Mum then became aware that her breasts were resting on the tops of my hands, and that my thumbs had slid up and were resting on her nipples, well not actually resting, more like rubbing them softly…and also pressing them down so that they sprung up hard and erect every time my thumbs released them. Her nipples, buttons that were visible most of the time anyway, had responded to the stimulation, and were showing real signs of being interested.
“No Alex, s’wrong.”
I shook my head, “no it isn’t, you’re enjoying it?”
“No I’m not, you’ve taken advantage of me, I’m very drunk and you shouldn’t have done that.” She was lying of course, it was a classic case of someone refusing to accept responsibility for their actions, and blaming anyone but themselves.
She was lying, but her nipples weren’t.
At this point, Dad let out one of his best snores, which you thought might have even rattled the windows. She moved further away, the moment was clearly over, the mood was lost, and our little escapade had come to a screeching halt.
Mum continued to move backwards still shaking her head, and now nervously wringing her hands. I had no idea what I was supposed to say, and stood quite still, just holding her gaze.
“No,” she said sharply, “it is wrong.” Then turning away, she cast a glance at my father and walked unsteadily to the stairs, supporting herself on any items of furniture as she passed them.
I let her get out of sight before adjusting the erection that seemed to have arrived unannounced. I had no idea what was going through her mind, but I knew for sure that mine was racing. What’d happened did so at the speed of light, one moment I was standing there with my forehead against hers, and the next I was kissing my own Mother, stretching her bottom lip with my teeth, and of course, rubbing her nipples with my thumbs.
I went and sat in a chair with a glass of water, running things over and over in my mind. The whole thing was a blur, and yet it was so clear as to what’d happened. What was also clear was that I wanted it to happen again. As I sat there I could still feel her lips contact on mine, and her nipples under my thumbs. I of course, still had an erection to assist with the memories.
There seemed to be no reason to sit there forever, as it was almost two a.m. so I thought that I should go to bed. I made sure that all the doors were locked, turned out all the lights except one for Dad. Then after standing there looking down at him, wondering what might have happened if he hadn’t disturbed us by snoring as he did. “Bastard,” I shot out, as I threw a rug over him, and followed Mum up the stairs.
When I got to her door it wasn’t quite closed, but the room was in darkness. I walked on to my own room, closed the door and after turning on the light, stripped down to my underwear. After sitting on my bed for about a minute, I said to no one in particular, “no damn it, I won’t let it end like this, she was as involved in it as I was, and I’m not going to wear the blame on my own.”
I walked back to her room, my father was now snoring like a world’s champion, so I thought that he wasn’t going to come up and disturb us anytime soon.
Pushing open the door, with the light from my room behind me I could see that she was facing away. I went around to face her, she could see me, but her face was in the shadows. I knew that she had to be awake, there was too much emotion in what’d happened just moments ago, for her to have gone to sleep so soon.
“Mum.”
“Go away.”
“No, there’s something that you need to know, I never set out to kiss you like that, it just started, and then assumed a life of its own. I know that you may have had a bit to drink, but so have I. You aren’t so drunk though that you didn’t know what we were doing. Be honest with me please, admit that you’re angry at yourself for the way that it developed, and also angry, because you enjoyed my kissing you more than you should have done, isn’t that correct?”
“Go away and leave me alone.”
“I’ll go away and leave you alone, when you admit that there were two of us down there, and we both enjoyed it. Admit that and I’ll go away as you ask, but you did enjoy it didn’t you?”
She was silent, the only sound, that of her breathing.
“Admit it and I’ll go.”
Still she was silent, I waited, but she said nothing.
“Mum I need some honesty from you, I’m not going to take advantage of you now, but you need to accept that what happened tonight is a shared responsibility, we were both there, it wasn’t just my fault.” I moved my mouth to where it just touched her ear, and whispered, “you did enjoy me kissing you didn’t you Mum?”
Still there was silence.
“Didn’t you Mum?”
There was another short silence, and then in a whisper came the word that I wanted to hear.
“Yes.”
“Good, now at least we can accept that it wasn’t something that was wrong.”
“But it was wrong, I’m your mother, we shouldn’t be doing that, and you shouldn’t have touched my breasts as you did.”
I ignored the point about her breasts, as that probably was taking advantage of her, and I couldn’t win an argument on that front anyway. But my thought is that when you’re confronted by temptation, the best way to make it go away, is to give into it and the temptation will go away, and so that’s what I’d done.
“Mum, we did kiss, and we both enjoyed it, so let’s accept what happened. It can’t be wrong when two people who love each other as much as we do, show each other affection, it just can’t be wrong.”
She didn’t answer me.
“You do love me as much as I love you, don’t you Mum?”
There was of course only one answer that she could give. “Yes, of course I love you, but it shouldn’t be in that way though, it just cannot be that way, ever.”
“Alright, but are we ok now mum?”
After another long awkward silence, she gave a sigh of resignation, “ok, yes of course, but that can’t happen again.”
I slipped my hand under the blankets and found hers curled up between her breasts, her fingers grasped mine eagerly, probably so that she was able to control what I could and couldn’t touch.
“Are you sure that we’re ok now mum?”
She nodded, and then realising that in the dark I may not be able to see, softly said, “yes, yes we are.” She seemed slightly happier now.
“Good, then can I get a goodnight kiss before I go?”
“Get out,” she sighed, shaking her head, “you just don’t give up do you?”
Slowly, I moved my mouth down to where I thought hers was, and with my chin, moved her face around so that eventually I found what I was seeking. Her lips were still as soft and warm as I remembered them. I persisted, and she began to respond. Her tongue was the one to break through those lips, and in only a few short seconds, we were back, almost as we’d been downstairs.
Soon she was moaning that soft, soft sound, and she was now the one pushing her face against mine. Somehow one of the fingers being held in her hand found its way to freedom, and wrapped itself around a very hard, erect nipple, which responded to the pressure applied to it.
Then I felt her hands pushing me away, “please stop, you said you wouldn’t take advantage of me if I was honest with you, please keep your word, don’t make me regret my honesty.”
Before I could reply, I became aware of my fathers footsteps on the stairs, he mustn’t have been as drunk, or as asleep, as I’d thought that he was.
I jumped to my feet making for the door, but was too late to get out of the room. Just as the door opened, I was only able to slip behind it hoping that he didn’t turn on the light.
Mum for her part didn’t move, just lying there as if asleep. It was silly really, as I could have said that I’d just popped in to say goodnight to Mum, and nothing more would have been thought of it. But I didn’t, feeling guilty about what had happened, and the thoughts that I was having, I hid from him, and it was my guilt that made me do so.
Thankfully he didn’t turn the light on, but pushing the door almost shut staggered in the dark until he found the bed. Sitting on it he commenced to undress whilst mumbling to himself about things only he could understood.
Thankfully, the room was in total darkness so he couldn’t see me, nor I him.
He dropped his shoes noisily onto the floor, and climbed into bed. Just as I thought that I’d try to sneak out, maybe twenty seconds or so later, Mum said, “please Rich, not now I’m very tired.”
“Jesus babe, you’re so wet, you must have been waiting for me to come up, don’t tell me you’re too tired, you must have been thinking about what I was going to do to you.”
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