Taking the Edge Off – Part 2

They kissed again. Was it motherly? Was it the kiss a mother and son ever shared? Neither knew but it felt right for the moment.

They returned to each other for another kiss and another. It felt so gratifying to the both of them, being wrapped up in each other now that the worst had passed.

‘Ummm, boy we got real friendly all of a sudden,’ Karen said sheepishly and returned her head to rest beneath her son’s chin. ‘Anything else you want to get off your chest?’ she asked him. He paused for a series of moments while she watched him tick over like the face of a clock. ‘Anything at all…’

‘I don’t know if I should say. Maybe we’ve talked enough about it.’

Well, Michael’s erection was tenting the cover already and it wasn’t as if his mom didn’t realise with the inside of her knee rubbing up against its impressive girth.

‘Better out than in, I say.’

‘I fantasised about you,’ he confessed and then his own heart hammered back and began to mimic hers in synchronicity.

‘You did?’

‘I did!’

‘Wow, no holding back, kid,’ she chirped, ‘like when?’