Before she could speak, I kissed her full on the mouth. She turned her head, but when I left my lips on her cheek, Mom turned back and returned with a closed-lipped kiss.
She had her eyes closed. I kissed small kisses several times, and then touched her lips with my tongue. She puckered shut, and then opened her mouth. I went slow and I think she moaned softly.
She pushed me to arms’ length and said, “Go out in the hall until I call you. I’ll put on my robe like last night.”
“No, Mom. This time I want to see you naked. I want to see that beautiful body you keep in such good shape.”
“In the daylight? Here? With the sun streaming in the windows? HERE?”
“Yeah, Mom. Here. Me naked, and you naked. Here.” I kissed her again, and again.
“Your top, Mom. It’s ready for the wash.”
“Scott, I don’t know… I don’t know if…”
I took the bottom of her pullover and skinned it up to her armpits, leaned in and gave her another kiss, and she raised her arms up so I could pull it over her head. I threw it into the pile while Mom lifted her hands to cover the lacy blue bra that strained to hold her 36D breasts.
“I can’t believe this,” she said.
“Now your skirt.” It had an elastic waistband. I stretched it around her hips and let it fall to the floor. Mom wasn’t making eye contact.
My eyes were on her muscular calves and thighs. And her matching blue briefs.
My mother was standing in front of her naked son in only bra and panties.
I stepped forward and reached around her. “Scott, I don’t know…”
“I do, Mom,” I said as I unhooked the first of three. “You look so beautiful.” The second hook parted. “I can’t wait to see your breasts.” The last hook was freed.
I stepped back, but Mom held the bra tight against her chest.
“Let it go, Mom.
She did and gave me my first look at two magnificent breasts, capped with tight, hard, dark nipples centered in light brown circles.
“Oh Mom!”
“Scott… honey…?” It was a plea or a question or something. I figured it was a look for approval of some kind.
“They’re so beautiful, Mom.”
She smiled and seemed relieved.
“Do you want to take your panties off, or do you want me…?”
“I… I can’t.”
I slowly stepped in, put my hands on her waistband, and glided a pair of panties off my mom and onto the floor.
“Does Carrie shave?” Mom asked.
I nodded, then added, “That makes her look even younger than she acts. Mom, you’re a woman. A full-grown, natural woman. I love it.” I was referring to the thick, lush, tangled triangle between my mother’s legs. It wasn’t as light as the blonde hair on Mom’s head. It was about the color of tender toast.
I reached and ran my fingers through Mom’s pubic hair. A light touch that never got to the skin under the jungle. Mom gasped.
I kissed her again, then repeated until we were both out of breath. I hugged her tight and whispered in her ear, “Let’s make love, Mom.”
“Make love to me, Scott.” Her voice was a dream.
We guided and propped each other up all the way to the bed. Then magically, I was in my father’s bed with my naked mother. I kissed her face, rubbed my hands over her body… again and again.