You say that you fear she's growing distant, cutting you out of her life.

"It's uh, it's nothing really..." you began, being in no way prepared enough to tell her how what was really wrong - fearing her reaction - and instead deciding to go with the partial truth. "It's just...well, I hardly ever seen you anymore, because of your job and your friend's. I'm worried that we're drifting apart and you don't really want to spend time with me anymore."

Your mother looked suitably shocked by this answer. "Sweetheart, really?," she asked, leaning forwards now, closer too you, "Because that's not true at all. I love spending time with you!" While you were relieved that she had bought this instead of jumping to the perhaps more obvious conclusion (what with the way you'd been staring at her body), you realized as she spoke that these feelings weren't entirely untrue - very much missing spending time with her the way you had done before - the conviction in her voice reminding you once again that she was much more than just an object of sexual lust; she was beautiful inside and out.

"I know I've been a lot busier these past few week, what with all the movies and photo shoots and things, but I really don't want you to think that I don't enjoy seeing you anymore," she continued, trying desperately to explain. "This situation...my new career, well I know it's not ideal, but you must understand why I have to keep both parts of my life separate. It just wouldn't be fair on you, or your brother and sister, introducing them to that world. I'm...well I'm a porn star now (this being the first time you'd actually heard her refer to herself as such), and that's the choice I made. But I never made that choice to distance myself from you guys - that's the last thing I'd want to do! You're my son, and I love you."

Seeing how upset this made your mom that you would even think something like that, you felt immediately bad (the look of sadness in her beautiful blue eyes hitting you deep) and told her, "I know, and I'm sorry. I know it's not your fault really. I just...well I just miss hanging out like we used to; just the two of us."

"So do I, sweetheart. You've been like my own personal guardian angel these past couple of months. Standing by me when nobody else would and taking my mind off of this whole crazy mess...Not to mention making me laugh!" She flashed you a grin as she said this, it being a very big part of you and your mom's relationship, even before the accident - having always had the same sense of humor. "It's just hard to find opportunities for that now. What with your father...and my friend's dropping by all the time."

Dipping your head a little, if only to avoid gazing into the spectacular cavern of cleavage that was now on display before you (what with your mother having lent forward), you quietly muttered in agreement, "Yeah...", aware that this was very true and there wasn't really all that much you could do about it.

Standing up then and sitting herself down next to you, your mother then said, breaking into a smile, "I tell you what, seeing as it's nearly your birthday, how about we do something special for that? Just me and you? I'll clear my entire schedule and we'll make a day of it - celebrate you becoming a proper grown up in style."

"Sure. Yeah," you replied, very much liking the idea of this, having already feared your 18th was going to be a bit of a washout and figuring that there was no one else you'd rather spend it with than your mom, "That sounds...that's sounds like a lot of fun. Thanks, mom."

Placing a reassuring hand onto your thigh and giving it a gentle rub (the sensation of which caused yet another uncontrollable twitch in your pants), she again smiled, "Don't mention it, sweetheart. And I'm gonna try to make more time for just the two of us as well," admitting that, "I guess I've just been so caught up in the excitement of my job and everything that I didn't even realize I was neglecting the person who was most important in the world to me...you." Your heart practically melted as she said this, making you realize just how deeply you loved your mother, and causing you to feel all the more guilty for these feelings since you'd developed. Pulling you in close, she then gave you the biggest, longest hug you'd received for a long, long time, the embrace lasting nearly a full two minutes. Not that you minded of course, enjoying holding her close and the sensation of those huge breasts squashed against your chest, as well as the beautifully fruity and exotic scent that now seemed to accompany her everywhere she went. The only thing you hoped she didn't notice was the erection that was now pushing its way out of your pants - which you really were unable to do anything about. Even though you had admitted feeling guilty and ashamed over your thought, there really was nothing you could do to stop them now, fighting at this point being virtually useless.

Breaking from the embrace - your embarrassment this time thankfully being masked by the fact that the two of you had just 'shared a moment' (your mother blushing herself) - having barely just gotten away with explaining your strange behavior towards her, you made a conscious choice then and there to stop acting so awkwardly in front of her. You of course still found her to be the most drop dead gorgeous woman you'd ever laid eyes on and very much wanted to do things to her you knew you really shouldn't, but this was your mother you were with now, and it was her company you should be happy simply to be in. After all, 'Amber Knights' was still upstairs on your computer, and your enjoyment of her slutty behavior could always come later.

So, with this decided, the rest of the afternoon went a heck of a whole lot better, as you spent it discussing the various plans for your birthday; what you might like for a present, what you might like to do on the day, as well as what your mother was going to make you for your special birthday lunch (this part which you were most looking forward to, having missed her cooking). After about an hour of this, as you stood at the door waving her off, you felt rather proud of yourself for managing to stick it out, as well as excited about her promise to arrange more time for you both to be together...not to mention actually going over to hers for your birthday (which was now only two weeks away).

For now though, now that she was gone, it was 'Amber' time again, and heading quickly up the stairs and into your room, you logged onto the website and started up your new favorite movie; watching in awe as the busty blond, Summer Rain, and the dark skinned brunette, Tawny Michaels feasted on her breasts and pussy, and her on theirs.