Before another word could escape her mouth, I leaned in and planted my lips upon hers. At first, her mouth and body recoiled a bit from me, her eyes wide open in surprise at what was happening. Then, as if in a dream, she relaxed, put her arms over my shoulders and pulled my lips back to hers for a long, deep kiss. Her lips tasted like coffee, and her soft tongue danced with mine. I put my hands on her hips and pulled our bodies closer together.
Just then, the woman occupying the bathroom came out, saw us making out like teenagers, and laughed approvingly. The laugh broke us out of our kiss. My mother collected herself, told me to pay the bill and went into the restroom. Once she came back to the table, we decided to head back to our hotel.
The short walk was awkwardly silent. What had I done? Had I just ruined the most important relationship I have by going to a place no mother and son should go. I cursed myself the entire way back.
Once we walked into the suite, my mother shyly hugged me goodnight and went into her bedroom. I went into my bedroom and collapsed on the bed disgusted with myself.
After a while, I gathered myself, got ready for bed and crawled under the sheets. Problem was, I couldn’t sleep. Instead, I just lay in bed replaying our kiss and wondering what came next. At about 1:30 a.m., I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to talk to my mother to see if she was as disgusted with me as I was with myself.
I walked across the suite to her bedroom and noticed that the door was cracked open. At home, she had always closed her door shut tight when she went to bed, but I figured maybe she had just forgotten. As I walked into her bedroom, I could vaguely see a silhouette of her on her back in the bed through the little light that was coming in the window.
I walked over to the side of the bed and could see her eyes closed in sleep. I couldn’t help but marvel at her beauty once more as she lay still sleeping. It was too much for me to handle. I knelt beside her bed, pulled off her covers to see that she was wearing nothing but a t-shirt and white lace panties.
In a lust-fueled daze, I moved down to the end of the bed, knelt by her feet and began to move up onto the bed between her legs. By the time my head reached the height of her thighs, I decided I couldn’t hold back. I leaned in and placed a small kiss on her thigh, then another. I couldn’t tell if she was awake or asleep, but she stirred a little and her legs parted just enough for my kisses to move to her inner thigh.
I continued to kiss my way up her legs until I reached the point where her skin met her panties. I paused for a second, looked up at her closed eyes and decided to go for it. I curled my fingers gently around the waistband of her panties and started to pull them down.
Before I could even get them halfway down, her ass lifted up to help me pull them down further. Her eyes remained closed, but she obviously was at least somewhat awake.
I pulled her panties over her feet and threw them to the floor. By the time I turned my focus back to her, her legs were spread open and her feet and knees had drawn up to give me an amazing view of her pussy.