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.
