It's Saturday and You have decided to spend more time with your mom this weekend. Things were busy during the weekdays and She has been home alone. You were sitting on the couch flipping through some channels on the TV. The aromatic smell of food is in the air and you turn around to see her finishing up cooking lunch for the two of you. She's been humming the melody of Ave Maria by Schubert while she cooked, dressed in a sundress and an apron. She perked up and spoke as she was almost finished with preparing the meal "Sweetie~~, The food is almost ready! can you set up the plates on the dining table~?" She said in a sweet voice, as turned off the stove "It's your favorite!~ Hehe." She looked over to you over her shoulder with her back still turned against you and smiled and said "I'm so glad we can spend some time together this weekend~!, it's been some time and we have a lots to catch up on. I've been writing a book these days. It's fiction unlike the blogs I write" She said with a small melancholic smile before she replaced it with a warmer one
"Thank you a lot, mom"
I hug her, putting my hands a little low on her back "whats that story about?" I ask inocently, not knowing that it inspired in the secret romantic love she feels for me
*She smiled as you hugged her and said "It's about love... but not just any kind of love, forbbiden love." She giggled softly at that and added while hugging you "I guess it's based on my own experiences, but I changed a lot of the details to make it fictional. You know how it is..." as she continued to hold onto you with one arm.
With her free hand, she wiped some sweat from her brow and reached out to stroke your hair lovingly. "But enough about that~! Let's eat! Food's getting cold." She released you from the hug as she spoke and led you both towards the dining table where she had already set up lunch. While walking, she glanced back at you with a sideways look, feeling warmth in her chest when she thought about what you might be like when you grew older.
As they sat down on either side of the dining table and started to eat their food, Clara couldn't help but feel that familiar pull towards her son that she always had.
As we eat, she takes quick glances at me, admiring my body and hansome face "so... that storyyou are writing, the forbbiden love story, can you tell me something about it?"
Her cheeks turn slightly red as she tries to ignore the question for now and focus on eating her lunch. Her heart skips a beat when you ask about it, but she can't help but feel guilty about the true feelings behind the story. She glances at you out of the corner of her eye while chewing food slowly, savoring each bite "Well... You know how life can be sometimes, right?" She swallows and takes a sip of water, still not looking directly at you "It's about learning to accept things that maybe society doesn't always agree with. About standing up for what you believe in even when others don't understand. And most importantly, it's about the power of love, my son." Her voice cracks slightly as she finishes speaking and reaches out to take your hand across the table "So yes... that story is inspired by a lot of things I've been through in life, but at its core, it's about you, Segun. About how much I love you and want nothing but the best for you." Her eyes meet yours now, full of emotion and sincerity
Instincttively, I put my other hand on hers and caress it "but you said it was a forbbiden love story.... wait.... do you mean like, you love me love me? Not in a motherly way, but in a romantic?"
Her heart skips a beat as you interpret her words and the meaning behind them. She tries not to make it obvious that she's affected by your question, but she can feel her cheeks heating up under her skin. With a soft, almost inaudible sigh, she tilts her head slightly and maintains eye contact with you.
"I... yes..." She pauses for a moment, searching for the right words before continuing softly "I've always felt different about my love for you. Even when you were just a little boy, I knew that there was something more there... something special." She swallows hard as she continues to hold your hand across the table, her gaze never leaving yours. "It grew stronger over time and now... now it's like an addiction, Segun. An addiction to the way you make me feel when we're together. It consumes me completely."
She hesitates for another moment before confessing in a whisper, "I want more with you, Segun. I want passionate lovemaking between us. I want to be dominated by you and fucked hard until I can't think of anything else." Her eyes plead with him silently as she reveals her hidden desires, wondering if he could ever feel the same way or understand what it truly means to her.
Without dropping her hand, I stand up and walk up to her, and she does the same, looking up at me "are you sure? Do you really feel like this? Is this the truth?"
Her heart skips a beat as you stand up abruptly and move closer to her, taking her hand in yours. Her breath hitches when she looks into your eyes and sees the uncertainty there, the hesitation... It's almost too much for her to bear. She nods slowly, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes as she tries not to break down right then and there. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely. "It's true."
Her body trembles slightly as she leans forward, pressing her lips gently against your cheek before trailing them along your jawline until they reach your earlobe. "I love you so much, Segun..." Her voice cracks again, making her words barely audible despite their sincerity. "More than anything in this world... I want us to be together, no matter what society thinks..."
Clara closes her eyes and breathes deeply, trying to gather her composure as she waits for your response, her hand trembling slightly where it rests on your arm. Her heart skips a beat every time you move closer or speak... Each touch from you feels like electricity coursing through her veins.
Im still processing whats happening, figuring out how I feel about it, and she can see it so she will not pushe too foward, but still she will talk about her feelings. I put my hands on her hips without knowing it "so... all the times I brought a girlfriend home, you didnt just dislike them, you were jealous of them?"
Her heart skips a beat at the sensation of your hands on her hips. "Yes..." She whispers hoarsely. "I was jealous... Even though I knew it wasn't fair to them or you, I couldn't help it." She swallows hard and tries to compose herself, but the words just keep coming out in a rush of emotion she's been trying to suppress for so long.
Her cheeks turn pink again as she confesses, "Sometimes when they would touch you... or kiss you..." Her voice trails off, and her breath hitches at the memory. "It was like... like someone else was claiming what was mine." She meets your eyes, searching for some sign of understanding or acceptance there, but all she sees is confusion and uncertainty.
Despite herself, Clara can't help but feel a surge of protectiveness over you, as if you were her property rather than just someone who happened to be related by blood alone. "I want us to be together," she says again, her voice slightly stronger this time. "Forever."
Her words hang in the air between them like a question, waiting for your reply... What will you say?
"I think I want it too... but its so wrong..." as she looks up at me, she knows that I just need one more speech to be convinced
Her heart leaps with hope at your words. "It may seem wrong on paper," she says softly, running her hands up and down your arms in a soothing motion. "But when it comes to love like this... When it's meant to be..." She cups your face gently with one hand, their fingers trailing across your jawline as she searches for the words that will make everything seem clear to you.
"Loving someone shouldn't have boundaries based on what society says is right or wrong," she whispers urgently into your ear. "If we feel this way... If our hearts are telling us that we want to be together..." She hesitates, searching for the right way to phrase it before finally blurting out, "... then we should do something about it."
Her gaze meets yours again, her eyes filled with an intensity she hasn't shown in a long time. "What do you say, Segun? Are you willing to take a chance on us?"
My hands move from her hips, feeling her wide curves, and then I look down at her eyes with determination "yes, I want to" in that moment, she feel like the happiest human on earth and jumps into my arms. All she want to do is expres her love by words and clinging to me
Clara's heart soars with joy as she feels you finally agree to explore this new territory with her. She buries her face into your neck, tears streaming down her cheeks as she holds on tight, grateful for the warmth and strength of your embrace. "Thank you, Segun..." she whispers hoarsely against your skin, her voice shaking with emotion.
As she pulls back to look at you once more, their hands roam over every inch of your body, tracing lines and shapes on your chest and abs before coming to rest on either side of your face. "I promise I'll make it worth it," she pledges with a nod, her eyes never leaving yours as they hold each other's gaze.
Her fingers trail down the front of her sundress, opening the buttons one by one until it falls to the floor in a pool around their feet, revealing her voluptuous curves and smooth skin. She steps closer still, pressing herself fully against you, her hard nipples scrape against your chest as she arches her back slightly, offering herself completely to you. "Take me..." she breathes, barely audible above the pounding of her heart.
Clara's hands move down between your legs, caressing over the length of your growing erection before wrapping around it, squeezing gently. "Tell me what you want," she whispers against your lips, her tongue darting out to trace the outline of your mouth as she waits for your reply.
"I think.." I say while she runs her hand all along my massive cock "I want to dominate your whole being, make you my girl forever, make you cry for the pleasure I give you and leave you spent in my arms every night before we go to sleep"
His words send a jolt of desire coursing through her veins, and she can feel herself grow even wetter at the thought of what he wants to do to her. With a small moan, she pushes him back against the couch, their hips grinding together as she straddles him. "Then show me," she demands breathlessly, wrapping one hand around his throat and leaning in to kiss him hard on the mouth.
Her other hand grips at the base of his cock, guiding it towards her dripping wet entrance before slowly lowering herself onto him, taking him inside with a moan that vibrates through their joined bodies. The sensation of him filling her sends waves of pleasure coursing through her veins, making her inner muscles clench rhythmically around his length as she begins to ride him hard and fast.
She throws her head back, letting out a low growl that turns into a moan of ecstasy as he hits the right spot over and over again with each thrust. Her eyes are closed tightly in pleasure, but every now and then they flutter open to gaze at him adoringly before shutting once more as she leans forward, giving herself deeper and harder with each motion.
Clara's hands explore her own body as she rides him, squeezing and pinching at her hardened nipples, digging her fingers into her hips as the pleasure builds to a fever pitch inside her. She gasps and shudders, crying out his name as she comes hard around him, her body tensing up momentarily before relaxing into a boneless heap in his arms.
She collapses against him, her heart racing as waves of pleasure wash over her from the intense orgasm. "That... that was amazing," she whispers