A Jealous Mother -- ch 2
Denise lay in bed, watching her son's shallow breathing, the light of dawn gradually filling her bedroom. Her mind had tormented her since she'd woken about two hours earlier. The struggle between her conscience and her fears were unlike anything she'd ever experienced before. Her conscience screamed what a wicked, filthy mother she was to have carnal relations with her own flesh and blood. Her fear gnawed at her as she thought about losing her son to some other woman. Some "little girl" who might take her son from her, the way that little tramp took her husband from her. Her son was the last man in her life. The thought of losing him was making her nauseated with anxiety.
She reached over and lightly stroked his chest remembering the night of love making they had shared. There was no denying he had made her feel a depth of love she hadn't felt in years. He had made her feel alive, desirable, sexy, even needed. Things she hadn't felt in a very long time. She rolled out of bed needing to use the bathroom. She immediately felt his cum seeping out of her pussy and draining down her leg, smiling as she sat down on the toilet, remembering how many times he'd emptied himself in her. "I forgot how much stamina those young ones have." She mumbled to herself smiling.
Denise sat at the kitchen island, on a bar stool, sipping her first cup of coffee, her bathrobe tied tightly around her naked body. Her mind was racing back and forth between the eroticism and satisfaction of what had happened the night before, and the consequences of those actions if it were made public. The first thought bringing a warm throbbing between her legs. The second causing her to shudder in fear. Her thoughts were interrupted by Kenny as he walked into the kitchen wearing just his boxer shorts. 'Fuck! He is such a gorgeous creature!' She thought to herself as she watched him pour himself a cup of coffee. "Good morning baby! Did you sleep ok?"
Kenny chuckled. "Oh yeah! I slept great!" He responded as he sat down next to her
"Baby, we ought to talk about what happened last night." Denise didn't want to talk about it. But she knew ignoring the elephant in the room wasn't going to help anything.
Kenny had spent his own time thinking through all that had transpired the night before. His perception of his mom had changed. Maybe that's one of the consequences of those actions. It had only been one night of passion. Yet those actions had torn down so many barriers. And the fact that his mother initiated their incestuous evening together really impacted the way he saw his mom now. He had never been so naive and innocent as to see his mom as not having a sexual appetite. But she had directed that sexual appetite at him, and in the process revealed a vulnerability in her own psyche that he was finding it impossible to ignore.
He looked down at his cup of coffee, then up at her. He didn't know what to say or how to respond. Back and forth he looked at his coffee then his mom. Finally, he looked up at her. 'Fuck it!' He thought to himself. "There's nothing to talk about." He couldn't bring himself to call her mom. "You made it clear last night that you would do anything to keep me all to yourself. I know dad left you, and now you're afraid I'll leave you too." He felt like a complete piece of shit for what he was thinking. Just as his conscience screamed at him, telling him he couldn't do it, he remembered what she was like last night and realized he could get that whenever he wanted.
Denise couldn't move and couldn't speak. She knew where this was heading, and she had no inner strength to stop it. She knew she would never deny him anything he demanded of her now. She moaned as she began to weep. "What have I done to my baby?"
Kenny felt that stirring in his groin. He knew he should feel some compassion for his mom. But the lust she had awakened in him when she seduced him was taking control. "Maybe you should have asked that question before you seduced me last night. No turning the clock back now." Denise hung her head, sobbing softly, as Kenny wrestled with the conflicting emotions within him. He felt compassion for his mom as he watched her sobbing. That compassion was trumped by his anger towards her for destroying the mother/son relationship they had had before.
She knew everything her son was saying was true. Yet one side of her didn't want to turn the clock back. Despite the shame she felt, she wanted to feel those sensations again. She wanted to feel her son inside her again. She wanted to feel the way he'd made her feel last night. And she wanted to feel it over and over again. She sobbed for several minutes, Kenny just staring at her the whole time in silence. She finally looked at him, tears streaming down her face. "I'm sorry baby. I don't know what came over me. I didn't know what I was doing. I wish so badly I could take it all back." Her conscience screamed inside her at the hypocrisy of her words. She didn't want to take anything back.
Kenny laid his hand on her arm as she held her cup of coffee. "Enough mom!" He said calmly. No anger in his voice. Neither was he going to tolerate her bullshit. "You knew exactly what you were doing last night. So please save that bullshit line for the therapist if you ever use one. You're afraid of losing me the way you lost dad." He knew they would never be just mother and son again. The innocence of that relationship was shattered.
Kenny had called her bluff. Denise calmed herself and looked at her son, resolved in her mind that she was giving herself over to her base desires, and she no longer cared about the consequences. The fear of losing her son far outweighed any other rational thought in her brain. Her face streaked with tears as she spoke. "I know what I did. I know I should regret it. And one side of me does. But the other side is glad I did it."
Mother and son sat facing each other. The tension and desire once again mounting between them. Kenny finally broke the silence. "Good. Because we're way beyond turning back. You want me all to yourself." He paused as he reached for the knot in the sash holding her robe closed and untied it. Denise offered no resistance as he opened her robe, exposing her naked body. "Well, that's what you've got." Kenny's lust took control. He stared at her tits for several seconds before reaching out and caressing them. His fingers glided all over her sensitive breasts as he came to the realization of the control he now had over her. "You want to keep me? You better take care of me."
Denise closed her eyes as she once again became lost in the sensations. She knew she was becoming addicted to his touch. The more he made her feel these sensations, the more she knew she would crave his demands on her. "Oh fuck baby!" She gasped. "Don't stop! That feels so good!" She opened her eyes, seeing her son in a new way now. "I'm going to take care of you baby. You're the man I need."
Kenny just smiled at her. The smile of a man who knew what he had under his control. His fingers grazed over her hardening nipples. Then he began to tease them with his thumb until Denise began to moan. "What should I do with these?" He asked softly.
Denise opened her eyes. "Whatever you want baby." The need in her voice was unmistakable.
"You want me all to yourself mom? You want me to stay away from all those little girls?" He knew he was playing on her fears and jealousies. But if she meant it when she told him he could do whatever he wanted with her, then he was going to take this as far as it would go.
Denise grabbed his hands and pulled them into her chest. "Oh yes baby! You know that's what I want. The thought of losing you to one of those little tramps just kills me. I can't bear the thought of losing you too."
He dug his fingers into her tit flesh, squeezing them like they were two giant sponges. Denise gasped in pain. "Then from this point on it's whatever I want, whenever I want it. Is that understood?"
