Obsessed Ch. 04 – Skin-to-Skin by TheSoaringCrow

Obsessed Ch. 04 – Skin-to-Skin by TheSoaringCrow

Explore an enticing tale of passion and intimacy in 'Obsessed Ch. 04 - Skin-to-Skin' by TheSoaringCrow. Dive into this captivating adult sex story filled with romance and desire. Perfect for readers seeking deep emotional connections and thrilling moments. Read now!<br/>

Note: All characters depicted are at least 18 years of age.

Later that night.

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Finally home, after an aggravating drive from town, I shut the door harder than I intended, almost slamming it, behind me. I loosen the knot in my tie, undo the top two buttons of my shirt, my fingers now slick with sweat. I quickly walk into the kitchen, yank open the door of the fridge, and pull out a powerade.

As I’m guzzling away, the light from the stairs comes on. Frantic footfalls down the stairs. I set my drink down, collapsing against the island, my face cradled by my hands.

“Oh my god! Grant!” My mother calls out in concern. I glance through my fingers, noticing she’s in a short, lacey robe. Haven’t seen that number on her in a while. Still looks hot on her.

The thought only fuels my shame over my actions earlier in the evening.

“Grant? Honey? What’s wrong?” she calmly asks as she kneels beside me. I feel an arm wrap around my shoulder.

“Oh honey, you’re soaking wet! C’mon, let’s get you out of this suit.” She states, as she helps haul me upright. She starts pulling my suit jacket off, and only when I feel the air rush to my back do I realize how much I’ve been sweating. A chill runs through me.

I also realize that I’m hyperventilating now, which explains my mother’s swift actions in taking off my suit. I avoid looking at her with all of my being.

“Ok, honey, I’m going to untie your laces. You start pulling off your shirt if you can.” She says, bending down in front of me. Now I’m really not going to look, knowing damn well that her tits may actually pop out of her robe. It wouldn’t be the first time.

My fingers fumble through a few buttons before she comes back up. She yanks the shirt tails up from my slacks and undoes the rest. After a few moments, my shirt is peeled off and I kick out of my shoes. I brace my hands on my mother’s shoulders, trying to catch my balance, when, to my surprise, she starts undoing my belt.

It’s still dark in the kitchen, only the light from the stairs trickling through. I notice my mother’s face, stricken with worry. I try not to sexualize the situation. Clearly now is not the time to think your mother is making a move on you when she’s frantically undressing her hyperventilating, drenched-in-sweat, aggravated son… Or at least I haven’t seen that scenario play out in porn before.

Just down to my boxers, also soaked, she guides me to the table, pulls out a chair, and plops me down in it. She tilts my head back a little, “Here, sweety, keep drinking this,” as she pours some powerade over my lips. I drink a bit too fast, and some goes down the wrong pipe, causing me to cough profusely. Not great when I also feel like I’m suffocating.

“Easy, baby. Easy” she says softly. Her hand caressing my sweaty head. Her other hand, now free from the bottle, glides over my back.

“Oh my gosh, your skin is on fire! Hang on, baby, mama will be right back!”

I hear her bare feet running on the kitchen tile towards the laundry room, I’m assuming. It’s hard to tell over my heartbeat pounding away in my ears along with my heavy, gasping breaths. I barely hear her return, but she grabs ahold of my wrists and starts pulling me up.

“Ok, baby. I need you to walk with me, ok? Just lean on me. C’mon.” She slides beneath my arm and starts walking with me.

The back door opens and closes behind us a second later. I feel the cool wood of the back porch. One step. Two step. Three step. Grass. I hear my mother panting as she pulls me forward. Not too long after, I feel the transition from grass to rough wood, then we stop.

“Hold tight, just for a second, sweety!” she says, letting me go briefly before coming back up behind me. “Ok, on three, I need you to take a deep breath in! One…Two…”

Before she says three, I feel her arms wrap around me, pulling me in tightly to her. I barely register something drastically different with her as she yells, “Three!” dragging us both forward, plunging into the cold, spring fed pond.

The shock of the cold causes me to scream beneath the water. Air bubbles tumbling out. I thrash, trying to reach the surface, but my mother holds me tight beneath the cold water. It isn’t until I stop thrashing that she gently pulls me up.

Resurfacing, I start coughing up the water I swallowed in my effort to get topside. But, as I do, I feel better. Calmer. It’s then that I finally realize what I clocked earlier…my mother’s skin is against me. No lace robe. No bathing suit. Nothing! I feel her hardened nipples pressing into my back. Before she pulled us into the water, I could swear I even felt her patch of pubic hair against my lower hamstring.

Under any other circumstance, I’d be hard as rock in half a second flat. But now… well, now I just enjoy the warmth of my mother’s embrace in the cold pond. I reach up and lay my arms over hers, pulling them tighter to me as I catch my breath. Her chin rests on my shoulder.

“That’s it, baby. Breath. Just breath.” she says soothingly.

We float in the pond for a while. Long enough for the water to feel warm, or maybe that’s just me going numb. Either way, I fully open my eyes for the first time since I got home and look up. The moon is new, letting the stars take the stage tonight. My mother’s warm breath on my shoulder. Her hand rubbing my chest.

“You feeling better, sweetheart?” she asks. I nod. “Ok, let’s get out and get you dried off.” I nod again, as she starts pulling me towards the bank. In the shallow part, we find our footing and make our way onto the grass. I try to keep standing but collapse to my knees. Numb it is. My mom stumbled as she still had a hold on me but let me go to fetch a towel.

I look over, my eyes adjusted to the darkness now, and confirm that my mother is indeed nude. Again, under any other circumstance. I just try to take as many mental pictures as possible. As she turns around, I look back down to the ground, hoping she didn’t catch me peeking at her.

She drapes the towel over me and pulls my shoulders back, guiding me to sit down. As my butt hits the ground, she starts vigorously drying me, her tits swinging in my peripheral vision. She moves behind me to get my back.

“We don’t need to talk about this tonight, ok? I think we’ve both been through the wringer. We’ll just dry off, head back inside, and go to bed. Sound good?” her hands still gliding over my back through the towel.

“Ok.” Is about all I can think of to say.

I feel her hands stop, then her arms wrap around me, pulling me into a rear hug. Her head to the side of mine.

“You scared the shit out of me, kiddo.” She states calmly, but a little shaky at the end.

I fall back into her hug, resting my head in the crook of her shoulder and laying my arms on hers, “I’m so sorry, mom.” I croak.

She pulls me tighter, her face pressing against mine.

“It’s alright. As long as you’re ok. That’s all that matters right now.”

I softly nod.

She pulls her face away, but replaces it with three long, hard kisses to my cheek. She clutches me close one last time before she pulls away, rubbing my shoulders.

“Stay there for a sec, hun.” she asks quietly.

I glance over and see her bending over, grabbing her own towel. That…ass! I watch for a few seconds as she gives herself a quick rub down with the towel. Her nipples are still hard, swaying with her motions. Her butt jiggles a little, too. I take as many mental pictures as I can before she wraps herself up with the towel and ties it around her. She bends down again to pick up what looks like her discarded, lace robe.

I look back down as she turns back towards me.

“Alright, let’s get you up.” She says, reaching down with both hands.

I meet them with mine and she helps hoist me up to stand.

“Can you walk, ok? Or?” she asks while still holding onto my hands.

“I think so,” my pride replies, knowing full well that my legs still feel like jello. My first few steps land me right back into my mom’s anticipating arms as she huffs trying to keep me up.

“That’s…a no, then.” She states, with a knowing snark, somewhat hidden by her struggling to keep me up on her own.

Wrapping our arms around each other, we slowly make our way back to the house.

…

Inside my room, my mom still has an arm around me as she walks me to my bed. As I let go of her, she reaches down to not only drop my towel but also my boxers.

“Mom, wha…”

“Baby…it’s late. I know damn well this is how you sleep, and I don’t care. Just saving you the trouble of kicking them off when I step out the door.” She huffed, pulling the covers back on her way back up. “Now,” she sighs heavily, “get your butt in there and get some sleep.”

I try not to focus on the semi I have from glancing at her cleavage after climbing all the way up the stairs, and I’m also hoping mom is too tired to notice. Once I settle, she drapes the covers over me and lightly tucks me in.

“Sleep well, baby.” She kisses the top of my head, “I love you.” brushing her hand over my cheek.

“I love you too, mom” I reply while almost immediately falling into a dead sleep. I didn’t even hear her leave the room.

…

The next morning comes, and I awaken on my own. As my eyes finally open and adjust to the light, I notice my door is still cracked. ‘Is mom still sleeping?’ I wonder.

I step up out of bed and walk towards my window, looking out across our land. Looking down, I notice that our towels from last night are out on the line, as well as her lace robe. My cock twitches at the memory of seeing her in that again.

I slip on my shorts and make my way to investigate if mom is up or not.

Passing by her room, her door is wide open, and peering in, her bed is made, bathroom door open, no one in sight.

I head downstairs. Entering the kitchen, I hear her call out, “I’m out on the porch, honey!”

I nod to myself and grab a mug and the coffee pot. Walking out onto the back porch, mom is gently swinging on the porch swing. I raise the pot to her, gesturing if she needs a refill. “Ah, you read my mind. Thank you, baby.” She blows a kiss as I fill her cup.