SHE FELL IN LOVE WITH HER TEENAGE SON
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At the movie theater they got sodas and popcorn then found a seat near the back row.
Since the movie had been out for a while, the theater wasn’t crowded. They practically had the theater to themselves.
The movie was funny and light, making them both laugh. About midway through the movie, Tommy carefully raised his arm and put it on the back of the seat behind his mother, his b–are arm touching her shoulders.
Sue didn’t miss the move and felt another of those little shivers come over her.
At one point when they were laughing, Tommy moved his arm until it was around her, his hand hanging over her shoulder. His mom surprised him by sighing and snuggled even closer into his arm.
Sue smiled to herself at her son’s boldness. She felt so comfortable and loved at that moment. It had been a long time since she felt like this.
Suddenly, Tommy realized that his fingers were touching the top of his mom’s bre–ast where the soft fle–sh was exp–osed. He could feel his heart begin to beat rapidly in his chest.
Sue felt the fingers but let them stay where they were, as she didn’t want to spoil the mood. Besides, it was just innocent fun and probably an acc–ident, she told herself.
Tommy could no longer concentrate on the movie. Almost without his control, his fingers began to move lightly back and forth across the exp–osed bre–ast.
The movement was delicate, almost unnoticeable. Still, Tommy could feel it. It felt as though his fingertips were on fi–re. Stop it! he told himself.
After a few minutes, Sue noticed his fingers were moving. It was a sen–sual to–uch, almost tic–kling.
It could still have been acc–idental. When she felt goose bumps spring up on her chest, she knew that she should stop him.
However, she didn’t want to embarrass him. He probably didn’t even know that he was doing it anyway. It was just an innocent to–uch. However, the sweet feeling she felt between her le–gs wasn’t so innocent.
Tommy’s hand was shaking, as his fingers grew bolder. The tips of his fingers moved further down until they were just ba–rely under the he-r to-p.
Now, there was no doubt about whether or not he was tou–ching he-r accid–entally. He couldn’t believe how bold he was.
Sue’s breathing increased. She wanted to stop him but it had been so long since someone that she cared for or paid attention to her.
The brain of the mother was in a battle with the brain of the woman; a woman that had missed inti–mate tou–ches for so long.
Sue began to move slightly in her seat. Incredibly, she could feel her pa–nties getting we–t.
To be continued on Bcdblog