For almost two months we kept our daily rendezvous. It was not always in the morning, sometimes in the afternoon when we could both get away. Our evenings were spent in near silence and we kept away from stolen glances.
It was nearing the time he would return to school when errors in judgment nearly led to disaster. Harry had left for work and Matt immediately came to the bedroom, naked, and stripped me. He was working feverishly on my clitoris when I head the door slam.
“Oh my God! Matt! It’s your father.” He withdrew from my outstretched legs and hid in the walk-in closet. I dashed to the bathroom and started the shower running. Harry came into the bedroom and began looking around.
“You’re back already? Did you forget something?”
“I had a pack of papers yesterday that I need on this job and I don’t know where I left them. Maybe I left them in yesterday’s work clothes.”
Those clothes were in that walk-in closet. My mind raced and I remembered seeing a stack of papers on the fireplace. “Look on the hearth. I think I saw them there.”
“Yeah that’s right. I was sitting there and reading them. Ok. See you this evening.”
Matt stayed in the closet until I watched Harry drive down the street. We sat on the bed and reached a decision that it was too close, too dangerous and it had to stop. Since he would be returning to school in only a couple of days it was only right. I kissed him and pushed his hands away as he tried to touch my breasts and get sexual. “It ends Son. It ends today. It ends now. It has to.”
“I know you’re right, but –“.
“No buts. Look. I could keep making love to you every day. Every evening and thoroughly enjoy you but it isn’t fair to your father. But even more it isn’t fair to us. You will be going back to school leaving me alone. You won’t have me in your apartment each day and you will be dating some college cutie and using what you have learned with me. That’s why it has to stop. Maybe, well just maybe more for my sake. I’ve gotten very accustomed to having you inside me, touching me, holding me. I have to break that habit.”
He looked at me with sad brown eyes but he understood. “You know that I love you. I want you so desperately and I know I make you happy.”
“Oh, son. There’s no question about that. You do make me happy, extremely happy. And yes, I know you love me more than just a son loving his mother. What we have and what we have shared is beautiful even if it is wrong. We end it now and move forward. It is something you can’t tell anyone and I can’t either. I still love your father and you surely know that. I don’t want this to cause him pain or get to your brothers.”
I reached for his face, held it between my hands. “One last lover’s kiss and it ends.” He nodded and we kissed. Deeply, tongues searching, lips meshed almost together, and our hands holding two naked bodies close.
That was 5 months ago. I’m looking at his young muscular form but I am fixed to his beautiful erection. His penis is pointing straight at me, beckoning. My mind is shouting NO. My heart is pounding and my breathing is labored. “Matt, I, we –.“ I couldn’t finish the statement. I stepped to him and knelt down taking his hard cock into my mouth. ‘Just one more time’ I convinced myself.
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