“Mom, your promise.”
That damned promise. All the talk, all the back and forth, and still I had that promise I made in front of Greg.
“Mom, I don’t think a baby should be made because of a one-sided promise. I think it should be made because two people love each other and both want a baby so bad they can’t help it.” He kissed me tenderly again. “I thought over all you had to say, and I hope you thought about all I said too. It all came from my heart.”
“What are you saying?”
“Mom, forget about the promise. We both need to make this decision together. Our baby deserves to have two ‘yeses’ about its conception.” He kissed me again, twice more on the lips, then hugged me close in a soft embrace.
We stood there for a while, mother and son.
I finally pushed away and took his hand. “Ronny, make love to me. Let’s go make a baby,” I said.
I led my son to my bedroom, to where Greg had slept with me, to where he had sex with me. He was the only one I had ever been intimate with. My mind couldn’t yet comprehend that fact was about to change.
Ronny was in a trance. His face showed he was having trouble believing it was going to happen. I kissed him and he responded. First with light kisses, then with the tip of his tongue. Finally, probing deep into my mouth. He pressed his body hard against mine and ground his hips forward. Mine, to my surprise reacted with a thrust of their own.
“I feel like it’s Christmas,” he said.
I lifted my arms to the side and did a twirl. “Then … unwrap me!”
“What?”
“Take your mother’s clothes off,” I laughed. One of the things I had replayed in my mind during my sleepless night was how Ronny had disrobed me in the kitchen. In retrospect, it was wildly exciting. I saw my chance to relive it.
“Look,” I said. “I’ll start it by unwrapping YOU!” Now that this was going to happen, my mood had changed. I actually felt playful. Unbelievable!
I pulled Ronny’s T over his head and kissed his chest. I slipped his sweatpants over his hips and to the floor, leaving him with only his briefs on.
“Your turn,” I teased.
I didn’t have to ask twice. He tugged my top out of my skirt and slid his hands underneath it, caressing my back and sliding over my bra. I raised my arms to the ceiling and he glided it off me in one swing. He undid the one button and unzipped the side of my skirt. It dropped to the floor.
I stood in my matching set of light green bra and panties. Stood in front of my son with his white briefs.
We kissed. Ronny rubbed my arms, my back, and during an embrace, he dipped his hand into the back of my panties and ran his hand over my naked ass, sending shivers through me.
His fingers found the three clasps of my bra and they parted. He kissed my shoulders and pulled the straps away and off my arms. His kisses continued down until he was devouring my breasts and sucking my nipples.
“Ooohh my GOD!” I sighed.
After a while I said, “My turn again!” I took hold of the waistband of his shorts and guided them all the way to the floor. I knelt and took hold of his erect penis. I kissed the tip and then slowly stretched my lips around it, taking as much into my mouth as I could.