“You’re beautiful when you’re naked and asleep,” he complimented.
“Thank you, son.”
She returned the smile. Her appreciation was genuine as she could never remember the last time her ex paid her any kind of sexy compliment.
They kissed. It was not the same kind of kiss as the previous morning. This was a lovers’ kiss. It was wet, slow, and had the briefest meetings of tongue tips.
The “elephant in the room” was present. The silence, until Mag broke it, was deafening.
“You know this changes everything.”
“I know.”
She searched for traces of regret in his tone. There wasn’t any. He sounded confident and nonchalant. There was silence again between the two as they stared at one another.
“I’m sorry, Richie.”
“For what?” He was puzzled at first then realized the imminent self-blame from her.
“I—”
“Mom, we both wanted it.”
Touché, she thought. But she was still concerned that she had hurt her only child.
He smiled. “It was the stress.”
“Well, I don’t know about that,” she commented.
“Yeah, it was that,” he countered self-assuredly.
Mag looked down, as if searching for words, then returned her looking at him. Her son hadn’t flinched.
“I don’t want to fuck you up, Richie.”
He smiled.
“Mom, the only way you’re going to fuck me up is with that beautiful MILFy body of yours.”
She gave a slight smile and chuckle.
“I really meant it when I said I’d take care of you, especially like this,” he said and swept his hand out over their naked bodies.
“I also meant,” he continued, “like this.”
He put his hand over her heart, then over his, then back to hers, all the while keeping his eyes locked her. The corner of her mouth began to quiver, tears were welling up, and she felt like crying.
The tears were rolling out of her eyes down her cheeks fast. Before she all-out sobbed, she kissed Richie. It was rushed at first, the blonde moving in fast to cut off the blubbering. Then it was slow. It wasn’t really sensual; it was more emotional.
When she composed herself and beat back the impending cry, she wanted reassurance.
“You’re sure you’re ok with this?”
His answer was a sigh of exasperation and a “give me a break” look.
“Ok. Good.” she said. “That why I won’t feel guilty about what I am about to do.”
He was curious and looked at her.
Richie’s curvaceous mother, winking at him and mischievously grinning, shimmied down his muscular body. Her head dropped to his pubic region, and she gazed at his flaccid penis and balls. His sex was coated in his cum, her sap, and perspiration. She looked at him. With her eyes still on his, her tongue sensually coiled out of her mouth, agonizingly taking its time as it slithered toward the cock crown.
“Oh, MOM!” he screamed as the top of her tongue glided over the top of his dick.
The college student interrupted their staring to toss his head back, eyes closed, as his nervous system was torched by the sinful lap.