Mums are like that.
After we had breakfast, or lunch depending on your point of view, Dad as you’d expect fell asleep in the chair, Mum then decided to do the washing. I, being persistent if nothing else, waited a moment for her to get into the laundry, and then followed her quietly so as not to disturb Dad.
She must have heard me coming and turned to face me, standing for a moment, before saying, “I hope you’re going to behave yourself, I don’t want any more of last night, thank you.”
I put my arms around her waist pulling her to me, “Mum, I can’t stop thinking about you, and how your lips felt against mine.” She didn’t pull away, simply putting her hands on the backs of my shoulders.
“Alex, it’s wrong we shouldn’t kiss like that darling, even though I had to admit to you that I enjoyed it, and I did, but it’s still wrong. So it has to stop, it just has to.”
“If I don’t kiss you right now Mum, I’m going to explode.” My hips were pressed against hers, as I pulled her closer to me, she had to feel my hardness. I looked down at her nipples, “and it looks as if I’m not the only one about to explode.”
I got a sheepish grin from her, “damn things, I should have them cut off, they give me away every time.” She looked behind me, “what’s he doing?”
“Sleeping it off again.”
“I thought he might, and if I’m honest, when I came in here, I knew you’d follow me if he did. Ok then kiss me like you did last night, but this is the last time, it really does have to end …soon.”
Her hands were now on the back of my neck, and she used then to pull my head down so she could claim my mouth with hers. Even though the kiss was as soft as she wanted it to be, she’d now become more assertive.
I opened my eyes as we kissed, hers were closed, I pulled back on the pressure slightly, but her mouth followed, again seeking mine, even with her eyes closed I could see the rapture on her face.
The kiss, as always, was just another canoe launched into the slow flowing river, the only things that changed were that instead of her hands being behind my head, her arms had replaced them, so that her body was now fully pressing against mine, and my hands had slipped down from her waist to cup her cheeks.
When she finally surfaced for air, a shudder went through her body, as she pressed herself against me, seemingly trying to get the last drop of emotion from our embrace.
Shaking her head in amazement she said, “I can’t believe that my own son could unleash these feelings just by kissing me.” Then she realised that I was cupping her cheeks, and moved my hands. “I wish you wouldn’t do that, it spoils it.”
Quick as a flash, I replied, “if I don’t do that again, can I kiss you whenever I want to?”
Mum paused to consider my question and then said, “ok but we’ll have to be careful he doesn’t see us, it’s still not right, but as we’re both enjoying it,” she shrugged and gave a little wiggle of her body against mine as she hugged me to her. “You’ll just have to remember that you’re my son, and keep your hands under control.”
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