High Anxiety Ch. 05

CHAPTER 5 -- Tuesday Regrets

Ann lay in bed listening to Brandon's breathing as he lay sleeping. The sun was starting to illuminate the room, but it was cold enough that Ann could see her breath as she lay on her side, back to her son. Her head hurt and she felt nauseous, whether from the hangover or thinking about what she did last night she wasn't sure. She thought back to the kissing and heavy petting and understood how they got there. It was natural to crave that kind of intimacy from someone else and the snowstorm created a feeling of isolation and respite from the troubles of a busy world outside. She wasn't proud she crossed an intimacy line with her son, but she understood it. The kissing and groping with clothes on was fun and probably harmless. What she was struggling with this morning was how everything turned so sexual. She had craved her son's cock and his cum and had sucked him off. And what in the world was she doing playing with his cum, showing it off to him? She wanted to die of embarrassment as she remembered being so slutty for him.

Now what did they do? She sensed the power was still off as it was so cold, so they had another day of being snowed in. She knew she should just stop things and try to go back to normal. The responsible part of her that cared for and worried about her son knew that she needed to head this off as soon as Brandon woke. The part of her that craved being held and kissed was prodding her for one more day of being snowed in with a man who loved her and would show it through his passion for her.

"Good morning, beautiful."

Ann froze at the sound of Brandon's voice, feeling an arm wrap around her as he pressed his warm body against hers under the covers. They were both still bottomless and she felt his hard length slide between her ass cheeks, his pubes pressed against her buttocks as he spooned her. She replied automatically as her mind raced for what she should do and say.

"Morning, Bran. Sleep well?"

"Well, my ears were cold, but it was so warm being under the covers with you. I've never slept with someone in a bed like that before and I loved it. Every time I would roll over and be reminded we're in bed together, I would get a warm glow in my chest and feel happy."

Brandon's words conflicted Ann, she loved being appreciated but was wracked with guilt and embarrassment. She so did not want to have this conversation with him.

"I'm afraid, Bran. Of not being able to undo what we did. That what we did will harm you and our relationship. That what I did, acting so wanton with you will make you lose respect for me. That you will think your mom is a freak, a slut." She sighed and a tear ran down her cheek, unseen by Brandon.

"Ann, no -- stop."

"Bran, I know what you're doing. Call me mom."

"Okay. Mom. Stop, please. Last night was amazing. You taught me how to please a woman. Your mouth on me was the most amazing thing I've ever experienced in my life. Think about that for a second. Last night you gave me the most amazing experience of my life. And afterwards, watching what you did with my stuff in your mouth. It was the sexiest thing I've ever seen. I can't stop thinking about it, but in the best way possible. You are an amazing woman, mom."

"But I'm meant to be your mother, Bran. Not your lover, or your weird old girlfriend or whatever. We can't take what we did back, but we can stop it here. No more of this special hideaway from the world, okay?"

Bran pulled Ann tighter to him and kissed the back of her neck, making her shiver and become aware again of the hardness between her buttocks. "Mom, we both need this. The power will come on later today and they'll clear the streets and we'll go back to normal. In the meantime, let's just enjoy this. We'll cuddle and kiss and what's the harm in that?"

Ann sighed. "You make this seem so... reasonable, Bran. Just kissing and cuddling, okay?"

"Oh course, mom." Brandon kissed the back of her neck again as he spooned her, arm under her breasts. He nudged her to roll over and face him, smiling at her as he hoped to change the slightly worried expression on her face. He cupped her cheek in his hand. "You are so lovely, mom and I love you so much." He leaned in and kissed her tenderly, slipping his tongue into her mouth. Ann returned the kiss, marveling at how much she missed this simple act of love and passion.

The kiss deepened and Brandon then pulled away for a second. "Can I take my shirt off so I can feel your boobs against my chest?"

"I don't know, Brandon. That makes you totally naked and that's definitely not a good idea."

"It's just a shirt and I've been pantsless all night, mom. It's not like I'm going to trip and my dick's gonna accidentally fall into your coochie."

"Brandon!" Ann tried to hold her scandalized expression, but they both burst out laughing. "You are so bad, Bran."

Brandon quickly removed his shirt before she could change her mind and pressed his chest against her warm soft breasts. "God, they are so amazing. Soft and warm and just perfect." He kissed her mouth again and then lowered his head to nuzzle and kiss her neck. He felt her shiver and he moved his mouth to her nipple, teasing it with his tongue, sucking gently as he felt it stiffen between his lips.

They made out like teenagers in the back of a car for a bit, kissing, caressing skin, grinding against one another as they became more and more aroused. Brandon was gripping her large ass cheek with one hand, his erection rubbing through the curls of her pubes, smearing slick pre-cum on them as they moaned into one another's mouths. Brandon knew he shouldn't say what he was about to, but he was powerless to stop himself.

As she and Brandon kissed, pressing their nakedness against one another, Ann felt her resolve slipping as she got more and more worked up. His hard length kept pressing against her legs and stomach and pubes as their makeout session got more and more intense. She felt his pre-cum getting smeared on her skin and moaned at the thought of it. She knew her pussy was sopping wet and she could feel her juices leaking onto her inner thighs. She was about to take his cock into her hand when his words froze her.

"I want to make love to you, mom."

She wanted him inside of her. Badly. But there was no way. "Brandon, what happened to just making out?"

"I want the ultimate intimacy with you, mom. I need to be connected with you at that level."

"There's no way. I'm not on birth control and I am not taking your virginity."

Mom, listen to me. I don't want to fuck you. I want to make love to you."

"Bran, honey..."

"Well, at least let me return the favor from last night and go down on you."

"Bran, I haven't showered. I can smell myself from here."

"And I love it, mom. Your scent is so sexy. Um, I probably shouldn't admit this, but I sometimes use your panties."

"I found that out Friday when I did the laundry and you didn't put them all the way back in the hamper."

"Oh. Are you mad?"

"No, I'm not mad, sweetie. It's cute. Or flattering, maybe. Do you just stroke yourself with them and then cum into them?"

"Um, I smell them. And lick them. They smell so much better on Fridays. Is that just in my head?"

Ann flushed, both with the thought of Bran smelling and licking her underwear, as well as with embarrassment at what she was about to confess. She enjoyed having an adult conversation, but was still uncomfortable with this particular subject.

"Well, I have the house to myself on Fridays and I use a toy to um, you know."

"Wow. That's really hot, mom."

Ann flushed at Brandon's words. Sharing her secret him and him finding it hot was special. And arousing.

"Mom, let me make love to you."

The words almost collapsed her resolve. A compromise entered her mind in that moment.

"Stay here, Bran. I'll be right back." She got out of bed, naked and freezing and headed to the bathroom in the hall.

Bran watched her get up and leave. Her nakedness was so erotic. Her breasts drooped down, yes, but they were so full and ripe. Those wide hips and large buttocks that swayed so enticingly when she walked. He reached down and stroked his cock as he watched her walk out of the room.

Ann scampered back into the bedroom, her breasts swaying and bouncing as she almost jumped into the bed to get out of the cold. She had a bottle of lube in her hand. "We'll make love, Bran. Sort of. I'll make a tunnel with my hands down by my pussy and spread my legs. You can lay on top of me and make love to my hands."

"Mom, c'mon."

"Best offer you're going get this morning, hon."

Ann lubed up her hands and lay down with legs spread, her hands down by crotch. "Come on, Bran. Make love to me."

Bran took in the sight of his naked mother, her soft curves, the wetness on her inner thighs and thought it was the sexiest woman he had ever seen. And she was right here, in person. For him. He positioned himself between her legs, missionary style, being careful to not put any weight on his mother.

"You can put a little weight on me, Bran." He kept most of his weight on his elbows, but sunk down some, relishing the feel of her soft skin against his, down the length of their bodies. He was nose to nose with his mother now and stared into her eyes.

"This is really nice, mom."

Yes, it is, sweetie. Now you can enter me. Go slow, okay? Sometimes we like it hard and fast but always assume slow and gentle to start. Give me a second to adjust when you slide into me."

"Mom? I thought we weren't going to actually have sex."

"We're not. Just pretend and go with the flow."

Ann reached out and found his cock head, helping him to position it at the entrance of the tunnel she made with her lubed up hands. Her thumbs rested on her clit and she lightly rubbed herself as he slowly slid his hard length into her hands. She kept her grip fairly tight. "You feel so good inside of me, baby. You're stretching me out in the best way possible."

Bran looked a little confused at her words and she silently willed him to just go with it. He seemed to come to a realization and replied to her. "How does it feel? Can I start to move now."

"Yes, baby. Make love to me."

Bran moved his hips, sliding his slowly cock in and out of Ann's hands as he kissed her, tenderly. He felt his mother work her tongue into his mouth and the kiss turned passionate.

Ann broke the kiss and nuzzled his neck. "How is it, Bran?"

"It feels really great and I love feeling this close to you."

Ann rubbed her clit with her thumbs as Bran fucked her hands. She craved his cock in her pussy, but steeled her resolve to take this half measure. She could get off doing this, she was sure. Suddenly, Bran stopped, panting. "Shit, I'm gonna cum."

Ann smiled endearingly at him. "Just pause, then. I'll make my "pussy" a little less tight for you. They kissed as Bran lay on top of her, unmoving as he backed away from his orgasm.

Ann loosened her grip on his cock, but kept rubbing her clit, the lube and his pre-cum making a slick mixture to heighten her pleasure. "Let's cum together, baby. Start back whenever you feel up to it and give me about a minute's notice before you cum, okay?"

Brandon nodded and started moving his hips again, sliding in and out of her hand tunnel. He moaned in pleasant shock when Ann's lips brushed his earlobe as she whispered to him. "Your cock is so amazing, Bran. You fill me up so perfectly. I can't wait to feel your hot cum filling up my pussy." Feeling a little awkward, he replied in kind.

"Your pussy is so wet and hot. I'm going to blast my hot load deep inside of you."

Ann could sense Brandon's embarrassment as he talked dirty to her, but it got her hot and bothered, hearing him talk about cumming inside of her.

"Give it to me, Bran. Fill me up."

"Shit, I'm gonna cum!"

Ann rubbed her clit hard and fast with her thumbs, pushing herself to climax as she felt Brand shudder on top of her and warm fluid filled her grip. He thrust into her grip in jerky movements as jet after jet of thick jizz coated her hands. She moaned and cried out through her own orgasm. She kissed him tenderly on the lips and nose as he lay panting on top of her.

"I know it wasn't the real thing honey, but you did great. Now roll off of me so I can clean up." She held her hands up, thick pearly fluid coating them, a white strand dangling down.

He watched her, thinking about how eagerly she devoured his cum the night before. "You can, you know -- use your tongue if you're wanting to. It won't weird me out."

Ann controlled her expression as Brandon seemed to read her mind. She desired to do exactly that, but not in front of him. "I'll be right back, Bran." She padded out of the room to the bathroom. Even after her orgasm, her pussy almost ached with the need to be filled with cock. She stared at herself in the bathroom mirror, feeling horny as hell. She turned away, not wanting to watch her debase herself. She raised her hands to her face, inhaling the scent of his cum. She opened her mouth to take in the dangling strand of semen, sucking it past her lips. She then stuck one finger in her mouth, tasting the thick warmth that coated her tongue in such a delightful way. She moaned softly and licked some of the stuff off her palm. A glob of it stuck to her lower lip and she sucked it into her mouth. When she had about half his ejaculate in her mouth, she closed her eyes and slowly swirled it around, savoring the taste as it coated her teeth and tongue. She sensed the remainder of the jizz starting to cool on her hands so she swallowed what was in her mouth and plunged her fingers back in, sucking on them greedily. After swallowing the rest, she wiped off her face with a hand towel, shivering in the cold bathroom and trotted back to her bed where Bran waited.

She slid under the covers, shivering violently. "Come here and warm your poor mother up, Bran." He slid over to her and put her arms around her, her breasts mashed against his chest. He kissed her with tongue, and she returned it, still feeling horny after her dirty snack. Bran broke the kiss, his face inches from hers.

"I can smell my cum on your breath, mom. And I think I taste it a little. You don't need to hide it from me." Ann squeezed her eyes shut in embarrassment, kicking herself for not rinsing her mouth.

"Crap, I am so sorry, Bran. It's probably making you want to throw up."

"It's not actually. I love that you apparently love me and my cum. What does it taste like?"

"I cannot believe we're having this conversation. It tastes like... I don't know. Kind of like snot, maybe? It's pretty neutral, but has a uniqueness that's almost a little bitter. That sounds even grosser than eating semen, now that I've said it out loud. Do you think I'm a weirdo?"

"Mom, it's totally hot. I would never had imagined my sweet mother loving the taste of cum. I want to taste you now, though,"

"Bran, I told you I need a shower."

"You better not wash that amazing scent off of you, mom." He wormed his way under the covers, kissing his way down her belly, nuzzling her thick thatch of pubic hair, her scent powerful under the covers near her pussy.

Ann made a half-hearted attempt to stop him, horny and ready for some more attention on her sopping snatch. She made a little show of resisting him parting her legs, then lay back, ready to have her pussy eaten for the first time in years.

Brandon prised his mother's thighs apart and was almost overwhelmed by the womanly scent between her legs. It was musky, alluring, full of promises of yet to be discovered delights. It was dimly lit under the blankets so Brandon couldn't get the full view he desired. He could see the glint of slick fluid on her thighs and in her cleft. He pushed her knees up so he had more access and licked her from asshole to clit. He felt her twitch when his tongue passed over her sphincter and he wondered if that was just from shock or if she liked it. He had seen people eating ass in porn videos, but never thought people really did that in real life.

His first taste of pussy made his head spin. It was slightly tangy, salty, and was impossible to separate from her scent. Her labia protruded and he licked them, then gently sucked them into his mouth. When his tongue parted them, he found the source of the wetness, the taste magnified, the fluid slick. He wanted to bury his face in the sopping mess and did just that, smearing the fluid all over his chin and cheeks and nose. A little unsure of himself, he plunged his tongue in and out of her entrance, wondering if this was what you were supposed to do when you ate pussy.

Ann jumped when Brandon first touched her with his tongue, surprised to feel it on her butthole. She enjoyed a little light teasing of her sensitive ring, but licking it seemed dirty. She moaned softly when he licked her cleft and sucked on her nether lips. His tongue in her vagina was nice, but her little button needed some attention. She reached under the covers and ran her fingers through his hair, gently guiding him higher to her clit. "Oh, yes. That's the spot, honey. Keep your tongue there and use your fingers lower."

Brandon licked and sucked on his mother's clit, feeling proud of himself for her moans of pleasure. He slid a finger inside of her, working it in and out of her entrance. Her pussy was soaked, juices running down her thighs and he played in the liquid, lightly rubbing it into the skin of her inner thighs, then gently tracing patterns in the wetness that coated her ass cheeks. His lubed finger touched her sphincter, and he again felt her jump. Determined to figure out the mystery of her butthole, he lowered his tongue and licked her starfish.

"Brandon, that's dirty. Don't do that."

"Does it feel good?"

"Yes, but it's dirty."

He pressed the flat of his tongue firmly against her sphincter, moving it back and forth as he massaged her clit with his fingers. Her ass tasted of her pussy juices, not unpleasant at all. Feeling bolder, he inserted his tongue into her anus and discovered a sharply bitter taste. He removed his tongue and concentrated on the outside of her anus while he massaged her clit, wondering if he had just tasted poop.

"Bran, that's enough of that, honey. Lick me higher up."

Brandon moved his mouth back to her clit, licking it faster as he sensed her pleasure from it and finger fucked her at the same time. As his tongue started to tire and he wondered if he was doing it all wrong, he felt her tense up and her hands grabbed at his hair.

"Yes, fuck yes!"

Under the covers, Brandon grinned fiercely as he heard his prim and proper mother use the f word as she came. Impossibly, her pussy seemed to get even wetter. When her moans and trembling stopped, he slithered back up the bed out of the covers, his face slick with her juices, his nostrils full of her scent.

"I liked that, mom. I liked it a lot."

"You did amazing, honey. I loved it." Ann smiled at him, stroking his face, worried her juices and scent were too much. "You're sure you liked doing that?"

"God, I can't get enough. Making you feel that good, the taste, the smell of you. I don't want to wash it off."

Just then, the sound of the electricity coming back on interrupted them, the house coming back to life as it filled with hums and clicks of appliances and gadgets. Ann's phone chirped from the nightstand as it registered that it was charging. It was all ending. Their hideaway from the hustle and bustle of society, their special place, was disappearing around them as the world seeped back into their lives. Ann smiled sadly at her son, knowing she couldn't give into temptation any longer. Brandon stared back her, determinedly.

"Love you, Bran."

"I love you, mom."