I put my arms around Mama and drew her closer to me. I leaned forward until my lips met hers. I closed my eyes, and the lips were no longer the lips of my mother. They were the lips of a beautiful, sexy woman, in my arms, eager, lusty, and available.

We kissed. Mama's lips were wet and soft, and they gave way before the pressure from my own. One of my hands pressed against her back, pulling her toward me, and the other hand rested on her breast, pinching her nipple.

The kissing started gentle and tentative but in only moments became feral and frantic. Our lips mashed against...