An unexpectedly expected phone call

I look over at Mom as she continues into the warrior pose: arms reaching forward and behind her, one knee bent in a lunge, with a triumphant smile upon her face. Her white spandex leggings and rose-colored sports bra, both of which seem specifically designed to accentuate the tight curves of her body, stretch against her body in their attempt to contain her beauty. Matching rose-colored tennis shoes sit on the floor next to her yoga mat, with her socks rolled up and stuffed into one of them.

Mom and I are just beginning the yoga session I promised her when my phone rings. I pick it up from the floor beside me to check the screen and see the call is labeled "Unknown." A sense of dread comes over me.

"Are you going to answer that?" she asks, looking over her outstretched shoulder at me. Mom scrunches her nose, a strand of blonde hair tickling her, and shakes her head to swing her loose ponytail behind her back.

"Right," I murmur and hit the answer button on my phone. Mom sneezes in the background.

The voice on the other end of the line sends a shiver along my spine.

"Hello, Dom," the distorted voice says. "We know what you have been doing. You are forbidden from researching the manufacturing, composition, or any other related information of the ****. This is your only warn--."

"Wait, wait!" I say, as I quickly leave the living room and step into the kitchen. "Don't hang up. Wait." My nootropic-enhanced mind edges my words along. "I just want to know a little about the side effects. That's all. I will gladly stop." I lean against the counter by the refrigerator and look at the spot where I kissed Mom, only a few days ago. Memories flash through my nootropic mind of her standing there, eyes boring into me, biting her lip.

Silence. One moment passes, then another.

"Very well. Proceed with your questions," the voice answers, and I detect a hint of amusement despite the distortion effect.

"You have this house bugged. You must know what is happening with my family. Is it due to the side effects of the pill?"

"Perceptive. Yes."

"Is it dangerous to them?"

"Your actions pose more danger to them than any side effect of the ****."

"And it is affecting my actions, isn't it?"

No answer. Or, maybe, that alone is answer enough. Fuck, I hate these people. No, no, I think, as my mind veers in another direction. I would still be a speck of mud on the bottom of my family's shoe without them.

I try a different question. "I was told to limit use to one per day. What happens if I take two? I did, yesterday... I was up late and unable to sleep. Are there other side effects?"

"You were told not to take two to prevent major disruption to your life. There are no known side effects other than the inability to sleep, similar to over-consumption of caffeine. However, the **** is still in trial, so new side effects may become apparent over time."

Fuck. I wonder what other minor lies I have been told, but it is pointless to question it at this point. They've caught me. All I can do is continue to play along, look for another opportunity, and try to uncover the truth. I consider other questions, but there is no point. This is a game I must participate in to continue pursuing my own goals, and they must continue participating to pursue theirs. They're playing with me like a marionette, stringing me along to whatever destination they have in mind.

"Okay," I answer.

"This is your only warning," the voice intones, deeper than before, and I wonder if I am now speaking to a different person. The distortion effect masks their identity, sure, but the shifts in tonality imply I was speaking to a woman before. Interesting.

Click.

The call ends, and I sag into the wall. For good measure, I check my call log and see that the call is deleted, again. No evidence of their contact remains. I snort in amusement. Of course.

"Dom?" I hear Mom's voice call from the living room. "Everything alright?"

"Yes, Mom," I call back. "Just a business phone call." I set aside the thoughts of the nootropic and resolve myself to two pills a day, carefully spaced apart at six in the morning and four in the afternoon. I'll have to see what the effects truly are and adjust.

I return to the living room to find Mom has moved on to another pose. Her legs are spread in a downward V, and her torso is bent towards her right knee, her opposite arm reaching upward in an extended side angle pose. Her thigh presses against her cleavage, causing her breasts to push outwards.

She faces away from me, and I use the moment to enjoy the sight of her ass poking out towards me, with her breasts fighting for space against her thigh.

"Going to watch me all day, or plan to join anytime soon?" she asks. I look up and realize she is watching my reflection on the screen of our turned-off television. Busted. I blush, but the softness in her voice tells me she is not upset.

"It's hard to look away from beauty like yours," I shoot back, coolly.

Mom chuckles and returns to a standing position then holds her hand out to me. "I don't know about that, Dom. Come, dear. I'll need your help shortly."

I take my position next to her once more, and she squats on the floor in a deep garland position, her knees reaching into her armpits and her hands pressed together in mock prayer. I do the same beside her, and she smiles at me. "An interesting position to see you in," she says, and I realize her eyes are wandering over my cock. I look down and see the bulge of my penis protruding against my athletic shorts, hanging loosely in this position.

"Sorry," I mutter, but she waves me away.

"Tell me about your week. I've barely seen you in days, you know."

"I know... I'm sorry about that. I've been too busy. I should've come to see you sooner."

"Busy swimming and going to rallies, I hear?"

My cheeks redden a little at her tone. Is it jealousy? "Yeah... Kelly needed me to be there. I talked to her like we agreed."

"Don't worry, dear. I don't intend to capitalize all of your time. And how did your talk with your sister go?" I follow Mom as we shift into a downward dog, rears poked into the air. She still watches me, blonde hair pooling around her reddening face, as I answer.

"She knows that Dan is a douche... She broke up with him. She needed something, she says. Dad dying did a number on her. No surprise there, of course. But I think I can be there for her now. She needs a positive male role model in her life. I don't want to replace Dad, but I need to fill the gap he left somehow."

"I agree," Mom says, then sinks lower into a plank. I do the same. "Both Kelly and Ashley need that. I need that. And I'm sure that you do too, in some way." Her voice lowers as she speaks, and I see a twinkle in her eye. She looks away, focusing on the television set ahead of us. "I'm sorry, Dom. That I didn't see it before. It seems so obvious now how I could have helped you all sooner."

With a deep heaving breath, Mom drops onto her knees and shifts into the cat-cow pose. Her knees spread, her back arched, and her ass poked into the air. I follow along as she rolls her back with deep breaths. As if she is a cat coughing up a hairball.

"Sexy," I mutter, and she giggles.

"Maybe not, but it does feel nice." I feel my body loosening and cannot help but agree with her.

"Mom?" I ask, looking at her.

"Yes, dear?" Her hips drop to the floor and she pushes up into a cobra pose. Her tits poke out from her chest, barely held by the rose-colored sports bra. Her nipples poke at the fabric from beneath, and I gulp.

"You know I love you, right?"

"Thank you, dear. I love you, too," she answers, but her words are empty. I can tell she is bothered by what I told her. I don't dwell on it though; I'll have plenty of opportunities in the future to rebuild her esteem as a mother. "Ready for some partner stretches?"

"Always," I answer.

Mom settles onto the floor in a seated position, her legs crossed. A faint blush spreads on her cheek. "I... thought we might try a different set of poses, this time. Would that be alright?" I nod. Of course. "Some of them may be a little too... intimate. I want to enjoy this with you, but I do not want to make you uncomfortable. You will stop me if you do not want to continue."

It wasn't a question or a suggestion. It was a command, with all of the weight of her motherhood behind it.

"Yes, Mom," I answer, trying to stifle my amusement. As if I would stop her, anyway.

She nods and smiles. I can't help but admire her beauty as she grins at me, and my desire swells within me. Before she can see my hardening erection, which I know will soon become problematic, I nod to her. "What's first?"

"Easy. Back-to-back meditation. Sit behind me, as I am sitting. Rest your shoulders against mine."

I follow her instructions. Our backs press against each other, and she sighs. Timidly, she murmurs, "Hmm. Your shirt, remove it. This won't be the same otherwise."

I don't hesitate. The shirt goes into a pile on top of her shoes. Our backs meet again, and I feel the warmth of her skin pressing against mine. "I understand what you mean," I say.

"Relax, Dom. Breath in..." She inhales, her shoulders rising against mine. "Exhale..." Our lungs breathe in unison, and the intimacy of this simple act enamors me. This woman, this beauty, this... goddess. How long have I been ignorant of her? My mind churns like a deep ocean storm as we breathe together in silence.

"Breath in..." she continues. We exhale, then repeat the cycle. A minute passes, then another. A trance-like feeling permeates me in the silence we share, only broken by the soft whisper of air leaving our lungs.

"Good, now raise your arms straight out." Mom raises her palms out to her sides, and I match her position. Her fingers interlock with mine in a brush of silk. "Now, follow my lead," she continues. She bends her torso to my left, guiding our hands down until they touch the ground, while our other hand reaches into the air. Our breathing continues, in sync, our shoulders still connected. She reverses the position and bends the other way. "Ah," she murmurs. "Okay, now turn to face me."

Her touch releases mine, and our arms fall to her side. I regret breaking the warm contact of her skin on mine, not wanting the moment to end. I sigh and turn to face her as she does the same. Mom crosses her legs and scoots in until our knees touch. I admire her beauty once again, and she smiles at me. "Enjoying it so far?"

"It's very relaxing," I say. "I feel at peace." I look away for a moment. "And connected. With you, I mean. I feel closer to you now than I have in a very long time."

She beams, her radiant smile almost overshadowing the pale pink hue on her olive cheeks. "Me too, dear. That's why I chose these poses. Now, let's continue. Place your right arm against my right hip, and I'll do the same. Then, reach around with your other... Yes, that's right."

Our fingers interlocked once more, and I enjoyed the soft feeling of her skin beneath mine. My touch lingers a moment too long against her waist, and the stroke of my finger against her hip causes Mom to close her eyes and take a deep breath. I follow her guidance, pulling as she does, and sigh as our torsos turn away from each other. "This is called the facing twist. Fun, isn't it?" she asks.

"Rather," I agree, and she chuckles.

"I know. Not the most exciting, is it?"

I only nod.

We continue into the next pose known as the "forward fold." Mom scoots away from me, much to my chagrin, but extends her hands out to take mine. She positions her legs splayed in front of her, knees pressed down to the floor, and feet meeting in the middle, and I do the same. "Now, I will pull. You relax."

I nod as she leans back in a familiar position. Unlike before, the distance between us prevents my hands from being dragged across her breasts. I start to wonder if any of these positions Mom has in mind are as intimate as she is worried about. We continue the position for a while longer, my gaze interlocked with Mom's, and my mind calms. Maybe it isn't physical intimacy, but it is the most intimate thing we have ever done. I never noticed the greyness of her irises, or the subtle shades of brown intermixed with her blonde hair, until now.

We switch sides, and I continue observing her. The faint signs of aging on her smooth skin. A chestnut freckle here and there. A barely perceptible mole on her rib cage, just on the edge of her bra's support band. I feel as though I am seeing her, truly seeing her, for the first time, despite the **** senses my nootropic mind has given me over the past few weeks and the moments we've already shared.

She releases my hands, her eyes still locked with mine, and motions for me to come closer. "Closer," she says, and I shuffle even further. Our knees touch. "Closer," she says, smiling. "Place your legs around my waist." I do as she instructs and find myself only inches from her face. "Arms around my back," she says. I find her arms crossed behind her. "This is a supported back stretch. I will lean back, and you will support me."

I nod as I lower her backward. I shudder as the motion causes my cock to rub against her crossed calves. She giggles but says nothing. As she comes back up, slowly, her abdomen tensing and contracting up the pressure, she pulls me in and plants a short, soft kiss on my lips. Then she leans back again, repeating the movement. Another kiss.

"I could get used to this," I say as she leans backward.

"It is nice, isn't it?" she answers, and we repeat it a few more times.

Finally, her arms unwind from behind her, and she asks to switch positions. We shuffle on our mat until I am on the bottom, legs crossed below me and arms crossed behind my back, with Mom scooting into my lap. Her legs wrap around my waist and pull her onto me. I gulp as I feel her press against the semi-hard erection poking along the leg of my shorts.

She weaves her arms behind my back and pulls herself even closer until she is sitting directly in my lap and her heels dig into the ground behind me. My cock actively presses against the bottom of her thigh, and I know there is no way she doesn't feel it. I look into her eyes and don't see anything other than love and adoration, though. No shame. No fear. Maybe some hesitance. Just myself reflected through her emotions.

"Okay, lean back," she murmurs, and I do. She leans into me, following my movements, and my cock twitches as her breasts press against me.

She pulls me back up, and I notice the pink hue on her cheeks has deepened to match the rose-colored tint of her sports bra. Her breath is soft and warm against my lips. I find myself enthralled in the depth of her gaze, being pulled in until our lips meet once again. Unlike our earlier kiss, our union is not short or sweet; I kiss Mom with every ounce of desire I feel for her, further fueled by her legs tightening around me, pulling her even closer onto my lap, and pressing my erection harder into her thigh. My hands unwrap themselves from behind my back and find their way to hers until my fingers are tracing shapes along her spine.

"Mphm," she murmurs, our kiss still unbroken.

My fingers find their way higher, to the tight support band of her sports bra, eagerly exploring her flesh in an entirely new way. My tongue slowly searches for hers, and a whimper escapes Mom's lips as it finds its target. Her hands dig into my back, pulling her even closer, forcing her chest against mine. Her breasts softly bulge against me as she rolls her hips against my groin, and a faint moan builds between us. I kiss her harder in response and grab onto her hips, forcing her against me.

"Dom," she says, her eyes opening for the first time in minutes as she finally breaks our kiss. "I... think you may be a little uncomfortable, aren't you?" Her breath is deep and heavy, and the hungry look in her eyes betrays the lust building within her.

I feel disappointed as she slides off of my groin, but the feeling passes as one of her hands traces the waistband of my shorts. "Maybe I could help that?" she asks, her voice suddenly nervous. "If you want. Only if you want."

"I would love that, Mom," I answer, and she beams. Lips still broken in a hungry smile, her fingers explore beneath my shorts until they find my throbbing cock. Mom's touch sends is the touch of an angel, and I fight the surge of pleasure running through me, trying to last longer for her.

Her gentle fingers tease along my cock until she finds my head, and her finger brushes against the sensitive skin behind it. "Mom," I murmur, and she grins. Her lips return to mine, continuing our kiss, tongues exploring the other and lips interlocked, as she grabs ahold of my cock and pulls it free of my shorts. It stands proud against my abdomen, eager to meet her, with a bead of precum dripping down my cockhead.

"Oh my," Mom says, as her fingers trace its shape in its entirety. She pulls away for a moment, and my lips slow, but her fingers quickly return and grab a firm hold of my shaft. "I didn't expect such a large... package, Dom, but I will do my best," she says in between passionate kisses.

I ignore her, uncaring. This is already the best. My hands return to their exploration as Mom jacks me off, eager to feel every surface of her body. From her waist, around her back, and down her arms. I feel my orgasm approaching, but I won't allow this moment to pass without feeling more of my mother.

My hands run up her sides, eliciting a coo from the woman who birthed me, until they meet the support band of her sports bra again. Without stopping, I grab the sports bra and pull it overhead. Mom's arms immediately follow, her hand leaving my cock for a moment of respite. I toss it on top of my shirt next to us and return my touch to her newly freed breasts, just as her hand resumes stroking me. "Ah, Dom," she mutters, her eyes closing at my touch. Her chest flushes to match her cheeks, and she bites her lip in anticipation.

Her breasts are beautiful. Firm, despite her age, but still falling in a natural teardrop. Larger than I can hold, with hard, pink nipples like forbidden candy. My hands sink into her flesh with enthusiasm, her nipples squeezed between my fingers, and she moans. "Ah! Dom," she whimpers, biting her lip. Her hand picks up pace, and I feel my cock swelling.

"I'm going to cum," I murmur. "Fuck, Mom!" In one last moment of clarity, I finally break away from her lips and plant a sporadic row of eager kisses down her neck, each one sending a tremor through her body. My vision narrows as I continue southward, Mom leaning backward to give me space until my lips take her nipple into my mouth and suck on it.

"Ah! Ah," she whimpers, shaking, her grip tightening and hand moving between us in a rapid-fire motion against my cock.

I savor the taste of her, the feeling of her in my mouth, as I let go of everything else and allow my orgasm to overtake me. Waves of pleasure pulse and leap from me, erupting from my cock in a stream of cum and coating Mom's abdomen and under-breasts. I break away, falling backward onto the floor, as Mom continues to straddle my lap and jack me off. Her free hand grabs one of her breasts and squeezes her nipple, pulsing with the shivers coursing through her body, and I realize she is cumming alongside me. I meet her eyes and see the pleasure within them. She bores into me with that seductive look, unblinking, as she slows down her stroking to a bare rub, then gently teases the last of the cum out of my cock.

Her stomach, arm, and hand are coated with my cum. Some of it had even managed to spray against the bottom of her breasts.

Finally, we still.

"Wow," I murmur, still staring into her eyes.

Mom beams at me, slides back onto my thighs, and gently covers my softening cock with my shorts. Without saying anything, she grabs a towel from beside our mats and wipes the cum from her chest. My cock pulses again at the sight of her cleaning my fluids off of her, enamored by the sight of her breasts being pushed and prodded by hand hands.

She wipes her arms and hands, then tosses the towel back onto the floor. "You're beautiful," I say, enjoying the last glimpse of her breasts before she pulls her sports bra back on.

"I..." Her broad smile falters for a moment, and I see a look of confusion on her face. "I hope you don't think differently of me now. I know it isn't right, what I just did. You're my son, and I--."

Before she can continue, I propel myself up and wrap my arms around her back once more. I drag her back onto my waist and feel her legs locking behind me. Our faces are only an inch or two apart at most. Mom seems horny, frozen, confused, and maybe alarmed. "Mom," I start, slowly. "I want to be very clear. As long as you enjoyed it, there is nothing wrong with what we just did. I love you. I want to be the man of the house. I want to take care of you. I want to provide you with everything you want to make you happy." My hands drift lower, onto her hips. I pull her closer, grinding her cunt against my already hardening cock. She whimpers and leans into me, her chin resting on my shoulder, as I continue whispering into her ear. "I will never leave you. I will never hurt you."

"Tell me..." Mom huffs, now grinding against me on her own, "More." My hands drift down her hips, grabbing onto her toned ass, and she yelps. I guide her movements against my cock, feeling her soft, plush pussy through the thin barriers of our clothes. She relaxes and allows me to guide her.

"You're my mother. You're my friend. You're my lover..." Her breath comes in short gasps. "You're mine."

I feel her bite her lip and press herself into my neck, planting kisses against my ear. "Ah, Dom, what are you doing to me?"

"Everything. Anything," I whisper back, my warm breath sending another shiver along her spine. Her skin prickles against mine, and I feel her body tensing. "Whatever you want, Mom. You're mine, and I am yours. Anytime, anywhere."

"Ah," she whimpers, unable to control herself. Her lips part, and she sinks her lips against my neck in an expression of lust and love.

"Cum for me, Mom. Cum for your son."

"AH!" she gasps, her body spasming again. "Ah, fuck, fuck, Dom!" she whimpers, pulsing against me. Her pussy throbs against me, the wetness of her desire leaking through onto my cock, and I smile into her hair.

Her orgasm slows, then ends, and Mom sags into me. "Dom... I haven't... Oh my."

I pull her hair from its ponytail and gently stroke it. "It's alright, Mom."

"You're hard again... I don't know how... So soon. Do you want me to...?"

"No, Mom. I want to enjoy this, for now. There is time for that later." I feel her nod into my neck. She breaths deeply against me, her fingers tracing faint shapes along my back. We sit in silence for some time, our breathing joining together in a singular pattern, as we both recover from our explosive morning. I feel a line of wetness streak down my neck, and I recognize it as a tear.

"Mom?"

"Sorry, dear... I just... never thought I would experience these feelings again. Thank you for that." She takes a deep breath, holds it, and slowly releases it. "Alright." Mom sighs and rolls off of me. A finger wipes the tears from her eyes. "Despite how much I'd like to continue sitting there with you, I think that is enough of the easy poses, don't you agree? Ready to start sweating?" I've been sweating for a while now, but I nod nonetheless. "Twin tree!"

"Oh fuck," I murmur.

"Language!" Mom admonishes, but she chuckles after and shoots me a sly grin. She seems different, now. Freer. Happier. I realize I must be the first person she has touched since... since Dad died.

We stand, and I take position leaning against Mom's back. She also leans into me, and we slowly squat down into a seated chair. The pressure we exert against each other helps to support our pose, but my legs soon are burning. "How are you still up?" I ask, exasperated.

"It's... hard..." Mom grunts back.

"Phrasing!" I say, but hardly another moment passes before she collapses, and I fall backward. Her laugh is a peal of bells as I hit the floor, roll onto the yoga mat, and stagger back up.

"Sorry, dear. I meant to warn you."

I rub my rear and chuckle. "I think I'll be the one needing a massage after this."

She gives me an oddly seductive grin and bites her lip. "I wouldn't mind that, you know." Interesting. An image of Mom dressed in a robe, on my back, rubbing lotion into my skin, and breathing softly into my ear stirs my desire again.

"Come on, one more time."

We do the twin tree position once again, and I manage not to fall into the floor this time. Mom seems proud. I wipe a bead of sweat from my forehead with my shirt and toss it back onto the floor. I look down and realize my abdomen is glistening, and Mom's skin is doing the same. She wasn't joking about this being a workout.

Mom's chest rises and falls with heavy breaths, and she points to the mat as she drinks from a water bottle. "One last pose. Then we're done. Lay down flat on the mat."

I take the position and look up at her, amused and wondering what **** she would inflict on me next. She places the water bottle down and walks over to me with a pensive look in her eyes. Resolve builds, and I see her determination surface. Without saying anything, she steps one foot over my waist so that she stands above me, and then lowers herself on top of me. Her knees sink to each side, placing her intimate areas right against mine. Her eyes close as the dampness of her yoga pants brushes against me, but she doesn't stop. Her legs slide downwards as she lays directly on top of me until she is entirely supported by my body with none of hers touching the floor.

"This is known as the double corpse," she murmurs into my chest, barely audible.

"I quite like it," I say, stroking her hair with one hand. She breaths into my neck, deep and slow, and I find myself once against matching her breathing.