Take it slow

"That's nice, honey," his mom said.

A part of Matt wanted to take that as permission, to grab those tits and squeeze them. He imagined how they would feel in his hands, how he'd like to put his mouth to them and suck.

But no, that wasn't happening. And even if it was happening, it wasn't happening now.

"Do you want me to get you a glass of wine?" he offered. "You can turn on the TV and watch one of your shows while I do the dishes and then we can spend some time together."

"You're so sweet." She stood, walked around the couch and hugged him.

Well, he hadn't gotten to grab her tits but he felt them against his chest, nice and soft, just as he'd hoped.

"If you don't mind doing the dishes, I think I'm just going to go to bed. I'm tired and I'm afraid I wouldn't be good company."

"You're always good company."

"Ha, ha. Tell that to your father."

He wasn't sure how well that would go over.

"Mother, I don't know who's been bad-talking you but you've got to stop listening. You're an intelligent, attractive and fascinating woman. And I would tell anyone that, including my father."

She bent her face up and kissed him on the cheek. "You're a good kid, Matt." Then she turned and headed for her bedroom.

Well, shit. What would it take to let her see him as a man rather than a kid. Maybe he should have gone for her tits.

Then again, maybe that was crazy.