No Words a Mother Should Say

Donald was a single father, living alone with his only son, Matthew. They never had a mother as she died at childbirth, so all through Donald's life, he tried to find a suitable mother for his son, but he never managed to find one. That was until he found Charlotte. Charlotte was sort of a loser in many people's eyes. She was beautiful, tall, and thoughtful, but she was a real scaredy cat. She was bullied relentlessly in her younger years, making her scared to talk to strangers and apologising far too much. But Donald saw something else in her. They fell deeply in love, moving in together after just three months of dating. Matthew was getting along well with her, too. But her life crumbled when Donald passed away. Charlotte was heartbroken. She could barely take care of herself, drowning in grief. She rarely went outside, rarely ate anything, and cried herself to sleep every night. Matthew wasn't any better either. He had an apartment he was just about to buy, having saved up for one since he ended school, but his father's passing and Charlotte's deteriorating health made him fear she might fo something drastic.

It was late at night, and Charlotte was wandering aimlessly in the kitchen. She had been rolling in her bed the entire night without a wink of sleep. She took a glass of water and a headache pill to clear her mind, but as with all other sleepless nights, a headache pill never worked.

Matthew was sound asleep in his room, Charlotte pressing her ear against it to listen to him breathe. Hearing him sleep brought at least a smidge of relief to her that she still sort of had a family. But there was silence. A horrible thought occurred in her mind. What if he also had a heart attack? What if he was lying in his bed with his life abandoning his body?

Hastily swinging the door open, she saw Matthew lying with his limbs spread across the bed, breathing heavily. A giant weight was lifted from her nervous shoulders. She sighed deeply, walking up to his bed to take a closer look at him, his blanket barely covering his body. Always the same outfit in bed, boxers with a thin t-shirt.

She sat down beside his legs, placing her hand on his upper thigh as she just watched him breathe. Seeing him at peace made her heart melt. So many sleepless nights. It must be nice to finally sleep for once. Her smile widened as she carefully caressed his thigh. But as she looked up at his face again, his eyes were wide open. She had woken him up.

"Charlotte?" he shyly asked, wondering why his stepmother was in his room in the middle of the night.

"Oh, Matthew. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up," she stopped caressing him, her hand remaining on his thigh. Her face turned regretful, saddened that she woke him up from his deep slumber.

"Are you all right?" Matthew asked as he saw her tired eyes. "You seem awfully down."

"Oh, I'm all right. It's just..." She took a short pause, her long black hair hanging down her face. "It's just so hard sometimes. To feel happy or to feel loved," slowly, she began rubbing his leg again, giving it a firm squeeze, sniffling a little. Their eyes met again, Charlotte smiling warmly before looking back down again. "Every time I see your eyes, it reminds me of your dad, the man I loved so much," she smiled a broken smile, laughing nervously as she tried not to cry in front of her stepson. "You truly have his eyes."

Matthew rose in his bed and placed his hands on hers, both looking up at each other. "I love you, Charlotte, very much. You matter a lot to me, and I never want to hear you say that you don't feel loved," he smiled gently at her. She grabbed his hand and gently pressed it against her cheek. Her cheeks blushed lightly, feeling the warmth of his soft palm.

"You are starting to look more and more like your father, wordwise and looks," she moved closer, closing her eyes as she leaned against his hand. "It has been so hard without your dad in our lives. I have tried my best to be a good mother for you," she opened her eyes to meet his, tearing up as she saw his innocent smile. "I love you, too. So, so very much, Matthew. You're my everything," She parted her lips, curving into a nice smile as she moved in closer to him. The air between them became thinner and thinner. Matthew's adorable smile was irresistible and inviting. But as she realised what she was doing, she pulled away, disgusted by the naughty thoughts that occurred in her head. She pulled away his hand from her cheek, a single tear running down her cheek as she looked down with sorrow. Her dark hair hung over her face, hiding her guilt. "Oh god, Matthew... I almost," she dug her face in her hands, trying her best not to cry. "I'm so terribly sorry, my dear Matthew, I don't know what came over me," her voice cracked, shaking as she took a deep breath. "I've just felt so lost since your father's passing. He was my soulmate, my love, my everything. And now, when he is gone, he has left a dark hole in me I'm so desperately trying to fill in," she looked up between the many strands of hair over her face. "Seeing you like this, holding my face so gently and speaking such nice words, I could've sworn that your father was here with me." She sniffed her nose as she looked down at his body, the faint contours of his muscles glancing through the thin fabric.

Hearing his mother's words felt like daggers through his heart, his eyes watering up slightly. Without warning, he pulled her into a hug, sitting on his knees and arms around her shoulders. She didn't know how to react, the sudden move taking her by surprise. The only thing she could hear was the faint sobs from Matthew. "I know times have been tough since his passing, but we need to remember that we still have each other," Matthew whispered to her. Charlotte gently placed her palms on his back, taking in the faint smell of his aroma. His smell made her heart warm up. "I love you deeply, Charlotte. I want you to know that," Matthew pulled away, his hands still remaining on his shoulders while Charlotte held her hands up to her chest, tugging at the fabric of her dress. "Love is beautiful. Something that should fly free and not be contained behind lock and key," his beautiful words struck a chord in her, gasping for air. She looked for any sign of disgust or loathing, but all she found was his heartwarming eyes. A pink blush spread across her pale cheeks as she felt herself draw closer to her son's conviction. He licked his dry lips, parting them slightly as he moved in closer.

A war raged inside Charlotte's body. She wanted to pull away, feeling like she was doing her dear Donald wrong by falling for his son, but her aching hunger for love held her still. His words echoed in her head. Should she embrace something so terribly wrong, yet something she has desperately been craving for so long? "Matthew?" she gently asked, holding her hands close as she looked up at him. "If we do this, you know there is no coming back from it," placing her hand against his muscular chest, her fingers gently brushing him, she looked deeply into his eyes, desperately waiting for an answer.

"Dad always said to live in the moment and forget the past and present. And this is a present I want to live in," his words were like sugar for her, a single tear running down her cheek. He pressed his soft lips against her lower lip, hers suddenly becoming moist from his saliva. His touch was soft like a feather. Charlotte couldn't help but let out a gasp, his touch like electricity in her body. He kissed her again, and Charlotte met him now. The kiss was soft and gentle, only lips against lips. They stood still for a moment, gasping for air as they hovered in front of each other. It was then that Charlotte realised she was stuck and there was no way back.

She opened her mouth wide and closed it around Matthew's. Their tongues twirled together in a lovely embrace, tasting the faint flavour of their saliva. It was almost addictive. Her hands pressed against his chest, lining the contours of his breast with her fingers. Both yearning for each other's bodies, Matthew grasped the side of her nightdress and tugged at it. He looked at her for a sign of confirmation, her eyes saying everything. Brushing his hand against her lower leg, he began pulling her dress over her shoulders. Her arms fell elegantly out of the holes, holding them tight against her chest, as if she were embarrassed by herself. Matthew, seeing her elegant, smooth skin in all its glory, it was hard for him not to caress her arms and sides. Charlotte grabbed his shirt, her eyes begging for him to take it off. Quickly, it flew off. They were close to each other, their naked bodies radiating heat around them. She sat up in his bed, sandwiching her wide thighs between his as they embraced each other, dragging their nails against their backs. Sitting down on his lap, she felt her exposed vagina against his pulsating cock, coating it with her fluids. "Matthew," she begged. "I can't control myself any longer. I need your love," she whispered as she grinded against him. Grabbing his cock, he rubbed it against her opening, teasing and mocking her desperation. Not able to take it anymore, he slid it inside her. Feeling how his massive cock bent her insides open, she gasped for air, sucking air through her teeth as she took him in fully. She has never felt so good before.

Holding each other tightly, Matthew rested his head against her voluptuous breasts and gently kissed them as he grabbed her damp hair. Charlotte dug her nails into his back and grasped his thick hair as she began bouncing up and down his veiny cock. Tears of pleasure ran from her eyes and onto his hair, smelling his aroma. Her vagina clenched around his cock, her walls rippling as he delved deeper inside her. Only the squelching sound could be heard as their hips slapped together.

"Charlotte," Matthew whispered as he rested his head against her chest. She begged him to say her name again, her heart beating faster and faster every time. Her body tensed up, and chills went down her body. Her insides clenched tighter around his throbbing shaft as her legs began shaking. She could barely moan as she came. They hugged each other as Charlotte came, hugging his head tightly with her tears staining his hair. Despite that her spasm had subsided, she continued to slap her hips against him, not satisfied enough. "Ch-Charlotte, I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum," hearing her stepsons' faint moans fueled her desire.

"Fill me up then," she said. "I want your every last drop of cum inside me," hearing the words no stepmother should say to her stepson, he grabbed her ass and thrusted inside her one final time. His aching cock erupted like a dormant volcano into her aching cunt, his semen painted her insides white. Every shot of cum widened her womb. Flinging her head back, she howled as her stepson claimed her, her body shaking violently. As their shared orgasm subsided, their muscles began to collapse, drained of energy. They fell back into the bed, unable to hinder it. Charlotte fell over Matthew, rolling to her side. She still held him in her arms, and her legs rested between his. His penis had now gone soft, her aching vagina leaking from his cum. They lay there in their sweat-covered bodies as the realisation of their actions appeared. But none of them could bear to regret it, their bodies satisfied.

Charlotte looked at her stepson, gasping for air beside her. "Wh-what have we done?" she said, tears smeared across her face. I should never have done this," tears smeared across her face. She wanted to look away, or hide her view of him, but she was too weak to even lift her arms. "I'm your step-mother, and I took advantage of your grief and kindness to satisfy my needs. I'm a terrible mother," she said as she began to cry again.

With his remaining energy, he moved in closer, resting his body against hers. "I love you, Charlotte, and I wouldn't hate you for anything," he spoke with soft words. "You're the best thing that has happened to me, and I don't ever wanna hear you say that you are a terrible human. We both needed this, to feel alive, to feel loved," he looked up at her, their eyes meeting for the final time this night. "I don't regret anything, regretting loving you." his beautiful words were like a symphony for her. She smiled widely as she rested her head against his.

"Thank you," she said, a tear running down her cheek.