Again his face wandered back to my forehead. He gently kissed my brows, my eyes, my nose and my cheeks that were furiously blushing. And then as if by accident his lips met mine. The lips wandered away and again gravitated to my lips. I was shocked first then embarrassed. I kept my lips shut to minimize the impact. His delicious tongue nuzzled along the contours of my lips. Then I knew that I was precariously thawing. I was slipping down the precipice, slipping, slipping. I had opened my lips against my resolve. Our lips were glued together, out tongues were involved in a primordial love dance. His adventurous tongue was caressing the roof of my mouth, the underside of my tongue, the inner walls of my cheeks. I was swept away in a tsunami of nameless passion. I never knew that such things were possible in love.
‘No dear, let me go and take bath,’ I forcefully disengaged myself. Both of us were shaking. He came after me to the door of the bath room sniffing my fresh hair. I lovingly gave a bath to my body which is so dear to my son, a lush body that has by far defied years except for a slightly protruding tummy. If I try some physical exercise that also will go.
Back in my bed room, I put on the light blue panties he had brought. It had the exact size- 38 inches. On the outer side of the gusset there was a large butterfly painted to it. I smiled at the bawdy imagery. Then I put on the new underskirt. At that point devil had the better of me and I called my son.
‘Dear, help me with the bra,’ indeed he was anxiously waiting outside and darted in. I had put the cups in place and it had to be hooded on the back side.
His eyes were ravenously feasting on me. With devout fingers, and a pious concentration he hooked me up. Now it was the last and concluding stage. I pulled out the fresh gown and placed it against my frame. It was soft like a dream, flowing like a mountain stream and fresh smelling like an exotic tinsel world.
I mischievously smiled and put on the gown, he anxiously helped me to zip it up. Then he surveyed me from a distance with awful admiration, it was followed by a surprising gesture which took me by surprise. He genuflected with joined hands and then prostrated to kiss my feet. I hissed in shock and stepped back.
‘You deserve it my goddess mother, you deserve it,’ again he kissed my foot.
He looked at me as if he was face to face with a divine being. I surveyed myself on the mirror. Of course I looked graceful. The fabric was hugging me, accentuating my feminine geometry. Particularly the bust area had a heavenly appeal. The gown magnified the curves and differentiated the natural hue of the luscious pair.
‘I am going to be your devotee for the rest of my life,’ he whispered in a trance. I was agog with excitement. For the first time in my quasi cloistered life, I was having a true admirer. He happened to be my own son, it was terrifying and enthusing. We are not doing anything taboo after all, I reasoned.
The night progressed with a slight drizzle and a few streaks of lightning. He followed me everywhere in a hypnotic trance. I smiled to myself for the attention I was getting.