Chapter 45: Works in a Drawer

Checking on Mom, she’s asleep in my bed. She has removed her clothes and is beneath the covers but one lovely breast is exposed.

She did say I could suck her breasts, but do I dare? It’s very attractive and tempting. After a long while of staring and study, I do boldly permit myself to just kiss her nipple. Mom moans, turns slightly towards me, and lifts a hand to my hair, lightly caressing and gently holding my head. With such encouragement, I suck her nipple into my mouth, where it quickly stiffens and elongates

“Johnny?”

Startled at her misidentifying me, I draw back and away. I swarm away. Black sheep Johnny is the fine lace, leaving me the role of ... okay. I’ll play fly on the wall, and find out what exactly happened between them, what Mom wants from Johnny, and misses.

Mom’s eyes fly open at my sudden withdrawal.

“Ricky? Oh I’m so sorry, honey. I was dreaming. Don’t be upset, come back to me, I’ll make it better.”

“You called me Johnny. Did he used to suck your titties before he ran away to sea? Was it during one of those sessions he groped you? Is that the total story? Was Johnny more confused than you admit? Embarrassed? Or something occur more devastating and shameful?”

“Johnny was very hurt and angry he wasn’t allowed to graduate and the Army rejecting him was another blow to his pride. I was merely consoling him. Just as I am now willing to console you, Ricky, whenever you need me. Let me hold you awhile, Baby. I need to reaffirm myself as your mother. You used to run to my arms. Please? Treat me as if I’m still necessary to you?”

“Tell me about you and Johnny.”

“Come back to my arms and my breast, and I’ll tell you the entire sad story. Get undressed.”

“Why do I need to be naked with you? Sounds dangerous, inappropriate and unnecessary.”

“My breasts hold no milk now, but nourishment isn’t the only reason for nursing. It’s a bonding between the child and the mother. Bonding occurs best when the naked baby is held in the mother’s arms to her naked breast. Keep your underwear on, and pass me mine, I’ll put them back on. We need to re-bond son. It’s broken.”

Picking Mom’s panties off the floor, I immediately drop them. They’re soaking wet, and now cold and clammy feeling.

“I’ll get you a clean pair of Marshall’s. You’re both petite. Might be snug, but will fit I think.”

“Very considerate Ricky. And one of Marshall’s feminine napkins please?”

“Are you menstruating Mom?”

“No, I’m Latina.”

That announcement required thinking about some, to make sense of.

I conclude she intended to convey she’s a ‘Hot Juicy Latina’ and easily lubes up. If sucking on Mom’s nipples lubes her up, maybe I should get out of here. My curiosity about her and Johnny’s history and rift overpowers my caution. Passing her the napkin envelope and a pair of Marshall’s panties, I’m entranced when she kicks off the covers, and elevates her feet, to insert them in the panties leg holes.

As you may easily imagine, this exposes her entire bottom including her swollen labia and the creamy crease between. Mom is already lubing up. She’s dressing by feel, her eyes locked steadily upon mine. A tiny smile hovers at the corner of her lips.

“Do you find me attractive, son?”

Seduction or insecurity? Exposing her pussy to me might merely be feeling comfortable and uninhibited by my nonthreatening presence, or it might be deliberately baiting me. I’m certain we will not have coitus. I’m less certain Mom agrees with that determination.