By the time Aunt Marie stopped spinning me around, my screech hadturned into giggles. I was still catching my breath as she sat me onher hip. "Honestl... Irene, you're such a worrywart."Mom frowned at my aunt, but it didn't last long and was soon replacedby an odd grin. "You're right, I do worry a lot." You've got it, Sis; a party is the last place you want to bring downwith a bunch of worry." What party?" Even as I asked the question, I had a feeling I shouldknow the answer.Mom took me from Aunt. "I don't know that a mother should ever kiss her son quite like that," she said."Why not, Mom? I love you more than anyone else, and I know that you love me. Why not show it?" Well..." she began, but then put her mouth back on mine. This kiss went on and on. Mom's big body was heavy on my lap, but her ass felt damned good against my straining hard-on.Then she seemed to have second thoughts and pushed herself back, wiggling on my lap again as if she wanted to rise. "I don't know if this is such. Being able to see her purely as a sexual object, where I was a voyeur was incredible. This would change the filter in which I saw her forever. I would no longer see her simply as a mom, or housewife, but as a highly sexual woman waiting for just the right opportunity to come out and satisfy.My heart was pounding out of my chest, and I watched in amazement as her hand left his bulge, then moving up she began to quickly undo his belt buckle. The way she moved was so deliberate, I could tell how. "It looked like he immediately regretted his words as they left his mouth. I couldn't help but laugh. He jerked me forward, forcing me to straddle his lap."That didn't sound as lame in my head. I just meant because your lips tasted like the green apple-thing earlier." He explained. "Quit laughing!"I gave him a quick kiss. "Still taste like green apple?" That was too short."He began kissing me, making it clear he intended for this one to be longer. I felt his tongue prod at my lips, and I.