A Mother's Gentle Gift Ch. 02

A short time after dinner, my mom appeared from her room and walked straight into the kitchen. I'd already finished eating and wanted a shower, my brain humming with the next move in my plan. I ran ran in the bathroom, filled the tub, striped, and got myself nice and hard before I jumped in the warm water. Then I yelled: "Mom, I forgot my underwear. Can you grab some for me?"

"Sure," she replied from outside.

A moment later, she shouted, "Ryan, here you go!"

"Mom, I'm in the tub. Can you bring them in?"

She waited a moment before opening the door, and extended an arm holding the underwear, her head turned away from me, not looking at the naked me in the tub. "Here, take them quick."

"Mom, get a little closer, I can't reach."

She turned and entered the bathroom and I used it as an excuse to stand up and walk into the bathroom too and head for the panties. She gasped, then spun around as the underwear fell to the floor. I was sure she'd seen my stiff, red-hot cock, redder still from the hot water.

"Mom, what's wrong? Now they're all wet."

"Ryan, what are you doing?"

"Come on, Mom, I'm your son. It's not like you'd never seen me.

She got me another pair not long after that, and this time I didn't argue. I knew that if I was too hasty, things would backfire. When my bath was complete, I saw that Mom was at her vanity, looking dazed, mentally preoccupied.

"Mom, get out here for a sec."

"What is it?" she said, emerging into the hall.

"You look so gorgeous today. You can't just stay bottled up in your house. We are coming outside and I'm going to show you off."

"Show off what? I'm just..."

"Mom, come on, you're all done up. Keeping it in the house is such a waste. And I also need to prove something."

"Prove what?"

"You look so good, it's like you could be my sister."

"You're always such a charmer," she said, a grin bubbling up.

"Let's go out. You're my date for the day."

"Ryan, after all that talk about girlfriends, in the end do you just want one, no matter what?"

"Of course. What normal guy doesn't? I'm not gay, you know."

"Then why haven't I seen you with anyone when you're twenty?"

"It's not that I don't try. Girls just don't seem to fancy your son."

"Don't be too picky. If you happen upon a good one, make a move."

"We'll see. So, Mom, you in or not?"

"In for what?"

"Being my... you know..."

"Alright, alright. When did you become so clinging? I'll go as your date for the night so you're not single forever."

"Awesome!" I nearly jumped with excitement.

As we prepared to leave, I saw Mom bend over to slip in her heels. Her white skirt was so tight around her hips I could make out her panties. She'd ditched the shapewear. When we got outside, I grabbed her hand and we walked as if we were together. She lay wilted in my hand at first, then one by one she began to grip and it made me so happy.

By 8 p. m. that evening, we'd had enough of shopping. I put a movie forward, but the showtime was an hour later. Then I had an idea. "We'll hit an MTV lounge." Mom had never attended one either and was intrigued, so she accepted.

In the lounge, we chose a drama, because I had seen my mom watch movies only as they played on basic cable. She was in the dark about new releases, which gave way to yet another outrageous scheme. She gazed around the private booth: a giant seventy-two-inch TV and a plush sofa. I asked to go to the bathroom and switched out movie for a sexy R-rated rental at the counter.

The movie had been on for 15 or so minutes when Mom realized something was wrong as graphic scenes filled the screen. "Ryan, did they accidentally play the wrong movie?"

"Seems like it. Want me to check?"

"Well... if they can't flip it, that's OK. We've already watched this much."

"Alright."

I exited, loitering outside to afford her some privacy with the movie and pretend to get my act together. When I got back, she said, "No dice, huh? Well, let's just finish it."

I was sitting next to her, looking out of the corner of my eye at her reactions. Her breast heaved, her hands worked, telling of the conflict within. Feeling that the time was right, I put my arm around her and settled it on her shoulder. She didn't pull away. Encouraged, I drew her gently toward me, and she nestled against me, lying her head on my shoulder as a sweetheart would.

I glanced down, and through her undone buttons saw down her open shirt: full round breasts spilling out barely contained by the pink lace bra I'd bought her that morning. The sight thrilled me. As the movie went on, her hand drifted down to my leg. I copied her and put my hand on her thigh which was also covered with black sto[ckings]. I could feel her shiver, but we sat perfectly still.

The action heated up, and I started stroking her thigh higher and higher. She sighed softly as she closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation. I raised her skirt and discovered the corresponding pink panties, the material soaked, slightly transparent at its core. She was definitely turned on and oblivious to how much of her body was on display.

I repressed the impulse to take it further, knowing that the timing and the setting were all wrong. After the movie ended, Mom snapped back to the real world, frantically tugging her skirt down. "Ryan, we should go."

"Where else do you want to hit, Mom?"

"No, I'm... not feeling great. Let's head home."

She didn't say a word all the way home. And at home, approaching 11, she stated: "Ryan, I'm going to bed. Don't stay up too late."

I gave her twenty minutes and then crept in her room. She was in bed, awake, under the covers. "Ryan, what's up?"

"I can't sleep. You too, huh?"

"Ryan, what are you thinking?" There was a tremor in her voice.

"Nothing, Ijust... I- I had so much fun with you as my date tonight. I wanted to thank you."

"Silly boy."

"But you know, the day's not over yet. We've got an hour left."

"What's that plotting brain of yours up to now?"

"I really just want some friends to hang out with my girlfriend for a little bit more."

"Oh, you. Well, how do I entertain you?"

I said nothing; I just got in the bed, under the covers and lay snuggled up next to her before she could object. "I want my girlfriend to sleep in bed with me."

"No, Ryan, you cannot... Get out, this is not OK," she stammered, taken aback by the advance.

And when I graced against her back, I knew she was only in the pink lingerie. "Mom, I... I'm sorry."

She stayed silent.

"I'll go," I said, about to storm out, cursing myself for overdoing it.

"Ryan, wait. I promised you, so... stay."

The room filled with awkwardness. We lay there in silence until she rolled over, still silent. I knew how tangled her emotions were, and I didn't want to move until I had a sense of what she was thinking. I began to rise, as we had agreed at midnight. Then she spoke.

"Ryan, spend the night here and sleep here. You don't have to run around.

"Alright, Mom. Get some rest. I won't bug you."

"You know when you're little?"

"Some things, yeah. Just the same as when Dad got mad, you would sleep with me. I miss the feeling of you holding me."

"Ryan... do you still want that?"

"Mom, I..." I faltered, unsure.

She faced me and made my head go in her chest. Tiny face buried in her soft, large tits, but instead of desire, a strong feeling of cozy warmth, just as a child in his mother's embrace. I put my arms round her naked waist, and to think I fell asleep.

I awoke furious with myself the next morning. I had prepared so well, roused her long-starved appetite only to fumble the evening away. I didn't know where to go next. The day went on in slow motion, and my feelings soured even more after school.

But Mom sounded different, like my work had elicited a response. She was even more stylish the next day and her appearance cheered me up. She had a long shower after dinner. When my turn came, the bathroom was steamed up, and I saw something on the foggy mirror: words traced in condensation. "Hug Mom again." Sophisticated was not the word, but IDGAF. I knew she would not scold me.

At eleven, she went to bed. I sat, 30 minutes transpired, and I crept into her room. She was curled on her side, her covers to her face. I hopped into bed next to her, getting cozy. She was naked except for underwear, a different pair. It wasn't long before I couldn't help myself. I lightly touched her back and she tensed. Encouraged by her stillness, I put my arm around her stomach and stroked it... an arm that inched along her stomach and felt her bra.

Still no resistance. I massaged her breast through the lace and kissed her lower back. She let out a faint moan. I unhooked her bra, and the cloth let go and I slid my hand under, took her breast tightly and tickled at the nipple.

Her moans grew louder. My kisses followed the curve of her shoulder upward to her neck, and there I found a sweet spot that caused her to shiver. I took my hand from her breast and slid it down her stomach to the edge of her panties. And, as I spoke in her ear, I slid my fingers under and touched her fur.

She couldn't hold back. "Ryan, no... we can't... this isn't right," she pleaded, turning to me.

"Mom..."

I draped my hand over the top of her mound, a finger already lightly trailing up from her opening, grazing her clit. It was paralyzing, the feeling had snapped her back to the now. We looked at one another; my hand was paralyzed; the suspense was intense.

Finally, she spoke. "Ryan, we can't. We're mother and son."

I knew I could not falter now, or all would be lost. Instead of words, I acted. I took her nipple in my mouth and sucked softly, my fingers beginning to stir in her panties.

"Ryan, no... stop... please... oh, Ryan, listen to me," she begged.

Neither did I, and I kissed up her neck to her face. Her objections faded and she closed her eyes. I stole that opportunity, I kissed her lips. She resisted at first, but as my fingers worked, her body betrayed her and her lips opened. I let my tongue slip inside and she started to return the favor, sucking gently.

I kissed her hard, a hand squeezing her breast, the other was playing with her now-drenched sex.