I dropped backwards onto the bed completely drained out and breathing hard. I stared at the ceiling for what must have been five minutes until I knew I had to speak.
"Mom." There was only silence. I sat up.
She was still in the room. "Are you better now honey?" She smiled lightly.
"Fuck yea, I am." I noticed then the glistening substance still surrounding her face.
"Watch your language." She let out a little laugh at that comment. "I'm glad you're better. There's nothing your Mom can't solve."
"I'll keep that in mind."
"Now it's time we should go to bed honey." She came near me. "Kiss your mother goodnight."
I went to meet her and at this point I wasn't even hesitating to go for her mouth. I thought that would be okay now but she presented me with her left cheek. Her cheek was shining with the substance.
I could be kissing her saliva or my semen or most likely a combination of the two that still remained on her face as proof that I wasn't dreaming. I didn't hesitate, I'll admit that it was very hot knowing she wanted me to kiss it.
Mom turned around and walked away but before she was out the door she lifted her shirt to wipe her mouth letting me see her precious naked body from behind.
At almost 50 she still had a nymph's body in some respects. Her silky white ass could belong to a much younger woman but with that extra, age gives you something extra. Something inexplicable that distinguishes a young woman from a mature one. Mom was surely mature.
I was falling asleep that night when I began to wonder if Mom didn't need some help as well. I was too selfish and didn't even think about her own desires. I hoped that she had desires. She had walked out the room without showing signs that she needed more than what she got.
She left my room like everything had returned to normal and I couldn't tell how far she had fallen in depravity or if she had at all. Was she was affected, wet, horny?
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The next morning I woke up happy and determined to test the waters.
Mom was eating breakfast and I joined her. I tried subtly to bring about my desired conversation but she wouldn't give in. The rest of the Sunday proved similar. The highlight being grocery shopping together.
Mom in small gestures began touching me more than normal. A hug before we got in the car, the way she held my arm as we walked around the store. Her bending over to grab items from the shelves. The spandex fabric of her pants remarking her slender shapely figure. She even slapped my butt and giggled a couple of times.
Late that evening I found her watching TV in the living room. Sensing an opportunity I sat at the other end of the couch. Luckily she started it after she saw the bulge I was displaying for her.
She found it funny as she asked. "So, are you going to be okay now?"
I knew what she meant but why wouldn't I have fun as well? "Okay with what?"
"You know what I mean." Her eyes signaled at my shorts.
"I think you'll need to be more specific."
"Ha ha." She said sarcastically. "In that case." She folded her arms and turned her head away.
I laughed at that and got us back on track. "I don't know to be honest."
"You have to know. That was the point of it."