“Are you really telling me there’s nothing more you want from your life?” I asked. “You’re perfectly happy with everything?”
“This… this isn’t the right way to help me,” she said.
I opened my mouth and sucked gently on the part of her shirt that I guessed covered one of her nipples. Mostly I just tasted shirt, but it was more of a symbolic gesture than anything.
Mom didn’t want to admit it, but she needed this. She loved me too much, she always had. I was the only guy in her life and that made things complicated. It was a lot of pressure on me to be everything for her, but she’d spent so long being everything for me that I had to try.
“You’re so much like you’re father,” she said in a small voice. “In so many ways. I… I don’t know what to do.”
“Yes you do.”
Mom shook her head, but the gesture soon turned into a sigh of resignation. She wanted to fight her desires and continue to argue with me, but I was winning. She pulled her shirt up over her breasts, baring them to me, then lifted my head into a nursing position. I closed my eyes and latched on to her nipple with nothing between us this time.
The change was immediate and overwhelming. Mom’s breasts were so warm and soft, and direct physical contact with them awakened desires from deep within me. My body knew what to do without any input from my brain. My cock began to come to life in my pants.
“I tried so hard to be a good mother,” Mom said. “I wanted to take care of you.”
“You did a good job,” I said, my voice muffled slightly. “Maybe you did too good of a job. I think somehow I never saw other girls as being up to your level.”
“What about the one you had a crush on? You could still-”
“I never had a chance. I’m not sure I ever really wanted to succeed.”
“Oh, sweetie…”
I switched breasts, wrapping my lips around Mom’s other nipple and sucking on it in turn. My body didn’t seem to be aware that there was no milk to be had. Mom started stroking my hair again. She might have been conflicted, but in her eyes I saw only her love for me. It was the one emotion that ruled her life more than any other. She couldn’t help what she felt.
“It’s getting late,” she said.
“So?”
“Let’s go to bed.”
“Mom, that’s not-”
“Shhh, just come with me.”
I sat up, freeing Mom from being trapped under me. We both stood, and I waited to see what she was going to do. I half-expected her to run straight to her room and lock the door behind her. She didn’t. She took my hand and led me down the hall, passing my room altogether. She guided me next to her bed, then stopped me.
Wordlessly, she pulled her shirt off. It had been pulled up high enough that it hadn’t been doing any good anyway. She made no attempt to cover her breasts, displaying them casually to me as if it was an everyday thing. They looked so good on her, filling out her chest perfectly. I couldn’t help staring more than I meant to. I had a full erection, and I wasn’t sure when exactly that had happened. It didn’t seem like it would be going anywhere anytime soon.
Mom stripped down to her panties and climbed into bed. I belatedly followed her lead and pulled my shirt off. I was more hesitant about taking off my pants, but I knew I’d just feel stupid if I backed out at that point. It wasn’t like she couldn’t already see that I was hard.