Batboy and the Librarian

Batboy and the Librarian

Thought I would give a mother and son incest novella a go. It became quite lengthy so if you're looking for quick sex, you'll need to look elsewhere. If you like to delve into a story with characters, then I hope I've met your needs. Copyright remains with the author. Enjoy.

"You should see the new place now sweetheart," I concluded after I'd been morbidly rabbiting on for the past hour, "after two years I've finally completed all the renovations. The ensuite was the last refit and I made sure the room is huge with an oversize shower, multiple shower heads that hit you from all sides, and a large built-in seat... but it's the tub you would love, big enough for three and power jets to sooth those aching muscles."

I stop studying my feet and, as I gaze upon the cold grey granite headstone, my smile disappears as I'm brought back to reality.

It was this day, exactly five years ago, that my soulmate was taken from me. Enjoying a reunion with others from the sisterhood, they didn't hear the commotion at the entrance to the nightclub, that was, not until several gunshots had rung out.

According to the police, it was gang warfare, and unfortunately, my beautiful twenty-three-year-old wife was hit by a stray slug. It was instant. No pain; just lights out.

I've struggled over these past years. It took a long time to start feeling like myself again after wandering around like a ghost. I'm still struggling to move on, especially considering I've lost the love of my life. In the early years I coped by throwing myself into completing my education and then setting-up and running my architectural business.

After three years I ended up buying an old urban store on the fringe of the city centre that had a dance studio below and a large empty warehouse above. Thankfully, my business is successful, and with the income from the dance studio it allowed me to renovate the vacant space. I completely modernised the upper story, turning half into a new office and drafting area for the business, and the other half into an apartment for myself.

"I have to run along now my love," I say aloud, "as usual, mom's cooked dinner so that I'm not alone tonight," I kiss the headstone and whisper, "I miss you baby, there's still a hole in my heart," I turn and walk away, resisting all temptation to look back.

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My parents live in the suburbs and as soon as I turned onto their street I could tell that dinner was going to be a family affair. I parked my Mustang in the driveway next to my brother-in-law's Honda people mover, a clear sign that my sister Bindi and two nephews were also in attendance.

As I exited my car I could hear the sounds of laughter and my Dad's loud voice filled the air from inside the house. However, as soon as I opened the front door, it all fell abruptly into an uncomfortable silence.

"Hey! C'mon you guys, anyone would think the grim reaper just walked in," I announced.

Laughter erupted once again as each person took their turn to greet me. The first to approach was my slightly older sister, who enveloped me in an unstable hug and planted a kiss on my cheek. Bindi is two years older at thirty; however, giving birth to her two sons has not been kind to her, although I'd never tell her that. In both cases she went through significant illness and was hospitalised many weeks before each birth, leaving her physically weak. Nevertheless, she has never lost her strong will or personal opinions.

Now, her boys are both of school age at five and seven years old, which has allowed Bindi to return to work as an accountant, albeit on a part-time basis. Despite the challenges she has faced, she has managed to maintain her determination and resilience. Her experience has shaped her into a strong and capable woman, and I am proud to have her as my sister... when she is not harassing me!

Bindi's husband Rob, who is thirty-five years old, followed closely behind her and greeted me with a handshake, expressing his pleasure at seeing me again. Although he has never been one to show much outward affection, or be overly outgoing, I could sense the genuineness in his words. In the ten years they've been married it's clear that he's had a more submissive role within the family dynamic, with Bindi being the primary decision-maker, nevertheless, it's obvious that he still enjoys spending time with the men during gatherings.

Finally, my father, Steve, greeted me with his customary bear hug. Unlike Rob, my dad has always been comfortable expressing his affection towards both myself and Bindi. This time however, it seemed like he held onto the hug longer than usual. At fifty-six years old, he's dedicated his entire career to real estate, which may explain his larger-than-life personality and strong-willed nature. It's always been evident to me that Bindi takes after my dad, while I seem to have inherited my mom's quieter demeanour. I glanced around, but she was nowhere to be seen.

I push my father back, still holding his shoulders, and inquired, "Where's Mom?"

"Where every good woman should be found," he said good-naturedly, "in the kitchen preparing his man a meal!" then roared with laughter.

He knew that such an inappropriate comment would get an immediate response from Bindi, and sure enough, she bit within a millisecond, causing him to laugh louder and longer.

I left them all in the lounge room arguing about the social standards of today and the generational divide. Walking down the hallway towards the kitchen, I stopped at the door and leant against its frame, observing my mom at the stove shifting pots around and placing items in the twin ovens.

"Hey! What's up Doc?" my usual greeting to my mother.

She reacted swiftly to my words, visibly surprised as she turned, then her face lit up with a wide grin. I observed her stroll leisurely towards me, taking note of her appearance as she approached. Clad in her usual tracksuit, with an apron cinched at the waist, slippers adorning her feet, no makeup, and her hair up but in disarray, she embodied the stereotypical image of an overworked and underappreciated housewife. However, I knew that this portrayal was far from the truth.

I have always known my mother to be an incredibly intelligent and capable individual. With a PhD in Information Services and a Masters in Library Science, she has achieved great success in her career. At fifty-two years old, she holds the prestigious position of Chief Librarian, overseeing the City's public, corporate, and digital libraries.

Although her name is Barbara, I affectionately refer to her as "Doc," a playful reference to the character of Doctor Barbara Gordon from the Batman comic series. In the comics, Barbara Gordon, the daughter of Commissioner Gordon, also doubles as Batgirl while posing as Gotham's Head Librarian. Just like the fictional character, my mother is a strong and remarkable woman who excels in her professional life.

Despite her academic and career achievements, I have never seen her dress in a sophisticated manner in everyday life. She seems to prefer the plain and unassuming appearance often associated with the stereotypical librarian. Despite wearing glasses and keeping her hair in a bun, she does not possess the gloomy and grumpy personality commonly associated with that stereotype, but is rather bubbly and caring.

She stopped in front of me, raising her hand to touch my cheek gently. Tears welled up in her green eyes as she softly asked, "Hey... are you ok baby?"

She is the only one in my family that understood my pain, feeling it herself. When I saw the compassion in her face, my tears began. At five feet seven inches, she was five inches shorter than me. I embraced her and rested my chin on her head, weeping. We held each other in our grief until the tears stopped a short time later.

"It doesn't get any easier for me Doc," I said as we parted, "I still miss her so much."

Without acknowledging my feelings Mom said, "C'mon, let's get on with the dinner so we can get the kids fed and out of the way, then we can all talk further. You go get the table set in the dining room and I'll get Bindi to start organising the kids."

An hour later the kids had been feed and each was engrossed in some game or other, while the adults were at the dining table having completed the main meal and consumed a couple of bottles of wine and some beers. We were seated in the classic boy-girl-boy configuration with Mom and Dad at each end of the table, Bindi and Rob on one side, with me, alone, on the other next to Mom.

Being the Alpha's in the group, Bindi and Dad had monopolised the conversation because, as usual, it was all about them, what they did, and their opinions on the world. I know it sounds bitchy and, don't get me wrong, I love them both to bits, but it all gets too much sometimes and I was not in the mood.

Then it all goes to shit.

"Okay," says Bindi, "I'm gonna bring up the elephant in the room."

In unison, everybody turned in her direction, most with a quizzical look on their face.

"So Chris, when are you going to move on with your life again?"

Oh no, we are back on that subject. I slumped back in my chair, looking down, not wanting to hear any more. I could feel Mom reach out to me under the table so nobody else could see. I reached down and took her hand in mine, giving hers a slight squeeze to indicate I was alright.

"It's been five years now since Shona passed away and, as terrible as it was for everyone, don't you think it's time that you started to live again... you know, go out, socialise, meet some friends or make some new friends, instead of locking yourself away?" Bindi continued.

"I'm okay with my life as is Bindi," I said, "I have friends, I meet up with people, and I'm very busy with my business. My life IS full," I emphasised, "but you just don't get to see that."

It was all a lie. Despite everything, I knew that Bindi had my best interests at heart and that she was right, but I didn't want to hear it... from her or anyone else, and especially not on this particular night. The truth is, I am comfortable in my misery... and I'm scared... scared of the future and scared of heartbreak, but I couldn't tell her that, or any of them.

Over the next 30 minutes I listened to Dad and Bindi going on about getting a new life, feeling sorry for myself, being a recluse and antisocial... even Rob put in his two cents worth... all the while I sat there and kept filling up my glass as I listened to their uneducated advice.

Mom tried to lighten the mood by asking if everybody wanted desert, then attempted to get Bindi to help her with it. That did little to deter their mission as they all started up again while Mom went to the kitchen by herself.

It got to the stage where I'd had enough. I'd listened to their concerns, I'd been barraged with advice, I'd drunk copious amounts of wine, I was pissed and I'd inherited some Dutch courage.

Slamming my palm on the table I barked, "THAT'S ENOUGH! Shut the fuck up you lot!"

Everyone sat in stunned silence at my outburst. They had never seen me lose it before but they had pushed their good intentions too far.

Dad was the first to speak, "Hey... hang on a min..."

"SILENCE," I barked again as I stood up, "I've had enough of listening to you lot. I've sat here and taken all of your crap... how the fuck do you know how I feel? None of you with your worldly advice has ever asked how I feel... what I'm going through... or tried to understand. You're wrapped up in your own fucking lives and expect me to emulate you. Well, you can just fuck off!!!"

Mom came bursting back into the dining room, "Okay, that's enough Chris! and the rest of you," she said, "there are children upstairs and I don't want them to hear all this arguing."

"It's okay Mom," I said, "I'm gonna go home now, thank you so much for a wonderful dinner."

"Oh no you're not!" she replied, "not in this state. There's no way I'm letting you drive in your condition. You can stay here for the night."

"I'm not staying here Mom... I just want to go home... Shona and my home... I'll get an Uber okay?"

Mom looked around the room. She knew that both Bindi and Steve had been drinking and couldn't drive, and that Rob was probably okay to drive but he was going in the opposite direction and couldn't drive two cars.

"An Uber isn't going to take you in this condition Chris... No, I'll drive you home and, before you argue, I won't take no for an answer."

Mom then turned to Dad and Rob, "Do you think you can get Chris into his car while I grab a couple of things?" then she whispered to Dad, "I think I'll stay over to make sure he's safe. In his condition anything could happen... can you collect me in the morning?"

Dad agreed and then helped Rob get me to my feet. As the night air hit, my memory left me. I don't remember being put into my car, nor the drive home.

"Chris?.. Chris?... Wake up baby."

It was my mom's voice but my mind is a fog. I slowly open my eyes and look around. I'm in my basement carpark.

"C'mon son, let's get you upstairs."

I struggle to get out of the car then we stagger to the elevator with mom trying to keep me upright. I tell mom the keypad code as the doors shut and we make our way up to the top floor. As the doors open directly into the lounge area, we're met by an airy silent darkness. I flick the lights on and stumble toward the toilet area, urgently needing to relieve myself.

"I'm just going to the car to collect my things," Mom said, "I'll be back shortly."

My bladder eventually emptied, I stumble back to the lounge. Mom had returned and was in the kitchen.

"How about some coffee Chris? I know I feel like some," she said as she filled the jug.

I collapse onto the lounge, my head hanging low, mumbling incoherently. I was trying to apologise to her and, even though the words were formed in my head, the sound coming from my mouth was just babble.

"Chris, I can't understand you honey. What are you trying to say?"

Attempting to offer an apology once more proved to be futile, leaving me frustrated and angry with myself. In a fit of rage, I rose from my seat and made my way unsteadily towards the bathroom, shedding my jacket and shirt as I went. Upon reaching the ensuite, I settled down on the toilet seat and proceeded to take off my shoes and socks. However, as I struggled to stand up to remove my jeans and underwear, I lost my balance, slipped, and ended up sprawled on the bathroom floor.

The sound of my mother's concerned voice filled my head as she hurried in to check on me, "Chris, darling, are you okay? What are you attempting to do, sweetheart?" With a gentle touch, she grabbed me under my arms and tried to help me stand up. Despite my embarrassment at the situation, her presence and caring gestures provided a sense of comfort and reassurance in that moment of clumsiness.

Between the two of us I managed to regain my footing, although Mom was still struggling to keep me vertical. "What say we get you into bed now eh honey?" she suggested... but I had different ideas.

With my mother providing essential support, I managed to push open the shower door, grasping onto the sturdy glass panels for balance, and suddenly pulled us both into its expanse. Despite my intoxicated state, my mother's determination and physical strength was no match for my own, leaving her with no choice but to accompany me into the enclosure.

"Okay, I get it now," Mom said, "You want to have a shower first. Just let me..."

Before she could say anything further, I hit the typhoon button and we were both smashed with water jets from three sides; within seconds both of us were soaked to our skin. The last thing I remember was an audible gasp and splutter as the cold water hit my head.

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The following morning I woke in my own familiar bed, only to be greeted by a pounding headache, which felt like a jackhammer inside my skull, accompanied with a strange tickling sensation on my forehead. I attempted to open my eyes however my vision was blocked by light-colored hair. Blinking rapidly, my other senses gradually returned before I realised my right hand was clutching something soft and pliable... something that felt like... FLESH!! I quickly sat up and turned to my left. To my astonishment, there was another person in my bed, lying next to me. It was a woman who bore a striking resemblance to my mother... my own MOTHER!!

I gasped with the realisation that my mother was lying beside me in bed, but I couldn't comprehend how she had ended up there as I struggled to piece together the events of the previous night. My mind raced with questions, and I couldn't shake off the feeling of confusion and bewilderment. I frantically tried to recall any details that could explain this bizarre situation, but my memory failed me. As I gazed at my mother's peaceful sleeping face, I couldn't help but wonder what had transpired after I had showered. The sight of her lying there, so close to me, left me feeling utterly perplexed and disoriented.

As I hesitantly pulled back the bed covers, the realisation finally got through the brain-fog that I was also stark naked. It was a shocking revelation, to say the least. But the real surprise came when I lifted the covers a bit more and saw my mother's bare back down to her toned and bulbous buttock, a dusting of freckles adorning her shoulders stood out on her translucent white skin. That was the moment of utter disbelief and confusion! Oh fuck! I thought, what the fuck has happened?

My mind was racing with questions as I struggled to comprehend how we ended up in this bizarre situation, both of us completely undressed under the same covers. Glancing down, I once again took in my mother's nakedness, then suddenly, and inexcusably, an inappropriate observation, that's an incredible arse you have there Mom.

Oh my god, did I really just think that?! I was taken aback by my own thoughts and couldn't believe where I had just gone. Dropping the bed covers again, I rested my head in my hands. It was a moment of shock and embarrassment that I couldn't shake off easily.

I felt the bed move beside me as mom rolled over onto her side. Looking down she was looking back at me, clearly unhappy with the situation.

There was no morning greeting, she simply said in a rather icy manner, "How are you feeling this morning Chris?"

I placed my head back in my hands again, and then mumbled, "Ahhhm, I'm not really sure Mom. My head has left my body... my mouth tastes like a sewer... somebody keeps playing Tusk in my skull... I have no memory of last night... and I'm embarrassed and unsure why I'm in bed with you... and we're both naked."

"You don't remember?"

"Honestly, I don't remember anything other than getting into the shower. I remember getting out of the car in the basement, but I have no recollection of the drive home... or even leaving your place... nothing."

Mom held the sheet to her chest with one hand and helped herself sit-up against the headboard with the other. I quickly looked as she moved and noticed that the freckles that adorned her shoulders became less frequent as they ran down her chest.

"And another thing," I continued, "where did all that hair come from? I've never seen you with hair so long, it's always been tied up or in a bun... when did all that happen?"

"Hah... typical male, you never notice anything. I've been growing it longer for about two years now. I did it for your father when he made a comment about Shona having lovely long hair, but he's never really noticed it on me, or if he did, he's never commented on it."

I started to brood hearing Shona's name again, "Yeah she did have lovely long hair didn't she?"

"Sooo about last night... are you sure you don't remember anything?"

"I swear Mom, not a thing other than what I've told you."

"Okaayyyy... well... most of the time after we left the house you were incoherent and off-your-face drunk. You slept most of the drive here. It's just as well that I only work a few blocks away or I would never have known how to get here."

"I'm sorry Mo..."

"No don't apologise," she said putting her palm in my face, "It's done and we got here without incident... anyway," she took a deep breath then continued, "I managed to get you in the elevator and up to your place but it was a real struggle... you were very little help!... then as I was making a coffee you mumbled something, took your shirt off, and staggered into the bathroom. I followed you in but you pulled me in to the shower with you then turned on all the water... there was cold water coming from every wall and the ceiling... it was freezing. With all the buttons and knobs on the control panel, I couldn't turn it off. You kept pushing my hands away, stopping me, but at least you turned on the hot water and warmed it up. I was fully clothed and soaked to the skin, but all you did was take your jeans and underwear off before sitting naked on the seat... that seat is a great idea by the way."

I could feel my face going red with the realisation, "Thanks Mom... so I was totally naked... in the shower... in front of you?" I said embarrassingly.

"Yes you were... and don't be so dramatic about it, a naked, inebriated, and aggressive man is neither a pretty or desirable sight."

"Aggressive?... was I aggressive with you Mom? I'm not normally an aggressive person."

"Well you were last night. You wouldn't let me out of the shower... and kept trying to take my clothes off. You were mumbling something like c'mon Shona, I built this shower for us and I love you baby and you're my real love... I'm unsure but that's what it sounded like... I couldn't fight you off Chris, you were too strong for me... so I just let you."

Horrified at my behaviour and what I was hearing, I quickly said, "Let me what?"

"I let you take my clothes off... right there... in the shower... then do you remember what happened?"

I was too afraid to ask.

"Nothing happened Chris... absolutely nothing... you just pulled me into a hug and, as we stood under the shower... we both cried. We were probably crying for different reasons, but I think the emotion of the entire day, coupled with too much alcohol, rampant feelings and opinions, probably got the better of both of us... and we just let go. Anyway, we eventually cried ourselves out, you shut off the shower and I put you to bed. I went back to the bathroom, gathered my clothes and took them to the laundry so they would dry overnight... I didn't bring a change with me, just my bathroom bag."

"I don't know what to say Mom... I'm just so very very sorry I put you through all of this... I'm disappointed with myself... embarrassed... and, well, totally gutted."

Neither of us said anything for some time, lost to our own thoughts, before eventually I asked, "So, how did you end up in bed with me Mom?"

"Oh, well that's another story... I never heard you sneak up on me when I was hanging the last of my clothes in the laundry, you simply said come to bed Shona. With what I'd had been through with you already... here I was totally exhausted by now... and naked... standing in front of my son who was also totally naked... I had nothing left to be shy about, so I thought, well why the hell not? So we went to bed together."

I had to ask, "Mom... did we?... did I try to?... you know, thinking you were Shona... did we have.."

"Ohh No... no... no," she interrupted, "no nothing like that happened Chris... I would never have let things go that far... you are my son for goodness sake."

"I'm sorry but I had to ask... you said I was aggressive... and could control you... and apparently thought you were Shona... so I just thought that I would have naturally tried to have sex with you... Ahhhhh with Shona I mean."

"It's okay, your virtue is safe," she laughed, "and besides, in your state last night you couldn't have raised an eyebrow let-alone anything else... so I knew my virtue was also safe," she continued before pulling the sheet over her head as she laughed longer and louder.

Given the amount of tears we had both shed it was good to hear her laugh.

"Well I did have to ask... I do remember waking up this morning Mom and I'm pretty sure that I might have had a handful of your breast... so..." I left the rest unsaid.

She pulled the sheet off her head quickly at my comment, then taking a deep breath again she responded, "Well that might have been my fault Chris... when we got into bed I had my back to you... I was sulking because of a comment you made as we walked back together..."

Oh my god! What have a done now? "What comment?" I asked.

"Well, remember you weren't that coherent, but it sounded to me like you said something about the carpet not matching the drapes... I took that as a crass reference to... to... well to my personal appearance."

I looked at my mother stunned. I didn't know what to say. I knew what the comment meant but I had no idea that I'd offended her in such a way.

"Anyway," she continued, "we got into bed, I had my back to you, but you snuggled up to me... spooned me if you like... and, well... it felt really nice to have my son that close to me. You moved to cuddle me and I took hold of your hand and brought it to my breast and held it there. We went to sleep like that... and, I must confess, I loved the feeling of being adored like that, even if you thought I was Shona, I haven't experienced that feeling in soooo long."

Having heard my mother say she loved being in bed with me holding her breast was a revelation that I didn't expect to hear and had an immediate effect on my own libido. I could feel my groin start to come alive with tingles at my mother's admission. I needed to make amends with her before I our relationship soured.

"I'm sorry Mom... I'm sorry I spoiled your dinner night, but I just got so pissed off and angry at Dad and Bindi! They don't understand... you are the only one that does... I really miss her Mom, I miss her every day."

"I know you do Chris, I miss her as well."

"They just don't understand how much I loved Shona, what life is like without her, I will mourn her loss for the rest of my life... it doesn't just stop after 5 years!"

Mom placed her arm around my neck and gently pulled me toward her. As I lay back down in my bed, my head on her shoulder, I said, "Besides you Mom, Shona is the only woman I have ever loved in my life."

"Ahhh, but there's a difference between the kind of love you have for your mother and the kind of love you have for your wife Chris. The way you loved Shona and the way you love me are not the same."

"No Mom, I'm afraid that in this case, you are wrong," I confessed, "the love I had for Shona is replicated in my love of you... the only difference is how I'm allowed to express my love."

"I appreciate you saying that... but I think the emotions of this whole episode might go some way to explain the way you are feeling," and without saying anything further she pulled me tighter into her.

We lay like that for a short time before Mom said, "I think the others are right Chris, you need to find someone else to love... you do need to move on with your life... you have a lot of life yet to live and you need to find someone else to experience that with."

"I'm really happy with my work and life in general at the moment Mom... and I don't need to find someone else to love, I have you."

I could feel her pull me tighter still, "That's really nice to hear you say that Chris, and I love you too, but I'm your mother, I cannot give you everything you need in your life, only a wife can do that. You have so much to give another person, and from what I have seen over these past few hours, you have a lot to share."

I sat up quickly when I heard that comment. She had a smirk on her face as her eyebrows went up and down, then she gave me a sly wink as if to say, you know what I mean.

"Mother!!!" I exclaimed.

"However," she continued, still with a smirk on her lips, "they might be put off by the premature balding!"

I knew that comment to be a reference to my waxed genital area.

I needed to get an upper hand here, so I challenged her, "Were you put off by my premature balding Doc?"

The smirk was gone. I don't think she knew how to answer me.

"I think I need to get my clothes and call your father to pick me up. He'll be wondering what happened and if we are okay. If you could just turn your back I would like to get out of bed now son."

I wasn't going to let her off that easy, "Sure Mom, but first you answer my question, were you put off by my premature balding?"

"I don't think it's appropriate for me to answer that question Chris... and you know it."

"Mooommm... your answer please."

"Alright!" she said curtly, then softly, "alright... no Chris, I wasn't put off by your premature balding, in fact... I found it rather... erotic... there, are you satisfied? Now! turn over so I can go and get dressed."

Turnover I did as mom slipped out, pulling the bedsheet with her, and made her way to the laundry area. When she had left the room I rolled the other side and made way to the scene of last night's episode; the shower. I needed to freshen up and get my head around the events of the past 24 hours

As the rain spray gently cascaded from the central shower head, my mind drifted, yearning to remember everything that had happened with my wonderful mother. The realisation of her being in the cubicle with me, being naked together, sharing my bed and directing my hand to her breast; all had an erogenous effect on my cock. I became hard thinking of my mother sexually, something that had not occurred for many many years.

As I tried to compose myself, I couldn't ignore the physical reaction my body was having. The sudden urge to touch myself was overwhelming, and I gave in to the temptation. However, the moment was interrupted by a stifled squeal from the doorway. I turned to see my mother standing there, her hand over her mouth and expression unreadable. Without saying a word, she turned and left, leaving me to grapple with the complex emotions that had surfaced. The encounter had stirred up a mix of conflicting feelings and I was left wondering about the implications.

Feeling emotionally and physically deflated after being sprung with my hand on my sausage, I exited the cubicle, quickly dried myself, and finished the remainder of my morning ablutions.

Once completed, and with a sense of impending doom, my hangover still pounding, I made my way out of the bedroom. I found Mom in the kitchen sitting at the table with coffee and toast. She was back to being her old self... hair up, glasses hanging off her nose, nondescript baggy clothes that were crumpled and looking a lot worse for wear.

"I've rung your father to come and collect me, he'll be here any minute... and you need to get some grocery supplies in here sweetheart. You have very little in the fridge or pantry."

"I'm still stocking up after the renovations," I offered as an excuse, "Mom, about before; I feel so ashamed that..."

"That was my fault Chris... I'm sorry for not giving you your privacy... I wanted to let you know that I had contacted your dad and I thought you might still be in bed... clearly you were up and about."

We looked at each other following her last comment, and then simutaniously both burst into laughter.

Once our amusement died down, I started to make some coffee and toast for myself, "What do you intend to tell Dad?" I asked seriously.

"I've thought about that already," Mom replied, "and decided that I'm not going to tell him anything about last night... or about our sleeping arrangements. No harm has been done and... well... he doesn't really need to know does he? It might just confuse him. Let's just keep it all boring and our little secret eh? What do you think?"

"I would really appreciate that Mom," I said as I sat at the table opposite her, once again taking in her whole persona.

Reaching across and touching my cheek she said, "But you also need to promise me that you'll get out and meet people again son, you need someone special in your life again."

Ding Dong... Ding Dong... She was interrupted by the front door bell but continued while I got up and made my way toward the front office area.

"Your mother and the memory of your dead wife is not a future Chris," Ding Dong... Ding Dong, "you need someone that you can enjoy a deeper relationship with, someone you can give yourself to completely... and can give themselves back to you."

Stopping at the office doorway, I turn to her, "We've already spoken about this Doc... I have you in my life... and I'm satisfied."

Proceeding through the reception area and down the stairs, I let my father in through the front door.

"Well that took long enough," was his initial grumpy greeting before continuing, "and you look like death warmed up!"

I stood stoically in the doorway, not allowing him to enter, but held my arms out wide waiting for his reaction. Without a second thought he moved into my embrace and we hugged as fathers and sons do.

Apologising at the same time I said, "I'm sorry about ruining dinner last night Dad."

"I'm not the one you need to apologise to son... and where is she?"

"Moms upstairs, go on up," I responded, allowing him to pass so I could lock up again.

His greeting to Mom was equally unflattering, "Geeez Barbara, you look worse than he does," flicking his thumb back toward me, "what's your excuse?"

"Well thanks for the greeting full of love Steve!" Mom retaliated, "and perhaps it's because I had a long day cooking dinner for you lot, followed by a late night and a bad sleep on the couch!"

"C'mon Dad... don't be an arsehole okay... last night was my entire fault, not Mom's."

"Alright, alright you two," was all he said without any apology to Mom, then, "and you were out of line for the way you behaved, speaking to us like that when we were just trying to help."

"Okay, well... I make no apology for the way I spoke Dad... I meant what I said about not being supported by you and Bindi but just being criticised for the way I am living... have lived..."

Dad attempted to interrupt, however I put my hand up to silence him, "nevertheless, Mom has also spoken with me further about what you and Bindi had suggested... and I do concede that I need to get out more and socialise... okay?"

"Well that's good then, that's all we wanted," he said gruffly, then asked, "how do I get to the bathroom now?"

I gave him directions, then when he'd left the room, said to Mom, "I hope what I said was okay Mom... just sort of made it all up hastily."

"That's all fine son... although you probably shouldn't have said he was an arse."

"Actually Mom, I said he was an arsehole," then impulsively continued, "but you're the one with the arse... and a delectable arse at that!"

Mom initially looked shocked at my candour, and then, raising one eyebrow says, "It's taken many many years of climbing up and down library ladders to maintain a butt like mine! And anyway," she continued, "it's just as well you didn't say he was being a dick... then I might have had to express another opinion."

I was still giggling at her comment as Dad came back, "Geeez son, looking at your bed you must have had a really bad night?"

Ohhhh fuck! I thought, looking quickly towards Mom; stammering for a quick response I say, "Ahhh... yeah, sorry you had to see that Dad... Umm... not the best look I know, but... well... it's usually my laundry day today and I was part-way through stripping the bed when Mom called me to breakfast... just had to leave it I'm afraid."

Looking at Mom again she smiled to indicate - good recovery son!

"Anyway," I continued, "I need to make things up to you soooo... how about I take you to the game next Saturday night... my shout?"

That stopped him in his tracks, smiling he said, "Sounds like a great idea son... but you probably need to make it up to Rob as well, how about you make it the three of us?"

I knew I was being taken for a ride, but just thought I should cop it on the chin and agreed. I said I'd take care of the tickets and pick them both up from his place around 5.30pm.

"So how are you going to make it up to your mother?" he asked.

I looked toward Mom, who was now resting her chin in her hands with her elbows on the table. She raised both eyebrows at Dad's comment as if to say, Yeah, so what are you going to do.

"Okay... well, because I stuffed up your dinner night Mom, how about I make you and Dad dinner here the following Saturday night?"

She thought about it for a very short time then said, "So how does your father get a double treat of the game AND dinner, but I just get dinner?"

I knew she was joshing but said to Dad, "The game or dinner Dad, which would you like?"

It was a no brainer for him, "I'll take the game Chris, and you can make dinner just for your Mom."

"Okay Mom, how's that?"

"Nope," she said, "I know that if I come around here I'll probably end up making most of the dinner myself anyway... Nup... sorry... you'll just have to take me out for dinner... and somewhere really nice Chris, not your local burger joint."

I knew I was getting screwed by both of them now. I looked at Dad but he just gave me a shrug in resignation.

In exasperation I said, "Okay Mom... dinner it is, on me, at a nice joint. I'll make some inquiries and let you know... how's that?"

"I think that'll just about make up for it... what do you think Steve?"

"Yep... there's just Bindi, but you can sort that out with her yourself."

Fuck, I'd forgotten about my sister, then mom cut through my thoughts with another request.

"One other thing Chris," I looked towards her with dread, "I've noticed that you still have all of Shona's clothes hanging up in her robe or folded neatly on shelves... she was gone before you purchased this building and never got to use the robe herself son, so I presume you must have put them there... don't you think it's now time to perhaps clean it all out?"

My head dropped... I hesitated... my wife's closet is the final sanctuary of her presence for me. I find myself drawn to it at times, simply to inhale the lingering scent of her clothes. However, after five years have passed, it's highly likely that any fragrance has long since dissipated, leaving only a memory of her essence behind.

"I'm really not sure about that Mom. I don't know if I can give her clothes and shoes away to just anybody, or just trash them."

"Look," Mom said, "You know I work just a few blocks away, so why don't I come here after work on Friday and we can go through it all together. We don't have to throw anything out or give it away. Perhaps we can just pack it all up in boxes and then you can bring them with you on Saturday when you come over to pick up your father. We can store it all at our place for now can't we Steve? Perhaps even put it all in your old bedroom for the time being so you can view it all anytime you want. Steve? You're okay with that aren't you?"

"Sure... whatever we can do to help you move ahead Chris."

I looked at them both. They knew this was going to be a really hard decision for me and so remained silent while I mulled over the idea.

Finally, with a huge sigh, I agreed, "Okay, we can go through it together Mom... but it might take a couple of visits. Doing it all at one time will be a huge feat and emotionally upsetting for me... I'm not sure I will be able to get through it all at once."

"Okay... let's play that by ear then," she rose from her chair and gave me a kiss on the cheek, "I'm so proud of you for doing this Chris."

Without further ado, Mom grabbed the little amount she had brought with her the previous night, and her and Dad left. Just as they exited Mom turned and asked, "What's with this dance studio that's renting the bottom floor from you? Do you know much about it at all?"

"No I don't really. I've never taken the time to look into it. They just pay their rent through a direct deposit so I don't get to see anybody."

"Well perhaps I could look into it. I've always wanted to learn to dance properly, this might be an opportunity."

"Not bloody likely," Dad responded, "you'll not get me on a bloody dance floor Barbara. You know I've got two left feet and the timing of a hooker in a funeral home."

"Oh Steve! Why do you have to be so crass..." and off they went, still quarrelling as they walked away.

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I'd like to say that the days then flew by, but they didn't.

First thing Monday I managed to get a booking at a charming Portuguese restaurant conveniently located within walking distance of my place. The evenings are still pleasant and I was fortunate to find an available table on the outdoor deck, which is rather secluded from the inside dining area and offers a lovely view of the river flowing behind the main building.

I immediately sent a text off to my mother Hey Doc, I have booked Tentação for our dinner date the Saturday after next. I'll pick you up at 7.00pm if that suits you? Dress optional xx - within five minutes she responded playfully: You wish! A date is it? I'll be ready Batboy xx

Although my work kept me busy, my nights were preoccupied with thoughts of the events between my mother and myself, and the subsequent discussions we'd had.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't remember much about what happened that night after getting into the shower. Some of the things she said seemed slightly inappropriate and unexpected coming from my usually conservative mother. It was a puzzling situation that lingered in my thoughts, making the days feel longer than they actually were.

I next spoke with her when my phone rang about 8.30pm on Tuesday night.

"Hiya Doc, how's my Batgirl?"

"Hehehe... I don't know... was Batgirl lumbered with The Joker?"

"Oh Mom!" I chastised her mockingly, "I take it Dad's not with you then?"

"No... he's snoozing in bed already... I just thought I would give you a call and make sure you are feeling okay after the other night."

"Yeah I'm okay Mom... I still get embarrassed whenever I think about my behaviour and... well... also when you saw me in the shower the next morning. I'm really sorry about that."

"Hey kiddo, think nothing of it," she responded quickly, then added with a comical inflection in her voice, "perhaps I should stop calling you kiddo as well, that was no kid I saw in there."

"Moooommmmm," I chided her, "its embarrassing enough thinking about being caught like that without you making fun of me!"

"Oh, believe me, you have nothing to be embarrassed about Chris, you should be proud... but I am curious to know what got you in that state... we slept together all night without any... mmm, shall we say, incident happening... but when you get to the shower it raised its beautiful head... so to speak, hehe."

"I'm not sure we should be discussing this subject Doc," then lowering my voice to make my point, "and Dad might overhear you. I'm embarrassed enough about it already without any further confession to you."

"Ahhh, so the real reason you don't want any further discussion is because you would also have to make a confession... is that it?"

"No comment Doc."

"Okay, we'll save that for another time... I really just wanted to make sure we're still on for Friday night... have you been out and picked up some packing cartons or suitable containers?"

"I've still got some boxes from when I moved in here which should be enough... and we don't need to save anything for another time Mom,, I just can't tell you that's all."

"Alright, I'll lay off then... but I'm glad for you that everything is still working and has not gone into sleep mode from under use... unlike somebody else I know."

"Ahhh... now we are getting to the real crux of your curiosity... somebody not getting any these days Doc?"

"That'll be enough cheek from you Batboy! Or should that be boy with man-sized bat?" then burst out laughing at her own joke, "and the only person who gets to see your bat these days is your mother... never mind Batboy, at least you're now on the way to changing that."

I was pissed at her for not dropping the subject and continuing to tease me. Without warning and any forethought I said, "Well perhaps it was my mother that gave me the solid bat!"

Oh fuck! where did that come from? There was silence on the other end of the telephone, just the quickened breathing of my mother.

"Are you saying that I was the reason Chris? You got... uhumm... well you know, because of me?"

I knew we were getting flirty but hesitantly confessed, "Yes, it was because of you," then quickly followed up with, "I'm sorry Mom, but when I was in the shower, I thought about the things you said happened the night before... about how we were naked together, and then the inappropriate comment I'd made about you, what prompted me to say that... and then I'd seen your smooth sexy back and firm arse in bed, and well... those thoughts had a physiological affect on me... and soooo,... yes, I got hard thinking of you."

She didn't respond immediately, then, "And when I spotted you Chris, you'd just taken hold of... of... your penis... were you going to... to... you know?"

Full confession time! "I'm sorry again Mom, but when you caught me, I couldn't go through with it anyway... let's just say I was left limp and lifeless."

"Ha! Well that's par for the course, I seem to have that affect on people," she announced before signing off, "I'd better go Chris. This conversation has gone places that I didn't expect it to. You're well aware that I've had a very conservative upbringing and am not used to such talk... if I'm honest, I now have images and thoughts in my head that I know I shouldn't, and... well let's just leave it at that eh?"

"Okay Mom... I'll see you on Friday then... say around 5ish?"

"Goodnight Chris. Oh, and the dinner booking sounds great. I'm looking forward to it and spending your dollars!"

"Yeah right! Goodnight Mom."

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Late the following day I received a text from my mother saying she wouldn't be able to make Friday as she had to stick around work for a "stock-take." I had a feeling this was just a cover-up to dodge visiting my place and suspected she was feeling a bit awkward after our playful chat and confessions we shared. Nevertheless, I now believed that my mother was somewhat unfulfilled in her life, and there was this intriguing connection between us that felt like it was just waiting to be explored further. It was as if there was something deeper simmering beneath the surface, something that both of us were hesitant to acknowledge but couldn't completely ignore either.

For the next few days I found myself unable to fully concentrate on my work but drifted toward constantly replaying the recent chats with mom over and over in my head. I couldn't help but come up with all sorts of theories about what those conversations might really mean. It felt like I was stuck in my own head, caught between reality and some wild fantasy that just wouldn't let go.

Game day was finally here, and just like I promised, I swung by my parents place to pick up Dad and Rob. When I arrived I noticed my mom was missing but learned that she had gone to hang out with Bindi and the boys. It struck me as odd because on a regular day, Mom wouldn't just drop everything to visit Bindi alone, so in my mind it was pretty clear she was trying to steer clear of me.

On the way to the game with Dad and Rob on board, I felt a bit uneasy about the whole situation but was determined to focus on the game and enjoy the day with Dad and Rob, even if I felt a little off about mom. It was unusual for my mother to avoid me like this and I wondered if I'd pushed too far. But then, maybe she just needed some space, or perhaps just didn't want to face me after our flirtiness.

The game was a blinder and, after copious amounts of alcohol to celebrate a close hard fought match, so was Dad. Neither Rob nor I were huge drinkers, and I was driving anyway, so we paced ourselves between water and low alcohol beers.

As I pulled into the driveway after the game I could see the lounge lights were on and therefore knew that my mother was home at least. Rob said his goodbyes at the driveway and left me to navigate Dad back into the house.

Leaning precariously against my shoulder, I managed to walk him up the front steps just as the front door swung open.

"Well looks as though you've had a great time."

Dad attempted to say something but his words came out all jumbled. As I helped him into the house, I made an effort to reassure Mom that we actually had a decent day together, even if Dad might have gotten a little carried away.

While I was talking it was clear that she was annoyed with the whole scenario. She didn't look outright mad, but her vibe was definitely off. Clad in her comfy old robe, I spotted her usual cheerful yellow flowery nightgown peeking out from underneath.

"Here let me take him from you," she said, "and you'd better stay the night as well, I don't want you driving if you've been drinking either," she lectured.

I tried to tell her that I'd not drunk very much and that I was okay to drive, however, she was insistent that I spend the night.

"I'll not hear another word about it," she insisted, then, turning to Dad said, "C'mon Steve, let's get you into bed," as she guided him toward the stairway.

This was the first time I'd seen Mom since the previous weekend and was not going to let an opportunity go by to speak with her. As she passed I gently took hold of her arm, halting her momentarily, whispering so Dad couldn't hear, "Come to my room when you have him settled!"

She snapped her head around, a frown creasing her forehead, then, ignoring me said, "Watch those stairs honey," as she followed my father up without a further word.

Feeling despondent at her reaction, I didn't follow but turned off all of the lights and made my way toward the guest bedroom located next to the powder room on the lower floor. This room also doubled as a small office with a desk, filing cabinet and other paraphernalia in one corner and along its connecting wall, and also with a queen sized bed hard against the remaining wall furthest from the doorway.

I switched on the bedside table-lamp, and returned to turn off the main overhead light, leaving the door slightly ajar after I did so.

Pulling back the bed covers I sat on its edge, contemplating whether I had overstepped the line asking mom to join me. After about fifteen minutes she hadn't turned up, so I stripped off, showered and abluted, then switched off the table lamp and settled into bed for the night.

Falling asleep wasn't happening easily, however, just as I was beginning to drift off, the creaky sound of the door hinges snapped me back to reality. I quickly flicked on the bedside lamp as the door swung open. Looking a bit uncertain, Mom stood at the doorway wrapped in her soft, fleecy night robe, taking a few tentative steps and pausing just inside the entrance of the room.

I sat up in bed leaning against the bed head. My naked chest evident as the sheets bunched at my waist, hiding my lower torso.

"Hi," I said stupidly, "I wasn't sure you were going to show up."

Mom pulled her robe even tighter around her, "I wasn't going to Chris, I still don't know why I am here, or why you asked me to come?" leaving the question unanswered.

"It's as simple as this Mom... I felt really, really close to you the other morning... you know... when I woke up next to you and... we were both naked. That's the closest I ever felt to you in a very long time, and... well there's no other way of saying it... I really enjoyed the feeling... us being like that stirred feelings I hadn't felt for so long... physical feelings... and, I want to feel those emotions again."

"Hold on, do I understand correctly that you've asked me to come here... so you could get naked with me again... in bed? That's crazy talk Chris. Why would you think that I would agree to that? And in my own home as well... and even if I did agree, what would happen if your father came in and saw us like that... you think he would understand... no its just crazy, crazy talk Chris."

"Just answer me this Mom, did you also enjoy us being together like that?"

"Chris, as I told you before, I had no option. You are stronger than me and no matter how hard I resisted your approaches that night, you easily overpowered me, so... NO, to answer your question, I did not enjoy being forced into that situation."

"I'm really sorry about that Mom," apologising with as much sincerity as I could muster, "I'm sorry I forced you to endure your drunk and incoherent, lusting, son... you must think I'm just another misogynistic arsehole in the family. That night must have been such an unenjoyable experience for you."

I could sense the sympathy in her voice, "I know you've been going through a tough time Chris. Your wife was taken from you suddenly and violently... you've been mourning hard for a long period... I just happened to be a compassionate soul that was around when you needed it the most..."

"NO!" I interjected, "You are more than that to me Mom! Have you forgotten about my confessions during our last phone call? You are sooo much more to me."

"Anyway, that's not the point Chris, and it matters not whether I enjoyed the closeness we shared... and this request is just crazy... your whole notion of... of... it's just crazy... and besides the craziness, your father is just upstairs!"

"Lock the door Mom!" I retorted insistently, as I slid away from her toward the wall side of the bed, flicking the covers back as I did so, "then come and join me."

"No Chris! I can't do that... and even if I was thinking it's ok, the door doesn't have a lock."

"Well that's easily fixed."

Sliding back, I got out of bed and walked over to the door, proudly naked as my flaccid cock and balls swung freely from side to side with each step I took.

"Oh my god Chris!" my mother squeaked, covering her eyes with her hands and turning away, "you could have warned me!"

Skirting around her I closed the bedroom door, then took the office chair and wedged its back against the door handle, testing to ensure that the door was secure and could not be opened from the outside.

Turning back around, my mother once again had her back to me, her hands still covering her eyes. I walked up behind her and slipped my arms around her torso, pulling her back into me in a hug as I did so. Her reaction to my unexpected contact was to grab my hands as they settled on her waist.

Snuggling into her neck, I pushed her hair to one side with my nose as I whispered into her right ear, "Take your robe off Mom and come to bed with me."

Leaning further into me, she let out a huge sigh, raising her right arm to stroke my face resting on her shoulder, "Oh baby, you know I can't do that, it's just not right."

"I'm not sure you were completely honest before though Mom," pausing for effect, then ask again "did you enjoy our last time together?"

Our breaths were deep and thunderous in the silence that followed before she confessed, "Yes Chris, I did enjoy our time together... it felt like my son was finally coming back to me from the dead... despite your forcefulness, you were affectionate and loving once again. Something I hadn't seen in you for quite some time."

Letting go, I move to stand directly in front of her. Her eyes close as I take both her hands in mine, "You alone have done that Mom, all the love, support and compassion you have shown me has brought me back... and now... now I want to feel alive again, I want to experience that same feeling I had with you last week... is that so wrong Mom?"

Taking some time to reply, she finally opens her eyes and looks directly at me and says, "No it's not wrong to want to feel happy again Chris," before breaking eye contact, looking toward the floor, at my semi flaccid cock, then looking back again she sighs, "but, where do you expect this to go son? What is it you want me to do?"

"Just at the moment Mom," I lied, "I just want to go to bed and snuggle with you, just like we did last week."

"Just a snuggle?" she questioned, "I'm just not too sure about putting myself in that position again."

Although she braced herself, she didn't resist as I slowly untied her robe at the waist, helping as she shook it from her shoulders until it lay in a heap at her feet. Despite her apparent reluctance, it was obvious that she had discarded her yellow nightgown, knowingly coming to see me while naked beneath the robe.

I let out a sharp breath, completely taken aback by the sight that unfolded before me. When the maroon robe fell open, her naked form in its entirety was revealed to me for the first time. I was struck by the unexpected beauty that had been concealed beneath her loose-fitting attire for so many years. My eyes widened in disbelief as I absorbed the sultry figure that stood before me, a stark contrast hidden in the unassuming clothes she typically donned.

Her figure was nothing short of breathtaking, with breasts that hinted at a full D cup, gracefully shaped yet showing the gentle effects of time as they naturally curved to the side. Each breast was framed by a pale red areola, and the large, hardened nipples added an alluring touch, their presence accentuated by the delicate freckles that danced across her smooth, fair skin.

As my gaze travelled downward, her curvy hips added to her overall allure, leading to a striking patch of curly, yet unruly, ginger pubic hair that contrasted against the paleness of her toned thighs. I finally knew what prompted my comment about the carpet not matching the drapes.

When I turned back to look at her, my cock betrayed my longing, reaching its fully erect state when focused on her. I took a few steps backward, keeping my gaze locked on hers, until I struck the bed with the back of my knees.

"I'll get in first then you can snuggle into me."

When she nodded her assent I lifted the sheets and scooted across toward the wall once again. As I lay on my back I had no hope of hiding my hardened state, and so didn't attempt to do so, but rather just put my arm out as a subtle invitation for her to lie down beside me.

She appeared to take a moment to think, then, her steps purposeful yet relaxed, she made her way towards me, her hips moving in a subtle rhythm that caused her curves to catch my attention. Once she reached the edge of the bed she turned and sat, then effortlessly swung herself onto it, rolling comfortably onto her right side. With a soft sigh, she rested her head on my outstretched arm, drawing closer as she nestled against my chest. I could feel the warmth of her body as her soft breasts pressed against me, her firm nipples grazing my rib cage, while the gentle tickle of her course ginger curls brushed against my hip, creating an intimate connection between us.

As she got more comfortable, the atmosphere became even more charged. There was something both soothing and electrifying about her proximity and the way she melted into my side with her breath warm against my skin. The gentle rhythm of her movement sent little sparks of electricity up my spine as her soft body nestled against mine.

"Is this what you want Chris?"

"Yes Mom, it's exactly what I want. I can't describe how I feel so close to you emotionally when we're like this... and... well, it's very obvious that I cannot hide my physical reaction to being with you either."

She giggled at that comment, "Oh yes, you do make a statement with that club, Bat Boy."

Her light-hearted joke really lifted the mood and we both started to feel more at ease as our conversation flowed easily between comfortable silences. Finally, when I felt the timing was right, I jumped in with another appeal for forgiveness.

"Mom, I do want to apologise again for the inappropriate comment I made about your... your... ahh hum... hair colouring," then continued quickly, "but in my defence, I've only ever seen you with honey coloured hair, which you mostly keep in a bun anyway, and to see your... your... well, it was so unexpected that I guess I just blurted it out... and I was pretty drunk at the time."

She gave a giggle, then surprisingly asked, "Well you're not drunk now Chris, soooo... do you have any other opinion?"

Tongue in cheek I replied, "Sorry, still in shock Mom! It IS a birds nest of ginger you have down there!!"

"Hey You! That'll be enough of that!" she scolded while playfully elbowing my ribs, "I suppose I can understand your confusion though," she admitted, "I've never had the eyebrows or armpits usually associated with a ginger, and I do wax my legs often, and... I must admit, it is a bit of a mess at the moment."

"Have you always kept yourself natural Mom, you know... downstairs?" I asked wanting to probe deeper and keep the conversation overtly sexual, however she pushed back slightly before confessing.

"Honestly, I'm not really convinced that discussing my grooming habits has anything to do with just wanting to cuddle, Chris. Nevertheless, the truth is, I think I've just gotten a bit lazy about it all. For a long while now, your dad hasn't shown much interest about how I take care of myself, and I suppose that made me lose a bit of motivation to keep looking good and appealing. It's funny how that works, right? When someone stops paying attention, it's easy to let things slide. I guess I just fell into a routine where I didn't feel the need to put in the effort anymore. It's not that I don't care about looking good; it's just that without that spark of interest from him, I kind of let it go."

"I'm sure that's not the case Mom. You are still a beautiful and desirable woman in my books, so I'm confident that Dad must also feel the same way."

She lightly kissed the side of my chest, "Thank you for saying so sweetheart, but I know that your father doesn't feel the way he used to... and if I'm being honest, I probably don't either. I'd like to say that at the very least we are still very good friends, but I'm not so sure that's the case either. I've just about had enough of his bombastic attitude, and, well, your sister is just a carbon copy. Between the two of them I'm just feeling a bit worn down."

With my arm tucked under her head, I began to gently run my fingers along her shoulder and back as she continued to vent her discontent. I'm not sure whether she realised that she had also started to tenderly stroke my chest in return to my touch.

"It's tough for me to wrap my head around what you've said Mom. I get that Dad can come off as over-the-top and like he's always trying to be the dominant one, which is most of the time. But let's be real here--you're an incredibly attractive woman, and I have no doubt that he craves your company."

"Ohhh, there was a time that I just wish that was true Chris, but it's simply not the case anymore. We tend to live separate lives these days, and frankly, his interest in any sort of intimacy waned some years ago."

"I still think I'm very lucky though Chris," she continued, "I don't believe I'm revealing anything shocking by saying that your sister can be a handful sometimes, but with you here, we really seem to mesh well, and, I admit, it is lovely being this close with you. It's been a long time since anyone has held me in their arms this way and made me feel wanted, even if you are my son."

I carefully slid my arm from beneath her head and lifted myself onto my elbow, which made her shift and roll onto her back. The movement caused her soft breasts to settle on either side of her chest, each with a hardened nipple at the centre of the areola. As I gazed down at her, I noticed the heaviness of her confessions reflected in her expression, particularly in the fine lines at the corners of her eyes and the slight downturn of her lips.

"Have you discussed your feelings with Dad at all? Do you think counselling might help?"

"You know your father Chris, he would never agree to counselling. He would see that as a failure and his ego would never accept that he had failed, and anyway, I cannot get him to discuss minor matters these days so something as major as our marriage would never fly. You saw what he was like the other day when I said I would like to go to dancing; can you imagine how he would react to a marriage counsellor?"

"I don't know what to say Mom. Although deep down I probably knew things were not good between you and Dad, I hope that given some time it'll all work out for you both. But you should also know, whatever happens, I'm here for you, anytime.

Without expanding further, I let my eyes roam, taking in the wonder of this woman lying beside me. Her honey coloured hair, long and messy scattered on the pillow beneath her head. Her pale skin covered with a light scattering of freckles, but only in places that has seen the sun. Her heart shaped face starting to show the effects of time that even the best creams can never prevent. Her arms were slender yet defined, a striking contrast to the smoothness of the skin on the back of her hands, which lacked the typical wrinkles often seen in women of her age. Her fingers, long and delicate like those of a pianist, fidgeted nervously at her slim waist, skimming over the shock of ginger curls below. The translucent skin covering her breasts revealed the intricate network of blue veins beneath. Her thighs had taken on a pleasing fullness, leading down to toned calves that contributed to the gracefulness of her movements. Not to mention how her exquisite feet, adorned with vibrant red nail polish, completed the perfect picture.

That very moment confirmed for me that, at fifty two years old, my mother was indeed a beautiful and desirable woman, and the realisation once again caused a rush of love and attraction to surge through me.

"Finished your inspection?" she asked nervously.

I could feel the heat as my face reddened, however I couldn't articulate the intense desire I was feeling inside.

"That much of a disappointment eh! I'm not surprised really considering how you prefer your woman to look... down there, but I think the rest of me is still okay!"

I decided to ease the tension a little and said, "Come on, it's pretty obvious, don't you think?" gesturing toward my somewhat semi stiff cock.

"Oh... oh, you mean your erection; well that's just a normal male reaction to a naked female, I am no exception..."

"Is it Mom?" I questioned, "Is it normal for a son to feel so much primal desire for his mother? Since last week I have thought of nothing else but the time we spent together... and my longing to be like this with you again."

"Chris, that's just so lovely to hear darling, but what we have here, what we are doing now is already wrong on so many levels, and this is as far as we can ever..."

"But don't you feel it also Mom?" I interrupted, "Don't you have any desire to..."

"Chris!! Please don't go any further!" she interjected as she lifted her left hand to cover my mouth, "I cannot have any desires of the sort. You are my son darling, and I am your mother. I am married to your father and I have never cheated on him. Even though our marriage is very rocky, I could never do that now, and certainly not in this circumstance."

Instead of jumping right into a response, I found myself caught up in her gaze, peering deeply into her eyes as if I could uncover secrets hidden within their depths. As she moved to stroke my cheek, it was as if time stood still for a moment while I tried to truly absorb her rebuttal.

"Okay Mom, I understand," I said moodily.

"Oh don't be like that Chris. You know being here like this together is far more than we should ever have, so please don't spoil it for me... for us," then after a short pause, "Come here baby; give your mother a hug."

She wrapped her arms around my head, gently tugging me toward her shoulder. I found myself resisting, instead moving sideways slightly then leaning in to press my lips against hers. For just a fleeting moment, our kiss was quick, but the warmth of her lips merging with mine sent a thrill coursing through me like an electric jolt.

When I drew back, our gazes locked, creating an unspoken connection that hovered in the air. There was a brief flicker of movement that caught my attention as she ran her tongue over her lips, savouring the moment we just shared.

"Well, that was unexpected," she remarked with a hint of surprise, followed by, "Unexpected, but also very nice."

Her words ignited a flicker of hope inside me, giving me the courage to close the space between us once more, eager for another taste of her sweetness.

Moving to capture her lips, I was surprised when she said, "No Chris! That'll be enough of that."

I was fully aroused now; my hard cock lay on top of her hip bone, pre-cum glistening as it oozed from the shaft in a string that pooled on her skin. Pouting, and in a childlike voice I implored, "Just once more for your little boy Mommy?"

Giggling at my silliness, she joined in, "Oh alright then! But after that you have to go straight to bed with the lights out!"

As we got closer, the cheerful vibe shifted in our faces, we locked eyes, holding that gaze until we both shut our eyes right before our lips met. The kiss began gently, but soon our lips began to dance together, sparking a fire deep inside. The urgency of our desire was clear as we pressed against each other, feeling the heat build between us. When my tongue sought entry into her mouth, it shattered the moment, pulling us back to the real world.

Mom pushed me back and exclaimed, "Oh my God, Chris! What happened there? I'm sorry, that should never have happened." She quickly sat up and turned, her legs swinging down to the floor.

As she tried to stand I put my arm around her waist, holding her to the bed, "Don't go Mom, please don't go!" I begged as I lightly kissed her shoulder then moved to nibble her neck.

"No Chris! Stop that!" she ordered.

I took no notice, my blood was boiling with desire for this woman. My hand moved slowly from her waist, gliding over her stomach, until I found myself cupping her left breast. The firmness of her enlarged nipple pressed against my palm, contrasting with the gentle softness surrounding it. In that moment, I recognised that I wasn't holding the perkiness of youth, but was cradling the tender, yielding breast of a woman who had experienced life.

Mom gave a huge sigh as she leaned back against me, her hand moved to cover mine as I continued to nibble her neck while caressing and massaging her soft mammary.

Suddenly, catching me off guard, she lurched forward, grabbing her robe from the floor, "No Chris we cannot do this! We could... I could... never do ANYTHING with you. You are my son, I am your mother!!" she exclaimed forcefully.

I caught up with her as she struggled to put the robe on. "I'm not going to apologise about how I feel about you Mom, if my actions upset you, well I'm sorry about that, but I'm not sorry about expressing how I feel."

"Please let all of this go Chris! I need to get back to your father, please unblock the door so I can go from here."

Despite her repeated requests for me to stop, I had chosen to ignore her, driven by my own intense cravings and a blatant disregard for her feelings. The moment had been shattered, and it was my own fault.

No another word was spoken between us as I moved the office chair away from the door and unlatched it. Just as I was about to swing the door wide, Mom burst through, rushing into the dark corridor, her robe flapping around her as she hurried away.

When I returned to the bed I noticed two small wet spots on the sheets; one on the edge and the other at the centre, both corresponding to approximately where my mother had been seated. Despite her denials, it was clear that my mother HAD been as sexually aroused as I had. In my depraved state, I wanted to bring those sheets to my nose and then taste the scent my mother had left behind, and that's exactly what I did as I cocooned myself in the bedlinen and drifted off to sleep.

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I stumbled out of bed the next morning at around 7.30am having had a disturbed and restless night. Dressed in my crumpled jeans and tee-shirt, I picked up my car keys and headed towards the back door quietly so I didn't disturb either of my parents.

As I reached the kitchen, I was startled when I saw my father seated at the table eating his cereal and reading the paper.

"You want some breakfast son," he said as I entered.

"No thanks Dad, I think I'll just head on home... maybe stop at a café on the way and get something."

"Your mother will be up soon, I'm sure she'll cook you something if you like."

Not wanting to face her just yet, I replied, "It's okay Dad, I think I'll just be on my way," then noticing how he was dressed I continued, "Are you off bowling? Bit early for that isn't it?"

"Ahhh, the State Championships are coming up next Saturday and Sunday so I'm getting in as much practice as I can beforehand."

"Oh, it's a big deal then?"

"It sure is son and I'm confident I'll get through the knockout matches until late Sunday, but I'm not so sure about making the finals this year."

"Well good luck then," then remembering my dinner reservation with mom I asked, "So is mom going with you as well? The only reason I ask is that, if you remember I'd arranged to repay her dinner night next Saturday night."

"Hell no son! She hates bowling, and the last thing I need is for her to be there and start whinging about it all."

His last remark really got me seething very quickly. The lack of sleep probably didn't help either but I decided to step in for mom, "Isn't that a bit harsh, Dad? I've never seen mom complain about anything... she's always been there to back you up... but I can't say the same for you, especially when she brought up going dancing last week... sounds like you're the one who's been whining!"

"Listen here son, I'm still your father, and that's no way to talk to me. You no longer live here so you don't have to listen to the weekly requests to do this together, or do that together... it just gets too much, and now she's on about this dancing thing..."

Trying to rationalise mom's requests, I interrupted, "Why not hang out and do something together, Dad? It could be good for both of you!"

"Look, between work, bowling, and the sport on television that I like to watch, my time is already taken up Chris... your mother has different interests to me... she likes her work, and her home, and you kids... Ahh, she'll be fine," he said in resignation.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing from my old man. What a selfish arsehole he's turned out to be. His life is good for him so stuff what mom would like.

But then he continued, "How about you do me a favour Chris, when you take your mother out to dinner, why don't you take her dancing afterward? You know, to a club or something? That'll get her off my back for a while at least."

I didn't answer immediately. I couldn't believe the opportunity that he had just dropped into my lap. I pretended to think it through for a bit then said, "Okay, I'll do it, but you'll owe me!"

"Sure, sure... no problem... and thanks for doing this for me Chris."

[For you? For you... you stupid arsehole] I thought, "Oh, there's one other thing, if we are going to go dancing after dinner, then we may finish up fairly late. Do you think it best if mom stays over at my place afterward, that way we won't disturb you in case you have an early bowl Sunday morning?"

"Hey, that's a great idea," he agreed, "I appreciate you thinking about me son."

[Thinking about you? Only mom you sonofabitch], "No problems Dad, but let's not say anything to mom just yet, that way I can surprise her on the night... wadda ya say?"

"My lips are sealed... Oh, and thanks once again Chris."

I dashed out the kitchen door, still pissed off at my father's attitude toward my mother after all the support she had given him throughout his career, and his lack of understanding of her needs.

When I got home, I quickly stripped and eased into a scalding shower, attempting to rinse off the lingering anger I had towards my father. Flopping onto my bed I fell into a troubled sleep.

About an hour later I was woken by the insistent tone of my phone. I attempted to ignore it however it rang again a short time later. Rolling over, I picked it up from my bedside table and stared at the screen. It was my mother calling.

Trying to be cheerful and light-hearted, I said, "Hello Doc, finally up and about?"

"Actually, no!" her tone brisk and serious, "I saw you leave but I waited until your father had also gone before calling. I want to speak with you about last night Chris... and I could hardly do that with your father around could I?"

"No I don't suppose you could... soooo, what did you want to say Mom?"

In her no-nonsense tone she vented, "It became really clear to me after last night what you want for us Chris, well from me really. I've hardly slept worrying why this has happened, what I've done wrong to make you think we could go down that path. I'm your mother, and you're my son, and I love you deeply, but what you're suggesting just isn't possible. You're asking for something that would lead us into serious trouble, especially for me since I'm still married. Honestly, last night frightened me--the way we behaved, the way I responded and the feelings I couldn't keep in check... Oh..., I'm all over the place and am not explaining myself very well Chris... I'm frazzled and anxious just discussing this with you now!"

I didn't react to her admissions but just remarked casually, "It's okay Mom, I understand what you're trying to say. Clearly I don't feel the same as you, but that's okay too. We are all allowed to have differing opinions."

"Not on this occasion Chris!" she reinforced, "but thanks anyway, I was really concerned about how this conversation was going to go but I'm so pleased that you can see this from my perspective."

"Sure, no problem Mom," I cut her short, "Sooo... are we still on for dinner next Saturday night, I still owe you?"

"Of course Chris, as I said before, I intend to get my monies worth out of you for stuffing up my dinner. Do you still want me to come over during the week to help sort out Shona's clothes?"

"Can we give that a miss this week Mom? I'm still not really up to it."

"Okay... well, I'll see you Saturday then?"

"Yep, don't forget, 7pm pickup... I've got the table booked for 7.30pm."

And on that note we both said our goodbyes. I was elated. I'm not sure whether it was intended or not, but my mother just confessed to me that she'd also had sexual feelings towards me. She just got scared!

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Time was dragging ridiculously slow, so Tuesday evening I decided to go for a 5km run then circle back via the Tentação restaurant to double check its location and confirm it was indeed within walking distance from my place.

On my return, and as I neared my front door, I could hear music coming from the dancing studio beneath my apartment. I stopped outside where a notice on its front door announced New Members Welcome, so, on the spur of the moment, I decided to take a look inside.

Although I had inspected the dance studio when I purchased the building, I had never been inside since that time. There was never any need. As long as the tenant paid the rent on time, and any maintenance was taken care of, I'd had no need to visit during the past two years.

The moment I swung open the front door, I was greeted by a storm of sights and sounds. Adults and teens of every age and background were packed into the room. Some were gathered in groups at tables around the outer edge, while others were paired up, taking over the wooden dance floor.

The walls were lined with mirrors reflecting the disjointed movement of the students, intermingled with the flowing movement of the teachers. Some people were dressed to the nines, while others looked like they had just finished work and were still outfitted for the office.

Music was blasting from speakers strategically placed around the room that mixed with the loud commands of the dance instructors and blending with the student's voices. I couldn't help but wonder why I'd never heard any of this noise in my apartment; until I looked further and noticed the extensive noise-proofing that adorned the ceiling and walls.

"Can I help you?"

The inquirer was a woman who was gliding toward me from my left. She was wearing a gorgeous ruby red ball gown that flowed elegantly, its bodice was adorned with sparkling diamantes and white lace sleeves. The woman looked to be in her late thirties and was of Latin descent, her dark skin beautifully contrasting with her gown.

Still overwhelmed by the scene before me, I could not respond but just stood there, mouth agape.

"Excuse me Sir, can I help you?" she repeated, jolting me out of my stupor.

This woman was beautiful; high cheekbones, her skin flawless, with the darkest shiniest hair secured in a perfect low bun, and with a throaty seductiveness to her voice. Standing around 5 feet 8 inches in matching ruby red high-heeled open toed shoes, her hourglass figure and prominent derriere were accentuated by the tight bodice of her gown.

"I apologise," I said, feeling a rush of embarrassment for my sweaty, wrinkled clothes and my inability to express myself clearly.

"Uh... uh...," I stammered, "I heard the music, and the sign on the front door says new members are welcome, so I thought I'd come in and have a look."

Her fiery eyes bore into me as she probed, "You're not a pervert are you?"

"What? No!" I responded indignantly.

"It's just we get perverts in here at times, trying to look up the ladies dresses as they dance, is that what you came in here for?"

"No! No! That's not me, definitely not!" I pleaded, "My name is Chris and I have the apartment upstairs... I just came in by chance. My mother has expressed a desire to learn dancing so I just thought I'd check out your studio."

"Oh I am sooo sorry," she apologised, then offering her hand she introduced herself, "I am Reina, welcome!"

Turning, she shouted toward the dance floor, "Alfredo! Alfredo! Come here!"

A wizened man who looked around 60 years old broke away from the other dancers and approached us.

"What is it Reina?" he asked in a tired voice, then addressing me said, "Hello."

"Chris, this is my husband Alfredo, we own this dance studio. Alfredo, this is Chris, he lives in the apartment upstairs."

Her husband! I immediately wondered about the apparent age difference. Nevertheless, shaking hands with Alfredo he says, "Ahhh... so you are our new landlord... and the person who has been interrupting our dance classes with your renovations! We finally get to meet you after all this time?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry if I did that. I didn't know I was causing you a problem. You should've knocked on my door and told me, I could've worked around your classes!"

"Aghhh, It's no problem now anyway... Chris isn't it? and so, why are you here Chris? You not gonna raise our rent are you?"

"No Alfredo," interrupted Reina, "he's come to find out about lessons for his madre."

Looking around as we talked, I saw that others had seamlessly stepped in to teach the students, while Alfredo and Reina shared details about their studio and the fees involved.

They offer organised classes for anyone wanting to focus on ballroom, Latin, or swing dancing, plus a program for those aiming for a professional path in DanceSport.

Dependent upon the budget, you can choose private lessons, but there are also group classes like the one happening that night.

"You know, from what you tell us, I think your mother would really enjoy our Social Dancing program Chris. It covers a mix of styles like waltz, foxtrot, tango, swing and others, so there's something for everyone. If she gets into it, she can move up to different levels later on, or just concentrate on one type of dance," Alfredo suggested, then outlined further, "There is a new Level 1 Social Learners class kicking off in about three weeks. It's a group lesson that runs for an hour, twice a week for eight weeks--Tuesdays at 7:30 PM and Thursdays at 8:30 PM. Just a heads up, though, these lessons are designed for couples, so if your mother wants to join, she'll need a dance partner. We've had some issues in the past with people treating the studio like a pick-up joint, so we don't allow solo sign-ups for this program."

"Of course, of course," I agreed as I shook his hand, "Well thank you for the information. I'll speak with my mother about your studio next time I see her and she can make a decision herself then."

As Alfredo walked off, I shook Reina's hand. She squeezed it tightly and looking keenly into my eyes she said, "Chris, there's something else Alfredo forgot to mention... every second Saturday night, we host a social dance night right here at the studio. We play all kinds of music which gives our beginners a chance to practice with their partners, or with each other, or even with some of the more experienced dancers or instructors if they want. It's all about having fun in a chilled and friendly atmosphere. Plus, we have some wine and beer available for those who want to chip in a donation for the studio," and added with a playful wink, "we can't actually sell it since we don't have a liquor license. This Saturday night, we're kicking things off at 7:30pm... you could tell your mom to come along if you want. She can check out our studio firsthand and join in on the fun!"

"Well thanks for the invitation Reina, but she might have trouble convincing my father to come though!" I said, breaking my grip with her hand, "It just so happens that I'm having dinner with my mom this Saturday night, so I might just shock her by bringing her along without giving her any hints about our destination. That'll be a nice surprise for her I think."

"Yes I think so too," then lowering her voice she sidled up to me and said, "Plus it'll give the tenant and landlord an opportunity to connect as well."

"Oh, uh, yeah... thanks again for the invite," I said as I opened the door and hurried back to my place. Clearly Reina was coming on to me once her husband left, and stepping into my apartment felt like a breath of fresh air after that unexpected proposition.

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During the last conversation I had with my mother she made it clear that she wasn't interested in getting involved with my wild romantic pursuits. Sure, Reina was an attractive woman, but she wasn't my mom. No one could compare to the overwhelming sexual and emotional longing I had for her. Still, given my mother's rejection of my advances, over the next few days I found myself unable to shake the thought of Reina as a potential way to satisfy my sexual urges, and looked forward to seeing her again.

On Thursday night, I shot a text to my dad letting him know I found a spot to hit the dance floor after dinner with mom. I mentioned that she might end up crashing at my place afterward, but I also wanted to double-check if he was still okay with that arrangement and that he'd owe me one down the line.

He replied super quickly and was totally on board with everything. But then he added a little twist at the end, texting, "You might want to reconsider when you see her next; I think your mom might be a bit off her rocker!"

That reply caught me off guard and got me wondering whether everything was alright with them. When I texted back, Dad seemed to brush it off, suggesting there wasn't an issue, and told me to just hold tight until I see mom again.

I couldn't allow my mother to stay at my place again unprepared, so on Friday I made the decision to go shopping for some essential bathroom items. I selected a variety of nice soaps, deodorant, and a toothbrush to ensure some level of personal comfort. After gathering these necessities, I proceeded to a lingerie store to find an appropriate nightgown for her. Although I was tempted to choose something more revealing and alluring, I ultimately opted for a modest selection, albeit with a hint of elegance. I left the store with an emerald green satin negligée that fell to mid-thigh, featuring a semi-plunging neckline and delicate shoestring straps. To complete the outfit, I also acquired a couple of pairs of lace panties that the sales assistant assured me would complement the nightgown perfectly.

I finally stopped off and purchased a number of grocery items to restock the pantry and refrigerator, before heading back home satisfied that I had everything I needed for the weekend.

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I was feeling super anxious; my heart racing all day long. To pass the time, I attempted to distract myself with some televised sport and then binge-watched a couple of Netflix movies. Nevertheless, I just couldn't focus. I jerked off twice during the day to try and calm myself down and keep the anxiousness in check. Come 6.30pm, I finally had myself prepped for the evening ahead, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves.

It was a warm evening and I was tempted to put the top down on the Mustang, but chose not to do so, before heading out to pick up my mother. Although I stopped at a local florist on the way for the classic single red rose, I still managed to arrive at my parents house five minutes early, noticing the upstairs was brightly lit while downstairs not so much.

I knew it likely that my father was not going to be home, but nevertheless I still knocked on the front door before using my key to enter, calling out light-heartedly as I did so.

"Hello Barbara! Your gentleman caller has just arrived!"

I could hear some shuffling from upstairs, followed by my mom's laughter as she replied, "Oh is that so? He must be from out of town because there are no gentlemen in this area!"

It was a light-hearted moment that made me smile, and I instantly knew by her teasing response that she was willing to have a good night too.

"Okay, ready to go," I heard her say as I stood at the bottom of the stairs waiting for her to appear on the top landing. However, I was not prepared for the woman who appeared before me.

"Umm ahhh, I'm sorry," I stumbled, "I'm waiting for Barbara... you know, my date... ummm... my mother, I think there's been some sort of mix-up."

"HA, good reaction!"

As she started to navigate the stairs I took in this vision of the mother I had never seen before. Her figure, with its slim hourglass curve, was highlighted by the elegant black chiffon cocktail dress with a beautifully ruched bodice that she wore. Adding a touch of dare and sexiness, her lightly freckled breasts tantalisingly spilt over the edges of the flattering V-neckline complete with delicate short flutter sleeves. With each step that she took, the knee-length A-line skirt flowed gracefully over the short underskirt that was partially concealed beneath. Her toned calves, hidden behind seamed vintage styled nude stockings, became taught with each stair that she descended. Her black pointed toe shoes, featuring a strap around the ankle and a small block heel. They look perfect for dancing I thought.

Her makeup was understated but classy, enhancing the radiant glow she projected as she stepped off the last stair and gave a nod of approval to my outfit. However, the most striking change was in her hair. Now, it was straightened and cut to her shoulders, giving her a younger fresh look, yet the style still managed to beautifully frame her face.

"Wow!" was all I could manage as she flicked non-existent fluff from my coat.

"You scrub up pretty good yourself son. Shall we go?"

I took her hand and led her out the front door, down the stoop, and over to the Mustang. I could have easily positioned myself in front of the passenger door and tried to catch an intimate glimpse as she got in, but instead, I opened the door and stepped aside, allowing her to enter. It felt more respectful that way and, after our last meeting, I wanted to make sure she was comfortable with us being together again. Nevertheless, as her legs swung in, the underskirt rode higher, allowing me to see the highly elasticised lace top of her stockings through the chiffon skirt. My mother was wearing 'thigh-highs', and my cock twitched with the realisation.

"Oh, before we go," she said, "can you go back inside and get my case?"

"Your case?" I enquired with raised eyebrows.

"Yes, my suitcase Chris... it's at the top of the stairs near the landing."

I must have looked like a deer caught in headlights as she continued, "I heard you and your father discussing me last weekend Chris... If I'm not mistaken, the arrangements are that I'm supposed to overnight at your place so your father can get on with his bowls without me in his hair... so why don't you just be on your way and get my case, otherwise, we are going to be late for dinner!"

I was dismissed and, embarrassingly, skulked off to fetch her luggage. I located a small overnight suitcase and cosmetic kit just as directed, and returning to the car placed both in the Mustangs trunk.

Scooting around to the driver's side, I got in and immediately kicked the pony into life as I buckled up. Still mightily embarrassed about being caught out by mom, I tried to bring some light-heartedness back to the evening.

"You all set there Barbara?" I enquired.

"Hey you!" she scolded, "What's with the familiarity?"

Grinning at her I said, "Well we are on our first date... so I thought we could be casual about it and use first names... I mean, you call me by my first name all the time... but if you don't like it then... I could stick with "Doc" or maybe, just call you "Babs" instead!"

"Not if you want to continue this date you won't Chris! I'm still your mother you know!"

"Ahh-mmmm," I said slowly as I reversed out the driveway. Coming to a stop I looked directly at her and said with a smirk and a wink, "But you don't look like the mother that I know..." then deliberately added, "Barbara," as I slammed the accelerator and peeled away from the house.

Up to cruising speed I asked, "So, are you hungry yet?" in an effort to keep the conversation light and friendly during the drive ahead.

"Starving! I can't wait to dig into some good food, and at your expense," she responded with a giggle, "What's the name of the place we're going to again?" she asked casually while looking out the window at the passing scenery.

"It's not far from my apartment and is called Tentação. But, knowing you, you've probably already googled it and checked out the location, the menu and the reviews!"

"Hmmm, you seem to know me only too well Chris... and it does look good!"

We fell into a quiet comfort then. Neither of us choosing to chat for the rest of our ride; instead just relishing the warmth of each other's company while relaxing in the scenery and nightscape.

Arriving at the restaurant, I chose to park in the most secure location I could find, knowing that I would likely be leaving the car overnight. This out-of-the-way spot didn't go unnoticed by mom as she raised an inquiring eyebrow when I switched off the motor. Nevertheless, she didn't say anything and was out the door before I could get around to her side.

"These low cars are no good for us older people Chris, I think you'll have to sell it and get an SUV before I'll agree to go out again."

"Firstly, you're not old Mom, and I know you're are able to handle something more vigorous than getting out of a car," I say as I link my arm with hers, "and secondly, have I already made the first date passing grade and you're looking for a second date already?"

"Well, perhaps I did set the bar too low," she responded laughingly, "but I'm not sure whether that's because you're my son... or because you've already exceeded your father's standard."

Walking toward the restaurant felt easy and warm as mom held onto my arm whilst simultaneously leant into my side, creating a tenderness between us. I was loath to let her go as I spoke with the maître d' before she escorted us to the outside dining.

The area was perfect. Hidden toward one side of the deck, was a small round table partially encompassed with semi-circular booth type seating, creating both privacy and intimacy as we sat beside each other overlooking the slow flowing river.

"Oh Chris, this is just beautiful," mom said when we were alone again, "You are spoiling me tonight aren't you?"

"It's no more than what you deserve Mom. Since Shona died, you have been my rock... and you've put up with a lot from me... and Dad and Bindi have not exactly helped the situation either... so, this is much less than what you really deserve... and it's my way of giving you back some of the love that you've given me."

Even in the subtle lighting, I could see the reflection of tears forming in the corners of her eyes at my words. Lifting her hand to my face she said, "What I've done is nothing extraordinary, it's what any mother would do in the same situation... and besides, it's not hard to love you Chris, you are such a good son... and recently, well I think I've lent on you as much as you have with me."

The tender moment was broken as the wait-staff approached seeking refreshment orders and leaving menus for our perusal.

"So Mom," I said, suddenly, "I want to apologise about that conversation with dad that you overheard."

"Oh don't worry about that Chris," she interrupted, "I know that you tried to support me in that conversation but were shot down by your father. No, if anything, I was initially shocked and saddened after listening to what your father said... but then I got angry and thought; Well fuck you Steve and once I'd come to that revelation, I actually felt more empowered to stand-up for myself... to be more selfish and look after my own interests if you like.

I was taken-aback. I'd never heard my mother curse in public, at home sure, and I'd never ever in my life heard her use the F bomb.

"So," she continued, "I decided to get myself a do-over... new hair, new clothes, beauty treatments - the works. I spoiled myself rotten, and it's all on your father's credit card! And what's more Chris, I don't let him get away with anything any longer. I'm no longer the good old housewife he's used to!"

Good for you Mom! I thought before deflecting cheekily, "So Barbara, for dinner I thought I would make it a tapas night and, if you would allow me, I'll order the dishes for us... is that okay with you?... my new and empowered woman!"

"Oh sure honey... I've never had tapas so please, go ahead."

Taking my time, I leisurely went through the menu and selected a variety of small dishes, consulting with mom if I had any doubts about what she might enjoy. To her credit, she was ready to try whatever I ordered, claiming she was excited about the new experience. I ended the order with a bottle of white to drink immediately, and a bottle of red to uncork and let breathe for the later dishes.

"Ohhhh, that's a lot of wine you've ordered honey... what about getting home?"

"Oh lets worry about that later Mom, it's time for Barbara to just have some fun! Did you see the way you turned heads as you walked through the main restaurant earlier? You look spectacular tonight Mom, everyone could see that!"

"Oh stop it!" she responded, slapping me on the arm, "It's very nice to hear you say that dear, but I know that's not the case... after all, I am approaching menopause, and I'm under no illusion about what that will do to my aging body and looks."

"Okaaayyyy... well," I say seriously, taking the opportunity she has given me, "I'm a witness to that so-called aging body, and let me tell you Mom, you took my breath away. I feel this strong urge to touch you, and I really crave that closeness with you... I've told you all this before and those desires have not changed."

Saying nothing, she looked at me for the longest time, before finally sighing and dropping her gaze to her lap.

Taking her hand in mine, I said, "I really like the new look Mom? In a text during the week dad said he thought you had gone a bit crazy, but that's not what I'm seeing here. I really like the new hair style and, well, your dress looks fantastic on you, and I like the new found confidence as well."

"Ha! He would say that wouldn't he, the silly old fart! He's never appreciated the changes I make or even complimented me on the way I look... all he's interested in is his bloody sport! Here, give me some more of that wine will you?"

Soon after I filled our glasses again the staff showed up to take our food order. I went ahead and ordered a small selection of entrée-sized dishes and specified how I wanted them to be served. If necessary we could order more food later or a dessert to finish off the meal.

The dinner was amazing, and our conversation was light and somewhat playful. I noticed my mom was truly enjoying the evening, and it warmed my heart to see her savouring most of the dishes I had chosen.

Toward the end, our bellies full and content, the white wine consumed and half of the red, I took my mother's hand in mine and said, "I've really enjoyed myself tonight Mom. I've not had a night out like this since before Shona died and didn't realise how much I'd missed... but of course, you are the perfect person for me to enjoy it with."

I felt her hand squeeze mine as she continued to gaze upon the flowing river beyond. "I don't think I've ever had a night like this with your father Chris... never in the time we've been together... so thank you," then turning, she looked directly into my eyes and said, "Thank you for giving me this tonight darling."

Overwhelmed by the emotions of the evening and the sweetness of the moment, I found myself irresistibly drawn to her. I was certain I was going to kiss her, and even if I had second thoughts, there was no way I could hold back.

I heard her gasp as she realised what was about to happen. When our lips met, it was soft and sensual, each of us moving in harmony. My tongue yearned to explore her mouth, tracing the outline of her lips.

It was only a brief moment before I felt her hand gently pressing against my chest, breaking the spell as our lips separated.

"Uhumm, that was a lovely end to the dinner Chris."

I expected her to go further and chastise me for being so forward and intimate. But there was no reprimand such as, "That's not appropriate for a mother and son to do Chris", there was no harsh words or rebuking from her, she just took my hand in hers and turned toward the river once again.

This was the new mother I was experiencing, the one that was being selfish and looking after her own desires. I was lusting for the woman beside me and decided to chance my luck further.

"About last Saturday night Mom... when you came to my room... that was lovely as well you know... for me especially, it was something that I really desired... desire... still desire, but you ran away. And when you'd left, I saw evidence of... ahmmmm, wet spots that weren't mine Mom... so I know that I'm not alone here..." then left the sentence unfinished and hanging in the air between us.

We sat for some minutes with the lapping of the flowing waters and noise of the other diners breaking the silence between us. Finally, I saw my mother's shoulders relax as a resignation appeared to come over her features.

She turned, taking both my hands in hers she said, "I have struggled with the intimacy between us recently Chris. I know that you want to, how should I say it... have a much closer relationship with me, more than just mother and son. And I have really enjoyed the attention, Chris. Your father has never shown me thoughtfulness like you have recently. I've felt wanted and wanted by a very good looking and much younger man. Even if he is my son, it felt overwhelmingly wonderful."

"Well I'm pleased I made you feel that way Mom. It's no effort for me give you attention because you're such a wonderful person... and in recent weeks I've seen a very sexy and desirable woman that I never knew existed before... a woman that I've always loved, but now love more deeply."

"Oh Chris, you say such pleasing things, but you need to stop wasting them on me and find someone more deserving of your attention. I am your mother, that will never change, and no matter what our desires, what you're proposing is illegal in a lot of countries and states. I'm not sure what is going to happen between your father and me in the future, but you and I could never be a couple. You need to find someone your own age and someone who you can have your own children with. That is something we could never do. Do you understand?"

"Yes, of course I understand what you're saying, but it doesn't mean I have to agree with you does it? And, I also just heard you say that you also desire me Mom!"

"I didn't think I needed to say it Chris... you said earlier you found evidence on the sheets, so I was never able to deny those urges was I? But I had to leave that night Chris. I was getting lost in the moment and I was scared. My desire for you was overwhelming and... and I needed to get some self-control back!"

"And there's one other thing Chris," she continued hesitantly, "It's... its... the size of your manhood! There I've said it! I've not had a lot of experience in that department Chris and... well you're much bigger than your father, not that I've seen his for many years now anyway, so to see you so aroused, and hard, and large... well it's a scary sight for this old woman!"

I could not help myself, I burst out laughing at my mother's confession.

"Don't laugh at me like that!" she said with a giggle as she playfully slapped my arm again, "that's not fair!"

"I'm sorry Mom, your right, I shouldn't laugh... but in the circumstances, what you said just sounded so funny..." then whispered to her, "you're a mother complaining about the size of her son's dick!"

We both just feel into fits of laughter, each to our own thoughts about the situation and what she'd confessed.

When we'd gathered our composure again I said, "Here, let's finish up this bottle of red and move on shall we?"

"Good idea!" mom agreed as she poured the last of the wine from the bottle.

She didn't question where we would be going next, and while we sipped our drinks and gazed at the slowly flowing water, I once again reached across and took her hand in mine. It felt right as we shared this secret intimacy together. She didn't look up but squeezed my hand, which I took as her silent approval of my gesture.

The moment was soon interrupted though. The Maître D came over to ask if our meal was to our liking and if we were finished. We agreed that everything was wonderful and decided to finish up and leave the restaurant.

As we exited, mom said, "Thank you for the lovely dinner, sweetheart. You've definitely made up for your behaviour at home the other night!"

"It was my pleasure Mom. I've not had such desirable company for so long and only hope that I get that second date soon!"

"Well, we'll just have to see about that won't we?" she responded, as I put my arm around her torso and pulled her into my side while we walked the river pathway.

"Where are you taking me now?" she inquired.

"Well it's not far back to my apartment from here and, as you already know, you are spending the night, so I thought it would be nice to walk back home."

"What about your car?"

"I'll come back and get it later Mom; I'm just enjoying this moment with you too much to worry about the car!"

She responded by placing her own arm around me and we slowly walked hip-to-hip, like lovers on a romantic liaison. All too soon we were outside the front door of my apartment.

"The nights still young Barbara," I said as I guided her toward the Dance Studio next door, "I have another treat for you."

Opening the studio's front door, we were met with a cacophony of sound that was many decibels louder than when I was there last. This time, it wasn't the barking of commands but lively laughter and music that resonated in the room.

My mom halted in her tracks as soon as we walked in. Then, a broad smile broke across her face as she observed the fun everyone was having. She turned to me and asked what I had brought her into. Before I could answer, we were assaulted by the sound and vision of a radiant Reina calling to me.

"Ahhh Chris! Chris!" she yelled and waved from the opposite side of the dance floor, "Come, come over here!"

In those few seconds, the image of Reina's outfit was etched in my memory. She was wearing a dazzling turquoise Latin dance dress that fitted snugly in the bodice, accentuating her toned yet curvy dancer's physique. Unlike the ball gown she had on before, this dress had a very deep neckline, revealing the tops of soft breasts that jiggled with every graceful wave she made. The back of the dress reached her mid-thigh, while the front was designed like a bikini pant that clung tightly to her femininity, clearly showcasing a noticeable pubic bone between her thighs. Her legs, perfectly sculpted and shapely, were covered in sheer nude stockings that shimmered under the dance floor lights.

Grabbing mom's hand, we navigated around the perimeter of the dance floor, weaving between tables scattered with half-eaten meals and empty wine bottles, sidestepping tired dancers of all shapes and ages, until we finally found ourselves face to face with both Reina and Alfredo.

Even though I had only met both of them once, they welcomed me like an old friend in true European style. Reina grabbed my shoulder and kissed me on both cheeks, and then Alfredo shook my hand enthusiastically.

"Welcome, welcome Chris," said Alfredo, "and I see you have brought your girlfriend with you as well."

I could see mom slightly scoff at his obvious flirtation, but said, "Yes I have! Alfredo, Reina, I would like to introduce you to Barbara, my mother."

After the introductions, Alfredo went off to acquire a couple of bottles of wine, while I brought my mother up to speed with the Dance Studio, and what courses were offered, but not without a number of polite interruptions from Reina either.

Upon his return, Alfredo and Reina both excused themselves as they needed to circulate, supervise, or offer instruction to the students, but asked that we stay and enjoy the remainder of the evening as their guests.

Seating ourselves at a vacant table, mom said, "Well I didn't expect this tonight Chris, you have surprised me, and a wonderful surprise it is too!" then after a short silence continued, "And what was the idea of agreeing that I was your girlfriend... you know he was only saying that to compliment me and ingratiate himself, but you needn't have agreed with him!"

Pouring each of us a large glass of white wine, I didn't respond but silently hoped it would not be the last surprise she would receive that night.

Mom continued to look at me with an enquiring expression, and so, I said, "Well, tonight you are my girlfriend Barbara! Tomorrow, you may return to being my mother, but don't forget we're on a dinner date sooo... girlfriend... let's just enjoy ourselves eh?"

Nothing further was said as we returned to eyeing the other dancers, but I could see a slight smile on my mother's lips as she did so.

Eventually, Reina and Alfredo returned and asked if they could take us onto the dance floor individually and teach us a few steps. Initially we both refused, citing inexperience and embarrassment, however their insistence became too much as Reina led me out, and Alfredo mom, to a quieter corner.

Within a short period of time they had taught us a very basic box step with the exaggerated hip movements of the Rumba. I found it exhilarating to know that I could learn such a dance so quickly and not look too out of place on the dance floor. I was so engrossed in remembering my timing and steps, that I did not realise Reina had skilfully guided us away from Alfredo and mom.

"You know Chris, you have very good timing and movement," she said, moving closer into my personal space, "I think perhaps we could do some good things together, no?"

I was immediately flustered. This very good looking and sexy woman was coming on to me. I knew she was older, I knew she was married, but as she moved in my arms she made me feel aroused, and my arousal was starting to show.

I did not want to offend Reina and tried to laugh her suggestion off as beginners luck, that I have two left feet normally, and that Alfredo would have his work cut out for him trying to teach me. At the mention of her husband's name, Reina said that she'd better get back to her other guests and steered us back to my table, where mom was seated alone and waiting.

"Where's Alfredo?" Reina enquired, before mom explained that he had a bathroom call.

"That'd be right, he never could handle his vino," she complained, "Well I hope you have both enjoyed tonight, and, as you can see, you can learn to dance with us here, so please give it some thought, and I hope to see you both back here again soon."

Her last comment was unashamedly directed toward me before she turned and walked away.

"I think someone has found a new girlfriend," mom suggested.

Dismissing her insinuation, I said, "Unlikely Mom, I can't keep the one I desire now, why would I want to settle for another?" then before she could say anything further, "If you're ready to go now Mom, I'll take you up to the apartment and then head back and get the car from the restaurant."

As we retraced our steps toward the doorway, a hand reached out from my left to halt my progress. I turned and was looking into the darkest black eyes I have ever seen. She was about 22 years old, dark skinned, with flowing wavy black hair.

Bright red pouty lips moved as she spoke, but her words betrayed the angelic voice I heard, "Watch out for that Spanish whore, she'll use you, then destroy you!" she said, before turning and disappearing onto the crowded dance floor.

I was flabbergasted.

Mom had stopped by the doorway, "Hey Chris, are you coming or what?"

Still trying to absorb what the young woman had said, I turned and numbly made my way toward my mother.

"What was that all about Chris? Getting hit on already are you?"

She didn't need to know what I was told and so I tried to lighten the mood, "Oh no, I accidentally bumped her on the way through and was apologising... and anyway... Barbara... no one can take me away from you. Have I not made myself clear to you?"

"Only too clear Bat Boy... and that's what scares me!" she said with a smirk and a sideways glance at my crotch.

"You should be scared," I countered as I enveloped her arm in mine and guided her out the door.

Within moments, we reached the front door of my apartment, passed through the office reception, climbed the stairs, and entered the main room. As I trailed behind her up the stairs, I couldn't help but notice how her delectable arse swayed with every step, and I enjoyed the sound of her nylon stockings brushing against her thighs.

She turned to face me, and the tension between us was palpable as we both understood that the night was winding down, and what would happen next was uncertain and maybe even taboo.

"Ahhh Chris," she stumbled, "I just want to thank you again for the wonderful night out that I've had. You father has never taken me out like you have tonight... and I did not imagine just how enjoyable it was going to be... you really are a loving son and I'm so lucky to have you in my life."

I stepped closer to her, wrapping my arms around her waist. She rested her hands on my chest, almost like she was creating an invisible boundary that said I was close enough.

"Not as lucky as I am to have you as my mother," I said, and then, without thinking, I leaned down and gently kissed her on the lips. I caught a soft gasp from her just before our lips met, but she didn't pull away as we pressed against each other. The kiss was brief yet filled with tenderness.

Coming back to reality, I then said, "Okay, I'm just going to shoot back to the restaurant and get the car with your suitcases. It'll only take me a short time and I'll be back with all your things."

"I wondered about that Chris, you know, when we were walking here earlier."

"Well, full disclosure Mom! I actually went out and brought some items for you yesterday. I was hoping that you would agree to stay the night here, and I didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable... of course, that was before I knew you'd overheard my conversation with dad and were prepared anyway!"

She looked at me lovingly, briefly, before responding, "Thank you Chris. You really are such a loving and caring son to think of how I might feel. I am sooo proud of the man you are."

"Well, anyway, I've left it all in the walk-in-robe if you want to check it out," then walked across and set the sound system going with a soft romantic playlist I'd assembled earlier.

"Before I take off to get the car, can I get you another drink?"

"Great idea," she said, then stunned me when she asked, "Do you have any scotch?"

"I think I've got some Chivas in the cupboard."

"Well if you find it then I'll have one of those, rocks, dash of water."

My mother has never been one to indulge in hard liquor, so it was quite surprising to witness her confidently ordering a drink as if a seasoned drinker. Curious, I quickly located the bottle and placed a tumbler in front of her.

When she took a sip, I noticed her demeanour shift as she seemed to relax. It was a rare sight to witness my mother in such a carefree and uninhibited state, and it made me appreciate this unexpected moment of vulnerability and ease between us.

I looked at her enquiringly, "Mom, are you alright?" I asked, and then continued, "It's just that I've never seen you drink whiskey before."

"Never better Chris... well that's a lie," she confessed, "These past few weeks have been quite confusing for me, what with the events at dinner and my sleepover here, plus your admissions during our telephone conversation, and what happened last Saturday night, I've been very perplexed and unsure about my own feelings and my own future. On top of that, your father's been his normal dictatorial self, especially with his flat refusal about attending dance lessons with me. I've never asked for much during our marriage, and this one thing I've asked of him, he flatly refuses... and then overhearing his conversation with you, you were right, he is an arsehole."

"Okaaayyyy... so, where is all this coming from Mom? It's very unusual for you to be... mmm... so testy."

She took another slug of scotch, then continued, "Ohhh I don't know Chris... perhaps I'm just nearing menopause... but recently I've been looking back on my life and I'm feeling a bit dissatisfied. Having you kids has been the highlight of course, but otherwise, it's been pretty... is safe the right word?... conservative perhaps, boring definitely."

Sculling the last of her glass, she continued, "The way you have treated me, and the wonderful things you've said, has made me think about myself... about my life and... well... I don't want it to just continue as it has, I wanna live a little, because you just don't know when it's going to end. Shona's untimely passing has taught me that Chris."

Her last words brought some clarity and understanding of how my wife's death was impacting more than just my own life, but others as well. Nevertheless, a sense of gloom seemed to occupy the room as we both retreated to our memories or elsewhere.

After perhaps 10 minutes I said, "Okay, that'll be enough of that," trying to inject some cheerfulness, "How about I fill you up again and then I'll get the car and we can settle in for the night?"

Leaving my mother with another full glass, I returned with the car securely locked in the underground car park, and her luggage in hand, within 15 minutes. As I entered the main room from the elevator there was no sign of my mother. Thinking she may have gone to the bathroom, I made myself a whisky then headed toward the bedroom area.

As I entered I heard a noise from the walk-in-robe and, as I walked through the doorway, stopped dead in my tracks. My mother gasped at my sudden entrance, but stood there dressed only in a pair of jeans, naked from the waist up.

"Oh my god... Oh my god... I'm sorry Chris!" she said as she turned away from me.

Catching her like that only confirmed how incredible her breasts are. Sure, they had a bit of droop, but with their size and weight, I was convinced they looked better than most women her age. They're full, yet soft and enticing, each with a medium pink areola encircling a small hardened nipple at the centre. The milky white body contrasting deliciously against the slightly darker, lightly freckled skin of her chest.

"I... I... I came in here to see what you'd left for me," she stuttered, "and I spotted these fashion jeans of Shona's on the shelf. I thought I would just quickly try them on to see whether they would suit me... Oh Chris... I'm so very sorry; I'm just a silly mixed up old woman!"

Placing my whisky on another nearby shelf, I turned her back to face me and wrapped my arms around her. "It's all okay Mom. I'm sure Shona wouldn't have a problem with you trying her clothes on. It's not the first time you've done that anyway. She used to tell me how you and her would get together and try on different outfits when shopping... so I'm pretty sure she'd be okay with this. And besides Mom, you look fantastic... yjose jeans really suit you, but I don't think you should go out like this, you'd create a riot!"

Looking up, she stared into my eyes for a brief moment before gently pushing her pelvis against my hardened cock. I was truly turned on holding my desirable mother in my arms, she knew it and I was not disguising it.

"And do you think she would be okay with this? With you embracing your half naked mother, and clearly aroused?" once again pushing herself against me.

"Shona's not here Mom... there's no one here to agree or to judge... it's just you and me... and yes, I am definitely okay with this."

She looked away, but I continued, "You know how I feel about you Mom... I've made it very clear to you that I want to be with you, in every way. I'm not looking for another woman in my life. I have you, I love you, and I desire you. With every fibre of my being I want to be intimate with you... I want to hold you as I feel myself within you, then lay together..."

"Please stop Chris!" she interrupted as she placed her hand over my mouth, "I am so confused darling... you are saying such wonderful, wonderful things to me... you make me feel wanted and desired... I haven't felt that way for a long time... and I can't hide the fact that... well, you've aroused me also... but you are my son Chris."

"Not tonight Barbara!" I said forcefully, "I am your date... and your husband has agreed that you are to stay the night here with me..."

I took her hand from my face; she did not resist as I curled it around and placed it on the front of my trousers, "and you've also woken something within me, Mom," I said as I pressed her palm onto my cock.

Our gaze remained locked as the world seemed to freeze around us. In that moment, I could feel the intensity of our connection deepening. Suddenly, sensing the delicate touch of her fingers as they tried unsuccessfully to encompass my shaft, she then moved to smoothly stroke the length of my cock along the outside of my pants.

The sensation sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn't help but let out a soft moan as I closed my eyes, overwhelmed by the intimacy of the moment. Despite the taboo nature of our relationship, the tenderness in her touch made me feel a mix of indecision and desire.

Opening my eyes once more, I moistened my lips subtly before edging a bit nearer and drew her closer to me. She offered little resistance, and as she leaned in to meet my lips, I could sense her silent consent as she gave herself into a moment charged with anticipation and desire.

Our kiss was tender and innocent; our movements synchronised yet also filled with a hint of resistance. I felt her fingers loosen their grip on my cock, only to encircle my neck instead, lightly grazing me with her nails, causing a delightful shiver to run down my spine and electrify my senses.

As we finally separated, both of us were left breathless and overwhelmed by the intensity of our embrace. Our eyes locked, and I could feel the emotions swirling between us. It was a moment that left us both reeling.

"You are a very good kisser sweetheart," she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of surprise and desire, "It's been so long since I've felt such intense sensations from a kiss, if ever."

There was no point in denying the overwhelming sexual hunger that had taken hold of me, although I knew it was wrong. Despite the taboo nature of my desires, I couldn't help but feel a deep longing for this woman, even though she was my own blood.

Once more, I took her in my arms, but this time our meeting was different. I boldly slid my tongue between her parted lips, and, unlike last Saturday night, she welcomed the gesture with open acceptance. Our tongues intertwined in a sensual dance, setting the pace for our escalating passion. With each movement, our desire grew more urgent, as we explored each other with a sense of urgency and longing, at times breaking away to nibble at her neck and ears, before returning to capture her mouth.

I was past any sense of restraint as I prodded my hardened cock against her abdomen while boldly taking of her left breast for the first time. It felt large and soft and pliable in my grasp as I gently teased the swollen nipple with my fingers. My mother let out a gasp at my touch before leaning against my shoulder, breathing rapidly and deeply as I left light kisses on her neck.

Shifting to one side, I lowered my head and took her right nipple into my mouth, gently flicking it with my tongue before attempting to take her entire breast in.

"Oh Chris!... Oh Chris!!" she gasped, pulling away from my touch, "We really need to stop and consider what we're doing," she implored in a moment of clarity.

"I don't want to stop, Mom," I confessed without hesitation, "I don't want to think, I don't want to worry about anyone else, I don't want to contemplate, deliberate, or reflect... I just want to keep going with this, with what we're doing. I can tell from your reactions that you desire this just as much as I do... am I right?"

She gave me a slightly embarrassed but confused look, "Yes... I do but..."

I did not allow her to continue with her reasoning. I embraced her once again as I lifted her onto my arms then carried her from the robe to my bedroom. Placing her on my bed I stood back and slowly started to undress myself, my eyes never leaving her face.

Starting with my shirt, I noticed her following my every move as I unbuttoned it from the top down, and then let it fall to the floor. I then removed my trousers, and as I did so, I also took off my underwear, leaving myself completely naked and exposed to her gaze.

Standing in front of my mother, I felt a sense of pride as I allowed her to take in my naked form, my erect cock pressing against my stomach. I wanted her to see me in my entirety, as I stood there confidently, knowing that she was watching me, desire evident upon her face.

When she next spoke it was not what I expected, "Why do you shave your pubic hair Chris?"

"I don't Mom," I responded, "I actually wax it. It's better for my partner when having oral sex, not that I've been with anyone since Shona anyway, but I've just kept it that way. I like the look myself."

I could sense the reluctance in her voice as she confessed, "Chris baby... I think you should know that... well, I'm not very experienced with sex. Your father was my first and only partner, and although he wanted oral sex a lot, I've never experienced it for myself."

I could see the beginnings of a tear form in her eyes, "Mom... Mom," I said soothingly, "it's okay. us being together is all new to me as well, so we can learn together what each of us likes."

"Chris, I'm still not sure you should waste your affections or desires on me honey, it can come to nothing, and there can be no future for us."

I moved to the bed and lay beside her, reaching out and caressing her arm, "You right Mom, it's highly likely there's no long term future for us, but we have each other, and we have the now, and I want to explore all of you, to feel myself joined with you, to give myself to you and feel you give yourself to me. Can we just have that together?"

She remained silent. I don't think she could commit herself to step over the line of adultery and incest, whereas I had no issue with deceiving my family.

"Ok Mom," I continued, "I'm going to wash away the week by having a shower and make myself clean, and I want you to join me."

Getting up from the bed, I had no intention of forcing or coercing my mother into a decision she didn't want to make, as I turned my back and left her.

I was in desperate need of a piss, so that was my first port of call before turning on the shower so the hot water could flow through. I delayed entering the shower for as long as possible before resigning myself that my mother was not going to follow me.

Closing the shower door behind me, I was startled when it suddenly opened again. There stood my mom, completely naked. I couldn't help but gasp at the sultry body she'd kept hidden behind baggy unflattering clothes for so long. But what was most evident was that she was now completely waxed. Gone was the striking ginger pubic hair that had once adorned her mound of Venus.

"Don't say anything," she said as she walked into the cubicle, turned around, and leant back against me.

I couldn't resist the urge to embrace her, wrapping my arms around her and cupping her breasts gently, "You are sooo fucking hot Mom; I want to please you like you deserve to be pleased."

She returned my embrace by holding onto my arms and pulling me tightly. I could see the tracks of tears on her face, then, after a few moments, she composed herself and turned around to face me, taking a deep breath before speaking.

"I'm sorry for being a silly old woman, I never wanted you to see me tearing up like this Chris, but it's a difficult choice for me."

I didn't say anything but just continued to embrace her as the warm water cascaded upon us from the shower head. Eventually her sniffles stopped and she regained control of her emotions, before continuing.

"Ultimately I decided to be selfish for once and think only about my own life, my own future. You need to know that this recent unbridled affection you revealed to me, although confusing, has really helped shape my mindset... but, I also need you to realise that having you here for me, and supporting me as my son, means everything to me."

I understood her words, the vulnerability and the stark honesty in them. It was a pivotal moment where we transcended the boundaries of mother and child. It was a moment where we were just two individuals, connected by shared experiences and emotions, yet bound by unconditional love.

As the water continued to cascade over us, washing away the barriers of shame and guilt, we stood there in a silent embrace. In that moment, nothing else mattered except the bond we shared, an unspoken understanding.

I raised her face towards mine and gently planted kisses on her forehead, her eyes, and her cheeks, before finally meeting her lips with mine. As our mouths connected, this time she parted her lips to welcome my tongue, intertwining with hers in a passionate exchange.

With a firm grip on each of her thighs, I lifted her up and guided her legs around my back. I then settled on the shower seat, my mother seated on my lap and my hard cock nestled between us. Our embrace grew more intense as we continued to kiss fervently, exploring each other's bodies with tender caresses.

Moving back slightly, she said, "Honey, I just need to make certain you are one hundred percent sure about this? There is no disgrace if we stop now, but if we continue there is no road back, we can no longer only be mother and son."

"I am more than one hundred percent sure... and you're right, we can no longer be mother and son, but I can be teacher and you can be student," light-heartedly referring to her lack of experience, that was meet with a playful slap on my arm.

"Mom," I said in a more serious tone, "This is all new to me too. I've been locked away in my grief for so long that I'd forgotten how to really live again. It's as if I've seen you for the first time... I mean really seen you... and not only has that brought me back to reality, but I developed this intense desire for you. In this moment, nothing else seems to matter. I yearn to hold you so tightly that it leaves you breathless. I want to explore every inch of your body with my hands, my mouth, and my tongue. And I want to be joined with you, until we are both completely spent."

I didn't wait for her to respond but raised her from my lap, "I want you now Mom, this minute, I don't wish to wait any longer, I don't want to linger with any foreplay, I just want to be inside you Mom!"

As I lifted her, I watched my cock slide down her pelvis and between the folds of her labia, stopping just before her vaginal opening. Looking up, our eyes locked. This was the point of no return. Mom was no longer hesitant, she reached between us and took my cock in one hand and spread herself with the other.

As she engaged its purple head at the entrance to her birth canal she paused, "I don't know what's going to come from this Chris... I know what I'm physically experiencing with you is wrong, but my emotions are overwhelmed with love for you in this moment... I want to be joined with you and feel you inside me darling... I want to pleasure you by giving you all of me... if you still desire..."

Gently releasing her weight, my cock slowly invaded my mother's hot, slippery, tight cunt, each of us moaning with the experience, until I was balls deep within her.

"Oh Chris..." she whimpered breathlessly in my ear, embracing me tightly, "please don't move baby... it's a little painful at the moment honey, I've never been with someone with a penis so large!"

Overcome, she bit him on the ear, "Ohhh baby, I'm sorry... Ohh I just feel sooo full, so overwhelmed honey... can you just hold me like this? Can we just stay like this for a while?"

"Of course," I said, moving my arms to return her embrace, "I've never experienced the high that I'm feeling right now Mom, never ever with any other lover... and we are lovers now, aren't we?"

"Yes, I guess we are now baby," she said before engaging my lips with hers in a gentle passionate kiss before asking, "Do you have any regrets son?"

"Oh my god, NO Mom! No regrets at all. I feel at home inside your pussy, my cock enveloped within the sleeve of your love, tightly held by your vaginal muscles... I wanna fuck you soooo bad Mom, I wanna fuck you hard and fill you up with my sperm!"

"Chris!! Please don't speak like that! You know I don't like that sort of language!"

"Well I think you better get used to it Mom," I said as I started to withdraw myself slightly then penetrate her again, because I'm going to fuck you now!"

"Ohhh... you're so big, Chris," she moans with my first movement, as her body adjusts to my size, "but you feel sooo good son."

I grip her hips, guiding her movements as she also starts to ride me. Her tits bounce with each movement, and I can't resist leaning forward to take one into my mouth, her head falling back as I suck and bite at the nipple.

Her pussy is so fucking tight, and the way she's riding me is driving me wild. I can feel her muscles clenching around my cock, it's as if she has finally been released and her body is begging for more.

I slide one hand between her legs, finding her clit and rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles, "Oh, fuck, Chris," she cries out, her body trembling. "What are you doing to me? I'm already so close baby."

I didn't think it was even possible, but I can feel her pussy tightening further around my cock, her body on the edge of orgasm. Increasing the pressure on her clit, our hips move in sync with each other as she's riding harder now, her body slamming down onto mine.

"Cum for me, Mom," I growl in a voice low and commanding, "Cum all over my cock."

She cries out, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching, milking my cock for all it's worth. I can feel my own orgasm building, my balls tightening as I get closer and closer to the edge.

"Ohhh Mooooom... you feel so fucking good," I groan, my hips moving faster, "Your pussy is so fucking tight."

She leans down, her lips capturing mine in a passionate kiss as I wrap your arms around her, pulling her closer as I fuck her harder, faster.

"Fuck, Chris," she moans, her body trembling, "I can feel you so deep inside me."

I grip her hips, my fingers digging into her soft flesh as I fuck her harder, our rhythm faster. She cries out, her body quivering with a sudden gush of orgasmic fluid as she cums again.

I can feel my own orgasm building, my balls tightening as I get closer and closer to the edge, then, with a final thrust, my cock pulsing as I fill her, injecting my seed into my mother's womb.

She moans, as she rides out her own orgasm, before collapsing against me. Her body spent with the exertion of our fucking. I wrap my arms around her, holding her close while we both catch our breath.

Raising her head, she gives me a light kiss on the lips before confessing, "Chris baby, I've never experienced anything like what we just did... ever in my life!" then after a couple of deep breaths, "You know, I think we need to do this more often!"

I laugh, my own body still trembling with the aftershocks, "I think you're right, Mom! I think you're right," then seriously, as I touch her lovingly on the face, "Mom, I... I... I have absolutely no regrets about us being together like this... about us having sex... what just happened was so much more than what I thought it would be. And I don't feel guilty either... about the taboo of it all, or about Dad and Bindy. I feel like I've just found my perfect partner Mom! I don't want to be with anyone else, as long as I can still have just a little bit of you to myself!"

Her tears started to fall from the corner of each eye. "Oh baby, thank you. I'm surprised at myself as well because I don't have any regrets either. I mean, how could I when I've just experienced the most intense love in all my life? Thank you for not giving up on me Chris. You've made me feel like a real woman again... and given me pleasures that I didn't even realise I was missing. But... I don't know about the future Chris."

"It's okay Mom, I've got you for now... and for the rest of the night! So let's just live for this moment, okay?"

"Okay, but I'm not sure there will be any more moments, I'm just sooo sore Chris! You've killed your mother with that big dick of yours!" she admitted laughingly.

"Well let's just hope I get the opportunity to expand on that problem," I say as I lift her from my lap, "but for now, how about we finish our shower?"

That's just what we did. We each soaped, and caressed, and massaged, and explored each other until the hot water finally ran out. Then, after drying off, we fell into bed, embraced in each other's arms, until sleep overtook us both.

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I experienced a calmness that had eluded me for what felt like forever. No more haunting dreams about Shona and her passing troubling me. And, the internal struggle regarding the inappropriate feelings I nurtured for my mother... nowhere to be found. It was just an extremely deep and peaceful slumber.

As I cracked one eye open, I caught sight of my mother's alluring back as she lay face down beside me. From the rise and fall of her breathing I knew that she was also awake.

I reached out and lightly ran my fingers across her shoulders, then, without thinking, I leaned down and kissed the back of her neck. She tensed for a moment, and then relaxed into my touch. She moaned softly as I trailed kisses down her spine as my hands slid over her soft skin.

"Turn over Mom," I whispered in her ear as I pulled the sheets back.

Wordlessly, she turned over, allowing me to gaze upon her naked body, my eyes drinking in every inch of her. She was perfect, with full breasts and wide hips that begged to be touched. I leaned down and captured one nipple in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the hardening bud. She gasped and arched into me, her fingers tangling in my hair.

I kissed my way down her body, pausing to lick and suck at her sensitive spots. When I reached the apex of her thighs, I looked up at her, seeking permission. Although her face was twisted with unsurety, she nodded, her eyes dark with desire.

I parted her legs and lowered my head, inhaling her musky scent. She tasted like heaven, as I lapped at her folds like a man starved. I could feel the tension in her body release, until she was writhing beneath me, her hips bucking as I pleasured her with my tongue. I could feel her getting closer and closer to the edge, and I doubled my efforts.

When she finally climaxed, it was with a scream of ecstasy that echoed through the room. I felt a sense of pride and satisfaction knowing that I had given her that pleasure, that I had been the one to make her feel that way.

But I wasn't done with her yet. I needed more, needed to feel her around me, to be one with her. I stood up, my erection straining towards her. She looked at me, no longer with fear, but with desire, and I knew she wanted this as much as I did.

I climbed on top of her and positioned myself at her entrance. She was still wet from her orgasm, and I slid in easily, groaning at the feel of her tight heat surrounding me. I began to move, slowly at first, savouring every inch of her. She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me deeper, and I lost myself in the sensation.

I thrust into her harder and faster, my hips slapping against hers. She met me thrust for thrust, her nails digging into my back as she urged me on, the first words she had spoken. I could feel the tension building in my body, the pressure coiling in my balls. I knew I wouldn't last much longer.

With a final, powerful thrust, I buried myself deep inside her and came, my seed once again spurting into her welcoming body. She cried out, her own orgasm crashing over her, and we rode out the waves of pleasure together.

When it was over, I collapsed on top of her, both of us panting and sweat-slicked. I knew I should feel guilty, but all I felt was a sense of rightness, of completion. I had finally had her, finally fulfilled my deepest, darkest desires.

But as we lay there, basking in the afterglow, I knew it wouldn't be enough. One taste of her, one night of passion, would never be enough. I needed more, needed to know she felt the same.

There was no better time to confess those feelings and thoughts to my mother than the time we spent in bed for the next two hours. Neither of us was in any rush to move, although we both knew the moment had to end, and I needed to take my mother back to my family home.

From her lack of any urgency, I could tell that she was also reluctant to leave and return to my waiting father.

Sitting up, she leaned against the bedhead and said, "Chris darling, I can't tell you how incredibly happy I feel right now... being here with you. What began as a simple dinner has transformed into something so much more for me in these past few hours. I'm sorry for all the reluctance and indecision I put you through, but I want you to know that I don't want to stop loving you like this... as a couple, not as mother and child. I don't want to think about the future, family, or anything other than us being together again, like this, as lovers. Am I being ridiculous darling? Am I asking too much after this one night?"

"You've just made my heart gush Mom. Of course you are not being ridiculous. I also want this to continue, what I have experienced with you I want again and again... and again... and you better get used to the language Mom, because fucking you is incredible, and I want to fill your pussy up and have you cum as much as possible!"

"Mmmmm, yes, well... I'm sorry about my language too Chris, I've never been one to say such things, but I couldn't help myself in the moment of ecstasy... and I think you filling my pussy with your cum sounds delicious."

Suddenly, Ding Dong... Ding Dong... she was interrupted from saying anything further by the front door bell.

"Oh my god Chris, I hope that's not your father!" she exclaimed with a look of horror.

Tentatively I reached across to the intercom beside the bed, "Hello?"

"Hello... is this Chris?" said a female voice I did not recognise.

"Yes it is," then, thinking it was a work matter, "but I'm afraid the office is closed today."

"No, it's Maria, I spoke with you at the Dance Studio last night as you were leaving. I was wondering whether I could have a quick word with you?"

I hesitated. The only person I could think of was the young woman who warned me about Reina.

I looked at mom and shrugged my shoulders. "Why don't you see what she wanted and I'll go and have a shower," she said as she headed toward the ensuite, "Its time you took me home again anyway."

"Give me a moment Maria, I'll be right down."

I hurriedly put on my jeans and a tee shirt, splashed some water on my face from the kitchen sink, and ran my fingers through my hair before heading down to the front entrance.

As I opened the door, I was greeted by a stunning sight. Maria, as I had just learned her name, was wearing a light yellow sundress that fell just above her knees. She had hardly any makeup on; she didn't require it, with her black hair glistening in the sunlight.

Despite my effort to look respectable, I felt awkward and untidy when she looked me up and down.

"I'm sorry," she said in that angelic voice I remembered from our previous meeting, "I was just next door cleaning up from last night and wanted to apologise to you."

Confused, I just stood there for a short time without responding.

"Forgive me Maria," I said, standing to one side, "Please come inside so we can talk away from the footpath."

We did not go upstairs, but instead I took her into my office reception area.

"Please have a seat. Now what's this all about because I'm unaware of your need to apologise?"

Maria then went on to explain that during the clean-up process that morning the conversation had turned to me and my mother being there as newcomers. Alfredo said that I owned the building and wanted to make sure that we had enjoyed ourselves as I was his landlord and he didn't want anything to interfere with that relationship. Maria had remembered warning me about Reina and wanted to apologise for her comments.

Although I heard her words, I was entranced by the vision of loveliness before me. She sat perfectly upright in her chair with perfectly formed and tanned calves tucked beneath. Her nervousness apparent as she stroked her dress across her knees with long, eloquent fingers.

It was the silence that brought me back to the moment. She had stopped talking and was waiting for my response.

"I'm sorry, what did you ask?" I said embarrassingly.

"I said that I hoped I'd not put you off and that you and your mother would still come to dance lessons."

"Yes, yes... of course. Ahhh, to be perfectly honest, I'd not told my mother about your comments. And we have decided that we are going to commence lessons when the new season starts, providing my mother gets the approval from my father. That might be an issue Maria. But your comment did shock me a little so tell me, honestly, why do you have that opinion of Reina?"

For the first time she looked sheepish, lacking confidence, then took a deep breath and said, "She took my college boyfriend from me. I thought I would spend the rest of my life with him, and she took him from me. Then, when she was finished, she just discarded him, threw him to one side!"

"Ohhhhh, I'm sorry to hear that Maria. Now I can understand why you said what you did. But what about Alfredo, surely he must know?"

"I think he must be impotent!" she exclaimed forcefully, "This sort of thing has happened before and he does nothing."

"So why do you stay at the studio? If you know what Reina is like, why don't you move on?"

She did not respond immediately but kept nervously stroking the skirt on her dress. Then, holding her head high, she looked directly at me and said, "Because, she is my mother... and I love her."

Standing, she said that she needed to get back to the studio to help, but once again hoped that I would still come for lessons. Closing the door behind her, I made my way upstairs where I found mom making some breakfast in the kitchen.

"So, what was that all about?" she inquired.

I didn't see the need to tell her about Reina so just said, "Maria was the young lady that spoke with me as I left last night. It turns out that she is Alfredo and Reina's daughter. She was just making sure that we enjoyed ourselves and whether we were interested in having lessons."

"Well, that's perfect customer service isn't it? Home visits. She is a pretty young thing, don't you think Chris?"

"Well, I'd have to be blind not to agree with you there Mom," I agreed, "but she doesn't compare to what I have here," I said as I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her into me.

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Epilogue

My mother changed and gained a new found confidence in herself, and in her life. Although my father did not approve, she told him she did not care and we started the dance lessons that continued for years. My mother would stay over after each midweek lesson and after the social night every second Saturday.

Over the next few weeks, I set about seducing her again and again. She would come over after work and I'd find her in the kitchen, bending over to get something from the fridge, and I would take her right there, bending her over the counter and driving into her from behind.

I would wake her up in the middle of the night and make love to her slowly, savouring every inch of her body.

I taught her things she had never known, showed her pleasures she had never dreamed of. I introduced her to the joys of oral sex, of having her nipples and clit stimulated while I fucked her. I even convinced her to try anal, something I'd always been too shy to ask Shona about.

And through it all, she became more and more addicted to me, more and more dependent on the pleasure I gave her. She would beg me for it, plead with me to take her, to fill her, to make her cum.

But even as I revelled in our forbidden love, deep down I knew it couldn't last. One day, my father would come home early from a business trip, or a neighbour would see us through the window, or my mother would finally realise the depths of our depravity and push me away.

And so, I tried to savour every moment, to imprint every touch, every taste, every sound and scent of her on my memory. I knew that one day, it would all be over, and I would be left with nothing but memories and the knowledge that I had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed.

But for now, I had her, and I would make the most of it, consequences be damned. I would fuck her until neither of us could walk, until we were both raw and spent and sated. I would make her mine in every way possible, and to hell with the rest of the world.

Because in the end, all that mattered was us, our forbidden love, and the pleasure we gave each other. And I would never let that go, no matter what it cost me.

And No! I didn't fuck Reina or Maria. I stayed true to the one real woman in my life. I stayed true to my mother!