Introspection

Lisa POV:

As the day turns to the evening, Lisa stirs. She finds herself on the living room couch, cradling her baby boy in her embrace. His hair tickles her skin, his entire body pressed against hers. Soft snores sound from between his lips.

She takes a while to look at him as he sleeps. He looks peaceful right now - a stark contrast to earlier, when he'd been so energetic, so **** for her seed. He looks radiant, with just enough muscles to appear lean and toned, and so deliciously round in other places. Her hands wander down to his butt and caress it lovingly. It's so soft and smooth against her fingers and palms, like satin or velvet. It makes her want to bury her face between his cheeks and lick and suck on that sweet little ass of his.

Lisa, what's going on with you? Where are all these thoughts coming from? This little devil jumps onto your cock and your self-control crumbles completely? He does a couple of chores and you straight up agree to run around the house naked?

Her other hand moves to his belly, still noticeably extended, holding such an irrefutable proof of her love. The cum inside is supposed to be extremely healthy for men, she knows this, but then again literature and science both agree that it's not enough to sustain a man.

So why hasn't he eaten anything yet? He must be starving by now. And you're just sitting here stroking his sexy... round... belly.

As her left hand is gently rubbing his belly, she notices with a start that her right one has started to slowly circle his anus with her index finger. It's so forbidden, so tight... And so very inviting...

She jerks her hand away as if it were stung by an electric jolt - but then lays it on his left butt cheek again after a moment's hesitation.

Pull yourself together, girl! What the hell? You're acting like a horny teenager.

And what is up with her balls? They seem to refill at an alarming rate! Now that she is aware of it, a quick mental check confirms that she is ready to go again. She has never felt so aroused, so hungry... And yet she has so much energy! She's almost bursting with desire... And it's all directed towards Doug! She can't believe how hot he's making her feel!

And yet, something seems wrong with it all. It just doesn't fit! She's always been so shy, so reserved. It feels like a fantasy... Like something out of a dream. A very erotic, very arousing dream...

"What's happening with me?" She asks herself softly, without really meaning to speak aloud. "Why can't I control myself around you, my sweet son?"

Doug seems to have heard this, as his eyelids flutter open. "Mmh, Mom," he mumbles sleepily and then yawns. "I felt that finger, you know." Lisa blushes crimson, as she realizes that Doug caught her finger circling around his asshole. "Why did you stop?"

"I'm sorry," Lisa says as she hugs him tighter. "I shouldn't have done that, I'm so ashamed of myself..."

"Don't apologize," Doug replies as he nuzzles in against his mother's chest, "I liked it. I'm sure you could make me cum from that alone..."

Lisa pulls back a bit and looks at her son with an intent expression. "Are you serious right now?"

"Totally! Mature adults and all that, right, mom?"

Lisa flushes at this revelation, her heart racing. She slowly begins to stroke her index finger over his anus again, feeling it flex and relax under her touch. The sensation sends shivers through her spine. "You are so naughty... My sweet, cute boy." She is hyper-aware of the signals her finger is sending into her brain, circling around her son's oh-so-delectable hole in gentle, caressing motions. Its tender rim yields with just the right amount of resistance, seemingly inviting her inquiring finger to push just a little bit harder.

"Is that bad?" Doug whispers into her chest.

Without really thinking about it, she adds a second finger against his tight ring, continuing to probe his sexy rim a little firmer. "Not at all, sweetie. You are a beautiful young man who deserves to explore his sexuality the way you feel most comfortable with."

"But are you okay with this?" Doug asks nervously.

"If you are, then so am I," Lisa assures her son. "I love you so much, and I am so proud of the man you are becoming." She kisses the top of his head.

He smiles up at her with relief and happiness. "You're the best mom ever."

They lie there for a few minutes longer in silence. Doug has closed his eyes, breathing quietly against her bosom, focussing on the circular motion of his mother's fingers around his puckered ass muscle. There's a part of her that never wants this moment to end, lovingly massaging the velvety texture of her son's rim, lost in the sensation and her love for her boy. Finally, Doug breaks the quiet. "You can push them a little inside, if you want," he says softly.

Lisa freezes for a second, her fingers resting on his sphincter. He looks up with pleading eyes, and she realizes she's lost the fight for her self-control yet again.