Son dates his mother for her birthday

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“What did Grandma say that made you stay?” I wanted to know.

“Nothing really, it wasn’t anything that she said. It was the way she held you against her, wrapped in a knitted blanket as she said it. What she said was that I had a beautiful baby boy who needed his mother. You were hungry and screaming your lungs out for my breast but the look in her eyes… I knew then that I had found our home.”

On the way home mom suggested we stop to pick up a bottle of wine so that she could teach me to drink properly for next time. Next time? I hoped that meant what I think it did.

Back at the house we went to our rooms to dress more comfortably before climbing onto the sofa for a romantic drama from mom’s favorites list on Netflix while she taught me how to drink wine. I put on my new cotton lounge pants and walked down barefoot to find her on the sofa wearing the long horn jersey.

She slowly lifted the filled glass to my lips, allowing just a taste to slip past my lips before pulling it away. Then she had me swirl it around in my mouth before swallowing. She repeated this, each time letting a bit more slip into my mouth. After finishing the first glass without choking on it mom lit a fresh cigarette then said she had to use the little girl’s room. I watched her climb the stairs before pouring my second glass.

“You never did tell me what you wanted to do for your birthday. Today seemed to be all about me, but what do you want?” She asked coming back down the stairs.

I was tempted to tease her a little, but decided on something else. I remembered what she had told me this morning about her and dad.

“You could teach me how to smoke,” I suggested.

Mom raised an eyebrow at my suggestion, considered it for a moment, and then smiled.

The first time I had tried to kiss a girl things had gone horribly wrong. I had done everything ‘by the book’ with a nice romantic Italian dinner, a romantic comedy, and a walk home. Then put my arms around her waist and lean in to simply say goodnight and received a slap in the face for my troubles.

Mom pulled out a fresh cigarette and I watched her light the tip, her breasts puffing out as she took a deep drag. Leaning over my lap she pressed her lips against mine. I tasted her lips and felt the tingling sensation of my first kiss. Her smoky breath filled my lungs and the taste was like nothing I had ever imagined. She pulled back much too soon.

“Is something wrong? Did I hurt you?” She looked at me and crinkled her nose, “You look a bit…uncomfortable.”

“No, no that was ….Amazing mom. I just hadn’t expect it to feel so good is all,” I tried not to be too obvious.

After another drag her lips returned, this time she placed her hand on my thigh to support herself and stayed just a few seconds longer. Again she pulled back before I was ready.

I let the smoke filling my lungs out through my nose and made a little ring as it floated up. She giggled with the cigarette in her mouth. Her breasts lifted again as she leaned over and pressed her lips to mine. Being brave I surprised her and put my arms around her.

After a few more shared puffs she lifted the cigarette again and we both frowned. She reached beside her and used the little tin tray I had found in a garage sale. It was a simple star shape, the ends folder over to form a small bowl in the center. She stubbed the end and dropped it into the pile with several other butts.

“Is there anything else you would like?” She asked with a devilish grin.

“Can I have another kiss, Mom?” I asked returning her grin.

Her smile widened as she placed her arms around my neck and climbed into my lap. This time when she pressed her lips to mine I felt her silky tongue slide over my lips and enter my mouth. She wiggled herself in my lap and my erection grew even harder. She took my hands and slid them under the jersey she wore.

At her invitation I let them travel up her sides beneath the jersey until I felt her bare breasts in my palms. She moaned softly as her eyes looked up at me but didn’t break the kiss as I gently kneaded her breasts with my hands. Her nipples hardened under my touch and I rolled them between my fingers, drawing more of those sexy moans from her.

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