Obsessed Ch. 02 – Distractions

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

Pulling up to my high school, my mom puts the car in park. I unbuckle my seatbelt and steal a quick glance at her cleavage before looking up at her smiling face. We lean towards each other and exchange pecks on the cheek. Mine, as per usual, planted just off the corner of her lip, whereas hers was smack dab in the middle of my cheek, accompanied by her soft hand gently pulling my face towards her. As we part, she shares another of her priceless smiles, and lays her hand on top of mine.

“Have a good day at school, sweety! I’ll see you at home. Oh, I might stay late at the shop, but I’ll be home in time for dinner. I love you!”

My mother, always so loving and affectionate. To the point where I imagine anyone else with a normal, non-obsessive relationship with their mother might find it a bit…weird. But I love it! Since I was little, hugs, kisses, cuddles, cheek pinches, and butt taps were a daily reminder that my mom loved me, and I always reciprocated.

Especially now, as it’s just us two at home. Nana and Pop have been gone for a few years now. My father, who probably doesn’t even know he’s a father, or at least was only in my mom’s life long enough to make her pregnant with me, has yet to make his appearance in our lives. Mom never went out or anything after I was born. So, between work and me, my mother never made time for anything, or anyone else.

I felt guilty and a little sad, at one point. My mom is the most incredible person I know, and she deserves to find someone that she can share her love with. Now… well, now I feel as though it should be me who she gives all of her love to. Selfish, I know, but it’s something that I keep dreaming about…

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Long, dark hair cascading around my face. Warm breath exhaling in short bursts. I take it in as I inhale.

The feeling of nipples, hard and a little rough, dragging over and over on mine. A wonderous kind of friction. The sweet, yet earthy aroma of sex swirling in the room.

Her gasps and little moans hitting my ears in the most pleasant way imaginable. My hands cup her large, round cheeks, squeezing and pushing down as my hips thrust up into her.

I open my eyes, just in time to catch hers. As we stare into one another, she rewards me with a joyous smile. The kind of smile that only shows itself in blissful euphoria.

Thrusting up, I again push her hips down onto me, harder this time, grinding my groin against her swollen clit.

“Mmmn-ah!” She gasps. Smile widening. I grin back, knowing that she is putty in my hands, as much as I am in hers.

Her delicate lips find their way to me. As mine part, she moans into me, grinding against me with long, slow thrusts. I feel the soft fuzz from her short, little patch of hair.

I glide my hands up her back, picking up little droplets of sweat along the way. Tangling my fingers in her hair pulling her tighter to me. Our tongues dancing together.

We’ve been at this for a while. For how long, I don’t know. Nor do I care in the slightest. This is just how we make love. Long, slow, hot, sensual. We have no other appointments to attend to. The chores can wait, they’ll be there long after we think we’re finished. And no one is going to bother us.

All the clothes are off. The bedding barely hanging on. The windows and curtains open to the world as the sunshine and fresh air filter through. I hear the birds singing now and again. A woodpecker in the distance, seemingly trying to encourage me to go faster. I ignore him. This, right here, right now, feels way too fucking good to rush it. I don’t want it to end. And by how she’s responding to my body pleasuring hers, I know for certain that she doesn’t either.

The inner walls of her sex clenching around my hardness as I retract my hips, almost yearning for me to stay, but always glad to relax as she feels me coming back in. Back inside where she knows that for nine months, it was considered my home. Now almost two decades later, I’m home again.

I feel that all familiar feeling down below. The churning, rising flow of what’s to come. I look at her with pleading eyes, as if asking permission for my release. Her eyes soften, her smile sweet. She nods.

“Oh honey! I think it’s time…go ahead baby!”

Our thrusts are more urgent. Our hands gripping each other’s flesh a bit firmer. I feel that final surge…

“Grant? Honey? You in there?”

———

I feel her hand shaking mine as she reels me back to the now. My head shakes with the dumbfounded realization that I fell deep into another daydream again.

“Hey, space cadet!” She laughs. “I know it’s still early for you, but I gotta get going, kiddo.” She smiles ever so sweetly at me as I regain my composure.

“Oh, yeah. Sorry, mom. I love you too!” I notice my voice is a little shaky, so I quickly stumble my way out of the car, trying to keep my bag in front of my now tented pants.

“Byyyye!” I hear her chuckle as I closed the door.

As she drives off, I recite my boner-calming mantra in my head, keeping my bag in front of me, pretending I’m trying to look for something inside.

“Breath in…breath out…let it go…let it slow…”

After taking a few slow, somewhat clumsy steps, I am now just semi hard. Well, at least it’s down enough to not be super noticeable. I let out another defeated sigh. Looking up ahead to the school entrance, I start to dread how this day will go. I haven’t even stepped foot on the grounds, and I already dreamt about fucking my mother. And for the second time just this morning! Fuck!

I quietly grumble as I start dragging my feet to the door. It’s going to be a long fucking day.

…

Third period. Advanced Biology class. My teacher: Ms. Lancaster. One of the few incredibly hot teachers in this school. Late twenties, maybe early thirties? I don’t know for sure, but that woman both turns me on and terrifies me at the same time. You see, she’s a no-nonsense, by the book, almost drill instructor-like, teacher. Her glare is considered lethal by some.

But she’s still…so…hot! Even though she’s a conservative dresser, her body still shines through whatever she wears. Today, a light grey, long sleeve button up, buttoned up to the very top. A tan pencil skirt that tapers down to bare legs and strappy, tan wedges. French tipped toes to match her French tipped fingers.

Her tits large and in charge. I know it’s a dumb saying, but she is very professional and always holds an upright posture. You know, shoulders back, chin held high…chest… out. Ok, you get the idea.

She has long blonde hair that is usually put up. Today, it’s in a long pony. She has on her thick, clear frame glasses on, too, accentuating her dark, blue eyes.

We’re now twenty minutes into class. The windows are slightly open, and I hear the leaves of the nearby arboretum rolling in the breeze. I try to stay focused. But…that noise, that ocean wave-like noise, it’s as if it’s calling to me…

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The tide rolls lazily over the beach, gently swirling around my toes. No. Our toes. I’m not alone. The sounds of the waves and the breeze are the only things I hear. I feel my feet sinking into the cool, wet sand. But I also feel a soft, warm hand holding mine. We’re walking along the beach. The sun washing over my skin. Just skin. Yes, I notice I’m nude.

I finally turn my head to look at who’s holding my hand. Oh! She’s nude too. Older than me, but not noticeably. Long blonde hair, flowing majestically in the wind. No. Wait. Now she has long, dark hair. I notice her skin is tanner, as well. And she’s shorter all of a sudden. She’s…she’s no longer Ms. Lancaster, but… my mom.

She turns her face towards me smiles at me. I feel my face lift as I return a smile back. I look around. No one else is here. It’s just my mother and me…nude…on a beach. Wow…this is…this is nice. Really nice. I smell the fresh, salty air. Refreshing.

I look back towards the beautiful woman holding my hand, and I am just enamored over how elegant and sexy she looks. Even with nothing on, she just looks perfect to me. Her gorgeous dark hair, her all-over tan, those thick, tapering legs…. the cute dimples above her wide, pear-shaped ass…those…big…succulent…tits…

My head starts to feel a little lighter now. I know why. I try to ignore it. I just want to enjoy this wonderful moment. I can feel it bouncing to the left and to the right with each step, though. I push on, trying not to pay any attention to it. It’s what it wants.

I feel like I’m winning. We have been walking for a little while since it popped up. But…I feel her hand let go of mine. And instead of pulling it back to her, that hand now finds itself wrapped around the thing I willfully tried to banish.

And it feels…so…so…goooood! She doesn’t have to stroke. We’re still walking, it’s doing the work for her as she just firmly grips it.

I look at her, apologetically. I expect an understanding, sweet look back from her, but instead she has a devilish grin. Her hand gripping me tighter. She winks. CRACK!

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“Mr. Hargrove!” Ms. Lancaster calls, slamming a clipboard on her desk.

I knock over my book, and my knee bashes the inside of the desk.

“Welcome back to Advanced Biology, Mr. Hargrove. I’ve been hailing your attention to the board for longer than necessary. So, if you could please share with the class and myself where you were just now? Clearly the life sciences are not engaging enough for you. So, do tell!” Her hands, balled in tight fists, meet her sexy hips.

I feel everyone’s eyes on me, hear their snickers. I try to compose myself.

“Um…a beach.”

She cocks her head. “A beach?”

“Yeah. It was…nice.” I shrug, nonchalantly.

She sighs a bit, placing her hands on her desk as she looks like she’s about to pounce on me.

“Mr. Hargrove…I understand this is your last year. It is the same for most of you here. I understand that ‘senioritis’ is a common ailment among you, but we are less than three weeks into the first semester. I need all of you to, please, reign it in! Or else you will be seeing me after class for some much-needed correction. Do I make myself clear?”