All characters are above 18.
A sweet and loving tale of mother and son incest. A bit similar to my first submission, but I hope you enjoy it.
A very special thanks to MJRoberts for editing this story. Any remaining mistakes are entirely my fault.
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If the average person were asked to describe Sam Collins, the last word that would come to mind would be 'snuggly'. Standing at 6'2", the 19 year old had a body that was perfectly sculpted due to the time he spent in the gym. Brown hair, blue eyes, and disarming smile were more than enough to send any girl or woman swooning. Handsome, well-built, and muscular were appropriate words to describe him. Yet, to the only woman in his life; he was her 'snuggle bunny'.
Kelly Collins, the woman in question, was 40 years young and the proud mother of the strapping, young lad. She stood at 5'4" in her bare feet. Kelly had thick brown hair, which she kept to a shoulder length, and soft brown eyes. A very nice body, which she kept in shape with regular sessions with her son in their basement gym. And the breasts. Oh my goodness, the breasts. Kelly's bust was an enviable 34F. Even at her age, the breasts had retained their youthful exuberance, with just a bit of slight sag. And the icing on the cake was her incredibly curvy ass.
An internal auditor by profession, Kelly had worked hard in order to be successful in the field of her choosing. Of course, she was mainly driven by a desire to make sure her baby boy was comfortable in every way possible. Professional success, a body to die for, and her incredibly pretty face would have been enough to attract the attention of any man.
However, most men did not hit on or approach Kelly. Sam made sure of that. He was extremely protective of his mother, and rarely let her out of his sight. If a man did manage to gather the courage to approach the buxom MILF, he would find a scowling Sam towering behind her. A raging glare and a menacing snarl from him was more than enough to send the hapless offender scurrying off in the opposite direction.
Kelly did not miss the company of men. She was quite content being a single mom. She had been naïve when she was young, and had given her virginity to the first guy that said he loved her - Sam's father. The sad excuse for a man had run off after knocking her up, leaving her alone to raise her sweet baby boy. Not that she minded. It had hurt initially, being abandoned, but she quickly realized that the bundle of joy growing inside her was more than enough compensation for the betrayal she had suffered.
She loved Sam dearly, her pride and joy. And truth be told, Sam had slipped into the role of the man of the house from a very young age. Fixing the sink, washing her car, mowing the lawn... he had even gotten a part-time job when he started college! She wasn't exactly clear with what he did - something with computers and coding. But he earned enough to be able to buy little gifts for her - flowers, Belgian chocolates and the occasional trinket or piece of jewelry. She could not imagine needing another man for anything, as long as her baby boy was around. Well, maybe for
one
particular thing. But her well-used stack of romance novels and her little pink friend hidden in her nightstand were more than enough to take care of that.
The nickname she had given her baby boy was appropriate. When he was a child, Sam would sleep in his mother's bed, snuggling up to her and holding her tight, both of them warm and cozy under the covers. One night, Kelly had jokingly told her baby boy how much he reminded her of a stuffed bunny she used to sleep with when she was her little girl, which she used to clutch tight to keep her safe from nightmares - her 'snuggle bunny'. Sam's little chest had puffed up with pride on hearing his mother call him her snuggle bunny. The name stuck.
She did suspect that her baby was attracted to her, as most sons should not be. She hadn't failed to notice the way he would look at her from a very young age. A mixture of love and longing that melted her heart. She suspected correctly that her only child would try to peek in through the keyhole when she was in the bathroom or getting dressed. When he hit puberty, her bras and panties began disappearing from the laundry hamper on a regular basis, only to reappear a day later, streaked with copious amounts of dried semen. Of course, the protective - almost possessive - way her 'snuggle bunny' would behave in public was the final confirmation she needed.
When Sam hit puberty, the sleeping in the same bed had to be put to a stop. Kelly missed her snuggle bunny terribly, but she knew it wasn't appropriate for a mother and her rapidly growing son to be sharing a bed.
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Most teens would be spending Friday evening trying to get into one or the other party. Sam however, was accompanying his pretty mother down the aisles of the supermarket, helping her with their weekly grocery shopping and other errands. He
had
been invited to a party by a cute girl in college, but he had politely declined. His lovely mother came first after all. Besides, he liked spending time with her, even if it was helping her with this supposedly 'mundane' task. To him, it felt like something a man and his wife would do.
He looked at his mother appreciatively. She was dressed in a loose fitting t-shirt, bearing his college emblem, and a pair of faded blue jeans. Her butt made a pleasing sight for him to focus his eyes on, as he walked a step behind her, pushing the shopping cart. She looked delectable. And hell, he was sure that to the general public, they
did
look like a couple. Damn, if only he could find the courage to tell her how gorgeous he thought she was...
His mom's soft voice broke him from his woolgathering.
"Sorry Mom, did you say something?"
Kelly smiled sweetly. She knew he had been staring at her, as he often did. She loved the appreciative, adoring and loving look in his eyes whenever she caught him doing that.
"I said that we've got everything we need, Sweetie. Let's go back to the car and load these up."
"Sure, Mom."
"Ah, there is one more thing. I, er, need your help with something."
"Name it."
Kelly found herself blushing. Even though she shared every little thing with her baby boy, she felt a little embarrassed, and her words came out in a rush. "Well, you know summer is nearly here. I was hoping to spend some time out in the pool. But you know my bikini? That old thing I used to wear? I put it in the wash yesterday, and it didn't make it. So I was thinking I should get a new one. You think you can tag along and help me pick one out?"
Sam swallowed. He knew the old bikini she was talking about. It was something a grandmother would wear. However his mom was
so
curvy and sexy, she looked incredibly hot even in that old rag. Helping his busty mother pick out a bikini? He had been more than happy to accompany his mother to the supermarket, but now this day was turning out even better than he had ever expected.
He nodded enthusiastically as he found his voice. "Sure Mom, let's load up these groceries in the car and then hit the stores. And, oh, don't worry; I'll make sure to wake up early tomorrow and clean up the pool so that you can start using it."
Kelly beamed. She pulled her son into a quick - yet loving - hug, giving him a peck on the cheek as well. "Thanks Snuggle Bunny, I couldn't ask for a better man."
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Once done with loading up the car - Kelly hadn't failed to notice how easily her baby boy lifted the heavy bags that she would have struggled with - mother and son made their way to the other side of the mall, where the clothing stores were located. She was holding his hand, the act was a remnant from when he was a little tyke, and she used to get scared that he would get lost in the mall. Of course now that he was all grown up, she didn't have to worry about that anymore, but she still enjoyed holding hands with him. Sam didn't mind in the least.
Kelly and Sam stopped by a women's clothing store. Inspecting the display window, Kelly squeezed her son's hand, and pulled him into the store. It had looked unimpressive to him from the outside, but once Sam stepped inside, he realized that it was actually quite classy and tasteful.
Sam walked along the aisles with his mother, as they made their way to the swimwear section. His mind was going a mile a minute, looking at the summer dresses, lingerie sets, and nightwear on display. He couldn't stop imaging how his mother would look in them. And the bikinis! Ohmigoodness! Each looked hotter than the other. If he thought the ratty old thing she wore all those previous summers was sexy, the ones on display here were indescribable!
Once again, his mother's soft voice broke him from his reverie.
"Feel free to suggest anything you like, Sweetie. I really didn't have anything in mind. You know better than I do what looks good on me. And since you're going to be the only one seeing me in the new bikini, it's only fair that you get to have a say."
Sam flushed at his mother's words as he looked around. His eyes fell upon a pink bikini that was adorning a rather busty mannequin. Stepping closer, Sam inspected the piece, noting how tightly it was strung across the bust. He had to admit, the mannequin's breasts was pretty close to his mother's in size and firmness.
"How about this one?" he said. "Looks nice, and pink is definitely your color. You look very pretty in pink."
The saleslady, an attractive, mature woman about Kelly's age, heard their conversation and came over to assist them.
"That's from our new 'risqué' range. Very popular. They're sure to set any man's pulse racing. Would you like to try it on?"
Kelly ran her fingers through the material of the set her son had pointed out. It was extremely soft to touch, and she guessed correctly that it would feel wonderful against her skin, especially if the water was cold. She did note that it was rather small, and she was worried that it might not fit properly on her large bust and ample butt. She thought of asking for a bigger one. However, when she checked the size of the piece on display, she was surprised to note that it was actually the same size she wore. The set was very 'risqué' indeed.
She turned to the saleswoman and smiled. "Yes, I would like to try it on. It's his choice and I trust him."
The saleswoman nodded appreciatively, and handed Kelly a pair. "Our dressing room is that way. There's a private area, where your boyfriend can wait while you change. That way, you can have his opinion as well," she said with a grin.
Mother and son looked at each other, both pairs of cheeks reddening at her thinking they were 'boyfriend and girlfriend'. Neither of them wanted to correct her, though.
