I thought for a minute and said, “Let’s just say you didn’t have a choice. Maybe one day I’d get a little crazy and tie you to a chair.” I urged her to sit and she looked at me wide-eyed without saying anything. I went to the utility drawer and brought out a handful of packaging twine. I took her wrists behind the chair and tied them just firm enough to hold. You could hear both of our breaths. I tied each ankle to a chair leg as my mother watched. I don’t think either of us knew where this would lead.
I said, “Then it would be all my fault.” I stood behind her and leaned over and kissed her cheek. I kissed her neck and face up to the corner of her lips. She turned her head and opened her mouth trying to kiss me. I didn’t let her.
I kissed behind her neck and unbuttoned the top four buttons on her blouse. I pulled the blouse behind her shoulders further restricting her. Her breasts were jutting and I kissed the soft flesh that was forced up over the top of her bra. She said, “Oh God.” I kissed over her bra and then pressed the tip between my lips. All I could see was a darkened area, but I could feel the nipple under the soft bra. I kissed up the front of her neck and over her chin. This time I allowed her parted lips to meet mine.
My mother had kissed me on a thousand occasions, as I had kissed her, but this was the first kissed we shared. Her lips were soft and beckoning and her tongue met mine in her mouth. She made a sweet sound as my hand caressed her breast. I accelerated as my hardness pressed on her arm. After the long and deepening kiss, I began unbuttoning her jeans. I unzipped it as far as I could and went down and kissed over her panties. I couldn’t reach her pussy and as I hooked my thumbs into the jeans and panties at her hips, she said, “Stop baby…we have to stop.” She was almost breathless.
I inhaled to catch my own breath and blew out a long stream of air. I said, “Carolyn lee, I love you.”
I untied her and she said, “You’re so good, baby. Thank you.” She kissed me long, holding my face and said, “Mickey Lee, I love you; we have to stop.” She looked a bit embarrassed and left the kitchen. I don’t think I ever masturbated more than I did that night.
The next day, she asked me to take a walk with her. We sat by the stream where the woods began and she said, “Mickey, what happened yesterday can never happen again. It’s my fault and I’m sorry baby.” I tried to say something but she said, “No honey, let me finish. I was selfish and I was wrong. You’re twenty, I’m forty, I’m your mother, and I don’t have the sense to see how much damage this can cause? I love you, I love Carol, I love her mom. My God. Mickey, I’m serious, no more. No more playing, no more. You have a life to live and I’m…going to have to do something with myself.”
“Mom just let me say something…”
“No baby.” She was adamant. ” We’re not going to say anything about this…we’re never going to say anything about this…we’re going to go on, and live our lives, the way we should.” Nothing would make her listen, nothing in the following weeks and nothing in the following months.