A Gift From Mom – Chapter 6

(incest adult stories) A Gift From Mom – Chapter 6

6. Saturday morning and reality is back.

He could barely open his eyes at first Saturday morning. The hangover from the night before caused a haze. He squinted and saw her across the room.

“Happy birthday, Billy.”

‘Good, at least she’s smiling’, he told himself.

The vague memory formed more and more, and his boxers grew as it did. Had they really done that? He saw her drift about the room in her work out clothes. She was about to leave.

“Hey.” His voice was strained. “I should go, too.”

He sat up, and she came around to his side of the bed.

“Catch up with me over there. I’m going on ahead.” She gave a quick smile and pecked his cheek.

“You alright?” He couldn’t help sounding worried.

“Oh yeah, sure.” She nodded reassuringly as she backed to the door. She paused and then returned to the bedside.

She bent to him and looked to his eyes, caring.

“Everything’s alright. We just can’t let something like that happen again. That’s all.” She patted his bare, exposed chest. “Just so you know. …I’m not saying I regret it. We shared it. It stays between us. But, no more. We just can’t.”

She started backing to the door, and he stammered out to her.

“Wait. Don’t say that.” He pulled himself up, but she went out the door. He grimaced and looked around for shorts and a t-shirt. He needed that work out.

It only took minutes and he was out the door. He refused to accept what she was saying. There was just no way he’d be able to stand it that night if they couldn’t go further. No way.

He stumbled into the gym area, and she was on an elliptical machine. She saw him right off, and a big smile radiated on her face. He took a machine beside her.

Billy struggled with the cardio for a bit, and then left the machine. The effect of the previous night’s alcohol weighed on him. Patty shot a dismissive glance his way, but he went on to the weights anyway.

He glimpsed back at her, and she was watching him head across the room. He liked finding her keeping up with him as he walked away. He took that as a positive.

She definitely looked appealing, even if she was hung over. She had her thick, brown hair pulled back, and her eyes were still piercing. Her body was certainly in good shape, as the black shorts and white tee attested.

Clearly, she took good care of herself. Billy thought this over as he whipped through a few sets of weights. He wanted to check how she was, and when he looked up to her, he was a little taken aback.

An older guy with salt and pepper hair had saddled right up next to her, and he seemed to be trying to get a conversation going. Patty barely acknowledged him, and then abruptly cut her cardio off.

She gave a brief polite smile to the guy, and then walked away. She came straight over to Billy, where he finished one more set of presses. She stood close to him.

“Hey.” She held his look for an extended time.

“Everything alright?” Billy didn’t want to sound jealous, but he was also going to be protective.

“Oh, yeah. Absolutely.” Patty nodded. “He was just being nice.”

“Okay. Only checking.”

“Yeah?” She grinned mischievously at him.

“Yep.”

She stretched her arms high over her head and gave a yawn, and the effect was to lift her chest distinctly. When her arms came back down, he noticed two pointy spots at her chest, and the damp t-shirt clung to her.

When he looked back to her eyes, it was apparent she had caught his surveying her pointy chest. He expected she would fold her arms. Instead, her hands went to her hips. She just let him stare. He did gaze once more.

He looked back up and she was giving a small shake of her head.

“Want to grab a sandwich?” Her words were playful.

“Yeah, sure.”

They left the gym, and she led them to a small sandwich place not far from the beach bar. He noted a brisk pace from her.

She got them a table, and she teased him.

“We need to get back to the bar tonight, and have you catch up with Angie.”

“Nah. No thanks.”

“She likes you, Billy. You should go for it.”

“Not at all interested. Really.”

They placed their orders and she drew close to look at him directly.

“Billy, last night was last night. Like I said, nothing else can happen. … I’m your mother.”

“Hey, just think of me as a young man.”

“I think of you as my son. And, you should think of me as your mother. C’mon.”

“I think of you as a very attractive and fun woman that I love being around.”

She kept her eyes on him and held a serious expression. He wondered if she was getting angry with him. He spoke again trying to help.

“I’m looking forward to seeing what you wear to dinner tonight.”

She sighed, acting frustrated like she wasn’t getting anywhere with him. He only relaxed after she broke into a smirk to act a little less intense at the moment.

“Well, I’m wearing jeans and an old shirt tonight. Definitely not attractive.” She fixed her jaw like she was pretending to be tough.

“I’m sure it’ll look great. …On you.”

“Stop it.”

She ate quickly and was ready to go. She left so fast he almost wasn’t finished. He sensed her getting distant.

“Let’s hit the beach.”

He agreed. “Okay.”

It seemed Billy struggled to keep up with her. She pulled her swimsuit and a wrap from her suitcase, disappeared into the bathroom, and emerged not long afterwards.

She glanced to him, and then was opening the door to leave. He followed her out the door. They had taken just a couple of steps down the hall when he tugged at her arm to stop.

He turned her to face him point blank.

“What has gotten into you? Why are you in such a rush today?”

Her eyes darted back and forth up at his. Then, they peered at his mouth and back up. She opened her mouth but the words came haltingly.

“Billy, I don’t think you …understand.” She looked past him down the hall to consider what exactly to say and then back to him. “This just isn’t easy for me.”

He paused and absorbed this. He relished how she suddenly appeared vulnerable to him. Her face was open and her eyes wide.

He reached to a stray hair near her eyes and tucked it away for her.

“I understand. Just relax. Everything’s okay. You know?”

She turned and led them again forward. He walked along with her. ‘She’s torn. That’s what it is. Perfect.’ He hated her being conflicted, but was ecstatic that this meant he still had a chance.

They trudged onto the sand outside and they found a spot under an umbrella. The breeze was hot but passed often. It was sunny, and he put their belongings next to the chairs.

She sat on her lounge chair without taking off her thin, yellow wrap. She didn’t sit back and relax, and she didn’t act like she was heading to the beach. He tossed their towels on his own chair and then faced the ocean. He walked towards the surf and left her alone to settle down.

The water was gorgeous, and the waves crashed into white spray that was perfect. He waded in and liked that the water wasn’t that cold at all. It felt great.

He ventured out to about waist level. He slowly turned hoping he’d see her following out. Instead, she was standing back at their chairs. She self-consciously slipped off her wrap, and he could see her white bikini. He fought the impulse to run back.

He kept his gaze there and sunk to his neck in the refreshing surf. The water churned around him, leaving him rejuvenated. Between the driving the day before and the morning’s workout, whatever soreness he had was washing right away.

He could only stand a couple of minutes before he was making his way back. He splashed out of the water and plodded towards her. The warm air was drying him quickly, but his trunks stayed wrapped on him like a second skin.

Drawing closer to her, his mouth fell open. She had laid onto her stomach on the chair and her arms and legs draped lazily apart. The white strips for her top and bottom surprised him. He had never seen her wear something so revealing on a vacation. It hit him that she must have planned ahead to bring this suit.

He plopped onto his chair and she didn’t face or acknowledge him. They were under the cover of the umbrella, but he grabbed the sunscreen anyway. He considered her sprawled in her chair, and then he stood.

He set one foot close to the side of her chair and then he brought his other foot over the chair. When both feet were planted, he squirted lotion into his hands. He rubbed his hands and then bent.

He lightly touched his palms to her back at first, and it was a good thing. She jumped a bit in her chair. She exhaled and relaxed, and he started the slow spreading of the screen.

Several times his hands wiped over her back. He was careful to catch her sides. His hands stayed over the waist of the bottom of her suit, but his eyes bore into the tight round butt that was right under him.

He efficiently lined her legs as well. They were as sleek as they could have possibly been, and they responded pliably with each move to them he made. He covered every bit of uncovered surface of her back.

“Let’s do your front.”

Her reaction was instant. Her head lifted from her chair and stared straight ahead at first. She didn’t say a word though. Her mind no doubt pondered.

He stood over the chair with a leg on each side, looking down at her maneuver. Her arms propped her torso up, and then she was turning. As her shoulders and head rotated to look straight up at him, the rest of her unfolded and shifted in turn.

Once flat on her back, her breasts shook naturally and settled. He couldn’t help but lock onto them. Even with her sunglasses on, it was obvious she was watching him take her in. His blood ran feverishly, as he saw the hint of dark circles in her top. The familiar protrusions pushed the top of the bikini, and Billy felt himself swell.

Her face tilted. Not a lot, but distinctly. Her sunglasses no longer faced his eyes, but rather found his trunks. Her attention made matters worse for him, and he could tell he grew there more.

He squeezed more screen and bent at his waist. He touched dabs to her face and traced it completely. He felt emboldened. His first two fingers on his right hand smeared the lotion over both cheeks and he took his time.