Taking the Edge Off

‘You mean fucking you, like this?’

What are you, psychic, she thought?

No reply.

Thank God.

‘Well damn, there it is. Ummm, maybe that’s enough for now or are you okay with this?’ she asked, sitting up again.

‘You started it,’ he said and a devilish grin hid beneath the facade.

‘Not feeling weird or anything? You shouldn’t. It’s perfectly natural,’ she assured, trying to make small-talk. If anything it was just to make sure that he hadn’t forgotten who she was to him. She sure as hell had, until he brought her to another orgasm more intensely this time.

And in his mind, though naively he couldn’t feel it written across his young and inexperienced face, he wanted to blurt out, ‘I love you, mom.’

‘Jesus, I really should start dating again,’ she gasped and all because he wouldn’t stop rubbing up against those damned sweet spots. How the hell was she to know he’d be this good on the first try?

‘Maybe you should have thought of that before you got us into this fine mess.’

‘It’s been too long,’ she said dreamily, completely oblivious to her son’s sarcastic remark, before attempting once and for all to put a stop to this. If she didn’t, who knew what would have happened between them?