“That's sweet." So was the kiss he placed on the side of my neck when he finished speaking. A shiver went through me and to my surprise my nipples were stiffening against the sheet.

"You're sweet too mom. Sure Molly can be a bad girl, but she just wants to be loved too. I want to love both of you, all of you and just like this."

He kissed my shoulder again and my body responded just as it had the other night. Was there really something there? Was I as close to Paul as he was to me, but whereas he just went with his feelings I was denying it, telling myself I had to?

“I love you to, Paul." I said, ‘Just not in the way you would Like.

“Because you won't let yourself." Wow, was he reading my damn mind? “But let's not talk about it, we're tired and this feels way to nice to ruin.”

He kissed my shoulder once more, "Good night mom, I love you.

" “Love you too." But as what?

I closed my eyes and found myself edging backwards, pressing tighter against my son. His hand edged up my stomach to rest between my breasts and I thought he was going to touch them, but instead he sighed in my ear and his arm relaxed around me.

I listened to his slow steady breathing in my ear and squeezed his hand tighter. He felt good, damn good, It had been a long time since I'd had this. Only John had held me like this, any other man I'd been with had just been sex, but laying here in my son's arms

I felt loved. *ekk«

I was awoken by a soft touch on my shoulder. As I opened my eyes, the touch was repeated. Paul's arm was still around my waist, and my head resting on the other. The touch came once more, so light it was barely more than a tickle, but I recognized it as a kiss, a soft sweet kiss.

Another one, a little higher than the last, then another. I sighed softly as Paul's lips worked their way across the top of my shoulder. He nuzzled my hair to the side and when his next kiss was on the sensitive skin of my neck, my heart began to race and a barely audible moan escaped me. Paul leaned over to kiss higher up on my neck and I felt his now hard cock push into my ass through his underwear.

“Honey, please stop." I said even though nothing in me really wanted him to.

“We can't."

“You had it your way," he said in my ear, then teasingly licked my ear lobe, “Only fair I get my turn.

“Paul, please I...oh." I moaned when he sucked gently on my neck and his hand moved up my stomach towards my right breast.

My hand was still over his, but I didn't try to stop him. When he slid it over my breast and his palm grazed my nipple I groaned and keeping my hand over his, pressed it tighter to my flesh. Paul unhurriedly kissed and sucked on my neck sending pleasant shivers through my body.

Stop him. Mary a voice said in my mind, but it was faraway and there was no real conviction behind it. Paul's hand left my breast and my breath caught when he grabbed the sheet and pulled it down our bodies.

He pushed it past our waists and my heart raced when he caressed my thigh before sliding his hand up my now bare side. He once again cupped my breast, gently fondling it while his lips traced a line across the top of my back,

“That feels...so nice." I purred.

Paul continued to take his time, peppering my back and shoulder with sweet little kisses that were garnering a not so sweet reaction from his mother's body. I moved my hips, working my bare ass against his covered cock and Paul's breath hissed behind me.

I reached behind us, and placing my hand briefly on his hard stomach, slid it into his boxers and found something even harder. He moaned when I wrapped my slender fingers around him and pumped him as much as I could in that position.

Paul eased his arm from beneath my head and propping himself up, leaned over me and kissed my cheek. I turned my head and my lips were met by his in a soft kiss that caused me to whimper in my throat.

Our lips softly caressed each other in a slow gentle kiss that had my body trembling in excitement. Paul was throbbing in my hand, but not moving his hips or making any move to let me roll over and be able to do more.

His fingers found my aching nipple and I moaned into our kiss as he teased it. Fight this! The voice of reason cried out, stop letting Molly win. I kissed my son more passionately and as my tongue slipped between his parted lips, I silently answered the voice of protest in my mind.