Something bad, followed by something worse

...that you want me to fuck you."

The moment the words are out of your mouth you freeze in terror. 'WHAT THE FUCK!?' You mind screams at you 'WHAT THE MOTHERFUCKING FUCK DID I JUST SAY!?' Immediately your jaw drops and you feel your chest constrict; your limbs become light and your heart skips a beat. 'How could I say that?' you wonder and your mind rails itself with possibilities of what she will do. You fear she will humiliate you for saying such a thing, send you to your room, tell your dad, kick you out, disown you! At the very least you expect her to berate you for your words. But none of that happens.

Instead, her eyes close, her shoulders slump, and she breaths out heavily like she just got punched in the gut. Which you suppose isn't far from the truth. When your mother opens her eyes, you see shock, confusion, and... something else. Something you've never seen her regard you with before, you're not sure what it is, but it's not rage.

"What?" you mom asks, her voice almost a whisper.

In an instant, you're stumbling over yourself to apologize. "I-I'm so sorry mom! I'm so, so sorry. I-I never meant for you to hear that. I-I don't know what I was thinking saying that. God mom I'm sorry. P-please forgive me mom."

Your mom shakes her head in disbelief and you can tell she's struggling to find her own words. "Y-you want to have sex with me?" She eventually asks.

You back away immediately wanting to flee. "I-I'm so sorry mom." You say again and make your way towards the door. You know you have to get out of this house, you have to get away so that hopefully she won't hate you. Maybe with enough time you can figure out how to fix this, fix what you said. You're hastily throwing your shoes on when your mothers voice catches you.

"John."

The sound of her voice is soft, and compassionate, and tender, and all of the things that you love about her; only now there's a certain... pleading with it. Despite your frantic rush, you look at her. She's staring at you still with shock, but that other thing on her face is there too, and it's becoming more apparent. There's a sparkle in her eye that makes your massive cock throb in your pants and you can't help but stop.

"Come here." She says and pats your place at the dining room table.

Obediently, you walk over and sit down. She's standing in front of you, looking down at you, but you can't bring yourself to look up at her. You're too ashamed. There is an excruciatingly long pause before she kneels down in front of you. Her hands rest gently on your thighs. Her touch is soft and gentle; and you find yourself finally looking at her. She's not angry, you see that; she's not disgusted, or horrified. For a brief moment, you think the two of you might actually be okay.

"You want to have sex with me?" She asks again.

The question is full of surprise. She wasn't expecting that revelation from you, how could she? And it takes several moments before you muster the courage to nod your head.

"Yes."

Your mother sits back on her heels and takes a deep breath. The action causes her magnificent breasts to protrude outwards and your eyes can't help but be captivated by them. Her hands subtly run up and down your thighs in a comforting motion that is also incredibly arousing; and you fear that soon her one hand will move over slightly and caress your covered cock. But there's also a big part of you that kind of wanted that to happen.

"Why?"

Her question startles you. Of all the things you expected your mother to say to you, her asking that question wasn't anywhere near the top of the list.

"B-because..." you can't find the words.

But she's patient and lets you take the time you need to find what you want to say. When you look at her now, you see the shock has faded and is replaced by a curiosity. She's still not mad, even after your dark admission; that knowledge gives you the courage to say what comes next.

"Because I'm in love with you." You pause, then finish your confession "And I wish that you're in love with me too."

Your mother's eyes half close and again and she exhales deeply. She looks dizzy and about ready to pass out so you reach out and steady her. Another unbearably long moment passes before Veronica catches her balance and steadies herself. When she looks at you again she's full of adoration, love, and still that something else. Her hand reaches up and caresses the side of your face.

"Oh, my baby." She says, "Thank you for telling me."

It seems like time stops in that one moment with you and your mom just looking at one another. It takes a while, but you finally find yourself beginning to recognize that new look in your mother's eye. Desire. You wonder if this could really be happening; if all it took was you confessing your feelings to the woman of your dreams, and you could have her. Your heart skips a beat again, and you lean in to kiss your mom. It seems impossible, this could really happen, everything you'd ever hoped and dreamed for could be reality in an instant. But a sound reaches your ears and it seems like the world comes crashing down around you. Someone was turning a key in the front door.

Your dad was home.

Immediately, panic crosses your mother's face and she bolts to a stand. With this seemingly impossible spell broken, you back away and rush to the door just as it swings open. You shoot out the door and scramble to your car, not even giving your father a passing greeting as you hurry by him. You don't dare to look back; and again you wonder 'What the fuck just happened?'.