High Anxiety Ch. 06

CHAPTER 6 -- Back to Reality

"I know I said that this would be a day or two only thing Mom, but I want more."

"I was afraid of this, Bran. We can't. It's not healthy for you and I'm terribly afraid we're going to damage progress towards a life on your own. You need a girlfriend your age who shares your interests."

"We talked about this, mom. Meeting a girl with my anxiety issues will be impossible, and even I managed it, she would dump my ass in a second when she realized how damaged I am."

"This is not up for discussion, son." Ann folded her arms across her chest, a sure sign she was digging her heels in and the discussion was indeed over.

Brandon felt a deep sadness hit him, a feeling of profound loss. He turned his back on his mother and mumbled, "I'm going to take a hot bath to warm up."

Brandon headed for the bathroom, running a hot bath, stripping down and sliding into the water. It was so hot it made his feet hurt. He sat in the tub and contemplated the past couple of days, still feeling depressed. Why couldn't she see how good this was for both of them? He felt rejected, hurt, even angry. Fuck her for toying with him like that. Suddenly the bathroom door opened, and his mother walked in, wearing her white terry bathrobe. He had a brief instant of disassociation where an instinct to cover his nudity seized him, but didn't move and just stared resentfully at her.

"The day's not quite over Bran, and I need a bath myself." She untied the robe and let it fall to the floor, exposing her nakedness. Her pendulous breasts and slightly bulging tummy made Brandon's cock twitch. She slid in behind him and wrapped her arms around him, pressing her soft breasts into his back.

"I know it's confusing and you must feel rejected, sweetie. I love you more than life itself and I just want to make sure you're the best version of yourself you can be." She kissed the back of his neck, making him shiver. "Like I said, the day isn't over. I can give you one last bit of pleasure and then we're back to normal." She lowered her hands to wrap her fingers around his erection under the water. "I can just hug you and stroke you and make you feel warm and safe. How does that sound?"

Brandon's fury reignited at her touch and words and he pulled her hand off his cock, somewhat roughly. "Mom, you've made your stance clear. You don't really want me and I don't think I want you in here right now."

Ann's chest tightened at Brandon's words and she felt diminished and cheap. She thought one more nice experience with him would be a good send off, but she obviously errored. Her selfishly wanting one more experience herself and using the excuse of the day not being done was flimsy. She stood up, dripping, and stepped out of the tub, whispering, "I'm so sorry, baby."

Brandon watched his mom grab a towel and dry off, her back to him as if she couldn't face him. When she bent over to dry her feet and legs, he got a clear view of her dangling pussy lips and brown sphincter, surrounded by a light ring of hair. The sight washed away most of his anger, replacing it with lust. God, her ass was magnificent, and seeing her forbidden dirty hole gave him a naughty thrill beyond anything he'd experienced before. Ann left the bathroom, and Brandon lay back in the tub, his chest and cock out of the water. He let his mind wander in fantasy as he started to stroke himself there in the tub.

In his fantasy, he was back in his mother's bed. He had talked her into anal due to her not being on birth control. In his mind, he was on his knees behind Ann, who was on all fours. Brandon lay in the tub and jacked his cock with long firm strokes as he imagined his mother reminding him to be slow and gentle with her. He pictured the swell of her wide ass and hips, the sides of her dangling tits visible on either side of her torso. He kissed her buttocks and then gave her anus a firm lick before sliding a lubed finger slowly into her ass. He imagined it being warm and tight as he moved it back and forth, adding a second finger. After lubing his cock, he pressed it against her sphincter, feeling a little resistance before the head slid in. He copied the scene in his mind's eye with his hand by making a tight circle with just his pinky and thumb and sliding it over his cock head as he lay in the tub. He slowly slid his full length into his mother's ass, continuing to copy the scene with his hand on his cock. He imagined his pubes smashed against her soft buttocks before he started to butt fuck her with smooth stokes, making her moan. He gripped her hips and sped up his thrusting, his hand tight around his cock. In no time, he was reaching his climax as he imagined fucking his mom in her ass. He broke the fantasy for a second to wonder if his ejaculation could shoot far enough to hit his mouth so he could taste what his mother craved so. He moaned and shuddered as the first rope of warm cum shot onto his chest, followed by more that hit the bath water, sinking onto his legs under the water and bottom of the tub in pearly globs.

His curiosity about tasting his release disappeared almost immediately and he wondered at even entertaining the thought. He felt exhausted, relaxed, and sad. He had to help push the globs of semen in the water down the drain after he dried off. He headed to his room, wondering how he was going to handle the next few days.

Ann went to bed early, setting her alarm for work and lay in bed beating herself up. How could she have fallen for Brandon's advances? It was such a terrible and irresponsible thing to do. They had to get their relationship back to normal. They had to, no matter what and she would be firm and loving in making sure it happened.

Brandon woke up in the morning and got ready for school. His sadness had been replaced by determination. He seduced her once; he could do it again. He smelled coffee and entered the kitchen, his mom in her work clothes standing at the counter pouring herself a cup of coffee. He came up behind her and kissed her neck, running a hand over her bottom. 'Morning, mom."

Ann stiffened and slapped his hand away. "None of that, Brandon. I was deadly serious that there was no more of this inappropriateness."

"You liked me kissing your neck just now. Deny it."

"Doesn't matter, Bran. Not happening again."

Brandon moved closer to her putting his hands on her hips and kissing her neck again as she tried to lean away from him.

"Brandon! I said no!"

He advanced on her again, his arms open for an embrace. Ann became angry. Both for his disobedience of her wishes as well as his refusal to take no from a woman on his advances. By God, she was not raising a little date rapist. She slapped him across the face. "Brandon. I. Said. No." Ann's face was red, her eyes steely as she stared down her son. "How dare you. I am beyond disappointed. You never, ever, ever force yourself on a woman, Bran. Do you hear me? Do you understand me?" She was shouting by the time she was finished.

Brandon was crushed. His cheek stung from her slap and his spirit stung from her rebuke, her words making him understand the wrongness of his actions. He slunk out of the kitchen. Ann called after him, "We're leaving for school in 20 minutes. Be ready."

That afternoon after school Brandon went straight to his room and lay on the bed. He was so fucking sad and hurt. Was this what it was like when someone broke up with you and you couldn't handle it? He cried as he lay there, thinking of the cuddling, and kissing, and the orgasms and her body and his heart ached. He said nothing at dinner, ignoring his mother's questions about his day or grunting one-word answers. He went back to his room immediately after dinner, not bothering to help her clean up after the meal. The next day, Thursday, Brandon told his mom he was sick and didn't go to school.

Ann worried about her son, knowing his "illness" was just heartbreak, but she indulged him the one-day break from school. He would get over it in time, just as she had gotten over her high school breakups. She did have a worry in the back of her mind, though. What if Brandon getting over her was the end of their closeness? What if they never again found their footing as mother and son?

Ann made Brandon go to school on Friday. Partially because he needed to stop wallowing in his room and partially because Ann needed her Friday self-care day. She was feeling deprived and horny after cutting off the fooling around with her son. She stripped down to her panties and started the process of making fake cum on the stovetop. As she worked, she thought about finding out Brandon used her panties and discovered his warm cum in them in the dirty clothes hamper. They could still do that, right? It was zero contact and no harm done. She hated herself as she gave in to this weakness, needing his semen. She would try to get her panties extra aromatic and juicy for him today. She carried the saucepan of fake cum into her bedroom and lay down on the bed.

Ann had always before fantasized about her late husband when she masturbated. As she kissed her dildo and rubbed her clit through her panties, she caught herself thinking of Brandon's wiry torso, his chest free of hair except for a trace around his nipples. She imagined herself kissing her way down his stomach, finding his trail to happiness, the hairs become slick with her saliva as she moved towards his beautiful cock. She slid her hand into her panties, coating her fingers with her arousal to smear it on the dildo so she could pretend she was cleaning her son's pre-cum off his glans. She worked two fingers into her pussy as she licked the kissed the dildo. She got on her hands and knees, her breasts torpedo shaped as they hung down. She held the dildo, base on the bed so she could pretend she was going down on Bran and slide the fake cock deep into her mouth as she fingered herself. She worked the length of dildo in and out of her mouth, her full lips sliding over the material, coating it in saliva. She imagined giving Bran a surprise and tried to take the cock into her throat. To her astonishment, she didn't gag, but it made her throat a little sore and she had tears running down her face from the effort and was absolutely drooling all over her bedding. She moved her now sopping wet fingers to her clit, massaging it as she sucked the fake dick, imagining her moans were Brandon's as she pleasured him.

She paused to load up the syringe on the squirting dildo with the warm cum in the saucepan and went back to sucking the dick as she brought herself closer and closer to orgasm. With she went over the edge, pushing the plunger of the syringe down to make the dildo fill her waiting mouth with the concoction. It was erotic, but not the same as the real stuff and she had to force herself to let the fantasy take her over again. The cum leaked out of the corners of her mouth and she pretended she was giving him another cum play show, opening her mouth and pushing the stuff back in. She spit it into her palm and licked it off again as she rode her orgasm out.

Her panties were wet, but Ann wanted them sopping wet so they would be permeated with her aroma when Bran got home from school. She took them off and lay on her back and began to stuff them into her pussy. She massaged her clit as she worked the material inside of her, imaging Bran was exploring her pussy, licking her, sucking on her clit, smearing her fluid all over his face. She came again, explosively as she imagined how thrilled he would be at finding her well-used panties.

After her play session, she put the panties on the very top of the clothes piled in the hamper and got dressed. She ran her errands and did dinner prep while she waited for him to come home and find her gift for him.

When Brandon came home, he headed for the bathroom as he always did, and Ann resisted the urge to lurk outside the door. Brandon lifted the lid of the hamper, fearing both finding and not finding the stained panties he jerked off to every Friday. There they were. He touched them, finding them still slightly damp, which was a first. When he brought them to his face, he was overwhelmed by the scent of his mother and was thrown back into the memory of being under the covers, eating her out for the first and last time. He read someplace that smell evoked the strongest feelings of nostalgia of all the senses, and he believed it now. He couldn't go on like this, so sad and so rejected. He made a decision in that moment. He opened the medicine cabinet then headed to his room.

Ann padded into the bathroom, hoping to find her panties full of Brandon's warm spunk. A look of puzzled consternation crossed her face when she discovered them with no ejaculate on them. She knocked lightly on Brandon's door, calling through it. "You okay, honey?"

"Fine, mom." His reply was soft, slightly muffled by the door. She went into the living room and watched some TV, worrying about her son. After an hour, she started dinner and called out for him to join her in the kitchen when it was ready, another hour later. He didn't come out of his room and didn't reply. Ann knocked on his door again and called out, thinking he must have fallen asleep. He still didn't answer.

When she entered his room, he was lying on his back, eyes closed, and she smiled slightly at the sight of him sleeping. Her smile vanished when she saw a pill bottle beside him. She ran to the bed and looked at the bottle, seeing her the prescription was for her pain pills from her broken arm, the bottle empty.

"No, no no. Bran, no God, no."

She shook him and checked his breathing. It was soft and shallow, and he did not wake up. Ann burst into tears, sobbing as she dialed 911. Her world collapsed in on her as she frantically conveyed information and answered questions on the phone. She screamed at the operator to hurry. She crawled into bed with Brandon and hugged him tightly, hating herself and not understanding the situation she found herself in.

The hospital room was quiet and dimly lit. Ann sat in a chair, mentally exhausted as she watched Bran sleep. They had pumped his stomach and mitigated the effects of the narcotic, leaving him looking frail laying in the bed. The doctor had walked her through the steps they would have to take with him, giving him a psych evaluation, possibly temporarily committing him for his own safety, depending on the results of the exam.

She was torn with the emotions of loving her son so deeply it hurt but also fear that he might disclose the cause of his actions as an inappropriate relationship with his own mother. It wouldn't matter; she told herself. She would endure any stigma, any embarrassment if it meant her son was okay and would recover. She knew in that moment she couldn't live without him. That stark realization flipped something in Ann and she knew that if she could reestablish some trust with her son, she would go along with his desire for a relationship that went beyond that of mother and son.

She moved out the chair to stand at the bedside, watching him. Glancing over her shoulder, she slipped her hand under the bed covers, finding his gown and moving it aside. She took his flaccid penis in her fingers, marveling at the softness of it and how it could get so hard. As she fondled him, she felt him grow in her hand and looked at his face to see if he was waking. He remained asleep as she stoked him under the covers to full turgidity. She explored his hardness, feeling herself get wet and she realized she had been resisting something that she had wanted badly. Something wrong perhaps, but this was worse than whatever else could have resulted. Standing in this hospital room, her son almost dying. Fuck convention, right? The thought was freeing, she realized.

Ann was tempted to bring Bran to climax there in the hospital room, but realized she was being reckless, her feelings all over the place. She adjusted his gown and covers and sat back down, waiting for him to wake.

Eventually, Brandon's eyes opened. He stared at his mother sitting beside him, trying to discern what she was thinking. Was she pissed at him? Sad? Something else? "Um, hey. How much trouble am I in?"

Ann stood and hugged him tightly. "Baby, you're not in trouble. I mean, the doctors are going to have to evaluate you. You know, for mental stuff."

"Shit. Are they going to lock me up in a mental ward?"

"Not if you can convince them you're no longer a danger to yourself. Are you?"

"I don't think so?"

"Bran... I did have a realization while I sat in here with you. I want to try again."

Brandon looked at her warily. "Try what again?"

"Our special relationship, dear."

Brandon looked hurt and vulnerable lying there, dark circles under his eyes. "You're just saying that. You know, 'cause you're afraid I'll off myself."

"No, Bran. That's not it at all. Almost losing you made me realize how much I Iove you. And that includes our most intimate moments." She paused, willing him to believe her. He stared at her, looking cautious. It seemed she would have to earn his trust back. She slipped her hand back under the cover and gave his cock a little fondle.

"I touched you while you were sleeping. I couldn't help myself."

"You did? Is my gown a mess?" He raised the sheet to look.

"I just played with it a little bit, don't worry. If I didn't expect a nurse to come in here in any minute, I'd give you a welcome back to the world blowjob." She winked at him as she stroked him back to fully erect. Just then a nurse came in and Ann sat down, hurriedly. If the nurse noticed Brandon's erection, she gave no sign of it, checking his vitals and leaving again.

The next day, Brandon was able to go home, passing the evaluation, blaming the episode on being stupidly dramatic about a breakup with his girlfriend. The doctors told Ann that even though Brandon wasn't an apparent danger to himself at the moment, attempting suicide over a breakup wasn't normal and he needed to see a therapist and possibly get on some medication. Ann signed as she thought about the costs but also knew her son could benefit from therapy for a variety of reasons.

"I made your favorite for dinner tonight, Bran. Enchilada pie."

"Thanks, mom."

"How are you, Bran? I mean, how far away from normal are you right now?"

"I think I'm okay."

"Do you need some space?"

"I'm good, mom. I'm looking forward to dinner with you, honestly."

"I love you so much, Bran." She kissed him chastely on the forehead, paused, then moved her mouth down to his, giving him a loving, lingering kiss on the lips.

Brandon felt his pulse race as she kissed him, still afraid to trust this new reality, "Love you too, mom."

They sat and ate, chatting softly about school and his impending therapy sessions. When they came to a lull in the conversation, Ann asked him a question. "I asked you if you needed space earlier. Would you like to sleep in my room tonight?"

Brandon looked up in surprise. "Yeah, I would like that."

The two of them headed to Ann's room, hand in hand.

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Author's note: heading out on vacation. Story continues in a week or two and will have actual, real sex in it. I am learning from the comments that the horny dudes who read stories on this site dislike slow burn foreplay as much as horny dudes in real life. I will adjust accordingly.