Mums are like that.
After we had breakfast, or lunch depending on your point of view, Dad as you’d expect fell asleep in the chair, Mum then decided to do the washing. I, being persistent if nothing else, waited a moment for her to get into the laundry, and then followed her quietly so as not to disturb Dad.
She must have heard me coming and turned to face me, standing for a moment, before saying, “I hope you’re going to behave yourself, I don’t want any more of last night, thank you.”
I put my arms around her waist pulling her to me, “Mum, I can’t stop thinking about you, and how your lips felt against mine.” She didn’t pull away, simply putting her hands on the backs of my shoulders.
“Alex, it’s wrong we shouldn’t kiss like that darling, even though I had to admit to you that I enjoyed it, and I did, but it’s still wrong. So it has to stop, it just has to.”
“If I don’t kiss you right now Mum, I’m going to explode.” My hips were pressed against hers, as I pulled her closer to me, she had to feel my hardness. I looked down at her nipples, “and it looks as if I’m not the only one about to explode.”
I got a sheepish grin from her, “damn things, I should have them cut off, they give me away every time.” She looked behind me, “what’s he doing?”
“Sleeping it off again.”
“I thought he might, and if I’m honest, when I came in here, I knew you’d follow me if he did. Ok then kiss me like you did last night, but this is the last time, it really does have to end …soon.”
Her hands were now on the back of my neck, and she used then to pull my head down so she could claim my mouth with hers. Even though the kiss was as soft as she wanted it to be, she’d now become more assertive.
I opened my eyes as we kissed, hers were closed, I pulled back on the pressure slightly, but her mouth followed, again seeking mine, even with her eyes closed I could see the rapture on her face.
The kiss, as always, was just another canoe launched into the slow flowing river, the only things that changed were that instead of her hands being behind my head, her arms had replaced them, so that her body was now fully pressing against mine, and my hands had slipped down from her waist to cup her cheeks.
When she finally surfaced for air, a shudder went through her body, as she pressed herself against me, seemingly trying to get the last drop of emotion from our embrace.
Shaking her head in amazement she said, “I can’t believe that my own son could unleash these feelings just by kissing me.” Then she realised that I was cupping her cheeks, and moved my hands. “I wish you wouldn’t do that, it spoils it.”
Quick as a flash, I replied, “if I don’t do that again, can I kiss you whenever I want to?”
Mum paused to consider my question and then said, “ok but we’ll have to be careful he doesn’t see us, it’s still not right, but as we’re both enjoying it,” she shrugged and gave a little wiggle of her body against mine as she hugged me to her. “You’ll just have to remember that you’re my son, and keep your hands under control.”
I nodded agreement, not being as sure as she would have hoped that I actually meant it.
We kissed again, it was obvious that I was on probation, any move towards her good bits, and the deal would have fallen through. It was hard but I was taking a more long term view, as it was obvious that she was actually now the one getting to be the most involved.
When she at last broke away, her eyes were alive, and she whispered, “thank you, that was nice, and you didn’t spoil it by groping me.”
For the rest of the day nothing much happened, all three of us were feeling a bit second hand, and sat around not doing anything, and then went to bed early.
Dad went up a couple of seconds before Mum, I called out, “goodnight Dad.” True to form he just grunted.
Mum stopped at the bottom step and turned to me, as if waiting.
“Goodnight Mum.”
“Goodnight Alex,” by this time Dad was at the top of the stairs.
Softly I said, “do I get a goodnight kiss tonight, or what?”
She looked up at his retreating back, “I’ll be up in a minute Rich, ok?”
He said nothing, just waving his arm at her.
Mum moved back into the kitchen smiling, she had one last look back at Dad to ensure that he was still heading to the bedroom, and then stood about three feet away from me.
“This isn’t going to happen every night, but it’ll be a nice way to finish the weekend.” With that she moved into my arms, whilst putting hers around my neck, so that she could then pull my mouth down to meet hers. Just before our lips met she said softly with her breath again hot on my face, “Kiss me softly, just as you did last night.”
It was different kissing her standing up like this, she was giving me a full body press as she had in the laundry, her breasts and her hips pushing hard into me. Just as I could feel her breasts and her mound, she must have been able to feel my erection.
We kissed for two, maybe three minutes, all the time soft and sensual, again she was the one whose tongue broke through our lips, it was just inquisitive, looking around seeing what it may find. A small noise started again in her throat, as before. When I thought how Dad had just stuck his prick into her, I could understand why she found our way to be more enjoyable, and wondered how she’d respond if I could get her alone. For the first time, this became a part of my thinking.
I was prepared to stay like this until morning, but she had to go to bed with Dad. So eventually she pulled back slightly, and giving a big sigh, she put her head onto my chest saying, “I don’t think that your dad has ever kissed me like that.” As she turned away I said, “I don’t want you to go to him.”
Mum walked to the stairs, turning around with tears in her eyes, and in a soft voice said, “neither do I.” She looked down at my erection and with that cheeky grin of hers added, “did you have one of those to take care of last night?””
I nodded. “two of them actually.”
Her face brightened, she moved back a couple of feet towards me saying, “Two, that’s pretty good. I had something to take card of as well after he went to sleep. Knowing that my son was watching us was such a turn on for me, I think that helped me to come with him. What he did just wasn’t enough for me, I was just on fire like I haven’t been for years.” She then turned and disappeared from view, I moved to stand at the bottom of the stairs looking up at her, she stopped at the top and looked back smiling.
I made as if I was trying to look up her skirt, she smiled more broadly at that, and then as she turned to walk away stopped, raised her skirt well above her waist and walked on. It was clear that she wasn’t wearing much, if anything at all underneath. Just before she moved completely out of my view, she turned around and blew me a kiss.
For the next two days, whenever we were able, we found the time to be together and would kiss passionately, often in the most romantic places, such as the garage, the basement, the laundry, and of course my personal favourite, the garden shed. I didn’t know that fertiliser was an aphrodisiac, it must be as the two times that we were in there together, I came out with an erection.
Every time that we were alone, our eyes would lock, and we’d move together. No words needed to be spoken, it was all in the eyes, a quick glance around to make sure that we really were alone, and off we’d go. Mum was obviously getting aroused, but what really pissed me off was that as soon as I tried to touch something that I shouldn’t, she’d move away, say no, and them want to come back into my arms and start the process again.
The only time I’d got away with anything had been the night of Dads party, when I got to play with her nipples for a while, then again in her bed before she made me stop, and of course when my hand cupped her cheeks in the laundry. At these times of course she’d no realisation of what I was doing to her, until we’d stopped kissing.
Oh and did I mention that I had a lot of erections.
Several times after we’d kissed, Mum tried to find out who the older woman was that I was seeing, she tried really hard but I refused to tell her. I was still unsure how she’d react about my getting involved with a married woman with a husband who was away for a year, even if Jane had told me that her husband was cool with it.
On Tuesday night Mum was reading the local community paper when she said, “damn, The Wolf Of Wall Street’s finishing tomorrow night and I wanted to see it, will you take me please Rich?”
“No,” he said without even looking at her. “It’ll be on cable in a couple of weeks, why do I pay fifty bucks a month for that and we still go to the movies? It’s just a waste of time and money, besides, I want to watch the wrestling, sport, that’s what we have cable for.”
“Please, you know that I like the cinema, I like the big screen and the surround sound, it’s so much more exciting.”
He didn’t even look at her, “NO.”
She turned to me and said, “Alex would you be a darling and take your old Mum to the movies tomorrow night please?” She had her back to him so he couldn’t see the great big grin on her face. It was like looking at a Cheshire cat, she’d set him up beautifully, and he’d fallen for it.
“Dunno, do you think I should Dad?”
He didn’t look up as he grunted, “It’s up to you, just don’t wake me up when you come home.”
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Parent Post: Son! Its wrong – by eroticbeing
- Son! Its wrong - Chapter 2
- Son! Its wrong - Chapter 3
- Son! Its wrong - Chapter 4
- Son! Its wrong - Chapter 5
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