06-06-2004, 11:40 PM
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Join Date: Nov 2002
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Janice Fleming
"I didn't mean for... " Jan had already decided that they would not have their "session" this evening, that they would just relax. She hoped that Mark didn't feel obligated to do anything -- she wanted their next time to be very different from all that had come before. She wanted Mark to want to be with her, not just because they had to, but because he was at last as comfortable with it all as he could be.
Janice's words of half-hearted protest were lost against the soft caress of Mark's lips on her own, her hands gliding slowly upward along his chest until they finally reached his shoulders and then the nape of his neck. She knew she shouldn't take advantage of her son this way -- and she wouldn't. There was no harm in kissing, was there? Even if it wasn't the mother-son kind.
He was so gentle. So loving. So... innocent. Leaning forward, she melted into his arms. Or had he melted into hers? Either way, it didn't really matter just now.
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