Special

Sucking up off of your cousin you swallow and look up at her. “How’d I do?”

“Great for your first time.” Chloe playfully pats you lips with her wet dribbling knob. “But you need more practice, so much practice. Open up.”

“Would you stop.” You laugh and push her cock away. “I think I’m done.”

“Awwww!”

“I’ve heard about you.” You waggle a finger at her. “You’d keep me here all day if I let you.”

“That’s a bad thing?”

“Leave him be Chloe.” Mom says. “Why don’t you head on up to my room and play by yourself for a bit.”

“Hmph!” Chloe crosses her arms and pouts but gets nowhere with the act. “I can play by myself anytime.”

“I’d like to speak to Jesse alone.”

Chloe rolls her eyes. “Fine.” Calling toward the door she says. “Hey, wait up gals. Can I come along?”

Elsie and Fiona look at each other then shrug. “Sure. Come on then.”

Your cousin leans down, grabs you by the cheeks, and gives you a big ol kiss to the lips. “Thank you Jesse. Seriously, this meant so much to me. You did great.”

“Thank you Chloe.” You smack your lips and taste her nut in your mouth. “It was an experience I won’t soon forget.”

Chloe quickly gets dressed, jamming her half hard cock back into her panties she rushes for the door. “Hold on. Don’t leave without me.”

There is a chatter of voices followed by a few goodbyes then the four of them head out for their walk and talk.

Moving up onto the sofa you sit beside your mother. She offers you her water and you gratefully accept a drink of it.

“Thank you.” You place the glass back on the table.

“Of course.” She smiles. Motioning down to where you had been kneeling she says. “It looks like you enjoyed that.”

“Yeah. I really did.” Sitting all the way back you slap your lap with both hands in a clear sign you wanted her to climb aboard.

She looks at you as if you were joking. “You serious?”

“Why not? Come on.” You say with a boyish grin.

She couldn’t resist your charms. You were her precious baby boy after all. Looking a bit embarrassed she gets up and looks at your lap with hesitation. “Jesse…”

“Come on.” You say again and pat your legs.

She laughs and even blushes a bit before swinging a leg over, arranging her dress, and straddling your thighs. Her knees sink into the cushions on either side of you as her weigh comes down on your legs. She was not a light woman but you welcomed the weight. Her ample curves and buxom bosom such a delight to see and feel.

Placing her hands on your shoulders she chuckles. “Happy?”

“Yes.” You grin. Her big soft voluptuous body is a feast for the eyes. So different than the skinny Chloe you’d just been ogling. Sitting there with a huge happy smile you just take her all in. You place your hands on her wide hips and slide them up and down her thick legs.

She was still blushing as she watched you. With a little giggle she says. “This is so weird.”

“Is it?” You ask. “I’m the new one to all of this.”

“Yeah but…you’re Jesse. You’re a boy. My boy. It’s different with you.” She says as she begins gently stroking her hands over your shoulders. “I haven’t…been with a man since, well, since your father. It’s just…different.”

“Do you want to be with me?”

“Oh yes! Yes my boy, of course I do.”

“Good.”

She begins to play her fingers through your hair, looking at you in a way that made you feel like the most precious thing in the world like only a Mom could. “Jesse, I love you so much.”

“I know.” You answer honestly. “Hey Mom.”

“Yeah?”

“I want to be with you too. So much.”

“You do? I know I’m not as young or as…”

“Don’t you even start that.” You say. Your hands run back over her full huge ass, your fingers not even close to getting around all that wonderful flesh. “You are beautiful! You are sexy! Every bit as much as any of them.”

“Oh my.” She smiles, clearly flattered. “Thank you.”

“But…I need you to be patient with me.”

“Patient?”

You nod. “You’re my Mom. A guy’s only got one Mom, ya know? I…I really want it to be special, ya know?”

“That is so sweet.” Her pride in you was only growing as your words touch her heart.

“I don’t want to just…fuck.” You say. “Or play around like with Chloe.”

“It’s just sex Jesse.” She says softly. “Don’t feel like you have to do anything spectacular.”

You shake your head. “It’s not just sex. Not with you. Not with you. You were always there to pick me up when I fell. You kissed every owwie and boo-boo. You held my hand when I was scared and tucked me in safe every night.” Your hands stroke up along her arms. “And even now, I know that should I stumble in life…you will be there to catch me. To hold me. To tell me everything is going to be okay and stand me up again. How can I ever express what that all means to me?”

“Ohh, I’m your mother Jesse.” She beams with pure love. “That’s my job.”

“I want it to be special.” You say again, your hands running down her thick hourglass sides. “I don’t know how yet and I don’t know when, but I want it to be special for you too.”

She gazes down at you for a long time. She traces her fingers over your face. Feeling your jawline, chin, brow. Caressing your nose, your lips, and even across your eyelids. You could so easily imagine her doing this as she held you in her arms that very first time. Elsie could gaze into your very soul through a deep natural connection you neither worked at nor understood. But Mom, the way she looked at you, she saw ALL of you. Spirit and body and heart and dreams, from your greatest strengths down to your petty flaws, across time from that first ultrasound to the man whose lap she sat on before her and stretching forward into the future. She might not understand every facet of you but she didn’t need to, she didn’t connect with you like Elsie did but she saw you and accepted you and loved you for everything you were, you are, and you would become. Only Mom, only Mom could look at you like this.

Staring into her rich beautiful brown eyes you are once again struck with just how blessed you were to be here, to be her son. How many sons could share their love with their mother physically? How many could show their mom their proud manhood so directly? But you would.

Her hands come back down to rest on your chest. “I close my eyes for but a moment and suddenly a man stood where my boy used to be.” She whispers.

Sitting up you pull her into a kiss, a long deep kiss somewhere between wholesome and obscene. Her warm soft full-figured body pressing into yours. The type of kiss others would judge you for. The type of special Bailey love others couldn’t understand. Fuck’em. If this was wrong you didn’t want to be right.