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Chapter 22
The last few days of their holiday passed too quickly for them both; and they largely kept to themselves, treasuring each moment, knowing that all too soon their time together would be over. Finally, the time for their return home arrived; and they packed their bags and took the limo to the airport. Alison kept her dark glasses on, and had a few drinks in the departure lounge to dull her sadness. for once, Bobby was in an equally lugubrious mood, knowing that once he arrived home, he would be deprived of his daily dose of Alison's charms, and plunged into the world of study and college.
On the flight home they were lost in their own thoughts. Alison knew that she had been lying to herself. She told herself that the holiday had been to get Bobby's obsession for her out of his system, and let him get on with his life; but the truth was, the more she was with him, the more he had filled a void in her life. She knew, too, that she was to blame for letting things get out of hand. Letting him walk around naked at home, massively aroused, was something she'd put down to teenage hormones and practicality. The truth was, deep down, she'd enjoyed teasing him and seeing how excited he became for her.
She'd told herself she was treating him like any other patient; but he wasn't. He was her son; and, bit by bit, she'd allowed the normality of a mother-son relationship to change, until they were like husband and wife. He even looked like Robert; and for the last few weeks, Alison had felt like she had her husband back, only to have to go through the grief of losing him once again.
She pushed the flight attendant button and ordered another gin and tonic. The alcohol didn't seem to be doing much to dull the pain, though; but it was all she could think to try. Bobby was sleeping; and as she sipped her drink and looked at him, she thought he was the most perfect thing she had ever seen. Right now, the only thing that would feel better than the alcohol would be Bobby making love to her. She admired his body through his t-shirt and shorts. His toned torso was visible through the shirt; and the tan he'd gotten over the past two weeks made him look even more beautiful. She let her eyes run over him, pausing at the bulge in his shorts. She pictured his giant cock, so hard it was like stone, and his big, heavy balls. She recalled the feel, and the taste of him, and wished she could reach over and grab him now.
The flight attendant arrived with her drink; and Alison asked for a blanket, which the attendant brought moments later. It wasn't really that cold; but something about snuggling up to Bobby under the cover seemed comforting. She lifted the arm rest gently, so as not to wake him, and draped the blanket over them both, sipping her drink, before leaning over to rest her head on his shoulder.
He murmured, but didn't wake; and she finished her drink before pulling the blanket over her, and resting her hand on his chest. His skin was so warm and smooth, even through the thin fabric of his shirt; and the feel of his muscular torso made her feel better. She let her hand wander a little lower, feeling his chiselled abs, and allowed it to linger there. Bobby seemed to still be asleep; and she glanced round, confirming that most of the rest of the passengers were also napping.
She couldn't help herself, and allowed her hand to slide down to his lap, finding the reassuring outline of his big heavy balls, and the thick, heavy piece of meat, that she had come to know so well. She gently squeezed his cock, and felt it immediately begin to respond, lengthening and thickening until it was like an iron bar in his shorts. He still didn't wake; but he shifted in his sleep as she gently ran her fingers over his aroused manhood. She wondered what he was dreaming about, or, specifically, who. She knew, guiltily, that she hoped it was her; as she continued to tease his cock through his shorts, feeling it jump and tense in response to her caresses.
They stayed like that until Alison finally drifted off to sleep. She was awakened by the sound of the captain's voice over the cabin speaker, informing them that they were beginning their descent; and he hoped everyone had had a pleasant flight.
"Morning, Mom," Bobby smiled at her.
"Good morning, dear..." Alison realised her hand was still on Bobby's cock, and guiltily removed it. "Oh, dear. I, um..."
Bobby smiled at her as she collected herself. Before long they were on the ground, and made their way back through the airport, catching a taxi home. They were both depressed at the reality of arriving home. As Bobby dropped their bags, he tried to embrace Alison; but she brushed him aside, quickly busying herself in the practicalities of unpacking, and preparing for Bobby's college departure. She went to her room to change; and when she emerged, Bobby noticed with a heavy heart that she was no longer walking around undressed. He took his cue from her that their teasing sessions were at an end.
After a quiet dinner, Alison excused herself off upstairs.
"I'm going to have an early night Bobby. I'm pooped. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Sure Mom..."
So was this really it? After all they'd done together, she was just going to pretend it had never happened, and go back to how things used to be? He went to his room and opened up his lap top, watching some of his favourite big-tit actresses and stroking his cock, imagining it was his mother's tender hands that were stroking, and her big tits he was looking at, as he pumped out a big load and came all over his belly.
The following morning there was no wake-up call from his mother, and no customary display of boobs to greet him; so he wearily made his way to the shower and washed himself. She was downstairs fixing breakfast when he came down, and had already washed and dressed. She had some music playing on the radio, and seemed to be making a forced attempt at being cheerful.
"Morning sweetie. Did you sleep well?"
"Um, ok, I guess..."
Was she really going to just pretend that nothing happened and keep up this farce?
"Ok, well, I'm making waffles and eggs, so I hope you're hungry."
"I'm hungry for your big tits," he thought to himself as he watched her cooking. She was wearing one of her more modest dresses; and he guessed she was wearing her bra, from the way her boobs seemed not to be bouncing around so much. But try as hard as she might, his mom couldn't stop herself from looking sexy. He imagined walking up behind her, and grabbing her big melons though her dress, squeezing them hard, the way he knew she liked. He imagined pulling up her skirt, and burying his cock in her tight little pussy, fucking her over the kitchen counter 'till she came, then fucking her again. He felt himself becoming hard as he pictured it. He wondered what she would do. Would she fight him off, or just give in to her desires?
"Here's your coffee!"
She broke his reverie with a mug of steaming black coffee.
"Thanks Mom."
"I thought we could get your things packed today; and I could drive you up to college tomorrow."
"But college doesn't start 'till next week. I thought we had some more time together."
"I know; but it will give you a chance to get settled in before term starts. I don't have to start back at work 'till Wednesday; so I can take you. It'll be nicer than moving in at the weekend, when all the other students are unpacking."
"You mean you want to get rid of me."
"Sweetie, that's not true! You know I'll miss you. I'm just thinking this might be easier."
"Really? You've not come near me since we got home; and now you want me to ship out a week early? Why are you being like this?"
He could feel his cheeks flushing and his heart beating. His mom could be like an ice cube when she wanted; and right now she was so cold it hurt. She turned away from him to hide the fact that she was struggling not to cry.
"Honey, I don't mean to be cold. I love you. You're my son; and I will always be here for you. But all this... what's happened... it had to stop sometime, you know it did. And, well, you and I, being here together..."
"What?"
"Well. I think it's putting temptation in the way, so it would be better if you went to college early and settled in. I'm sure there will be lots of girls there whose hearts you'll break; and when you come home for the holidays, things will be back to normal."
Was that it? She really thought she could just switch off the sweet stuff? She'd given him orgasms he'd never believed possible; and every time he saw her naked, it was like the first time. Now she thought they'd just go back to a regular mother-son cosy relationship? How could she really believe that? Still, she'd said being here was a source of temptation. Somehow he thought she meant for her as well as him; so he knew she still wanted him as much as he wanted her.
"I'm going shopping. I may stop off and see some friends on the way home, Bobby. If you go out, please leave me a note."
She walked off before he had a chance to answer. This was going to be a real ball breaker, he knew. She had said it was all going to end; but he never believed it would actually happen. And he wasn't about to give up on things now. Alison didn't get home 'till late, and went to bed straight away. So Bobby didn't get a chance to see or speak to her the rest of that day. The following day, Alison continued the iceberg routine, and started packing up his things, keeping her conversation upbeat and neutral, talking about college and what his plans were, anything but confronting the elephant in the room.
Bobby could see that she was determined to get him away from home as soon as possible; and short of forcing himself on her, there was no way he was going to get anything soon. So he resigned himself to go along with things for now. He'd awoken with her hand on his cock on the plane, so she could talk about work and college all she liked; but he knew she wanted him.
The drive took them about 2 hours; and Alison played music most of the way, to fill the awkward silence and questions that might surface. Bobby kept quiet for now. Arguing with his mom wasn't going to get him anywhere when she was in this kind of mood; so he decided to bide his time instead. As they arrived at college, the buildings looked cold and forbidding., most of the faculty and students still on holiday. The place had a slightly eerie, abandoned quality. Alison found the admissions office and sorted out the paperwork, before helping Bobby carry his boxes and suitcases up to his room.
She busied herself with helping unpack and arranging his things, now entirely in 'mom mode", and able to distract herself from Bobby. Bobby allowed her to take charge, not that there was much use stopping her, until she finally she ran out of things to unpack and tidy up.
