Thanksgiving and Christmas: Part 3 - Sex Stories

Thanksgiving and Christmas: Part 3

... it's possible and happens frequently. She asked why I wondered, and I told her I was just curious. I said I felt about Mika almost the way I felt about her. I was confused and unsure about anything except my love for her.

We talked about the changes we'd gone through over the past year. Our trip to Costa Rica had taken place nearly a year ago, and it truly had changed our lives. I thanked her for being so open minded about the entire trip. It was good that we could be so relaxed around each other, and I enjoyed that.

I asked Mom if she remembered the kiss we shared while showering with Ines and Triana. She blushed and said she did. I asked her if she liked it, and she replied she didn't remember; it wasn't a long kiss. I told her I did, and I liked it. I'd been thinking about it lately, probably because it was sort of a milestone.

She looked at me and asked, "Milestone, how?"

I thought about the words I would say, then told her, "I think it marked how open and free we'd become. I mean, we were both nude, with two strangers, outdoors, showering with each other. It was pretty intimate, Mom. Not something I'll ever forget."

She thought about it and replied, "Yes, it was intimate, sweetie. I kinda shocked myself when we did it."

I softly stroked her cheek as I asked, "Would it be shocking if we did it again? Just one little kiss?"

Mom sighed, thinking. "It wouldn't be shocking like the first time. I've thought about it too. I think that's one of the reasons ...

... I was so protective of you at the Halloween party. You're my baby, and I love you."

I smiled. I felt we were on the edge of tears when I told her, "I don't mind that you're protective. You'll always be my Mom, and I'll always love you. You're the best Mom ever."

She turned her face to me, and our eyes met. I knew it was now or never, so I turned my head and leaned in to kiss her. This kiss was unlike the one we shared in Costa Rica. I don't know if it was the wine, our talk, or what, but Mom reached behind my neck to hold my head in place as we kissed. She then let go to brush my cheek with her finger. The second kiss, I could feel her tongue part my lips. My lips surrendered to hers and parted as my tongue welcomed hers. They twisted and curled around each other, playing as our kiss continued.

It seemed like time stood still as we kissed. Our lips would meet and then wander around each other's mouths. We played 'Catch my tongue with your lips' several times. It was fun and arousing.

When we finally took a break, Mom looked at me, stroked my cheek with her finger again, and whispered, "I love you so much, sweetheart. You remind me in many ways of your father."

Mom blushed as she told me, "I want you in my bed tonight, baby. I want to make love to you."

My heart was racing, "I love you too, Mom. I was a little jealous of Michelle and you at one point. But I've come to love her almost as much as I do you. I think she's perfect for you."

I watched Mom's face ...