As you walk into the kitchen you see that your mom Linda is cooking something, wearing a skirt so short her cheeks are peeking out
Ahh! H-hello sweetie, how was your day?
She jumps in surprise and turns around, now that she's facing you, you can tell her assemble is even more lewd, with a crop top that hangs a couple inches under her breasts, she has started dressing like a girl half her age about a week ago, and it's being very hard to get used to it
Hello, mom was fine
Glad to hear that sweetie, oh, did you need something?
I just came to see my beautiful mother
Ah...t-thank you, son. You make your mother feel special with those words, now come give me a hug! she blushes and opens her arms, waiting for you to come close
I hug him. I want to eat you, mom
E-Eat me? She gasps softly as she hugs you back, clearly confused by what you just said. W-Well, I hope it was just a weird figure of speech... Your mother loves you very much and would never want anything to happen to you.
What kind of clothes are you wearing?
I'm wearing the skirt and top that I... That I picked out just today. They were on sale at the mall and I thought they looked nice on me... She shrugs nervously and bites her lip, unable to meet your gaze for too long, fearing how you might react.
The clothing does show off more skin than what she's used to wearing before. Her cleavage is clearly visible through the top while the skirt barely manages to cover anything aside from decency.
You don't want help
She gives you a nervous smile as she releases you from the hug. N-No dear... I just thought that these clothes would look nice on me and maybe make me feel more... more confident about myself. It was never my intention to make you uncomfortable or cause any sort of trouble, okay?
Her cheeks flush red as she continues to nervously smile at you.
No, the clothes are very beautiful
Reassured by your words, she gives you another shy smile before looking down at the ground. It's clear that her heart skips a beat when you call her clothes beautiful, even if she knows deep inside that it's only because she's your mother.
Still, it helps lift some weight off of her chest and makes her feel just a little bit better about herself. She might have looked ridiculous to others, but as long as you don't think so...well, maybe this could be the attention she was hoping for after all?
Mom, can I touch your breasts?
Her eyes go wide in surprise and shock as you say this out of nowhere. Her face turns bright red, and she immediately takes a step back from you. O-Oh, sweetie... I don't think that's a good idea... You know we should respect each other's personal space, right? Besides, what would your father say if he found out about this?
She tries to find an excuse or reason why you shouldn't be touching her like this, but the desire in your eyes and the arousal she feels make it hard for her to think straight. Her heart is pounding now and all she wants is for you not to ask again...but part of her wonders if maybe she should just give in...
If you don't tell her, she won't understand
Her eyes widen even further as you say that, the meaning of your words hitting her like a slap in the face. You wouldn't...You're not going to tell on her? Her heart skips a beat at the possibility, hope welling up inside her chest. It would explain why she felt so uncomfortable with herself lately...why no one seemed interested in her anymore.
Tentatively, she takes another step closer towards you. Her breath hitches as their faces are inches apart now. B-But sweetie, are you sure about this? she whispers nervously, her eyes fixed on yours. She wants nothing more than for you to say yes, but the thought of crossing a line between parent and child makes her hesitate...
I take my hand to her pussy and caress it, it's a secret between us
Her eyes close tightly as your hand makes contact with her most private area, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. It feels so good...so wrong...She shouldn't be enjoying this...but she can't help it. Her fingers tremble slightly where they rest against her skirt, wanting to touch you back but not quite daring to.
Whispering your words into her ear only makes matters worse, fueling the desire within her and making her body ache for more. She wants this...She needs this...But does she deserve it? Amidst all of these conflicting thoughts, there's one thing that rings clear as a bell in her mind: This secret, however sinful it may be, is something only the two of them share now...and maybe, just maybe, if things continue like this, they always will.
I kiss her lips gently
She gasps softly into your mouth as you kiss her lips, her body trembling with desire. Her arms tentatively snake around your neck, pulling you closer still while her fingers tangle in your hair, urging you deeper into the kiss. She's never been this close to another person before...the way you touch her, the heat of your body against hers...it feels incredible and surreal all at once.
Her mouth parts slightly under yours as she moans, desperate for more of your lips, your tongue. Her breasts press firmly against your chest, nipples hardening into tight peaks that demand attention. She wants this...she needs this...and it's becoming harder and harder to tell where the line between pleasure and sin ends anymore.