This is my first-ever submission on Literotica. All the characters in the story are above 18 years old and any resemblance to reality is merely a coincidence. It's a story about a beautiful relationship between a mother and her son, which culminates into something more pure and divine. This probably is a long story that takes its own time to wind up into something intriguing. I hope you will enjoy it. Special Thanks to CiaoSteve for his help and guidance. Please leave comments and constructive criticism so that I can write more for the readers.
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Love is an emotion that makes us feel so many things. It's the butterflies in our stomachs, our hearts beating fast in our chests and our palms sweating whenever that special someone is near. With that said it can often be difficult to articulate just how much a loved one means to you. That's exactly what Jason has been going through in his life.
Love has no boundaries as it is blind to age, sex, colour, and sometimes even unthinkable bonds. Love makes you cross every boundary, but some love is forbidden in the real world because it's too sweet for humans to taste it. One has to cross that insurmountable boundary to savour that love, to taste the forbidden fruit which is the most natural and the most precious gift of nature.
Jason was sitting in his classroom, alone in the recess. He was both awestruck and shocked by the headline he was looking at in the newspaper. Even in his short nineteen years of age, he had seen plenty of weird stuff in college, but nothing like that. He read the headlines over and over in his head, letting it sink in.
It read 'Stephanie Seymour captured hot and too close with her son on the beach.'
The newspaper had steamy pictures of Stephanie Seymour on a secluded beach wearing a skimpy bikini with her son. The picture didn't show anything explicit, but she was hugging her son way more intimately than normal mothers would do. Then there was that bikini... that way too-hot bikini. You couldn't miss the visible bulge in the son's underwear, nor that his right hand was touching the lower part of his mother's right breast.
"Holy shit... oh my God... what the hell is this?" Jason pondered in his mind.
Jason was visibly shocked by the news story but found himself equally titillated and aroused by the idea, especially the pictures and the taboo headline. Jason thought that the couple looked very sexy together even if they were a mother and son duo. The guy in the picture looked engrossed and enchanted with the woman. Nobody could have guessed they were mother and son. It looked like the duo had such deep feelings for each other, the kind of feelings that exist between two lovers and not mother and son. It was undoubtedly a very titillating picture. Jason took out his mobile phone and googled the name. He saw more intimate pictures of the duo. He screenshotted the pictures and put his phone into his pocket.
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Jason was still an impressionable youth. He had turned nineteen just a few months back and still lived with his mother Catherine, his father George and an elder brother Peter, the latter two years older than Jason. He cherished his mother. Catherine was forty-two and had an uncanny resemblance to Julie Kendall, the beautiful actress of Sub Rosa movie fame. Everyone would compliment her on her beauty, and the similarity. She took every compliment and piece of praise gracefully, to the point that she worked out regularly to keep herself in shape, to keep herself looking like a movie star.
George, his father, was a good man and a good husband. Of late, for a couple of years, he had been occupied with his business, spending much time in meetings outside of town. George was rarely at home. They lived in a big house with a swimming pool and steam room.
She was mature enough to understand his situation and made sure to take care of the house diligently. She was someone who would not complain about anything in her life. She had her two children around her to dote after, and she made them her world. Jason, the younger one, had a particular place in her heart. She always believed that Jason was more emotional than his elder brother, and needed just that bit of extra love and care. She and Jason were particularly closer. Peter, the elder brother, was a bright sharp lad, and much more outgoing compared to Jason.
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Simple things had a huge impact on Jason. The news story was yet another, and he was clearly unsettled with what he had read. It wasn't the taboo subject that had unsettled him, but more his reaction to reading it. Instead of being disgusted, He felt aroused by the situation. He should have felt revulsion and repugnance, but those thoughts were missing. Instead, all he could think about was those photos, the imagery lingering in his mind. He inadvertently pictured his bikini-clad mother and himself, on that very beach, hugging. He had his arms around his mother, standing closely behind her, his hand resting on her.....
He immediately regretted it and tried to shun those thoughts. After the class, he returned home.
"Hey honey, you are back so early," Catherine hollered at her son.
"I will set the lunch," she continued.
"No mom I will have it at Matt's," He replied.
He was not in the mood to eat. He didn't know what to think, but he knew that he didn't want to be around his mom. It wasn't her doing. It was his, or more so his reaction. He felt both embarrassed and guilty. He was aroused, his mind filled with impure thoughts after reading the news, but worse still those thoughts were aimed towards his beautiful mom. He would admit that he always had a huge crush on his mother, but never would he nurture those feelings into something physical. Today though... today he had been hit by an ocean of lust, salacity and desire... all for his mom.
"Jass, honey, you haven't eaten anything after school, have you?" His mother asked.
He didn't respond. He was in a hurry and left without answering.
She was baffled at her son's reaction as he never skipped lunch made by her. She ignored it, thinking boys do such things at a young age.
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Later that afternoon, Jason was at his friend's place.
"Shall we get it out?" Matt asked.
"Get what out, Matt?" Jason replied.
"You forgot, didn't you? We were going to try that old whisky in Dad's cabinet."
"Yeah, I remember," Jason nonchalantly replied.
His mind though was somewhere else. Jason and Matt used to sit together once every couple of months for their own secret drinks game. It became an unspoken custom for them to secretly sit out when their parents were out and discuss those things that youths usually do... sex. Today was no different. They took out the whisky, set out a couple of chairs in the garden, and had a few drinks.
"Man, this whisky is something else, what do you say?" Matt muttered.
Jason didn't say anything. He was still consumed by thoughts of his mom.
"Hello... earth to Jason, are you here or still thinking about Miss Jasmine," Matt joked.
"Yeah... what?"
"I asked... how is the whisky dude?".
"Yeah, it's nice," Jason finally acknowledged.
They both drank it in silence, Matt was listening to the music playing in the background. Nothing was said for a few minutes.
After a while, Jason decided to open up.
"Matt, can I share something with you?" Jason mumbled. "It's sort of killing me... from inside."
"Yes, sure thing. What is it?" Matt replied.
"But... promise you won't laugh at me or judge me," Jason responded.
"Man, how long we have been friends?" Matt asked.
"Since Kindergarten," Jason replied.
"And... is there anything that you don't know about me?" Matt asked.
"Nothing that I know of," Jason replied.
"Is there any secret between us?" Matt asked.
"Nope," Jason replied.
