This is so wrong! She shouldn’t feel this good, and I shouldn’t even be feeling her like this!
Emily made a soft moaning noise and brought her eyes up to meet his. Her robe had slipped open a little more, exposing her breasts up to the edge of her nipples. She continued moving her leg in tiny undulating motions, as though trying to tempt Justin into taking things even further.
“Mom,” he whispered.
Part of Justin desperately wanted to set aside things like logic, reason, and the nature of their familial bonds, and just see what happened. Justin wanted to experience all of her, all of his mother, and the thought made him feel unbelievably turned on and a little disgusted with himself. He just wanted to see how far he could take it, and find out whether she would stop him or not.
“Do you want to watch the movie, sweetie?” His mom slowly let her lips draw closer to his. She ran her hands over her breasts, as though preparing to pull the robe open and reveal herself to him.
She’s my mother!
“I… uh, I have to, uh, email somebody!” It took all of Justin’s will, but he pulled himself back. He closed his eyes and took a deep, calming breath.
“Okay honey,” she said. “That’s fine.”
Justin looked over at her. She was suddenly calm, composed, and looked, well, like his mother. She’d retied the robe and wore it in a way that seemed modest and appropriate. It was almost like he was staring at a different woman from the one he’d just been hugging. She turned away from him and started loading up the dishwasher, scraping off plates and kneeling down to place them in.
“Maybe tomorrow we could, though?” asked Justin. His mother looked over at her shoulder at him and smiled.
“Yes, maybe tomorrow,” she said. “We’ll just have to wait and see.”
***
Justin slept surprisingly well that night. He managed to avoid thinking about everything that had happened until climbing into bed, and passed out fairly quickly.
Waking up was another story. He was dreaming about sex, and the subject of his dream was the most beautiful, desirable woman he’d ever seen in his life. Every time he looked at her face, however, she would turn away. She seemed familiar to him, but it was as though his brain intentionally short-circuited each time he tried to identify her. The name was on the tip of his tongue, and the tip of her tongue was on his…
“Honey? Are you awake?”
Justin heard his mother’s soft voice and slowly, with a great force of will, opened his eyes. He was lying on his back, and jutting up against the sheets below his stomach, like a newly formed mountain in the middle of the bed, was his aching erection. He blinked, and realized that his mom was staring at it, too.
“Mom!” Justin blushed and rolled onto his side. “Uh, good morning!”
“I just wanted to see if you were awake.” Emily glided into the room with soft steps. She’d changed into a nightgown, one that looked to be about a size too small on her, and it revealed a scandalous amount of curvaceous cleavage and naked thigh.
“I’m awake,” said Justin. “Well, I mean, I’m in the process of waking up.”