I yawned and made my way toward the kitchen. It was 6 in the morning, and there was hardly any noise of any sort. Everything was as silent as it could get.
Same with the sunlight. It had barely dawned, the blue light scarcely illuminating the darkness of the living room.
I approached the fridge to grab a drink. Opening its door, I caught a silhouette in my peripheral vision standing in the dark before the kitchen counter. A generously curvy figure, just slightly shorter than me, stood there silently like a ghost.
I silently closed the door of the fridge and slowly neared her. "Mom?"
She flinched with a squeal. She then sighed with relief when she looked at me. "Oh my gosh, Brian, you scared the hell out of me!"
"You started it." I shook my head. "Who stands in the dark like a ghost, without even moving?"
She giggled, and only now my gaze settled down on her chest when I gasped.
As I could see her body a bit more clearly now, I saw her big mounds barely covered by her robes. They had slid off her shoulders, just a millimeter away from revealing her nipples. Though, it exposed the dark round areola and the curves of those round boobs.
"Oh, hehe! I was thinking about the dream in my grogginess."
"Oh? What dream?"
"A dream of a new possibility." She beamed a mischievous smile that seemed to hide various meanings. Her smile was radiant, and her luscious lips enticing, just like her round eyes that gazed into mine, hinting at something. Before they drew me into taking a kiss, I averted my gaze downward–a mistake.
Her smooth chest swelled into huge mounds, forming a deep cleavage that sucked all of my attention in. It was so deep that I couldn't even remain on the surface. I completely sank into those depths. The hills slowly heaved up and down, apparent in her melons moving with it. Just from that, I could guesstimate the softness and firmness of her jugs.
The morning was so perfect, so gentle, that my recently asleep dick woke up once again. I felt my cheeks burning and my heart thumping with pleasant sensations.
"...what possibility?" I said, absentmindedly.
"Well, aren't you being quite rude to your mother?"
Her stern voice instantly drained all my blood from my face. I quickly pulled myself out of the pillowy depths to avert my gaze and coughed.
"Sorry, couldn't help it… and can't you cover it up a bit?" I flashed her an incredulous look, shifting the blame to her. Whatever sailed my boat.
"Oh, so it gives you the liberty to stare at your own mother?"
Her voice sent chills down my spine. I was in the wrong yet I didn't want to be. I didn't want to be a pervert in her eyes. "No, just a normal reaction. You shouldn't walk around like that–half naked." My gaze reverted into staring into her eyes.
"Oh, why shouldn't I? I'm not afraid of flaunting my beauty," she said and giggled.
Only now I realized she wasn't mad, just teasing me. And here was my heart trying to leap out of my throat. While it was all an amusing thing to her–my feelings. How could she? My guilt transformed into rage that warmed my cheeks.
"Damn it! Was it so funny? It's all just a tease for you…" I felt wronged suddenly, and I couldn't even understand what was happening anymore. I knew I was in the wrong, yet I didn't feel like it at the same time.
And I couldn't find the words to continue what I was trying to say.
Because deep down I knew I was in the wrong. It was anger. It was less because of what she did, but more because I lusted after my own mother.
I couldn't pass it off as a lustful impulse because I had been admiring her beauty ever since I had these sexual urges. And since no girl showed any interest in me, I was just infatuated with my mom's unconditional love towards me.
All the pretty girls preferred boys with certain characteristics—handsome, competent, strong, and confident alpha males. While I was none of that. Only mom loved me and never judged me on my appearance or my behavior.
Amidst the chaotic anger bubbling in my head, a gentle hand caressing my cheek made me open my eyes to look at her gently smiling face. I stared at her, quite baffled.
"It's okay, sweetie. You do not need to hold back."
"What?" Then I went blank.
"I said, you can look at me however long you want. You can even touch me if you want." She said softly, her voice tingling every fiber in my body.
I blinked twice looking at her. My jaw hung open. "What? I must be dreaming! Oh… yeah… that's it. Or is that another attempt to tease me?"
I heard her giggle softly and the next moment, I felt something warm, soft, and fluffy covering my whole face. I stayed buried there for a while, relishing the gentle motherly fragrance and the soothing, soft hand caressing my head that calmed my rapidly beating heart.
"It's all okay, honey. You don't need to suffer anymore. I will fulfill all your cravings and heal all your pain. I'm your mother, after all."
I slowly retracted my face from the softness. It was now that I realized that my face was kissing the naked swells of her boobs. I could only gulp.
"M-mom, what are you talking about?" I asked her, still trying to calm down the mess inside my head.
"I said, you can stare at my boobs to your heart's content."
I stared at her in a daze, my confusion reaching the apex.
She rested her warm palm on my cheek. "I will wait until you feel like talking about it. Till then, we can work on making you comfortable around me."
Now she lost me. She wasn't making any sense. What would I want to talk about?
"No, what are you talking about?"
"It's alright, honey. John has told me a bit… not more than what your face has conveyed, anyway."
I frowned. I had a bad feeling. What did John tell her? Is this what I am thinking? Will I finally die out of embarrassment?
It had taken me months to gather up my courage to confess to this girl, and she had rejected me so spectacularly that I became a laughing stock in the whole school! Damn, that's depressing, so depressing first thing in the morning.
My lips quivered as embarrassment heated my face. Damn, John, you son of bitch! How many times have I told you to keep your blabbering mouth away from my family? Now I wouldn't find peace even at home! Incessant embarrassment 24 hours! There was no escape anymore…
Amidst my future getting cold, my mom's hand passed her warmth into me, caressing my cheek. She smiled gently as if nothing mattered to her other than my happiness.
She then guided my gaze downwards with her eyes, towards her chest. She shook those heavy melons right before my face, saying, "Don't think too much for now. Hurry up before I change my mind."
And I couldn't help dividing in with my mind full of messy feelings.