Take me

Alex heard the tremble in her words, part of him wanted to lead her on, to open her eyes to what he felt she needed, but now a guilt hit him. What if he was wrong, what if she reacts not as he hoped, everything was at stake. If it fails they may be able to brush it off as a long day and booze, but if it did not. His face pulled back past hers, as his hand on the top of her head, slid to cup the back of her head. Then tilting her head on his shoulder back a little he moved in and kissed her. Not a family like kiss, but a deep one of passion and desire.

It might have been the moment, or the **** in her system, but when her son paused, cupping her head, leaning in to kiss her, she felt not the comfortable familiar kiss her son gave her many times, but the kiss of a strong young man, a man who desired something, something she desperately wanted herself, was willing to cheat on her husband to get. She didn't stop him, didn't push him away, she let him kiss her, but not as a passive participant, but as an active part.

She could feel her needs welling up inside her as they kissed, letting her pent up emotions flow through her kiss. She would need more then a kiss to sate the urge welling up, and as their lips finally parted, she looked into Alex's eyes, her eyes no longer the softness of his mother, but fire of a women who had needs, desires, urges. "Alex," she finally said, "Take me to bed," she whispered hoarsely.