Let's ensure our privacy.

"Mom, wait," I panted, pulling my mouth off of hers, looking into her shining excited eyes.

"Why? What is it, Mike?" Mom asked, a flicker of worry crossing her face.

"Hold on a second," I told her softly, moving quickly across to the bedroom door, shutting it and deftly turning the lock. "Wouldn't want Rachel to wander in here," I told her with a lecherous smile as I turned back to face her.

"We certainly don't," Mom agreed with a slight giggle as she moved towards me. Her eyes were shining with excitement, her full lips parted and wet, her breath coming in short eager gasps as she almost strutted across the floor to me. "I want you all to myself for a good while longer," she whispers softly to me, leaning in close, her breath hot against my neck. "It's been a long time since anyone's made me feel this way, Mike," Mom whispers, her hands reaching out, caressing my stomach through my shirt. "Your father never did," she confesses, her fingers slowly gathering my shirt up, bunching it into her hands, pulling it up over my stomach.

"He was a fool, Mom," I assure her softly, my hands reaching out for her, fingers caressing the soft warm flesh of her naked body as we stand there. I could feel her trembling at my touch, saw the excitement shining brighter in her eyes as my hands slid up her bare arms, rubbing down her sides.

"Shhh," Mom silences me with a slight frown. "Let's not talk about him now. Let's just focus on each other," she insists, pushing my shirt up my chest. I lifted my arms above my head and let her pull my shirt off, her hands caressing my bare chest, her fingernails scratching lightly against my skin as she lets her hands drift down my body, fingers seeking the elastic band of my shorts.