Doing his best to shift upwards in the bed, Max turned over to be face to face with his mother. “Sweetie, go to sleep,” his mother said firmly. Max licked his lips and took a few deep breaths. He’d kissed his mother on the lips several times, but those were just pecks. What he was about to do was a legit kiss. Hopefully, if things didn’t turn out well he’d be able to just erase her memory of this. But… what if things went well? What was he prepared to do if his hunch was correct? Did… did he want this? His breathing became ragged as he felt his stomach begin to twist into knots. “Max? What’s wrong?” His mother asked in concern. She reached over and turned on a lamp before checking on her son. His face was flushed and sweat dotted his forehead. “Sweetie, talk to me. What’s the matter?” She questioned him as she placed a hand on his forehead.
“Mom?” Max feebly began. She leaned in close to listen. With a hard swallow, he closed the distance and kissed his mother. Not a peck, a lip lock. He felt his mother smile against his lips and put a hand on his cheek. It felt, different. He’d kissed a few girls before. This was different. There was a bit of guilt filling his stomach, but this was… nice. He was shocked out of his mussing by his mother pushing him back against the head board.
“Naughty boy. I told you, not on school nights. Now, you are going to sleep, and no more funny business,” she instructed before grabbing him firmly and turning off the light. In a smooth motion, his mother had Max pinned beneath the blanket and cuddled against him. Max was officially stuck.