It'll help to read part one, but the really sexy starts here, so whatever works for you, Constant Reader. Enjoy!
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I think we both felt really awkward after that. I felt bad, I think you felt worse. The guilt and shared shame at knowing we wanted each other so badly really took a toll on our relationship for a while. I know I avoided you for weeks, spending all my free time at friends. I think I played more video games that month than I ever had before.
I remember exactly what broke the ice. It was your promotion.
"Hey! HEY! Come downstairs, right away!" You had just gotten home from another trip.
I thought I was in deep trouble for something. "Ok, Mom, be right down," I called. I was right in the middle of, yes, masturbating about you again. It seemed like every time I was home alone, that's about all I did. I tried to will my erection away, put on some really baggy shorts and a tank top and went downstairs.
"We are going out to dinner again tonight, because...wait for it...I got the promotion! I'm not traveling any more!" You had the biggest grin on your face.
"Wow, Mom, that's fantastic news!" I walked over to give you a big hug. I felt your body stiffen for a moment when we came together, and I worried that I upset you, but then your whole body softened against me. I felt your breath on my neck, and it made my arm hair rise.
"Oh, baby, isn't it the best news ever! Between your acceptance to the college being so close, and no more travel, we'll be able to spend some quality time together. It's been too long." We were still hugging. I was milking the moment for all it had. We so rarely had physical contact, especially after the dinner night.
"Yes, that is awesome news. Do you want to go to the same restaurant?" My cock was rising because we were still hugging.
"Yes, I think so. That's our special place now," you murmured, lips about half an inch away from my skin. I got even harder. I felt you lean in closer, and my cock made contact with your upper thigh. I tried not to gasp — you pushed your thigh against it even harder. Was it on purpose? It had to be.
"What should I wear this time?" you asked.
"Um, uh, well, whatever you want. Your choice." I couldn't think. I was about to explode in my shorts. I thought about road-kill, grandma naked, shooting terrorists in Call of Duty, whatever I could to keep that from happening. And then you began very very slowly to move your thigh up and down.
"Oooh, my choice? Ok, I think I know just the thing. How about...no, I'll keep it a surprise. And I want you to wear the suit you wore for Aunt Ellen's wedding. It should still fit, that was only three months ago." Up, and down. Up, and down.
I moved away quickly before my nuts drained.
"Sure, Mom, no problem." I started to walk upstairs.
"Baby?" you called.
"Yeah?" I turned around.
"I am really excited to go on a date with you again." Your eyes flashed down really quickly to my cock outlined at this point through my shorts. I thought I might have imagined it, but I chose to believe it anyway.
"Me too, Mom. Me too."
I went upstairs and took a shower. For some reason, I chose not to stroke off. I liked the excited feeling I had, and I knew it would be drained if I exploded under the water.
I changed into the suit, tied, re-tied, and re-tied my tie again until it finally fell just half an inch past my belt. Black belt, black wingtips. Brushed my hair, teeth, and I was ready.
When I got downstairs, I took a seat in the family room and booted up a game. I knew it would be a while before you were ready.
"Hey baby?" you called.
"Yeah, mom."
"Can you come help me, please?"
"Sure, I'll be right up." I gulped. I paused the game. What would I see up there? My imagination ran wild. There was that erection again. The thing was like my shadow.
When I walked into your room, you were standing in front of the full-length mirror. Your hair was piled up high on your head in curls, with little wisps on each side of your face. It was very anime, but still appropriate for your age.
I wanted to plunge my canine teeth into your neck. It was a disturbing, predatory thought, and I banished it immediately. Too many anime vampire video games...
"What do you need me to do?" I asked.
"Zip me up, please."
That's when I noticed the dress. It was black, very black, made out of some sort of velvet or something. It absorbed all light striking it completely. The zipper was down just above your waist. It was tight all down your torso and hugged your hips, and it had a flared skirt in some sort of pleats. The skirt ended above your knees. Rather...high...above your knees.
I stepped up closely behind you. I reached down and held the fabric under the zipper. I held the zipper and slowly moved it upwards. As I did that, I noticed your ass started poking out at me more and more.
By the time I reached the top, your butt came into contact with my crotch. I couldn't tell how much was fabric, and how much was skin.
"Oh! I'm sorry, I just didn't want the zipper to break — this is a great dress, but not very expensive. The zippers break on these things all the time. It helps if I stretch that way while you do that. I should have warned you."
"It's ok, Mom." The hottest part? We didn't separate while you explained everything. We just...stood there. I looked over your shoulder at your eyes in the mirror. You looked back at me. My hands went down to your waist, and I slowly pulled you in tighter to me. I saw your eyes close, and you went up on your toes, then back down again, caressing the hardness sliding in your cheek-cleavage. Then you pulled away quickly.
"Um, ok, please go downstairs. I'll be down in just a minute." Your chest was heaving and your nostrils were flaring a little. Your cheeks looked like red LEDs.
"Sure, Mom."
I was certain now. You wanted me as much as I wanted you. I had no idea what to do about it. I didn't want anything to change between us, but my entire life-focus became concentrated on getting a very insistent part of me back where my entire self had come from so many years ago. I had no plan, I had no courage either...but I had something far more valuable. Hope.
The beginning of dinner actually went by rather anti-climactically. There was no teasing, no innuendoes. We just...talked. I think since you knew you would be home so much more, you started to open up about how hard all of that travel had been. I never really knew the extent of your loneliness. I felt bad for not really thinking about it before. We opened up to each other that night.
You asked me about girls, and I mentioned some I had been dating for a while. I noticed that the longer I talked about them, the more agitated you became. You asked fewer questions, but they became rather pointed. I decided to go for broke. It was now or never.
"So, yeah, they're cute and all, but...they just never hold my attention."
"Oh yeah? What does, then?" you asked sharply. You weren't looking at me. The conversation about girls had you drinking from your wine glass frequently. You ordered another bottle.
"There's someone I've had my eye on for a long time, but...I'm not sure she would be receptive. And she probably doesn't think about me in that way at all." Opening gambit. Pawn to D4. Whatever, I didn't know anything about chess, but it sounded good in my mind.
"Really? I find that very difficult to believe. Who is this girl, if I might ask?" Your eyes turned back to me.
