A Mothers Love Pt 01

[Author's note: This story is loosely based on an erotic manga I read online recently. All characters are 18 years old of age or older.]

Looking back now I regretted my decision to do what I did. I love my son to pieces and would do anything to protect him. But maybe if I had done things differently that day, maybe things wouldn't have played out like it did. Yes that means that as you read this, it already happened. So let me recite my tale to you.

Chapter one:

I snuck up behind my eighteen year old son and pull him into a hug. He was getting into his shoes, as I did this.

"Come on mom," said Chris, "let go already."

He struggles in vain against my embrace.

"You just look so upset lately," I said smiling, "I thought I might cheer you up with a hug."

He manages to get free.

"But I'm fine though," he said, "don't worry about me."

He touches his arm and winches in pain. Then quickly adjusts his backpack.

"Well if there is something troubling you," I said while smiling, "let me know okay. I'll figure out something I can do to help."

"Okay," he said.

I ruffle his hair and hand him his lunch.

"Well I'm off to school now." he said.

"Have a safe day sweetie!" I call out as he closes the front door behind him.

The smile disappears from my face. I stood in the hallway for a bit before going to the living room. Then sat on the couch and sigh. Chris hasn't been himself lately. He's been coming home lately with a fresh bruise or two. Whenever I ask him about it, he always avoids telling me. I'm beginning to think that he doesn't want me to help.

I begin my daily routine of household chores. Sweeping the floor, cleaning the dishes, vacuuming the living room and the bedrooms, then doing laundry.

I then went outside with a basket and began taking off the clothes from the clothes line.

"I wonder what his father would do," I thought to myself, "if he were still here."

It's only been Chris and me for the last five years. Since his father died in a car crash. I miss him terribly. I haven't remarried or even tried to date. I feel like I would be tarnishing his memory.

"Umm excuse me," said a voice behind me, "is Chris here?"

I turn towards the voice and saw a guy Chris' age standing by the gate. He was quite handsome and cute too. He smiles nervously at me.

"Can I help you," I ask cautiously, "who are you?"

"I'm Kevin," he said, "a classmate of his."

I invite him into the yard and he walks with me up to the house. I open the front door and we head to the living room. He sits on the couch and I sit on the ottoman across from him. I began folding the laundry.

"So," I said while folding, "you wanted to talk about Chris?"

"Yeah um," Kevin began to say, "did you know he was being bullied at school."

"Bullied?" I thought to myself, "I knew that had to be it."

"To be honest," he continued, "I am too."

He looks down at the floor.

"He is too?" I thought to myself, "poor guy."

"I can't even bring myself to talk to my family about it," he said.

"He can't talk to his family about it?" I thought to myself sadly, "I guess Chris is having that same problem."

I finished folding and clenched my fist. I felt determined and knew I had to help.

"Then," I said getting up and sat next to him, "try talking to me about it."

"But," Kevin began to say, "Chris isn't home yet though."

"It's okay," I said patting his arm affectionately, "I'm a very good listener. No need to be shy."

"But it's embarrassing to say," he said looking away.

"Take your time," I said smiling at him.

Lending a ear to him is the least I can do. But maybe I shouldn't have been so willing to hear what he said then. As that was the start of everything.

"So yeah," he said, "I'm a virgin."

My mind went blank as he said that.

"Huh?" I said.

"I'm getting teased by my friends and ridiculed by classmates because of it," he continued.

"I see," I said.

"It's over for you if you are bullied like that you know." he said sighing.

"Well I guess guys his age would worry about it," I thought to myself.

This was when I decided to do a stupid thing. A really stupid thing. It was the start of everything tbst would happen.

"Then how about I let you borrow my chest for today," I said.

He looked surprised by my statement.

"Can you repeat that" he said nervously, "I didn't quite hear you."

"I said," I repeated, "I'll allow to borrow my chest for today."

"Oh," he said fumbling his words, "um okay."

"I can't actually help you with your virginity problem," I continued, "but it's fine I let you touch my breasts."

"All guys your age love boobs right?" I said coyly.

"Well you can say that," he said.

"If you rub on them until you let one off," I said looking at him, "you'll forget about all those bad things troubling you."

I was so stupid saying that. Why did I decide to allow an eighteen year old guy (who knew my son), to touch my breasts to begin with?

"Are you sure that's okay?" he said nervously.

"It's fine," I said reaching behind my back, "hold on a second."

I unhook my bra and toss it to the floor.

"Can I really call this talking?' I scolded myself, "I'm so fucking pathetic."

I then lift up my shirt and my breasts spill out. He is the second man to see them. The first being my late husband. I couldn't get over the look on his face when I did that. His eyes were as wide as saucers.

"I know they droop a bit," I said, "but please bear with it."

He slowly reaches out to hold them. Then stops as if unsure.

"Go on." I said encouragingly, "squeeze them all you want."

He grabs one of my breasts and squeezes it.

"They're so soft," he said in amazement.

"That so," I said, "you can rub them harder if you want."

"Okay," he said.

He began rubbing my breasts harder. I close my eyes and enjoyed the sensation his hands were bringing to me. It's been so long since I was touched like this.

Suddenly I gasp as I felt his mouth on one of my breasts. I had no idea he was so bold. This kinda excited me. He then switches to my other breast as his fingers playfully pinched my erect nipple. God it felt so good.

"Does it feel good miss?" he asked.

My eyes were trained on his crotch. A sizeable bulge began pressing against his pants. I ran my finger over his length. Which caused Kevin to jolt.

"Hey now ma'am," he began to say, "that's my-"

"Oh don't you worry about me," I said cutting him off, "just focus on what you're doing okay?"

I unzip his fly and his cock springs out. A nice one too. Nine inches long to be exact.

"My," I said looking at it, "you certainly grew into a fine young man haven't you?"

I laid his cock on the palm of my hand. It was so big and thick. He was also leaking precum, which dripped from his tip. I am ashamed to admit it, but my late husband's cock was no where as big or thick as Kevin's.

I began to slowly rub it. My left hand barely able to grab it fully. My right hand rubs his tip. Even though he was Chris' age, he was really amazing. Do all young guys have cocks this big or just him? Why am I thinking this?

"Feels so good," he said and moans.

"Right here?" I said as I continued rubbing his cock with my hands.

"Yeah," he said, "that feels too good."

He moans again.

"It's alright," I said, "I'll make you cum with my hands and then you'll feel much better."

I continue rubbing his cock harder. I knew he was going to cum soon.

"Ugh," he grunts.

Just then his cock spurts. Sending cum up my arm and hand. He breathes heavy against my ear. His cum had a strong smell and there was so much of it too. He then lays his head on my breast.

"So do you feel better now?" I ask him.

"Yeah," he said still catching his breath.

"I see," I said.

I use a tissue and clean up the cum on my arm and hand. He picks his head off my chest and stuffs his cock back into his pants.

"Ummm can I come again?" he said.

"What?" I said.

"I want to come see you again," he repeated, "if that's okay."

"So that's how it is," I thought to myself.

"Sure as long as it's around this time okay?" I said awkwardly smiling.

I pull down my shirt and lead him to the front door.

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow then," he said.

"Sure," I said, "see you tomorrow."

I watched him leave the yard before closing the door. Then I sighed as I sat against it. Chris must never know what I did with one of his classmates. He would never forgive me, if he found out.

I get up and walk towards the kitchen to prepare dinner. I put those thoughts to the back of my mind. Chris is more important to me than my own desires.

"I'm home," said Chris two hours later.

"Welcome back," I called from.tbe kitchen, "please sit at the table. Dinner is almost ready."

He sits down.

"Hey," he said, "did someone stop by the house today?"

"Yes," I said, "a classmate of yours. We talked for a bit, then he left."

[This little bit is from Chris' POV]

I pull out my phone and looked at the text I got. I accepted the chat without thinking. It was from an unknown number.

"Starting today," It read, "don't go home until four."

"Why?" I replied back.

"Because I said so," it continued, "do this and I'll stop fucking with you."

"Well?" it said, "what's your answer."

"Fine," I replied back.

There was also a photo attached to the text. It looked like my mom. But it's hard to say, as it was shot from an angle.

I don't want mom knowing, that I'm getting beaten up at school. I don't want her to be harmed either. So I'll just obey what the text says. I just hope I'm making the right choice.