"No, David! Please don't do that!"
Helen Collins pulled away from her son's urgent mouth as she struggled from his encircling arms.
"We'll talk about this tomorrow," she added, her face flushing. "I'm going to bed now and I suggest you do the same. You've clearly had too much to drink."
David tried to mutter an apology but Helen had already left the room, leaving him feeling embarrassed and confused. His mother's fortieth birthday party had been an intimate occasion for family members and a few close friends which had passed off successfully. Until, that is, he had impulsively taken her in his arms and kissed her passionately on the mouth.
A few minutes later he was in bed and drifting off to sleep, remembering how sexy his mother had looked in her new dress, one which was unusually short for her. The low, square-cut neckline had exposed a good deal of cleavage, which he had found it difficult to take his eyes from. When she had pecked him on the cheek to thank him for his present of a bracelet, the nearness of her body and the heady fragrance of her scent had compelled him to press his lips forcefully against hers, the full consequences of which remained to be seen. Only a grovelling apology seemed likely to get him out of trouble.
Helen didn't find it quite so easy to get to sleep that night. The initial shock of David's sudden embrace had faded, leaving her with memories that were far from unpleasant;her lips tingling from the desperate pressure of his mouth, his hands eagerly fondling her bottom, his erection pressing urgently against her stomach. What should she say to David in the morning? Various possibilities swirled through her mind until she settled on one which, though clearly unwise, she found too tempting to resist. Only then was she able to fall into an uneasy sleep.
- - - - o O o - - - -
Helen was surprised to find David already up when she entered the living room on the following morning-normally he slept late on Sunday mornings. She imagined that the previous evening's incident was still worrying him, though he was clearly trying to appear nonchalant as he read the morning newspaper.
"I'm sorry about last night, David. I overreacted, I'm afraid. I just didn't expect you to kiss me on the mouth so passionately."
David looked up from his newspaper in amazement. He had been rehearsing his own apology all morning, his stomach knotted with anxiety. His mother's words left him feeling bemused but a good deal more cheerful.
"I'm sorry, too, Mum-I just couldn't help myself. You looked so hot in your new dress, but I know it was wrong to kiss you like that."
"Well, inappropriate, certainly," agreed Helen as she settled on to the sofa opposite her son. "Then again, it can sometimes be delightful to act in a not entirely proper way, don't you think?"
David smiled uncertainly, not altogether sure what answer to make.
"Don't imagine I didn't enjoy the way you kissed me," continued Helen. "I enjoyed it very much indeed! By the way, thank you for saying I looked hot last night. I was trying to show that a woman of my age can still look attractive."
"You always look attractive to me, Mum, whatever you're wearing. In fact, to be more accurate, you look as sexy as hell!"
"I don't suppose my figure's too bad, for a forty-year-old."
"That's something of an understatement! Your breasts looked fantastic last night-you should wear low-cut dresses more often. Added to that, you've got lovely, shapely legs and an absolutely delicious-looking bottom!"
David wondered for a moment if his admiration had been expressed just a little too forthrightly, but his mother's glowing smile persuaded him that he had nothing to worry about.
"What a lovely compliment, especially coming from a son to his mother! I think you deserve a kiss. We do have unfinished business from last night, after all."
Helen patted the sofa at her side in invitation, and after a moment's dazed hesitation David moved to join her.
"Is that another new dress, Mum? I like it-it really accentuates your figure."
"That's because it's a bit on the tight side. I don't usually wear it because it tends to emphasize my boobs and bum a little too much. I somehow thought it would meet with your approval!"
David grinned, edging closer to his mother until his thigh was pressed against hers. Placing his hand lightly on her shoulder, he moved his face close to hers until their lips softly met.
"Wait a moment, please," breathed Helen. "I need to make sure that you understand what I'm offering you here. I'm offering you a kiss, the kind of sexy kiss that a mother probably shouldn't offer to her own son. I don't mind if you put your tongue in my mouth-in fact, I would be delighted if you did-and I don't mind if you fondle me through my clothes, but I don't want you to go further than that."
Somewhat astonished by his mother's words, David could only nod in agreement. He would never have even considered slipping his tongue into her mouth, but now that she had given him her explicit permission, his own mouth began to water with anticipation. Similarly, the license to caress her alluring body, even through the barrier of her clothes, was one which he intended to exploit to the full.
This time his mother responded eagerly to his hungry kisses, returning them with an increasing passion. Her soft lips parted willingly to receive his probing tongue and he explored her warm, moist mouth with an ardour which sent shivers of desire coursing through her body, a sensation which she hadn't experienced for a long time.
"I love you so much, Mum," David sighed as their lips parted.
He softly kissed every inch of his mother's smiling face as he slowly moved his hand from her shoulder to her left breast, cupping it tenderly in his palm. His growing erection was beginning to press into her side and he eased it from her slightly in his embarrassment.
"Please don't," moaned Helen, rubbing herself against him. "It's so good to feel your hardness against me!"
She covered his hand with hers and pulled it against her body, encouraging him to feel at her breast. David was quick to take the hint, squeezing and fondling both of her tits with lecherous enthusiasm as he again crushed his mouth passionately against hers.
"Oh, God, my nipples are so hard!" moaned Helen, when her son finally took his lips from hers. "Can you feel them, darling?"
"Only just. It would be better another time if you wore a thinner dress-without a bra, preferably. Or a skimpy top, like the one I bought as a present for Lisa-she never did pluck up the courage to wear it."
Lisa was his 18-year-old sister, a leggy blonde who featured in his masturbatory fantasies almost as often as his mother.
"Is there going to be another time, David?" asked Helen tremulously. "I'm not sure that it would be wise to ... "
