"Honey, come outside and see." My mom had nudged me awake. The clock said 2:47am on an August night only weeks before starting college. I remembered there was supposed to be an eclipse I wanted to see, and pushed back the covers.
Following her to the front door, I saw she was wearing a long tee shirt, her legs bare and feet shoeless. Quietly, she opened the door and we stepped onto the front porch. The thought of going outside wearing only boxer shorts nearly stopped me, but the night air felt so good, so soothing, and it was the middle of the night and no one would see me. Except mom.
The weather, in fact, was more than soothing. The sky was nearly overcast, the clouds rushing by. A strong tropical breeze, pregnant with moisture, neither warm nor cool, rushed past us. It fluttered mom's tee shirt, briefly showing the outlines of her breasts. It was the kind of breeze that flows right through you, filling you with an energy, a strength you never thought you had.
"We might not see it," she whispered.
There was no sign of life on the street. Every house was dark, and not a single car drove past. We moved to the porch rail and leaned out, scanning the sky. Fleeting glimpses of a star or two between clouds failed to reveal the moon, but we still watched and waited.
Mom moved closer to me. "It's a little chilly," she said, slipping her arm around my waist. It felt nice, her body was soft against me. "Aren't you cold dressed like that?" she said. She held me close, her hand resting firmly on my hip giving me a feeling of comfort. I did feel a shiver, but not from the temperature.
The night made me feel like anything could happen. I put my arm around her waist and drew her to me. Her breast gently touched my bare chest. The inward curve above her hip felt soft, and I caressed it. Her hand moved up to my side, gently stroking, then her fingers stopped at the top of my shorts. I was glad she was gazing up at the sky, or she would see my growing erection. The absurdity and impossibility of the situation started to hit me -- my mother and I were standing half naked on the front porch, in a half embrace -- yet no one could see us. I felt a private thrill at flaunting a deep taboo.
She turned toward me slightly, pressing her breast more into my side. I ran my hand up her back and felt her tension disappear.
"Mmm, that feels good," she murmured.
As I caressed her, she turned more toward me, and I felt her hand slip lower onto my ass. It seemed like an innocent touch at first, then she gave a slight squeeze. I had been wanting to slide my hand down over her bottom and feel its round firmness, so I slowly did. As my fingers neared the hem of her night shirt, her hand clenched my butt cheek a little harder.
