“Mom, that is not making love. Making love is making sure your partner wants you, and feels wanted! It is not just a fantasy that books and movies play up, it is real.”
Mom brought her eyes back to mine and almost seductively said, “You make it sound so wonderful, I wish I had met a man like you 40 years ago.”
“It’s never too late to find real love,” and I kissed her again.
On my next kiss, without thinking my lips parted and I pushed my tongue into Mom’s mouth. Mom jerked, but accepted my tongue and let me play with her tongue, although she never pushed it back into my mouth.
We kissed for many minutes and then Mom pulled her face from mine and moaned, “Talk about feeling wanted. You make me feel special, like I am the only thing in the universe.”
“You are, Mom, you are the only thing that matter to me,” and I kissed her again.
Mom let my tongue into her mouth again, but only few a few seconds, then pulled back and said, this is getting out of hand. Remember who we are, and the limits that I brought up before.”
I fell back against the couch totally dejected and groaned, “God Mom, I want you so badly. I am going crazy!”
Mom took my hand and said, “I know you have needs, can’t you take care of them yourself?”
“You don’t understand, I want you because I love you, not because I need you. I want to make you happy,” I told her in a serious voice.
Mom, hugged me close, and said, “I wish we could be lovers, but you are my son and we need to control ourselves, we are not animals.”
“OK, Mom, I will take care of myself, but you can’t take away my desire, I will be thinking of you the whole time.”
Mom looked embarrassed and said, “Oh Doug, that is flattering too, I hope in your mind that I am everything you want.”
Mom left me sitting on the couch and returned to the kitchen. I went upstairs and jacked off to the thought of my sweet mother and particularly the thought of being her first real lover. Thinking about our kisses and having my tongue in her mouth drove me wild, and I had a powerful orgasm.
We went about our day without speaking of the discussion we had earlier. I kissed Mom every chance I got, but without the tongue. Mom seemed fine with my attentions, and I was afraid this was the way it would be, kisses and hugs, no more.
A couple of nights later, we were again having drinks after a nice dinner out, and I sat next to Mom as we watched the news. As always, I had my arm around her shoulders, kissed her neck and lips often. I tried again with my tongue, and was rewarded with Mom’s open mouth acceptance. We kissed hotly for about 15 minutes, and I occasionally dropped my lips to kiss her neck and shoulders, but always returned to get my tongue in her mouth.
Mom actually was responding with her tongue, sometimes pushing it into my mouth, and her breathing was getting a little ragged. I sucked her tongue deeper into my mouth and hugged her tightly. Mom moaned against my mouth and I responded with moans of my own.
I pulled back and looked at my mother who was laying back with her eyes closed. I asked, “Mom, are you happy?