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

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Soon she was pushing her mouth harder against mine and moving her jaw slightly. Nothing outlandish, nothing overt, but soft and sensual seemed to do it for her, now that she’d accepted that that was the way that it had to be.

I pulled away very slightly from her, but she was having none of that, and her mouth followed mine, pushing firmly to ensure that she quickly established contact again. Now I became aware that she was making small sounds of appreciation in the back of her throat.

This was starting to become interesting, very interesting indeed.

As I pushed back at her, I took her bottom lip between my teeth and bit it ever so lightly, I felt her tongue slide across my top lip, curl up and run over my teeth. I continued to bite, and then stretch her lip as far as it’d go before letting it go, and then reclaiming it again several times. She seemed to not really be aware of what was happening, as for the whole time she was making those noises in her throat.

Softly at first my father stated to snore, softly, and then louder and louder. Until my mother became aware of it, pulling sharply away from me. I opened my eyes and a second later, she did also. It was as if Dad was protecting his property, right at the moment that she was showing signs of really enjoying it, he’d broken the spell, and once that’d happened, it was going to be hard to rekindle the flame.

She was frozen like a rabbit caught in the spotlight, her face away from mine now. She was blinking her eyes quite wildly, and I think that she was trembling just a little. She shook her head as if to wake herself from a dream. As the snoring got louder, she became more and more aware of her situation, and continued to move away from me.

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.

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