A man reminisces about his relationship with his mother as he grew up from a little boy to a teenager. It is a tale that defies what is thought of as the norm. It is a situation that 'just happened.' Everyone involved was a decent person, but Freud would have had a field day with this one.
Your body has become accustomed to my touch. It relaxes under my hands as I position you. Feathery fingertips now bring sighs instead of giggles.
Your skin glows in the flickering candlelight as I kneel astride your hips where you lie prone upon the sheets. Lightly, I brush the silken strands of your golden hair from your face and you smile contentedly...