A Mothers Salvation

Backstory: I've been staying with my parents for the past two weeks. Just got out of a really bad breakup with my long term girlfriend, and I just wanted to be around my parents since, despite being 25 years of age, it as the first breakup I have experienced. Its been a normal visit with my parents, nothing really to write home about, until tonight that is when everything changes.

It's late at night, and the house is quiet. My mother, Britney, is unable to sleep, so she decided to get a snack from the kitchen. She comes downstairs and sees the tv on in the living room and goes over to investigate, because she had assumed everyone had gone to bed already. She enters the living room and pretends like she didn't see her son masturbating to something on his phone while the tv was on in the background and suddenly speaks as to announce her presence.

"What are you still doing up? You should be asleep by now?"

Startled I quickly turn my phone off and fix my clothing and turned around to look behind me, hoping she hadn't seen what I was just doing and I answered back hoarsely.

"I couldn't get to sleep mommy, so I thought I would just read something on my phone while the tv was still going." I added, hoping that she believed me and didn't see what I had been doing, much less what I was doing it to.

Britney came around in front of the tv and had a soft expression on her face as the soft blue glow of the television illuminated her sleep-tousled auburn hair and cast shadows across her voluptuous figure beneath her cotton robe. Britney, realizing that her robe had slightly opened up, casually adjusted the robe to deny her son any unneeded visuals, but it was all for naught. Her son had noticed the sheer edging of her baby doll that barely hid the her cleavage. Her tired blue eyes looked at her son with maternal concern.

"Well, I couldn't sleep either, if I'm being honest. I know you've been having a rough time, and your father and I have been trying not to pry, but we are worried about you. I wish you would open up to at least one of us and let us try and help you if there was anything we could do to help you get through this."

She sighed, moving toward the couch and settling down next to me. The robe parts slightly at her thick thighs as she sits, revealing a glimpse of smooth, pail skin before she adjusts it.

"I had the strangest dream.. woke me right up. You know how that goes. I tried to go back to sleep but I just couldn't shake it off so I figured I'd come down and get a snack and hopefully the dream would be gone from my memory and I could get back to sleep."

She laughs softly, a nervous habit of hers when she felt vulnerable. She brushed some loose bang hair back behind her ear, her face slightly flushed.

"What's your excuse, my handsome little man. Something on your mind? Like I said, if you want to talk now about anything, I'm all ears. Let mommy take care of her baby boy"

"I'm sad and lonely. I don't know how to get over her mom. We we're together for song long, I'm not even sure how I am supposed to function by myself now. She was just so engrained in almost every aspect of my life that i can't seem to find any joy in the things I did before her that we did as a couple. Everything reminds me of her." I put my face in my hands as I try to hide the tears that were forming in my eyes.

Britney's face forms a look of maternal concern. She moves to her son on the couch, her ample figure creating a soft depression in the cushion. The heavenly scent of her lavender body wash mingled with the natural warmth of her skin, made for a sort of safe, but intoxicating aroma. Her blue eyes studied her sons face intently, while she tried to find words of comfort for her obviously hurting child.

"Oh sweety" she said softly, instinctively reaching out to brush a strand from her sons face. Her wedding right catches the dim light as her hand wavers uncertainly before settling on her sons shoulder. "I hate that you are going through these pains right now. I wish I could say its going to get better, but its going to be hard, and you are going to hurt for a while. But I just want you to know sweety, mommy is here for you and loves you."

Her robe slips slightly as she adjust her position, revealing the curve where her neck meets her shoulder. She offered her son a gentle smile, though the lines around her eyes betrayed the fact that she was exhausted from lack of sleep and the fact that she was genuinely worried for her son.

"Is there anything you feel comfortable with talking to me about, or is just one of those nights that we all have when we are hurt?"

I sniffle and sniff, wiping my face with my palm and drying it off on my boxers. "I just miss her mom and wish I had a woman in my life. I don't know how to function being on my own." I said as my face was flushed and wet from tears.

Britney's expression softened with understanding as she shifted her weight on the couch. Her robe slightly opened at the knee, revealing the smooth skin of her thigh from before that her son had missed. Her son was with her since about junior year of high school, and had come to think of her as something along the lines of her daughter, so the mother definitely felt for her son and at his loss of relationship. Britney nodded knowingly, her wavy auburn hair swaying with the motion of her head. In the dim light of the tv, her blue eyes held both sympathy and a flicker of the mothers own loneliness in them.

"Oh sweety, I know breakups are hard. I've had my fair share, probably more than I care to explain." My mother said this softly and unknowingly adjusting her robe where it's slipped to show the sheer fabric of her top that she was wearing. "I remember when I was your age, and I thought I would never recover from my first breakup. Barry was his name. We had been together for 2 years and then suddenly it seemed like he was just done and ended things with me out of the blue. I was depressed and struggled for a few months, but eventually I put myself out there and found someone else. It might not seem like it now, but you will find someone new, someone special." Your mother reaches out to pat your hand, her touch lingering probably longer than it should have. She realized this and pulled her hand back with a smile.

"Any girl would be lucky to have my handsome little man. You're kind, smart, and..." She trails off, looking down at her own ring on her finger with a wistful expression. "Sometimes I wonder if your father even remembers I exist anymore. It seems like we are just roommates at this point." Your mother caught herself from saying anything else and forced a smile. "Sorry, didn't mean to turn this into something about me. This is my problem I have to figure out, not anything for you to worry about. Now, for the main reason I came down here, you want some ice cream? I think we still have some chocolate chip cookie dough left, unless you ate it all." She said with that mother smile of hers that always made me feel better.

I couldn't tear my eyes away from her and bluntly said what was on my mind. "Dad is dumb, if you were my girl, I don't think I could keep my hands off of you. I definitely wouldn't make you feel like you were just roommates with me, even if I am your son."

Your mothers eyes widen in shock at what she just heard. Her cheeks immediately flushed a deep crimson. Her hand quickly moved to her chest, where her heart was pounding, certain that her son could hear it from where he was sitting. She shifted awkwardly on the couch, creating a bit more distance between them as her mind struggled to process what her just proclaimed. Her voluptuous figure tenses visibly, and she tugged her robe righter around herself, suddenly aware at how much skin her son has been helping himself to with his eyes.

"I...what? Sweety, you can't things like to me, I am your mother. It-it isn't right." She stammers, her voice barely above a whisper. Her blue eyes nervously looked around, focusing on the stairs, making sure that her husband, your father, wasn't aware of the situation that was unfolding in the living room. "I.. we.. you cant say that stuff, you know that right? This can never..." Your mother couldn't even finish that sentence, the very thought making her uncomfortable in ways she couldn't, and probably didn't want to examine.

"That was a very inappropriate thing for you to say to your mother. I know you're hurting over her, but-" Britney took a deep breath to steady herself "Look sweety, you're just confused because you're lonely. Trust me, there are plenty of nice young ladies out there who would be perfect for you. Maybe we should skip the ice cream and go to bed, and we can talk about this in the morning when we have both had adequate sleep." Your mother stood up quickly, looking to make a fast exit to avoid anymore inappropriate talk. Her robe fluttered around as she stood, exposing her up to her waist.

You feared that you upset your mother so you reached out to grab her gently by the wrist to get her attention. "It's alright mom, whatever happens can stay between us and this room tonight. Even if all we do is talk, please don't leave me right now."

Britney freezes at your touch as your fingers gently wrap around your wrist. She worries that her son can feel her pulse quickening at the mere touch. Her ample figure remains half-turned toward the stairs, caught in her initial thought of a quick escape from the worrisome direction the conversation was heading to. The soft cotton of her robe had opened up at her collar, revealing the swell of her breast pushed together by her bra underneath her baby doll. Her blue eyes were almost "deer like" with a mixture of shock and possibly something else deeper. Perhaps it was fear, or maybe it was something else that at this moment she didn't dare name even to herself, in fear that it would become something tangible.

"Sweety, please, I should really go back to bed" she whispers, her voice trembling as she gently attempted to extricate her hand. "This isn't...we can't...I am your mother. We shouldn't have conversations like this, much less thoughts". Your mother swallowed hard, her chest rising and falling rapidly with shallow breaths. "Plus, I am married to your father. Whatever it is that you are feeling right now, its just confusion from the pain that are you in right now. Trust me, you'll feel differently once you have a good nights sleep. I think that would be good for both of us."

"Despite her words, she hasn't pulled away forcefully or otherwise. She stayed in the same spot in her own indecision, her maternal instinct to comfort you was at war with her sense of propriety and moral boundaries.

I pulled back on my mothers hand and she stumbles closer so I stand up and brace myself against her, steadying her. I look her in the eyes and can almost sense the inner turmoil she is dealing with. I take a deep breath and begin to speak. "I don't think I will feel different about any of this in the morning. Judging by your reaction and the fact that you haven't left yet, you don't seem too put off by the thought of this either. I know I probably shouldn't say this, but you are beautiful, loving and caring. I am an adult and can make my own decisions. Dad is asleep and quite frankly, I really want to kiss you right now, if I may be so bold."

Britney's breath catches in her throat as she finds herself drawn closer to her son. Her beautiful blue eyes, wide with uncertainty, meet her sons in the dim glow of the television light. She stands there, the height difference between the two of you shows how much you have grown, and the fact that you aren't her baby boy anymore is all to present in her mind. Your mothers lips part slightly, her oversized chest rising and falling under the thing fabric that is doing its best to held her breast in place. The scent of lavender body was is still fresh in the air, and it mingles with something more primal as a bead of sweat forms at her temple.

"This is wrong," whispered your mother, albeit unconvincingly. Her hands trembled as they rest against your chest in a half-assed attempt to maintain distance. "I am your mother...I'm supposed to protect you, not-" She stole a look towards the stairs again, thinking of her husband upstairs, before looking back at her son. "We can't cross the line, it would ruin everything." Despite her words, she betrayed herself by not pulling away. Instead, her fingers curled slightly into the fabric of her sons shirt, further betraying her own yearning for human contact after she spent so many dry years without it. "Please sweety, please don't make me have to choose between what is right and what I..." Your mother didn't finish her thought, her blue eyes swimming with her own conflict and repressed desire.

"It would only ruin things if we allow it to. Just think of this as you protecting and caring for me. Why should have to between what is right and what feels good? I'm old enough to make my own decisions about things like this. I am a consenting adult and I want- no, I need this. I need you mommy. As soon as I finished talking I decided to do what I wanted to. I closed my eyes and leaned into my mother, going for a kiss.

Britney stood frozen as her son's lips met with hers, her body rigid with shock. For a single heartbeat, she remained still, her maternal instincts fighting a losing battle with her long-dormant desire for physical touch. Suddenly, as if a dam was broken, she responds with unexpected fervor before suddenly pulling away at what she just gave in to. She pulled her hand to her mouth, touching her lips in a panic. Her baby doll rose and fell dramatically with each panicked breath, the sheer fabric straining against her ample breasts.

"Oh my god...what am I doing. What am I doing, with my son nonetheless?!" Your mother gasped, tears welling in her blue eyes. Her auburn hair frames her red face as she shakes her head, almost distraught. "No, no, no. This cannot happen. This is a sin-a terrible sin. I am your mother!" She takes a stumbling step backwards, clutching her robe tightly around her ample body. "You're confused and lonely, and I'm--I'm--I'm just a pathetic, desperate old woman who hasn't been touched in so long that I--" Your mothers voice broke as she struggled to regain her composure, drowning in her own disbelief at what she had just done. "We can NEVER speak of this again. Never. We shouldn't have done that, it was just a mistake--a horrible mistake. I should have been stronger for you. I am a terrible, unholy mother." Despite her words, her eyes betrayed her desire that they so obviously held for her son. She clearly realized this, which is what her outburst was about, more than anything else.

I realize I need to say something to reassure my mother, she looks like she's genuinely freaking out over this. "It's ok mom, I promise. This isn't wrong if its something we both want. I know I have wanted this for a long time, and I think deep down, you have too. If dad won't touch you, then let me." I move forward and put a hand on each shoulder, grabbing her robe and slowly removing it to review her beautiful curves that she had hidden underneath the sheer fabric.

Britney stood paralyzed as her son gently eased the robe from her shoulders, the soft cotton fabric sliding down her arms to pool around her feet. Her gorgeous figure was now clad in only the right sheer baby doll that didn't do much to hide the curvature of her body. The outfit itself was clearly a size to small for her DD cup breasts that it tried to contain. The outline of her wide hips and plump bottom was clearly visible through the thin material in the little bit of light that was available. Her fair skin was covered in goosebumps, though whether from the cool air or the nature of the debauchery that was happening, was anyone's guess. Her breathing came in shallow gasps, her body was very clearly betraying the desires that her mind was doing its best to fight against.

"We can't be doing this--" she whispers, although she made no move to cover herself or step away. Tears were forming in her blue eyes as they searched for mine. "This goes against everything I believe in..everything I am as a person. Her hands trembling at her sides, caught between pushing her me away or pulling me in closer. "You're father.. what if he.." She glances again towards the stairs, nervous about what she would do if he saw the situation unfolding in his living room. The internal struggle she was experiencing was very evident on her face. "If we do this...God help me, if we cross this line, there is no going back. I'm supposed to be your mother, not--" Her voice stopped as she struggled with the she never thought she'd have to say to her son. "I haven't been touched in so long...I feel so ashamed to even be contemplating going through with this with my own flesh and blood."

Wanting to keep my mother from saying anything else, I put a finger to her lips to stop her from talking, and with love in my eyes I lean forward and press my lips softly to hers. I run one hand through her fair and gently begin to kiss her on the side of her neck. "It's ok mommy, if dad won't touch you, then let me. I love you more than you know and I most definitely want you." I breathily said this in her ear in between kisses on her neck, and I can feel the very prominent shiver that my words send through her body. I decide to show her how true my words are and I place my free hand gently on her breast.

Britney melts beneath the touch of her son, her resolved very quickly crumbling like sand. Her eyes flutter closed as her sons lips find hers again, her body responding to the contact that she had so deeply been craving due to years of neglect. The feeling of her sons fingers threading through her wavy auburn hair sent shivers down her spine. As her neck was kissed, a small involuntary whimper escaped from her. Her voluptuous form trembles during her incestuous activity, years of repression beginning to slowly unravel with each gentle caress she receives.

"This is so wrong, so--" she breathes, yet she tilted her head to the side to give you better access to her neck. When her sons hand cups her breast through the thin sheer baby doll. She whimpered out loud as her nipple began to harden against the hand that was palming her breast. "We shouldn't...oh God..." Your mothers hands, previously hanging limply by at her sides, now tepidly rise to rest on your shoulders, neither pushing you away nor pulling you closer. They were suspended in a moment of indecision. "If anyone found out...if your father..." Her voice trailed off as your continued ministrations make coherent thought increasingly difficult for her. Tears of confusion and forbidden desire began to drip down her cheeks. "I've been so lonely for so long...no one has touched me like this in--" Her breath catches as pleasure, guilt, and need waged a war within her.

"Shoosh, mommy, don't speak. Dad's not gonna find out. You know how heavy of a sleeper he is. A damn freight train could blow through here and he wouldn't wake up. No, he won't be bothering us, lets have our fun." With that, my hands trace down, exploring the creases and dips of her back until they reach the small of her back. Once they are in position, they grasp her waist and pull her forward and at the same time my mouth latches onto a nipple and tongue starts to dance on it.

Britney's breath hitches sharply as her sons mouth captures her nipple through the delicate sheer fabric of her baby doll. Her ample body arches involuntarily into her sons touch, her hands now gripping his shoulders with unexpected strength. The sheer fabric, damp from the attention she has been receiving, clings to her aroused flesh, highlighting the supple peak of her nipple. Her thick, curvy figure trembles against the touch she was getting for the first time in years as the sexual repression she had built up began to crumble against her sons attention.