“Yep.”
She lifted her head from my chest and stared into my eyes, licking her lips. I’m not sure if it was the wine, or the cocktail that we’d just drunk, or what happened earlier. But something, deep in the back of my mind, was telling me to learn forward and kiss her. Not like how I normally would. I mean kiss her.
As I leaned forward, so did she and the moment our lips meant, I nearly came in my briefs. It was so… naughty. So taboo. But my Mum was beautiful. A beautiful woman, at her sexual peak, and she had no-one but me. I don’t know if it was through choice or not, but part of me wanted to make her feel special. I’d do anything for my Mum. Then I felt her tongue and I tightened my grip on her, pressing forward, knowing she would feel my erection. I even heard her whimper as I squeezed her arse.
Then the alarms in my mind started and I immediately pulled back. I felt my Mum resist for a moment before she realised what was happening. I kept my arms around her but had to look away. “I’m sorry,” I stated, looking away from her, feeling completely embarrassed.
She didn’t say anything until she grabbed my chin and made me look at her, though I still didn’t actually look at her. “Don’t be. I kissed you at the same time, Andrew.”
“It’s just…” I finally met her eyes, though I still felt the heat in my cheeks. “I mean, you’re just… so different. You look different, and while you’ve always been confident, you’re just…” I chuckled.
“Different?” she wondered.
I nodded. “And I don’t know what to think. I’m utterly confused. And you look absolutely stunning! As I said, you’re like a new woman, and now I have an erection in the middle of a dance floor, and part of me wants to fuck you, and I mean properly fuck you, and part of me wants to just leave and sit in my room alone, wondering what the fuck is going on up here,” I finally finished, tapping my forehead.
Mum paused a minute before she asked “Do you want to go home?”
“Yes. No. I don’t know.”
She waited a few seconds before she just hugged me. “Let’s go home, Andrew.”
“Okay,” I replied, a simple hug in return.
The ride home wasn’t too awkward but it was silent, I guess both of us sitting alone with our thoughts. Once we walked into the house, I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a beer. “Want a drink?” I asked.
“No, I’ve had enough.”
“Okay.”
“Do you want to talk about what happened, Andrew?”
“Not right now. I… Um…” I met her eyes and I suddenly felt overwhelmed by everything. Because I know what I wanted but I couldn’t deal with it. “Mum, I…”
She walked towards me and wrapped her hands around me. She must have understood. “We’ll talk about it whenever you want. And I mean it. Whenever you’re ready…”
I nodded and looked at my Mum. She smiled at me but… I’m not sure, but I think she may have been sad, if not a little upset. I placed the beer on the counter and walked towards her, wrapping her in a hug. “I love you, Mum. No matter what,” I stated quietly, despite what was going on in my own mind.
“I love you too.” She looked up at me and smiled, life back in her eyes already. “I’m going to bed. Will you be okay?”