“Is it?”
Donna seemed to consider it for a moment, then shrugged. “All right, we’ll try it your way.”
She leaned in and kissed Tyler on the lips. She drew back almost immediately, intending for the kiss to be a brief peck, but Tyler leaned forward to pursue her, and put a hand on her shoulder. Curt watched as his mouth opened slightly, his tongue exploring her mouth. Donna made a startled noise and jerked back.
“Tyler,” she said, laughing a bit nervously. She put a hand over her lips and stared at him. “That’s a little bit much.”
Instead of answering her, Tyler looked over to Curt, a question in his expression. Curt had already put together what Tyler was proposing. It took him the space of a breath to decide he was going to go through with it.
Follow my lead, or get out of the way, Tyler had said.
Curt nodded, and Tyler tossed the sprig over to him. He caught it and held it up over his head.
“Hey, Mom,” he said, taking her arm and turning her gently toward him. “Mistletoe.”
She looked at him with disbelief, her face flushed. She looked back at Tyler, then over to Curt again, her brow furrowing in puzzlement. “What is this?” she asked, her voice quavering a little bit.
“It’s mistletoe,” Curt said. She stared at him intently, and for a moment, Curt felt his resolve crumbling — but he held his ground.
Donna sat quietly for a moment longer, and then leaned forward. She put a hand under his chin and kissed him on the lips, lingering this time. Her lips were full and soft, and he could taste her lipstick. She darted her tongue into his mouth for a moment, and then leaned back, as if appalled at her own actions.
“Oh, Curt, I’m…” she began, and then Tyler took her arm and pulled her around again, kissing her a second time. She gave a surprised murmur and put her hands against his chest as if to push him away, but she didn’t push. Instead, she submitted as Tyler pushed her back against the couch. When Tyler pulled away, she was breathing heavily, her breasts heaving through her sweater.
“Are you two doing what I think you…” she asked, fearful of finishing her own sentence.
Tyler looked at Curt for a moment, then back to his mother. “We just want to make you happy, Mom. You deserve to be happy.”
“Yes, but… you really shouldn’t be kissing your mother like that,” Donna said.
“I’ve done a lot of things in life I shouldn’t have,” Tyler said, and kissed her again. This time he put a hand on her breast, and she gasped audibly, breaking the kiss.
“Tyler!” she said, looking up at him in shock… but she didn’t pull back or push away his hand. “You can’t… I mean, we shouldn’t…”
“If you want me to stop, I will,” Tyler said.
Donna looked up at him, then took his hand in hers and pressed it to her breast again. Drawing a shaky breath, she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him.
Curt watched as the two of them kissed, not yet able to quite process what he was seeing. His lips still tingled from the feel of her mouth on his, and he realized that rather than wanting to back off, he was eagerly awaiting the chance to touch his mother again. He wanted to touch her, kiss her — and more besides.
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