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Last night was movie night, as we tend to do on Saturdays. Normally, it's just us chilling on the couch and watching a movie or two. But like I said in my first post, the somewhat flirty behavior came back. Lingering touches, fidgeting with my hair, touches that almost felt like she was caressing me. I started 'replying', as it were. I leaned against her, held her, left my hand on her thigh after she left hers on mine as well. Bit by bit, things went further and further. Our hands moved, we held hands until she kissed me, right on my lips. She seemed a bit shocked at first until I told her it was okay, it was fine. And then...things just escalated. She held me tight and started kissing me more, her hands trailed to other places on my body and mine followed on hers. Eventually, I suggested we go upstairs and we went to her bedroom, got on the bed. She kept asking me if I wanted this, if I was sure, if I wasn't gonna regret it the next morning. So I told her exactly what she wanted to hear and what was on my mind. Because I did want it and I was sure. The rest of the night was without a doubt one of the most surreal experiences in my life. All this tension slowly went away and all I was concerned with was making sure we both felt great.
It felt so weird to fall asleep naked in my mother's arms and even weirder to wake up next to her the same day, still clearly remembering what happened the previous night. Breakfast was awkward and slightly embarrassing, more so for my mom, as we both knew we couldn't just go on without talking about this. She poured her heart out about everything. She admitted that she was intentionally flirting with me. She'd had a few fantasies about me that had gotten more frequent a short while ago and she figured that since I didn't have much of a sex life, maybe 'scoring' (a choice of words she immediately regretted about a second later) with me was a possibility but only if it was crystal clear that I went into this having thought about it.
We had an uncomfortable but very liberating talk about where to go from here. Since we both enjoyed last night and didn't feel disgusted about it, we're going to attempt a sexual relationship, not a romantic one. We love each other very much but that's as mother and daughter, not as lovers. But a sexual relationship for us, we consider it a means of relieving tension and having fun. It's sexual and will remain only sexual until either of us gets a SO. I know it seems a bit definitive to say when we only just agreed but we both have faith in that we can make this work for as long as we have to. I don't expect it to last for very long, as my mom does still look for dates but until something more serious comes along for either of us, I think we can at least enjoy our companionship, albeit sometimes in a slightly different way than most mothers and daughters do.
^ Your mind is utterly depraved you filthy individual.
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