Adoptive Mother
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If you can believe this…she had almost everything in life she ever wanted. Money, a man, power, and even sexual power at that. One thing she did not have was a son. She knew she wanted one. She wanted a child who would be, to her, an affectionate and attentive son to her needs in life. She wanted one who, in time, would take care of those needs that a woman, like her, needed, and one she could raise so that she could have that later on in life.
Yep, she always wanted a son she could love and show her affection to, that she could love deeply, and nurture fully and one who would love her back. However, she wasn’t able to bear children. So, for Celina, the best thing she could do was go back, back into time, and go and get him and raise him as her own. She knew she could do it. She’d have her “butler” take her there so she could go and get him. The boy was old enough now. He wouldn’t remember her either. She knew him from her past. In fact, she was the one who put him in there. He was young but now he was old enough that she knew he would understand why she came back to adopt him.
They drove up that day. It was a day filled with grey clouds, heavy grey clouds, and as they did she could feel it in her bones. The young woman, who to most, looked like she was the most beautiful, slender, and curvy princess in the world, smiled. She saw the towering building up ahead.
In the large limousine she rode in. They comfortably headed up the long two mile private drive, and as they came closer, her driver and butler slowed down. He slowly approached the boys home for adoption. Yes, the boy was young but he wasn’t all that young. He didn’t remember her at all. She knew that too. His name is Max and he was, and still is, the nicest boy in the collective group who stayed there she was told. It made her happy. She had always hoped he would be nicest of them all but in addition to being sweet, he was naïve as ever and boy was he skinny she thought once she saw him again.
Seeing as the woman, Celina, didn’t understand how it all worked she was warned by her butler to be “careful.” She didn’t care. All she wanted was her one adoptive son. She wanted Max. She had no desire for anyone else.
Once they parked, she got out. Inside, with her butler, they walked to meet with the administrator. He was anxious. He was happy Max was finally getting adopted. He wasn’t meant for this place. He didn’t know the young lady, who in his opinion easily could be his sister, but he didn’t know any better. Plus, she handed over a check to the organization. He looked at it and smiled.
“Miss, this is almost too much money,” he said.
Which she replied with “Well sir, seeing that my new son has been cared for, and I hope he has been, use that for good things.” He said it would be.
The woman, despite that she appeared sweet, affectionate, and prettier then anyone he’d ever seen before in his life was raised an only child. The boy would assist her in fulfilling her life in a manner of speaking. Where she was refined, he wasn’t. Where she was exquisitely beautiful, he was average looking. Where she wore all the best clothes in the world, he wore “rags,” so to speak. But all that would chance and soon.
As she expected, he was only a kid at the time. She knew that. In the limo, she did everything in her power to make him feel comfortable. She smiled upon seeing him. In the limo going home, she held his hand. Once home, they sat and talked. She was alone with her boy and they took walks as she led him around and told him about why she lived here. He listened and occasionally asked questions. She felt his naïve tendencies and urged him to be more assertive. That felt like a lost cause. Her voice, soft and tender as it was, made him feel comfortable as ever.
He was skinny and relatively tall. She had this sweet and slim, curvy looking figure. He noticed but none of that registered at that time. He was only becoming acclimated to the surrounding areas. She schooled him at home. Everything he needed, except sports, could be done at her home. He had almost, yes almost, everything.
Time moved on. Days and weeks and months came and went and with that one year turned into another. He was growing up, quickly. Se became prouder and prouder of her son. He changed so much. He was cuter by the day she said. She’d watch him as he came closer and closer to his eighteenth birthday.
And then it was about to happen. Years later, tomorrow, he was officially turning 18 years of age. “He’s going to be a grown man?” she said. “It’s soooo hard to believe.”
To her, that day before his birthday, was so darn different to her. She was laying in her silk pajamas that morning. The very wealthy, and still very young woman, thought about him. She thought about him a lot. She smiled as she did. She was proud of herself as she lay on her bed and thinking about what she’d done all those years ago.
She thought about it. She thought about all those years when he was all alone that he felt lonely. They had talked about it too. She thought about all those nights either he came to her room or she’d gone down to his room. They’d lay together and talk. She didn’t know about him but that made her feel nice. She thought about all those times she put her arms around him and snuggle with her boy. She also thought about how he cuddled against her and they’d talk.
“But tomorrow, well tomorrow, he’ll be 18,” she said aloud as she laid in bed alone.
She smiled as she stared off into nothing, looking at her ceiling, but in the depths of her mind thinking of him. And her of course too. She thought how he’d become such a fine son and all. Max was now a man and wore a man’s body she told herself as she smiled. She thought it all some more.
Mmmmmm, he has a warm man’s body with a man’s hands too. Maybe I’ll even let him, well maybe I’ll even let him…I don’t know…touch me somewhere. She smiled almost mischievously just as she thought up that idea. Mmmmmm, I’d sure love him against me. Once she thought that she murmured something quietly.
“Oooooohh, I’d love that! I’d love that for sure.” She smiled, nodded her head, and kept on looking up at the ceiling as she pictured his warm slender frame against her. “Okay, I know…I know,” she went on to add. “I’m his sister, biologically, but heck…he doesn’t know that now does he? And I know…I’m married too. Still I want it,” and she left it at that for now.
He’d gone to bed. However, again he could not fall asleep. It was early, really early too, and knowing tomorrow he’d be 18 she wanted to do something extra special for him. She heard him in his bedroom. He was moving around. He was “excited” for some reason. She didn’t know why but she could tell something bothered him.
He had become restless again, restless as usual, and deep into the night he wished he had someone there to comfort him due to the profound darkness floating into the window. He hated that. He hated that darkness surrounding him and he rocked and rocked and that made noise she did not understand.
He looked outside and not seeing any light out there he’d “moan” out loud. Yes, she heard it. He’d rock from left to right and he shook the bed, making it rattle all over, and yes she heard that too. She couldn’t stand it any longer. She had to help him out. She knew she had to do something so he would relax. He needed comforting, again. With that said she eased out of bed and left the room.
She went to go and comfort her son.
The clock said it was after 12:00 midnight. She smiled. He is now 18 years old. She took off her clothes, all her clothes, and started the shower. She stepped in and cleaned up quickly. Okay, yes, she was up early and she showered, putting on her make up, and once done doing that she got dressed for him and him only.
She pulled it off the soft hanger in her closet. She slipped on her sheer silky blouse. She loved wearing them. She wore sheer blouses almost all the time. Especially these because these enhanced the lovelier then ever shape of her slim and curvy physique. Oh, she knew they did that. She prided herself on her figure. That was for sure.
She reached in and grabbed a pair of her soft sleek pair of jeans. She slipped them on to her hips. She loved how they felt on her too. They always looked and felt great on her. And like the blouse they too made her look fabulous. She stopped in front of the mirror so she could look at herself.
It was time to go, time to visit her son. It was time to go make him feel good. Time to make him really good, she thought as she smiled. “And seeing as he is 18 today it sure is time to do that.”
She looked at herself again. It was after 12:30 in the morning. She smiled and turned and looked one last time at her exquisitely wonderful looking figure. Still, a tight and slender, but still a curvaceous one at that. And then she looked at them again.
Her breasts…so powerful looking she thought and thankfully still significant in life that she could use them to impress all men. Yes, she was proud of her figure. She was proud of almost everything about her body. She was ready and she turned and walked over to Max’s room.
She walked in and over to his bed. Sanding by it and smiling down at him she said Happy Birthday to him and then said “Max darling, shhhh honey…it’ll be okay.” She turned on one of his night lights he always loved having.
He looked up at her. Wow, again his mother, the woman he’d known for 8 whole years or so looked marvelous. He looked up at her in her sheer blouse and those tight fitting jeans and he was engrossed by the looks she carried about her. He quietly said hi to her and offered a meek smile as he looked at her exquisite figure.
“May I?” she said. “May I slide in beside you honey like I always do,” she said.
He moved over without questioning it at all. She eased into bed and slipped in next to him. He was a newly christened 18 year old man, she told herself as she smiled. He was still very slim and somewhat adolescent about everything too. She knew that but to her none of that mattered anymore.
“Here, let me put my arm around you like we always do dear,” she said. He let her. She pulled closer. He felt so comfortable once she did that. It felt…different. It felt…nice. It felt nice to feel his mothers body up against his. She smelled…good too and he saw her smile too. He smiled back as she turned her head and looked at him. He loved her eyes.
It felt warm against her soft lovely body. He liked how it felt to be against her again. He felt…safe. It was relaxing too. She was his “shield” so to speak. She brought him warmth he never understood. She brought comfort he never had in his life. She was soft. She was everything he never had in the life before living here. He loved her very much.
With her arm around him and his head on the corner of her body, he looked up and over. He didn’t move his head but his eyes moved about. All of a sudden, he noticed them. He locked in on them, staring hard at them once he noticed them. He did not look away. They were like these two small mountains which held their own just above her chest.
He stared hard at her bosoms and he wondered what they actually looked like without her lovely and sexy looking blouse on. Kids will be kids and men will be men, right? To him they were like, he didn’t know, but hers appeared to be fascinating. He kept staring at her breasts as she held him close. He was fixated on them. He looked at them as they rested under her silky blouse. He wanted to know so much more about them.
She noticed it, finally. “Honey dear, what is it you’re looking at?” She was slightly amused as she watched his eyes “ogle” them.
Immediately, his eyes moved stopped looking at them. He looked away. He looked at something passed her breasts. “Nothing really,” he replied. They laid there not moving barely but his eyes found them again. They found their way back to her boobs as they went up, down, and up and down. He locked in on them again. He couldn’t help himself. He was taken by them so again he found himself staring at her boobs.
“Honey, may I ask you something sweetheart?” He looked at her. She was smiling at him. She appeared to have this sweet, almost shy like smile across her lips. He smiled. “Have you been looking at my breasts dear?”
He swallowed hard. He felt embarrassed that he had been. He immediately blushed a deep red all over his face. He was shaking his head rapidly. He felt bad. “Uh…no mom, no I haven’t. I didn’t,” and he was shaking his head no as he replied to her, “you know look at them. No, I didn’t.”
But she knew better. She loved that Max noticed her breasts. It was an honor to have a man look at them. She didn’t mind that at all. She didn’t care at all. She wanted him to spend time looking at them. And so she said “It’s alright Max. It really is.” She paused. “To be totally honest with you, I’m happy…very happy in fact…that you have.”
She took a moment to herself and thought about her husband. Yes, they fucked, they had sex, but she only did that. She only had sex with the man. He never played around with her anymore. And for that matter, he was 25 years older then him. She wanted so much more at this point and she looked at Max and she smiled, warmly.
He looked up at her, his head still laying on the corner of her chest, and how she said what she said and in that tone which she said it made him feel so much better. He loved her voice. It was smooth. It was gentle. It was soft. And it was quiet too. She was soooo comforting in those ways. And especially as she ran her hand ran through his hair or over his head.
She saw him do it again and she smiled as he did it. He looked and ogled her breasts again and she knew then that he wanted to do it. She could tell by the look in his eyes. He had to do it but wouldn’t. Not to his mother he wouldn’t. Even with that sensuous looking blouse she wore which seemed to fall and lay on her so that every line or crease which existed on her upper body defined her boobs like they did; he wanted to reach out and do it only once. He wanted to feel them, touch them, but only if she would allow it.
“Honey,” she said again before pausing a moment. He did not look at her. His eyes remained where they were- on her breasts. She held him close against her warm remarkably wonderful frame. “Would you like to touch one of them?”
Her question stunned him. He instantly looked up and into her face and eyes. Is she like crazy he asked? Oh my God, really…really touch her breasts? No way, he thought. No way does a mother, my mother, ask something like that. Does she?
“It’s alright honey,” she added, softly and sweetly. “I won’t mind.” She smiled as she said it. “Go ahead. Go on and touch one of them. I won’t mind but be gentle.”
He was totally shocked by what she’d said. However, she did say to touch her boob. Honestly, she did say that didn’t she just say that? He looked at one of them. He looked back at her. She saw the shock in his eyes. She smiled. He looked back at one of her magnificent looking breasts again. And he looked back up into her eyes again. She was still smiling and nodding her head at him. He saw it. Her eyes were giving off that loveable, engaging, and “go-for-it” look. Smiling still, she nodded her head and as she did she pulled him closer.
“I really don’t mind if you do that honey. I really don’t,” she said again.
He couldn’t believe his ears. Did she just say what I heard her say? Max swallowed harder then he had before. Because in truth, he knew that doing that was what he wanted to do all along. He wanted to reach over and feel one of those tits. Her tits too. His moms boobs and although she was his mom…Max no longer cared whatsoever.
She had boobs. She told him to feel one. He was hungry, horny, and he was more then willing to do it too. However, he did feel a little odd about it. He didn’t want to be too rough if he did it. He didn’t want to be insensitive if and when he did it either. He knew he loved her. He had all the respect in the world for his mother but he also knew one more thing.
Max lusted for her breasts and there wasn’t any question about that either.
He reached out ever so slightly and as he did he looked up at her. She smiled as she watched him do it. His hand came closer. As it did he held it just above the very tip of her tit. He swallowed hard again. He looked up at her too and wondered if he was doing the right thing or not. She saw him and smiled and nodded at the same time as if to say “Honey its okay. Go on and do it. I won’t mind.”
She decided to help him out. “Here honey, let me help you out.”
With her free hand, she placed her hand on his. Holding it, she lowered his hand down, slowly, on the very tip of her boob. She had lowered it down gently and as it landed on her, she smiled and closed her eyes. He barely felt it. He felt the tip of her breasts though her tit was beneath the blouse and bra as well. None of that mattered any longer.
“Now you do it. Now feel it on your own dear,” she said, still smiling. “It’s alright. Either way, I’ll love it.”
She let go of his hand. Max watched her as he lowered his whole hand down on her boob. He touched her blouse. His body “exploded” with an arousing rate of inner adventure he did not comprehend. It sizzled. It tingled all over. His body wasn’t right as he laid his hand down on her boob.
He looked at her as he held it. She smiled at him. He loved that smile of hers too. She nodded as if to say what he was doing was perfect. He felt a little more comfortable as he held her breast in his hand. He left his hand where it was…barely on her tit. And she watched in harmony as it lay there and relaxed itself.
“Mmmmmm, it’s been a long, long time,” she said aloud.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“Ohhh nothing dear, nothing,” she told him.
“You mean since someone’s touched this, touched your boob?” he asked.
She nodded, saying “Yes dear, since someone’s felt my breast like you’re doing.”
He smiled and held his hand right on her boob. To both of them, for their own reasons, it felt incredibly wonderful, and seeing as it did they relaxed where they lay. And they fell together, his hand on her boob, and their bodies close together.
She woke up at around 5:15. It was still dark and she pushed off her jeans and got comfortable. He was half awake but laid silent in the dark. His hand was still where it was from earlier that evening. In only her blouse and panties she was comfortable with her son’s hand on her boob. She looked down, seeing if he was asleep or not. To her, it was a beautiful sight seeing as someone, her son, and for that matter in real life her brother was beside her and holding her tit in his hand.
She took hold of it and took it off her tit. She eased out of his bed, grabbed her jeans, and leaned over to kiss his forehead. She walked out quietly and carrying her jeans with only her blouse and bra and panties on. She felt good she told herself.
Later on in other clothes he walked in to the kitchen. He saw her and said “Hi mom, good morning.” She turned around and saw his beaming smile.
“Well good morning to you too baby and Happy Birthday as well,” she came back. They walked up to one another. Arms wrapped around the other and they hugged. They sat down and talked but not about the night before. Then out of nowhere she said “I’ll come back tonight if you want me too. Would you like that honey? I know I would,” she told him wearing a smile.
He looked at his mom. She was smiling but as he did his eyes went wide seeing as she said what she did. Immediately, he felt it. Almost right away he that tingling he’d felt down in between his legs. He felt he needed to do something about it right away to.
His face instantly tightened up. She saw it too and asked if he had a problem. He shook his head no but Celina knew better. They left the room and went their separate ways. He headed to his room but she took her time and slowly followed him there.
He didn’t know she had either.
In his room, he sat on his bed, tingling still. He never locked his door. The house, as far as he knew it, was quiet…as if nobody was anywhere around. He tried to relax and get comfy but he couldn’t. So he did it. He pulled down his pants. He rubbed it even though his underwear were on and as he did he pictured her half naked. He saw them too. He “saw” her breasts which, to him, had invited his hands to meet with them. He grew anxious as he allowed himself to picture his hands on her tits.
Just outside of his room, she stood watching him do it all.
She felt a little excited at his movements. She watched him when he took off his pants. She watched him when he rubbed his crotch. She grew a little excited once she saw that. It “felt” wonderful and exciting to her as she saw him caressing his balls. She reached up and did the same to her tits. She was relaxed. She grew anxious and more excited as she slightly egged him on to rub his cock some more and while she squeezed her boobs some more as well.
He sat there, tingling while he did it. He felt down inside his crotch again. He closed his eyes and his back stiffened up as he did. He rubbed himself again and soon enough pushed down his underwear. There was hair surrounding it all over the place she noticed. He took hold of his limp, limber cock, and once he did he closed his eyes. It was quite gratifying to him seeing as he finally palmed his cock and stroked it.
Very slowly, she eased open the door watching him as she did. She started to walk in and while she did she said “Looks like someone’s having a little fun.”
He just so happened to start moaning just before she said that. He had arched his back and stretched out as he began handling his cock. She noticed how his arms and hands were positioned around his lap and though he was facing away from her, and moaning again, she knew what was exactly happening as she entered his room, quietly.
She kicked off her shoes. In her stockings, jeans, and one of those elegant sheer blouses she always loved wearing she eased closer and closer to his bed. Her intention was to ease up on his bed, without him knowing, and put her arms around his body.
That’s when she knew she could help him out. She wanted to help him out. She wanted the boy to cum if that’s what her “baby” wanted.
So instead of doing what she originally planned she quietly said “Let me help you with that dear.”
He jumped. He was shocked that his mother walked in on him and he swallowed hard and quickly reached for his pants, which were down on the ground. When he swung down to get them he saw her, on his bed, smiling. “Oh uh mom uh what are you uhhh doing here?” he said.
She smiled again and said “Ohhhhhhh honey, all boys do what your doing. Women do that too. Even I still do that.” She smiled as she shook her head and added “I’m only here to help you out. You know, help give you some of my mothering love and attention. That’s all sweetheart.”
“Huh, pardon me?” he said.
“Here, let me show you,” she told him. She knelt over his shoulders and put her arms and hands over them. She slid her hands down the front of his chest saying “Mmmmmm, my son is growing up so much all of a sudden.” With that she got up against him and she put her arms around him more lovingly. She reached down and then took hold of his soft limber cock. She held it gently in her hands. She closed her eyes saying “Mmmmmm, this sure feels nice now that I’m able to do it again. It does to me.”
She squeezed it softly too, smiling as she felt it in her hands. “Ooooooohh baby, do you know how nice your cock feels to me?” He had no idea. He didn’t know at all. “It feels soooo so nice honey. It really does baby,” she added as she gently pumped his soft limber cock in her hands. “Oooooohh, you sure have a nice lean long cock. Did you know that? I think so,” she went on to say.
He felt as if he should be proud of himself and watched her hands and fingers as she stroked his cock. She was getting him harder. He mumbled something in response to it all. Soon enough he was groaning. Before either knew it his body started jerking. She got his once limber soft cock hard and moreTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
Yep, she always wanted a son she could love and show her affection to, that she could love deeply, and nurture fully and one who would love her back. However, she wasn’t able to bear children. So, for Celina, the best thing she could do was go back, back into time, and go and get him and raise him as her own. She knew she could do it. She’d have her “butler” take her there so she could go and get him. The boy was old enough now. He wouldn’t remember her either. She knew him from her past. In fact, she was the one who put him in there. He was young but now he was old enough that she knew he would understand why she came back to adopt him.
They drove up that day. It was a day filled with grey clouds, heavy grey clouds, and as they did she could feel it in her bones. The young woman, who to most, looked like she was the most beautiful, slender, and curvy princess in the world, smiled. She saw the towering building up ahead.
In the large limousine she rode in. They comfortably headed up the long two mile private drive, and as they came closer, her driver and butler slowed down. He slowly approached the boys home for adoption. Yes, the boy was young but he wasn’t all that young. He didn’t remember her at all. She knew that too. His name is Max and he was, and still is, the nicest boy in the collective group who stayed there she was told. It made her happy. She had always hoped he would be nicest of them all but in addition to being sweet, he was naïve as ever and boy was he skinny she thought once she saw him again.
Seeing as the woman, Celina, didn’t understand how it all worked she was warned by her butler to be “careful.” She didn’t care. All she wanted was her one adoptive son. She wanted Max. She had no desire for anyone else.
Once they parked, she got out. Inside, with her butler, they walked to meet with the administrator. He was anxious. He was happy Max was finally getting adopted. He wasn’t meant for this place. He didn’t know the young lady, who in his opinion easily could be his sister, but he didn’t know any better. Plus, she handed over a check to the organization. He looked at it and smiled.
“Miss, this is almost too much money,” he said.
Which she replied with “Well sir, seeing that my new son has been cared for, and I hope he has been, use that for good things.” He said it would be.
The woman, despite that she appeared sweet, affectionate, and prettier then anyone he’d ever seen before in his life was raised an only child. The boy would assist her in fulfilling her life in a manner of speaking. Where she was refined, he wasn’t. Where she was exquisitely beautiful, he was average looking. Where she wore all the best clothes in the world, he wore “rags,” so to speak. But all that would chance and soon.
As she expected, he was only a kid at the time. She knew that. In the limo, she did everything in her power to make him feel comfortable. She smiled upon seeing him. In the limo going home, she held his hand. Once home, they sat and talked. She was alone with her boy and they took walks as she led him around and told him about why she lived here. He listened and occasionally asked questions. She felt his naïve tendencies and urged him to be more assertive. That felt like a lost cause. Her voice, soft and tender as it was, made him feel comfortable as ever.
He was skinny and relatively tall. She had this sweet and slim, curvy looking figure. He noticed but none of that registered at that time. He was only becoming acclimated to the surrounding areas. She schooled him at home. Everything he needed, except sports, could be done at her home. He had almost, yes almost, everything.
Time moved on. Days and weeks and months came and went and with that one year turned into another. He was growing up, quickly. Se became prouder and prouder of her son. He changed so much. He was cuter by the day she said. She’d watch him as he came closer and closer to his eighteenth birthday.
And then it was about to happen. Years later, tomorrow, he was officially turning 18 years of age. “He’s going to be a grown man?” she said. “It’s soooo hard to believe.”
To her, that day before his birthday, was so darn different to her. She was laying in her silk pajamas that morning. The very wealthy, and still very young woman, thought about him. She thought about him a lot. She smiled as she did. She was proud of herself as she lay on her bed and thinking about what she’d done all those years ago.
She thought about it. She thought about all those years when he was all alone that he felt lonely. They had talked about it too. She thought about all those nights either he came to her room or she’d gone down to his room. They’d lay together and talk. She didn’t know about him but that made her feel nice. She thought about all those times she put her arms around him and snuggle with her boy. She also thought about how he cuddled against her and they’d talk.
“But tomorrow, well tomorrow, he’ll be 18,” she said aloud as she laid in bed alone.
She smiled as she stared off into nothing, looking at her ceiling, but in the depths of her mind thinking of him. And her of course too. She thought how he’d become such a fine son and all. Max was now a man and wore a man’s body she told herself as she smiled. She thought it all some more.
Mmmmmm, he has a warm man’s body with a man’s hands too. Maybe I’ll even let him, well maybe I’ll even let him…I don’t know…touch me somewhere. She smiled almost mischievously just as she thought up that idea. Mmmmmm, I’d sure love him against me. Once she thought that she murmured something quietly.
“Oooooohh, I’d love that! I’d love that for sure.” She smiled, nodded her head, and kept on looking up at the ceiling as she pictured his warm slender frame against her. “Okay, I know…I know,” she went on to add. “I’m his sister, biologically, but heck…he doesn’t know that now does he? And I know…I’m married too. Still I want it,” and she left it at that for now.
He’d gone to bed. However, again he could not fall asleep. It was early, really early too, and knowing tomorrow he’d be 18 she wanted to do something extra special for him. She heard him in his bedroom. He was moving around. He was “excited” for some reason. She didn’t know why but she could tell something bothered him.
He had become restless again, restless as usual, and deep into the night he wished he had someone there to comfort him due to the profound darkness floating into the window. He hated that. He hated that darkness surrounding him and he rocked and rocked and that made noise she did not understand.
He looked outside and not seeing any light out there he’d “moan” out loud. Yes, she heard it. He’d rock from left to right and he shook the bed, making it rattle all over, and yes she heard that too. She couldn’t stand it any longer. She had to help him out. She knew she had to do something so he would relax. He needed comforting, again. With that said she eased out of bed and left the room.
She went to go and comfort her son.
The clock said it was after 12:00 midnight. She smiled. He is now 18 years old. She took off her clothes, all her clothes, and started the shower. She stepped in and cleaned up quickly. Okay, yes, she was up early and she showered, putting on her make up, and once done doing that she got dressed for him and him only.
She pulled it off the soft hanger in her closet. She slipped on her sheer silky blouse. She loved wearing them. She wore sheer blouses almost all the time. Especially these because these enhanced the lovelier then ever shape of her slim and curvy physique. Oh, she knew they did that. She prided herself on her figure. That was for sure.
She reached in and grabbed a pair of her soft sleek pair of jeans. She slipped them on to her hips. She loved how they felt on her too. They always looked and felt great on her. And like the blouse they too made her look fabulous. She stopped in front of the mirror so she could look at herself.
It was time to go, time to visit her son. It was time to go make him feel good. Time to make him really good, she thought as she smiled. “And seeing as he is 18 today it sure is time to do that.”
She looked at herself again. It was after 12:30 in the morning. She smiled and turned and looked one last time at her exquisitely wonderful looking figure. Still, a tight and slender, but still a curvaceous one at that. And then she looked at them again.
Her breasts…so powerful looking she thought and thankfully still significant in life that she could use them to impress all men. Yes, she was proud of her figure. She was proud of almost everything about her body. She was ready and she turned and walked over to Max’s room.
She walked in and over to his bed. Sanding by it and smiling down at him she said Happy Birthday to him and then said “Max darling, shhhh honey…it’ll be okay.” She turned on one of his night lights he always loved having.
He looked up at her. Wow, again his mother, the woman he’d known for 8 whole years or so looked marvelous. He looked up at her in her sheer blouse and those tight fitting jeans and he was engrossed by the looks she carried about her. He quietly said hi to her and offered a meek smile as he looked at her exquisite figure.
“May I?” she said. “May I slide in beside you honey like I always do,” she said.
He moved over without questioning it at all. She eased into bed and slipped in next to him. He was a newly christened 18 year old man, she told herself as she smiled. He was still very slim and somewhat adolescent about everything too. She knew that but to her none of that mattered anymore.
“Here, let me put my arm around you like we always do dear,” she said. He let her. She pulled closer. He felt so comfortable once she did that. It felt…different. It felt…nice. It felt nice to feel his mothers body up against his. She smelled…good too and he saw her smile too. He smiled back as she turned her head and looked at him. He loved her eyes.
It felt warm against her soft lovely body. He liked how it felt to be against her again. He felt…safe. It was relaxing too. She was his “shield” so to speak. She brought him warmth he never understood. She brought comfort he never had in his life. She was soft. She was everything he never had in the life before living here. He loved her very much.
With her arm around him and his head on the corner of her body, he looked up and over. He didn’t move his head but his eyes moved about. All of a sudden, he noticed them. He locked in on them, staring hard at them once he noticed them. He did not look away. They were like these two small mountains which held their own just above her chest.
He stared hard at her bosoms and he wondered what they actually looked like without her lovely and sexy looking blouse on. Kids will be kids and men will be men, right? To him they were like, he didn’t know, but hers appeared to be fascinating. He kept staring at her breasts as she held him close. He was fixated on them. He looked at them as they rested under her silky blouse. He wanted to know so much more about them.
She noticed it, finally. “Honey dear, what is it you’re looking at?” She was slightly amused as she watched his eyes “ogle” them.
Immediately, his eyes moved stopped looking at them. He looked away. He looked at something passed her breasts. “Nothing really,” he replied. They laid there not moving barely but his eyes found them again. They found their way back to her boobs as they went up, down, and up and down. He locked in on them again. He couldn’t help himself. He was taken by them so again he found himself staring at her boobs.
“Honey, may I ask you something sweetheart?” He looked at her. She was smiling at him. She appeared to have this sweet, almost shy like smile across her lips. He smiled. “Have you been looking at my breasts dear?”
He swallowed hard. He felt embarrassed that he had been. He immediately blushed a deep red all over his face. He was shaking his head rapidly. He felt bad. “Uh…no mom, no I haven’t. I didn’t,” and he was shaking his head no as he replied to her, “you know look at them. No, I didn’t.”
But she knew better. She loved that Max noticed her breasts. It was an honor to have a man look at them. She didn’t mind that at all. She didn’t care at all. She wanted him to spend time looking at them. And so she said “It’s alright Max. It really is.” She paused. “To be totally honest with you, I’m happy…very happy in fact…that you have.”
She took a moment to herself and thought about her husband. Yes, they fucked, they had sex, but she only did that. She only had sex with the man. He never played around with her anymore. And for that matter, he was 25 years older then him. She wanted so much more at this point and she looked at Max and she smiled, warmly.
He looked up at her, his head still laying on the corner of her chest, and how she said what she said and in that tone which she said it made him feel so much better. He loved her voice. It was smooth. It was gentle. It was soft. And it was quiet too. She was soooo comforting in those ways. And especially as she ran her hand ran through his hair or over his head.
She saw him do it again and she smiled as he did it. He looked and ogled her breasts again and she knew then that he wanted to do it. She could tell by the look in his eyes. He had to do it but wouldn’t. Not to his mother he wouldn’t. Even with that sensuous looking blouse she wore which seemed to fall and lay on her so that every line or crease which existed on her upper body defined her boobs like they did; he wanted to reach out and do it only once. He wanted to feel them, touch them, but only if she would allow it.
“Honey,” she said again before pausing a moment. He did not look at her. His eyes remained where they were- on her breasts. She held him close against her warm remarkably wonderful frame. “Would you like to touch one of them?”
Her question stunned him. He instantly looked up and into her face and eyes. Is she like crazy he asked? Oh my God, really…really touch her breasts? No way, he thought. No way does a mother, my mother, ask something like that. Does she?
“It’s alright honey,” she added, softly and sweetly. “I won’t mind.” She smiled as she said it. “Go ahead. Go on and touch one of them. I won’t mind but be gentle.”
He was totally shocked by what she’d said. However, she did say to touch her boob. Honestly, she did say that didn’t she just say that? He looked at one of them. He looked back at her. She saw the shock in his eyes. She smiled. He looked back at one of her magnificent looking breasts again. And he looked back up into her eyes again. She was still smiling and nodding her head at him. He saw it. Her eyes were giving off that loveable, engaging, and “go-for-it” look. Smiling still, she nodded her head and as she did she pulled him closer.
“I really don’t mind if you do that honey. I really don’t,” she said again.
He couldn’t believe his ears. Did she just say what I heard her say? Max swallowed harder then he had before. Because in truth, he knew that doing that was what he wanted to do all along. He wanted to reach over and feel one of those tits. Her tits too. His moms boobs and although she was his mom…Max no longer cared whatsoever.
She had boobs. She told him to feel one. He was hungry, horny, and he was more then willing to do it too. However, he did feel a little odd about it. He didn’t want to be too rough if he did it. He didn’t want to be insensitive if and when he did it either. He knew he loved her. He had all the respect in the world for his mother but he also knew one more thing.
Max lusted for her breasts and there wasn’t any question about that either.
He reached out ever so slightly and as he did he looked up at her. She smiled as she watched him do it. His hand came closer. As it did he held it just above the very tip of her tit. He swallowed hard again. He looked up at her too and wondered if he was doing the right thing or not. She saw him and smiled and nodded at the same time as if to say “Honey its okay. Go on and do it. I won’t mind.”
She decided to help him out. “Here honey, let me help you out.”
With her free hand, she placed her hand on his. Holding it, she lowered his hand down, slowly, on the very tip of her boob. She had lowered it down gently and as it landed on her, she smiled and closed her eyes. He barely felt it. He felt the tip of her breasts though her tit was beneath the blouse and bra as well. None of that mattered any longer.
“Now you do it. Now feel it on your own dear,” she said, still smiling. “It’s alright. Either way, I’ll love it.”
She let go of his hand. Max watched her as he lowered his whole hand down on her boob. He touched her blouse. His body “exploded” with an arousing rate of inner adventure he did not comprehend. It sizzled. It tingled all over. His body wasn’t right as he laid his hand down on her boob.
He looked at her as he held it. She smiled at him. He loved that smile of hers too. She nodded as if to say what he was doing was perfect. He felt a little more comfortable as he held her breast in his hand. He left his hand where it was…barely on her tit. And she watched in harmony as it lay there and relaxed itself.
“Mmmmmm, it’s been a long, long time,” she said aloud.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“Ohhh nothing dear, nothing,” she told him.
“You mean since someone’s touched this, touched your boob?” he asked.
She nodded, saying “Yes dear, since someone’s felt my breast like you’re doing.”
He smiled and held his hand right on her boob. To both of them, for their own reasons, it felt incredibly wonderful, and seeing as it did they relaxed where they lay. And they fell together, his hand on her boob, and their bodies close together.
She woke up at around 5:15. It was still dark and she pushed off her jeans and got comfortable. He was half awake but laid silent in the dark. His hand was still where it was from earlier that evening. In only her blouse and panties she was comfortable with her son’s hand on her boob. She looked down, seeing if he was asleep or not. To her, it was a beautiful sight seeing as someone, her son, and for that matter in real life her brother was beside her and holding her tit in his hand.
She took hold of it and took it off her tit. She eased out of his bed, grabbed her jeans, and leaned over to kiss his forehead. She walked out quietly and carrying her jeans with only her blouse and bra and panties on. She felt good she told herself.
Later on in other clothes he walked in to the kitchen. He saw her and said “Hi mom, good morning.” She turned around and saw his beaming smile.
“Well good morning to you too baby and Happy Birthday as well,” she came back. They walked up to one another. Arms wrapped around the other and they hugged. They sat down and talked but not about the night before. Then out of nowhere she said “I’ll come back tonight if you want me too. Would you like that honey? I know I would,” she told him wearing a smile.
He looked at his mom. She was smiling but as he did his eyes went wide seeing as she said what she did. Immediately, he felt it. Almost right away he that tingling he’d felt down in between his legs. He felt he needed to do something about it right away to.
His face instantly tightened up. She saw it too and asked if he had a problem. He shook his head no but Celina knew better. They left the room and went their separate ways. He headed to his room but she took her time and slowly followed him there.
He didn’t know she had either.
In his room, he sat on his bed, tingling still. He never locked his door. The house, as far as he knew it, was quiet…as if nobody was anywhere around. He tried to relax and get comfy but he couldn’t. So he did it. He pulled down his pants. He rubbed it even though his underwear were on and as he did he pictured her half naked. He saw them too. He “saw” her breasts which, to him, had invited his hands to meet with them. He grew anxious as he allowed himself to picture his hands on her tits.
Just outside of his room, she stood watching him do it all.
She felt a little excited at his movements. She watched him when he took off his pants. She watched him when he rubbed his crotch. She grew a little excited once she saw that. It “felt” wonderful and exciting to her as she saw him caressing his balls. She reached up and did the same to her tits. She was relaxed. She grew anxious and more excited as she slightly egged him on to rub his cock some more and while she squeezed her boobs some more as well.
He sat there, tingling while he did it. He felt down inside his crotch again. He closed his eyes and his back stiffened up as he did. He rubbed himself again and soon enough pushed down his underwear. There was hair surrounding it all over the place she noticed. He took hold of his limp, limber cock, and once he did he closed his eyes. It was quite gratifying to him seeing as he finally palmed his cock and stroked it.
Very slowly, she eased open the door watching him as she did. She started to walk in and while she did she said “Looks like someone’s having a little fun.”
He just so happened to start moaning just before she said that. He had arched his back and stretched out as he began handling his cock. She noticed how his arms and hands were positioned around his lap and though he was facing away from her, and moaning again, she knew what was exactly happening as she entered his room, quietly.
She kicked off her shoes. In her stockings, jeans, and one of those elegant sheer blouses she always loved wearing she eased closer and closer to his bed. Her intention was to ease up on his bed, without him knowing, and put her arms around his body.
That’s when she knew she could help him out. She wanted to help him out. She wanted the boy to cum if that’s what her “baby” wanted.
So instead of doing what she originally planned she quietly said “Let me help you with that dear.”
He jumped. He was shocked that his mother walked in on him and he swallowed hard and quickly reached for his pants, which were down on the ground. When he swung down to get them he saw her, on his bed, smiling. “Oh uh mom uh what are you uhhh doing here?” he said.
She smiled again and said “Ohhhhhhh honey, all boys do what your doing. Women do that too. Even I still do that.” She smiled as she shook her head and added “I’m only here to help you out. You know, help give you some of my mothering love and attention. That’s all sweetheart.”
“Huh, pardon me?” he said.
“Here, let me show you,” she told him. She knelt over his shoulders and put her arms and hands over them. She slid her hands down the front of his chest saying “Mmmmmm, my son is growing up so much all of a sudden.” With that she got up against him and she put her arms around him more lovingly. She reached down and then took hold of his soft limber cock. She held it gently in her hands. She closed her eyes saying “Mmmmmm, this sure feels nice now that I’m able to do it again. It does to me.”
She squeezed it softly too, smiling as she felt it in her hands. “Ooooooohh baby, do you know how nice your cock feels to me?” He had no idea. He didn’t know at all. “It feels soooo so nice honey. It really does baby,” she added as she gently pumped his soft limber cock in her hands. “Oooooohh, you sure have a nice lean long cock. Did you know that? I think so,” she went on to say.
He felt as if he should be proud of himself and watched her hands and fingers as she stroked his cock. She was getting him harder. He mumbled something in response to it all. Soon enough he was groaning. Before either knew it his body started jerking. She got his once limber soft cock hard and moreTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
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