Her words hung in the air as I tried to think. Do I? Do I want to make love to my mother? Mom bit her lip. Her hands moved back up to my waist. I angled my head and moved in until my lips brushed hers.
"Yes. Yes, I do."
Mom paused. "So do I, baby. But let's wait and think about this. We can't go back; we need to be sure. Let's take a breath, go back to work. After work we talk, be honest, and see."
I slipped my tongue out, brushing her lips. Mom sighed. "You're not following the rules and you're making me crazy. I haven't loved a woman since college."
She moved away from me, heading for the stairs, talking over her shoulder. "Work, young lady. We still have a lot to do."
We worked all afternoon. In the back of my mind, I ran this over and over. Is my p***y thinking or my brain? I was
