After a bit, he broke the spell and softly spoke, “Let me rub your shoulders, mom. Then we can start a movie.”
“Bran, really. You’ve done too much. This has been so wonderful… watching the snow, you pampering me. Heck, just you wanting to hang out with your old mom has been great.”
Bran stood and pulled Ann up so they could reposition themselves on the couch, Ann facing the window, her back to Brandon as he sat behind her, cross legged. Brandon wrapped the blanket around them both and start working on Ann’s shoulder muscles. Ann moaned and leaned back into him.
“This is heaven, Bran. Thank you so much.” Ann’s thoughts floated back to the times she and her husband had shared intimate moments like this. He could be so tender and she saw it in their son, especially tonight. When they shifted positions so he could rub her back, Ann was surprised to find herself damp between her legs. She had apparently been enjoying the foot and leg massage more than she should have been. She guessed it was just the moment. It was so intimate and so romantic. To have a man pamper her and understand she had a tough day. She told herself that she wasn’t having sexual thoughts about her son. She was just enjoying spending time with a man who cared about her and she lost herself in the sensations of being touched by strong fingers. The snow falling outside blurred into blackness as she closed her eyes and relished being touched for the first time in years.
Brandon felt something change in the atmosphere as he massaged his mom’s back, shoulders, and neck. He couldn’t identify it, but things just seemed different. More intimate, maybe? He decided on boldness. As he massaged her shoulders, he leaned forward, and gently traced his lips over the skin of her neck.
Ann felt a light touch on her neck and shivered. She didn’t even question or think about what he was doing. It just felt so good. She moaned softly, warm and comfortable under the blanket as the snow fell out the window.
Brandon continued to run his fingers over her back and shoulders, softly now, more caresses than massage. He continued to kiss her neck, feeling elated his advances hadn’t been rejected. He lightly ran his tongue over her skin, tasting a slight saltiness and breathed lightly on the skin of her ear. She moaned again as goosebumps covered the skin of her neck. Bran slid both of his hands up the back of her pajama top to rub the skin of her back directly with his hands. Her skin under the blanket and pajama top was so warm, almost hot. He moved his hands to her sides, tracing the soft skin with just his fingertips. His cock was hard and slightly uncomfortable in his jeans and he could tell his pre-cum had soaked through both his underwear and jeans. He desperately wanted to pull it out, but made himself slow down.
He moved his hands under the top, finding the crease of flesh of her side boob, the skin damp. Biting back a moan of his own, he reached around and cupped her breasts, having to lean forward even more to fully reach the large globes of flesh. He gently hefted them, absolutely amazed at how heavy they were. He kissed her neck again, sucking gently as he teased her skin with his tongue. He lightly traced the wrinkles of her areolae, imaging them to be brown against her milky skin. He found her nipples, long and stiff, pulling softly on them. He was touching boobs for the first time ever and it was amazing!
As he caressed her large boobs under her top, he found the pendulous sagging weight was a turn on for him. As Ann adjusted her legs under blanket, he caught a whiff of her scent, reminiscent of what he craved every Friday in her dirty panties. Overcome with need, he whispered in Ann’s ear, his lips brushing the soft skin, “I want you so badly, mom.”
“Mom.” The word cut like a knife through Ann’s arousal. She pulled away from Bran, her scramble to the other end of the couch desperate and almost comically hindered by the tangles of the blanket. Her face looked stricken, illuminated by the streetlights reflecting off the snow in the dim room as she faced Bran.
Her voice was hoarse and her words sounded ragged. “Bran… what are you doing? What are we doing? No, no, no. No more.” She raised her arm, making Brandon think she was reaching for him, before she turned her palm to him, a clear declaration that there was a barrier now between them.
Brandon caught himself as he was about to address his mother as “Mom” guessing that word triggered this stand off. He mentally kicked himself as he replied. “You are my best, no, my only friend, Ann. We love and care for one another and I know you’re lonely, having to devote everything to taking care of me and my… issues. Let me take care of you.”
“Brandon honey, no. I love you more than life itself, but this is not healthy and it’s not what I want. For you, or for me. I will see you grow and flourish and have a normal life if it kills me. We can talk more about this in the morning, or even figure out how we can swing a therapist, but right now I need a little space. Good night, honey. I do love you so much.”
Ann wrapped the blanket around herself, not for warmth, but more a shield as she headed to her bedroom. She lay on her bed, thoughts racing as anger at herself, shame, and guilt coursed through her. She had to admit to herself that the physical contact and intimacy was something she craved. That she needed, even. She missed it so much it hurt. She steeled herself with resolve that nothing like tonight would ever happen again.
Brandon lay on his own bed, tears flowing down his cheeks as he dealt with the shame of rejection. His feelings of being unwanted amplified by a life of isolation and rejection from his peers. Why couldn’t he have this? They both wanted it, needed it, he was sure. As he drifted off to sleep, his last thought before unconsciousness was that he wasn’t fucking giving up, that was for sure.