Hearing the angst in her voice, the boy pulled her head to his chest, his remorse suddenly overpowering his feelings of desire.
“It’s not your fault. It’s was mine. I r-r-raped you.” He said.
On hearing that, his mother pulled her head back and looked straight up at him.
“No! Don’t ever say that!” she said with force, “You are young and could not help yourself. I have forgotten how lusty boys — I mean young men your age can get.” Then she added “BUT you never raped me.”
With a surprising show of strength, she pulled the boy’s head against her bosom.
“Please, sweetheart. Please don’t ever think that. It was my fault! I should have never have gone to your room.”
“But Mum, “protested the boy, “If I didn’t come to your bedroom after and…”
“No darling, “interrupted his mother, “You did not rape me.” She pulled his head tighter to her chest. “It is not if I put up much of a fight.”
They said nothing for a few moments. The boy felt his mother’s large chest against his face. Images of her breasts naked appeared in his mind and he felt his arousal starting to overpower his feelings of guilt.
“Oh, Mum. I-I-I know I shouldn’t say this.” And then he paused.
His mother lifted his head up. “Yes, honey.” She said, looking into his face with concern. She had stopped crying by now.
He looked at her. Christ! She looked so good. So horny. So fuckable. Taking a deep breath he said: “It did feel so good. I-I-I never thought it would feel so good.”
Seeing his mother’s mouth in surprise, he quickly added “But if I hurt you in anyway…”
She looked at him for a few seconds before replying.
“Oh my God, No,” she admitted, “You did not hurt me. Not at all. In fact…” she caught herself before she said anything further. His cock sprung to a full erection as he realised that his mother almost admitted that she had enjoyed last night.
She had enjoyed their fuck.
She then looked up at him. “But it was so wrong what we did.”
“But it felt so good.” The boy said again.
“But it was wrong. I am your mother and you are my son. We shouldn’t do things like that — no matter how good it feels.” She said.
The boy’s face was only inches away from his mother’s. He studied his mother’s lips. Christ! He wanted to kiss her. He had to kiss her. That thought caused his stone-hard erection to throb even more painfully.
“Mum? Can I kiss you.” He blurted out.
She looked at him and then offered her cheek.
“N-no.” he stammered, “I want to kiss on the lips.”
“What?”, she said looking up at him in surprise.
“Please? Just this once.” he pleaded.
“No. It is not right.” Though to the boy’s ears, his mother sounded hesitant. Ignoring her pleas, he gently kissed her mouth. She did not kiss him back. He pulled away.
“Honey. Don’t” she gasped as he kissed her again.
“Honey..” a third kiss.
“No.” a fourth but this time he felt her return his kiss.
The fifth and her kiss was stronger.
He had won. Groaning, he brought his mouth firmly onto hers. His tongue snaking inside her mouth to duel with her own. He heard her moan as he grabbed hold of one of her breasts through the nightdress.