“Well you’re wrong. I do need you.”
He grasped her hand and guided it to his shorts. With a familiarity bordering on instinct, her fingers curled around the massive barrel of his erection and began stroking it. God, she missed touching him.
“He’s been aching for you, mom. He needs you… so badly. Only you know how to touch him.”
The look of tortured need on her beloved boy’s face made her mother’s heart melt. She reached up and touched his face with her other hand.
“Oh… my poor babyy. I- I need… you… too.”
Garrett closed his eyes, relishing his mother’s loving touch. He opened them again to gaze into her lovely eyes, and began to close the distance between them.
“I love you, mom. I want you.”
Kristen’s heart pounded violently, filled to the brim with a confusing mix of lust, love, guilt, and fear. She slid her hand from his cheek and placed them over his lips, pushing weakly.
She shook her head slowly, her teary eyes wide, “Baby… we c- can’t. I promised… your father… this is wrong.”
Garrett paused his advance, his blue eyes burning into hers, “Does that matter?”
Kristen was shocked at his amorality. Was this the reflection of her deepest self?
He disclosed, “I don’t care if it’s wrong. I just have one question.”
“What?” she whispered, eager to know.
He lowered his arms from the wall, wrapping them around her body. His fingers stroked her shoulders over her tanktop, her bare stomach, her hips confined in yoga pants. He pulled her close, pressing the hard slab in his boxers against her tight gym clothes, the heat setting her core on fire.
“Is it what you want?”
Taking her eyes slipping shut in pleasure as her approval, he resumed his approach. He grasped her blonde head with his large hand, and pulled it to him, rekindling their forbidden love with her surrendered kiss.
Divorced to such heights of passion for so long, Kristen ‘s conscious grew hazy as lust conquered her soul. The very training that she had bequeathed to her son now conquered her attention, his hungry lips, rapacious hands, and eager tongue reducing her to a dazed schoolgirl. She barely remembered being picked up and walked up the stairs towards her son’s room. Through the fog of her mind, she briefly wished that the boy would walk them to her marriage bed, but then quickly remembered that Garrett’s room was their designated sanctuary.
She felt her feet touch the ground and watched as her son began undressing.
The familiar sight triggered her associated routine, and she stripped naked. Just as she bent down to pull away her yoga pants, she stood up to find her tall, tanned paramour walking towards her, his ludicrously large erection bobbing before him. She looked up at him when he was close, his blond hair glistening in the sunlight streaming from the window.
He pulled her into him, her chin resting on his sternum, her breasts pressed against his abdomen, her soft mound squshed against his diamond hard-on. Her hands rubbed his shoulders, whilst his fingers explored the curve of her ass, dislodging her panties.