Jack walked up the driveway, the kitchen light was still on, mum was still up. He looked at his father's bedroom window, total darkness. It was precisely a week ago tonight when Jack had come home from the disco, he was drunk, he had drunk too much. His mum's bedroom light was on, she had heard him and invited him into her bedroom. Mum was lying in her bed reading a newspaper which she put down when Jack came inside the bedroom, mum patted the side of her, inviting Jack to sit on her bed. Mum asked, "How was your night, have you met the lady of your dreams?"
Jack smiled then said, "I've already met her, I'm sitting beside her now."
Mum said, "You're my darling, did I notice a little uncertainty as you walked into my bedroom?"
"Maybe mum, I had quite a lot to drink tonight, I'll sleep well tonight."
Mum then told Jack when she was at University, she used to get drunk every Friday night.
They then chatted for a few minutes. Mum later told Jack that she was working on Saturday morning and had to be at her Clinic at eight, she needed some sleep. Jack leaned forward, their lips, they started to tongue kiss, mum's tongue was exploring deeply in Jack's mouth. It was only tongue kissing, no touching, it lasted several minutes then mum said, "Darling, I need to sleep, I'm glad that I saw you before you went to sleep."
They tongue kissed again with tenderness and affection, then Jack went to his bedroom.
Mum had never mentioned it all week, this surprised Jack as she must know that mum's don't tongue kiss their sons.
Mum had been very friendly to Jack all week and was acting as though nothing had happened.
Jack was now wanking himself every night, thinking of his mum's massive tits. Mum was a doctor, as was Jack's father. His father was much older than his mum, sixteen years older. His father was a clever Urologist, he had designed several medical tools which were sold all over the world.
Mum only cooked for Jack, she never cooked for her husband. His father was a heavy drinker of hard spirits, he was also a heavy smoker. For years the same roof but not the same bedroom. His father was only allowed to smoke in his study and his bedroom.
Jack went into the kitchen, mum was ironing some of her silk blouses. Jack said, "Hi mum, I'm relatively sober tonight, I'm going to have a glass of white wine, will I pour one for you?"
Mum smiled then said, "Yes please but I still have two blouses to iron, I don't want to damage the blouses as they are so fine, you have your wine, and I'll catch up when I'm finished. Your father is in London at a big conference, he'll be back on Tuesday evening, so we have the house to ourselves."
Jack opened a bottle of Chablis which mum liked. Jack sat at the kitchen table facing his mum, she looked so distinguished even though she was only wearing a red silk dressing gown. The belt was tied tightly, which highlighted her voluptuous body. Jack believed that she had no underwear on underneath her dressing gown.
Mum was ironing a blouse which was one of Jack's favourites, the colours suited her perfectly, all mum's blouses were hand made and tailored to show her flat stomach and massive tits. Jack said, 'I love you in that blouse, the colours suit you perfectly."
