Tuesday Regrets
Ann lay in bed listening to Brandon’s breathing as he lay sleeping. The sun was starting to illuminate the room, but it was cold enough that Ann could see her breath as she lay on her side, back to her son. Her head hurt and she felt nauseous, whether from the hangover or thinking about what she did last night she wasn’t sure. She thought back to the kissing and heavy petting and understood how they got there. It was natural to crave that kind of intimacy from someone else and the snowstorm created a feeling of isolation and respite from the troubles of a busy world outside. She wasn’t proud she crossed an intimacy line with her son, but she understood it. The kissing and groping with clothes on was fun and probably harmless. What she was struggling with this morning was how everything turned so sexual. She had craved her son’s cock and his cum and had sucked him off. And what in the world was she doing playing with his cum, showing it off to him? She wanted to die of embarrassment as she remembered being so slutty for him.
Now what did they do? She sensed the power was still off as it was so cold, so they had another day of being snowed in. She knew she should just stop things and try to go back to normal. The responsible part of her that cared for and worried about her son knew that she needed to head this off as soon as Brandon woke. The part of her that craved being held and kissed was prodding her for one more day of being snowed in with a man who loved her and would show it through his passion for her.
“Good morning, beautiful.”
Ann froze at the sound of Brandon’s voice, feeling an arm wrap around her as he pressed his warm body against hers under the covers. They were both still bottomless and she felt his hard length slide between her ass cheeks, his pubes pressed against her buttocks as he spooned her. She replied automatically as her mind raced for what she should do and say.
“Morning, Bran. Sleep well?”
“Well, my ears were cold, but it was so warm being under the covers with you. I’ve never slept with someone in a bed like that before and I loved it. Every time I would roll over and be reminded we’re in bed together, I would get a warm glow in my chest and feel happy.”
Brandon’s words conflicted Ann, she loved being appreciated but was wracked with guilt and embarrassment. She so did not want to have this conversation with him.
“I’m afraid, Bran. Of not being able to undo what we did. That what we did will harm you and our relationship. That what I did, acting so wanton with you will make you lose respect for me. That you will think your mom is a freak, a slut.” She sighed and a tear ran down her cheek, unseen by Brandon.
“Ann, no — stop.”
“Bran, I know what you’re doing. Call me mom.”
“Okay. Mom. Stop, please. Last night was amazing. You taught me how to please a woman. Your mouth on me was the most amazing thing I’ve ever experienced in my life. Think about that for a second. Last night you gave me the most amazing experience of my life. And afterwards, watching what you did with my stuff in your mouth. It was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I can’t stop thinking about it, but in the best way possible. You are an amazing woman, mom.”
“But I’m meant to be your mother, Bran. Not your lover, or your weird old girlfriend or whatever. We can’t take what we did back, but we can stop it here. No more of this special hideaway from the world, okay?”
Bran pulled Ann tighter to him and kissed the back of her neck, making her shiver and become aware again of the hardness between her buttocks. “Mom, we both need this. The power will come on later today and they’ll clear the streets and we’ll go back to normal. In the meantime, let’s just enjoy this. We’ll cuddle and kiss and what’s the harm in that?”
Ann sighed. “You make this seem so… reasonable, Bran. Just kissing and cuddling, okay?”
“Oh course, mom.” Brandon kissed the back of her neck again as he spooned her, arm under her breasts. He nudged her to roll over and face him, smiling at her as he hoped to change the slightly worried expression on her face. He cupped her cheek in his hand. “You are so lovely, mom and I love you so much.” He leaned in and kissed her tenderly, slipping his tongue into her mouth. Ann returned the kiss, marveling at how much she missed this simple act of love and passion.
The kiss deepened and Brandon then pulled away for a second. “Can I take my shirt off so I can feel your boobs against my chest?”
“I don’t know, Brandon. That makes you totally naked and that’s definitely not a good idea.”
“It’s just a shirt and I’ve been pantsless all night, mom. It’s not like I’m going to trip and my dick’s gonna accidentally fall into your coochie.”
“Brandon!” Ann tried to hold her scandalized expression, but they both burst out laughing. “You are so bad, Bran.”
Brandon quickly removed his shirt before she could change her mind and pressed his chest against her warm soft breasts. “God, they are so amazing. Soft and warm and just perfect.” He kissed her mouth again and then lowered his head to nuzzle and kiss her neck. He felt her shiver and he moved his mouth to her nipple, teasing it with his tongue, sucking gently as he felt it stiffen between his lips.
They made out like teenagers in the back of a car for a bit, kissing, caressing skin, grinding against one another as they became more and more aroused. Brandon was gripping her large ass cheek with one hand, his erection rubbing through the curls of her pubes, smearing slick pre-cum on them as they moaned into one another’s mouths. Brandon knew he shouldn’t say what he was about to, but he was powerless to stop himself.
As she and Brandon kissed, pressing their nakedness against one another, Ann felt her resolve slipping as she got more and more worked up. His hard length kept pressing against her legs and stomach and pubes as their makeout session got more and more intense. She felt his pre-cum getting smeared on her skin and moaned at the thought of it. She knew her pussy was sopping wet and she could feel her juices leaking onto her inner thighs. She was about to take his cock into her hand when his words froze her.
“I want to make love to you, mom.”
She wanted him inside of her. Badly. But there was no way. “Brandon, what happened to just making out?”
“I want the ultimate intimacy with you, mom. I need to be connected with you at that level.”
“There’s no way. I’m not on birth control and I am not taking your virginity.”
Mom, listen to me. I don’t want to fuck you. I want to make love to you.”
“Bran, honey…”
“Well, at least let me return the favor from last night and go down on you.”
“Bran, I haven’t showered. I can smell myself from here.”