You felt her nipples, hard under her flimsy top, and you did it again, this time whispering in her ear…and she turned, meeting your lips with her own. You brushed against her chest and kissed her on the cheek, told her you loved her.
You’re sexy, you said, moving closer to her, loving the way her dimples showed when she smiled. You told her she was beautiful, and you loved the way it made her blush, so you said it again, and again. You’d had a few beers while out with some friends. It had started innocently enough, the two of you sitting on the couch, your mother sipping a glass of wine. You thought perhaps it was a dream, the night you had spent together, the way you had explored one another’s bodies and made each other feel whole, made each other cum over and over. Waking up on Saturday morning, you can’t believe your eyes: your beautiful, sexy mother, laying beside you in bed.
