Hooker I booked is MOM! - Part 3
Hi everyone, this is Harry with the next part of the story. I read your comments about the story being short, so this time I will try to improve upon it. This is a fictional story. After having an open conversation with my mom, I relaxed myself. After that, we reached home and moved to our respective rooms. During the entire time, we didn’t even look at each other. After getting into my room, I lay down on my bed contemplating everything that happened today as everything I knew, felt, and believed crumbled. I kept thinking about my mom’s confession. Thinking about how desperate she craved attention and the level she had to bring herself made me very sad. The thought of her having sex with me and how she relieved herself was playing as a loop in my mind. Even before I had time to realize what happened, my dick was hard as a rock. I slowly masturbated thinking about the events that transpired. And I couldn’t get the image out of my mind and before I knew it, I shot a huge load of cum. Then I started thinking about my mom in a different light. The pleasure and compatibility I had with her kept me hard all night. I decided to have that pleasure for myself. When I woke up the next day, it was already 11 am. Fortunately, it was a Sunday, so I could sleep much longer. After getting ready, I moved into the living room. I was waiting for breakfast which was served immediately. That day, she was wearing a saree like she used to, and she was avoiding eye contact with me. She was silent. While she was serving me food, I was ogling at her cleavage, which she noticed immediately covered herself and immediately rushed into the kitchen. After my breakfast, I went into the kitchen on the pretext of doing the dishes. Though I was cleaning, I kept staring at every inch of her body, staring at the droplets of sweat trickling down her neck. I was standing there with a huge boner and gazing at her with lust. She noticed me and my erection but pretended as if she didn’t see anything. The fact that she was pretending as if nothing happened last night was making me even harder. Once I was done with the dishes, I tried to grab my coffee, and even in a spacious kitchen, I rubbed my dick on mom’s back while grabbing the coffee. She could feel my erection over her ass, but she couldn’t wiggle away. While standing still and having coffee I was talking to her casually but didn’t stop poking her back. She was very uncomfortable due to feeling guilty. Me: Why are you wearing a saree instead of shorts in the house? Mom: I am feeling cold. Me: The breakfast is nice today. Mom: Thanks. Me: What would you like to have for dinner? Mom: I am not hungry. Me: Since you are feeling cold, let me check your temperature. Then I placed my palm over her forehead and pretended that she was feeling cold because of all the sweat and started wiping her face and neck with my hands. As I was going to clean her cleavage for sweat, she immediately grabbed my hand. Mom: What do you think you’re doing? I can clean myself. Me: I just wanted to help you so that you could feel better. Mom: I know you’re staring at me and I have noticed all your actions. I know I messed up, but please don’t take advantage of the situation. Me: I don’t know what you are talking about, I am just trying to help you. And if you know that you messed up, why not let me continue helping you? My mom became completely silent and tears trickled down her eyes. She left my hand and kept her head down. I took advantage of the moment and started grabbing her and running my hands all over her body. She just stood there silently without responding to my actions. I made full use of the situation and turned her around, grabbed her supple breasts from the back, and kept squeezing them. Then I slowly whispered in her ears. Me: Candy, I want to squeeze your boobs and suck on them, baby. Mom came out of shock after hearing that she freed herself, and rushed into the bedroom. I ran after her and before she could close the door, I stopped her and slowly started entering the room. She was completely nervous and trying to back away from me, begging me to leave the room, and kept crying. I felt really bad about my actions and quickly apologized and asked her to sit on the bed. Then I joined her and apologized profusely. Me: Mom, I am really sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. Mom (still crying): Then, what is the meaning of your actions just now? Did you confirm that I am a slut and decided to act upon it? Me: I am sorry you feel that way, but it was not my intention to act like that. But I can’t deny the fact that we had great chemistry and last night was one of the best I ever had, due to which I can’t think of anything else but you. Mom: Yesterday was a mistake, and we were mother and son, and you shouldn’t even think about such things. Me: The fact that you’re my mother will never change and I always loved you for being there for me. But now, I also love you as a man who loves a woman. And we are in the same boat craving for warmth and I don’t see any issues on why love has to be only one way. Mom: What would society think about such things, if they find out? Me: If what happened yesterday with me would have happened with someone else, don’t you think the same thing would happen? But luckily, it was me instead of someone who saw you and spoke about it. As soon as I said that, my mom became completely silent, contemplating what I said. Me: So, we, as someone who has always loved each other, being intimate in our own privacy, can have better relationships. We will always love each other and we are adding an extra dimension to our love so that we can love each other even more. After that, my mom relaxed a little and calmed down. So I slowly grabbed her hand and slowly pulled her closer to me. This time, she moved all by herself. I slowly lifted her chin and planted a gentle kiss and all she did was keep staring at me.