This is the fourth chapter in the series. I loved writing every paragraph of it. On the occasion of mother's day, I wanted to send this out to every loving mother who wants to enjoy reading it. Thanks for all the emails again. I have enjoyed receiving them just as much as I have enjoyed writing this story. As always, keep them coming. I love hearing from all of you.
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Chapter 4 – Birthday present: The massage
Once we had got back to our home, you had rushed to the toilet. I kept laughing. It was so funny to see you so desperate. “Its not funny” you said when you came into the kitchen while I put the basket away.
Then I asked you to wait in the living room. I quickly got to my room, got your dress and laid it on your bed. Then I came into the living room.
“Now go into your bedroom and see the present” I smiled at you.
While you were in your bedroom, I cleared up the kitchen table, laid some candles and petals on it, laid the table for dinner and then heated up the meal.
I saw you come out of the bedroom with the dress on.
“Is this what you had in mind?” you asked me standing in front of me, with a loving smile in your eyes. You looked drop dead gorgeous, and I could not stop eating you. You weren’t wearing anything underneath and the dress was just right in accentuating your curves. You posed for me and turned around so I could eat you all over.
“I must look nice in this, I can see in your eyes!” you said smiling at me.
“You look lovely mom” I could not get my eyes off you.
“Thank you my love, it is really beautiful.” You kissed me on my lips with a quick gentleness. You looked deep in my eyes. “It is a lovely present.”
“You make the dress look so much more beautiful,” I said to you looking deep in the eyes.
At this you could not help but come close and give me a big hug. I could feel your whole body melt in my arms, as you pressed yourself on me. I ran my hands all over you, touching you all over through the dress. The feel of it over your skin with nothing underneath was tantalising my fingers. I was hugging you very close to me. I ran my hands on your waist and touched your bum. You ran your fingers through my hair, and then planted a few kisses on my cheek. You were melting in my arms.
“Now if I may go and get ready my self, just give me a few minutes and I will be right there mom.” I rushed and got changed.
When I joined you in the living room, I turned on the stereo and put on the CD you like very much. Taking your hand in mine, I asked you for a dance. You looked deep in my eyes and with a smile joined me to dance. We danced for a while. All the time I would look at your eyes, then your body from head to toe, and eat with every inch of your beauty. You probably knew exactly what was going on in my mind. Every step and move you made was suggesting that you were enjoying every moment of it. Even now it makes me think, that may be you were glad to know that I had the same cravings for you as you had for me. It probably had amazed you a little at start and you were taking time to create the next move on me. But I think you were glad that I desired you just as much as you desired me.
After a while you wanted to sit down for a while. So we took a break. After I opened the bottle of Champagne, you were surprised for the special treatment. I filled our glasses and we had a toast.
“Many happy returns of the day mom”
“Cheers honey.”
We enjoyed a few glasses. Then as we got ready to have our meals, we sat down close to each other at the table. I was sitting on your right at the table, instead of opposite. You wanted me close to you today. All the while I looked at you and your eyes. The dress had think straps and left your shoulders to become victim to my gaze as I ate them with my eyes. As you leaned on the table, your cleavage would give me an extra feast at times. The candlelight had cast a special glow on your face. The Champagne had drenched your eyes in emotions and I could see them glitter in the shimmering light. As we ate our dinner, the CD kept playing our songs one after the other. You seemed to be enjoying the food, so I was pleased.
All the while you kept giggling and making innuendos. You were getting to be drunk by the minute. After two bottles of Champagne, we had opened some more bottles of cocktails. You were enjoying drinking and getting drunk. The more you enjoyed the more you were flirting with me.
After a while you stopped. “I am stuffed. I cannot eat anymore.”
“Ok mom. Take a break for a while. Then if you feel like it you can have some more. Anyway the dessert is yet to follow. So have some room for it.”
“I need to digest some of the meal then. I can’t possibly eat any more.”
“Well then, can I have a dance with you?”
You smiled and offered your hand. When you got up, you started giggling. You were very tipsy. “I think I’m drunk a little bit. That wine has gone straight to my head, love.”
“Oh don’t worry mom, you will be all right.”
“You will have to be careful honey. You will have to take care of me if I slip.”
“Always my pleasure mom.”
As we started dancing slowly, you wrapped your hands around my neck and clung to me close to my chest. I could feel that you were leaning on me. I could feel your weight slightly more now, than before. I slowly placed my hands around your waist and danced with you slowly. As we danced, the music seemed more and more emotional and romantic.
“I love this song.” You whispered. As you danced, you ran your hands on my back, and kissed my neck a few times, ran your fingers through my hair. I started to rub your back and caress you a little. With every gesture you made, I reciprocated with one of mine, and then you responded to it and on it went. Soon I was running my hands closer to your bum.
At one time, jokingly, I caressed them by holding them in my hands gently.
“If you were my girlfriend I would have loved to do that mom,” I joked.
“I would love that too. Do I have to pretend?” you smiled looking at me with naughty eyes. “In fact I love your bum too.” You said.
You were running your hands all over my bum. By now I had my hands around your neck and you had yours on my bum. As we danced you kept caressing my bum.
“I am sure if you were my boyfriend, I wouldn’t stop doing this.”
“I am not asking you to either.” I smiled at you.