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"Oh," Mother said softly.
I leaned forward and our lips joined again. Our hands were still clasped, fingers intertwined, and they remained that way. As the kiss endured, Mother's body leaned against mine, moving sensuously. I'm not sure she was aware of what she was doing. My body surged forward gently, pushing against hers.
Again we needed to break to get breath, and we did. Mother's face was flushed now, and I thought the lovely glow made her look so much more alluring. I began to unbutton the buttons that ran down the front of her dress. Her eyes, full of love, desire, and trust remained locked on mine. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly as she breathed.
"I'm not going to call you 'Mother' any more," I said as I undid one button after the other.
"You...you aren't?" Mother murmured, looking puzzled.
"I'm going to call you Jonelle," I said. "Jonelle is my lover." I took a deep breath. "And will always be my lover. Won't you?" I can't remember the last time I heard anybody call my mother by her given name. My father generally calls her, "woman" the few times he makes a direct reference to her. Mostly he just says things like, "hey," "come here," and stuff like that. The guy's a real class act. It's why I feel the way I do about him.
Jonelle bit her lip softly, then nodded slowly.
I had her dress unbuttoned all the way to her waist. I slid my hands inside, onto her bare breasts. Fortunately, my father thought bras were a waste of money, which meant my mother had only a few of them and hardly ever wore one. It felt so wonderful to have her huge, rock-hard nipples pressing into my palms. I squeezed her breasts gently.
"Nnnnnnnnnn!" Jonelle groaned, leaning into me, pressing herself against my hands.
"You like that, don't you, Jonelle?" I asked.
"My Lord, I surely do," she murmured. "You make me feel so good."
"You deserve to feel good," I told her. I leaned forward and, once more, our lips joined. If anything, this kiss felt even better than the ones we'd shared earlier. It was more intense and urgent than our earlier kisses had been and almost felt as if, somehow, she was trying to suck me inside her. While it went on, I continued to cup her breasts gently. I also rotated my palms, teasing her rigid nipples with my palms and teasing my palms with her nipples. Tingling, wonderful feelings raced from my hands, up my arms, and down into my body. Additional marvelous feelings were moving from my lips down into me at the same time, and all of them were joining somewhere deep in my middle.
Gasping for breath, we again pulled our faces apart. The look on Jonelle's face told me I was doing exactly the right things. She was clearly caught up in rapturous feelings, feelings I'd evoked in her. Knowing that I was having that kind of impact on her was pretty heady stuff.
"Want to go to my bedroom?" I asked.
Holding Jonelle's breasts in my hands, I slowly backed down the hallway that led from the kitchen to my bedroom, pausing from time to time to kiss her. She moved with me, her eyes never leaving mine, her tongue occasionally caressing her lips as we moved. When we reached the bedroom, I let go of her breasts and finished unbuttoning her dress. She surprised me by grabbing the waist of my sweat pants and pushing them down. The only problem was that I now had an erection and getting the waist past that gave her a little trouble, but she managed.
"Is...is that...is it...because...because of...of me?" Jonelle murmured. She was staring down, at my erection.
"Yes, only because of you, Jonelle," I told her. "See how wet the tip is?"
She bit her lip softly and nodded slowly.
"That's because of you, too. Are you wet?"
She looked up at me, smiled shyly, and nodded. "And that there's because of you, isn't it?"
I leaned forward again, kissed her gently, then said, "It certainly is.