Was It The Wrong Number Ch 10

Sunday, July 5, 1992, 7:00 A.M.:

When I woke, I realized Kami wasn't still in bed. Shit, I hoped Mom wasn't already up. I got out of bed and dressed. I was about to reach for the door handle, when it opened. Kami smiled and walked in.

"Please tell me you're the only one up," I said.

"No, David and Mom are. Jill hasn't come downstairs yet," she said.

"Thank god," I said.

"What? I had a cover story ready," she laughed.

"I figured you might, but still," I said.

"Quit worrying!! It's going to be okay," she kissed me on the lips.

"Stop. I need to brush my teeth," I said.

"I don't care. Fucking kiss me," she commanded. She reached for my neck and pulled me to her lips. I took her in my arms and kissed her ravenously.

"There, that's much better," she smiled. "I hate that we have to leave this morning, but I've had a wonderful time."

"So, have I, baby," I replied.

"Good," Kami said. "You should get ready. The boat is going to be here in 30 minutes."

"I will. I love you," I said.

"I love you more," she smiled. I gave her another quick kiss and left to go upstairs. After a brief shower, I grabbed my things and walked out into the hall. Mom was just coming out of her bedroom. She had her hands full and I offered to carry some of it for her.

"Sure, baby," she replied. She smiled at me as I reached for her suitcase. "Thank you."

"No problem, Mom," I replied.

We walked downstairs and found everyone else ready to go. David and I carried the luggage to the dock. Soon, we heard the boat approaching. The same boat captain that dropped us off picked us up. We loaded the luggage and were soon on our way. I looked back and watched the house and island slowly slip away. I couldn't wait to return. Kami moved to sit next to me. She wrapped her arm around my back and leaned against my shoulder.

The flight home was boring other than watching Mom and Angie continuing to hold hands and whispering to one another. I wondered what they'd talked about the previous night after I'd left them downstairs. Had Mom asked about what she'd seen Angie and David doing on the beach? There were so many things to ponder.

We said our goodbyes as the shuttle dropped Mom and me off at her car. There were hugs all around and plans made for dinner at Richard and Angie's house the next weekend. I put our things in the trunk of Mom's car and we left the airport to head home. She was quiet the entire drive, but placed her hand on top of mine just before we got home. The sudden contact caused me to jump slightly. I turned to see her smiling at me. She turned back to face forward, the smile never leaving her face.

After we made it home, she said she was going to take a nap as she hadn't slept well the night before. I asked why she hadn't.

"Strange beds, baby. I've never slept well in a bed that I wasn't used to. I think it's something to do with moving around a lot growing up," she replied.

"I understand," I said.

"Why don't you take a nap, too," she suggested. "I was thinking we could go out to dinner tonight."

"That sounds fun," I replied.

"Good. If I'm not up by 4, wake me up," she said.

"Okay, I will, Mom," I replied. She gave me a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek. I hesitated, hoping for another little kiss on the lips, but it didn't come. She walked to her room and closed the door. I carried my bag to my room, where I kicked off my shoes and laid back on the bed. I tried to force myself to sleep, but I couldn't. Finally, I grabbed my tattered copy of

Red Storm Rising

and began to read. At some point, I must have fallen asleep. I woke up suddenly thinking I'd forgot to wake Mom. I glanced at my alarm clock and saw that it was just 3:55. Good, I thought, there was still time. I opened my travel bag and grabbed my toiletries before going to the bathroom to brush my teeth. After finishing, I walked down the hall to the living room. Mom didn't seem to be awake yet.

I approached her door and knocked, but there was no answer. Was she in the shower, I wondered? I turned to walk away but then I thought if I didn't wake her up, she might be upset because she might sleep too late for dinner. At least I could make sure she was in the shower. I opened the door slowly. I immediately saw her bathroom door was open and the light was out. I turned to the left toward her bed. Mom was lying there, still asleep. She was naked and had pushed the bedcovers off. I looked at her longingly and tried hard to swallow the sudden lump in my throat as my eyes wandered over her body. God, how sexy she looked. How I wanted to go to her and make love to her. My eyes trailed down her body to her womanhood. What had previously been trimmed was completely bare.

"Mom," I called. She didn't stir, which was not unusual since when she did actually sleep, it was like she was in a coma. I would probably need to go in there and physically wake her up. She was naked and I didn't want to do anything that would escalate matters before she was ready. I weighed my options and decided I better wake her up as it was already 4:20 by her bedside clock. I walked to her bed and stopped. I couldn't help but look at her again. I tried to memorize every detail of her before I reached for the sheet to cover her. I sat on the edge of the bed before I placed my hand on her bare shoulder and patted her lightly.

"Mom," I said softly. "It's after 4. You need to wake up." She seemed to stir but moved around in the bed and continued to try to sleep. I patted her a little more firmly. Suddenly, she sat up. The sheet fell away from her body.

"What? Who," she said in panic. Finally, she recognized me. "Oh, it's you, Bradley." She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me. I did the same.

"Who did you think it was, Mom," I asked. There was an almost electric feel as my hands rested on her bare back.

"I didn't know, baby. I must have been having a bad dream," she said nervously. "I have them from time to time."

"I'm sorry," I said. I began rubbing her back lightly with my hand.

"Thanks, baby," she said. "It happens." She rested her head on my shoulder as I continued to hold her. A long silence ensued as her hands began to rub my back as well. I moved my head and kissed her lightly on the side of her head. I leaned forward and put my head on her shoulder. I kissed the soft skin where her shoulder met her neck. Her hands stopped briefly on my back. When they started moving again, the motion was much slower. Sensing her approval, I kissed her again, a little further up her neck. I felt her shiver in my arms. A second much more insistent kiss on the soft skin of her neck brought an even greater reaction.

"Ohhh," she moaned. I wanted to say something, anything, but I couldn't think of anything. So, I kissed her neck again. Her hands rubbed my back more insistently. My hands moved from her back and along her sides. I was as patient as I could be, but I wanted to experience all of her body. I wanted to know every inch of her. As my hands moved along her sides up from her waist, I felt her shiver once again. I felt her head leave my shoulder and she pulled back from me.

"Baby, we need to talk," she said. I was instantly afraid I'd moved too far, too fast. I moved to pull my hands away from her. "Stop. You don't have to do that. I just said we need to talk."

"Okay," I replied.

"There have been a lot of things that have happened this summer. Things I never could have imagined," she said.

I nodded to her.

"Bradley, what you were doing to me just now, felt so right to me. I can't imagine myself saying that a month ago," she continued. "I mean, here I am naked in bed with my son holding me, kissing my neck and all I can think about is wanting things to go further."

"I know Mom," I agreed. "I feel the same way."

"I'm worried though, baby. Really worried," she said. "You're all I have in the world. I know I've found my sister, but you're the one that has been there for me all along. The one I could lean on, even before you were probably ready to be my rock. I can't imagine losing you."

"You're not going to lose me, Mom," I said.

"Baby, if we cross that line, things are going to change between us," she said.

"Mom, if we do, the only things that will change are that our love and the bond we share will grow even stronger. I'll always love and respect you, just like I always have. I can promise you that will never change," I said. As I continued to look at her, she began to cry.

"Oh, you," she said as she hugged me tightly. "You've grown up to be this wonderful, loving, caring man. I can't believe how much you're like your father."

"Mom, I try. He was a good man. That means a lot to me that you'd say that," I said.

"It's the truth baby," she said. She put her hands on my cheeks and kissed me softly on the lips. "God, you mean the world to me, Bradley. I love you, so much."

"I love you, too, Mom," I replied.

"I want to talk some more. Let's go to dinner," she said with a smile.

"Okay," I said.

"Good. Go get ready," she suggested. She gave me another quick kiss before I stood from the bed. She smiled at me and reached for my hand. I stood there and we looked at one another for a long time.

"We should get ready," I said. "I don't think I can wait any longer."

"I know, me either. Go," she smiled.

I walked to the bathroom with my heart pounding. Holy shit, I thought. This was actually happening. I stripped off my clothes and started the water in the shower. I was aroused beyond belief and I stepped in the shower while it was still cold in hopes of it calming me down. It didn't though as my mind continued to race with the thoughts of what I'd just shared with Mom, not to mention the thoughts of things yet to come. After I dried off, I went to my bedroom to dress. I pulled out slacks, a button up shirt and a tie. I was buttoning my shirt when my phone rang.

"Hello," I said.

"Hi, there sexy," Kami said.

"Hi there, yourself," I replied. We chatted for a little bit before she asked what my plans were for the night.

"I'm taking Mom to dinner," I said.

"Oh, that's really sweet," she replied.

"Yes," I said. "I think everything is going to be okay really soon, baby."

"Say what," Kami asked. "Seriously?"

"Yes," I replied. I quickly explained what had happened earlier.

"Wow," she said.

"I know," I said.

"I'm so happy, baby. We can be honest with her soon," she said.

"I know. We can," I agreed.

"I can't wait to let her know how much I love you," Kami said.

"Me either," I replied.

"Can I tell Carly," she asked.

"Yes, of course," I said.

"Good. She was so excited when I told her about our trip. She said she wished we were going with her this weekend," Kami said.

"Me too, baby," I replied.

"I guess I'm probably not going to see you for a day or two," she said.

"Why not," I asked.

"You're probably going to have your hands full with Jill, mister," Kami laughed.

"Ha, maybe so," I replied.

"I know if it had been over 5 years for me, I'd maul the fuck out of your handsome ass," she purred.

"I'm sure," I laughed.

"Mom won't tell me anything about what's happened between them," Kami added.

"No," I asked.

"Nothing. Which is amazing. She can't keep anything from me," Kami laughed. "I better let you go. You have important matters to deal to with. Call me when you can. I'll be thinking of you, baby."

"I'll be thinking of you, too. I love you so much, Kami. Tell Carly I love her too and that I can't wait to see you two," I replied.

"I will baby," she laughed. "I love you so fucking much, Brad. Good night."

I hung up the phone and finished getting dressed. After spraying on a little cologne and brushing my hair, I walked down the hall. When I entered the kitchen, I saw Mom stepping out of her bedroom. She was wearing a sleeveless, red dress I'd never seen before. It fit her perfectly, accentuating her figure. An unfamiliar pair of sexy, black pumps and glossy, tan nylons graced her feet and legs. She looked amazing.

"You're gorgeous, Mom," I said. She actually blushed at my compliment.

"Thank you, baby. You're pretty damn handsome yourself," she replied with a sly grin. She walked towards where I was standing. Her movement was slow, almost tentative. I smiled at her and she smiled back when she reached me. I took her in my arms and kissed her bright red lips softly.

"I can't believe this is all happening," she said.

"Neither can I, but it is," I said. I kissed her again with more intensity. Our mouths opened and our tongues twirled. She seemed to melt in my arms as I held her against me.

"Mmmm," she purred as our tongues continued to thrash. The passion of our kissing continued to mount. I was trying to keep control of myself, but I wanted her so badly. I had to stop kissing her or we'd never leave the house. She seemed unwilling to stop, either. Her hands roamed around my back and down to my ass. She squeezed it as we continued to kiss. My own hands squeezed her ass. I felt her panties through her dress and my fingers traced the line between them and her bare skin under the soft silky material. My finger encountered a thin strap running vertically down her ass to the top of her thigh. God, was she wearing a garter belt? The thought sent a shiver down my spine.

"Mom, are we going to dinner," I asked as I hurriedly broke away from her. Her hands pulled me back and we resumed kissing.

"Uh uh," she moaned. "I think I have everything I need tonight, right here."

"You said we needed to talk,"

"Baby," she panted as she broke our kissing. "Are you really hungry?"

"No, not at all," I replied before kissing her soft neck.

"Ohhhh, then let's stay here, we can talk," she moaned. She released me and took my hand, leading me to her bedroom. We approached the bed and she turned to face me.

"Now baby, we haven't done anything yet we can't walk away from," she said.

"Mom, I'm never going to have second thoughts about this. I want to share this with you. I'll never be happy until I do," I replied.

"I know baby, neither will I. That's what I wanted to hear. I had to ask, but I know I can't stop myself," she said. I took her in my arms once again. My hands moved up to the back neckline of her dress. I found the zipper and slowly pulled it down her back. When I reached the bottom, I moved my hands to her shoulders and gently slipped the dress down her arms. I stepped back slightly to admire her. She was wearing an exquisite, cream-colored lingerie set. It was very lacy and beautiful. I felt my breathing slow as I continued to look at her. My hands reached for her breasts and my fingers traced the edges of the bra where it met her soft skin.

"Do you like it," she asked.

"I love it, Mom. It's so beautiful. It looks amazing," I replied.

"This is the second time I've worn it. I'm glad it all still fits," she smiled. I looked at her intently. She seemed to sense the question that ran through my mind. "I wore it for your father on our wedding night."

"Mom...," I said.

"That was a special night, so is this, baby," she replied. We embraced as the fire and passion I felt for her increased even further. I wanted her worse than I'd wanted anything in my life. She tried to undo my tie and unbutton my shirt between passionate kisses. She eventually got the tie free but in her haste, she pulled my shirt open, snapping most of the buttons in the process. Her hands ran across my bare chest and up to my shoulders. I could have never imagined the thrill of Mom touching me intimately like that. She pulled my shirt down and it joined her dress on the floor.

"God, baby. How you have grown up. You're just like my Danny," she smiled. "I hope he'd understand what I'm about to do."

I nodded at her and smiled. Her fingers trailed down from my shoulders, across my chest and along my abdomen. She reached my belt and smoothly unfastened my pants. She pulled my pants and boxers down and reached for me. She looked at it intently and I saw her smile.

"Baby, sit on the bed," she said. I kicked off my shoes and socks before doing as she asked. When I was seated, she flipped her hair over one shoulder and knelt in front of me. Both of her hands wrapped around the shaft and stroked me lightly. Her touch was as wonderful as I'd imagined it would be. I found myself hoping for the willpower to not lose control of myself before it was time.

"I loved doing this for your father," she said softly. She leaned forward and took the head of my cock in her mouth. Her lips moved on me slowly and sensuously. She moaned softly as she took me deeper. Her soft fingers caressed my balls as she sucked me. All the while she looked me in the eyes as I leaned back on my hands. I couldn't wait to pleasure her with my mouth as she was doing to me.

Her lips moved faster up and down my cock. While one hand remained busy caressing and teasing my balls, the other began working my cock in unison with her mouth. It felt amazing and the thought of who was doing it took me to another level. She paused and I watched as her mouth moved down to my smooth balls. She kissed and licked them before she took one in her mouth and lightly suckled it.

"Ohhh," I gasped. I saw her smile before she moved to the other one. As she continued playing with my balls her hand worked my cock slowly.

"Mmmm," she purred as she moved back to my cock. Her tongue trailed along the underside until she reached the head. She took me back in her mouth and took me as deep as she could. I groaned loudly and reached for her head. I ran my fingers through her hair as she pleasured me.

I was trying to resist the inevitable, but it was no use. I was too excited to even stand a chance. I leaned my head back and let things take their course.

"Oh, Mom. That's so good. Oh, fuck," I groaned. For some reason, it entered my mind that was the first time I'd ever used that word in front of her, and what a time to use it.

"Mmmmm," she moaned as she continued to work my cock with her mouth and hand. She was going to make me cum. It hit me quickly and I scarcely had time to mutter a warning.

"Mom, I'm gonna... Oh, ah!!!"

She never paused. She just kept sucking and stroking. I felt my cock pulse again and again. I groaned loudly from the intense pleasure. Finally, I was spent and breathless. I looked back down at her to see her lick her lips and smile at me.

"God, Mom. That was amazing," I said. I reached down for her and pulled her towards me. I wanted to kiss her so bad, but she tried to stop me.

"Hey, let me rinse my mouth out first," she asked.

"No," I replied. I pulled her down on top of me and kissed her passionately. She was initially hesitant but soon kissed me with equal passion. I rolled her over on her back and crouched over her on my hands and knees as I continued to kiss her hungrily. My lips moved down to her neck, as her hand held my head as I sucked and kissed her soft skin.

"Oh, that feels so good," she purred. My left hand began exploring her soft breasts. I loved the way they felt in the lacy bra. I noticed that it clasped in the front and with her help, I got it open. Her nipples were amazingly hard and I took my time teasing them with my fingers as I continued to kiss her neck. I slowly kissed my way down across her chest admiring every little detail of her body. I loved the pale freckles she had just above her breasts.

My mouth found her left nipple and I lightly sucked it. She arched on her neck as her hand returned to the back of my head. I had a brief thought of what she was she was thinking about me sucking on her breasts. What had once been for my nourishment, was now for her pleasure. I moved to her right breast and lavished it with attention as well. I was trying my best to take my time, but I was eager to explore her, to learn her body. As my mouth continued to work on her breasts, I moved my hand down across her abdomen to the top of her garter belt and then her panties. The lacy material felt amazing against the tips of my fingers, but nothing compared to the warmth I felt emanating from her womanhood. I cupped my hand over it and gently caressed her. She moaned and arched her back once again. I couldn't wait any longer. I had to touch her. My hand slipped inside her panties and glided along the smoothness of her mons. My middle finger encountered her wetness first and I traced down the side of her clit with it.