A mother and son’s love blossoms

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Lauren’s internal clock woke her about the same time as her alarm would have, if she had actually set it. Swinging her legs over the side she sat up, instantly aware that her head was throbbing. As she sat there the memories of last night slowly filtered into her brain. She remembered the wine and the movie, at least some of it. But the thing that was vividly etched into her mind was seeing her son with his face buried in her muff, his tongue doing things to her that she had never experienced. How far they had gone she wasn’t sure. Slowly she reached between her legs and ran her fingers through her slit. She was wetter than normal.

“Oh God,” she groaned, holding her aching head in her hands.

Fighting off the hangover she dressed and headed to the kitchen in desperate need of coffee and aspirin. By the time her son walked in she was feeling a little better, at least her head was no longer pounding.

Mark stepped into the kitchen and did a doubletake as he spotted his mom at the table. Her hair was a frizzy mess and her eyes looked bloodshot. Fixing himself a cup, he sat down, his stomach tied up in a knot of nerves as he waited for her to unleash her wrath on him. What she did instead threw him for a loop.

“Can I ask you something?” she asked, her red-rimmed eyes staring into his.

“Sure Mom,” he replied, dipping his eyes to the table, unable to hold her gaze.

“Did we have sex last night?” came her question.

“Um, not completely,” he mumbled.

“Not completely? What in the hell does that mean? Either we did, or we didn’t,” she stated.

Glancing up at her he asked, “How much of last night do you remember?”

“Pretty much everything, especially the part where you climbed into my bed. What I’m sketchy on is how far did we go,” she told him.

Taking a deep breath he began to explain the events of last night. He told her about hearing her call out his name, and thinking something was wrong, had gone into her room and seeing her pleasuring herself. He told her that seeing her like that had caused him to lose control. When he finally got to the part where she had passed out he could see a small smile begin to play at the corners of her mouth.

“So we never actually fucked?” she asked.

Her use of profanity shocked and aroused him at the same time.

“No, we didn’t get that far,” he half chuckled.

“I see,” she mumbled, a far off look in her eyes.

“I would have, Mom,” he said.

Snapped out of her thoughts she asked, “Would have what dear?”

“Made love to you,” he softly replied.

She sat there quietly for what seemed like forever causing him to think that maybe he had said the wrong thing.

Finally she spoke. “You do remember that I’m your Mother, don’t you?”

For Mark it was time to unburden his soul. Rising he walked over and dropped to one knee by her chair, then took one of her hands in his.

“I know you’re my Mother, but that’s beside the point considering how I feel about you.”

Squeezing his hand she asked, “And how do you feel about me?”

“I’m in love with you.”

His words had a profound effect on her. Her heart skipped a beat, and her respiration grew shallow as she gazed deeply into his unblinking eyes. Her mind tried to formulate a response, but for the life of her, she couldn’t find the right words. So instead of telling him anything now she opted to continue this conversation when her head wasn’t all muddled. Rising from her chair, pulling him with her, she whispered, “Let’s talk about this tonight when I get home.”

Nodding his consent he did something that took her breath away. He cupped her chin, lifted her face up, and brought his lips to hers’. Her eyes grew wide with surprise. Just as she felt her body responding to his kiss he pulled away and headed out of the kitchen, leaving her with stiffened nipples and a tingle in her pussy. As she watched him walk away she slowly lowered herself in her chair, afraid that her legs would give out at any second. Once he was gone she raised a hand up and pressed the tips of her fingers to her lips, as if this gesture would recapture the feel of his lips on hers’.

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