“I know, Honey. Youngsters can be cruel,” she said. “You’ve matured into a fine young man. You’re responsible and are turning into someone any girl could be proud of.” She scooted even closer, almost climbing into my lap. “I am so pleased with the way you’ve always helped around home. You’ve always put our needs ahead of your own wants.”
“Mom,” I started to say. “I told you to call me Pat or Patsy,” she said. “You’re an adult now. I know I’m your mother and always will be, but I think you’ve earned the right to call me by name.”
“OK, Patsy. I always helped out because I felt it was the right thing to do. Dad and you both taught me to try to do the right thing,” I told her. She turned, wrapped her arms around my neck, and hugged me like she was going to squeeze the life out of me. I wrapped my arms around her back returning the hug. Her left breast was pressed into my chest.
“You’ve earned another reward,” she said, licking my right ear. “I want you to really kiss me,” she said, as she got into my lap. “You need to know how to kiss like an adult. We’ll practice ’til you get it right,” she said.
This was a bit of a shock. Until tonight our kisses had always been platonic, on the cheek. “Patsy, are you sure?” I asked. She replied, “I told you, you’re an adult now. You need to learn adult things. Kissing a girl is no different. All you have to do is follow my lead.”
She then kissed me. I felt the softness of her lips pressed to mine. After a few seconds, I felt her tongue tracing my lips. It was such an erotic thing to me. I opened my lips and began to trace her lips with my tongue. Her tongue came in contact with mine. It was like a small electrical shock to my system. I heard her begin to moan softly. After breaking the kiss she whispered, “I’ve really missed that. Your dad could really get me going with a kiss. You’re following in his footsteps.”
There was a side effect to the kiss. My cock began to swell. Mom could feel it under her ass. “It feels like you’re having a problem down there,” she said with another soft giggle. “You’re the cause of it,” I told her. “I guess I’m too “hard” on you,” she replied with another laugh.
“Kiss me again,” she said. “I need it.”
I pulled her to me and kissed her. The kiss seemed to last forever as our tongues dueled. She took my right arm and placed my hand just under her left breast. I wondered, ‘should I try?’ It seemed like an invitation. I moved my hand down to her waist and back up to the bottom of her breast, gradually moving higher. I had my palm around the bottom of her breast when she broke the kiss, saying, “Go ahead. This is one of the benefits of being an adult. I want you to feel my tit.”
We kissed again. My hand wrapped around her breast and began to gently squeeze it. Pat began to moan softly again, while pushing her breast into my hand. I could feel her nipple pressing into my palm. “That feels so good,” I told her. I then started to unbutton her blouse. Undoing three buttons allowed me to slip my hand inside and feel her breast through the bra cup. The nipple was even more pronounced, becoming harder and more erect.