“Good.”
“Good?”
“He won’t annoy me.”
“Doing what?”
“He thinks because it’s his birthday, that he’s going to get sex, but I really am too tired tonight. Normally I’d be good to go, but this party has taken so much to organise, it’s drained me.” Still with her forehead against mine she yawned to prove the point.
“So do you want me to turn everything off so that you can go to bed now?”
“Yes please hun, give your old Mum a goodnight kiss, and I’ll shuffle off.” For all of this time, I’d been quite enjoying the feelings of her nice heavy breasts on my hands. Mum had quite a pretty face, but the thing that attracted men to her was her body, nicely shaped solid breasts, envious women might say they were a little too big, but what would they know? She also had a really tight arse, and killer legs, that is if their eyes got that far south.
Mum inclined her head to the left and my lips lightly brushed against hers, she mustn’t have felt the kiss as she stayed in the same position waiting. So I moved my mouth back onto hers and kissed her again, a little harder this time.
I’d kissed her many times before, but for the first time ever I noticed how soft her lips were. Mum made no attempt to move her mouth away from mine, so I continued to kiss her. After about ten seconds of this, her lips started to move as she responded to mine on them.
Another ten seconds later they were still pressing against mine, neither of us made any attempt to involve the tongue, it was just the lips. I wondered how long she’d allow this to go on for, as she seemed to be in no hurry to bring it to an end. It went on for what must have been at least a full minute when she realised what we were doing. Slowly she pulled her head back a fraction, so that I could still feel her breath against my mouth as she spoke. With her eyes only half opened she said, “this’s nice,” returned her lips to mine, closed her eyes, and recommenced the kiss.
The kiss was slow and languid, like launching a canoe into a slow flowing river that just drifted along at its very own pace through fields of flowers. There was no hurry with the river, and no hurry with our kiss.
It was about a minute later that she again moved back a few inches, “Where did you learn to kiss like that?” I again could feel her breath on my mouth.
I grinned, shrugged, and with a show of bravado said, “Oh I’ve been seeing an older woman for a little while now, she’s addicted to kissing, and if I don’t get it right the first time, well, she makes me do it over until I do.”
“Wow, an older woman, so who is she, do I know her?”
“That’s our secret, and of course a gentleman never tells.” The reason that I couldn’t tell her was that it was Jane Clarke who lived in the street behind us, and a few doors along. I wasn’t sure what Mums thoughts would be about that, as her husband was off in Antarctica studying penguins, or ice flow, or something like that.
Jane told me that he’d given her permission to be with someone else if she needed to, as she was always ready for sex. According to her anyway, he knew that she wouldn’t be able to go without it for the entire twelve months that he’d be away, and so him telling her not to, would have only been ignored anyway. From the first time that we were together, it was obvious that she was never going to be able to go that long without sex, and I actually convinced myself that I was doing something for him, as at least I wasn’t trying to take her from him permanently.
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