Chapter 6

We seemed to be the last to leave the theatre and, as there was no-one waiting on the lift to the basement car-park, we were the only two on board as it descended. Mom was standing by my side and we weren't talking as we waited on the lift to stop and release us and, on a whim, I reached out and took Mom's hand and held it in mine. Eventually we reached the car, still hand-in-hand and Mom turned to me and said,

"Thank you for escorting me to the movies and being such a gentlemanly date, but, I think it has to stop here so what about a final kiss?" and she turned to face me.

'I was devastated, no more explorations and fun with Mom! What was I to do?' these thoughts ran rapidly round my brain as I wrapped my arms round my mother and pulled her close to me. Luckily, we were the only car on the floor by then, so there was no-one to watch me bend my face down to press my lips against mom's. Once again her probing tongue pressed its' way into my mouth and this time I reciprocated, pushing, in turn, my tongue into hers. I thought the last kiss was exciting but this was on a whole new level. Each of us seemed to be doing our best to push in as far as possible and at the same time desperately suck the others' tongue in deeper, as if to swallow it completely.

It was arousing in the extreme and, when I finally realised it, the feel of Moms' body pressed hard against mine only increased my excitement. The squishy soft feel of her unfettered breasts pressed against my chest was almost beyond belief and I had no hesitation in not even trying to prevent my super hard cock digging into her groin in return. She didn't seem to mind this and the kiss went on and on, with Mom seeming to press her groin hard back at me, until we were finally forced to pull apart.

"Whew! I think it's a good thing that this is ending. You are starting to get ideas way, way above your age. Come on, we had better go home." And she went to her side of the car and unlocked it.

When we were safely enclosed in the security and privacy of the car she turned in her seat and said to me,

"Before we head off there's something I need to say to you. Please don't interrupt me until I am finished as this is very difficult. What we have been doing for the last couple of days is wrong. Both legally and morally, and if the wrong person had seen us, we could have been faced with some very ugly law proceedings. I'm not sure how or why it began but I do know it's got to stop. I'm sure it has all been my fault and I am very sorry that this has happened. I just hope that it hasn't harmed your feelings towards me as your mother and that we can get back to our old ways." Having blurted all this out Mom sank back in her seat and, without looking at me, just sat waiting for my possible response.

For once in my life I thought very carefully before opening my mouth. A lot could rest on how I responded and I carefully chose my words before starting,

"Oh, Mom! How could you think that my feelings for you could diminish? You're fantastic and nothing we have done could change that. I love you very much, firstly as a mother and secondly as a woman in your own right. Our little explorations, and that's all they have been, were as much my fault as yours and who cares if its illegal? I won't tell anyone if you don't, and as for it being immoral - who decides that? There's certainly no God bleating in my ear." Hearing my own words I counted my lucky stars that I read such a lot and was so much older than my years.

"Oh, You!' Mom blurted out when I had finished, "I think you're sweet talking your old Mom. Now we'd better get home." And she started the car and set off.

When we were out on the road and well on our way I noticed that Mom was regularly tugging the hem of her dress down to knee level as it consistently slid up her thighs as she drove. Finally I summoned the courage and muttered to her,

"Stop doing that!"

"What was that you said? I didn't quite catch it." Came the reply.

"I said, 'Stop that!' meaning - don't keep pulling your dress down. You've got great legs and there's only me to admire them." I waited for a grumpy response, and when there wasn't one, I went on, "In fact, I think you should show a whole lot more." And saying such I reached over and tugged her hem right to the top of her thighs.

"See? It's not so bad, is it? And they certainly are great and well worth looking at." I watched Mom blush faintly, but she said nothing and pretended to be totally engrossed in her driving. She also made no effort to lower her dress either.

We were getting close to home and my mother was well aware, but pretending not to be, of the attention I was paying to her legs and finally, when we were about five minutes away, I reached out and tugged her dress even higher, until it was practically bunched up round her waist.

Mom muttered some protests but she couldn't do much as the driving was fully occupying her and she had to sit there and allow me. I was very pleased with my handy-work when I looked down and saw her panties exposed to my view almost up to navel height. Today's offering were a fragile ivory coloured pair and they clung silkily and sexily to her, hardly concealing anything. I could see the small bulge of her tummy and the bush of hair under it. The top of her bulging lips were also just able to be made out as was the start of the split between them.

Tempting as it was, I managed to resist the temptation to bend down and examine at close range, but I didn't take my eyes from this fantastic sight unto Mom, with a huge sigh of relief, turned into our drive and came to a halt inside the garage. She immediately dragged her dress down and said, quite firmly,

"I told you that was all finished." and she opened her door, further saying as she got out, "Now I'm going to my room to change and I'm sure you need the privacy of your own bedroom before the others come home."

She was correct and I made a bee-line for my bedroom, pausing when I got there to ponder whether I should get Sue's panties from the hamper. I decided against it as I knew that she would miss them and that I couldn't let them go through the laundry with my cum stains all over them as Mom might notice and object. I made use of my prized ones and it took no time at all to reach another monumental climax, thinking about Mom's tits and cunt and how I had my hand on one of them and 'all but' on the other.

I sat and read a couple of chapters until I heard Dad and Sue come home and went down to join them.

"Hi, Dad, hi, Sue." I greeted them and noticed Dad's eye-brows twitch when Sue replied,

"Hi, Johnny. Had a good day? I'll bet you'll be as sorry as I am when the holidays finish the day after tomorrow."

"Hello, Johnny. Well it's good to see you guys not at war. What's happened? A truce broken out or something?" and he began to unfold his newspaper.

I attempted to chat with them for a few minutes and, since neither seemed terribly interested, I finally left them and went to the kitchen to see if mom needed a hand.

"Chicken breasts, broccoli, peas, carrots and mashed potatoes." Mom told me in response to my question. She was in her usual spot in front of the sink dressed in jeans and a tee-shirt and I went over to her and hugged her from behind.

"You smell as good as you look." I whispered in her ear, "You should wear tight jeans more often."

"Thank you," she replied as she tried to wriggle and twist free of my hug, "but you'd better let me go. I told you all that had to stop and, anyway, one of the others might come in."

"Nah. They are well settled and won't be moving till tea time, and we'd hear them coming." I made no effort to free her.

"Hmmph! And where have you been anyway? I could have used your help here half an hour ago. I suppose you've been upstairs, masturbating again. Now please let me go. I meant what I said." Mom was trying to sound angry but not succeeding too well.