Important Story Notice: This story is about a mother and son dealing with a sudden shift in their relationship, and someone helping the mom deal with these changes. This is an attempt at a sexy, incest novella for people who like to be titillated with clever twists, turns, and nuances. This is for if you like intimate background info, fun encounters, character arcs, and sexy outfits. If you like getting straight to the sex, then this is not your style. All characters are over 18. Enjoy.
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"Jessica felt the weight of her head resting on Rob's chest while remembering the evening they shared the night before. Both knew it was not built to last, but for this one night they could pretend it was the beginning of an endless adventure."
Lena Wilson jolted in her rolling chair, thinking she had heard the sound of footsteps in the hall. It was a month ago that the English teacher got the idea for an intense romance novel. She did not assume it would lead to becoming a published author. She actually just wanted something more private she could do for fun.
So, every night for the last month, Lena snuck out of the bed she shared with her husband and walked down the hall to her small home office.
With the final sentence complete, Lena emailed her story to her work friends, hoping she could discuss it with them before the township's high school was back from Spring Break.
The anticipation of waiting was hard for Lena. She had spent a month of her life writing the short novel and she wanted instant feedback before editing it. The Friday before the teachers were set to return to work, Lena finally got texts from her two colleagues that they could meet for coffee on Sunday.
****
When it was Sunday and the three friends were in a cafe with their drinks, Lena excitedly asked in a hushed tone, "So, what did you think?"
The facial reactions from her friends were even better than Lena had hoped, but their reasoning was not what she expected. "It was so f'ing hot! The intimate scenes were incredible. I kept reading it over and over. The only part I didn't like was how the sex scenes didn't go even further,"
"I know, right?! Lena was holding back on us," another teacher quipped.
"Well, I'm glad you guys liked that so much," Lena responded tentatively. "But what did you think of the story as a whole? What is your critique of it?"
Both of Lena's friends looked at each other and then back at Lena. "To be honest," one began, "I think all of the more whimsical and loving parts were kind of cliché." Seeing Lena's heart starting to break, she quickly added, "But I kid you not, the sex scenes were like nothing I have ever read. You might be the most talented erotica writer I have ever read."
Lena turned to see her other coworker nodding in agreement. This was not what Lena planned on hearing. "Okay... Is there anything I can do to the novel to make it less cliché?"
"We were talking, and we think you should ditch the romance parts and forget about that genre. You have a gift, and you should go all in. E.L. James has nothing on you."
"Seriously?" I don't want to seem pretentious, but I think I'm above writing smut."
"Why? I wish I could write like this. Just cut out the romance and add some juicy details. Post it on one of those erotica sites under a pen name and see how people react. Let the audience judge."
Lena considered it and realized she had nothing to lose. Neither husband nor son would ever know it was her if she used a pen name. "I guess I can do that."
That night, Lena snuck out of her room to enter the small office. She paired down the romantic lines and let her mind go into more explicit details. It was not long before it felt steamy in the closet-sized office. It was enthralling to add naughtier lines and sexy scenes.
Somehow it was the most satisfying night of writing Lena had experienced over the last month. She found a popular erotica site, used the pen name "DirtyBrunette" and uploaded her story under her newly-created account.
"Holy shit," Lena mouthed dryly as she opened her email after work the following day. Not only were there tons of positive comments under her story, but her inbox also had emails from readers asking if she could write a story for them.
****
The following day at work in the teacher's lounge, Lena told her two friends about the praise and offers she received.
"See! We told you. So, are you going to do it?"
"What?" Lena questioned.
"Are you going to write stories for them? You could pick up some extra dough. God knows we need it with our funding cuts."
"Oh, I don't think I-"
"Yeah," her other friend chimed in, "you'd be silly not to do this. Even at $25 a story you could write one in a couple of hours to pick up some pocket money."
Lena did not even consider doing it the night before when she had gotten the emails. Though her friends were making sense. Not that she told them, but Lena loved writing erotica the night before. Also, with her husband, Rick, bringing home a lot of money from his sales career, Lena always craved more financial independence.
"I guess I can tell Rick that it's a performance-based bonus if he even asks. I don't think he pays enough attention to know how I get paid."
There was a lot of energy in Lena's step when she got home from work. Brian, her son, noticed her bouncing around while making dinner. Lena was excited to start her new side venture that night.
****
When night finally fell and her husband was asleep, Lena snuck back into the office. She answered the story request emails from her fans (nearly all men). She told them if they sent her $25 over PayPal, she would write them a story based on their idea and send it to them within a week.
Apparently, nighttime was the most active time on erotica sites, because she got two payments within half an hour. Lena sent the men a confirmation email and said she would get started on their stories right away.
Lena began writing around midnight and did not stop until 4:30 AM. When she finished and had sent both stories, it was like coming out of the twilight zone. She could not believe she had stayed up that late to write. The time flew by, and she had to be up in two hours.
The only moment when time stood still was when she had heard a creek in the hallway that could have been a footstep. Admittedly, it made it even hotter to know that she was doing something naughty at night in between her husband and son's bedrooms. It made her feel like a bad wife and mother.
The only true causes for concern were the giant wet spot she left on the chair and the fact that when she had her moment of panic, she did not have a planned alibi for Rick. Lena made a mental note to start sitting on towels and to simply tell Rick she was answering work emails. With how engrossed Rick was with his demanding job, he would probably understand needing to answer an email this early.
"Wow, I'm going to have to show a movie in class tomorrow," yawned a tired Lena.
****
The next morning, Brian asked his mom why she looked so tired.
"I didn't sleep well. I think I'm going to show my classes a video that I am not supposed to show until next week," Lena joked.
Brian laughed and said, "At least now I know that Mrs. Howell will show us a video next week. I know from the other teachers that they're cutting funding and that you're not getting paid fairly, so I don't blame you for not following their dumb curriculum rules."
Lena was touched that her son was interested in her problems and on her side.
****
Right after getting home from work, Lena checked her erotica email and saw that a lot more guys were asking her to write stories for them. Both of the men she had written for early in the morning had posted already her work. Since her work was signed with her email and pen name at the bottom, a lot of other men wanted the same service done for them.
There were plenty of disgusting and weird requests to filter out, but the silver lining was that Lena had so much traction that she could be picky. The new erotica writer picked out a few interesting emails and told them the rules of her service. Lena soon had four more stories to write.
It was only $50 for working four hours of the night shift, but it was enchantingly fun, and the money would add up. She would just have to nap during her off periods and before dinner to make it work. She could write for a week and then take off a week.
With her future as a writer starting to come together, Lena tasked herself with writing two more stories before going back to bed.
Once again, Lena had herself gripped and aroused with her own words. Her chair towel was even more needed than it was the night before. This time she was smart enough to pull up her nightdress as to not soak the back.
By the time Lena had finished, she was too horny to go to sleep. She was close to finishing and needed to be pushed over the edge. She breathily scanned her email hoping to find an idea from one of her fans that would stimulate her. Some ideas were hot, but they needed a lot of creative effort that she was not in the mood for.
Then, an email from a younger man caught her eye.
"Hello DirtyBrunette,
My name is Brian and I am 18 years old. I live in a smaller town in Michigan and I have a massive crush on the head of my high school's English Department. Actually, it is more than a crush. I think I have deep feelings for her. Every day when I see her, I can't help but think of her in a sexual way. She is the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen. She is intelligent, funny, and I look at her as a goddess.
Now, she is married, but I think she wants more. At the very least, she deserves more. She has wavy brunette hair, hazel eyes, fair skin, is 5'5", and has 34D breasts with an hourglass figure. Every night when I go to sleep, I imagine her walking up to me in lingerie and us having dripping hot sex until we both cum together. I don't care about the scenario and I don't need you to say she feels as deeply for me as I do for her- I just want to have one story where I can be with my dream woman, even if it is just one night. That is all I want.
The reality is, there is no scenario where she would ever have sex with me, so I need this to feel real. I don't know if this will make you uncomfortable or make you think I am a freak, but this goddess is my mom, Lena. I hope you consider writing my story.
-Brian"
Lena's face was frozen in the blue light shining from the computer in the dark room. There was no doubt. Every single detail matched. "Has he been examining my bras?" The email was from Brian, her Brian. And to her horror, Lena was somehow wetter and more aroused than she had ever been.
The shocked mother opened the door to the office and looked at her son's bedroom door. She had no idea what to do. All she had to go on was the feeling inside her created by hours of pent-up arousal. She did not want to cum. She did not want this feeling to go away.
Before putting the computer to sleep, Lena responded carefully so nothing would seem out of the ordinary. "Hello Brian, I am intrigued by your situation. I have never written a story like this before, but I am willing to do this for you. Please send me my $25 fee and I will write the story after I finish any prior commitments."
There was no way Lena was going to prioritize earlier commitments.
****
The next night, Lena could only think about one story. After a day of avoiding her son, Lena could not sneak out of bed and get in front of the computer fast enough.
Lena finally started writing, only to find she did not know how to approach the story. She knew enough details to make it incredibly realistic, but she could not risk exposing her identity.
Lena began to write a story about a mother, a fictional English teacher that succumbed to her son's wishes as part of a plan to get his grades up. The problem was that the fictional teacher stopped being fictional after the first couple of paragraphs.
There was no way Lena could write about herself in a fictionalized way. And with how hot Lena was already, all inhibitions and concerns were rationalized away. He paid for the story to feel real, and I will give him that. Lena described her real self, her functional yet unsatisfying marriage, her struggles at work, and even her new arousal from the idea of her son wanting to fuck her.
When she finally got to the lingerie scene, Lena no longer needed the story to feel real just to appease her son's desires, she also needed it to feel real to appease hers.
Lena left her steaming office and crept into her bedroom. She made sure not to wake her husband as she walked into her closet and removed a sheer black teddy. She took it back to the office and examined it by the computer light. She began to describe herself in the exact lingerie she held. Lena envisioned what her son's reaction would be. It was a rush.
From that point on, the only thing that caused her a hiccup was when it came time to describe her son's penis. She was afraid of putting too generous of a length and making Brian feel inferior. In fact, she realized Brian did not describe himself in the email, and yet she had been describing Brian in perfect detail. She scolded herself for her recklessness.
Lena went back and made Brian's looks more generic without being inaccurate. She figured "brown hair and athletic body" was generic enough. She then described heavy balls and a long, fleshy rod with tight, youthful skin. The crafty writer explained the length and width as being, "long and thick enough where Lena knew it would be even easier to forget about her husband for the night."
After finishing her masterpiece, Lena's fingers, soaked in her pussy juice, operated the computer mouse to send the email. Lena was glad she clicked the "Send" button when she did. It was only moments later that she had to ball her teddy in her mouth so that nobody in the house could hear her orgasmic screams in the dark.
****
The following morning, Lena skipped breakfast and headed straight toward her friend Amy Howell's house, hoping it would take her mind off the story. Her mind had other ideas. It was impossible not to think of the story. Lena had so many regrets about what she had done. There were so many intimate details that would ring true for Brian that he might suspect her.
In another sense though, Lena was glad she aired everything out. She was proud that she wrote nothing less than the filthiest and most accurate mother/son incest story she could. All day, Lena had to fight the urge to go back and read her story in the privacy of the small home office.
****
Lena intentionally came back home after dinner, having told her husband to heat up leftovers for him and Brian. When it was finally 11:30, Lena snuck out of bed again to get off to her story once more.
The lines were even more electric the second time. She knew how it ended, but it did not stop her from rising and falling with the flow of the story. It seemed torturous how long the story was until the sex-filled climax.
Craving more stimulation, Lena found herself editing lines and adding details to make the story even dirtier and more intimate. It was not long before involuntary moans were escaping her mouth.
****
Lena was so lost in her world that she did not hear the footsteps approaching the door.
The door swung open.
Lena let out a shriek and was startled to the point where she nearly fell out of her chair. She was caught with her hand in her pussy. She was a statue, gazing up at her son Brian, who was standing in the musky air that was filled with the scent of her gushing vagina.
Adding to Lena's surprise and confusion was that Brian was not alarmed. His eyes were wide, but he was holding his finger to his pursed lips, reminding her to be quiet. In his other muscular arm, he held his iPad, and he fanned it in a way that told his mom to calm down and not panic.
"Oh my God, this isn't happening," Lena whispered. She stood up to leave, but Brian took a step towards her, and she instinctively backed up from him.
"What are you doing in here?" She whisper-screamed.
Brian closed the door behind him. His iPad screen caused his boxer-covered erection to cast a shadow on his thigh. "Did you mean what you said?"
"What?" Lena replied, confused and panting.
Her son held his tablet under his eyes to read it. "Did you mean it when you said, 'Lena realized she wanted nothing more than for Brian to slip his raging cock into her warm pussy and tell her how much he wanted to please her like the goddess she was.'?"
Lena's pupils got even bigger. She stammered for a while. "How did you know?" She conceded.
"I knew before you wrote it. I heard you leave the computer room one morning and you were still signed into Google as DirtyBrunette. I checked your email."
Lena was speechless. What could she say? She followed the path of her son's eyes to see that her hand was still under her nightdress. She then looked back at her son's face without removing her hand.
Before she knew it, Brian took another step towards her and pressed his fingers into her warm cunt. Lena moaned, finally removing her own hand to cover her mouth, but allowing his to remain.
Brian continued to work his fingers in. Lena sank back in the chair and tried to keep her composure. It was an incredible experience for both of them. Brian could not wait any longer. He whispered in his mom's ear, "I want you right here in this chair."
Lena profusely shook her head no. "The chair's noisy. Take me on the carpet." Lena frantically shed her clothes and her son did the same. When they were both naked, Lena laid on her back to accept her son as her lover. Brian got on top of her and they began making out. As the tip of his cock touched her pussy lips and -
___________________________*********** Ch.2
Lena Wilson's vision dissipated. Her head spinning like a top. Soon after, she felt she was finally regaining her bearings on reality. She looked at the rooster clock on her kitchen wall to see it was 2:27 PM.
She glanced down at the tall stack of white papers on her kitchen table. Finally, she sat back in her eating nook. Uncomfortably peering between her legs, she could see the massive wet spot she had left on the off-white bench cushions.
In the three years it had been since Mrs. Wilson had taken over as the head of the English department, it was safe to say that none of the senior's Final Creative Writing Assignments had ever given her a reaction quite like this one. It was the most disturbing piece of writing Lena had ever read.
Never in a million years did she expect to read a sexual fantasy story like this from her own son. It was creepy. It was traumatizing. It turned her entire world upside-down.
What the hell was he thinking?! What's wrong with him? And how the hell does he know my bra size? And that black teddy I used to- how does he- oh god! This has to be a joke. This is a joke, and he has a screwed-up sense of humor. Maybe his classmate wrote this and put his name there. How does he know the shit with Rick? How the hell did he pick up on that? Ewww, god, does he check me out? Does he tell people he wants me? Fuck. Why me?!
Having too many thoughts to process, Lena got up to go for a long walk. First, she had to do some urgent housekeeping. Still laboring to breathe, Lena turned the soaked cushion over and placed her son's powerful story under another cushion like she was storing radioactive material.
"He made up a world where I moonlight as an erotic author and made a scenario where we would- ughh," Lena shuddered as she briskly stormed out of her house. It seemed like it would be impossible to ever look at her son again. "How did he come up with that?"
Lena walked around her neighborhood for almost three hours before making her way back to her house. She still had no idea why Brian would write that story knowing it was her job to grade it. Lena was still traumatized, but at least her walk made her feel more level-headed.
It was a frightening time. The only was able to decide on two things. She decided that she would not tell her husband for the time being, and she determined that the only way she could ever have any form of relationship with her son would be if she simply talked to him about what in the world he was thinking.
As to why she came in her kitchen to her son's story? Lena reasoned that even for a rough draft it was quality erotica and designed to get people off. It said a lot about her son's writing ability but said nothing of her desires.
***** Ch. 3
Upon finally re-entering her home, Lena could tell by the abandoned backpack on the living room floor that Brian had gotten back from playing video games at his friend's house. Rick was away on business for the next two days, which was normal, and Lena knew the best time to talk to her son about his startling essay was right now.
The problem was the Lena did not know how to approach the conversation. Brian had to know he would have to answer for his actions, right?
Four times Lena climbed up the stairs to his room before walking back down. She would have loved for that home office Brian described to be real. That way she could hide in it.
After another failed attempt at summoning the courage and wisdom needed to handle this weird and awful situation, Lena admitted she needed help.
It felt strange even typing it into the search bar, but Lena tried to research how to handle her son having strong sexual desires for her. It took a lot of searching. Information from psychology and parenting sites did not actually address how to talk about her son's actions. Lena needed someone with experience in dealing with this to help her.
It was not long afterward that Lena found an internet forum. In the forum, there were some mothers, but plenty more sons, talking about their experiences with the delicate matter. One mother stood out, as she was competently answering questions and was highly active on the site in sharing her experiences.
Lena sent a private message to the user, an older mother named Keisha, that contained a rundown of her situation. Lena did not expect a quick response, but within ten minutes, Keisha replied, "I can understand a lot of what you're going through. The first thing you need to know is that you did nothing wrong. Some boys go through this. Both of mine did."
Lena glanced away from her inbox to recheck Keisha's profile picture. She saw her attractive caramel face and fit body. She went back to reading the email. "You will see all sorts of professionals offer theories and advice, but they will never have any idea what you are going to have to go through. As a mother, you cannot afford to get this wrong. I made mistakes with my older son, and we ended up barely speaking for four years." Lena cringed at that statement.
"I then learned from my mistakes so I was able to maintain a healthy relationship with my younger son when he began to show those same confusing signs. I can tell you right now that this is not going to be a quick fix for you. You are going to need to put forth a lot of effort, but it is the only way you can avoid making my mistakes. The good news is that you are already making good decisions. You are right that you should absolutely talk to your son and absolutely not tell your husband. This needs to be handled with emotional precision, and men do not tend to have that when other men are interested in their partners. You need to be understanding and sympathetic of where your son is coming from and why he chose to do something like he did. Nudge him, but do not push him. Allow him to explain himself on his terms, but make sure he opens communication with you. I get email alerts on my phone, so please do not hesitate to contact me with questions."
Lena thanked her new online friend. She knew what she needed to do, and now she had the confidence she needed in her decision.
Back at the top of the stairs, Lena breathed deeply and knocked on her son's door.
"Yes?" Brian called out.
"Hey, it's me," Lena responded, her voice poised but wavering.
It was a little bit before Brian answered. "Ok."
Remembering what Keisha advised, Lena told him through the door, "I just want to let you know that I read your story." It was already a painfully uncomfortable and stressful conversation, but there was no other way.
Brian did not respond, so his mom continued, "I think it is important we talk about it. You don't need to open your door, and we don't need to talk about all of it right now. You aren't in trouble, and this doesn't need to hurt our relationship. I am just trying to understand. How about we start by you just telling me for sure that you wrote it?" Lena knew the answer, but Brian needed to say it.
Minute after minute of silence passed. It was concerning that he was not even willing to communicate with a short response. He writes erotica and emails it to me for my review and grading but won't even say that he wrote it. Lena sighed.
That was when something Keisha said hit Lena. She was supposed to communicate with him through his means. He was clearly comfortable with written communication. Lena's mind went to pen and paper, but she immediately imagined Rick finding the exchange. She certainly did not want to have texts in her number going to her son and one of his friends seeing it on his phone. Based on his story, he clearly liked the idea of email.
Lena opened her laptop again in the kitchen and created a burner email address. She sent her son a message with just a few basic questions. "Hey. Again, I am not angry with you. I am trying to understand things so we can at least communicate about this. I want to know for sure if you wrote the essay. And if you did, I want to know why you chose to write it and why you sent it to me as a part of a school assignment instead of just giving this to me at home. You can respond when you want to, but I think it would be best for both of us if you do it tonight."
The mom walked up the stairs and announced, "I just sent you an email from a new address. You can reply to it when you'd like."
It was up in the air as to if Brian would respond. Lena distracted herself by watching tv but could not resist refreshing her email nearly every minute. After more than an hour of waiting, Lena perked up at the sight of a new email in her inbox.
"Yes, I wrote the story. I guess I needed to tell you how I feel in a way where you would listen to me. It's been really hard to not say anything for so long. I thought the best way to tell you would be in a way where you kind of had to pay attention and hear me out. I needed to know that you would know everything about how I see you. I thought if I wrote it in a way that you liked and made you want to keep reading more, then maybe you wouldn't reject it right off the bat."
Lena breathed. Brian actions made more sense. She had to read it, and if he engrossed her in the story, then she might be more willing to accept his feelings or maybe realize she felt the same way. It made her wonder how long he had thought about her intimately, and it was probably a strain to stay silent for a long time.
Giving it some time first, Lena then replied, "Ok. Thank you for telling me that. I now get why you sent it to me in the way you did." Then came a painfully awkward question to ask. "And the way you wrote about me and all of the things you talked about us doing- How close is this story to the way you actually see me and feel about me? It is important you be honest with me."
Brian did not make her wait on a response, and Lena was encouraged. "I expressed it the best I could. I think what I said at the end of the story is the best way of putting it."
Keeping things flowing, Lena quickly asked, "How did you describe it in the end?"
She did not realize her mistake until Brian responded. "Wait, you didn't read the whole thing? I thought you did. You said you want to understand how I feel but you didn't even read the whole story."
Lena smacked her forehand. "Idiot," she called herself. It was clear Brian was frustrated and felt betrayed. Lena had just ruined their conversation. She was now on a path to be like Keisha with her first son.
Obviously, she could not tell him the truth that she came so badly she had to flip her seat cushion over. Lena needed advice again. So far, things were as difficult and delicate as Keisha had promised. Lena typed up a rundown of the situation. She then asked the experienced mother what reason she should give for why she did not read her son's entire story. And what was the best way to tell him she does not see him in the same way that he sees her?
Again, Keisha was prompt. "You have been doing such a good job of getting him to open up. It was smart of you to get him to communicate over email. The reason you have been doing so well is that he has been honest with you and vulnerable. You need to be the same way. Excuses and lies always fall apart. I am sure it will be awkward for you to tell him why you did not finish the story, but if you are vulnerable with him, then he is going to open up to you a lot more.
In regards to telling him now that you do not see him in the same way, delay that talk. Think about it. He spent a long time working up the ability to tell you this. He is hiding in his room and your relationship is hanging by a thread. Do not make him feel that his desires are not valid and that you do not even care enough about him to think them through for a day. Do not make the mistake I made with my first son by immediately crushing his dreams. Give him an honest reason why you cannot be with him without making it a personal rejection."
It was not exactly the advice Lena thought she would get. She found it hard to argue with any of those reasoned points. She knew that it would be hypocritical for her to demand honesty from Brian and turn around and lie to him.
Lena reached under a cushion in her round nook bench. She retrieved the infamous smut and opened it up to the final page. Finally responding to Brian, Lena wrote, "I see that you think it is 'time we evolve in the way that we show love and affection' in our mom/son relationship now that 'we're both adults.' I know I should have read the ending before trying to talk to you. The truth is that when I read the story this afternoon, I had an orgasm before I could finish. You are an excellent writer, and I think many people would have had that same reaction."
With no hesitation, Brian shot an email back. "I gave you an orgasm? Does that mean you feel the same way I do? When did you have it? I'm glad you liked it so much!"
Lena had guessed that once he read the word orgasm that he would get excited and not listen to her tone. Remembering Keisha's advice, Lena unsurely answered, "Yes, it was a well-written erotic story, and I allowed myself to enjoy it. I came right before there was penetration. What you need to fully understand is that your father and I are married, and I would not break our vows for anyone. Can you understand that?"
"I understand. I knew that was probably the case. I'm glad I could make you feel that way though. I'm sorry if I made you freak out or if I ruined our relationship. I just need you to know how I feel. I just need more than what our relationship is."
It was pleasant that Brian accepted that their relationship could not be like it was in his wild fantasies. What confused Lena, however, was how her son wanted their relationship to be more than it is, even though she just told him it could never be romantic or sexual. Again, Lena turned to Keisha for advice.
"The first thing you need to understand, Lena, is what is going on with your son and why this all started. You are an attractive and mature woman in his life. He is an 18-year-old without a girlfriend, and you are his main female figure, or as he cutely puts it, his goddess. Plenty of boys fantasize about their moms- some a lot more than others. Once your son flies the nest, or even when summer comes, he is going to be chasing tons of women his age and you may no longer be the sex figure around him constantly. He will have more attainable women that can occupy his time and keep him happy. He accepts he will never have any type of sexual relationship with you. He is saying that he needs more without going to those lengths. It is not as if your relationship has to be sexual-or-nothing. Now that he told you how he feels, he needs a response that shows you care and that he is allowed to feel the way he does.
With my first son, I told him to forget about his feelings, and he felt our relationship was over. It was awful. I should have known that we could not go back to a normal relationship. With my second son, I asked him what made him first attracted to me. He told me he saw me bending over while gardening, and something just clicked. I knew he was going away to school to play football in a few months, so instead of telling him to pretend his feelings were not real, I simply invited him to garden with me whenever I went out.
We grew so much closer while gardening. I knew for him it was stimulating for him, but it was just enough to satisfy him for the time he had left at home, and we are both happier with the stronger relationship we have today."
Lena knew it was true that the relationship she had with Brian could never go back to normal. It could only grow or die.
In a new email to Brian, Lena assured him, "You did not ruin our relationship. I think we can have a stronger relationship that is better for both of us. I do need to understand though what first made you sexually attracted to me. Try to be specific."
Her son gave a helpful answer. "The first time I thought of you that way was when I came downstairs and you were in the kitchen in a white tank top. You were in short, pink workout shorts. The tank top was low and I could see the top of your bra. You looked so hot. Then you smiled at me to say good morning and I got an erection."
It seemed innocent enough. It was odd hearing him call her hot. Brian's comments also helped Lena piece together why he had snooped on her bras. Lena thought back to how she used to dress more casually around the house. Rick used to enjoy seeing her that way before he started traveling.
The idea of dressing in a more revealing way for her son felt so wrong. She imagined how Keisha had to bend over to garden knowing her son was getting an eyeful of her ass and maybe even getting hard. It would be awkward, but the risk of losing her relationship with her son made it worth trying.
"Brian, I think I have an idea on how we can have a stronger relationship that can make it less tense for both of us. Can we try talking with our voices again?"
"Ok. I guess."
Lena went upstairs to her son's door. She took another deep breath. "Hey, Brian."
"Hey, mom," he said quickly through the door.
"I am glad we're talking like this. So, I was thinking about how we could improve things. First of all, I want you to know I am okay with how you feel about me. I think our communication can keep getting better, and the best way to encourage that is if we start spending more time together." Lena swallowed, her throat tightening. "I know you like to spend time with me when I'm in more comfortable attire. So, on days when it's just us, how about instead of you hanging in your room, I breakout that tank top and we hang together in the kitchen while we work on our own things?"
"Wait... like you will wear the tank top from the email I just sent you? You're not worried about how I like the way you- And you're going to wear it every day we're alone?" The excitement was rising in Brian's voice, and Lena could already see Keisha was right about the power of this small gesture.
"Well, I have more clothes to wear than just that white tank top," Lena joked. "But they all have a similar vibe. I figure that spending time together will be great. And I don't see the issue with me helping you enjoy that time a little more. How does that sound?"
"Yeah, let's do that!" Brian was excited, and his mom felt a wave of relief. "So, are we going to start that tomorrow? I know you have to grade all those assignments, and I have some homework to do for Monday."
Oh fuck, it suddenly hit Lena, I have to give revision notes on his paper.
******** Ch. 4
"Hey, mom," Brian spat out when he came down in the late morning. There was a sense of nervousness and bewilderment about him.
Lena was in her white tank top, workout shorts, and just the tops of a light blue bra were poking out. "It's before noon. It's a miracle," she chided. She watched as her son placed a couple of books on the table, opposite her. It was clear that Brian could not tell if it was appropriate to glance at his mom's figure or not.
Brian had jerked off to this scene the night before, but experiencing it in person was something else. The outfit was nothing remarkable, but his mother was a gorgeous woman. She assumed Brian would be nervous at first, especially since he had not seen her cleavage in a long time, and now he was getting a healthy view.
"Do you just have history homework left?" Lena forced small talk.
"Wh-what? Oh, yeah." Brian was facing his mom's direction but was looking down at the table. He was afraid of her thinking he was checking her out or staring.
From her laptop, Lena messaged Keisha, "I am currently wearing the same outfit he saw me in when he first got turned on by me, and I told him I was doing it on purpose, and he is still insanely uncomfortable being around me. We are doing work and hanging out together like we used to love to do, but now it is weird. Part of me thinks this is too much, too fast. Do I just wait it out for when he learns he can look at me when I speak? To be completely honest, I am also still uncomfortable with the idea that he might be checking me out."
Minutes later, Keisha emailed, "Firstly, congrats! You guys are set up to spend a lot more time together. Secondly, you are doing everything right. You are already acting on your plan to spend more time together. You cannot be nervous, because he will always end up being more nervous than you are. Again, do not be afraid of being vulnerable and being real with him like yesterday. He will let his guard down, and you will both be better for it."
The learning mother looked at her son. She spoke honestly. "You seem a little nervous so far. I am, too, since this is pretty new for us. What do you think would make this less awkward for you?"
Brian finally looked at his mom's face. "I guess it's that I'm having trouble knowing how I am supposed to handle this ha-ha. I don't know where you're okay with me looking and what we can talk about. I'd like to have an idea."
"Hmm. Well, we can have all sorts of conversations while we work. I hate the idea of having bad small talk. And as far as where you can look, I think you should let your eyes go where they naturally want to. This is obviously new to me, but I dressed like this for a reason so you should help me get used to it."
"Okay," Brian nodded. "I just keep worrying that I'm going to get caught staring at your- uh, bra or something else, and it will be awkward."
Lena laughed for a bit, and it helped her shed more of her nerves. "At least look at my eyes when we're talking. But I will say that you staring at my bra or something else is less awkward than you staring at the table."
Brian's eyes began to wander to his mom's inviting cleavage as they talked.
****** Ch. 5
During dinner with her son the following day, Lena dressed down again. She was quickly getting used to her son checking her out.
The next two days, Rick was home, and Lena stayed in her professional attire. Though they did not hang out after school like they had been when Lena was dressing down, Lena noticed Brian was more enthusiastic and genuine in their brief conversations during the day.
When Rick, who loved to travel for business as much as he could, left the next morning, Lena found herself almost joyful because it meant she got to spend quality time with her son again. Brian understandably was more excited. He needed to see his mom's buoyant tits and smooth skin again.
That evening, they had a lot to talk about after coming off a two-day hiatus. Brian seemed to already be comfortable letting his eyes go where they pleased.
"So, Mom," Brian started, "a lot of my friends have gotten their writing assignments back to start correcting them for the final submission. Have you graded mine yet?"
"Umm," Lena stalled. She had been avoiding it. "I had only done the one reading and did not make any marks."
Brian saw the stack of papers next to his mom, and there were only two packets. "One of those two is mine. Could you grade it? I have a lot of projects coming due and I want to get a start on this one."
"That's fair," Lena drolled. "I have to finish this other one. But I will grade yours tonight. It probably won't be until tomorrow morning before you get up, though."
"Well, why not now? You said you only have to grade your papers and then you're done with work? Does my paper make you uncomfortable? You said you were okay with it and what I felt."
"No, no," his mom tried to explain. "I don't have an issue with grading it. I just really feel like doing some grading in my room and then going to sleep."
Brian looked at his phone. "It's 7:15. We'd lose about two hours of our hangout time. I mean, we don't get a lot of it during the week, and I really like spending it with you."
It was becoming hard for Lena to explain herself. Keisha was right about how excuses always fell apart. Lena was not quite ready though to tell her son that she was afraid of getting horny in front of him by reading his incest story. "I want to spend the time with you, too. I don't want to feel biased by you looking at me grade it. I need to be alone to do it."
"Ok. Well, how about you grade it in your room and then we can go over it?"
Lena could not fight her way out of that one. "Fine. I'll go upstairs and grade it."
Lena took the erotica to her room. She proactively removed her tight shorts and thong as to not risk soaking them. With her red pen, Lena tried to focus on correcting mistakes and narrative flaws. It was not long before she was sucked into the arousing vortex again.
It took every fiber of Lena's being to not cum. Lena was having hot flashes and her toes were curled. Her pussy had consumed her fingers up to their knuckles. By the time she got through, Lena noticed she had only marked a few punctuation and grammar issues.
Her pussy on fire, Lena found herself questioning more intimate parts of the story. She was not doing leaving notes out of a desire to improve her son as a student, but to make the story more enjoyable for herself.
Hoping she was in control enough to go downstairs, Lena put her shorts on, and soon joined her son at the kitchen table.
"Ok, I made some edits," she said, with a light glaze of perspiration on her body.
Brian moved over to sit next to his mom. He was surprised how much heat he felt coming off her body. Lena briefly scrolled through her notes before handing the draft to her son. She could not believe the notes she left.
Brian looked through all the grammar issues. He then turned to the back of the last page and read the hastily-written remarks aloud. "Excellent writing, but not enough detail + character development. What was Lena like before writing romance novel? What evidence is there that her relationship w/ Rick is sexually unsatisfying? Why does audience want Brian to succeed? What does Brian offer Lena that's different? Why would Lena guess what Brian + his penis look like instead of just emailing him? Why would they have sex in office when Brian's room is down hall + farther from Rick? Paper is a little short. The sex is too fast for being new. Have Brian taste Lena since she's wet. Lena is savoring a new man- sex would not be short. Have her get on knees + suck his dick first. Make Brian + Lena change bc of the sex. They just fucked- add more emotions from that? Overall, good job. More details, fewer grammar mistakes."
Brian gulped, trying to remoisten his mouth.
"Those seem to be the areas that you can improve to have a better chance of getting an A," Lena said in a professional tone, distancing herself from the remarks.
"Ok. That's a lot to think about," Brian's voice wavered.
The mom controlled her breathing because she, too, became a little heated from her own comments. She could feel Brian's eyes locked onto her rising and falling chest. She did not want to look at him. "Do you have any questions, and do you have enough of a direction?"
"Umm, I think I'm in a good spot. How do I add details to make it longer beside for the, uh, oral-type stuff?" His voice trailed.
"Well," Lena used her teaching tone, "you can describe the various ways their bodies interact, you have characters change positions, and you can add more dialogue."
Brian nodded. He then looked down at his lap to see he had a major problem. His look of surprise caught his mom's attention. Lena glanced at the disturbance.
Like a deer in headlights, Lena stared at the object trapped in her son's jeans that ran under his shirt. Seeing his mom's reaction, an unnerved Brian started to explain, "I, uh- This- I-"
"Oh," Lena said dryly. In the most composed manner possible, she said, "Well it is getting late, and I should head up."
Brian watched his mom walk away, and he cringed in pain, knowing he probably just ended his newly enjoyable relationship with his mom.
******* Ch. 6
Pacing in her bedroom, Lena massaged her temples in hopes it would help her focus and get a grip. Things with Brian went haywire, and she knew she was partly, if not entirely, to blame.
Not knowing how to move forward and not knowing if she handled the situation appropriately, Lena sent another note to Keisha. She wrote about how she reread the paper, about the notes she took when she was fighting an orgasm on her bed, about how Brian read her notes in front of her, and finally about his erection and how she reacted. She asked Keisha how she could move forward.
The wait was over twenty minutes, but Keisha responded. "It sounds like you had an interesting night. Even though you wrote those story comments when you were aroused, you did a great job of being open with him about what you felt about his story. That story has a strong emotional tie to him for many reasons, and I am sure it was good for your relationship that you responded to it honestly.
I can see why you are concerned with how things were left in the kitchen, but I think you messaged me because you were hoping I would tell you how to feel about how you reacted and where you two left things. You need to think about it first. What is upsetting or concerning to you about the situation? Are you mad at him for not controlling himself, or are you mad at yourself for causing his reaction? Are you even mad about his reaction, or were you just surprised? Do you think your reaction was positive or negative? And why do you feel that way?"
Lena reflected on what happened in the kitchen. She then messaged her friend, "I don't think it is his fault. I think I caused it. I think he was turned on by my comments, and then he checked me out. I think I left because I was unsure about how to handle it. It seemed too intimate. I didn't expect that reaction and knowing he was looking at my chest to help his hardon was hard to swallow. I should have not run out, because now he is probably confused or hurt."
Keisha's follow-up did not start the way Lena imagined.
"I am sorry, but I could not help but laugh at your response. Honey, you told him you were going to wear the clothes that gave him an erection, and then you told him he can look where he wants. What else would happen? Even without you making sexy comments on his erotica he is still going to get hard around you. Not only did I know my son could become erect during gardening, but I had him come out to garden with me for that exact reason. He knew that I knew he was hard, and I made sure he knew it was acceptable. This is why I did- and now you have done- the very thing that got our sons hard. Erections are just their bodies reacting to their feelings and desires. If your son gets hard and you make him feel like he needs to hide it when he is alone with you in your own home, then he will be scared to be around you. Do you think it is a fair relationship if you are allowed to openly talk about how you came to his story, but he is not allowed to be honest with his physical reactions?"
On face value, everything about Keisha's advice seemed so wrong. The thought of Keisha inviting her son out for gardening just so she could let him get a boner while they talked was wild.
In defense of Keisha's thinking, Lena knew she was stupid for not realizing Brian would get horny. Of course, he would get a boner again. Keisha had also been right about how showing off what Brian wanted to see had improved their relationship. Really, all the advice Keisha had given so far was right.
Lena started to think that maybe both of them being open with how they reacted to things was the "more" than Brian needed in their relationship. If Lena could freely sit next to Brian while her tits were still firm from his erotica, then it seemed unfair to make him feel insecure and nervous about his penis getting the same way.
Lena emerged from her room to see that Brian was in his room with the door closed. The mother knocked. "Brian?"
There was no answer. He was likely pretending he couldn't hear her. Lena took out her phone and emailed her son. "I am sorry for reacting the way I did. You did nothing wrong and I got startled. When it is just us here, there is no reason for us to pretend your body doesn't do that."
"There's not?" A voice called back through the door.
"No," Lena spoke back. "I want us to be honest with each other. We don't need to pretend that didn't happen. We both know it happened and it's okay. Do you want to try hanging out again?"
Brian was relieved, but he was still worried about making his mom uncomfortable. "Uh, I don't know. I don't know if I can control it yet. I swear I didn't do it on purpose. My eyes go places and I start thinking about things even when I don't want to."
Lena tried to channel her to learning experience from Keisha. "Brian, you don't need to try to control it around me. I want your body to do what it wants. I wear tank tops because I want you to react like you just did. I am okay that you are turned on by me. Our relationship cannot be the one in your story, but you needed 'more', so I am letting you have it."
It sounded like Brian jumped off from his bed in excitement. "Really?"
"Yes, really. How about we try hanging out again tomorrow? You can let your body do what boys' bodies do, and I won't let that affect our time together."
"Sounds good! I am sure you will have things to grade, and I need to start editing my final essay tomorrow."
******** Ch. 7
When changing out of her work clothes to get ready for another evening of quality time with her son, Lena found herself wondering if Brian would get an erection again. It was a difficult thought to shake. As she put on a red tank top, her first thought was that Brian would probably get hard again. Stop psyching yourself out. You're in a weird situation.
Once they were at the table again, the 18-year-old kept looking over his laptop screen to look at his mom before returning back to writing. Lena knew he was editing his fantasy story, and she wondered how his glances at her were related to the story.
"So how was school today?" Lena broke the silence.
"Same as usual," Brian smiled. "How was yours?"
"That's good, I suppose. I spent about half of each class going over end-of-year papers. Then in the senior classes, we finished Hamlet."
"I see. We are about to start Hamlet." There was a pause where Brian thought a bit more. "Can I ask you a question. It's about the paper."
"Okay..." Lena was unsure of what he was going to ask.
"It is about me trying to add more detail."
"Okay..."
Brian was a bit sheepish. "Is hair tugging a thing in real life, or is it something you would find just in porn?"
The question was not a normal one for a son to ask a mom, but it was not as bad as it could have been. The problem was that Lena could feel him looking at her hair while he awaited an answer. "It's a real thing," Lena said, then took a sip of tea and went back to her work.
"Ok. I kind of have one more. It's like the last one, but it is more- It's part of the notes you gave me, and I want to add it, but I wanna get it right."
"Okay..."
"Is it painful for a woman to be on her knees? Isn't better for them to be laying down when doing- um- the thing you told me to write about?"
Lena tried not to make eye contact. It was a reasonable question, and clearly, Brian did not have much experience in the oral field. She found herself taking into consideration how her comments would affect the outcome of the story. "Uh- prone position could perhaps be more comfortable. Kneeling is the ideal position for all involved. So, uh, yeah..." She sipped her tea and tried to turn back to her work, but it was to no avail.
Immediately, Lena emailed Keisha explaining what was going on and if this type of conversation was acceptable.
Keisha responded, "I certainly would not have encouraged this type of conversation when you are hanging out, because the way you talk quickly becomes the status quo. However, you introduced this language when you wrote those comments and let him read them next to you. You told him to write about these things to make his story better, and you put all these new ideas in his mind.
It is good that you are helping him understand these things. He is going to be curious and has legitimate questions. I am sure he would be embarrassed to get an intimate detail horribly wrong because he was trying to live up to the story you told him to write."
Nothing Brian had asked so far would have been embarrassing to get wrong. If Lena had not answered his questions, he would have written a story that involved hair-tugging and a blowjob from a woman laying down. Though, the idea of a woman giving a blowjob from a prone position was not anywhere close to as hot as the idea of her going to her knees and making eye contact. The ways in which her comments could cause Brian to butcher his story were more concerning to Lena than the idea of him embarrassing himself with naive sexual information.
Talking to her son in her professional tone again, Lena assured him, "If you have any questions when adding the parts I told you to add, it is better for you to ask me than it is for you to risk making an error that could impact the quality of your story."
Brian nodded and immediately obliged. He asked lowly, "Is it possible for a woman to take an entire penis in her mouth? Or is it just unrealistic?"
Of course, that's the first fucking question. Still keeping her teacher's tone, Lena cleared her tightened throat and thought of a correct explanation. "It depends on the woman and the size of the man. Some women can do something called 'deepthroating' where their gag reflex does not stop them from taking an entire penis into their mouth and throat. It is a rarer skill among women, but less so among experienced ones."
Brian typed some notes onto his laptop. "So, would it be weird for someone in my story to have that skill?"
Someone? There's only one damn character that's sucking a dick. God, why not just ask me if I can do it at this point? "It is a creative writing assignment. You can decide to give people whichever characteristics you choose."
Lena shot another email to Keisha. She told her what questions Brian had asked her. "I know you said to be helpful, but this was him wanting to know what I am capable of. What do I do when he asks me things like that?"
"He is asking you those questions because it builds his fantasy and makes it more realistic. When you think about it, it is harmless to tell him the truth. It does not change anything material in your life, and it simply allows him to enjoy his fantasies more. After some time, my youngest ended up asked me if I was ever in a three-way, and I told him a little bit about it. It educated him, he felt closer to me, and it actually even felt nice to share that funny story with him. Again, you can yield to him in small ways until he moves on from you."
It was annoying how Keisha always perfectly supported the answers that Lena did not want to hear. It was true that him knowing intimate details about her did not change reality. He was already imagining her doing explicit things anyway.
"So, what ability did you decide to give Lena?" Lena polled her son.
"I decided not to give her the ability to deepthroat since you said it's so rare. I guess I want to make this a more realistic story," Brian explained, not taking his eyes off his laptop.
Lena gulped. "I don't know if you want the character of Lena to match me exactly, but if it helps you, I know how to deepthroat."
Brian's wide eyes left his computer screen in a hurry. He had to process some new thoughts and fantasies. He finally said, dryly, "Ok. Are you- do you- is it something you can do every time or is it hard to do?"
"I've done it a lot, and usually prefer to do it. I don't do it as much now."
"Why don't you do it as much now?"
Lena pretended not to hear the question due to her focus on her work. She knew Brian would not ask again.
A few minutes later, Brian picked head back up and asked cautiously, "Is it okay to start things off in missionary position?"
"Um, usually it is. That's pretty safe. Though personally, I am more of the type to take control, so I prefer positions that allow me to do that. Those positions can be as cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, reverse missionary, or really any position when I am sitting in the lap. And on the same note, do not have hair pulling in it. I am more the type to tie it back myself."
"Ok. Thanks," Brian said, trying to hide his bewilderment.
Keisha had been right about it feeling nice for Lena to share those details with someone close to her. It was admittedly fun to see his eyes go so wide.
Brian then popped his head back up. "I-uh- I like the way your hair looks in a ponytail and tied back, by the way. I think it was in a ponytail that first time I saw you in the white tank top."
The mother took the compliment with some pride and some uncertainty. "Thank you."
****** Ch. 8
Rick was home from the road the following day, and both Brian and Lena found themselves missing their hangout time. Knowing that there would not be quality time with the other person made the final day of the work week not feel like a Friday. When Lena got home, she found it odd to not have the sensation of someone coveting her body.
On Saturday afternoon, when Rick had to leave again for Houston, there was an air of excitement. Brian made the curious decision to stay at home and do his homework instead of going out with friends on the beautiful April day.
Up in her room, Lena began the process of dressing down. She put on a pair of jean shorts, flip flops, and a red camisole with a white bra poking out from the sides and top. Before leaving her room, she looked in her mirror. She remembered what Brian had said about how her hair looked when tied back. I hope he doesn't get the idea I would tie my hair back to turn him on. It's hot as hell out today and I don't need to be a hot mess while grading homework.
Later, in the kitchen, a voice rang out. "Good afternoon."
Before he could get a word out, Brian looked at the kitchen table. His mom was sitting there in a revealing red camisole and smiling at him. And just how it had been the first time he saw her in a sexual light. His mom had her hair back in an attractive and sexy ponytail.
It was a poor day to wear light shorts. Brian noticed the rising pole in the material, and so did his mom. He looked at her face for a cringe-worthy reaction. She was flush, but she did not look scared. Brian scrambled to the table so that it would be concealed from her view.
"Up early I see," Lena quipped, then returned her focus to her students' homework assignments.
Brian could see the sarcastic grin on his mom's face, and he was glad that she found it funny instead of horrifying.
"I like your hair, mom," Brian said, genuinely.
Still trying to overcome her hang-ups toward his feelings, Lena smirked, "I could tell. Thank you." It was amusing for Lena to see her son's reactions to her funny remarks. "What are you working on today?"
"Still the story. I need to keep editing it and adding more detail."
"Of course. Well, I can tell you're already in the right frame of mind to write it."
Brian chuckled. "I guess so. Uh, by the way, what is that thing called in your hair?"
Lena smiled and rolled her eyes. "The thing 'Lena' is going to be wearing to tie her hair back in your story is called a scrunchie."
"Thank you," Brian answered. In his naivete, he was surprised his mom saw right through his question.
As a follow-up, Lena helpfully added, "She would probably have it in whenever she thinks she is going to be perspiring, that way her hair doesn't stick to her skin."
Brian's face became redder as he was clearly thinking of the physical activities that could make his mom sweat. It was hard for Lena not to laugh at his expense. It felt like she was bullying her son in a way, but he clearly liked it as well.
"So, it would make sense for her to have it in- like she and- during-?"
"Sex? Yes. You could have her already wearing it while she is writing. Personally, I tend to put in it right before I go down to my knees. It's practical and, as you now know," Lena laughed lightly, "it tends to have a strong effect."
Brian was starting to sweat. The air conditioning was on, so it had nothing to do with the temperature. The brunette mother saw that her son was channeling his enjoyable torment into his writing.
At risk of making him pass out, Lena knew it was the best time to ask him something that had been on her mind since the first time she read his story. "So how do you know about that black teddy I had? It would have been tough to find in the closet."
Brian's face went white. He opened his mouth without speaking. Then he finally shot out, "I snuck into your closet to find clothes of yours like that and I found it."
After 18 years of raising him, Lena could tell when Brian was lying, and he just told a transparent one. "I know that's not true. We have been doing well lately because we haven't been holding back with each other. Don't ruin that," Lena said, firmly.
"I can't. I think it'll be ruined if I tell you."
"You need to tell me."
The caught son took a deep breath. His fingers were picking at each other. He faced his mom's direction without actually looking at her. "One night, I uh, I guess I was feeling really strongly. I had been thinking about you an insane amount, and I couldn't help it. I just needed to see your body- like all of it. And I thought it would work if, when I knew you were changing, I hid in the back in your closet." Brian paused to keep his thoughts together.
Lena could not believe the lengths he had gone to, and she had no idea he would do something so bold, even when taking his story into consideration. She did not speak and waited for him to finish.
"I thought I was just going to see you change. You opened the closet door and took a step in. I thought you were going to see me but you didn't. You went to a top shelf, and opened a box and took out the teddy. You slid the door closed and I couldn't see you put it on because the crack in the door only gave me a small view. Then dad came in."
Oh no. Lena knew exactly the night he was talking about. She seldom donned her black teddy. And the night Brian was describing was the last night she wore it. The fact that he was there made Lena's skin crawl.
"Then I heard you guys talking. Then I finally saw you walk around the end of your bed wearing the teddy. But then I couldn't see you, and I heard you two having sex. Then a couple of minutes later you said something to him, and you two started arguing. When you finally stopped, and you went to the bathroom and he left your room, I left."
Wowwwww. There did not seem to be a proper way to respond to what her son just described. Lena remembered the argument she and Rick had and all the things they had said to each other. She now understood how Brian knew about the black teddy as well as how he knew her sexual relationship with Rick was not in the best place.
"Thank you for telling me," Lena said, robotically.
"Are you mad? I swear that I have only done that once and would never do it again. You don't deserve that," Brian pleaded.
"Well, I am certainly not happy you spied on me. I am glad you realize how you shouldn't do anything like that to anyone." Lena relented, "I know you were going through a really confusing time. That does not entirely excuse your behavior, but I hope that us being open like we are, now makes you realize you can't do anything in the shadows anymore."
"I would never do it again. I have not even thought of snooping in any way since we started this."
"Good," Lena breathed. "I do want to know, though, how much of my argument with your father did you hear?"
"A lot of it. Right after you had sex, he apologized for some reason. Then you kind of ripped on him. Then he started arguing about salary. Then you guys got mad and it was over."
"That explains how you knew a lot of that information for your story. I thought were either a really good guesser, or I had been talking really loudly in my sleep."
Sensing the lighter tone, Brian laughed. "No, I just overheard everything."
"I know it is your fault that you overheard our argument, but I am still sorry that you had to hear everything. I hope it didn't stress you out in any way."
"The argument wasn't bad. I've heard you argue before. It was just kind of hard, because of the things I felt, hearing dad get to do stuff to you."
Lena knew it was right to hold her tongue, but she was still enjoying the liberating feeling of giving Brian personal information that he wanted to hear. "If it makes you feel any better, you didn't hear us have sex. Our night was over a couple of minutes after I put my scrunchie in. That's why he apologized and we ended up arguing."
A grin replaced Brian's look of guilt. A few minutes later, Brian asked, "Mom, you know how you wanted me to explain in my story how Brian knew his parents' relationship was sexually unsatisfying?"
"Uh, yes, I think I might remember that note," Lena feigned.
"Would it be okay if I wrote in that story about me hiding to watch?"
"I guess that would be the most realistic thing to put."
"Thanks. And I know you didn't want me to see you in your teddy, but you looked perfect in it."
Lena instinctively blushed. "Geez, maybe you should have yelled that from the closet before I threw it in the trash when I was pissed off," she joked.
But Brian was not laughing at her joke. Instead, he had a guilty face again.
A wise Lena pressed, "It never made it to the curb, did it?"
"No. I figured if you were throwing it out, then it wouldn't matter if I took it."
Lena knew what her son was probably doing with it. "I was pretty stupid for throwing out a $120-piece-of-lingerie. I am sure you may have used it for certain things. Is it in condition for me to have back, or did you stain it too much?" Lena quipped, lightheartedly.
Brian nodded his head, "Actually, it is clean. I know what you're thinking, but I liked it so much I was careful not to stain it. I even wash it after I use it, just in case."
"Seriously?" Lena was taken back. "I am surprised you did not damage it. I am even more surprised you did laundry. You did me a favor by rescuing it for me."
Getting up from the table, Brian hustled up the stairs, opened a drawer, and then came back down with a handful of black fabric. He handed it to his mom. "There you go."
"Thank you," Lena replied, amazed that the lingerie had found its way back to her. "Do you also have the purse I lost last year?"
"Uh, that, I don't think so." The son and mother laughed.
Later that evening, after Lena had retired to her room, she sent a message to Keisha explaining all the things that happened during the day. She told how she let Brian know his erection was not a big deal, how he came clean about spying on her, and how he gave her the teddy back. What Lena wanted an opinion on more than anything else was if it was okay for her to mention her sex life with his dad, and if her playful comments on her scrunchie might confuse him.
"Today must have been another entertaining day for you, Lena. I was actually looking forward to hearing about it. You two seem to have a blossoming line of communication. You are doing even better than I was doing with my youngest at just a few days in. As far as you talking to him about your sex life with your husband, I would have avoided that. I was not married when I started this process with my son, and my son also did not hear me give my husband oral, so I am not an expert on how to handle that. I would say to avoid it unless you feel it is important.
And, Honey, I think those teasing comments you made to him about his erection were excellent. I am sure he feels considerably less nervous when he is around you now. You also did an excellent job of getting him to tell you the truth about his lingerie information. I must say, I do think you made a mistake by asking him to give it back to you.
For all this time, it was his token of you. It surely has a lot of sentimental value because it is a reminder of him seeing you in your most intimate moment. He rescued it after you threw it in the trash, so it was free to become his. He must care for you a lot if he was willing to part with it and gift it to you just because you asked. If you had messaged me at the time, I would have suggested letting him keep it. It would obviously be bad for you to return such a significant gift that he happily gave to you. Maybe make a small gesture to let him know you appreciate what he did for you?
Other than that, I am thoroughly impressed by how well you are handling this. There have been other mothers before you that messaged me because their sons wanted them, and you are the only one who has had the dedication to follow my advice and is having a great relationship with her son. Keep it going."
*************** Ch. 9
Running errands took up the first half of Lena's Sunday. Knowing this, Brian conveniently planned to hang out with friends earlier in the day. Lena got home first and found herself still thinking about what had happened yesterday.
Lena decided that she should not go into any more detail about her relationship with Rick if it did not directly involve Brian, like the night of the lingerie had. Brian should not be subjected to his parents' difficulties.
The mom also thought about how strange of an experience it was for her to purposefully give her son an erection and then be fine with it enough to make flirty jokes to make him even more lustful. It had been entertaining for her to see his reactions and play the game. She even fully admitted to herself that she was looking forward to playing it again. If I have to subtly fuel his desires, then I might as well make it a funny game for myself.
The lingering question, though, was how she would handle the fact that she had asked Brian to give her back the black teddy. Lena went into her closet and removed the black teddy from its hiding place in her closet. For the tenth time, she checked it to make sure there were no white stains. She then held it up and knew Brian was right about how good she looked in it.
The black one-piece was a little sheer on the sides and had cut-out lace patterns running from the abdomen to just under the cups. The mid-level cups were thick and firm with lace patterns around the edges. The cups were held up with black spaghetti straps going over the shoulders.
When Lena had asked for it back, she never thought of what it had come to mean for Brian or how it really became his property since she chose to trash it. The mother felt bad about inconsiderately removing it from his life.
Lena pondered Keisha's suggestion of making a small gesture to let him know she acknowledged what he did when he gifted it to her. With Brian coming home shortly, Lena thought she would come up with a gesture by the next time they had the chance to hang out.
Putting on her cute jean shorts to prepare, she thought about which bra and top she would wear. Of course, she would also be wearing her hair up again with a scrunchie- the same black scrunchie she always wore, including the night Brian had watched her from the closet.
An idea suddenly came to Lena. Hmm. I suppose that would okay. It's two birds with one stone.
*********
When Brian came home from his friend's house, he immediately went upstairs to grab his laptop. He had never been more excited in his life to start doing homework. He made sure his brown hair was neat and that his shirt formed to his body, thinking those things might somehow make his mom want him in the same way he wanted her.
"Good afternoon," Lena greeted, hearing Brian's approach the kitchen.
"Good afternoon, mom. Woah..." Brian stopped dead in his tracks. Seated at the kitchen table was his mom in white tennis shoes and jean shorts. But what made the circuits in his brain fry was that her top was not like the others she had worn. This one was instantly recognizable.
Fed underneath her jean shorts, Lena was wearing the infamous black teddy. It was the same one that Brian had watched his mom wear, had fantasized about, had masturbated to, had masturbated with, and thought he would never see again.
To no surprise, his cock shot up in his shorts, lifting the mesh material. The lingerie did not give away the store, but it seemed to sculpt and present her body in a new way. More of her chest and cleavage was revealed than he would have ever expected. The sides of her body seemed so slender and firm. Brian knew he should speak, but he just kept taking his mom in.
Lena blushed while she coyly grinned. She was proud of herself for pulling off such a bold move, and she was proud that she could still get that type of reaction from a man. "That was even faster than I expected," she remarked.
Brian looked down to see his erection pointing straight out like a fishing rod. His one saving grace was that his shorts were dark and matte so they camouflaged it well. Instead of joining his mom at the table, Brian briefly turned and tucked his dick into his waistband. "I-uh- wow. You look- Wow."
"Thank you for the compliment. I can tell you meant it," Lena beamed. "Do you plan on standing there all day? Because if you're trying to conceal your erection, I think you'll have much better luck hiding it under the table."
"Right," Brian nodded, overwhelmed by the situation. He could not stop looking at his mom. "Why are you wearing this today?"
"Well, I know it must have been hard for you to give it back to me. I wanted to wear it as a thank you for returning it to me, and I thought it would be unfair if you never got to see it again. Plus, I knew it would turn you on," Lena explained.
"This is amazing," Brian gawked. "I can't believe you did this for me. I can't pull my eyes away."
"Luckily for your eyes, they can look wherever they want during our time together." Lena got a kick out of Brian scurrying to the sink to get a glass of water and then coming back.
His mind was reeling. "I wanted to finish my story. I don't think I can focus. I can't ignore them. There's so much skin- and their shape- I just, wow."
The mother, in her bombshell lingerie, was having a blast seeing her son's mouth go dry and struggle to speak. She was well aware it was a generous view of her chest and there was no point in pretending the lingerie had any other purpose. "I hope you don't ignore them, because then I wore this thing for nothing. I am really enjoying the gift you gave me, and I want you to enjoy the gift I am giving you as much as you can. So why don't you focus on writing, and then whenever you need a break or some inspiration, you can focus on me?"
Not sure if he was lost in one of his own fantasies, Brian panted, "Ok."
"And you're almost done with your story?" Lena's curiosity was piqued. "How much more do you have to write?"
"Maybe just one more page of writing, and then I just have to edit some of the parts I added," a red-faced Brian answered.
Lena tried to speak in her teacher's voice, but it was harder to pull off in lingerie. "And you added things from my notes?"
"Yep. I have almost six more pages of plot and details."
How am I going to fucking make it through that?! Lena was unsure of if she could grade the paper in even two sittings. She needed to know what he added, though. "You've really been typing away. Good for you. So, are you going to submit it soon?"
"I don't think so. I want to make sure it's perfect. It's not due for a couple of weeks, so I'm gonna spend a lot of time editing."
"You should let me edit it when you're done writing," Lena spat. She then said more measuredly, "You have the person grading it right here. You might as well have me edit it right when you're done so that you know it will be perfect when you hand it in."
"You are fine with giving me a second edit?"
"Of course. Try to finish before tonight."
"Okay..." Brian smiled with uncertainty. "I will try not to get too distracted."
"Just make sure you get distracted enough," Lena teased, "because, of course, now I expect you to describe how I look in my teddy in perfect detail."
A tormented Brian swallowed and nodded.
*********** Ch. 8
As Brian wrote more and more and kept peeking at his mom more and more, his story became more energized. He went back to earlier parts and made them even dirtier with more explicit detail.
It was an endless feedback loop of intense arousal. He would look at his gorgeous mom, write hot words, get horny from the hot words, and then look at his mom with even more longing. This went on and on for over an hour. Brian never craved his mom this badly. He did not want to fuck his mom, he needed to have her right now.
Lena was performing her grading duties but was well aware of her son's infatuated glances, and she was relishing in them. Every so often she would stretch or lean over in a certain way to change the view she provided. She, of course, rationalized those actions as her doing normal things. For a while, at least, she had no idea what was going on inside her son's head and body.
That changed when Lena heard a scratching-type noise. It was coming over from where Brian was sitting. Lena glanced up to see his right shoulder subtly flexing again and again. Brian's face made it look like he was semi-conscious.
Oh my fucking god. Surreal did not begin to describe what Lena knew was going on under the table. Her son was rubbing himself off through his shorts just feet away from her. This is not happening. This can't be happening.
Lena had no idea what to do. She found it hard to move. It felt so weird. She did the only thing she could think to do, and that was to message Keisha. She needed her advisor to be immediately available.
"Please help NOW! Keisha, I need you now! I'm freaking the fuck out. Brian is JERKING OFF under the table two feet from me. What do I do? Please answer soon!"
It was only four minutes, but it felt like an eternity for Lena. Keisha replied, "This is not acceptable behavior from him. You have been excellent in giving him more on your terms. He needs to know he cannot escalate behavior on his own. You determine what is acceptable or not. You have been consistent with how you have handled your time together. He was able to control himself every other day. You need to ask him why he thought it would suddenly be acceptable behavior today. You need to tell him that you know what he is doing and that he should stop."
Finding it hard to process things at the moment, Lena read through Keisha's message several times. Keisha was right about it being unacceptable, but Lena realized she had left out some key details. Guilt came over Lena because she had a feeling that she had made some mistakes. She wanted to defend her actions to herself as well as to Keisha.
"Keisha, thank you for getting back so fast. I think I should tell you that I might have had a part in escalating things and was a little inconsistent today. I took your advice on making a gesture to show my appreciation for him giving me the teddy back. I thought since I could not give it back, and it would be unfair to remove it from him completely, it would be nice to surprise him if I were wearing it as the top to my jean shorts. He did react strongly, as was expected. I also encouraged him to check me out in it for inspiration to his story. I, however, did NOT say anything that permitted masturbation. That is why he's doing it secretly."
It was two minutes before Keisha responded. "Yes, you absolutely should have told me that. When I suggested you make a small gesture, I meant making him a nice breakfast! I did not mean wear the skimpy lingerie that is the center of all his fantasies, tell him it was a gift for him, and then tell him to stare at you anytime he needed help writing his erotica about you. I am sorry for being so blunt, but what were you thinking Honey? You must have your son riled up like nothing else. The whole point of this process was to control his desires. You have encouraged them to go way off the rails. I cannot believe you put yourself in this situation. He is jerking off because he literally cannot control how much he wants to have sex with you. He will never be fine with just hanging out anymore. He is going to get frustrated until he explodes and it will be too painful for him to be around you."
Guilt, anger, and frustration came over Lena. I'm such a moron. Why the hell did I dress like this? Why the hell did I tell him to stare at my tits? What the hell is wrong with me?
Lena frantically asked Keisha, "What do I do to fix this? How do I get things to return to normal? What should I do right now? I do NOT want to make him frustrated until he can't take it and ends up avoiding me. I put in all this work. It can't be ruined because of one mistake."
Across the table, Brian was still in his trance, thinking his mom was unaware that he was slowly satisfying the raging hardon he had. He was under the impression he was tricking his mom into thinking he was just looking over his story.
Keisha responded to Lena again. "Firstly, forget about things returning to normal. You wore lingerie for your son. Normal, even by your new standards, is not going to be possible anymore. That does not mean you cannot preserve your relationship. At this moment, do not do anything. He is not making a move on you and he is not harming you. He is in his own world, and you should let him continue to be there alone.
For what you need to do in the future, think about what you have done so far. Wearing the arousing outfits, spending time with him, making playful remarks- those have all been ways of you harmlessly stimulating your son. The entire point was so that you could allow him to enjoy his sexual attraction to you instead of being frustrated in private until he resents you or ends up taking drastic measures as he did in your closet.
When it comes to boys and their hormones, think of it as the engine in a car. So that makes women, in this case, you, the fuel. If they want to drive somewhere but there is no fuel, the engine overheats and things start to melt. That is what it was like for him before he wrote that story. If you add just a little fuel and control the intake, they can only go down the road within a certain distance that you allow, and they do it in an enjoyable way. That is what you were doing up until today. Today, you gave him a ton of fuel and opened up the intake so that the engine thought it could go wherever it wanted, but the car was not able to. You made it so he could only drive a limited distance, and when he wanted to go farther down the road and his car was spinning in place, he just kept revving his engine until it was about to overheat.
Your problem is that he will keep revving and revving. He might cool down for a second by masturbating, but it will ultimately just make him want to rev the engine faster until it overheats and explodes. You can never take away the fuel because you gave him an endless supply of it today. If you do not want him to explode, the only way to do it is to help him take breaks from revving the engine."
Lena was picking at the strands in her ponytail, which was now resting on her shoulder. She knew her relationship with Brian could never be normal again. And she knew she raised the bar so high that he would never be satisfied with moderate fun again. She made him feel like he needed it all to be satisfied. "You are right about what I did today. I understand why I can't make things return to how they were. What does 'help him take breaks from revving the engine' mean? How do I do it?"
In a quick, blunt reply, Keisha asked, "What do you think it might mean?"
Keisha was usually not one for riddles. Lena looked at the message in context. Many thoughts entered her mind, but she was either too afraid or not sure enough to commit to any of them. Answering Keisha, she guessed, "It means that I need to make him feel like he does not need to keep driving. Then his engine will cool down. What are ways I can do that?"
"Very good. That is exactly what that means. You will never let him get to the destination he wants, but he will stop driving if you give him a fairly harmless pit stop that he can enjoy just a little farther down the road from where he is now. You would need to keep him at that pit stop, and you only need to help the engine cool off once it's about to overheat again."
Lena's mouth went dry. "And what would a driver find at a 'fairly harmless pit stop' just down the road?"
"Honey, you already know the answer to that."
"Did you ever need to provide that pit stop for your son? How did you know it was the right time?"
"I kept my youngest son's engine in check perfectly. I always made sure he had limited gas in the tank. Even with how careful I was I could not control everything in his world. When he was home during his first summer break of college, and he was away from his new girlfriend, he found a pornstar that looked rather similar to me. Those videos provided him an endless supply of fantasies, and he could not drive to any of them. I never guessed I would have to let him go farther down the road, but towards the end of the summer, I felt the need to cave."
"Wow. That is incredible. What was it like? How did it change things?" Lena's mind was racing. She had doubts, curiosity, intrigue, and apprehension. The fact that Keisha had gone farther than she did was a surprise for Lena, and she felt tinges of jealousy.
Keisha was short and straightforward. "I have an excellent relationship with my son to this day. I do not regret anything I did."
It was clear that Keisha was done answering questions about the topic. Everything moving forward was up to Lena's intuition. Finding herself in the reality that she was wearing sexy lingerie to get her son hard and helping him write his erotica while he masturbated to her, it was clear that she needed to act soon.
Thinking about how she would act or even go about it made knots in her stomach. She needed to consider how and when to bring it up. Meanwhile, she needed to decide how she was going to address the masturbating elephant in the room.
Brian's intense glare towards his computer screen had tightened. His breath rate was up and the vein in his body was stiffer. Lena knew it would not be too long. She decided it was best to let him finish. Though after how long he had been at it, she wondered if something was wrong. Nonetheless, she prepared herself to remain still while hearing the muffled signs of his orgasm.
With her head down in her work, Lena heard a low grunt and the sound of Brian's foot hitting the floor as his body jerked. It was hard to remain motionless while hearing it happen. Lena was waiting for the fast breaths of relief that let her know it was over.
Soon the breaths came, and Lena felt comfortable looking up again. Brian looked relieved in his eyes, but his face was still beet-red. His chest heaved in and out. After Brian's breathing returned to normal, a look of criminality appeared. He was nervous in his movements and announced, "I have to run to the bathroom really quick."
The irony was not lost on Lena. Are you fucking kidding me? Why did you not just do that to start with? It would have made sense if he had been beating off in the kitchen because he wanted to look at her, but after the first minute or so, he was in a trance and looking towards his computer. Lena supposed the silver lining of Brian's exhibitionism was that she now had a clear picture of how far things had gotten.
When Brian came back, he had some small moisture patches on the outside of his shorts. With them being subtle, he was clearly hoping his mom would not notice.
Until she could decide how to respond, Lena just wanted to move past the ordeal.
"So, how is the story coming along?"
"Good," Brian nodded, not holding eye contact. He was pleased that his mom was speaking to him normally, allowing him to believe he had gotten away with it. "I think I'll be done in a little bit."
The idea of reading the expanded and more intense version of Brian's story sent a tingle up Lena's spine. She accepted that she was a sucker for quality erotica no matter what the genre and characters.
There was about a ten-minute period where Brian was heavily focused on his writing. Eventually, his gaze started to wander to the most inviting distraction he had ever encountered. For Lena, it was proof of Keisha's point that he could not cool himself down for long.
Brian's lust was out of control, but Lena was not sure when exactly was the right time to intervene. It could be weeks before she needed to step in. It was insanely stressful, the idea of waiting and watching for the precise moment when her son's engine was so flustered that it would need a pit stop.
Lena made the firm decision that if she was going to provide Brian a pit stop at some point anyway, she might as well force his engine to that point faster. I am in control of this. He's going to need to go farther down the road and he'll go there on my terms. I am not going to wait until I feel I am caving like Keisha.
"I think I'm done," Brian announced, proudly. He had never cared more for a school assignment in his life.
The news got his mom's attention as well. With her new frame-of-mind, Lena asked, "I'm impressed. You included everything I told you to add?"
Brian nodded. "I did, all of them. I even added things in other areas."
"Good. Did you describe how I looked in this well enough? I saw you doing some diligent research," Lena poked.
"Uh, yes. I think I did a good job with it," he gulped.
"Okay..." Lena spoke with a playfully skeptical tone, "Because in your rough draft you did not describe my neck, lips, and tits in as nearly as much detail as you could have. I provided you a lot of help today."
His mouth dry, again, Brian answered, "I added a lot more detail. Thank you for helping me. I definitely used it."
Lena savored seeing her son's face go pale. "I'm actually surprised you didn't take more advantage of this outfit I wore for you," Lena curiously smiled. "I wanted to give you the view you weren't able to enjoy for long enough last time. Of course, this time, I have my teddy on and my hair tied back for you instead of someone else."
The lustful adrenaline inside Brian was pumping so high that his hands were trembling. "I definitely took full advantage. I couldn't stop looking at you. The only time I looked down was to write about you," he defended.
"Oh, I definitely felt your eyes on me a lot, and I'm glad you focused on finishing your story. I am talking about those twenty-or-so minutes where you chose to stare off into space instead of using the view that I gave you. You stopped looking at me right after you started doing it."
Brian's mouth gaped and he struggled to think of what to say. She knew what he did, and she had said nothing. She didn't even react. Brian's heart was in his stomach. "You- uh- you knew I-"
Patronizingly, Lena smirked, "You don't think I know what a guy's face looks like when his cock is being pleased? Did you really think I wouldn't notice you jerking off two feet away from me?"
"I-I didn't think could tell. You didn't say anything."
"I knew right away. I didn't say anything because you were lost in your own world, and I didn't think you wanted to involve me," Lena shrugged. "I didn't expect to let you do it, but since I clearly didn't care, you should have taken advantage of the gift I gave you today."
It was excruciating for Brian. He could have done something unforgettable but missed his golden opportunity. Of course, she knew. Why did he not test the waters more and check her out while he jerked off? He let out a low sigh of agony. "I didn't know."
"You were stroking it for so long that I thought you were going to have to look at me. After about fifteen minutes I thought you were having trouble. So, I redid my ponytail, and I even adjusted my seating a few times so my tits would bounce to help you finish... but, I guess you were in deep focus." It was not a total lie. Lena had to have adjusted her posture at some point in her discomfort of watching him.
Brian's forehead was pounding and had a thin layer of sweat. He hated himself for missing what would have been the greatest moments of his life. "Could we try it again?" He pleaded in desperation.
The lingeried mother laughed loudly. "I am sure you'd like that, but I think that was more of a spur-of-the-moment thing."
It was another defeat for Brian. "Is there a chance it could happen again?"
Lena pondered, "I would say it's unlikely. But, then again, whenever I put on lingerie like this to turn a man on I can't seem to stop myself from playing and teasing more than I should. I guess we won't know until the next time you come downstairs and I'm sitting here in this, wanting to give you another instant erection."
"When do you think you'll dress like this again?" Brian wondered. All he needed was an ounce of hope.
"Well, the reason I wore this was to thank you for gifting it to me. So, you would have to give me a reason to wear it again. Maybe if the story you wrote for me is an even more pleasurable read than the first draft, I might just feel thankful enough to slip back into this for another day of fun."
Brian needed to cum badly. He wanted to take it out and start stroking it to see if his mom would stop him, but enough of his brain was still functioning to know it would be a poor idea. The stakes for his story felt higher than ever. "You're going to like it," he said, more to assure himself. "I want it to be perfect for you."
Lena grinned. "I hope it is. Well, even though I love distracting you, I should probably leave you alone so you can make your final adjustments in peace. Email it to me when you're done, and I'll print it out and give it a read."
The longing son nodded and watched his bombshell mother turn around and walk out of the kitchen. Lena had a sadistic smile on her face.
****** Ch. 9
Why did I do all of that? Once she was alone in the confines of her room, all of the comments, actions, and decisions Lena made seemed like they had happened in a strange dream. She was baffled with how things got to where they were. Everything seemed wrong, but the underlying rationale seemed justified.
Taking her phone out, Lena messaged Keisha, "I am overwhelmed. I could not handle the idea of waiting for when I needed to act. I made the decision to push him to the edge myself so I don't have to wait and wonder. When I'm doing the things you tell me to do and making my own decisions in front of Brian, it all makes sense and I trust myself. But when I step back, it seems crazy. Did you go through this? Am I doing something wrong?"
It was longer than usual, but Keisha reliably messaged back. "Honey, take a few breaths. I understand that this is new to you. I understand this seems crazy. But words like 'crazy' are just words that are meant to relate things to what is normally done. You are not the first mother that reached out to me on that forum. There are multiple mothers every year that ask me for advice, and then they call me crazy when I give it to them. And then their home life and relationships with their sons suffer because they do not want to do something 'crazy'. I cannot think of anything crazier than choosing to have a damaged relationship over a great one just because you fear that your private actions would be called 'crazy' by people who do not understand them.
I admire that you are trying to take control and do everything on your terms. I wish I had figured that out as you have, but you are more confident than I was. I do not think you need my advice as much as you think you do. You keep thinking you are not able to control yourself, and I even thought that at one point, but I realize that every decision you have made was because you felt it was the right one to make. Brian is your son and this is your relationship. Do not worry about how things seem, and just do what your instincts are telling you to do."
Keisha's message gave Lena a new level of confidence. We have a unique relationship, and it keeps getting better. I'm enjoying it and I think he's about to enjoy it even more. Lena thanked Keisha for all her help.
The evening then turned into a waiting game for the email containing Brian's story.
******* Ch. 10
It was not until after 9 PM that Lena refreshed the email inbox on her phone and saw an unread email from Brian. Her heart raced as she took her laptop out of her bag so she could read the expanded story.
Lena locked her door for a sense of security and climbed onto her bed in nothing but her black teddy. It felt appropriate to wear it. She opened the document on her laptop and began reading.
The spine of the story seemed the same, but the details were much richer. The emotions, the subtleties of the mom/son relationship, the issues with 'Lena' and 'Rick', the physical descriptions, and the true events all made the story feel more real.
When the story reached the part where 'Lena' emailed 'Brian' to ask him to describe himself, Lena's eyes widened as she realized Brian was about to describe himself intimately. In the fictional email, 'Brian' went over his brown hair, his deep-set eyes, and his 5'10 athletic stature. He then described his penis as being "seven or eight inches when erect and girthy with a pink head. Hanging below I have two round smooth testicles."
No...Would he actually tell the truth in this? He's trying to impress me, so he probably added a couple of inches. Lena knew her husband was a healthy six when erect, so if Brian were telling the truth, he would be bigger than his dad. Whenever Lena had seen his erection in the kitchen it was always obscured in some fashion. She recognized that it could be a true description, but she was not sure.
Lena kept rubbing her clit to the plot. She knew she was drenching the bottom of her lingerie, but that just made her feel dirtier.
The first major plot change in the story was that the imaginary office upstairs disappeared, and the kitchen was the place where 'Lena' did her writing. The next change came before the climax. Instead of pressing his fingers into 'Lena's' pussy to start sex, when 'Brian' shocked 'Lena' by surprising her in the kitchen, he told her about how he realized he had to have her. He told the story of him hiding in the closet to watch her and seeing her in her black teddy before having a disappointing night with 'Rick'.
Lena then read the description of how she looked in her black teddy from the closet door. It was like poetry. "Looking through the small gap between the closet door and the wall, Brian caught a glimpse of everything he wanted and needed in his life. A tanned porcelain sculpture- bare feet on the soft carpet, spherical cheeks hovering above toned legs, slender sides that ebbed at the waist then flowed inward and out to the chest, capable arms that ended in tipped white nails, elegantly arched posture leading to a long open neck, divinely-weighted breasts displayed in air by taut cups that caused the buoyant orbs to ripple across their surface with the slightest movement, a face of silk with lips of pink and winged eye-lashes that opened to hazel glass that danced in the light, atop a head of brunette there was a tie that allowed a single river of lush hair to flow down to the back, a mind that unmistakably forced the pink lips to part to reveal a loving and mischievous smile- all of this wrapped perfectly within a black lace teddy that served as the only medium capable of revealing the nature of this goddess."
The emotion inside Lena was overflowing. She was alone in her room pleasuring herself, but she had never felt so beautiful and sexy. Ever since Brian submitted his first draft, Lena had been operating under the assumption that he was driven mainly by lust. This was not lust. These were deeper feelings than any man had ever had for Lena, and Lena was okay that her son felt this way. It made her wish she had actually done all of those things she told Brian she did for him while he was masturbating.
Lena was not thinking of any scene or scenario, but rather just about the way Brian saw her when she suddenly buckled on her comforter and clenched her way through the most intense orgasm she could ever remember having. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and her pussy juice gushed all over her comforter and she could not stop it.
"Oh my god," Lena huffed, trying to recover. She still did not have her normal vision back. Yeah, he's going to have a good fucking day on Wednesday.
After getting water from the sink to replace the nectar that flooded onto her bed, Lena realized she still had not even read the expanded sex scene yet. I'm going to need to throw my entire bedspread away.
********** Ch. 11
The following morning, Rick came home to say hello and recharge his batteries before heading to Raleigh early the next morning. Brian was upset that he would not have alone time with his mom. He needed to know if she liked the changes he made to his story.
Brian had still not seen his mom that Tuesday yet because she had gotten up much earlier. Lena had masturbated herself to sleep by 9 PM and had gotten up before 5:30 feeling well-rested. Of course, having three full-body orgasms within the span of an hour would make anyone sleep well.
After getting to school early, Lena printed out Brian's paper for him as she promised. It felt wrong to print erotica in school printer, but it was a student's final paper. She was glad she did not print it out at home before reading it because the pages in that packet would be stuck together by now.
Lena did no editing last night. She also was not going to read it again in school. She just ran the story through Grammarly online and circled the mistakes it pointed it on the printed version. In regards to the plot and character development, Lena trusted her series of orgasms to act as her literary analysis.
Lena finished marking the edits and jotted down a couple of notes.
********** Ch. 12
When the school day was over, instead of going home to see her husband, Lena went out to run some errands. She figured it was time to go shopping. Brian had been right about Lena being underpaid, but she was the head of her entire department and was doing just fine. When out shopping, Lena knew that despite Brian's love for her black teddy, it was time to splurge on something new.
Having no reason to be at home, Brian was at a friend's house late into the evening. When he got home, his mom was asleep and his dad was napping on the couch. He figured it was best to go masturbate to the idea of fucking his mom until he could go to sleep.
********** Ch. 13
Brian woke up excited. The sun was bright and the weather seemed perfect. The weather might have been perfect yesterday as well, but it seemed that the days without his mom did not count. Lena was already at work, but Brian was just glad in knowing they would get tons of time together after school.
He walked into the kitchen to eat breakfast and saw a stack of papers on the table. It was his new story. There were a few red pen marks on the first page, so Brian knew it was the edited version. This was it. He frantically flipped through. He was hoping he would find comments that would give him an idea of whether he would get to see his mom in her black teddy again.
In terms of helpful signs, the pages were blank until he got to the page where he wrote about how his mom looked in her lingerie. There were no notes, but there was a giant heart drawn around the paragraph in pen. Brian smiled, knowing she loved how he described her.
He grew concerned, though. There were no notes in any of the parts where he hotly described all the new sex positions. He began to think he stripped away all that made the first draft so powerful, or that he made mistakes in describing the sex positions.
Then, on the back of the last page, he found his mom's verdict. "I came 3 damn times!! Hands down most satisfying thing I've ever read. So hot + intimate. Loved the oral exchange! Like how naughty you think I am ;) Audience definitely rooting for Brian. And that description of me... I want to make it the background on my phone. Made me upset you didn't see me tease you yesterday. Let's hang out at 4:30 and discuss. I'm sorry but thought about it a lot- do not expect black teddy :( "
Brian was ecstatic that his mom loved his story so much. He made her cum three times! The statements he loved the most were his mom saying the audience, which was just her, was rooting for him, and the statement where his mom said she wanted to see his description of her every day.
What absolutely crushed him, however, was that she chose not to wear her black teddy. "You said you would," Brian smacked the papers in anguish. He did not write the story to get his mom in lingerie again, but he let himself get his hopes up. If making her cum three times could not get her back in lingerie, then nothing would.
************ Ch. 14
It was a long day of school for both of them. It was long for Brian because of the frustration and distractions he was experiencing. It was long for Lena because she was excited about her plans for later.
Brian went up to his room when he got home. He figured he would stay there until it was time to hang out with his mom. He did not want to run into her before she was ready to talk to him.
When Lena got home at 3:50, she went into her room to get ready. She wanted to make sure she beat Brian to the kitchen. Lena walked into her closet and recovered the bag she had hid from her shopping the day before. She needed to make her son overheat until he was just about to explode. I think this will definitely do the trick.
************ Ch. 15
Sitting in the kitchen, Lena watched the minute-hand approach 4:30. Brian would be walking into the kitchen at any moment. Two days ago, Lena would not have expected herself to be so at ease. Fortunately, her last conversation with Keisha restored her confidence and she had no doubts or reservations. She felt free to do what she thought was best.
Brian was up in his bedroom putting on a shirt that he felt better complemented the muscles in his arms and shoulders. He fixed his hair and brushed his teeth. He put on mesh shorts again just in case his mom would somehow decide to let him try jerking his cock in front of her again. All things considered, he was feeling positive. He tried not to focus on the negative and chose to focus on how much his mom loved his story.
Shortly after 4:30, Brian walked down the stairs and turned the corner into the kitchen.
"Good afternoon," a smooth voice greeted.
Brian staggered backward and forgot how to breathe. His eyes struggled to take in the view. He mouthed some indiscernible words.
"I don't know why you're so surprised?" Lena smirked. "I told you it wouldn't be black."
It may have been hard for Brian to speak, but the eight-inch-long protrusion pointed towards his mom did all the talking for him.
Lena finally got a clear view of his manhood in his shorts, and she was impressed at her son's ability to describe himself.
The 18-year-old felt like his body was shaking even though it was not. "You look amazing."
"Thank you," Lena blushed. "Though to be fair, it wouldn't be much of a thank-you if I didn't." She saw her son inhaling her from the kitchen entrance. "You know, Brian, you can stand there with your dick aimed at me all day, but I think the view is probably better at the table."
Brian walked over and sat at an angle to his mom. She was in a bright red teddy, and that was all. This teddy was similar to the black one- sheer material mixed with lace, firm cups, and spaghetti straps. But there were two big differences. Instead of having a pattern going up the middle to two round cups, the red teddy had laces stringed up the middle that tied at the chest, pushing two half-shell cups together.
With the entire cleavage of her breasts showing in the smaller cups, Brian knew he was looking at his new favorite clothing item. He ran his eyes up and down his mother's smooth legs. Her butt was pressed into the off-white cushions. "I, uh- I didn't know you had this one."
"Oh, I didn't have this one. If I did, I'm sure you would've found it. I bought this little piece yesterday."
Brian had a lot of thoughts. "It's amazing. Why did you get it? Why didn't you wanna wear the black one? And you're not wearing shorts."
Grinning, Lena flirted, "I bought that black one for your father because it let me torment him until he needed to get off. Since you can last my tormenting for so much longer, I knew I had to buy a much more exciting and revealing one that I could wear just for when I am with you." Lena then added, "And, you're right, I am not wearing shorts. I think I look better without them."
Brian's erection was actually painful. His mother had just told him she bought the sexiest lingerie she owned so that she could torment him. So far, she was doing an excellent job. Desperate to calm himself down, Brian got his heart rate low enough to converse. "You, uh, definitely got me good, telling me you weren't going to wear the black teddy," he smiled.
"Ha-ha. I don't think I could dress like that in front of you and then stop forever. That would be cruel. And, plus, I had a ton of fun wearing it- the feeling of being sexy outside the bedroom, seeing your dick get hard right when you saw me, feeling a pair of eyes on me constantly, knowing I made you jerk off and cum in front of me."
"Yeah," Brian panted, "that was fun."
"I think we beat that reaction today. We're already off to a better start."
The son nodded. "I can't believe you just have this on. I don't think I can help it. I might end up rubbing it again."
"I would advise against rushing into that," Lena said, cryptically. "I can't have fun with you once you blow your load."
Brian nodded again. "You left your hair down today." He then glanced at his mom's wrist. "And you got a new scrunchie."
Chuckling, Lena responded, "I wondered when you were going to say something about my hair. Yeah, I had bought this red scrunchie to match but chose not to put it in. Whenever I put my scrunchie in while wearing lingerie I end up doing naughty things to the guy I am turning on."
Brian was having trouble keeping his mouth moist, and his hands were fidgeting. Lena took that as a sign that she should keep going. "Last time, I was in the black lingerie and scrunchie, and I thought I was just going to get you hard. Then I ended up feeling so naughty I tried to help you cum. And today, just from wearing this new 'salacious-red' teddy I bought for us that barely covers my tits and ass, I already feel naughtier than last time."
Brian did not know how much more he could take. He thought he was going to pass out. His mom had a wicked sense of humor for doing this to him, but he did not want it to end. It took an incredible amount of willpower, but Brian tried to change the subject. It was the only way he could make it through the next few hours. "So, what work do you have to do today?"
It was impressive how her son attempted to resist. Of course, Lena was not going to let him. "I got all of my work done at school. It's great, now I can talk to you without being distracted. What type of work are you going to do? That is assuming I will not distract you too much," Lena joked.
The only thing Brian had brought to the table was his story. His mom's notes said she wanted to discuss it. Earlier he had been excited, but now he was incredibly aroused and doubted he could keep himself together. "I just brought this," he admitted.
Lena grinned. "Oh, good, I wanted to discuss it with you. Did you have any questions about my notes?"
He knew he was giving right back in, but he was simply addicted to his mom. Brian blurted, "Did you really cum three times?"
Lena laughed at the question. "Of course, that's your first question. And yes, I did. I actually squirted all over my comforter and had to wash it yesterday. If you don't believe I liked it that much, just look at what I have on."
That information did well for Brian's pride. "I'm glad I did that for you. I imagined you having an orgasm when I wrote it."
"Well, that explains why it was so dirty," Lena joked again. She laughed with her son.
Brian scanned her notes again. "Were, uh, were you really rooting for Brian to succeed?"
"I did find myself doing that. You made yourself a worthy protagonist."
"How so?"
Lena paused. She did not think that through when reading. It was just something she felt. Having to put herself in literary-analyst mode, Lena thought out loud, "I guess it was because Brian was not the protagonist in the story. You made 'Lena' the protagonist. And the audience would root for what made 'Lena' overcome her conflict. And, in your story, her conflict was with- no, no, it was not with her husband- it was with herself. She needed to feel complete, and the only time she felt that was when she was with 'Brian'..." Lena trailed off. "...in your story," she quickly added.
It seemed like his mom was lost in thought. Brian waited a few seconds before asking his next question. "Did you really like the way I described you that much?!"
Snapping back to reality, Lena beamed, "I did! It was better than the nicest poem any guy has ever written for me. I think what makes it so good is that I've read it over a few times, and each time I read it differently."
"Thanks! And what do you mean by that?"
"Well, one time I would read it, and it would make me feel like an enchanted romantic figure. Then I would read it, and it would make me feel like a beautiful sex-goddess. And then I would read it again, and it would make me feel like erotic temptress that knew exactly what she was about to do with a hard cock."
"That is a good way to put it," Brian agreed. "Are you actually going to make it the lock screen on your phone?"
"I really wish I could," Lena lamented, "but other people might see it. It made me really happy."
Brian then confessed, "When I read your comment, the one where you said you were upset that I didn't see you tease me when I was jerking off, I thought that might mean you'd let me try again. Obviously, now I know I shouldn't have assumed that."
Lena realized it was time for her confession as well. She exhaled loudly, "Brian, I should tell you that I misled you and I'm sorry. I didn't do it to hurt you- well I did- but I wanted to hurt you in a pleasurable way to turn you on. I did not try to help you get off. I actually thought of stopping you, but I think deep down I wanted to let you do it. A few minutes after you came, I entered a new mindset- and I bet if I had been in this mindset during it, I actually would have played with my scrunchie and jiggled my tits in that black teddy to help you cum. I think I liked the idea of doing those things and wanted to turn you on so much, that I ended up telling you I did them."
To Lena's surprise, Brian was not disappointed. He was actually laughing in relief. "I am so glad I didn't actually miss anything. I was pissed at myself for a while."
"So, you're not mad? I feel bad about breaking our honesty."
"I mean, I definitely don't want you to lie to me, but I bet me jerking off in front of you put you in a bad position. I'm just happy you let me do it! Ahh man, I kept hoping I would get to see you put on the black teddy again and tease me ha-ha. But now, you saying that you actually would've done it is awesome." Brian then asked, "And what did you mean by 'new mindset'? Why do you want to 'turn me on so much'?"
"Yeah, I was a bit taken back when you started doing that ha-ha. And my change in mindset? At first, I was concerned about how much you wanted me because I thought it was crazy and because we can't have sex. Then I thought I could control how much you wanted me by just teasing you a little. I think both of us were having too much fun flirting and trying to turn the other person on, so I realized that would not work. Now I've decided, screw it, if I like spending time with you and tormenting your head and cock so much, and if you like eye-fucking my body and making me orgasm with your stories, then I should allow us to do that. There are some hard lines you already know you can't cross, and I am going to keep control over things, but that doesn't mean we can't have fun."
It was the greatest thing Brian had ever heard. "So, you're going to wear lingerie like this every time?!"
Smirking, Lena replied, "I did not say that. We both can't be distracted all the time. Though days like today, when I decide to surprise you, they will probably be the most fun."
"I think so, too. Do you think you'll ever let me masturbate and help me cum?" the son asked, hopefully.
Lena flirted, "You could stroke your cock until you cum right now. But again, I wouldn't if I were you. I want to have a lot of fun with you today, and I can't do that if you blow your load in your shorts."
In elation, Brian then watched as his mom mischievously grinned and removed her red scrunchie from her wrist. She took her time to make the perfect ponytail.
"That's better," Lena said with a wink.
In a mystical tone, Brian remarked, "You put your scrunchie in."
Lena shrugged. "I know I always end up doing way more naughty things for the guy I'm playing with than I planned to, but I want to try something naughty to kick off our fun. My tits and ass are perfectly exposed, and your cock is already an Eiffel Tower in your shorts, so this seems like the perfect time to try this. I know you always envisioned it in my black teddy, but I think it will work even better in this salacious teddy."
Brian's mind worked to figure out what his scantily-clad mom was about to do. He watched her place her hands on the tops of her red spaghetti straps. She lifted them up into the air about two inches, lifting her immaculate chest with her, and then she released the straps so that her chest dropped back into place with a few bounces. The flesh of her firm tits rippled and jiggled for many more seconds before finally subsiding.
Lena could not help but to snicker, and looked at her son. "Think this teddy will work?" Lena asked rhetorically.
The awestruck son nodded in agreement anyway. "Your tits look incredible when you do that. Can you do it again?"
Lena laughed. "Brian, that was just me testing it out. I think it's time that I do for you what I claimed I did on Monday."
Brian watched his mom pinch her arms against her sides. She flexed her round butt cheeks against the cushions to elevate her body, and then she released her glutes so she dropped back down. Her tits gently landed and bounced shortly afterward. Lena repeated this process again and again in slow, rhythmic motion.
"Oh my god, it's even better than I imagined. They're like Jell-O."
"The butt does all the work, and the boobs get all the glory," Lena quipped, drawing Brian's attention to her exposed butt cheeks and inner thighs.
"I love how on this teddy I can see the inside of your tits," Brian gawked.
"I love how you can see them better, too. I certainly picked the right piece for what you like. Hopefully, the strings can handle this. If they break, you'd be getting a really good show after that."
It took a tremendous amount of energy from Brian not to beat off right then and there. "How many times have you done this before? You're doing it perfectly."
"Well, a lot in a way. I basically do this every time I'm fucking a cock. But I've done it in this position plenty of other times."
"I'm sure once guys knew you could do it, they asked you all the time. It's so hot."
Lena stopped for a moment and looked at her son. "Brian, I am about to ask you something, but you have to promise to listen carefully, control yourself, and recognize that this is not something you should ever expect me to ask you again. Do you understand?"
Brian thought through what his mom said and nodded. "Yeah, I understand. I promise. What's the question?"
"I am about to start bouncing my boobs again. I can tell this is an insane turn-on for you. Only for today and only for the exact moments I say it is okay, would you like to place your hands on the outside- meaning the laced cups, not the skin- of my tits."
Disbelief is a word that is often not used literally. Brian was truly in disbelief. He knew he misunderstood something. That would be way further than his mom would ever let him go. "Would I like to what?"
Lena made the offer a little slower. "I am going to let you feel my boobs bounce through my lingerie. Do you think you can listen carefully to my instructions and control yourself?"
Brian's eyes and mouth were open wide. "Yes."
"Good. When I start and tell you can go ahead, place your hands on the bottom of the cups. Do not grab or rub. Lightly cup them, do not move your hands around my chest, and I will let them bounce in your hands. The moment I tell you to let go, you do it. Do you promise?"
"I will just lightly cup them when you tell me to start and take them away when you tell me to. I promise," he assured.
With a seductive grin, Lena declared, "Then this should be a lot of fun. Come sit next to me."
Brian moved around the nook to sit right next to his mom. Lena turned inward to face her son more, and then began flexing up and down on her glutes again. This time, she rocked more forward-and-back and less up-and-down to make her breasts easier to cup.
She got into a steady rhythm, and her buoyant chest was bouncing and jiggling flawlessly.
"Are you ready to feel your mom's tits?"
"Mhmm," Brian nodded profusely, still in awe.
"Ok. I want you to feel them now."
Hands trembling, Brian went in like he was cutting bomb wires. He did not want to break a rule and ruin his moment. He put his fingertips on his mom's lower ribs and slowly raised his palms up. Then, his palms touched the cups. For a moment, his open hands were touching the vibration caused by his mom's bubbling and bouncing flesh. But then Lena's chest went up, only to touch down in Brian's palms again moments later.
Brian made eye contact with his mom, right in front of him, and gushed, "They're even better than I imagined. They seem even fuller and bigger. I can't believe I'm touching them." His erection was on the verge of causing him excruciating pain.
"I can't believe I'm letting you touch them either," Lena poked. "I did not expect to have to say this to you, but you should be cradling them more. You're not going to feel them much by just letting them hit your flat palm. The point of this is for you to feel them. Hold them gently, keep your fingers steady, and relax your arms so that your hands can move with them. It should feel like they're jiggling in your hands."
It just kept getting better for Brian. He followed his mom's instructions to the letter. He cupped his hands lightly around the outside of her breasts. "Wow, that's even better..." He admired the way they looked and felt in his hands.
Through the low breathing of her workout, even Lena complimented, "That feels right. They look good in your hands. I'm glad we're getting to do this together."
Brian smiled. "I never thought I would actually get to do something like this. What made you let me do this?"
"I thought it would be a fun activity for us." Lena stopped flexing her buns and took a break. "You get to experience what it's like to hold my tits and feel them in your hands, and I get pleasure from the feeling of you holding them while I enjoy seeing my effect on you. I mean, it's you holding my tits- that's pretty hot for both of us."
"So, are you getting pleasure because a hard guy is doing it, or because I am doing it with you? Is it hot because it's me holding your tits?" Brian knew it might sound insecure, but he needed to know if he was just an outlet for his mom's fun, or if this was a special connection.
Lena knew why her son was asking, and she looked into space. Sensing the change in mood, Brian reluctantly let go of her chest.
Eventually, Lena then answered her son honestly. "Brian, I get hit on a lot. It's men at work, at the gym, at the grocery store. With how much your father loves to be away on his own, I could easily do fun things with those men. I have no interest. Those guys only have an interest in how I can make them happy. They don't care to understand who I really am and what makes me happy. After I told you we would never have sex, your first worry was that you ruined our relationship, not that you wouldn't get laid. Only you know enough about me to write the stories you wrote. Only you see me in the way you described. Only you could get me excited to sit in the kitchen for hours. Our relationship is complex by nature and has its limits, but the only guy on the planet I want to wear lingerie for, flirt with, bounce my tits for, see get hard, and touch me in the way you just did, is you, Brian. It's you that makes this great."
The emotion was overwhelming. It was not a planned reaction, and he did not think. Brian pressed his face into his mom's and kissed her passionately on the lips. It was shocking, like a bucket of ice water poured over Lena's head. Her eyes were closed, and she put her lips in a more accepting position. It was so stunning that she could not think of whether it was good or bad. She let her body choose for her, and her body kept her in the kiss until Brian broke it off.
Upon seeing his mom's shocked and neutral face, a panic overcame Brian. "I am so sorry. I don't know what came over me. I wasn't thinking. I heard all those things and I-I- I don't know..."
Surprised at how relaxed she was, Lena realized she was simply too stunned to react in any certain way. She knew she had a powerful response to it, but she was not able to process it at the time. She breathed in silence.
Brian was about to speak again, and Lena just held her finger up for a moment of quiet. It took a few minutes for the shocking sensations to leave her body and for her to be able to process her emotions again. She had a conversation in her head before coming to a conclusion.
The entire time, Brian was living a nightmare. He needed to know his fate, even if it was awful.
Then, with a pleasant tone, Lena looked at her son and said, "I am not mad at you."
"You're not?" Brian was careful not to celebrate his survival just yet.
"No," Lena continued, "I know you were not trying to make a move. I actually think it was sweet, and it confirms everything I just said about you."
A wave of relief washed over Brian. "I'm so glad to hear you say that."
With her tempting grin back, Lena said, "I do have to say, I am a little disappointed though. You promised me you would hold and let go of my tits when I told you to. I never told you to let go. That was a great kiss, but you really could have enjoyed it more." She playfully winked at her son.
"So you want me to hold them again?" He asked excitedly.
Lena slipped out of the nook and stood up in the kitchen, allowing Brian to see her entire butt for the first time. Ignoring her son's question, Lena announced, "I think it is time I do something important for you. You're at the point where you need it. Follow me." Lena held her hand out.
Brian wasn't sure if he was about to receive a family heirloom or get a flu shot. "What are you doing for me?"
"Just follow me."
"Where are we going? What is it about?"
With a provocative grin, Lena bent over towards her seated son, her face just inches from his. In a sultry voice, Lena explained, "You and I are going to go up to your room. You are going to take those fucking shorts off and sit on the edge of your bed. I am going to retie my hair, spread your legs, and drop to my fucking knees. Then I am going to take that massive fucking cock of yours- the biggest one I've encountered in decades- into my hands, and I am going to say the nastiest fucking things to you that have ever heard in your life while I stroke your cock. And then, when you just can't take it anymore, I am going to pump your cock as fast as I can while I aim it at my chest. And your job is to cum and cum and cum until you make sure every inch of my tits is covered in your jizz, and then you are going to kiss me in the same way you just did. Do you have any more questions, or would you like to follow your half-naked mom into your bedroom?"
"Oh, fuck," Brian exhaled. He was one more word away from ejaculating in his shorts. He did not know what he did to deserve this. He was in a dream. He thought it might sound too good to be true, but he did not care. "Let's go," he nodded.
******* Ch. 16
Leading Brian up the stairs, Lena knew her son was getting an excellent view of her from behind. Brian was mesmerized by the way her fit butt cheeks and thighs worked together in harmony.
At the top of the stairs, Lena directed, "You go into your room and get comfortable. I have to grab a couple of things from my room first."
"Ok..." Brian was skeptical of the sudden change of plans. He watched his mom walk away and then he went into his room. Seeing some things out of place, he quickly tidied things up. Then he knew to 'get comfortable'.
Soon after, the lingeried mother entered her son's room and closed the door behind her. She found her son sitting on his bed, naked from the waist down. His long cock was rigid and standing at attention. "Holy shit, that really needs to be pumped," Lena remarked, feeling a jolt of electricity through her body.
"What did you get?" Brian looked at her hands.
Lena tossed her son two towels. "Put this under you to protect your bed. And lay this one under your feet going away from you." Her son followed her instructions. "Brian, if you care about that shirt then take it off."
About to be fully nude and erect in front of his mom, Brian eagerly complied. He removed his t-shirt, revealing his sports-toned body. Examining her son's muscles, Lena complimented, "If this is what I knew you looked like with your shirt off, I might have volunteered to do this for you a long time ago."
Brian grinned.
Lena then placed a bottle of olive oil at the end of her floor towel. "I'm a fan of natural lubricants," Lena explained, "but olive oil does make for a messy handjob. Then again, if I were concerned about juices running down my hands and flying everywhere, I would not be doing what I am about to do to you."
With some jitters, Brian gripped the edge of his bed his with hands. Lena stood tall and arched her back as she flashed a lovingly-mischievous smile. The erotic mom slowly pulled out her red scrunchie and began to regather her hair, holding eye contact with her son the entire time. "I have never tied my hair up in front of a man before without making him cum after."
The wait was torturous for Brian. His mom really knew how to draw things out to get him pent him up.
Instead of walking over to her son, for the next part of the show, Lena strode to the bedroom door and clicked the lock. "I know we're alone, but I like the feeling of knowing if someone wanted to stop us, they'd have to break the fucking door down."
She then walked over to the window and made sure the blinds and curtains were fully closed. "Nobody can see us. It's just us now. We're in our own world, Brian," Lena explained in an inviting voice.
Brian's body tensed up. His mom strutted up to his legs and placed her hands on his bare thighs.
Lena leaned over, putting her face close to her son's. Licking her lower lip, Lena seduced, "How many times in this very bed have you stroked your cock to the idea of me getting down on my knees to pleasure you?"
Loudly breathing, Brian swallowed. "A lot."
"Well, Sweety, this is going to be just like in your dreams. The difference, though, is that I know how to do things to you that your dream version of me could never imagine."
Awestruck, Brian let out, dryly, "This is fucking cool."
With a small chuckle, Lena nodded. "Spread your legs, Brian."
Brian opened his legs to allow his mom access. Lena turned around and bent down to pick up the bottle of olive oil, giving Brian another liberal view of her butt. She then turned back to her son and opened the bottle of oil.
She stepped between his legs, and from her son's eye level, she let a small stream of oil cascade down onto his erection. The oil splashed on his lower abdomen, groin, and thighs. "Ahhh," Brian moaned and shuddered from the smooth liquid hitting his throbbing penis.
Lena closed the bottle and placed it behind her. Watching the oil run down her son's body and onto the towels, Lena arched her back again and ran her fingers through her ponytail, allowing her hips to lightly gyrate. Feeling it was finally time, Lena slowly went down to one knee, placed her hands on her son's thighs for leverage, and then went down on her other knee.
After all that excruciating build-up, Lena wasted no time darting her hands forward and taking a firm hold of her son's dick and testicles. Before Brian even let out a gasp, Lena already had one hand stroking his shaft and another gently rolling his testicles.
The sensation of his mom working the oil around his package was indescribable. The knowledge that this was finally happening in real life was euphoric.
Seeing her son's reaction, Lena stroked cautiously. "Try to control yourself. I want this to last a while."
"I will," Brian promised. "This will last a while." He had no reason to be that confident.
"Good," Lena smirked, "because it is not every day that I get to jerk off my son's sexy, eight-inch monster while I let him worship my body. I want this to last." Lena was no longer talking just to get Brian hot, she, too, was experiencing arousal like never before. She restricted herself to gentle pumping actions, trying to focus on simply massaging him.
"You're so fucking hot, mom."
"Oh yeah?" Lena used her thumb to rub the fleshy area just under his pink head.
"Yeeeaaah," Brian groaned. "Your body is unreal. Your mind is so dirty. What made you do this?"
"That is a really good question. I decided to do this to you after I saw you jerking off to me under the table. I knew you needed your mother's touch soon, or you would get too aggravated."
"So, the entire time, all that stuff you did- ahhh god that feels good - so, all that sexy stuff you did, you knew you were going to do this to me in the end? You were just playing with me?"
With a smug expression, Lena nodded. "I know, pretty cruel of me, right? But I just love watching you squirm and beg for it so much; I simply couldn't help myself."
"Well, I'm glad you did it now," Brian exclaimed. "Blue-balling me would be cruel. So, the boob-bouncing and letting me touch them, you planned all of that?"
"Actually," Lena stopped her massage, "I did not plan on doing either of those things. I think I got a little horny and found myself wanting to feel your hands on my breasts." Lena then bobbed on her knees to make her chest dance again, teasing her son.
Brian reached out below his mom's arms and placed his hands on the outside of her breasts.
"Excuse you. I did not tell you to touch them," Lena acted stern, but her son's touch was sending her into a higher gear, and she loved it.
With cleverness, Brian explained, "You never told me I had to stop."
Down on her knees, while beating him off, Lena's body demanded to experience all of the pleasure and stimulation her son's hands could provide. "You really like holding my tits, don't you?" Her son nodded in response.
Lena then noticed the olive oil running down her hands and arms. She wiped each arm on the ample exposed skin of her breasts. "Well, Brian, then while I am giving you the massage of a lifetime, maybe you should make yourself useful and return the favor."
Brian gazed at his mom's glistening, oiled breasts. "I can touch them?"
"Brian," Lena yanked apart the knot that kept the cups of her lingerie in place, "you have my permission to reach your hands inside and grab, rub, pinch, twist, and fondle my tits in any way you want. I want you to make me as horny as you can make me. I want you to make me say as many nasty, dirty things as you can. I want to be fucking filthy for you."
"Fuck, okay." Brian did not hesitate to slide his hands onto his mom's creamy flesh. Lena moaned on the first touch, and that made the son even bolder. Brian was in heaven, and he wanted to send his mom there with him.
Before going back to massaging Brian's cock, Lena just savored the feeling of her son's thumbs rubbing her sensitive areolas and nipples.
"They're really hard," Brian commented, smiling.
"I can't wait to see how amazing they feel when your hot cum is running down them."
"I can't even imagine that."
Lena kept gasping with each new grab of her tits. She put her hands back on her son's erection. "No? You can't imagine a massive load of your cum on my bare tits? You can't imagine how I'm going to shake and bounce them in front of you so we can watch it drip onto the floor together?"
"That would be so fucking hot and nasty. I want to cum on them so bad. Are you really gonna do that for us?"
"If you keep touching me like this, I might have to wrap my tits around your thick fucking cock and let it fuck them until you blow your load all over my chin." Even Lena was surprised to hear that come out of her mouth. She did not think it through. She just wanted to say it.
"Oh my god," Brian froze. "You would let me titty-fuck you?"
Lena knew she could not take it back. She had said it because she wanted to, and that made her feel naughtier. Instead of backtracking, Lena kept going. "Of course, you can. I told you, Brian, I am going to be fucking filthy for you. I want to feel your throbbing, long cock slide in between my boobs. You have a big cock, and I want to watch you use it on me."
Brian grabbed as much of his mom's breasts as he could and massaged her firmly. "I want that so bad. I can't believe that's allowed! I want you to be as filthy as you can. I wanna make you feel like an X-rated goddess."
Her son's comments drove Lena up the wall. Her pussy was flooding. "Sweety, I said you can't fuck me. Keep it up, though, and anything short of that, I am going to show you the X-rated goddess I really am."
"Anything short of sex?" Brian asked.
Lena knew exactly what he was really asking. Instead of speaking, Lena drove her head down and took a long, slow lick of her son's rigid cock. The feeling of her moist tongue made Brian think he was going to erupt. Bringing her head back up, olive oil dripping down the side of her lip, Lena said, "Anything."
"I wanna put my dick in your mouth," Brian blurted out. His mom clearly wanted the same.
Lena laughed. "Of course, you do. Unfortunately, I decide what we do. And I want it just in my mouth, I want you to feel me choke on it."
Without waiting for Brian's response, Lena put her head back down and carefully began to inhale every inch of her son. Brian had no idea how she was doing it, but before long, his mom's nose was pressed into his oiled abs. Lena made some gurgling sounds and then came back out and released it.
"Holy shit," she laughed, impressed with herself. "You have to admit I'm pretty fucking good. I haven't done that to like yours in so long, and I got it down on the first try."
The magic sight of his mom getting eight inches into her mouth almost took away from the fact that his mom just sucked his dick. "That was incredible. You're amazing. I am so fucking lucky you're my mom."
You're damn you are. Lena was proud, but she did not want to get mushy. She wanted to have fun. "You need to stand up for me to do it properly."
"Okay," Brian followed the instructions to stand up. "When you're done, can I return the favor on this too?"
It was a dangerous game, but Lena's pussy was soaked, and she was enthralled that he asked to eat her out. "I'd have to get completely naked for that," she stated.
"Oh." Brian felt stupid for asking. "Well, is there a way to do it without you being naked?"
Lena feigned confusion. "I thought you would be happy to hear me tell you I have to get naked in your bed. I was even hoping you would be the one to get me out of my teddy."
Still trembling on the inside, as he had been for the last hour, Brian flirted, "I want us to be naked in my bed, and for me to be eating your pussy, more than anything. I want you to sit on my face while you have an orgasm."
"Fuck," Lena exhaled. "I'd ask where you learned to talk like that, but I think we both know. Brian, we are definitely going to do that, but first, I need to bob my head on your cock for two or three minutes."
Lena inhaled Brian again. The head of his cock was buried in his mom's throat. He gently thrust as she gagged on his penis, it pinched tightly inside her. Brian had to continually think of random things to avoid ejaculating in his mom's windpipe. Both parties found immense pleasure.
Every so often, Lena would let his cockhead slide out of her throat and into her mouth. That allowed her to look into her son's eyes while she serviced him. Brian then went to place his hand on the back of her head, but Lena refused. Removing him for a moment, Lena lectured, "You are not going to help me there. I know what you want more than you do. Just feel up my fucking body and tell me how much you like it." Brian did just that.
The quickening thrusts told Lena it was the beginning of the end. She was not ready for it to end. Lena pulled her head away and gave Brian's shaft one last lick. She knew her son needed some time without genital stimulation.
She was having the greatest evening she could remember, and she did not want it to stop. "I think it's time for me to get naked."
********** Ch. 17
Brian could still feel and smell his mom's saliva on his cock. She sucked and swallowed the oil right off of it. "Thank you so much for doing that, mom."
"I love how much you appreciate me," she grinned.
"So, can I get you naked now?"
"I basically am already," she laughed. "But I think you should finish the job."
Surer of himself, Brian approached his mom and grabbed the spaghetti straps that had already fallen down her shoulders. Lena slid her arms through the straps. She was topless. Brian then slid the teddy down her hips, letting the red fabric fall down her thighs.
Neatly trimmed, with a landing strip, Lena's smoldering, soft pussy was greater than Brian had imagined. As his mom stepped out of her lingerie, Brian could see the dark red wet spot. "You're already wet?"
"Well, that explains why I convinced myself to deepthroat your cock," Lena winked.
Brian took in the beautiful, nude view before him. It finally was real. He stepped to the side so he could see his mom's ass.
"You don't need to worry about seeing all of me now. With what we're about to do, you are about to become very familiar with my body. Now, get into bed, and keep your head in front of the pillows."
Doing just as she asked, Brian laid on his bed. He kept his arms at his side and eagerly waited for his mom to join him.
Upon seeing her attractive son sprawled on the bed, his thick erection resting on his abs, Lena had to shoo away some bad thoughts quickly.
She climbed into the bed. "Sit up so we can go over a few things." Her son did what she asked. "Your goal is going to be to fuck me with your mouth. That means swirling your tongue in rhythm, and every so often, putting your tongue in deep. I know you're new to this, and I can do a lot of the work myself. Afterall, I will be sitting on your face."
Lena straddled her son. She sat down on his strong chest. Grunting, Brian felt what it was like to be pinned on the mattress by his mom's ass.
"I'm guessing you like the way it feels when I'm sitting on you?"
"Fuck, yes."
"Hold on tight," Lena warned. The wet mother grabbed her son's headboard and leveraged herself onto his face.
Suddenly, his mom's vaginal lips were pressed against Brian's mouth. Her scent was intoxicating. He could hear her moaning from above. He looked up and her chest was blocking her face. Wrapping his hands around the outside of her thighs, Brian began to lap up his mom's nectar. She moaned again, beginning to sensually gyrate on his face.
The son was focused on doing a good job, but he also let his hands wander to his mom's ass. The sensation of her weight pressing down on his head was fantastic.
Lena felt Brian's tongue swirl and penetrate her tender, soft vaginal lips. The feeling of her son eating her pussy was becoming too much for Lena. She wanted to squirt all over his face, but she did not want to risk the incredible time with Brian coming to an end. She wanted to love the way he made her feel for longer.
It was a hard decision, but Lena pushed off the headboard at the last moment. She pushed out of Brian's firm grip and landed on his abdomen.
"Holy fuck," she panted, elated. Her face was glistening, and she had strands of hair out of place. "That was hot."
"Did you have an orgasm?" Brian asked in a confused way.
"I was about to," the mom breathed, "but I stopped it. God, that was so fucking hot."
"Why did you stop it?"
"I didn't want to finish yet. It was not the right moment."
"Why not? What do you want to do now?"
"I don't know," Lena shrugged, still catching her breath. "Definitely something with you," she smiled. "There are tons of fun things we can do. I am fine with doing what you want next. I just want to make each other cum so fucking bad."
Putting it on the line, Brian leaned up and said, "We should have sex."
That was the first time Brian had looked his mom in the eye and said it. "We can't," Lena replied, simply.
"Why not?"
"You know why not. I am married and I cannot imagine being in a marriage when I've banged someone else."
"Look at all the things we just did though. All of those things were bad things to do when you are married."
"I know. I know. But it's just such a big line. Believe me, Brian, I want you to be able to have me. I want to feel like this with you. Your father doesn't deserve me- you do. But life is complicated, and you can't always get everything you want. If I found out your father banged some hotel concierge, I would be riding your cock in two seconds. Your father chose the position on the road because he wants to be there instead of here. He cheats on me with his job. He left me to work and take care of the house and everything else, so I guess that is how I justified letting myself do this."
It was a stunning revelation for both of them to hear. Brian was blown away that his mom wanted it him, but he actually felt more pain for her than happiness for himself. "Why don't you get a divorce?"
"I have thought about that a lot. But I have always been a happy person despite our marriage. It has just never excited me. I always told myself not to leave a stable situation to chase a dream relationship that I may never find."
With an honest voice, Brian told his mom, "We could have that relationship."
A warm smile came to Lena. "I believe that you mean that, Sweety. But how does our dream relationship work when you go off to school and I am working here? How do you go out with your 'girlfriend' when she's 22 years older than you? How would I explain to my friends why my son is 30 and still lives with me and I don't date?"
"My school is close enough for me to come home a lot. I'll be home during all the breaks," Brian figured. "And then after I graduate, we can move away together. We can even move away right now and I'll start school next semester. And I don't care if it looks weird. You're hot and I want to show you off as my girlfriend in public."
"That all sounds like a nice plan," Lena admitted, "but you need to think about it. Do you want to spend your life with me? You could not have a normal life. We would have to be careful everywhere. You would be making a mistake by wanting to be with me. It is a romantic idea you have, but I think you would miss out on great experiences."
"I'm naked in bed with you. You're sitting on my stomach. I just ate you out. My life is not normal and it never will be. I don't want a normal life. I want you. You're saying I'll miss out on great experiences and end up missing out, but 18 and you're 40, and we both would rather be here with each other than anywhere else right now. I don't care if we have to move away and start over again and again. Doing that with someone I love is a lot more exciting than living the way other people do. It is more exciting than the way you live now. I can't possibly imagine anything in the world feeling better than this. If you think there is some life experience that I'd miss out on that's better than this, then tell me what it is. I want to spend as much time I can with you. We're perfect together."
Lena stared at her son, processing everything he just said. He was right about how this was the greatest thing that could happen in either of their lives. Lena had never felt so alive. And she knew Brian was truly in love and that she drove him crazy, a way in which no other woman could.
Besides for the deep breathing, they had been sitting in dead silence for two minutes.
"Then ask me," Lena said, straightforwardly.
"What?"
"Ask me to commit with you. If you think it is a great idea and that I'll be better off, then ask me to leave my marriage, my friends, my job, and change my entire life just to be with you. Tell me you are sure beyond a shadow of a doubt that you know, right now at the age of 18, that this is what you want for your life. If you are so incredibly sure of everything, then you should ask me to marry you."
He could not believe his mom just said that to him. Brian wanted to be with her, but he never imagined this scenario. "It's not legal."
"Forget about the license. If you truly believe that being together, and all that comes with it, is the best for both of us, then you should have no reason not to ask me right now. Commit your future to me right now."
Was she trying to make Brian realize it was a bad idea to be with her? Brian was not sure if it was a real proposition. She seemed to be talking him out of it, but she said nothing to convince him. Knowing it might be just a test, Brian asked anyway. He knew what he wanted beyond all doubts, and he had to ask what his heart wanted him to ask. "Mom, I want to be with you and go through all of those changes together. We belong together. Will you marry me?"
Lena bent down and pressed her lips into Brian's. It was a passionate kiss where their lips interlocked, and Lena held Brian's face in her hands. He had his hands on her sides. It brought about an unknown level of intimacy to both of them. They adjusted their lips and kissed deeply again and again. Lena even inserted her tongue between his lips and teeth. Brian massaged his mom's gently swirling tongue.
Returning to her upright position, an overwhelming sense of relief, liberation, and happiness washed over Lena. With an enduring smile, Lena looked down at her son. "Nobody has ever cared about me in the way that you do."
Lena had not even acknowledged her son's question with a response. Brian asked, "So, were you just seeing if I felt strongly enough about you to ask that?"
Lena's familiar playful smile was back. She looked warmly at her son. "Brian, I already knew you felt strongly enough to ask me that. I wanted to see how sure you felt about us. I know you just offered me a serious proposal. And I have my answer for you, but I think you and I both know that I love tormenting you way too much to simply tell you. I have a better way to tell you."
"What's that?" Brian did not know why he could not get instant relief just once.
Lena hovered over her son, putting her lips against his ear. "How about I let you put your cock inside of me, you thrust that thick fucking cock of yours into my pussy, and I'll grind on your dick while I hold your arms down. And right before I'm about to squirt all over your cock, and you can't take the pleasure any more, and you ask me, 'Mom, can I cum as far inside of you as I want?' my answer to that question will be my same answer as to whether I'll marry you."
Brian's eyes went wide, and the world shifted. "It's a yes?"
"Yes, of course, it is a yes. I know I belong with you." Lena beamed. "Now, do you want to keep talking? Or do you want to fuck your fiancé?"
Lena slid back down Brian's body until her pussy ran over all eight inches of her son's shaft. They moaned in unison. Not wanting to wait, Lena held her son's cock up in the air, knelt up on the bed, and slowly came down, allowing her son to penetrate her. "Oooooh, fuuuuuck! I can definitely get used to this," Lena moaned.
The sight Brian never thought he would see was right in front of him- his penis in his mom's vagina. It was an irreplicable feeling. He did not know how he deserved for this to be his life.
"Are you going to start thrusting soon, Love? Because I want to know what it's like to be fucked by my man. And I'm sure as hell you want to know what it's like for me to fuck you."
Brian enthusiastically obliged. He bucked his hips up and down. Lena placed her hand on his chest to control the pace until he had the rhythm down. The mother and son maintained eye contact, exchanging moans and flirty facial gestures.
Every time Brian tried to touch his mom, she would swat his hand away and pin it back. "No, no, no. Never forget that I'm in charge in the bedroom," she smirked.
Brian did not have any complaints. He was too worked up to talk. The flesh of his cock was ground into by his mom's pussy. Not once did his cock have a straight shot all the way through. With each thrust, his penis was shifted in all the right ways. The friction was nearly paralyzing.
There were loud smacking noises from Lena's soaked thighs landing on her son's muscular groin and legs. The bed shook and the metal joints rattled beneath them. Lena's ponytail thrashed up and down.
For Lena, the sex felt like a rebirth. She was getting off in indefinable ways from the feelings of the young cock sliding against her swollen clit and from the feelings of love and lust her son had in his eyes. The passionate sex was deeply emotional while still having the raw, dirty movements that Lena thrived on.
"I'm gonna cum soon, mom!"
The had been fucking each other in one way or another for what seemed like an entire day. Lena did not expect it to be long, but she did expect it to be spectacular. Not quite at climax yet, Lena decided to stop holding off and allowed herself to make the most of her son's body. Lena began bouncing on her son's cock, gripping its head with her vaginal muscles, taking note of each time it slid against her sensitive walls.
"I love you, mom," Brian groaned.
That pushed Lena to the edge. "Oh fuck, I need to cum, too! Tell me when."
The sex became tighter as their bodies tensed. The fucking became a series of short thrusts and grinds.
Brian's face was sweating profusely. "Any second now!"
"Keep going! I want it all. I want it so fucking bad! Show me how much you love me. Give me everything."
"I am. I am!" Brian's jaw locked and he screamed.
"Ohhhh! Fuck yes!" Lena cried out. She felt her son's cream pump deep inside her. That was the last straw. Lena moaned in a loud exhale. Her body shook and she dug her trembling nails into her son's chest. She threw her head back in sweet anguish.
Brian's body continued to jerk and his cock continued to flex inside his mom, sending more semen inside her. Lena's eyes were partially open, but all she could see were stars. The floodgates in her pussy released and she began to drench her son's tightened package in wave after wave of warm juice.
It was a mess of hot liquids- of semen, of pussy juice, of sweat, and saliva- all pressing between them and rolling down their heaving bodies. The aroma, the exchange of cum, and the thickness of the air just made the orgasms even more intense.
When both their orgasms finally subsided, Lena and Brian were exhausted. Lena fell over onto the mattress next to her son. Brian placed his tired arm on her shoulder, and Lena responded by nuzzling her butt against his softening penis.
They did not speak for over four minutes, just trying to catch their breath and regain full levels of consciousness.
The mother then turned to face her son.
"Hey," Brian mouthed, unsure of what to say.
"Hey, yourself," Lena breathed.
"That was- I want you so much."
"I don't know if you remember," Lena curved her lips, "but you proposed to me, and I said yes. You already have me."
Brian did not think he could ever get tired of hearing that. "I know. I'm just reminding you I want you."
"You are going to make a good husband, for a lot of reasons. I am a lucky woman."
"D'you have any doubts if we can pull this off?"
"I need to go through a divorce, I need to find a new job, you need to get school sorted out, and we need to move to another state. But I've never been more confident of anything," Lena sighed. "And plus," she added, "we have our hangout time to figure all this stuff out."
"Oh wow, we can do this almost every day," it suddenly hit Brian.
His mom laughed. "Of course. Though, let's do it in the beginning so we can get some work done."
With a limp body, Lena rolled out of bed and gingerly walked to the bedroom door.
"Where are you going, mom?"
"I'm going to take a shower. You're welcome to join." As Lena walked into the hall and got some distance between herself and Brian, she realized how absolutely crazy it was, the idea of abandoning her current life to marry her son. All she had planned on doing was giving him a handjob, and she ended up telling him she would marry him. All of the things she had said to him seemed like they were the result of an insane haze of arousal. She was petrified of the situation she had created and wanted to talk sense into herself, and yet, the only thing she wanted in the entire world was for Brian to follow her into the shower and kiss her again. Maybe Lena was the type of person where 'normal' could never satisfy her, and she just needed to live an absolutely crazy life- one where she could be free to make sudden decisions under an insane haze of arousal with the one person she loved, her son.
******* Ch. 18
The following evening, Lena sat in the kitchen alone, and Rick was in the adjacent living room. Lena did not want to tell Rick about how his choices had made her life unfairly difficult. Planning on handing him divorce papers after finding a job in a new state, Lena wanted to make sure there were no blow-ups that could complicate things. She did have sympathy for him to an extent, but she was sure another woman would have a need for an absentee partner. And plus, even if he had been a good husband, Lena knew he was not the one.
Lena was messaging with Brian over email inside the house since they could not be together in the presence of Rick, afraid of him getting a sense something was awry.
In the back of Lena's mind, something had been nagging at her for the entire day. She figured she needed to finally do it.
In an email to Keisha, Lena explained exactly what happened with her son the previous day. Of course, she found it best to leave out the whole getting-engaged part. She was not sure if Keisha would respond with understanding, admonishment, or choose to not respond out of disgust. Lena was certainly expecting at least admonishment.
Just a minute later, Keisha responded with one line, "Welcome to the club, Honey ;)"
Oh my fucking god. Lena wanted to be furious. She quietly banged her fists on the kitchen table. Lena, though, was more thankful than angry. "You bitch ha-ha. This entire time you were trying to get to do this. I should have known. I hate you but love you at the same time. How did you know I would do it?"
Keisha replied, "I am sorry, Lena, but I could tell right away what you really wanted. I had been looking for another mother like you for a long time. You were the first one where I knew you were willing to go through with it. I am so happy for you and Brian."
"Thank you. We are incredibly happy, and you are to thank. Why did you help me, though? Why did you put so much effort into it?"
"You did all the work, Honey. Thank yourself and your son. My motivation was to share the same joy with you and to have someone to relate to. It is hard having this type of relationship with your sons and having nobody to talk to about it. I used the lessons from my second boy to go win back my first. Believe me, when you spend your 45th birthday being double teamed by your sons, you feel joy from helping others learn the same joy."
Lena could only cover her mouth and laugh.
*******
Ch. 19: Four Months Later
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"Hi, stud, how did it go today?"
"It was fine. I mean class was pretty easy again, but I just keep reminding myself that the credit transfers."
"That's the spirit. You only have to deal with it for a semester."
"Very true. So, you have to tell me! How has your first day of school?"
"I could not have imagined it going any better. As I had told you, I was concerned because I heard the students here are much less interested. That is not true at all, they are fantastic. And the other English teachers seem to already respect me."
"I think you always give off that dominant-controlling vibe," Brian smirked.
"Oh, do I?" Lena asked, suggestively. "It's funny you mention that because since I had such a good first day, I thought we could celebrate tonight by seeing if we can fuck so hard that we void the warranty on our mattress."
"I thought that was the goal every night?"
"No..." Lena rolled her eyes, "I mean really celebrate. On my way home, I decided to be a bad fiancé, and I picked up something for us." Lena opened a bag and provided a small glimpse of a sheer clothing item.
Intrigued, Brian wondered, "Pink? What personality will pink bring out?"
Removing a pink scrunchie from the bag and putting it on her wrist, Lena shrugged, "I guess you'll find out tonight. And, by the way, I also picked up a little something for Saturday." Lena revealed an elegantly-laced white corset, a garter belt, and sheer white stockings.
"Holy..." Brian took a deep breath. "You are going to look gorgeous in your dress, but I kind of can't wait until you get out of it."
Lena laughed. She then shrugged slyly. "I had a feeling you would say that. You know, I already did the whole 'dress thing' once, so, I was thinking, maybe I will return my dress and I will just wear my veil with this."
The son gulped. "I won't make it through the ceremony. And the guy marrying us might not either."
The mom laughed flirtatiously. "I don't care if some black-market wedding officiant is sweating from behind his webcam, I only care about the look you will have on your face when we say 'I do.'"
Brian walked over to his mom, kissed her on the lips, and ran his hands over her shoulders. "Do we really have to wait until later tonight?"
"Yes," she said, lovingly pushing him away. "I am doing something important right now."
"Work?"
"Nope. Keisha and I think we found a mom that is interested in getting a little guidance."
"Did her son try to win her over with erotica?"
"Uh, no. That's a one-of-a-kind 'you thing'. Her son jerked off to her while watching her shower."
"Rookie mistake. He is supposed to wait until she wears lingerie for him." The son and his mom laughed. "I'm gonna go unwind."
"Ok, Love."
Brian walked to their bedroom to watch tv. In the kitchen, Lena took out her phone out of her pocket. She reread the passage on her lock screen, and she smiled.