When I got home, feeling sweaty and exhausted from the day, I headed straight to the bathroom. I could hear the water running, and I figured my mom was still in there.
Without giving it much thought, I slipped off my shirt and quickly undressed. I pushed open the door and stepped inside, feeling the warmth of the steamy air immediately surrounding me. My mom was sitting on a small bathroom stool, her back turned to me as she washed herself.
She noticed me right away, and her eyes went wide. Her face turned bright red as she stammered, "S-Samuel! What are you doing in here?" She quickly tried to cover herself, fumbling with the towel nearby, clearly embarrassed.
I gave her a small, teasing grin. "What? I'm all sweaty and tired. I couldn't wait for you to finish." I shrugged, making myself comfortable.
"But…" She trailed off, looking flustered. "You can't just walk in while I'm still here!"
I raised an eyebrow, leaning casually against the wall. "Oh? So it's a problem now?" I teased. "Just a few days ago, you barged in while I was bathing. Why is it so different now?"
She looked down, clearly remembering, her face even redder. "T-That was… different!" she protested, but there was no real conviction in her voice.
I chuckled, shaking my head. "Mom, I've seen you like this before. You have appeared naked and showed me your naked body more times than I can even count, that too when I have grown big enough to differentiate between a male and female's body.
What are you getting so embarrassed about now, when you have always forced me to have baths with you and throw tantrums whenever I push you away. We used to bathe together all the time, remember?"
She swallowed, still trying to cover herself, looking both embarrassed and a little amused. "Yes, but… it's been a while. Please could you wait outside till I finish my bath."
"Just because we ended up sleeping together after drinking, are you really going to create a distance between us?" I asked, looking into her eyes.
"We both had needs, things we've been missing for a while, and we just ended up filling that void for each other. Honestly, I'd rather share that with you—someone I've known forever and trust completely—than with some stranger."
I paused, hoping she understood. "And I feel the same about you. I'd rather it be me who's there for you, and whom you fullfill your needs with, instead of with someone who might just use you and walk away.
I looked at her, sighing deeply. "Look at yourself—you slept so peacefully last night. Today, you're more lively and refreshed than I've seen you in days.
So, what if what happened between us was something that shouldn't have happened, but why are you beating yourself up over something we both agreed to? It wasn't forced; whatever happened between us was mutually consented"
I took a steadying breath, letting her feel the weight of my words. "Honestly, I'm even ready to take responsibility for it. I love you Mom. As I grew up seeing your naked body, I started viewing you as a woman, I started getting sexually attracted towards you.
I couldn't help feeling drawn to you, and those feelings turned into something deeper over time. I started seeing you more than as my mother, as a woman.
I'm trying my best to ease you up and make sure you don't think too much about what happened last night, but that's all I can do, if you don't put in efforts too, and keep pushing me then it's just going to make things worse.
And if what happened last night is going to ruin everything between us, our daily moments are going to get compromised. If it's going to drive a wedge between us, then maybe I should just move out and start living on my own."
With that, I turned and started walking toward the door. But before I could even take another step, I felt her hand grab mine, her grip firm but trembling.
"Wait…" Her voice cracked, and when I turned, her eyes were wide, emotions swirling in them—pain, regret, something she was struggling to hold back. "Please… don't go."
Her hand tightened around mine, and I could feel the vulnerability in her touch. "I—I'm sorry," she stammered, her voice barely a whisper. "I didn't mean to push you away like that. It's just… I was so afraid of what happened between us last night that I didn't know what to do.
I was so afraid that things between us could never be the same after what happened. But you're right—I shouldn't keep dragging this out, especially when what happened was something we both agreed to, even if it was under the influence of alcohol.
You've been trying to keep things normal, making sure it didn't affect our relationship, while I kept pushing you away, thinking it would stop things from going any further. But in reality it was me who was letting it affect our relationship and making things worse for both of us.
But now, I see I was wrong. After your dad passed, I became so attached to you, so afraid of losing even you, that I didn't realize how clingy I'd become. I was so focused on staying close to you, doing things I didn't even realise I did.
I showed you my vulnerable side, my naked self to you, not minding or even thinking once what my actions implied, just in the hopes to spend as much time with you as possible.
Not caring if you saw me naked, or if my actions were befitting a mother or not. I never thought about the consequences, how my actions might affect you, how seeing me so freely, intimately clinging to you, not minding if you saw my naked body.
Not realizing all these things could lead to you developing those kinds of feelings from me. And you held back for so long. But last night, it was my actions that broke that line, letting things go too far.
Please don't go, you're the one keeping me going, my rock through everything, and I just don't want to lose you. I'm sorry for pushing you away—I should have realized sooner."
Her eyes met mine, filled with a raw, honest emotion I hadn't seen before. "You've been there for me, always. And even if last night was something… unexpected, I don't want to lose you over it.
I don't mind if you see my naked body, touch it. I don't mind we had sex last night, those are stupid and measly things in front of you. I don't want our relationship to get harmed due to it."
She paused, her words heavy with sincerity. "I barged in so many times when you were bathing, never caring if you saw me naked or if I made you feel uncomfortable. It never mattered to me then. And now I realize I've been making this into something bigger than it has to be."
She pulled me closer, hugging me tightly as her voice became softer now. "I don't want you to leave. Please I can't bear to lose you, not over something like this. I'm sorry for overreacting… Can we just… go back to the way things were? Please?"
Her words hung in the air, her vulnerability pulling me back in. The tension between us melted away as I held her hand, knowing that whatever happened, it was small in comparison to our relationship, and she didn't want to lose me either. And maybe, just maybe, we could find a way through this—together.
I looked at her, noticing how the hesitation in her eyes had softened, replaced by something warmer, more vulnerable. I took a deep breath, my tone gentle.
"Mom, if there's one thing I know, it's that nothing will change between us unless we let it. We've always been close, and always present for each other and I don't want that to end. Let's not let one night change how we are with each other."
She paused, looking up at me, the tension in her shoulders easing as her face softened. "You're right… I've been letting my worries get in the way, letting it affect our relationship." she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. "But I don't want to lose what we have either."
I offered a reassuring smile. "Then let's just take things one day at a time, like we always do. Right now let's just have a bath like we normally would have." I said as I held her face dearly and subtly planted a small kiss on her lips.
The kiss wasn't even a proper kiss, it was just a small peck where our lips connected with each other's for a brief moment and instantly kissed both her cheeks and forehead.
Each of those kisses lasted longer than the previous one, making sure she doesn't have time to register what happened or even object to what I just did.
When I voiced my concerns about her overreacting to what happened, it seemed to make her feel insecure and worried about losing me. She didn't want to come across like she was complaining again about what I did.
So, when I leaned in and gave her a quick peck on the lips, she didn't resist. I could feel her lips responding, which told me she didn't mind it. Or maybe she didn't want to mind. That small moment made it clear it would be easier for me to keep moving things forward with her.
She looked at me with a small smile, one filled with relief and affection as she hugged me tightly, her face resting on my chest feeling at ease listening to my heart beat.
The weight between us seemed to lift, and the familiar warmth of the room brought a sense of comfort. I smiled seeing that my plan worked.
To rizz her over and complete the mission, the first thing I needed to do was to make her stop blaming herself for what happened. I wanted her to realize that dwelling on it will only hurt us both and grow us apart from each other.
She needs to understand that Dad isn't coming back, and if she keeps thinking what we did was wrong, it could take months to get her past it. I can't wait that long, time is a luxury I don't have right now.
I need her to focus on what we have together and understand that the bond we share is special. The key is to make her more afraid of losing me than worried about being immoral with me.
Since I've already managed to help her move past the guilt from last night, I can now focus on getting closer to her.
Since she didn't resist my small kiss on the lips, I'll keep increasing my advances and bring myself physically close to her. So she starts seeing me as a man, not just her son. I would have loved to build those feelings naturally.
However, since I don't have time right now, I'll have to manipulate her emotions and make her realize how strong our connection really is, and bombarded her with love and care. And with that also subtly replace the feelings she has for dad to mine
With each step, I'll show her that it's okay to embrace our relationship and that we can be happy together, making her guard go down normally.
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