Back to Reality
“I know I said that this would be a day or two only thing Mom, but I want more.”
“I was afraid of this, Bran. We can’t. It’s not healthy for you and I’m terribly afraid we’re going to damage progress towards a life on your own. You need a girlfriend your age who shares your interests.”
“We talked about this, mom. Meeting a girl with my anxiety issues will be impossible, and even I managed it, she would dump my ass in a second when she realized how damaged I am.”
“This is not up for discussion, son.” Ann folded her arms across her chest, a sure sign she was digging her heels in and the discussion was indeed over.
Brandon felt a deep sadness hit him, a feeling of profound loss. He turned his back on his mother and mumbled, “I’m going to take a hot bath to warm up.”
Brandon headed for the bathroom, running a hot bath, stripping down and sliding into the water. It was so hot it made his feet hurt. He sat in the tub and contemplated the past couple of days, still feeling depressed. Why couldn’t she see how good this was for both of them? He felt rejected, hurt, even angry. Fuck her for toying with him like that. Suddenly the bathroom door opened, and his mother walked in, wearing her white terry bathrobe. He had a brief instant of disassociation where an instinct to cover his nudity seized him, but didn’t move and just stared resentfully at her.
“The day’s not quite over Bran, and I need a bath myself.” She untied the robe and let it fall to the floor, exposing her nakedness. Her pendulous breasts and slightly bulging tummy made Brandon’s cock twitch. She slid in behind him and wrapped her arms around him, pressing her soft breasts into his back.
“I know it’s confusing and you must feel rejected, sweetie. I love you more than life itself and I just want to make sure you’re the best version of yourself you can be.” She kissed the back of his neck, making him shiver. “Like I said, the day isn’t over. I can give you one last bit of pleasure and then we’re back to normal.” She lowered her hands to wrap her fingers around his erection under the water. “I can just hug you and stroke you and make you feel warm and safe. How does that sound?”
Brandon’s fury reignited at her touch and words and he pulled her hand off his cock, somewhat roughly. “Mom, you’ve made your stance clear. You don’t really want me and I don’t think I want you in here right now.”
Ann’s chest tightened at Brandon’s words and she felt diminished and cheap. She thought one more nice experience with him would be a good send off, but she obviously errored. Her selfishly wanting one more experience herself and using the excuse of the day not being done was flimsy. She stood up, dripping, and stepped out of the tub, whispering, “I’m so sorry, baby.”
Brandon watched his mom grab a towel and dry off, her back to him as if she couldn’t face him. When she bent over to dry her feet and legs, he got a clear view of her dangling pussy lips and brown sphincter, surrounded by a light ring of hair. The sight washed away most of his anger, replacing it with lust. God, her ass was magnificent, and seeing her forbidden dirty hole gave him a naughty thrill beyond anything he’d experienced before. Ann left the bathroom, and Brandon lay back in the tub, his chest and cock out of the water. He let his mind wander in fantasy as he started to stroke himself there in the tub.
In his fantasy, he was back in his mother’s bed. He had talked her into anal due to her not being on birth control. In his mind, he was on his knees behind Ann, who was on all fours. Brandon lay in the tub and jacked his cock with long firm strokes as he imagined his mother reminding him to be slow and gentle with her. He pictured the swell of her wide ass and hips, the sides of her dangling tits visible on either side of her torso. He kissed her buttocks and then gave her anus a firm lick before sliding a lubed finger slowly into her ass. He imagined it being warm and tight as he moved it back and forth, adding a second finger. After lubing his cock, he pressed it against her sphincter, feeling a little resistance before the head slid in. He copied the scene in his mind’s eye with his hand by making a tight circle with just his pinky and thumb and sliding it over his cock head as he lay in the tub. He slowly slid his full length into his mother’s ass, continuing to copy the scene with his hand on his cock. He imagined his pubes smashed against her soft buttocks before he started to butt fuck her with smooth stokes, making her moan. He gripped her hips and sped up his thrusting, his hand tight around his cock. In no time, he was reaching his climax as he imagined fucking his mom in her ass. He broke the fantasy for a second to wonder if his ejaculation could shoot far enough to hit his mouth so he could taste what his mother craved so. He moaned and shuddered as the first rope of warm cum shot onto his chest, followed by more that hit the bath water, sinking onto his legs under the water and bottom of the tub in pearly globs.
His curiosity about tasting his release disappeared almost immediately and he wondered at even entertaining the thought. He felt exhausted, relaxed, and sad. He had to help push the globs of semen in the water down the drain after he dried off. He headed to his room, wondering how he was going to handle the next few days.
Ann went to bed early, setting her alarm for work and lay in bed beating herself up. How could she have fallen for Brandon’s advances? It was such a terrible and irresponsible thing to do. They had to get their relationship back to normal. They had to, no matter what and she would be firm and loving in making sure it happened.