“I’m not drunk.” She shook her head. “I only drank four glasses. And the pizza kept me balanced.”
“But still…I don’t think we should do this.”
Mom gazed into my eyes for a few seconds. “Who’s gonna know?”
I dropped my head and mulled for a moment. “We’ll know.” I made eye contact.
Mom let out a sigh and leaned back as she looked at the ceiling. Even in the darkness, I could see her eyes watering up. Seeing her like that postponed what I was planning to do next-get up and leave.
“Mom, please don’t cry.”
“I’m trying my hardest not to,” she said in the I’m-about-to-cry voice, stretching her eyes wide open as she wiped the corners of her eyes with a finger. “But this is so hard to deal with.” Tears trickled down mom’s face, regardless of her evident efforts in trying to stop them.
I felt like an absolute dick. I knew how hard it was for most women to deal with rejection. “Mom, you’re one of the most beautiful women I know. And if you weren’t my mom, then-”
“Then pretend I’m not.” She wiped her face. “Just for tonight. Please. Look, I’m even wearing that underwear that got you so excited in the changing room.” Mom pulled the sheet open and showed me her silk and polyester covered pussy, along with her smooth, toned and creamy legs, which sent a sudden jolt down my spine and caused my cock to twitch. Fuck.
But then I realised what she’d just said. “You noticed that?”
“Mm-hmm.” She nodded. “I pretended like I didn’t. But I did.”
I really didn’t know what to say, and my facial expression must’ve shown that.
“Please, Nick.” Mom placed her hand on the side of my face. “Make your mother happy,” she said softly, moved in and kissed me with those soft perfect lips of hers. “It’s your job.” She kissed me again.
Aww man. I really didn’t know what to do. This was mom-my mom for crying out loud! The woman who used to take care of me when I was sick, the woman who’d read me bedtime stories, the woman I shouldn’t even so much as think about having sex with. This was so wrong! So very wrong. And on more than one level.
But she looked so damn good! And the sensation of her lips coupled with the soft touch of her palm would’ve made Elton John think twice. Moreover, mom had a point; I had to abide by my new slogan and make my mom happy! I closed my eyes as I pulled her closer and reciprocated the kiss with passion.
“Aw, thank you.” She exhaled as our lips parted for a second. “Thank you so much,” she said through another interval between the sound of our lips smacking. “You have no idea how much this means to me.”
Mom’s breathing continued to intensify the longer we continued to make out. And without a doubt, my cock grew into an inflexible appendage. I never thought I’d one day find myself wanting to fuck my mother until she spoke in tongues. And even though I resisted at first, I so badly wanted to do exactly that.
“We’re going to hell.” I smiled as our lips parted.
“Let’s get this thing off.” Mom smiled back, excitedly shaking her head as she began buttoning the rest of my shirt.
“Aren’t you the one who taught me the ‘ladies first’ rule?” I moved my hand behind her back and unhooked her bra.