Mother -Son Time

Mom led me upstairs. Instead of the main bathroom, she took me to her room, where the master bathroom was located. Mom stopped me in front of the shower. It was enclosed by a plate glass door. Inside were ceramic tiled walls and floor, large enough to fit at least two people. She didn’t appear to be phased at all about her own nudity as she turned to face me. She reached out and started stripping me as well!

I wasn’t about to complain!

I let my mom pull off my shirt and tug down my pants. All the while, I enjoyed a close up view of her heavenly body. Her normally restricted and held together mammaries jiggled freely as she shimmied down my boxers. I could not believe my day right now. Standing naked in front of my equally undressed mother, about to share a shower together! My dick was rock hard, ready to burst at the slightest graze.

It was less than five minutes ago that I was being scolded by this very same woman for inappropriate looks towards my sister. Now, she was presenting herself in front of me like a stripper, except not dancing. I wonder if there’s a sub-trigger to get her to dance for me. She stared at me with a small grin. Shit, she’s waiting for me to do something. What should I do? I reached out and grabbed her heavy globes, giving them a squeeze. Her pupils went small and she stared at me even harder.

“RYAN!”

I bolted out of the room!

Fuuuuuuuuck! What happened?! I thought I was invincible! What went wrong?! Did the stupid 8-ball set a trap for me?! My mom was letting me suck on those tits earlier! Why’d she get all freaked out now?! Wait a minute! Why the fuck am I running?! I could have clapped my hands and made her forget the whole thing!

Sure, I should have gone for the clap trigger right away, but there was something about the tone and immediacy of Mom’s voice that instantly gave me the flight response. I guess I’m too used to that voice being followed up by a world of suffering.

Already hidden behind my door, it may already be way past thirty seconds. I clapped my hands together anyways. Three loud claps rung in my room, like a prayer to ward off mad mommas. I waited, ear cupped to the door to listen for anyone approaching. I heard Mia’s door open and Mia called out, “Mooom? You OK?”

I heard her bare feet pad across the hallway toward the master bedroom. There was some muffled conversation and then the footsteps returned. My heart beat raced and I braced myself against the door to keep my sister from barging in. I was still buck naked and I didn’t want to have to come up with an excuse for her, along with figuring out what to say to Mom. Thankfully, she didn’t try to get in. Instead, I heard her door open and close and then things went silent again. I breathed a sigh of relief.

I locked my door, just in case. If I got in trouble for that, at least I could just make up some lame punishment. What I was in the dark about was how much Mom remembered about what just happened between us and how much of that she’s pissed about…

Hey 8-ball! You must think that was hilarious, huh?

Silence.

Sure, I can suck on her tits, but nope, can’t touch them! How does that even make any sense?!

Silence.

Yeah, that’s convenient…

Of course, deep down, I knew that it was my doing. If the latest trigger was like a lot of the others, I should have known that stepping too far would negate it. What will she remember now? I thought back to the start of this whole crazy 8-ball escapade; Mom caught me with her panties. She’s long since forgotten about that. Maybe it will go like that and things won’t be so bad…

As I tried to calm myself down over the situation, I heard a knock on the door. The hairs on my back sprung uup.

“Ryan? It’s mom… can I come in?” the voice behind the wooden barrer said.

That was a first. Normally, Mom would just walk in. She didn’t even try opening the door, or else, she would have found it to be locked. I quickly grabbed stuff to put on as I told her, “Hold on…”

I opened the door a crack to see outside. Sadly, Mom was back in clothes again. She put on a pair of baggy sweatpants and a tight fitting tank top. Maybe she was trying to look more homely, but the light blue tank was a size too small and I could easily make out her form underneath. I **** myself to stare at the floor as I let her in.

Mom looked around my room before saying, “Look, hon, we need to talk about what just happened… sit…” she gestured for me to sit on my bed and joined me as soon as I did. “Ryan, sweetie..” she started, trying to form the right words.

“It’s ok, punish me, I can take it,” I told her, trying to come up with something for the occasion.

Mom shook her head, “No, you’re not at fault… I shouldn’t have… well, I was the one being inappropriate…”

“Huh?”

The busty blonde in the tight tank top took a deep sigh. I tried not to stare as her heaping bosom pushed out toward me, then back down again.

“I mean… what was I thinking? Bringing you in with me to the bathroom… naked!” Mom said out loud, not quite believing what she was saying. I didn’t have a ready explanation for it either, so I stayed quiet. Either I already used my claps today or she might not have heard it, so I guess I’m stuck dealing with this some other way. If only she would punish me, then she’d chalk it up as even.

Mom put her hands on mine and looked me in the eyes. “Son, I’m sorry.”

“Sorry? Wait… why are YOU sorry?”

Mom took in a deep breath and exhaled again. It took all of my will power to keep my eyes trained on hers as her boobs settle back in place. I could feel my dick stiffening up again from the skin on skin contact, and the proximity of those warm, inviting pillows. I could even feel the warmth of her breath as she spoke to me.

“Sometimes I forget that you’re adopted, son,” she explained. I raise an eyebrow. Was she dissing me? “I love you just as much as I love the girls, you know. You’re family, blood related or not.”

“Uh…” I replied, still not sure where she was going with this.

“Look, I can understand. You’re practically an adult now, you have urges like any grown boy would have… I can even understand those desires being directed to those in your household… those that aren’t blood related...”

Alarm bells started ringing in my head. She was onto me! She was calling me out for being a perverted creep! Was she going to throw me out of the house? Call the cops?! Do I run?!

“It’s alright. It’s natural,” she said. I blinked, dumbly, but relaxed my shoulders as well. “It’s natural to have feelings, but like I said, we are a family. I’ve raised you since you were small, watched you grow. You’re my son in everything but blood.” She smiled at me proudly, “That’s why I want the best for you!”

I nodded quietly.

“That’s also why I’m sorry for the way I behaved earlier. I don’t know what came over me. It felt like a normal thing to do, but it isn’t. We are mother and son, and you’re too old for me to be giving you showers. It’s not appropriate.”

I felt a pang of embarrassment for being called out for what I tried to do. I also felt an urge to ask her if she’d help me shower again, just to see what she would do. I was about to try when she added, “Let’s just forget this ever happened, hmm?”

Oh sure, she’s willing to forget when it’s her fault, but will never let me live it down when I do something wrong! Of course, I’m relieved there isn’t going to be any big issue over what happened, so I’m willing to forgive and forget.

“OK, Mom,” I nodded and smiled. She smiled back and gave me a tight hug. It felt a little different from the hugs she’s given me under the triggers. There’s something genuine about a hug given just because someone wants to give it. I squeezed back. Maybe Mom isn’t all that bad after all.

Mom rubbed my shoulders and smiled. She stared at me and said, “My boy… so grown up…” As she looked at me, I could see her eyes glaze over. The telltale sign of a sub trigger being activated!

Mom’s voice went monotone as she stated,”Sub-Trigger: When I see my son as an adult, I will treat him as one. That is, I will treat him to an adult situation until he is properly satisfied.”

But… we just had a moment… I couldn’t just take advantage of my mom after we had a genuine heart to heart… Could I?