It was warm and firm to my touch, I couldn’t fit it all in my hand, so I compromised by cupping as much as I could, to be then able to run my thumb across her nipple with ease. Both her nipple and I enjoyed that arrangement.
Looking up at me, she smiled the look of love that only a mother could have for her son, saying, “I hope I don’t regret that.”
“You won’t,” I replied continuing to cup her breast in my palm, and then squeezing her nipple softly between my thumb, and the base of my index finger. “Nice?”
With a look of ecstasy on her face, and half hooded eyes she bit her bottom lip, and nodded, “Very.”
“Then you’re not regretting it?”
She shook her head, “not yet at least,” and went back to kissing my neck. So that was the way we watched the rest of the movie, with Mum sometimes having to bite her lip to stop everyone in the theatre from knowing how much she was enjoying her son massaging her breast and nipple.
The only time we changed anything was when Leonardo De Caprio’s character, kissed Joanna Lumley’s character, when we showed them both how a kiss should really be. I read in a magazine that they’d needed about thirty takes before these two big time stars got it right. They should’ve used Mum and I, we got it spot on first time, every time.
We just continued to kiss and cuddle from there on, she kissed my neck and I of course played with her beautiful naked breast, or at least as much of it as I could get into my hand.
As soon as the final music started we moved quickly from the cinema, not stopping in the foyer in case someone who’d seen what we were doing inside recognised us. When we reached the dark, we again held hands all the way to the car, and of course as soon as the doors closed behind us, we were kissing again, with my hand instantly onto her breast.
Mum pulled away saying, “we’re going to have to pull back a little from now on, if we don’t it’ll go too far and your Dad’ll work out what’s happening, ok?”
She was right of course but that was something that I didn’t want to hear.
“Do we have to?”
“Yes of course we do, it’s gone too far tonight really,” and as she softly stroked the side of my face, added, “but I’ve enjoyed myself more than I have in years.”
“Maybe we can do it again soon.”
Still stroking my face she said, “I think that’d be nice, let’s start to talk about it in front of him and see what he says, now let’s go as we all have work tomorrow.”
Mum again put her hand on top of mine all the way home, only removing it when the car had completely stopped in the garage. She said, “better not kiss me here until we know if he’s still up or not.” I was disappointed, but had to agree, it made sense, even though sense wasn’t something that I was too interested in at the time.
We moved quietly to the bottom of the stairs from where we could hear him in bed softly snoring. I put both my arms around her and cupped her breasts, but she pulled away saying, “oh I’ve left my purse under the front seat, it’s got my make up in it and I’ll need it in the morning, would you be a love and get it for me please?”
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