Taking the Edge Off – Part 2

‘Again!’

‘Yes thank you. Is it out of turn for me to suggest that it’s wrong after last time?’

‘It all depends,’ Michael said looking back, and then looked into her eyes. ‘If you want to as much as I do.’

‘So how would it be?’

‘You didn’t answer my question, mom,’ he prodded. ‘Would you?’

‘And if you want me to answer that, then answer my question,’ she flirted. ‘If you and I were to have sex – right now – how would it be?’

And Michael thought back to that other day so long ago, and remembered the words she’d used to describe it. When he had asked what it was like, that bare flesh on flesh feeling, she had used five little words, little but unforgettable. And he had ached for her ever since.

‘Like it’s meant to be,’ he said and gave those words time to sink in.

She leaned forward and planted another kiss on his lips. It was in no way motherly. It lingered and repeated for long minutes, sparking a chemistry Michael had never experienced before. It made him want to explode with joy.

Beneath the covers, her hand had wrapped itself around the base of his erection and stayed there and she had draped herself across him, squeezing him with her ample breasts.