Finally, after a few fits and starts, we both settle down. Wiping her eyes, Mom said, “So, do anything fun last night?” making us both lose it all over again. Finally able to breath evenly again, we just smiled at each other.
“Well, I guess that was bound to happen,” I said. “We’re both adults with… um… higher… uh.”
“We’re both horndogs, you mean,” laughed Mom. “It’s all right honey. You’re right, we need to be grown up about this. Let’s just forget about the whole thing and move on. Deal?”
“Deal.”
With that, we finished getting ready and waved to each other as we drove our separate ways. I turned on the stereo and couldn’t help but laugh as I got on the freeway.
Chapter 2
Over the next few weeks, it became obvious that my marriage was not going to be easily mended. My wife wasn’t in a forgiving mood and, to be honest, I found I wasn’t really that interested in patching things up. We didn’t have kids, hadn’t bought a home. There was nothing big to keep us together if the spark was gone and she was going to never let me live down what I’d done. We decided better to just finish it off and move on.
During that time, Mom and I lived peacefully, not seeing each other as much as you might think. We both had busy jobs and social lives. I was dealing with the divorce, Mom traveled for work a bit.
There had been a couple nights, though, where we were both home and had gone to bed at the same time. At first, I was worried that I would have to struggle to be quiet while taking care of my need to cum but as I laid there in the dark I hard the hum again. Just as quiet, just as steady. Then the moans began. Again, soft and muted but steady and growing faster. Like a sensual replay, we went through the steps again of building moans and muffled cries, but this time sober.
The next morning we didn’t suffer a case of the giggles but did share a secret little smile as we went about our morning routines. The little kiss on the cheek she always gave me on the way out the door lost none of its innocence and yet felt like a deeper connection to her as a person, not just a mom. It’s hard to put into words but there was an extra feeling of closeness that just felt sweet and natural. It was nice.
One Saturday night, we were both home, which was rare. We decided to watch a movie, have some wine. The movie wasn’t thrilling and the wine made us sleepy so we finally gave up and went to bed. As she kissed me on the cheek to say good night, Mom giggled and whispered, “Um, baby, if you don’t mind… um… could you wear your headphones or something tonight? I’ve got to um… well… it’s getting real hard to be quiet.”
I blushed and giggled, too. “I know what you mean!”
We both laughed. She kissed my cheek again. “Okay, well, don’t blame me for anything you hear tonight, baby. Sweet dreams.”
I watched her weave a little as she walked to her room, admiring her gorgeous ass not for the first time in the tight yoga pants she’d taken to wearing around the house. As she got to her door, she looked back and caught me staring. She giggled and shook her ass and her finger at me. “Go to bed, bad boy!” she said.
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