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Mom Cleans House

... am," I began when I sat down. "Hush and eat your food. We can talk later." The meal was a quiet affair with neither of us speaking. After we finished I cleared the table and washed the dishes, then went back to watching some more TV. Mom had vanished into her room. I was thinking she would stay in there, but twenty minutes later she came out and sat on the other end of the couch. She had one of her white slips on, and as she tucked her feet up under herself it slid up on her thighs. "I'm sorry I slapped you, Tom," she finally said. "I understand, Mom. I deserved it for what I did to you," I replied. "Oh sweetie, please look at me," she softly spoke. Turning so one bent leg was on the couch and my back rested on the arm of it I gazed over at her. I could see her age clearly now. Little lines and wrinkles appeared near her mouth and eyes and several grey strands were visible in her hair. She was still a beautiful woman though. "What happened with you is all biological," she began. "It would have happened to any man under those conditions." "But I came on you, Mom," I stammered shamefully. "Yes. Yes you did baby. But I realize now it wasn't entirely your fault," she whispered softly. "How so," I asked, not really sure what to say. "I don't know any other way to say this, so please forgive my bluntness. Mommy came on you too," she stated, her face blushing bright red. Sheepishly I said, "I know, I felt it, and that is what pushed me over the edge, Mom." "Oh my," she said ...

... placing a hand over her mouth. "That still doesn't answer a question I've been wondering about all day." "What's that," I asked. "Why were you...umm...so...uh...hard in the first place," she managed to ask. "Certainly I didn't get you so excited," she continued before I could say anything. I wasn't sure were this conversation was going, but I decided to be honest and open with her. "Mom, you've been exciting me since I was a boy," I told her. "I remember all the times you wanted to help me around the house," she chuckled. "And the times you climbed that tree too." "What can I say, Mom," I said, my face red from embarrassment. "But I'm your mother, Tom. Plus, I'm an old lady now, not something a young man would get aroused by." Scooting closer to her I looked into her eyes, put one hand on her shoulder and the other lightly on her thigh. "You are a vibrant, sexy woman, Mom. Please believe me when I tell you that any man would crave you, no matter what his age was." Our eyes locked as we sat there. An uncontrollable urge to kiss her came over me. Leaning forward, I moved my hand from her shoulder to the back of her neck and pulled her head to mine. I could feel her stiffen until my lips touched hers. With her soft lips pressed against mine her resistance began to fade, until we were lost in the most smoldering kiss I'd ever had. Her arms came up and encircled my neck, pulled me tighter into her warmth as my other hand rose up and cupped her small breast through the smooth slip. ...