She slitted her eyes and the fork at her hand slowly pointed towards me. I looked at the sharp points, looking as if drooling over my delicious neck, ...hen at her face and resented any further protests. Before me was sitting the same dish, minus the egg and chicken. Plain fried rice. I chewed it constantly gulping down water. Gwen, maybe out of sympathy tried to cool Mom down and to smuggle some of her chicken to me, but never succeeded. Mom was resolute on my punishment. ‘By the way, I visited. We had a short chat about various things. I noticed that David deferred to his wife ; it was clear who was boss in this household. I was invited to join them in their living room when I returned from dinner, 'for a wee dram'. When I got back in later that night I was hoping to slip by the living room and avoid that drink with the landlady and her husband- I was quite the callow young man and I dreaded such social situations to be honest, But my entrance had not got unnoticed and as I approached. "What's the matter? Mom, it's OK, I swear. Amazing; I loved every second of it. And I want it- I want you again! But only if, only if..." Again, I let my voice fade to a whisper as I caught her chin, turned her face back to me, and bent my neck to kiss her, gentle and slow, with my lips and heart alone. Chaste, perhaps, but obviously the kiss of a would-be lover, not the perfunctory, forced peck of a son."Mom," I husked, throat raw with emotion and need. "I need you, I love you. Not just as my. "You wanna be with me now? Even though I'm still married?" she asked in a hopeful tone and with widened eyes. I stayed silent for about ten seconds. "Please say yes, Chet." "Yes," I answered after another ten second pause. Her hands seized mine and brought me right up with her. As if we were soul mates, she put her lips onto mine and they didn't part for over twenty minutes as we both had our arms wrapped around each other. I felt her quite lovely breasts against my chest as they became.