Mom said “This line still separates us. After what you said last night the edges look fuzzy, but it’s still here. Tommy, I don’t think I can control myself. I’m like a moth drawn to the flame, how close can I get before I burn myself into oblivion?”
“Mom, I love you. There will be no loss of control. We will know exactly what we are doing, and why we are doing it. We are ready. It is our time.”
She looked at me imploringly, desperately seeking further assurance. Looking into her loving eyes I said “I have a mother. She is an angel, a goddess, and my best friend. She has put her life on hold for me unconditionally, more than once. I have loved her for my entire life. Tina, I will never again think of you as, or call you, my mother.”
Her eyes lit up. An oppressive weight was lifting off her shoulders. The room brightened from her smile.
“I have a son. He has been everything and more that a mother could ever wish for. He is the only man I could ever love. Tommy, I will never again think of you as, or call you, my son.”
With those words spoken, the line between us dissipated like a wisp of steam over a hot cup of coffee.
We had been building up to this moment. The warm embraces and caresses. The innocent-yet-sexually-charged contact of our bodies. The kisses: mother to child, mother to son, lover to lover. The times we slept in each other’s arms without sex, desperately wanting, but resisting temptation – holding back out of a sacred bond of trust with, and responsibility toward, each other. The joy and exhilaration of the escalating intimacy we had shared the previous nights.
I wanted our first time to be perfect and totally pleasurable for Tina – even though I was a virgin and wouldn’t know what the hell I was doing. We held each other and shared the purest of kisses. Gazing into each other’s eyes it was clear things were going to move fast; after last night there was no reason to hold back. We removed each other’s robes. I was naked, but the icing on the cake was that Tina was wearing her cyan satin panty and bra; the symbols of my fantasies and desires, and as I now knew, whenever worn in my presence, an affirmation those fantasies and desires were shared by her as well.
She said “Would you like me to…?”
I was one step ahead of her – the clasps of her bra were already undone and it was being removed. She smiled sweetly.
“Tommy, please allow me to do this for you.”
Rising up, with my hands on her waist to hold her steady, she slowly and seductively took off her panty, letting it fall to the bed. Stepping free of it her beautiful sex was now at eye level and I fully appreciated why the anatomical term was mons veneris – the mound of Venus: nothing in all the heavens – or on earth – was more beautiful.
Looking into her eyes, my eyes asked if she was ready; her eyes said yes. I pointed to her side. She turned to look and I quickly pulled her into me putting my lips and tongue into her sex. Inhaling sharply she collapsed joyfully into my arms. Catching her I guided her so we were side by side.