Literotic asexstories – The Undeniable Pt. 01 by CrimsonXpassion,CrimsonXpassion
Chapter:1
A Date Night
It was struck half past six-thirty in the afternoon as I lay on my bed with my head at the end of the mattress opposite of the headboard, and of course with my beloved Nintendo Switch, playing Zelda. I was just half way through a side quest when two knocks were given on my door.
-Noah! You in there? my mom called from the other side.
-Yeah, am here!
And without further ado, she invited herself in, dressed in a yellow mustard shirt with white sleeves and collar, and grey pajama bottoms that outlines the curves of her prominent hips against which she was holding a basket of dirty clothes on her left side.
-Oh, for Christ sake, Noah! she exclaimed disapprovingly with the bitter taste of maternal disappointment.
-What? I replied even though I knew what she was talking about.
-Your room is a mess. I told you yesterday to clean up, didn’t I?
-I’ll do it in a minute, I said almost nonchalantly as I returned attention on the small screen of my Nintendo.
-I swear you can be such a slob sometimes! mom sighed right before she started to bend over and pick up my sucks and a few shorts and tank-tops across my room to then move towards my closed closet to my right where more garments were a little piled up.
Without thinking as I had the ideal angle, I tore my eyes from my console and turned my head to take a brief look at my mom on her knees with her back turned in collecting my discarded sports clothes. My attention was sooner focused on the globes of her buttocks that were stretching out her pajama above her heels. And a little higher above her waist band where the small of her back is narrowly exposed below her shirt, I can also see a trace of her butt crack that was just barely visible. Subsequently, as she was finishing up with the chore, I withdrew my gaze back on my game before my mom got up on her legs to then swivel back towards me.
-Can you look at me when I’m talking to you? She then asked calmly and yet with a firm hand.
Since I can never refuse her for long, I relented and rested the face of my console on my chest to finally look up at her upside down. Throughout her silhouette and beyond the twin hills of her cleavage beneath her shirt, my mother was looking down on me with her dark brown eyes underneath her straight eyebrows while smiling fondly at her only son and child that is me. Her hair that frames her round face and loosely tide in a grapefruit-sized bun is chestnut, light brown. And at the peak of her left cheekbone, the cute little mole near the corner of her eye was what I’ve always found charming about her facial complexion.
-So, just in case you forgot, tonight is my date with Kevin.
-I remember.
-At least you got a good memory, my mom sarcastically huffed with one arched eyebrow. Anyway, as usual, you have a few friends over, but no girls. And bed by ten-thirty. You’ve got school tomorrow. And if you’re hungry there are some leftovers in the fridge. And no drugs.
-Very funny, I acknowledged with a grin.
-I know I am, she retorted in a more brightened mood before turning away to leave with her filled basket. I’m gonna start getting ready. Don’t play with your silly game too long.
-Sure, I answered as my thumbs were busy again on the controller of my console. Have fun.
-We will.
At her leaving of my room, my thoughts were thereafter not entirely concentrated on my game anymore. In the past few months before and after I have lost my virginity with a girl, (who is now my ex girlfriend) I had been having some mixed feelings regarding my own mother also known as, Vivian Throndsen to her colleagues at work. To put it short, my brain perceives her as a parent that I love more than anything. However, my little brain down stairs (my dick) has a different point of view. Sometimes I only see her as my one and only mother, and other times as a very attractive woman since puberty kicked in.
Fast forward after an hour of gaming still on my bed before, I turned off my Nintendo to then lazily notice through my window facing west from the house that the sun is setting down. So I got up from my nest, dressed in smooth black shorts and in a white tank-top and stretched my arms and legs so to go and see what was on TV this evening. And so as I began to walk across the corridor, I spotted lights coming out of the bathroom through the door opening which must be at least three or four inches wide. Mom probably forgot to fully close it in her hast to be ready for her date night.
Normally, I should’ve been gone on my way straight for the living room, but the impulse was too strong to resist. So I stopped and turned my right eye vis-à-vis the slim gape to peek inside.
I was by then rewarded by the mere sight of my beautiful mother, her head and body wrapped in a towel, revealing that she had just finished showering. My hard-on was instant as I could do nothing but ogle at the shapely calves and the thick, soft thighs of her legs. But most of all even though it was brief, her meaty breasts that are supported upwards to seem like a double handful.
Hopefully still undiscovered, I remain exactly as I am, attentively watching her turn around, facing the mirror to wipe dry her disheveled hair set loose. That was when the bigger towel fell down around her with no hands to hold it.
My jaw dropped down and my eye was more wide open than ever. At thirty six, my naked mom is a full-figured woman a bit on the chubby side with a great and big, plump ass. And besides her round booty that looks juicy from still being wet, I caught a glimpse of her right tit.
Though I wanted to stay a little longer to admire the view, I knew that staying there like a twisted pervert will be the death of me if she catches me like this. So I left and went as I was, convincing myself that I did the right thing, that I am a good son.
But there was nothing I could do to wipeout the smirk that seems to be imprinted on my face even after thirty and twenty minutes of watching TV from the couch. Even though a part of me was wondering if something was wrong with me and if I was sick, the other half was telling me that my questionable feelings and desires are as natural as breathing.
-Did Kevin call yet, sweety? my mom asked while nervously walking passed between me and the television on high hills.
-Nope, I said not caring about the man I only met twice so far.
-Then he’s probably gonna be here any minute, she concluded just when she finished putting on her earrings. So, how do I look?
Still smiling like an idiot, I was pulled out of my dirty thoughts only to be astounded yet again by my mother’s new appearance as she was standing straight in front of me. As of now, I was staring at a 5’8″ tall woman wearing stockings up her gorgeous legs that fits perfectly with her cherry red dress more than tight enough to show off her enticing curves from her mid-thigh skirt, her wide, child-bearing hips all the way to the neckline where her breasts are so well supported and encased that they might as well be as big and round as a pair of cantaloupes. And at the top of her bust, she was wearing around her neck her favorite necklace adorned by a teardrop silver pendant fixed with a bleu eilat stone, flawlessly polished.
My mother has also outdone herself with her makeup involving rosy powder well applied on her fine skinned cheeks, red lipstick on her pouty lips, and some eyeshadow on her eyelids. Not to mention her long, wavy hair styled with a thick lock that partially hides her right eye while the other side is pulled behind her ear. With all that combined, she looks six years younger. To me, she is the most beautiful and sexy woman I have ever seen, even more than the hot teachers at school who I used to fantasize about.
-Well? She asked again, curious to hear my thoughts.
-You look…
“DRING DRING!”
-Ah, that’s probably Kevin! my mom called out, nearly as excited as a school girl on her first hot date to pick up the phone in the kitchen. Hey lover! Are you almost there?
Kind of annoyed by the interruption, any complaints vanished from my mind however the moment she bend over with her elbows pressed on the kitchen table near the sink. And while she was busy listening on the phone, the contours of her ass were showing big time, making them look like a big, wide heart in hers scarlet skirt.
-Where? she then asked, suddenly less happy than a few seconds ago. For how long…Kevin…I’m already all dressed up. Is there no way you can just…really?!
Judging by the disappointment and the sadness in her tone, usually jolly and optimistic, it seems that things are not going as planned for the night. Though as sorry as I am for her, my dick-thinking drove me to pull out my iPhone from my pocket in order to take a good picture of her fabulous buttocks. By the time that she shifted her weight on her other leg, the camera was well zoomed with the perfectly angle for the picture.
-Babe, you promised me, she pleaded as if her heart was sinking.
Upon hearing my mom clearly more than just a little upset; guilt was taking root inside me. What is wrong with me? That’s my mom! But that ass of hers! This might be my only chance to have at least one picture, especially in that hot dress. And so I took it four times for good measures. I can be such a bad boy sometimes.
-I know, my mom sighed in defeat. I know you have to work, hun, but this is the third time this month…yeah…I understand…okay…bye.
And then finally as I slipped my phone back in my pocket, she hung up hers and sighed one more time before she went for the shelf where she keeps her wine reserve and came back to me with a bottle and a medium-sized glass. Without a word, she put the both of them on the marble table near the couch and sat down to my right next to me.
-Anything good on TV tonight? she asked just like that, as if nothing happened while tying up the back of her hair into a messy bun.
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