My Mommy's Good Boy

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he turned her face up to me and brought her lips to mine. Our lips touched once, briefly, before we pulled back. Then they met again, our lips parted, and for the first time, I felt my mother's tongue in my mouth. She was tentative at first. I made sure to moan deep in my throat to encourage her. Her tongue sought mine, twining, circling around. When I closed my teeth over her tongue and sucked, I thought she was going to climb into my lap, she pulled me so close!
All pretense was gone. We were not kissing as mother and son. No, this was simply a man and a woman doing what came naturally. We were responding in part to a biological urge, but our response was also based on an unshakeable love. This was my mother, my goddess, my love. How could I be expected to not desire her?
We kissed and caressed, our hands bolder than ever before. I ran my palm over her nightgown-clad breasts, feeling her nipples harden to my touch. Mom moaned, her eyes closed, allowing me this pleasure.