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With much effort of will, I pushed my finger away. Sergio was still asleep and I still did not take my eyes from his mouth. What would happen if I kissed him? Would you notice? I was playing a very dangerous game but I was unable to find out. Like a child playing with a lighter, I lifted my head from the pillow and slowly, very slowly, pulled it to his face. The separation became smaller and smaller, his breathing felt stronger in my skin, my heart beat faster and finally the heaviness of my eyelids defeated me. What gentleness! I had placed my lips on his and it had been like letting them rest on a mattress of feathers. I let the little tip of my tongue cut through my teeth and participate in that contact. I stroked his whole mouth with it, from one corner to the other and, carrying out the greatest effort of my life, I returned it to its place to give my son one last kiss before returning my head to the place where it should not have been. moved.
But my temerity did not end there. Encouraged by the success of what I had done and without any hint of common sense, the hand that had previously abused my son's mouth prepared to desecrate the rest of his body. Very carefully, to avoid any brusqueness that could wake him up, I grabbed the edge of his shirt and lifted it up as much as I could. But it was not much because he had her caught with his torso. Even so, it was enough to let his abdomen out in the air and allow me to slide my fingertips over it. I posed them first on the edge of his underpants where the row of hair of his little one was widened to give place to the pubic hair. Very slowly, I went up allowing them to play with that tiny jungle and allowing me to notice the contours of their abs. They were not marked much, just a little, but I liked them that much more because they did not have that air of unreality and synthetic product that was seen in bodybuilders. I let my fingers run through the grooves that formed and put one in the hole in his navel. That must have tickled him because I felt a slight spasm run through his belly. Would he have woken up? I left my finger still and looked at his face intently. It was the same as before, with the same expression of tranquility, with eyes just as closed and with the same soft breathing.
I waited a little while and went back to my homework. My fingers continued to rise, delimiting with the buds each of the muscles that were. They climbed up to meet his shirt, which did not represent any obstacle for them. With all the ease of the world, they got under it and I could caress his sternum. That was as soft as his lips. Since I had left my navel, I had not found any hair and I did not do it until I reached his right nipple. Four or five, almost imperceptible, were waiting for me there. My index stroked them the same way he stroked her nipple. I gave it several laps and noticed that it was getting hard. That brought me a new smile. I liked that my son's body reacted to my caresses. Fortunately, I could still like someone.
