Literotic asexstories – The Undeniable Pt. 02 by CrimsonXpassion,CrimsonXpassion
Chapter:2
Reality vs Love
It’s been days since the night me and my mother actually did the unthinkable by having sex on her own bed. And not only did she cum once, but three times while I had my nut busted twice. Even though it was the best sex ever, everything changed since the morning I woke up from my deep slumber, still naked. I later found out that she had spent the rest of the night sleeping on the couch to then wake up early and leave for work. If I didn’t felt guilty before, I certainly did at the time, realizing that I might have made a big mistake. Though she did said that everything would go back to normal after that one night, my own mother could barely even look at me in the eye during the first week. It’s as if we became two different people while still remaining mother and son.
At high school, it was hard to stay focused, distracted by the memory of her sexy body and how good she was at giving a blowjob. It got to the point where I constantly had to be aware of my erections, which were hard to get rid of. And to make things even weirder, porn isn’t good enough anymore. It’s as if every video that I used to enjoy before, suddenly became less appealing and unsatisfying.
It was always the image of my mom that could raise my libido to a full boner for me to masturbate. Plus, I still have the pictures that I took with my iPhone of her thick, sweet butt shaped like a heart in that hot, red dress of hers. I couldn’t even play with my Switch for long without being tempted to stare at that delicious cake and beat my meat until I could blast my creamy load like a fountain. And for some reason, she never once asked if I deleted the photos or not. However, after what we did, she probably forgot all about it. Or did she?
Luckily, I have my swim practices with my swim team at “Seaside High”, my school where my boys and I have been attending together since we were twelve. At least then, I could clear my head at the pool, doing my laps, racing with my teammates and practicing my diving skills from a board at five meters high to ten. Ever since I jumped in my first pool, I always loved to swim. Mom once said to me that I was as a natural as if I was born a fish. And the day I fully learned how to really swim was the day I knew that this is my passion and that one day, I will compete in the Olympics. It was a dream that obsessed me all day and every day. Nothing could cloud my mind from that goal, starting with college once I graduate. But that was before my mother and I literally fucked each other almost like rabbits. And because of that, I wasn’t so sure anymore what I should do.
For awhile, I tried to forget about it and move on. She seems to be doing the same after all. But how can I really deny the fact that I had hot sex with the very same woman who used to carry me in her womb, who birthed me, who breastfed me and taught me how to ride a bicycle in the first place? Was I just so horny that I completely lost my mind (half thanks to the wine), or was it more than just the sex that drove me? Do I really love her just as my mom, or is it more than that?
I wasn’t so sure of neither, but as time went by, something else has changed within me. I guess it became apparent when I began to pick up after myself more often than not. And day by day, I became more attentive and mindful when it was time to clean up the house, doing the dishes and take out the trash before my mom would even ask after returning from her work as an interior designer.
One evening as she came back later than usual, I even prepared a hot meal composed with Mexican rice, salted mashed potatoes and one Greek lamb chop for each plate that I purchased from the nearby grocery store where I work part-time in the fruit and vegetable department.
She was so surprised and warmly glad with my initiative that she finally took me in her arms after all this time while adding a kiss on my cheek with the same affection as before. I have never felt so relieved to have my mother back as her face embellished by her make-up was suddenly revealing so much pent up emotion that her eyes were tearing up surely out of happiness. So I started to cook more frequently ever since.
That was when I realized that all that I want right now is for my mom to know that I care. I wish to show her more than ever that I can be not just her son, but also her best friend. Someone she can talk to and rely on. I want to become the man she deserves and the one she needs.
Those are the thoughts that were dwelling in my head as I was pedaling on my bike at seven PM on my way back home after hanging out with the boys in celebration for the coming spring break from school. Though I would like to spend time with them, I was more hoping for a chance to do something with my mom, something that might set us on the path where we can maybe talk about what happened between us. The anticipation of it was getting into my head as our home was near in plain sight among the other residents of the neighborhood.
It is a one-story white house with a gable roof to which is added a triangular dormer in front and a window at the middle. Not to mention that it’s surrounded by a sizable amount of lawn that I recently mowed yesterday. It isn’t quite as big or fancy as most of the other houses, but it’s a nice home and that’s more than good enough for me. And so as I stopped my bike to walk the rest of the way up on our driveway to the garage, I smiled as I noticed my mother’s blue Mazda parked inside. Looking forward to greet her and see what she’s up to, I left my bike against the nearest wall as soon as I walked through the threshold and then flip the switch to close the garage. And the moment I opened the door to step inside the house, my nose immediately picked up the smell of good food.
“Honey, is that you?” Mom asked as she heard me entering thanks to her super hearing.
“Yeah, it’s me,” I answered, leaving my vest hooked on a hanger to my left before taking off my shoes. “What’s cooking?”
“Lasagna.”
“Sweet!” I said, grinning ear to ear at the delicious smell of my favorite dish that was becoming stronger as I went for the kitchen.
However upon arriving there, the lasagna was no longer of interest to me the moment I laid my eyes on my mother just as she was bending down to open the oven. And while she had her back turned, her big, beautiful ass filled her black leggings so completely that it’s as if the extensible fabric was a second skin on her round cheeks. It is the peerless definition of a nice, thick booty, the kind I wanted to smack right here and there. But I chased away the thought as Mom stood back up after pulling out the hot tray with her hands in a pair of mittens.
She was wearing a loose tank top in grey, garnished with pink, floral patterns. And by the time that she put her delicious lasagna to rest on the stovetop, I was able to ogle long enough to notice the contours of her mommy hips beneath the hem of her garment before she turned around to greet me with her warm smile that always seems to make my heart melt.
“There you are!” she exclaimed so happy to see me that she just tossed her mittens on the nearby kitchen table to sooner cross the distance between us and give me a bear hug. “It’s about time you came. I have very good news.”
“What is it?” I asked more happy myself to hold my beloved mother to also feel her big tits cupped in a bras against my chest.
“Well…let’s just say…Mommy got very lucky.”
“Lucky how?”
Not wanting to spoil the surprise, she gently broke off the hug and went for the dining table to fish out two tickets that she was now wiggling between her fingers with as much excitement as if she had just won the lottery.
“What are those?” I asked now even more curious.
“These are boarding tickets for the Carnival Oceanus in Florida,” she happily announced, barely able to contain her joy that was threatening to make her head explode. “We’re going on a cruise baby!”
“A cruise?!” I almost shouted, taken aback by the incredible surprise before I could snatch one of the so called tickets to have a closer look. “How much did it cost you?”
“Not a penny. Being employee of the year has its perks after all.”
“You’ve been nominated employee of the year?! Wow mom! Are you on fire or what?”
“I guess I’m just, naturally awesome,” she replied playfully with a gratifying smile on her beautiful face while posing confidently, like a sexy model.
“Well, whatever the case,” I added before giving her another hug with my hands passing through around her waist. “I’m proud of you.”
“Thanks honey!” she responded this time with humility before hugging me back with double the affection. “It means a lot, coming from you.”
Thus, we cuddled a little longer this time. And not one to miss an opportunity, I savored the moment, smelling her scent rich and womanly, and feeling the warmth and softness of her generous body. But that is not all that I cherish about her. Since I was a toddler, she was nothing but kind, nurturing, forgiving, smart, sweet and more.
I was so induced to be this close to my delectable mother that I could barely stop my right hand from sliding lower along her back for my fingers to reach for the top border of her buttocks. However, a thought prevented me from completing the gesture. It was a simple detail that almost slipped my mind, and it was concerning enough to make me let go and look her in the eye.
“You said WE?” I asked.
“Yes, we,” Mom answered still in a bright mood. “I’m taking you with me. Although the tickets were meant for a couple, I guess I’ll make do with my handsome devil of a son. What do you say?”
“Honestly, I’d be happy to, but what about Kevin? Aren’t you gonna bring him along instead?”
And thus, her smile faded a bit, like I was reminding her of something that she wasn’t really inclined to share with me.
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