“He almost looks like grandpa,” Brayden noted, stopping to gaze upon the artwork in the sort of wonder that alcohol sometimes summoned forth.
His mother giggled, touching his arm affectionately. “You’re being silly. Explain how he looks ANYTHING like grandpa.”
“… Grandpa had a hat like that.” The defensive tone in Brayden’s voice made Laurie giggle even more. For the briefest moment, he looked like he might be offended; but then he broke out into laughter himself. “Okay, maybe there aren’t too many similarities. I meant it more as, well, an abstract thing? I dunno…”
Still laughing quietly to herself, Laurie reached for his hand – interlocking his fingers within her own. The gesture wasn’t completely out of character – she often did little things like that while walking around, to show affection without any indecent thoughts crossing her mind. But the act caused them both to look at each other strangely, as though wondering what was going through the others’ mind. It felt different somehow.
“More than anything, grandpa would want you to be happy. You know that, right?” The words came out as something akin to a whisper; spoken with great meaning and sincerity.
“You make me happy, mom.” Brayden smiled gently, pulling her in closer, in order to wrap his arms around her waist.
She gazed up into his eyes lovingly – drinking him in for a moment. She felt tiny when next to him, engulfed in his arms. “I try my very best,” she answered him with equal parts gentleness and adoration, stroking the side of his face with her hand. The light stubble upon his cheek tickled her fingertips. “And I’d do anything for you, honey.” The words seemed sexually charged, somehow. She hadn’t intended for them to be – at least not consciously – but now that they hung there in the air, her heart beat faster as she stared deeply into her son’s eyes.
He looked back at her – appreciative and intrigued all at once, perhaps. It was hard to tell. “Anything?” he asked slowly, a lilt in his voice. He watched her reaction carefully.
Laurie giggled again. “You know what I mean!” She squeezed him tightly against her, burying her nose in his chest – smelling his manliness. “But yes. Anything..” she added with quieter inflection. Something inside of her felt like it was stirring awake; a dormant, primal part of her psyche coming alive in her son’s embrace. She knew she ought to feel embarrassed, ashamed, and yet none of those feelings crossed her mind. There was only desire. For more of his warmth, of his touch. For him to just hold her a little bit longer, a little bit tighter. Her true feelings had been kept in chains for far too long. They needed freedom. Desperately. But how could she tell him how she truly felt, without risking damage to the close bond that they had? It was that fear that kept her in check. Well aware that her feelings for him were forbidden and unnatural, but powerless to stop them nonetheless.
She took several deep breaths, clinging to him, inhaling his masculine scent – committing it to memory – then glanced up at him again. “Let’s get to bed early tonight, honey..?”
— 4 —
With a furrowed brow, Laurie pressed down on the mattress with both hands, and the springs within the old bed creaked out a wailing dismay. “My lower back,” she complained softly, “.. is not getting along with this bed.” Darkness had descended upon their hotel room, and the window was left partly open – the sound of an acoustic guitar wafting through the air from somewhere further down the streets. “Brayden, honey? Do you think I could bother you for a massage before bedtime?”
Under the luminescent light of his phone screen, the young man did his best to appear nonchalant about the idea, though the slightest hint of excitement shone through in his eyes. “Sure mom, no problemo. But we don’t have any massage oil, do we?”
Flipping the lamp on the bedside table on, Laurie approached her suitcase. “Hmm.. I’ve got baby oil in here somewhere..” She was already in her sleepwear – a negligee in silky materials that hung just past the curve of her pert ass. The most alluring piece of attire she had brought on their trip, and she had slipped it on as a pre-meditated move, hoping Brayden would love seeing her in it. Hoping it would make him cross the threshold; to be more amorous towards her than he ever had been before. She dug through her toiletries and her various cosmetics bags until she found the small bottle. “This will work, right?”
The bottle cap opened with a pop. The oil was viscous; leaving a slippery residue upon Brayden’s hands when he rubbed it between his palms, attempting to warm it up. The two shared a smile. “I’m no expert at this, but I’ll try my best. Guide me along.”
Laurie gave him an appreciative look. “Of course, honey.” After removing her glasses, she climbed onto the bed, planting her face into the pillow, speaking with a muffled voice. “You can turn the light off if you feel embarrassed by my nakedness, Brayden.” With that, she squirmed and wriggled until the clothing bunched up around her chest. Her behind was exposed to the night air. Thighs only slightly parted, the shape of her luscious form was bared before her son’s gaze, and Laurie wondered just how indecent she might look from his perspective, as she wore no underwear. Was she giving him a slight view of her puffy pussy-lips as well? She expected that might be the case – yet she felt only a small dosage of shame, and mostly just warm anticipation in the pit of her stomach.
She expected him to comment on it – her lewd display – but he didn’t. Gingerly, he rubbed his hands over her lower back first; massaging the oil into her skin slowly and carefully. Laurie wondered where his eyes were fixated, as she blushed to herself – knowing full well that the way she was displaying herself before him was sexual in some ways. The way he touched her brought fourth something she hadn’t felt in forever; made her loins tingle and her nipples ache. As his fingers worked out knots on her lower back, she imagined what it might feel like for them to rub against other parts of her feminine body; particularly along her sensitive, inner thighs.
“Does it feel okay?” Brayden asked – perhaps mistaking the sigh of pleasure which escaped his mother’s mouth as discomfort.
“It feels lovely, baby. You’re doing great,” Laurie sighed with contentment, in response to his question. “Keep going, just like that.”
After a couple minutes of slow work, he spoke again. This time his voice seemed tentative, almost timid. “Think that’s enough?”
“You can go lower, honey,” she cooed with a flirty tone.
She heard him swallow. “Mom, I’m almost touching your butt already. Are you sure..?”
There it was again. That forbidden feeling – a mixture of shame and arousal; filling her innards with fire, making the tips of her toes curl in ecstasy. His fingers were only inches away from her most intimate of places. “Oh, don’t worry about that. The lounge chairs at the beach aren’t exactly the peak of comfort, so my bottom could use a massage too. Keep going.” She wriggled her hips with a subtle sort of sway, parting her legs further in the process.
“If you insist, mom,” Brayden spoke slowly, now kneading his thumbs into the plushness of Laurie’s bum. She could tell how hard he was trying not to think about the indecency of the situation – but it wasn’t working. “Mom, I don’t really know if this is appropriate,” he spoke after a short while, continuing to knead her cheeks firmly.
“Shhh,” Laurie interrupted him. Her breathing had grown a little ragged. “I wouldn’t have asked you for it if it bothered me. Please, Brayden? Just do what comes naturally to you.” She gave her lower body the slightest squirm to accentuate her point, biting back another satisfied sound when she heard him squirt more oil onto his hands, then making contact with her flesh again; this time spreading it over her round ass-cheeks more cautiously – following the contours with his fingertips – as if he was unsure of how far to take things. Or perhaps appreciating her feminine form on a whole new level.
The air felt electrified. Laurie was almost certain that her son knew that things had escalated from an ordinary massage into something more when she felt his fingers kept grazing close to the cleft between her cheeks. But he seemed hesitant to push things further. “Right there,” she said when he came dangerously close to her puckered little hole. Her face was still planted firmly into the pillow, and yet she tried to coax him into going further, sliding his digits along her crack without hesitation. Without holding back.
“Mom..” he began again.
“Schhh,” she repeated. She heard the trepidation in his voice. “Go ahead, honey. Do what feels right. Trust me.. I won’t be mad at you.”
It was clear from his movements that Brayden was uncomfortable – uncertain about how to proceed – but Laurie was no longer able to restrain herself. It was far too late for that. She knew she ought to stop, and not go any further, but it proved impossible. Letting herself fully surrender to her carnal impulses, Laurie parted her thighs further, raising her bum into the air; begging silently for more of his touch – yet not daring to look back. Not daring to meet her son’s gaze.
“I think that’s enough,” he spoke – his voice husky. A hint of arousal? His hands came to a stop, though still resting upon her womanly rump.
Disappointment stirred within Laurie. What was going on in his mind? “Just a little more,” she pleaded – reaching back and grabbing onto one of his wrists, hoping he wouldn’t pull away completely. “I want a really deep massage.” She put emphasis on the word deep, hoping that his curiosity might get the better of him and push things along. The sultriness to her voice made it clear just how much she was enjoying being touched this way.
“Mom, no. That would be so wrong,” Brayden protested – even as he allowed her to guide his hand down to where she wanted it most. Even as his fingers slid along her dampened lower lips. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” he whispered softly. But Laurie wasn’t truly listening anymore, far too aroused for reason and self-preservation to win out. The tingling sensation between her legs had turned into an intense throbbing. An aching. She guided his hand for a moment more, then let go, and shivered almost violently as he kept moving his digits out of his own accord, his feather-light touch against her glistening sex.
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