Off a Country Road

This is an accompanying poem to my first story about a mother and her adult son.

Warm midwest night air parked
At the back of an abandoned field
Knowing we should not
Be here but compelled
By our love and
Understanding of each other.

Taken empty county roads
We found a place
Out of sight so
Others will not know
What we do hiding our
Forbidden love and its desires.

We have moved close
Your head on my shoulder
Eyes wanting and asking
You place your hand on my face
And we are gently kissing
Lips soft on each others mouth.

Soon your tongue tells me that
Tonight we will do again what
The two of us should not
Touching places we should not
Kissing places we should not
Finally locking together as we should not.

I unbutton your summer blouse and
It falls from your shoulders
I kiss the swell of your breasts
And you uncover yourself to me
So that I may taste them
And lick them hardenning your nipples.

We undress on the front seat
And then embrace, skin on skin
Mouths open, lips mashed
I move you to me and
You tell me that you are not ready
I know what to do.

My hand caresses your soft belly
Feels the crinkle of hair
And then cups your womanhood
You begin moving your hips
I press your place and you moan softly
Soon a finger slips in to slick warmth.

'Now' you tell me and straddle me
My erection sliding in so easily
Engulfed in your wet heat
We grip each other tightly
Holding on and grinding against one another
As if trying to meld together.

Noises of pleasure and noises of need
Fill the car and spill out
Onto the abandoned fields
And when we are done and panting and still
Holding each other the crickets
Are the only ones to hear
'I love you, mom' 'Son, I love you so much.'