A loving mother

Vel was about to simply use suggestion the way he always did, but he realized he knew something. Kind of like an instinct telling him that, with her in this state, it could be a lot more effective. But the trance was slipping, he needed to put her back under first. He reestablished eye contact and poured power into both his eyes and his voice. “Be calm, Mother. Listen and hear.” Her face grew empty again, and her breathing slowed. “I hear and I listen.” Good. It had taken a lot out of him, but she was back under.

He said what he wanted to implant out loud while also using the power on her mind. I failed as a mother, I failed my son. She answered, as he had somehow known she would. “I did fail as a mother, and my son more than anyone else.” A good start, that had not been accepted, but was clearly because she already felt that way. I need to make it up to my son, I need to be a better mother. “I need to make it up to my son by being a better mother.” That sounded about right. It had been accepted. My poor relationship with my son is my fault, I need to be the one to improve it. She rejected that. “No, it is not just my fault.” Hm, he could find a way to make this work, he was sure of it. I am the mother, the adult in the relationship. If our relationship is poor the lion’s share of the blame is mine. “I am your mother, I am the one that should have done a better job.” It was accepted. Phew. I need to do my best to be the best mother I can be to my son from now on. “I will do better, I will be the best mother.” He was not surprised that it had been accepted, he had appealed to her pride. Lady Rienne was the perfect noble lady, and that included being the perfect mother. A mother should love her son, but my son does not feel loved. I need to show my son more love. “I need to show my son how much I love him, before it is too late.” She really did. Vel felt drained, but he had one or two more suggestions in him. My son is my favorite child, I will always favor him over his siblings. To his great surprise, only the second part sank in. The first was already true. “My only boy was always my favorite. A son is worth more than a daughter.” Wow, okay. He felt like he had enough energy for one last suggestion, but he wanted to ask one question first, he had to after that revelation. “Then why did you not treat me like your favorite?” Her expression turned sad, which probably meant the trance was weakening again. “I did when you were little. Then as you grew older your father made it harder. It was easier to be distant. And then you started making it worse by seeking conflict, and my resentment grew. I made sure you were looked after though, once I could no longer do so myself. I tried my best, even if it wasn’t good enough.”

That was, to put it mildly, a lot to take in. He supposed he knew his mother never hated him; she had always seemed conflicted about how to treat him. This revelation explained those occasional shows of care. It explained Rose. It explained why she’d been so concerned when Adi revealed he’d had a bad day recently. The earlier revelations too explained some of her less charitable behavior. Her protest against the twins’ close relationship, she didn’t like Adi being pulled into the conflicts. And she took a step back from him because of his father. It all led back to him, always. This didn’t excuse her behavior though. She was a grown woman, a strong one too. There was no excuse for the neglect, there was no excuse for her to feel any resentment for him. Time for the last suggestion then, time to give her the chance to begin making up for it. A mother’s breasts exist to serve her son, my son should have free access to and full reign over my breasts. He was surprised for two reasons. Firstly, it was accepted. Secondly, she replied directly to him this time. “My breasts are all yours, Son.”

And with that, the trance lifted. Perfect timing. She blinked a few times, then her eyes focused on him, and she smiled. “Oh, my son. What happened? I feel like I lost myself for a moment.” Vel returned the smile. “You did seem to space out there for a moment. Should I help you to a chair, Mother?” She shook her head. “No, no thank you, Son. I am fine.” She frowned. “I can’t remember what we were talking about though.” Vel had no problem reminding her. “You were talking about how you failed me as a mother, and how you regretted it.” His reserves were too drained to watch her emotions, he dearly wished he could right now. “Oh, I do regret that. I want to be a better mother to you from now on. I think you owe me the chance to try.” Vel almost laughed. Of course, she was still Lady Rienne. Even when admitting fault she didn’t ask for another chance, she demanded it. Fine, if it meant he got what he wanted. “Of course, Mother.” She smiled at him, there was real warmth in it “How about you start by getting your breasts out for me, would that be okay?” Her smile only grew, and she reached out to stroke his cheek with the back of her hand. “Of course, my big boy, your mother’s breasts are all for you. I would never deny you access to them.” She undid a little clasp at the front of her gown and then pulled it aside, letting her glorious bust fall free.

Vel was stunned. They were amazing. By far the largest ones he had ever seen. There was barely any sag, which was incredible considering their size and his mother’s age. “Can I touch them?” His mother gave a thrilled little laugh and reached out to stroke the back of his head. “Oh, my beautiful boy, did I not just tell you they are all for you? Help yourself.” And Vel did. He reached forward with his left hand, the one not holding the cane, and grabbed his mother’s right breast. It felt amazing. Despite being larger than Ella’s it wasn’t as soft, there was a pleasing firmness to it. And it was so big. He moved his hand under it and kind of lifted it. It was heavy. “Heavy, isn’t it? Now imagine carrying two of them all day.” She was still smiling. “Maybe we should sit down then. Mother, to lighten your load?” She seemed to like the idea, sitting herself down on a nearby couch before looking at him expectantly. “Well, are you coming? Your mother’s breasts are waiting.”

A moment later Vel was lying on the couch, his head in his mother’s lap, while she stroked his hair and made soothing little cooing noises. She was smiling down at him, a fond expression on her face. Vel was kneading one of her massive breasts with both hands, while the other was in his mouth. He was alternating between running his tongue around her nipple and just sucking on it. It felt amazing. He was rock hard. Lady Rienne seemed to notice. She reached out a hand and stroked it over the tent in his nightshirt. “Oh my, that looks uncomfortable. Does my big boy want help with that?” He wasn’t going to take her nipple out of his mouth to answer, so he just nodded. Her smile widened and she freed his dick from the nightshirt. “It feels good to have my breasts touched again. It has been so long.” While she spoke, she was collecting precum from his tip and smearing it all over his length. “Oh gods, you really are my big boy, aren’t you, Velas?” He was still thinking about what she had said before. It had been a long time since her breasts had been touched. How long? That question was worth taking a brief break from suckling on his mother’s boobs for. “How long has it been since you were touched like this, Mother?” Her expression turned sour. “Too long, Velas. Too long.” He wanted to push, but he also didn’t want to ruin the mood. His reserves had barely had time to begin recovering, he would have to let it go.

He groaned and forgot about it as Lady Rienne began to stroke him for real. His mother’s hand was skilled, she wouldn’t need to be taught anything. She lightly twisted; she ran her thumb over his head. No notes. She turned her smile back to him. “My my, does your mother’s hand feel so good you forgot about her breasts?” He realized he hadn’t put his mouth back on her nipple and his hands had stopped their kneading. He chuckled. “Never.” Vel got back to it with renewed vigor. He grabbed her nipple between two fingers of one hand and put the other hand under the breast and made a jiggling motion. As such her nipple was held in place while the whole massive mammary shook and jiggled. His mother moaned. All the while, he kept licking and sucking on her other breast. She moaned again, he lightly bit her nipple, she came.

She actually came. Her grip on his manhood briefly tightened and she stopped stroking, Vel’s head was rocked as she kicked her feet. “Ooooh gooods”. Huh, she had kept her composure extremely well. Ever the lady. She smiled down at him again. “You naughty boy, making your mother cum. If I hadn’t needed that so bad I might be cross with you.” He spat her nipple out again to answer. “Be anything you want, Mother. Just get back to stroking.” At her stern expression he added a “Please.” She went back to stroking, he went back to suckling. “Such a good boy, so big and manly.” She was looking at his cock while talking. There was hunger in her eyes. He was amazed at how well this had gone. Just a few insights and clever suggestions, and here he was. Her nipple in his mouth, his cock in her hand. “Oooh” She cooed again, sounding very pleased about something. “You’re twitching in my hand, you’re close, aren’t you?” She was right, he was. The combination of her breasts in his hands and mouth as well as her expert handjob was too much to hold on for long. He didn’t want to stop sucking, so he just nodded again. “That’s a good boy, you can finish whenever you want. Go ahead, cum in Mommy’s hand.” That did it. He couldn’t remember the last time either of them had used the word mommy to refer to her, but something about it burst through his defenses.

His mother immediately covered his head with the palm of her hand and kept stimulating him with just her fingertips, milking him into her hand as he came. Her other hand, which had just been supporting the back of his head so far, began stroking and toying with his hair, pampering him as he came. “That’s a gooood booooy.” The satisfaction in her tone was evident, she was enjoying this.

There was no awkwardness afterwards. Vel had feared there would be, but there was only warmth. Agan his mind was blown by how well this had worked. There’d still be ways to go no doubt, but what a first step! He and his mother, who had cleaned herself and covered back up, walked out of the sitting room with their arms linked. “Thank you for this, Velas, it was nice. I really enjoyed being a good mother to you again.” He kissed her cheek. “Believe it or not, I rather enjoyed myself too.” She smiled, and they parted ways after a brief farewell. Vel hobbled back to his room, feeling ready to give sleep another chance. He couldn’t wait to tell Adi about this come morning.