“But Mom-!”
“I can’t teach you those kinds of things.”
“What gives? I thought we were close, that you of all people would understand!”
A confused look fluttered across her face, “Me of all people? What are you talking about?” she asked.
“I can see what’s happening. You and dad have no kind of relationship. You guys don’t even sleep in the same bed most nights.”
“What does my and your father’s relationship have to do with anything?” she said, deflecting; “You’re a kid, you don’t understand the repercussions of what you’re asking me to do. Messing around with someone you’re related to, even just touching. If people found out they’d call it perverted, or worse, incest!”
“Mom, we’re both adults! Guys my age are hooking up with girls all the time, I’m just curious about an older woman’s body. What’s the harm in letting me just touch your breast? It’s not that big of a deal!”
“No, you’re not a kid anymore,” she conceded, “and one day you’ll find the perfect girl and the two of you can figure everything out together. That’s how it’s supposed to work.”
“You weren’t listing. I’ve been with girls and done stuff?”
“Stuff?” this time it was his mother’s turn to raise an eyebrow.
“Yes Stuff. But they were all athletic-y, tall types. None of them have what you’ve got, what I might be missing out on! How would I know?”
“What do I have?” his mother said, giving him a flat look.
Andrew realized he’d stumbled into dangerous territory. “I don’t know? Something different, for one you’ve got…” Andrew trailed off. He was letting her get him worked up. He stood up. He was almost a head taller than his mother.
“How about this and this for starters!” As he spoke, he placed his right hand on her left hip and the other on her right breast.
His mother let out a startled breath, but didn’t step away. Underneath his hand he felt her nipple growing suddenly hard.
She took his wrist as if to pull his hand away, but instead crushed it tighter between them and leaned in, closer.
“You know this is wrong,” she whispered standing on tiptoes and nuzzling the side of his face with her own.
Andrew craned his neck, catching his mother’s dark eyes, trying to tell if she was messing with him, and was pleased by what he saw smoldering in their depths.
“Wrong doesn’t always mean bad,” He whispered back.
Returning his gaze, she gave a small nod and her nostrils flared. Their lips were mere centimeters apart. Andrew could feel his mother’s hot breath on his chin, and experienced and overpowering need touch her skin.
They had both been feeling the same primal pull, but Andrew had been the only one brave enough to take the first steps.
“Just touching?” Andrew asked in a breathless whisper.
Their lips brushed, their mouths opened, they began to kiss.
There was a noise at the door.
Startled his mother took a nervous step away and cleared her throat.
Andrew’s Dad, Philip barged into the room unannounced. A balding middle age man, he was shorter than Andrew but taller than his mother.
Andrew’s Dad stood a little unsteady on his feet; He didn’t seem to notice the awkward silence or the guilty look on their faces.