“Thank you,” as she placed her hand over mine, was it affection, or was it to stop me again touching something that I shouldn’t?
Soon we settled down into what was a more comfortable position for both of us, with Mums head on my shoulder, her arm across me, and her forehead just under my ear. This seemed to leave my hand now with complete freedom to roam wherever it wanted to.
I started by running the tips of my fingers lightly over her arm, her shoulder, and then her throat, until it came to rest casually on the top of her chest, with the tips of my fingers just burrowing slightly into her soft cleavage. She said nothing, but she did rub her forehead against my jaw, before lifting her face and kissing me under my ear, then moving back to focus on the film.
Naturally my hand slid down to cup her breast, my fingers seeking out her nipple, it was already thick and hard. The change to her breathing told me that she was getting pleasure from it, Mum was also pressing her forehead into the space under my jaw.
We were only a few minutes into the film and she’d now abandoned all pretence of watching it, and had her face hard against my neck, kissing all the way from my jaw to the hairline behind my ear. Her hot breath and mouth on my neck made me think that we were getting a bit too far down the track for a mother and son in the cinema, so I pulled away slightly.
“What’s wrong?”
“We’re going to get arrested.”
“Then take your hand off my breast.”
My response was to press her nipple harder between my thumb and forefinger, the pain caused her to bite her bottom lip, but she didn’t say stop. Her eyes sparkled with fire, and we then kissed, just a short one, not at all like one of our standard five minute ‘canoe in the river’ kisses. The film by now being largely ignored and forgotten. As was now the routine, her bottom lip seemed to have found its place between my teeth. She seemed to like having her lip bitten and stretched away from her, until it would stretch no more, and spring back into place. Sometimes I bit her slightly too hard, and she’d draw in her breath, but never told me to stop.
I of course was watching to see if anyone had noticed what we were up to, as best as I could tell, no one had to that point, Mum just didn’t seem to care.
As the kiss ended, Mum put her mouth back against my throat and went back to nibbling my skin. I made several unsuccessful attempts to slide my hand inside her bra, but she was sitting twisted which made it firmer against her skin. So that the best that I could do was to get two fingers in far enough to capture her nipple, but that was all.
She ignored my struggles and continued to kiss my neck, then after a short time got up. My heart sank I thought that she’d had enough because I’d pushed her too far.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I need the bathroom.”
I wasn’t interested in the stupid film, and waited impatiently for Mums return. She slid back easily into my arms, my hand rested for a moment on her chest, but something was different. Moving downwards inch by inch, it slid very easily further into her dress, and cupped her now naked breast. She’d removed her bra, and her entire beautiful, naked breast was mine to enjoy.
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