“Mom, take it easy on yourself. Remember? You said it wasn’t wrong if we didn’t make love.”
“Tommy, I’m not sure. There are rules, and if I didn’t break them, I surely bent, dented, and twisted them.”
I gave her the best ‘no you didn’t’ look possible with only one working eye.
“When you had your nightmare last night I was so worried for you. I can’t bear the thought you’ll have another one without me close by… I think I should sleep next to you for a few more nights. Would that be alright with you?”
My heartbeat increased dramatically; I smiled and said “Like you said – ‘it’s not nice to argue with your mother.'”
“I think it will be best, but I’ll dress more appropriately.”
I wanted to tell her that wasn’t necessary, but I said “It will be nice to have you near. Hopefully I won’t wake you up in the middle of the night again.”
I kissed her, and went to use the bathroom and shower first. Changing into briefs I went to bed and waited anxiously for Mom. She was wearing pajamas when she joined me under the covers, facing me with our arms draped over each other. We kissed and hugged. Mom caressed my face and gave me a passionate kiss. Running my fingers from her neck to the small of her back made her squirm with pleasure; from touch I could tell she was wearing a granny and a cotton underwear underneath her pajamas.
One kiss led to another and they grew in intensity. My hand reached down over Mom’s hip pulling us tightly together. Kissing her passionately she returned the sentiment. As we continued to kiss, Mom’s tongue licked my lips! The sensation made me practically levitate above the bed. She looked at me like she thought she had done something wrong.
“I’m sorry, Tommy. I guess I got carried away.”
“Mom, it was wonderful.”
Kissing her again, this time I put my tongue between her lips. Mom let out a soft moan. We looked into each other’s eyes. Another kiss; this time our tongues made contact, gently probing the limits of each other’s. The feeling was unbelievable; our hearts began pounding in unison. Mom pulled away a little bit and tried to catch her breath. She said “I… never… he tried to…”
“It was wonderful. You’re the only woman in my life; everything with you is my first.”
We went back for seconds, and soon our tongues were playing off each other’s in a wild ecstatic celebratory dance. We were deliciously losing control, neither of us was worried about maintaining it. Mom began to shudder and pulled back, she was clearly conflicted.
“Tommy, I love you so much. I don’t know what to do. I love you with all my heart but I am your mother. You are my son, but I love you so much more than that. What are the acceptable limits of a mother’s love for her son before she crosses the line?”
“Mom, you can never do wrong with me. I love you – I always have and I always will. Every new day with you is better than the one before.” We lay there, content with our closeness. Mom took my hand in hers, and bringing it to her lips she kissed it tenderly. Moving it away from her lips she placed it over her breast, holding it to her in firm embrace. My hand instinctually cupped and caressed the beautiful firm orb. She made no attempt to stop me. I ran my palm and fingers over it, reveling in the sheer pleasure of the sensation of the treasure in my hand. Her breathing became deeper and faster, her heart began to pound, and her passions quickly intensified. When I gently played with her nipple her whole body reacted from head to toe. Her knees were crossing over each other, and she was grinding into my now totally rock-hard manhood. Turning herself into me we continued our chaotic contortions face-to-face, sex-to-sex.