Chapter 10
Walt's sorted through the selection of various colored silk boxers his mother placed in his underwear drawer. The note sitting on top of the pile read,
"Just these, nothing else."
He brushed his teeth and took the quickest shower of his life and after toweling dry, he decided not to cover his stump with a sock.
He was already starting to get an erection in anticipation of what he hoped was to come. It rose to full staff when he pulled the silk shorts up over his waist and felt their erotic softness against his skin. He was having trouble keeping himself from slipping out through the fly so he lowered the waistband a little down over his hips to trap his erection between it and his belly.
Satisfied that he was not going to leave his room with a beacon waving in front of him, he opted to not use his wheelchair but walked back out into the family room on his crutches.
Peggy's heart felt like it was going to explode out of her chest while she was getting dressed for her son. The nagging doubts of whether or not she should go through with her seduction kept tickling the back of her mind. She brushed them aside with the reasoning that they were both mature adults and that they loved each other.
"I love him, I want this and I know he wants it too," she said as she smoothed a nylon stocking up over her thigh. She was satisfied with her quick examination of herself in the mirror before hurrying out into the family room to get there before he did.
Walt stopped just inside the doorway. The drapes were closed and the room was dimly lit. There was just enough light to see the most beautiful creature he had ever seen waiting for him.
"Hello, sweetheart," she said in a timid voice. "I like your new shorts."
"Mom?" he said in a voice choked with emotion. "My God, you look absolutely beautiful."
They both moved towards the center of the room and stood facing each other. Peggy stood with her feet apart and her hands on her hips but her trembling insides proved that she was not as confident as she appeared to be.
Walt balanced on his crutches and stared at the vision that stood before him. It was his mother but, then again, it was someone else. She looked fifteen years younger with her bangs over her forehead and her dark hair framing her face but not hiding the little earrings glittering on her ears.
She was wearing a black, halter-top dress with a full skirt and a wide belt around her waist. The sides of the halter-top were cut very low and he could see the swell of her breasts pushing out from behind the fabric. She stood tall on legs barely hidden by her whisper-sheer, black nylons that ended in spike-heeled, black patent-leather pumps.
She turned a little towards the side and he could see that the dress was totally backless with only her tanned skin showing down to her waist.
"You like?" she asked and did a complete turn so he could see everything.
"I like," he croaked out. "Mom, you're a vision from my dreams."
"Or, maybe from one of your magazines?" she giggled and stepped closer to him.
Taking his crutches, she put them together and lay them across the arms of Martin's chair.
"You won't need those," she said and wrapped her arms around his back to balance him against her.
Her high heels brought her up to almost exactly his height and they stared into each other's eyes for a moment. Closing her eyes, she tilted her head and wet her lips in preparation for him to kiss her.
"Oh, mom," Walt sighed and moved to kiss her.
"Peggy," she whispered an instant before their lips touched. "Call me Peggy, please."
Chapter 11
Peggy couldn't remember kissing for that long a time since she was in high school. The feeling of Walt's lips on hers and his tongue playing in her mouth made her head swim. Both of them had their hands all over each other's backs and bottoms. He tried to slip his hand down under her dress from the back but the tight belt around her waist stopped him.
She didn't have the same problem and was able to run her fingers under the waistband of his boxers. Afraid of going too far too fast, she stopped when her fingers reached the top of his cheeks. She elicited a groan from him when she gently scratched the top of his crease with her fingernails.
Their groins ground together and she could feel his erection pushing against her belly. She tried to lift herself up on her toes so she could move it down between her legs but she was afraid they would lose their balance and fall.
After what seemed like an hour, they finally broke their kissing and studied each other for a moment before they both burst out into laughter.
"You look like you washed your face with lipstick and spit," she said.
"Look who's talking," he replied and licked her face.
She reciprocated and soon their mouths and tongues were back to tasting each other.
"Can we sit somewhere," he asked. "My leg is getting tired."
"Here, sit on the sofa," she suggested and helped balance him while he hopped the few steps to it.
