My Mommy's Good Boy

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Getting up, I leaned over her and tenderly kissed my mother's lips. Both of our mouths opened; we were both hungry for the contact. I extended my tongue and lightly flicked it over mom's upper lip, causing her to shiver and whimper.

"Feels different, doesn't it, mom?"
"Yessss," she whimpered.
"You like it, though?"
"Oh, yessss," she almost moaned.
"Let me change the music and then we'll see how other things feel, too." Before changing the music, I went into my room and got some incense I had bought in anticipation of this night. Mom had once disclosed that the smell of orange blossoms always made her horny, so I had purchased that particular scent. I set the incense on the coffee table and lit it. "It helps cover the smell of the weed," I explained.
I then put on another of mom's favorite albums and the seductive sound of Nina Simone's I Want a Little Sugar in My Bowl reached our ears. I sat down right next to mom and put my arm around her. She snuggled against me, putting her head on my chest as we sat together, stoned, enjoying music. I moved my free hand to her thigh, and placed it high up, my fingers touching where her legs pressed together. No longer cautious, I was ready to take the last bite.
"That is one sexy sound, don't you think, mom?"
"Mmmmmm" was all she responded.
"Mom, I want you to kiss me, please," I whispered.
She raised her head from my chest. Her eyes told me all I needed to know. Between the weeks of seduction, the music, the incense, and her chemically-lowered inhibitions, my mom was ready for some loving.