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The Rambler part 4

Date: 4/18/2017, Categories: Taboo, Author: rgough, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

confusion, said, "Just a little one. I promise I'll bring the next book tomorrow." I relented, holding still and even pushing my lips up as Tom lowered his face to mine. He gave me a little peck, then another, and another. Relieved, I laughed, releasing my nervousness, but when I did, his lips pressed firmly down on mine. We had a real kiss. A nice one. When it was finished, Tom asked, "Just one more?" I nodded, and we kissed again. The same way but right at the end, Tom let the very tip of his tongue push between my lips, barely inside my mouth, swiveled it from side to side and quickly pulled away. You can imagine how I felt at this point, can't you. My wife and my son. How could she do this to me? Tom surprised me by coming home from school at lunch today. My anger about him skipping classes dissipated when he held up two new diaries, one for this afternoon, he said, and one for tonight. I followed him as he walked upstairs, waving them beside his head, and joined him when he sat on the edge of his bed. Tom held the books away. Try as I might, I couldn't reach them, so I gave up. "I can wait as long as you can," I sulked, not even convincing myself. "You can't see them until you put on your reading clothes," he said. "My nightdgown? Tom. I can't put that on in the middle of the day. What if Dad came home?" "Why would he. It's the middle of the day?" I made a grab for the diaries, a response to his logic not forthcoming, but he easily held them away. "All right," I said. ... "Give me a minute." I walked away knowing it was wrong for him to ask this of me and even more wrong for me to comply, but I was surprised that I wasn't mad. I even gave my hips a little extra sway as I left his room. For some reason I can't explain, I felt strangely excited and even pleased that he was making a game of our afternoon reading session. Somehow, it made it less sordid. I was standing in front of my dresser mirror when Tom knocked on my door and poked his head inside. "You're taking too long," he complained. I could see in the mirror that he was pleased. I was wearing a deep green nightgown, knee-length but cut too deep in the back to be ordinary sl**ping attire. This one was designed for entertainment, not sl**ping. I felt a tinge of wicknedness for wearing it. I hadn't worn it for years and was pleased it still fit so well. "I thought we'd read in here," I explained. "It's more comfortable than your bed." Tom came in and walked up behind me in his own 'sl**ping/reading' clothes. He had taken his shirt and pants off and was wearing only his underwear. He headed for my bed but I stopped him. "Please undo my necklace for me," I asked, lowering my head and holding my hair to one side to expose my neck, stretching it to make it look long and slim. Why was I teasing my son this way? Because it makes me feel alive, I answered myself. Tom had a difficult time getting the necklace undone but he finally managed it. I could hear him smelling my hair and neck. I knew he ...