With my eyes covered in tears by my coughing fit, I could only hear her giggling to herself again. Wiping my eyes, I looked over at her, and the sweet smile that was growing on her face seemed to calm my coughing fit down.
I felt her hand on my wrist. It tightened ever so slightly as she stood up, dragging me with her. Her body started to move in sync with the music. Her hips swaying back and forth to the rhythm of the guitar while her head bobbed with the drum beats, all while staring intently into my eyes like she was daring me to join her.
I let the music take me as it forced my body to shake with some sort of a rhythm. You might even be able to call it a dance, but one thing is for sure, Mom was surprised to see me do it. I had never danced a day in my life and I’m not sure you could even confidently call this my first, but I could tell it made her happy.
“Ahhh, so now you dance. It just takes some tequila, I see!” she laughed out.
The swaying of her body had me in a trance. I tried to keep my eyes on her’s but I couldn’t help myself, she was so enticing.
Next thing I knew, Mom had pulled me in for a kiss by my shoulders. Our lips locked for a moment, both of us a bit shocked as far as I know. Then she pulled away. In the heat of the moment, I reeled her back in and reformed contact between our lips.
A moment later I could feel a guest enter its way into my mouth. Her tongue had entered me and was exploring my mouth for a few seconds before retreating. I followed back and was met with a sweet taste and a sense of euphoria engulfing my body.
We continued playing tongue tag for what seemed like forever before I pulled back. I needed a breather, as I had never trained myself in the art of not fainting while making out. I’d never had any experience with this sort of activity.
We were both just standing there, staring into each other’s eyes. God, I could get lost for hours in her hazel headlights. Unfortunately, that was not to be. Her gaze left mine and she slowly walked past me to her room, without saying anything.
She had left me alone in the living room, music still blasting. I was hornier than I’d ever been in my life and I felt like I couldn’t get it up to save my life now. I walked over to the stereo system and unplugged my phone, turning off the music.
I stumbled my way through the hallway. The alcohol wasn’t the cause of my troubled steps, it was instead, the passionate moment I just shared with my mother, one that lead to disappointment rather more intimacy. To be honest, I don’t know what I expected to happen.
I fell onto my bed and got under the covers. I just wanted the night to end but my mind was stirring. What had I done? What did I do to upset her so much? Did she leave because of me or was it just regret? My mind wouldn’t stop asking questions that I didn’t really know how to answer, nor did I want to.
I awoke the following morning to the smell of… bacon and eggs? Rolling out of bed, I made my way across the room, my feet still unsteady. I just about tripped and fell through the doorway before walking through the hallway, one hand on the wall for balance.