Isabella stood frozen, watching her son's retreating figure. His words echoed in her mind, and the weight of his confession pressed heavily on her heart.
Adrian's unexpected declaration had left her reeling, stirring emotions she hadn't confronted in years.
On one hand, she felt a deep, aching sorrow. Her love for him had driven him to act out, causing him to become cold and distant, even adopting the persona of a wastrel.
She had often wondered what had caused his sudden change in behavior—the way he pushed her and Sophia away, making things difficult for everyone, especially himself.
She had tried to reach him, to understand, but his coldness and rebellious nature had only angered her.
Yet, despite everything, she had continued to love him, spoiling him with indulgences that had angered Sophia to no end.
But recently, Adrian had begun to change. He had become more determined, more focused, and while Isabella had tried to keep her emotions in check, she couldn't help but notice.
At first, she had assumed his change was driven by love for someone else, perhaps Chris. It seemed like the most logical explanation, and it had comforted her to think that he had found someone to open his heart to.
However, hearing Adrian's confession, that his love for her, as the woman she was, not just his mother—had driven his transformation, left her conflicted.
The idea that he had been so pained by his feelings for her, that he had pushed her away to protect himself, made her heart ache.
And yet, deep down, there was a strange warmth at his words, a flicker of something she didn't want to acknowledge.
As she watched him walk away, his shoulders slumped in despair, a pang of fear shot through her. If she didn't stop him now, she felt that she might lose him forever. Her intuition was screaming at her to stop him.
"Adrian," she called out, her voice trembling slightly.
He stopped but didn't turn around, the room filled with the heavy tension of unspoken emotions.
Isabella took a deep breath, steeling herself. "I never realized how much you've been struggling. How much you've been hurting because of me. And for that, I'm so sorry."
Adrian's heart skipped a beat at her words, but he remained silent, waiting for her to continue.
"I've always loved you, Adrian," she said softly, "not just as my son, but as the person you've become. I've seen the changes in you, and while I didn't understand them at first, I realize now that you've been carrying this weight alone for far too long. I'm so proud of the man you're becoming, and I'm so sorry for not seeing the pain behind your actions."
Isabella hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew she was standing at a precipice, where her next words could change everything.
"You don't need to walk away, Adrian. Not now, not ever. We can face this together."
Adrian turned around slowly, his eyes wide with surprise and uncertainty. "Mom…?"
She stepped closer, her hand gently touching his cheek. "You don't have to bear this alone anymore," she whispered. "Whatever happens, we'll figure it out. I just want you to know that I'm here for you, always."
The weight on Adrian's shoulders seemed to lift slightly, her words wrapping around his heart like a balm. He hadn't expected her to understand, let alone offer her support.
Isabella's eyes softened as she looked at him, seeing the vulnerability he had been hiding for so long. "You've been so brave, Adrian, but you don't have to fight this battle on your own. Let me help you."
Her words pierced through the layers of guilt and shame Adrian had been carrying, and for the first time in a long while, he felt a sense of hope.
He nodded slowly, tears welling up in his eyes as he reached out to embrace her, holding her tightly as if afraid to let go.
Isabella held him just as tightly, her heart breaking for the pain he had endured but also filled with a deep love for the son she had nearly lost to his own turmoil.
As she embraced Adrian, feeling his trembling form against hers, she could sense the depth of his internal struggle—the weight he had carried for so long.
Her heart ached as she ran her fingers gently through his hair, trying to comfort him. The bond between them, already complicated by the emotional confession, now teetered on the edge of something even more profound and unsettling.
As Adrian pulled back slightly, his eyes met hers, searching for something—perhaps understanding, perhaps acceptance, perhaps more. Isabella hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest as she felt his gaze on her, the room's atmosphere thick with unspoken desire.
"Then mom can you help me?", Adrian asked nervously.
As he asked that she understood what he mean as he held her hand put it down on his raging boner.
Isabella's hand slowly drifted to his little brother, her touch tentative but deliberate. Her mind screamed at her to stop, but her body, driven by an inexplicable mix of emotions, continued its course.
She could feel Adrian's breath hitch as her hand brushed against him, and she knew then that there was no turning back.
Isabella's fingers traced the outline of his growing arousal over his pants, her heart racing with a mixture of fear, guilt, and something else she couldn't define.
Adrian then pulled his pants down to make it easier for her to continue and to ensure she won't hesitate to take his little brother out.
She knew this was wrong, that they were crossing a boundary that should never be crossed, but she couldn't bring herself to stop.
The love she felt for her son, so deeply intertwined with the complexities of their relationship, drove her to act on an impulse she couldn't fully control.
She was shocked to see the rock hard penis of her son, which used to be so small, now stood long, proud and hard in front of her. She then moved her hand towards her son's little brother.
Her hand wrapped around him, the warmth of his hardness shocking her senses. She began to move slowly, her movements shaky and unsure, driven by a mix of motherly affection and a newfound, confusing desire.
She could feel Adrian's body respond to her touch, his breath growing heavier as he leaned into her, his eyes filled with both need and uncertainty.
"Mom…" Adrian's voice was barely a whisper, filled with a mix of longing and confusion.
Isabella's heart pounded in her chest as she continued, her hand moving more confidently now, guided by an instinct she couldn't fully understand.
She could feel the tension in his body, the way he reacted to her touch, and it sent a thrill through her that she hadn't expected.
She knew this was wrong—everything about this moment was a breach of the sacred bond between them—but the intensity of their shared emotions made it impossible to stop.
As she saw the state Adrian was in, she could not help but find his expression extremely cute. Something inside her was telling her to continue as she wanted to see more of this expression from her son.
She could even feel Adrian tense, his body reacting to the pleasure she was giving him, and for a brief moment, she allowed herself to be lost in the sensation, in the closeness they were sharing.
"Mom… Mom… I'm close," Adrian moaned, his voice strained as he neared the zenith of his arousal.
Isabella, lost in the moment, increased the pace of her movements, her hand guiding him toward release.
His expression, a mix of pleasure and vulnerability, struck a chord within her, making her lose all bearings.
She felt a surge of emotions, and with a soft, almost tender voice, she whispered, "It's okay, my son… Your mother will make you feel good."
Moments later, Adrian released, his body shuddering as he spilled his load onto Isabella's hand.