When a normal mom-son relation 'changes colours', it becomes a lot more complex to handle. At such times, the early few days of initiation of the relation during its 'transition' are the most crucial since they lay the foundation for the change to persist. Mistakes have no place in such times, and regrets are futile attempts to rectify a sour situation. Patience is a virtue and the relationship has to be given its due time to develop, like colours emerge on a photo-paper while it is being developed.
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The first few weeks in the university were busy. It took me surprisingly longer to get set to the routine even after planning and preparing for it for long. But the professors in the department and students were really friendly. A very big and new world had been opened up for me. The experience was daunting to say the least but it was equally exciting.
Once I had settled in, things at home seemed to come to light. Mom was now a bit more relaxed with me. She started being less self-conscious and began to be 'herself'. I cannot describe her change of behaviour any more clear. Because I could sense the change, I didn't make it obvious and I didn't want to get her conscious of it again. She had become confident of herself and that shinned through her behaviour.
During dinnertimes, she started to hug me more. Her hugs often accompanied by kisses on the cheek. At times when she was a lot happier, her kisses would fall closer to my lips. When she kissed me on my lips, the kisses were particularly short and quick but they were just as fatal and sensual. I would comply with no hesitation. I didn't want to make her uncomfortable. Moreover, I didn't mind her kisses to say the least. Oh whom am I kidding, I loved them! In fact at times I couldn't get enough of those hugs too. I wanted to tell her not to stop. I wanted to return them with just as much passion.
And then something clicked in my mind. I decided to let go of my inhibitions. I thought to myself about mom's behaviour and there was no problem I could see if I started taking the initiatives at sometimes. At least I wanted to see what would happen. She obviously didn't feel uncomfortable. In fact she loved hugging and kissing me. So I reckoned it was time to follow the footsteps.
One morning while mom was in the kitchen making breakfast I walked in. She was still in her nightgown – thin satin sheet barely enclosing the wonderful curves underneath. The robe was probably tied tight in the front. The satin hugged her bum and the curves aroused my visions. It jiggled a bit as she moved around. As I got in the kitchen she was still at the cooker. She had not noticed me come into the kitchen. I moved behind her and hugged her from the back. I pressed my hips on her bum gently, wrapped my arms around her tummy and kissed her on the neck from the back. When I had finished the kiss I whispered softly in her ear, "Good morning." It all happened very quickly.
I stood there still hugging her although my arms had loosened their hold around her waist. I maintained the soft pressure on her bum. I could feel her tenderness on my prick. She slowly raised her hand and stroked my face. Her other hand was stoking my arm wrapping her tummy. She was encouraging the whole thing. Her reaction was one of enjoyment and thrill.
"Good morning honey. Had a good night?" she asked. Now she was rocking in the embrace.
"Hmm hmm." I hummed.
"Hungry?" she turned her face a little without making efforts to stop the hug. She was still stroking my arm.
"Yep. Very. What's cooking?"
"Scrambled eggs."
"Too bad you are not on the menu." I teased her.
"I guess I will have to change the menu then." She giggled a little and buried herself in my hug.
"That would be something." I muttered out in the heat of the moment.
I got out of the hug and I started making the table. I spoke to her about other things. We had the breakfast and I kissed her good day. Today she offered me her lips for a soft peck. That nearly spoiled the day for me because for the whole day my prick stood up on and off all day with the thought of what happened in the kitchen in the morning. I also wondered what she had made of my comments. I didn't know if I had stepped the line. I couldn't wait to get home. In the afternoon I called her at work and pretended I just wanted to say hi. She said she was delighted to hear from me. It had been so long since I had called her at work. She felt elated. I told her I would be home at the usual time. She told me to have a good day.
The phone conversation left me more perplexed. She seemed pleased and she never mentioned anything about the morning. When I got home she was home already in the lounge. I asked if I could freshen up and I quickly went up to my room. After I had settled down I sat down next to her.
"How was your day?"
"It was lovely." She replied with a smile. "I felt so good to hear from you."
"I didn't know if you would be ok but I just wanted to speak to you."
"Of course I would be ok. Why wouldn't I?"
"I am not sure of doing things with you I have not done before. I often feel I may offend you or upset you."
She turned to me. She took my hand in her hand and stroked it gently. "I thought we had a promise and that we had sorted it out already. But let me tell you again. There is nothing that you will ever do that will remotely offend or upset me. You have to believe that without any doubt."
I just felt eased and may be my face expressed that truly.
"Have I made you feel upset or uncomfortable at any time?" she was a bit quieter.
"No. Oh no. I didn't mean that. I love everything we do. Without any exceptions."
"Same here honey. I like everything that we have done. I don't think there is anything that we do or may do which will make me uncomfortable. Would you want to have any exclusions?"
"Of course not."
"Well that settles it then. Now you give me your word that you will not think twice on your thoughts. Nor will you worry of what might happen."
"I promise."
"Seal it with a kiss." She looked at me straight in my eyes.
I planted a peck on her lips.
That night after dinner we sat in the lounge seeing a movie on the TV. I asked her, "What do you wish to watch?"
"I don't care. I just wish to be with you. You can watch what you like."
She was cuddled close to me, my arm around her back and her legs intertwined with mine. Occasionally her hand would stroke my thigh and rest on it. Her fragrance was delicious. At times, she just circled her fingertips on the thighs and made me aroused. She kept playing like that without making it obvious. She was enjoying the reaction from me. Her back felt naked on my arm when I stroked her. Her head was nestled in my neck and it just felt really good to hold her like that.
One evening she stepped out of the bathroom with a towel around her. She lazily strolled around the house in it for a while. I ate her like crazy with my eyes while she moved around. After that she started wearing long nightshirts around the house just before going to bed. That used to get me really aroused. Especially when she used to sit close to me with her legs folded back.
One night on a Friday she came into the lounge and sat next to me. I was in my shorts. She sat next to me and taking my arm in her hand, cuddled next to me and wrapped herself with my arm. As she cuddled in my arm, she turned on her side and propped her one leg over my legs. I reacted by opening them a bit and she lodged her leg between my legs. She moved the leg a bit and that caressed her thigh on mine. Since I was wearing shorts, the touch was like a spark and I felt really aroused. So I shifted a bit and made 'room' for the soldier that was trying to stand to attention in my shorts.
For a while we sat there cuddled like that. After some time she placed her hand on my thigh without making it obvious. Her soft touch of her fingers tickled me. Well it aroused me more, but what was I going to say. So I quivered a bit in giggles.
"What?" she looked at me and smiled.
"Your hand on my thigh." I said. "It is a bit ticklish." I smiled trying to make it appear innocent.
"Oh sorry. I didn't mean to." She said by stopping the caressing. "Well, that is a weak spot then." She giggled.
"Oh don't you think of that." I warned her with a laugh. "You will regret it."
"ooo. Promises promises." She giggled and started to stroke my thigh again very sensually.
"Please." I begged her to stop.
"Ok. I wont tickle you." She stopped caressing my thigh but didn't move it. So I was left with an erection anyway.
