you, and to receive back. Thank you.” She stepped out of our hug, and went to open the front door. “I don’t feel much like cooking. Chinese delivery okay?”
I nodded, and followed her into the house, whispering, “You’re welcome.”
Chinese dinner was just normal me-mom banter, as if the kiss hadn’t just happened, and I felt much better about both it and myself. You hear about lines being crossed, and how things aren’t the same afterwards, but it didn’t feel like anything really had changed. I did get several more of those kisses over the next week or so, whenever I’d done something particularly nice for her.
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January 18th
As the college winter break was winding down, and the next day was going to be Dad’s Memorial, I decided to spend most of the day with Duke and Kenny playing video games and joking around, then Patti was going to meet me at my house around 5, and we’d take my Mom out for dinner, and then Patti was going to spend the night again, to accompany us to the service the next day. Mom was taking the last of her bereavement days, to work on arranging some photos of Dad for the service.
As I pulled up to the house around 4:30, I saw Patti’s VW Bug already parked by our house. I parked my Escort behind it and walked up to the house and through the door. And walked right into a wet dream. Two women, naked bodies entangled on the couch, making love to each other. It took several long seconds before my mind could wrap itself around the fact that it was my Mom lying in a 69 over Patti, seconds in which I became aroused and rock hard. Seconds in which not an ounce of anger or disgust or anything but arousal popped into my mind. What I was looking at was only beautiful to my eyes, to my cock. My mind had just shut everything else out.
So instead of yelling, or getting upset, I simply disrobed, and dropped to my knees next to Patti’s face. She turned in surprise, looked me in the eyes then down to my hard, throbbing cock, and quickly slid her head under Mom’s leg and began blowing me, her tongue wild and already driving me crazy, as I thrust my hips towards her, slowly.