A.C. could feel a slight tremble in her hand, a tremble that could be
reflected in the pit of his own stomach.
"Take me to bed, A.C." she finally asked. "Be my lover for tonight.
Just tonight, I'm not that foolish to think there would ever be anything
beyond that. But just for this moment in time, help me remember what it's
like to love and be loved."
"Oh God!" A.C. thought as he looked at the sincerity in her eyes.
"What have I done?"
The ticks of the clock on the wall seemed to stretch to minutes instead
of seconds as he carefully considered his response. If Mary were just some
woman he met in a bar, twice his age or not, he'd have no problem taking
her to bed and forgetting about it tomorrow. But she wasn't just some
woman, she was Josh's mother. She was the closest thing he'd ever had to
having his own mother. He couldn't do something like this.
"A.C.?" Mary softly asked.
He knew she wanted an answer. He ran the words over in his mind one
more time. That the two of them would almost be like incest. Yes, that
was the track to take. Despite all his boyhood fantasies, they were almost
family. Didn't he read once somewhere where a lot of guys had sexual
fantasies about their mothers. A second voice told him that he was being
silly, no matter what he thought, they weren't related. She wasn't his
mother. Finally, a new question popped into his head. Why was it that the
idea of spending the night in Mary's bed didn't seem as bad an idea as it
did just a few minutes ago. Could it be that without admitting it to
himself all these years, it was what he really wanted to happen?
"Mary. All my life, I've thought of you almost as if you were my
mother." he began as he gently took her other hand in his. "But right now,
for the first time I can remember, I'm glad to know that you're not.
Because if you were my mother for real, I wouldn't be able to do ...
this...."
The tall young man leaned forward and kissed Mary on the lips with as
much desire as he had felt towards any woman. It was definitely not the
kiss of a son.
Surprised for a moment by the kiss, Mary had only the slightest
hesitation before she responded in kind. A.C. in turn was startled to
find Mary's tongue pressing between his lips but happy to open them enough
to permit it's passage. He felt Mary take his left hand and slide it up
and under her shirt, placing the flesh of his outstretched palm against
that of her naked and ample breast.
A bridge had been crossed. A decision made. Whatever the morning dawn
brought, neither of them would regret it.
The interplay of tongues between them was electric as two sets of hands
explored each others body. The soft flesh beneath Mary's shirt seemed on
fire as A.C. played with her bounty. His thumbs pressed against her
nipples, marveling at their size as he imagined how nice they were going to
feel in his mouth.
Unable to wait any longer, A.C. grabbed the side of Mary's shirt and
pulled it upward, exposing one of the white globes to the cool air
conditioned air. Mary's breast was capped with one of the widest areolas
he'd ever seen, over two inches across. In the center was a long thick
nipple as large as that on a baby bottle.
"You are so beautiful." A.C. exclaimed as he planted a soft kiss on the
top of Mary's exposed globe.
A loud sign erupted from Mary as she felt the wetness engulf her mound.
It'd been so long since she'd known any touch other than her own. She
closed her eyes and savored the sensation. As A.C. made no effort to
quickly expose her other breast, it was obvious that he was going to take
his time. His tongue darted to and fro, tracing wide circles around the
large nipple. Then he would tickle it directly before taking it whole into
his eager mouth once again.