No Mum, nothing’s wrong between a mother and her son

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I’d kissed her many times before, but for the first time ever I noticed how soft her lips were. Mum made no attempt to move her mouth away from mine, so I continued to kiss her. After about ten seconds of this, her lips started to move as she responded to mine on them.

Another ten seconds later they were still pressing against mine, neither of us made any attempt to involve the tongue, it was just the lips. I wondered how long she’d allow this to go on for, as she seemed to be in no hurry to bring it to an end. It went on for what must have been at least a full minute when she realised what we were doing. Slowly she pulled her head back a fraction, so that I could still feel her breath against my mouth as she spoke. With her eyes only half opened she said, “this’s nice,” returned her lips to mine, closed her eyes, and recommenced the kiss.

The kiss was slow and languid, like launching a canoe into a slow flowing river that just drifted along at its very own pace through fields of flowers. There was no hurry with the river, and no hurry with our kiss.

It was about a minute later that she again moved back a few inches, “Where did you learn to kiss like that?” I again could feel her breath on my mouth.

I grinned, shrugged, and with a show of bravado said, “Oh I’ve been seeing an older woman for a little while now, she’s addicted to kissing, and if I don’t get it right the first time, well, she makes me do it over until I do.”

“Wow, an older woman, so who is she, do I know her?”

“That’s our secret, and of course a gentleman never tells.” The reason that I couldn’t tell her was that it was Jane Clarke who lived in the street behind us, and a few doors along. I wasn’t sure what Mums thoughts would be about that, as her husband was off in Antarctica studying penguins, or ice flow, or something like that.

Jane told me that he’d given her permission to be with someone else if she needed to, as she was always ready for sex. According to her anyway, he knew that she wouldn’t be able to go without it for the entire twelve months that he’d be away, and so him telling her not to, would have only been ignored anyway. From the first time that we were together, it was obvious that she was never going to be able to go that long without sex, and I actually convinced myself that I was doing something for him, as at least I wasn’t trying to take her from him permanently.

“Mmmm, you’ll have to introduce me to her, if she kisses that well, I might just try playing for the other team…where’s The Turd?”

“Unconscious, why?”

“You sure?”

I moved my head to see him, nodded yes at her, and moved my face back to be about two inches away from hers.

“Good,” and with that she moved her mouth forward the required two inches so that it once again reconnected with mine. This time she wanted to be in control so that she became much more aggressive, totally outside of the parameters of soft and sensual that had guided our first kisses.

I pulled back, she looked surprised, “what?”

“Mum you need to kiss as if you’re sampling a fine wine, just using your lips and your tongue. At the moment it feels as if you’re eating a Big Mac.”

Her eyes were glazed as she moved her mouth back towards mine, and just before they met, said softly, “it’s been a while since anyone’s eaten my Big Mac.”

Her eyes closed just a split second before our lips touched, but mine didn’t, they were wide open in shock at what I’d just heard her say.

What the hell was I supposed to read into that?

She seemed to slide right back into the soft and sensual very easily, she was obviously affected by alcohol, and most likely wouldn’t remember much in the morning. But if she did, she’d likely be horrified by her actions.

I was enjoying kissing my Mum. I’d never ever considered her as someone who’d actually be good to kiss, or someone who would enjoy being kissed, and certainly not by her son.

She made no attempt to pull away, as we launched another canoe into the river, and allowed it float along with us in it, so I let it go on for as long as she wanted. She was enjoying our shared moment, and so who was I to deny her the pleasure of a simple kiss?

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