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It had been nearly a week since their "talk" and Andrea had, at last, dragged him to her friend's. Julia was a well-known psychologist and also a friend of many years. She had already discussed with her that she, Julia, was to persuade or more like dissuade Chris from his current extraordinarily indulgent and surreal lifestyle.
"Julia..." Andrea's eyes lit up as soon as she gazed at her friend.
Julia was a brunette, tall and athletic. One wouldn't know judging from her fair, soft skin but she was nearly 38 years of age. Her face and features were on the sharp side which suited her job perfectly. There was an aura, a presence about her, which made people want to listen to her unconsciously. She had never married, single life was her calling, in her own words.
"Andi! Come in, come in!" Julia walked over from her leather chair. She hugged Andrea tightly and said in a perky voice, "I missed you!"
"I missed you, too, more than you can imagine," Andrea replied with a giggle. "It's been too long, unnecessarily so..."
"Yeah! Well... look at you though!" Julia appreciatively looked her over. "You look as hot as ever! Amazing!"
"Oh, stop!" Andrea voiced with a slight blush.
"No, really, I couldn't guess that you are a Mom, and look at that ass!" She gave a light tap on Andrea's butt as she said so.
"Stop! I am nowhere near as... you are the real looker, always have been, among all of us friends. But thanks for the compliments." Andrea giggled.
"I am serious though..." Julia pouted for a second before she took Andrea's arm and dragged her to the leather couch. "So... is he outside right now?"
"Yeah... I told him to wait for me to call him inside."
"But really, Andi! He has a harem!? Are you for real!?" Julia had quickly moved on to the matter of the evening, Chris.
"I couldn't believe it myself, you know." Andrea sighed a little wearily. She had already told it all to Julia on the phone, still, she recounted the events to her friend once more.
"Hmmm... He must be a real stud from what I could gather!" Julia laughed to herself.
"Yeah..." Andrea didn't exactly feel comfortable with that remark. She was used to the idea that her son was an extremely handsome man, a chick magnet so to say, but to hear it from her friend left her at a loss on how to react.
"Well, call him in," Julia winked at the silent mother while she picked up her glasses. "And don't worry, I will scare him straight for you."
"Yeah..." Andrea muttered under her nervous giggle. Suddenly for no apparent reason, she didn't feel as confident anymore. However, the arrow had already left the bow. So she called her son to join them inside.
"Julia this is Chris and Chris..." Andrea, as soon as she turned towards Julia to introduce her to Chris, had a bad premonition. It felt to her as if she was sending the lamb right to the mouth of the lion. "...this is Julia."
"Call me Julia!"
"Chris."
"Aren't you handsome!?"
"You are not half bad yourself..."
"Yeah!?"
"Yeah! I have never seen someone as authoritatively sexy as yourself."
"Well, thank you, I have never been quite complimented like that."
"You have never met someone like me then..."
"Confident! I like it!"
"And I like your style, your whole persona!"
"Different from your high school bimbos, huh?"
"They have their charm."
"Is that so?"
Andrea was left shell shocked by their exchange. It was as if she wasn't even there. 'What in the actual fuck is happening!?'
"Well, that was an utter waste of time!" Andrea slid over on her bed. "I don't even understand what happened back there..."
It was deep in the night. She was back home with Chris after spending about an hour of time with Julia. She felt fed up, not angry, as she recalled how she was pushed to the side-lines as her son and her friend flirted with each other right in front of her.
"At least she tried to persuade him to call off his current arrangement..."
Through all their flirting there was an occasional word from Julia's side to tell him about the dangers of what he was doing and the benefit of "monogamy" among other things.
"I don't think it will help though..."
Chris had mostly just waved off those concerns and advises. He seemed set in his own way and didn't seem open to listening otherwise. Andrea was getting really concerned about it.
"Well... I'll have to come up with another way."
She was not convinced that she couldn't make him see the right way. However, there was another new worry plaguing her at the moment. Julia.
"It shouldn't happen but... the way things have been going recently... I wouldn't be surprised if I find out that she has been hooking up with my baby... the slut!" Andrea clicked her tongue in exasperation. "I will have to strictly warn him off!"
There was certainly an energy between the two of them. In hindsight, she should have known. Julia was more of a free spirit than she had remembered and her son... her son was also something else entirely. She couldn't be sure what the two of them were capable of.
"Hmm... what if she makes him swear off all other girls?" That thought shook her to the core. On one hand, it would be accomplishing the goal she had set out on, while on the other hand, her son would be sleeping with her friend. "I don't know if I can swallow it down..."
As she imagined Chris and Julia together, an unknown feeling crept up her heart. Her initial reaction was that of disgust, shame, and anger. However, the more she thought about it, the more her feelings became messed up. There was one thing she was sure of though; she didn't like it. She didn't like it, not a single bit. It was as if someone was robbing her of her son.
She sighed, "If only his father was home a little bit more,"
She felt lonely. She hadn't felt so lonely in a long while. Everything she held dear seemed to be slipping far away from her. Her son had become a bad boy, her husband wasn't home most nights, her friend had betrayed her; nothing was giving her comfort.
"What should I do now!?"
It had been a couple of months since that fateful day. Two things had happened since then. One being good and the other... bad, very, very bad. Andrea was chagrined.
The good thing was Chris had broken it off with all his girlfriends. He had told her himself, on his own accord. She had been on top of the moon that day. Finally, her son was coming around and once again listening to her words.
She didn't understand and didn't even want to understand why she had such a problem with Chris "dating" multiple girls. Other than the health issue, which was a real concern, she couldn't quite figure out the reason behind her vehement opposition to the idea.
After a lot of thought, she still couldn't pinpoint the reason behind it. However, she did understand one thing. Being a mother was all she had. Sure, she was also a wife and a woman. But ever since she had held her baby in her arms that first time, she knew it in her heart that it was what she was meant to do, being a mother.
And when she realized, she was failing in the one task she never wanted to fail at, she couldn't handle it anymore. Chris was her everything, she couldn't fathom anything hurting him under her watch, and the way things were going he was headed for a major heartbreak or a lonely life down the line. Harems and whatnot were not real, and it was just a thing of children's fantasies to be able to work it out successfully.
Andrea didn't want anything, even remotely, to hurt her baby, and if she had to take matters into her own hands for that, then so be it. So she was quite happy and incredibly relieved to hear it from his own mouth that he had broken it off with those girls.
However, however, a new problem had arisen because of that. Now Chris was regularly meeting up with Julia. She didn't have the heart to ask anything more than that, about what they did when they met and maybe if they did what she thought they did.
She didn't have the heart.
More than that, she didn't understand what bothered her more. Whether it was that her son and her friend were fucking each other, or that her son had found someone to rely on. After all, Julia was a fully grown woman, with a job and everything. She had the life experiences, she had the money, she had everything one could want in a woman. She wasn't like the girls from his school who didn't have anything figured out.
Chris being with Julia had essentially eliminated her need as a mother in his life. Julia could give him everything she could, and more than that; she could also give him sex.
It hurt her. It hurt her bad, to come to terms with the fact that her role as a mother was slowly, but surely, coming to an end. She couldn't believe how quickly the time had passed and how easily she was pushed out of the picture.
"And he is still on his business trip..." Andrea lamented about her husband.
She had been feeling increasingly lonely. All-day, alone in the house, it had begun eating at her. The joy of waiting for her son to come home from school, making dinner for him, talking to him about all and everything, it had all vanished into thin air.
"Maybe if ask him to stop seeing her?"
Andrea was scared, she was really scared of the possibility that Chris would say no to her request. It would be the proverbial final straw that broke the camel's back. She was afraid that he wouldn't listen to her and then it would be all over.
"What if he threatens to move out!?" She shook her head vigorously. "No! God, no! Anything but that! Anything... but that..."
She had even made him choose the college in their hometown because she couldn't handle being away from him. And to have "this" be the reason to be away from her son, she definitely in no way could digest it.
"What should I do?" She heaved a long sigh.
"Chris, honey, could you come here please!" Andrea shouted for her son from behind her room's slightly ajar door.
"Yeah," Chris replied as he came inside.
"Come here, sit!" She pulled out an album of old photos and spread it open. "I was just going through these..."
"Yeah?" Chris sat beside her and flipped the page. It was an old photo album from his childhood. "You look so beautiful in this one, mom!" He commented on one particular photograph.
"You think so?"
"Of course, mom. For me, you are the most beautiful woman there is."
"Oh, stop it! You couldn't be serious..." Andrea said with a blush on her fair cheeks.
"I'm serious though! You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, bar none." He placed a soft kiss on her reddened cheek.
"Serious, serious?" Andrea found herself wanting to hear more of those words of praise. It was the brightest she had felt in a long time. And even if it felt a little forceful to ask for it herself, she didn't care at the moment.
"Serious, serious!" Chris smiled and kissed her other cheek.
Suddenly, as he was retreating, Andrea turned her head and kissed his lips.
The world stopped at that moment. Everything came to a standstill. They were stuck in that position. No one knew what to do anymore. No one knew what it meant.
Chris retreated after a few seconds, which felt to Andrea as if days had passed. "Ha-ha... sorry..." He tried to play it off as an accident.
Andrea, though, was having none of it. She followed through on her earlier act and stood up and took his shocked face in her hands and gave him a soul-snatching kiss.
There wasn't anything left for chance anymore. There was no denying it anymore. She had kissed him. She had kissed her son.
Andrea felt as if a tornado had hit her in the face. She couldn't think, couldn't move, couldn't talk, couldn't do anything else except to keep kissing Chris, keep on kissing her son, keep on kissing her baby.
A million thoughts ran through her mind, but none of them told her to stop it. It was wrong, she knew it was, nevertheless, she was in no mood to stop it. She was taking this chance. She had a feeling as if she was losing her son, and maybe this would only push him away even faster than before, but she was taking this chance.
Chris could hate her, and she would deserve it if he did. Something in her told her though, that he wouldn't. Call it a mother's intuition or anything else, she had a gut feeling that it would be fine, that she would get her son back... and more.
However, foremost of all, she liked it. And something inside her told her that he liked it too. And that was all that mattered, now and ever.
"Mom?" Chris' eyes were searching.
She felt as if she had taken his breath away, he certainly did take her breath away with that kiss, however, he was still calm. It was the first time she realized how soothing it was to be in his calm presence.
"Yes?"
"Are you sure about this?"
"... Yes! Yes, I am." She mustered all her courage and took the fall. There wasn't anything stopping her now. She would see through the end, the thing that she had started on a whim, a dangerous, double-edged whim.
"Finally!" He screamed, so unlike him, and dived down to snatch her soul away with his kiss.
He kissed her slow, he kissed her hard. Their lips melted against each other and their tongues slowly came out to play.
Andrea leaned forward and rested her palms against his muscular chest. She felt his skin, she felt his muscles. He was built rugged, but his kiss was so smooth.
He bit down on her succulent lips and pulled her into him. She bent forward, drowning in his lips. She had never been kissed like this, never before. And now her eighteen-year-old son was the one to make her swoon.
It was the best kiss she had ever had and she was hungry for more. She opened her lips and invited him in, and when he did invade her mouth she felt herself going gaga over him all over again.
His scent drifted in her nose and she breathed it in. Their tongues wrestled inside her mouth and she drank it in. It was not enough when he retreated to catch his breath, and she felt, it would never be enough.
Her eyes met his, while her lips searched for more. She was breathless, however, it didn't matter because kissing was more urgent than taking a breath.
She had felt more for him in that one kiss than she had ever felt for anyone and her eyes relayed as much to him. He in turn didn't leave her waiting for more and renewed their union, their sacred union, the union of souls between a mother and her son.
Unbeknownst to Andrea, she found herself with her back to her bed, but still, her lips never separated from her son's, now her lover's.
"Baby..." She mumbled in between breaths. "You don't know what it means to me," A teardrop rolled down the corner of her eye.
"I do know," Chris said and kissed her tear away.
Andrea locked her arms behind his neck and pulled him over her. Her back was on the mattress and she was pinned down between his arms. And she wanted it just like that. To be under him and at his mercy, there was nowhere else she would rather be.
"Baby?" She sighed as he laid his lips over her neck. The heat from his body and the feel of his skin, they made her forget about everything else. It was just the two of them now, all alone with each other, with all the time in the world.
Slowly he traced over her neck, leaving a wet trail of his own. Her hands roamed restlessly, as he took his time to explore her like the treasure she was. When he reached the juncture over her collarbone, she snatched open the buttons of her top.
"Gulp!" Chris took a nervous gulp as he stared at the deep gully of flesh. The forbidden flesh.
It made her giggle. She tucked his hair behind his ear and kissed his forehead. The kiss was for the same assurance she had filled him with for unknown amounts of time but with such a different meaning behind it.
"Baby..." Andrea sighed.
She had felt a myriad of feelings through all her life but none so intense. Her fingers combed through his hair as his hand shakenly removed her top.
"So beautiful," he mumbled after he was face to face with her naked form.
"Oh, baby..." She felt a rush from his comment, a rush like never before.
She had been told she was beautiful all her life, but none had mattered as much as the words from her son right that moment.
She felt then that she was his, all of her and she didn't want there to be any barrier between them. The clothes, they were a bother, and while he remained gaping at her, she skilfully got rid of them all. She was as naked as naked could be, but somehow she felt as if she was enveloped in a cradle, a cradle of warmth and love.
"Gulp!" Chris gulped again.
It made her giggle again. She ushered him in when he seemed too nervous to take the next step. There was nothing to be afraid of, she was his and he was hers. There wasn't a doubt.
She aahed and oohed when he mashed her breasts in his palms, and her breath got stuck in her throat when he kissed her nub. He was taking his time, slowly reacquainting himself with the flesh he had once claimed as his own.
"Baby, you don't have to be so... careful... I won't break." She giggled when he kept being hesitant.
"I know- I know..."
His false bravado was very cute to her, he was very cute to her.
She invited him to her breasts, coaxed him to take her teat in between his lips. When finally, he put his mouth to her tit, her fire burned ever brighter. It was like somehow a taboo circle was being completed at last. Nothing could make her happier or more fulfilled at that moment other than the feel of his mouth sucking on her flesh.
"Oh, honey!" She cooed in pleasure. The pulsations running through her body had never been so pleasurable. His hands latched at her tits and his mouth alternated between each of her dark nipples and with each lick of his tongue, with each suck of his mouth, with each nibble of his teeth, she felt closer and closer to her climax.
It was going to be a momentous one, she knew it in her soul. The first climax of their taboo and unholy union, it had to be, there was no other option than that. And when it finally came, how wonderful it was, how intense it was.
"Yes, Baby!" She pulled him close and sought his lips. There was a taste of her own tit in his mouth but she didn't care, it was all she could do to keep herself from melting away inside his mouth.
"Oh, mom..." Chris sighed and took off his clothes. She watched him in rapt attention, traced his abs, and kissed his pecs.
"You are a vision, you know that?" She asked him absentmindedly, lost in appreciating the Adonis that was her son.
"I'm nothing compared to you though... after all you made me..." He quipped and pecked her small, little nose.
"You, sweet talker, you!" She ate it up gleefully. And why wouldn't she, it was all true in any case, she did make him.
He dived down, unhesitatingly this time and she welcomed him in. She had missed being pinned down by him, even if it was just for a moment. Because all she wanted was to be taken by him and to satisfy his thirst.
"Come on, Baby, take me! Claim your mother!" She whispered throatily in his ear.
That lit up a spark in his eyes. Gone were the gentle caresses and the soft touches, replaced by the rugged holds and impatient strokes.
"Mom! Mom!" He muttered hungrily, unsure and at a loss, as he didn't know what to do with the goddess of love laying down at his mercy. He needed his mother to show the way as she had done so many times before.
"Shhh... honey..." She consoled him and then held him with love.
His member pulsed in between them and it made her gasp. The sensations travelled straight to her core and shook her clean. His hot breaths at her breasts and his thirst for her nipple made her swoon. It was getting to be unbearable, the temperature between them.
Slowly, she dared to take his member in her soft hands and he jerked violently as soon as she did. "Mom!" He called out.
Taking a gulp, she positioned his cock and then ushered him in. He was like an angry bull in a china shop and invaded her core in a single stroke.
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
They cried in unison, much as their bodies pulsed in unison. Their union was complete. The most unholy of unions, and at the same time the most loving of unions. She felt complete at the moment; like she had found the missing piece to the puzzle. She felt filled and she felt fulfilled.
"Baby..."
He moved at her voice. She moved in response. Their bodies in sync, as well as their hearts. Their slow moments gradually picked up but it was never rushed. It was a thing of beauty how they came together and moved together, the mother and son complimenting each other perfectly.
"Baby!" Andrea sighed as another climax rocked through her as her son rocked his body on top of her. There were no other thoughts in her mind, gone were the worries about his choices, and gone were the doubts about him drifting away. He was with her, he was in her, nothing else mattered anymore; it couldn't.
As the warmth filled her heart, he started picking up pace. He was close, she could feel it and she couldn't wait to be filled by the proof of their love. She egged him on with soft kisses, and he responded in kind.
"Mom," he cried.
"Chris," she cried.
And with that their union was complete. They climaxed together as they had crossed that bridge together.
She shuffled into him as he laid beside her. They took their time to catch their breath, just staring into each other's eyes as there was no need for fancy words. They understood where they stood with each other, it didn't require vows of undying love.
Finally, after a long while, Andrea was the one to break the silence. "So... no harem anymore, right?"
"Of course not."
"And Julia..." She didn't want to admit after all that had happened between them in the past hour but she still felt a little jealous of Julia. After all, she had gotten him first.
"We just talk Mom... she is fun to talk to..."
"And nothing else?"
"No."
"Good!" Andrea smiled and held him tighter. "Just stay here, I don't want to let go right now..."
"Sure."
"Julia..." Andrea's eyes lit up as soon as she gazed at her friend.
Julia was a brunette, tall and athletic. One wouldn't know judging from her fair, soft skin but she was nearly 38 years of age. Her face and features were on the sharp side which suited her job perfectly. There was an aura, a presence about her, which made people want to listen to her unconsciously. She had never married, single life was her calling, in her own words.
"Andi! Come in, come in!" Julia walked over from her leather chair. She hugged Andrea tightly and said in a perky voice, "I missed you!"
"I missed you, too, more than you can imagine," Andrea replied with a giggle. "It's been too long, unnecessarily so..."
"Yeah! Well... look at you though!" Julia appreciatively looked her over. "You look as hot as ever! Amazing!"
"Oh, stop!" Andrea voiced with a slight blush.
"No, really, I couldn't guess that you are a Mom, and look at that ass!" She gave a light tap on Andrea's butt as she said so.
"Stop! I am nowhere near as... you are the real looker, always have been, among all of us friends. But thanks for the compliments." Andrea giggled.
"I am serious though..." Julia pouted for a second before she took Andrea's arm and dragged her to the leather couch. "So... is he outside right now?"
"Yeah... I told him to wait for me to call him inside."
"But really, Andi! He has a harem!? Are you for real!?" Julia had quickly moved on to the matter of the evening, Chris.
"I couldn't believe it myself, you know." Andrea sighed a little wearily. She had already told it all to Julia on the phone, still, she recounted the events to her friend once more.
"Hmmm... He must be a real stud from what I could gather!" Julia laughed to herself.
"Yeah..." Andrea didn't exactly feel comfortable with that remark. She was used to the idea that her son was an extremely handsome man, a chick magnet so to say, but to hear it from her friend left her at a loss on how to react.
"Well, call him in," Julia winked at the silent mother while she picked up her glasses. "And don't worry, I will scare him straight for you."
"Yeah..." Andrea muttered under her nervous giggle. Suddenly for no apparent reason, she didn't feel as confident anymore. However, the arrow had already left the bow. So she called her son to join them inside.
"Julia this is Chris and Chris..." Andrea, as soon as she turned towards Julia to introduce her to Chris, had a bad premonition. It felt to her as if she was sending the lamb right to the mouth of the lion. "...this is Julia."
"Call me Julia!"
"Chris."
"Aren't you handsome!?"
"You are not half bad yourself..."
"Yeah!?"
"Yeah! I have never seen someone as authoritatively sexy as yourself."
"Well, thank you, I have never been quite complimented like that."
"You have never met someone like me then..."
"Confident! I like it!"
"And I like your style, your whole persona!"
"Different from your high school bimbos, huh?"
"They have their charm."
"Is that so?"
Andrea was left shell shocked by their exchange. It was as if she wasn't even there. 'What in the actual fuck is happening!?'
"Well, that was an utter waste of time!" Andrea slid over on her bed. "I don't even understand what happened back there..."
It was deep in the night. She was back home with Chris after spending about an hour of time with Julia. She felt fed up, not angry, as she recalled how she was pushed to the side-lines as her son and her friend flirted with each other right in front of her.
"At least she tried to persuade him to call off his current arrangement..."
Through all their flirting there was an occasional word from Julia's side to tell him about the dangers of what he was doing and the benefit of "monogamy" among other things.
"I don't think it will help though..."
Chris had mostly just waved off those concerns and advises. He seemed set in his own way and didn't seem open to listening otherwise. Andrea was getting really concerned about it.
"Well... I'll have to come up with another way."
She was not convinced that she couldn't make him see the right way. However, there was another new worry plaguing her at the moment. Julia.
"It shouldn't happen but... the way things have been going recently... I wouldn't be surprised if I find out that she has been hooking up with my baby... the slut!" Andrea clicked her tongue in exasperation. "I will have to strictly warn him off!"
There was certainly an energy between the two of them. In hindsight, she should have known. Julia was more of a free spirit than she had remembered and her son... her son was also something else entirely. She couldn't be sure what the two of them were capable of.
"Hmm... what if she makes him swear off all other girls?" That thought shook her to the core. On one hand, it would be accomplishing the goal she had set out on, while on the other hand, her son would be sleeping with her friend. "I don't know if I can swallow it down..."
As she imagined Chris and Julia together, an unknown feeling crept up her heart. Her initial reaction was that of disgust, shame, and anger. However, the more she thought about it, the more her feelings became messed up. There was one thing she was sure of though; she didn't like it. She didn't like it, not a single bit. It was as if someone was robbing her of her son.
She sighed, "If only his father was home a little bit more,"
She felt lonely. She hadn't felt so lonely in a long while. Everything she held dear seemed to be slipping far away from her. Her son had become a bad boy, her husband wasn't home most nights, her friend had betrayed her; nothing was giving her comfort.
"What should I do now!?"
It had been a couple of months since that fateful day. Two things had happened since then. One being good and the other... bad, very, very bad. Andrea was chagrined.
The good thing was Chris had broken it off with all his girlfriends. He had told her himself, on his own accord. She had been on top of the moon that day. Finally, her son was coming around and once again listening to her words.
She didn't understand and didn't even want to understand why she had such a problem with Chris "dating" multiple girls. Other than the health issue, which was a real concern, she couldn't quite figure out the reason behind her vehement opposition to the idea.
After a lot of thought, she still couldn't pinpoint the reason behind it. However, she did understand one thing. Being a mother was all she had. Sure, she was also a wife and a woman. But ever since she had held her baby in her arms that first time, she knew it in her heart that it was what she was meant to do, being a mother.
And when she realized, she was failing in the one task she never wanted to fail at, she couldn't handle it anymore. Chris was her everything, she couldn't fathom anything hurting him under her watch, and the way things were going he was headed for a major heartbreak or a lonely life down the line. Harems and whatnot were not real, and it was just a thing of children's fantasies to be able to work it out successfully.
Andrea didn't want anything, even remotely, to hurt her baby, and if she had to take matters into her own hands for that, then so be it. So she was quite happy and incredibly relieved to hear it from his own mouth that he had broken it off with those girls.
However, however, a new problem had arisen because of that. Now Chris was regularly meeting up with Julia. She didn't have the heart to ask anything more than that, about what they did when they met and maybe if they did what she thought they did.
She didn't have the heart.
More than that, she didn't understand what bothered her more. Whether it was that her son and her friend were fucking each other, or that her son had found someone to rely on. After all, Julia was a fully grown woman, with a job and everything. She had the life experiences, she had the money, she had everything one could want in a woman. She wasn't like the girls from his school who didn't have anything figured out.
Chris being with Julia had essentially eliminated her need as a mother in his life. Julia could give him everything she could, and more than that; she could also give him sex.
It hurt her. It hurt her bad, to come to terms with the fact that her role as a mother was slowly, but surely, coming to an end. She couldn't believe how quickly the time had passed and how easily she was pushed out of the picture.
"And he is still on his business trip..." Andrea lamented about her husband.
She had been feeling increasingly lonely. All-day, alone in the house, it had begun eating at her. The joy of waiting for her son to come home from school, making dinner for him, talking to him about all and everything, it had all vanished into thin air.
"Maybe if ask him to stop seeing her?"
Andrea was scared, she was really scared of the possibility that Chris would say no to her request. It would be the proverbial final straw that broke the camel's back. She was afraid that he wouldn't listen to her and then it would be all over.
"What if he threatens to move out!?" She shook her head vigorously. "No! God, no! Anything but that! Anything... but that..."
She had even made him choose the college in their hometown because she couldn't handle being away from him. And to have "this" be the reason to be away from her son, she definitely in no way could digest it.
"What should I do?" She heaved a long sigh.
"Chris, honey, could you come here please!" Andrea shouted for her son from behind her room's slightly ajar door.
"Yeah," Chris replied as he came inside.
"Come here, sit!" She pulled out an album of old photos and spread it open. "I was just going through these..."
"Yeah?" Chris sat beside her and flipped the page. It was an old photo album from his childhood. "You look so beautiful in this one, mom!" He commented on one particular photograph.
"You think so?"
"Of course, mom. For me, you are the most beautiful woman there is."
"Oh, stop it! You couldn't be serious..." Andrea said with a blush on her fair cheeks.
"I'm serious though! You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, bar none." He placed a soft kiss on her reddened cheek.
"Serious, serious?" Andrea found herself wanting to hear more of those words of praise. It was the brightest she had felt in a long time. And even if it felt a little forceful to ask for it herself, she didn't care at the moment.
"Serious, serious!" Chris smiled and kissed her other cheek.
Suddenly, as he was retreating, Andrea turned her head and kissed his lips.
The world stopped at that moment. Everything came to a standstill. They were stuck in that position. No one knew what to do anymore. No one knew what it meant.
Chris retreated after a few seconds, which felt to Andrea as if days had passed. "Ha-ha... sorry..." He tried to play it off as an accident.
Andrea, though, was having none of it. She followed through on her earlier act and stood up and took his shocked face in her hands and gave him a soul-snatching kiss.
There wasn't anything left for chance anymore. There was no denying it anymore. She had kissed him. She had kissed her son.
Andrea felt as if a tornado had hit her in the face. She couldn't think, couldn't move, couldn't talk, couldn't do anything else except to keep kissing Chris, keep on kissing her son, keep on kissing her baby.
A million thoughts ran through her mind, but none of them told her to stop it. It was wrong, she knew it was, nevertheless, she was in no mood to stop it. She was taking this chance. She had a feeling as if she was losing her son, and maybe this would only push him away even faster than before, but she was taking this chance.
Chris could hate her, and she would deserve it if he did. Something in her told her though, that he wouldn't. Call it a mother's intuition or anything else, she had a gut feeling that it would be fine, that she would get her son back... and more.
However, foremost of all, she liked it. And something inside her told her that he liked it too. And that was all that mattered, now and ever.
"Mom?" Chris' eyes were searching.
She felt as if she had taken his breath away, he certainly did take her breath away with that kiss, however, he was still calm. It was the first time she realized how soothing it was to be in his calm presence.
"Yes?"
"Are you sure about this?"
"... Yes! Yes, I am." She mustered all her courage and took the fall. There wasn't anything stopping her now. She would see through the end, the thing that she had started on a whim, a dangerous, double-edged whim.
"Finally!" He screamed, so unlike him, and dived down to snatch her soul away with his kiss.
He kissed her slow, he kissed her hard. Their lips melted against each other and their tongues slowly came out to play.
Andrea leaned forward and rested her palms against his muscular chest. She felt his skin, she felt his muscles. He was built rugged, but his kiss was so smooth.
He bit down on her succulent lips and pulled her into him. She bent forward, drowning in his lips. She had never been kissed like this, never before. And now her eighteen-year-old son was the one to make her swoon.
It was the best kiss she had ever had and she was hungry for more. She opened her lips and invited him in, and when he did invade her mouth she felt herself going gaga over him all over again.
His scent drifted in her nose and she breathed it in. Their tongues wrestled inside her mouth and she drank it in. It was not enough when he retreated to catch his breath, and she felt, it would never be enough.
Her eyes met his, while her lips searched for more. She was breathless, however, it didn't matter because kissing was more urgent than taking a breath.
She had felt more for him in that one kiss than she had ever felt for anyone and her eyes relayed as much to him. He in turn didn't leave her waiting for more and renewed their union, their sacred union, the union of souls between a mother and her son.
Unbeknownst to Andrea, she found herself with her back to her bed, but still, her lips never separated from her son's, now her lover's.
"Baby..." She mumbled in between breaths. "You don't know what it means to me," A teardrop rolled down the corner of her eye.
"I do know," Chris said and kissed her tear away.
Andrea locked her arms behind his neck and pulled him over her. Her back was on the mattress and she was pinned down between his arms. And she wanted it just like that. To be under him and at his mercy, there was nowhere else she would rather be.
"Baby?" She sighed as he laid his lips over her neck. The heat from his body and the feel of his skin, they made her forget about everything else. It was just the two of them now, all alone with each other, with all the time in the world.
Slowly he traced over her neck, leaving a wet trail of his own. Her hands roamed restlessly, as he took his time to explore her like the treasure she was. When he reached the juncture over her collarbone, she snatched open the buttons of her top.
"Gulp!" Chris took a nervous gulp as he stared at the deep gully of flesh. The forbidden flesh.
It made her giggle. She tucked his hair behind his ear and kissed his forehead. The kiss was for the same assurance she had filled him with for unknown amounts of time but with such a different meaning behind it.
"Baby..." Andrea sighed.
She had felt a myriad of feelings through all her life but none so intense. Her fingers combed through his hair as his hand shakenly removed her top.
"So beautiful," he mumbled after he was face to face with her naked form.
"Oh, baby..." She felt a rush from his comment, a rush like never before.
She had been told she was beautiful all her life, but none had mattered as much as the words from her son right that moment.
She felt then that she was his, all of her and she didn't want there to be any barrier between them. The clothes, they were a bother, and while he remained gaping at her, she skilfully got rid of them all. She was as naked as naked could be, but somehow she felt as if she was enveloped in a cradle, a cradle of warmth and love.
"Gulp!" Chris gulped again.
It made her giggle again. She ushered him in when he seemed too nervous to take the next step. There was nothing to be afraid of, she was his and he was hers. There wasn't a doubt.
She aahed and oohed when he mashed her breasts in his palms, and her breath got stuck in her throat when he kissed her nub. He was taking his time, slowly reacquainting himself with the flesh he had once claimed as his own.
"Baby, you don't have to be so... careful... I won't break." She giggled when he kept being hesitant.
"I know- I know..."
His false bravado was very cute to her, he was very cute to her.
She invited him to her breasts, coaxed him to take her teat in between his lips. When finally, he put his mouth to her tit, her fire burned ever brighter. It was like somehow a taboo circle was being completed at last. Nothing could make her happier or more fulfilled at that moment other than the feel of his mouth sucking on her flesh.
"Oh, honey!" She cooed in pleasure. The pulsations running through her body had never been so pleasurable. His hands latched at her tits and his mouth alternated between each of her dark nipples and with each lick of his tongue, with each suck of his mouth, with each nibble of his teeth, she felt closer and closer to her climax.
It was going to be a momentous one, she knew it in her soul. The first climax of their taboo and unholy union, it had to be, there was no other option than that. And when it finally came, how wonderful it was, how intense it was.
"Yes, Baby!" She pulled him close and sought his lips. There was a taste of her own tit in his mouth but she didn't care, it was all she could do to keep herself from melting away inside his mouth.
"Oh, mom..." Chris sighed and took off his clothes. She watched him in rapt attention, traced his abs, and kissed his pecs.
"You are a vision, you know that?" She asked him absentmindedly, lost in appreciating the Adonis that was her son.
"I'm nothing compared to you though... after all you made me..." He quipped and pecked her small, little nose.
"You, sweet talker, you!" She ate it up gleefully. And why wouldn't she, it was all true in any case, she did make him.
He dived down, unhesitatingly this time and she welcomed him in. She had missed being pinned down by him, even if it was just for a moment. Because all she wanted was to be taken by him and to satisfy his thirst.
"Come on, Baby, take me! Claim your mother!" She whispered throatily in his ear.
That lit up a spark in his eyes. Gone were the gentle caresses and the soft touches, replaced by the rugged holds and impatient strokes.
"Mom! Mom!" He muttered hungrily, unsure and at a loss, as he didn't know what to do with the goddess of love laying down at his mercy. He needed his mother to show the way as she had done so many times before.
"Shhh... honey..." She consoled him and then held him with love.
His member pulsed in between them and it made her gasp. The sensations travelled straight to her core and shook her clean. His hot breaths at her breasts and his thirst for her nipple made her swoon. It was getting to be unbearable, the temperature between them.
Slowly, she dared to take his member in her soft hands and he jerked violently as soon as she did. "Mom!" He called out.
Taking a gulp, she positioned his cock and then ushered him in. He was like an angry bull in a china shop and invaded her core in a single stroke.
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
They cried in unison, much as their bodies pulsed in unison. Their union was complete. The most unholy of unions, and at the same time the most loving of unions. She felt complete at the moment; like she had found the missing piece to the puzzle. She felt filled and she felt fulfilled.
"Baby..."
He moved at her voice. She moved in response. Their bodies in sync, as well as their hearts. Their slow moments gradually picked up but it was never rushed. It was a thing of beauty how they came together and moved together, the mother and son complimenting each other perfectly.
"Baby!" Andrea sighed as another climax rocked through her as her son rocked his body on top of her. There were no other thoughts in her mind, gone were the worries about his choices, and gone were the doubts about him drifting away. He was with her, he was in her, nothing else mattered anymore; it couldn't.
As the warmth filled her heart, he started picking up pace. He was close, she could feel it and she couldn't wait to be filled by the proof of their love. She egged him on with soft kisses, and he responded in kind.
"Mom," he cried.
"Chris," she cried.
And with that their union was complete. They climaxed together as they had crossed that bridge together.
She shuffled into him as he laid beside her. They took their time to catch their breath, just staring into each other's eyes as there was no need for fancy words. They understood where they stood with each other, it didn't require vows of undying love.
Finally, after a long while, Andrea was the one to break the silence. "So... no harem anymore, right?"
"Of course not."
"And Julia..." She didn't want to admit after all that had happened between them in the past hour but she still felt a little jealous of Julia. After all, she had gotten him first.
"We just talk Mom... she is fun to talk to..."
"And nothing else?"
"No."
"Good!" Andrea smiled and held him tighter. "Just stay here, I don't want to let go right now..."
"Sure."
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It turned out a lot different from what I was planning. Especially the sex scene. It happens with me more often than not! Maybe I can come back and write the original story. It was supposed to be about a mother concerned about her son who jacks off too much. Well, anyway, I hope you enjoyed it. Please forgive the typos, I wrote it on my phone.
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