“Mmmm, you’ll have to introduce me to her, if she kisses that well, I might just try playing for the other team…where’s The Turd?”
“Unconscious, why?”
“You sure?”
I moved my head to see him, nodded yes at her, and moved my face back to be about two inches away from hers.
“Good,” and with that she moved her mouth forward the required two inches so that it once again reconnected with mine. This time she wanted to be in control so that she became much more aggressive, totally outside of the parameters of soft and sensual that had guided our first kisses.
I pulled back, she looked surprised, “what?”
“Mum you need to kiss as if you’re sampling a fine wine, just using your lips and your tongue. At the moment it feels as if you’re eating a Big Mac.”
Her eyes were glazed as she moved her mouth back towards mine, and just before they met, said softly, “it’s been a while since anyone’s eaten my Big Mac.”
Her eyes closed just a split second before our lips touched, but mine didn’t, they were wide open in shock at what I’d just heard her say.
What the hell was I supposed to read into that?
She seemed to slide right back into the soft and sensual very easily, she was obviously affected by alcohol, and most likely wouldn’t remember much in the morning. But if she did, she’d likely be horrified by her actions.
I was enjoying kissing my Mum. I’d never ever considered her as someone who’d actually be good to kiss, or someone who would enjoy being kissed, and certainly not by her son.
She made no attempt to pull away, as we launched another canoe into the river, and allowed it float along with us in it, so I let it go on for as long as she wanted. She was enjoying our shared moment, and so who was I to deny her the pleasure of a simple kiss?
Soon she was pushing her mouth harder against mine and moving her jaw slightly. Nothing outlandish, nothing overt, but soft and sensual seemed to do it for her, now that she’d accepted that that was the way that it had to be.
I pulled away very slightly from her, but she was having none of that, and her mouth followed mine, pushing firmly to ensure that she quickly established contact again. Now I became aware that she was making small sounds of appreciation in the back of her throat.
This was starting to become interesting, very interesting indeed.
As I pushed back at her, I took her bottom lip between my teeth and bit it ever so lightly, I felt her tongue slide across my top lip, curl up and run over my teeth. I continued to bite, and then stretch her lip as far as it’d go before letting it go, and then reclaiming it again several times. She seemed to not really be aware of what was happening, as for the whole time she was making those noises in her throat.
Softly at first my father stated to snore, softly, and then louder and louder. Until my mother became aware of it, pulling sharply away from me. I opened my eyes and a second later, she did also. It was as if Dad was protecting his property, right at the moment that she was showing signs of really enjoying it, he’d broken the spell, and once that’d happened, it was going to be hard to rekindle the flame.
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