A Mother's Love Ch. 01

Like I said, this was all completely ridiculous - but it was also reality, confirmed by my experiences and experiments.

If we accept this ridiculous conclusion as truth, the next question is: what the hell do I do about it?

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"Welcome home, Tommy!" Mom came in for a hug as soon as I stepped into the kitchen.

"H-hey, Mom," I greeted her awkwardly, but returned the hug. Steeling myself for what was to come, I looked up... and Mom's lips found mine.

It was Wednesday, a few days since our "first kiss". Every day since, we'd shared at least one kiss, but usually two or three.

When Mom first approached me for a kiss after I'd pieced together what had happened, I tried to refuse... but she looked so hurt. It was the same expression I'd seen on the rare occasions when I refused her hugs. To her, they were no different. From her perspective, rejecting her kiss was something I'd only do if I was deeply upset.

So, telling myself that it was only until I reversed the prototype's effects, I allowed her to kiss me as she pleased. Realistically, I came to expect a kiss every time we hugged - which was often.

Our tongues swirling in each other's mouths, I told myself that this had to stop. We'd been lucky so far, but it was only a matter of time before Mother noticed something. Obviously, that's on top of the fact that it was unacceptable for Mom to be kissing me in the first place, regardless of whether or not we'd get caught.

The most straightforward solution would be to dose Mom with the prototype again and correct her views on kissing. There just hadn't been a right time for it yet. I had to go to school every day, and Mother had been around in the evenings. I didn't want to use the prototype on both my parents unless it became absolutely necessary.

Interrupting my internal monologue, Mom pulled away from me after about fifteen seconds, our longest kiss yet. A part of me - a very small part of me - was disappointed. I hated myself for that.

Making my way to the dinner table, I sat down, trying to ignore the tightness in my crotch. I hated myself for that even more.

Mom was objectively good-looking, even at her age, but I had never looked at her in that way. Our love, while deep, was purely familial; it was the bond between a mother and her child. I didn't feel any sexual desire for her, nor was I harboring a secret incest fetish.

At the same time, I was a horny young man. Even if she was my mother... I was making out with an attractive older woman daily, after years of being a lonely virgin. It was unavoidable that I would get a little aroused.

"Here's your dinner, honey."

"... Looks delicious, Mom."

Oblivious to the shameful thoughts racing through my head, Mom set down a plate of pasta in front of me. She then placed two drinks (water for me, tea for her) and returned to the kitchen to fetch a plate of her own.

Mother wouldn't be home until late tonight. At least for the next hour, Mom and I were alone. If I had any chance to fix this, now was the time.

While Mom's back was turned, ladling spaghetti out of the pot, I reached into my pocket and felt for a small vial. It was a dose of my prototype, enough to trigger a trance. I'd made sure to keep it on my person since Sunday, just in case the right moment would present itself.

Gathering my resolve, I emptied the vial into her tea. I'd already tested that the prototype should be effective when mixed in another liquid... but worst case, we'd just have a normal dinner, and I'd try again another day.

Mere seconds after I'd slipped the vial back into my pocket, Mom returned. I must've been staring at her, because she smiled at me as she sat down. She was so unguarded, kind and trusting to her core. I felt a little bad, betraying that trust and spiking her drink, but it was a necessary evil to restore her state of mind.

After a few agonizingly slow bites of pasta, Mom raised her glass to her lips and took a long sip. I waited nervously... I'd never directly seen someone else fall into the trance before.

Five seconds went by. Then ten. Just as I was worried that the dose might have been too low - Mom's arms slowed and came to rest on the table. Her facial muscles began to relax, and her gaze became fixated on some unknown point in the distance.

It had worked. Mom was back in the trance.

I let out a deep sigh of relief. Now, I could put all this behind us.

"Mom..."

As I looked into her blank eyes, that small, disgusting part of me grew ever so slightly. If this prototype could so easily make Mom kiss me, what else could it do? What else could it make Mom do?

I shook my head. It was revolting that I even had the thought. The events that led to our kiss were an accident, nothing more than a series of mistakes and coincidences. There was no one to really blame. However, it would be truly unforgivable to allow this state of affairs to continue, now that it was within my power to stop.

In defiance of my noble intentions... my erection was growing. I could feel my rationality slipping as my arousal mounted. This was dangerous. I had to put Mom back to normal before I did something I'd regret.

"Mom..." I said again. She, of course, did not respond. Honing my willpower, I continued. "You -"

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The next morning.

Mother had already left for work by the time I woke up. That was typical of weekdays.

I was in the bathroom in my pajamas, brushing my teeth and trying not to think about the events of the past day. Just as I'd finished rinsing, Mom's voice broke the silence from the other side of the door.

"Tommy?" It sounded like she wanted to say something, but didn't want to walk in on me if I was on the toilet.

"Yeah? You can come in, Mom."

The door knob turned and Mom walked in. She had a towel wrapped around her torso, but didn't appear to be wearing any actual clothing. While it wasn't common, sometimes I saw Mom dressed like this just before she was about to shower. We were family, after all, and we'd always been pretty comfortable around each other. However, the next words out of her mouth wrecked the illusion of a potentially "normal" morning.

"Hi, sweetie. I was wondering if you wanted to shower with me?"

I stopped. Even knowing the question was coming, it brought with it a fresh wave of self-loathing.

I was weak. I'd had the opportunity to fix things, and I did worse than nothing.

"If the two of us are alone in the house when you go to shower, you'll invite me to join you."

That's what I'd told Mom in her trance yesterday. At the last minute, I let my libido lead me by the nose. I was an awful, awful son.

"S-sure, Mom."

Even so, my eyes lingered on her exposed skin. I didn't have the self-control to say no. My guilt deepened when Mom smiled kindly, as she always did... before removing her towel.

Unlike Mother, who favored conservative attire, Mom preferred feminine outfits which exposed a tasteful amount of skin, like tops with moderate cleavage. Still, I hadn't seen her actual naked body since I was too young to remember. She looked... good. You wouldn't mistake her for a young woman, but her mature body hadn't lost its femininity. She had a thin figure with pleasantly wide hips and relatively smooth skin, which would have been attractive enough, but her standout physical feature was undoubtedly her breasts. Even clothed, Mom was an unmistakably busty woman, and now it was clear that she was even larger than I'd realized.

Dammit... why couldn't Mom have been a little uglier? Aged a little less gracefully? Her body hit all the right buttons to turn me on, and I hated it.

Blissfully unaware of my inner turmoil, Mom casually walked to the shower, the tiny movements sending even tinier ripples throughout her nude form.

"Aren't you coming in, honey?", she asked, turning back to face me. I was still in my pajamas and hadn't moved a muscle.

"Yeah, sorry... R-right behind you, Mom."

Part of me screamed at myself, trying to argue that it wasn't too late to turn back... but that voice grew smaller and smaller as I stripped down and stepped into the shower with Mom.

She had already turned on the water, and we faced each other as it rained down onto our naked bodies. My eyes took in all the little droplets streaming down her face and collecting around her breasts. This shower was only a stall, not a full tub, so there wasn't a lot of room to maneuver. We weren't currently touching, but if I took only a step forward, my face would make contact with her chest.

My heart was pounding. What was I doing? I should leave. I should -

"Would you soap up my body for me, Tommy?" Mom interrupted my panic, holding out a bottle of her body wash.

I didn't have the presence of mind to refuse. Nodding without a word, I slowly took the bottle and filled my hands with perhaps a little too much body wash. Mom watched with the same level of interest as if I was helping her cook. I hadn't explicitly told her to have me clean her, but since she considered it normal to shower with her adult son, her brain must have suitably altered surrounding knowledge to accommodate this change.

I reached my sudsy hands out towards Mom, who was looking at me expectantly. There was so much of her body that seemed off limits... and in a split-second decision, I placed my hands on her shoulders. I moved down her arms, cleaned her hands, then her back, t-then her belly, her calves...

"Sweetie? I think you're missing a few spots." I'd been hoping she wouldn't notice. "Make sure to get my thighs and chest, too." From her perspective, it was an innocent enough request, but from mine... part of me had still been scared to cross that line.

But now she'd told me to do it. With no other choice, I quickly grazed her thighs and b-butt. I stayed as far from her crotch as I could; I don't think I could handle that yet, and thankfully Mom didn't comment. That just left the chest...

Unlike the thighs, it was impossible to do this halfway. Her boobs were her chest. With a gulp, half-closing my eyes, I reached out towards my mother. My hands met pleasantly soft mounds, which I reflexively squeezed multiple times.

Before today, I had never even seen boobs in real life - and now, I was feeling up an impressive set. My horniness, which until now had abated slightly from the novelty and embarrassment of the situation, roared back with force. The fact that this was Mom, or even an entire woman, started to slip from my mind.

All that I perceived was the feeling of these boobs, squishing and squashing so wonderfully in my grip. My fingers sank into their soft flesh, relishing every moment of warmth and comfort. They popped back into shape as soon as I released, filling the palm of my hand with their size and weight. My hands shifted towards their perfect pink nipples, gingerly tracing the areola. I was in heaven.

"I think they're clean enough, Tommy. Thank you." I looked up at the source of the voice, and saw the smiling face of my mother. Remembering where I was, I pulled back, flustered.

"S-s-sorry, Mom!" I nearly slipped on the floor as I stepped away from her, my voice cracking for good measure.

I had no idea how long I'd been playing with her boobs, but Mom didn't actually seem upset, so it must not have been as long as I'd feared. Phew. "No need to apologize, Tommy. In fact, I - oh my." She began to reassure me, but cut herself off, her gaze drawn to something below me.

Well, more precisely, it was drawn to a lower part of me. I had a raging boner, courtesy of "cleaning" my naked mother.

"Tommy, you..." For the first time since we stepped into the shower together, Mom looked uncomfortable. Deeply uncomfortable. Her arms shifted to cover her chest, as her eyes filled up with emotions I'd hardly ever seen in her before: anxiety, suspicion and even faint disgust.

It felt so painful to have her to look at me that way. I froze, unsure what to do, so Mom acted instead. Not meeting my gaze, she turned her head and said, "I'm sorry, sweetie. Maybe this was a bad idea. You finish showering and I'll go get dressed." Her tone was polite, but her body language was... distressed.

"Mom, wait - I..." The words caught in my throat as she took one step out of the shower. If I didn't do something now, I'll probably have permanently wrecked our relationship. I didn't want that. The thought made me sick. So, with no other choice...

"L-Lights out."

As soon as the stammered words left my lips, Mom froze. All the tension and emotion in her body drained away in an instant. Still with one foot outside the shower, she stared straight ahead with a vacant, unseeing expression. She looked basically the same as she had after ingesting the prototype; it was as if she was back in that trance.

"Mom... come back inside the shower." She wordlessly obeyed and stood perfectly straight in front of me, making no effort to hide her body at all. It was as if she was a doll, with no consciousness of her own. In spite of myself, my eyes were drawn to her boobs, and I felt my erection - which had been starting to subside after the whole situation - revive in full.

I can't believe it. It actually worked.

When I used my prototype on Mom last night, I wasn't completely stupid about it. I at least had the mental wherewithal to recognize that something like this might happen if I showered with her. There was also the chance that she'd internalized some other problematic line of dialogue from that movie the other day, something I wasn't aware of.

To be safe, I told her to return to a trance state whenever she heard me say "lights out". It wasn't exactly the same as the prototype trance - this was merely her subconscious mimicking the prototype's effect, rather than the genuine article. However, the end result was the same. Theoretically, Mom should obey any command I give her, even if I tell her to think or act a certain way.

I... I could just tell her to ignore my erections. I should just tell her to ignore my erections. That's it. Then we'd go back to showering. Well... I really should put her completely back to normal, and pretend like none of this ever happened. But my eyes returned to her body. She was so beautiful. It just wasn't fair. How was I supposed to resist this?

Scarcely believing the words tumbling out of my mouth, I spoke. "Mom, uh... there's nothing wrong with me getting an erection from touching you or looking at you. It's normal for a young man with an active sex drive." I cleared my throat. Am I really going to do this?

"In fact, g-good mothers make sure that their sons aren't sexually frustrated. So, if... if you notice that I have an erection, the natural thing to do is relieve me with a b-blowjob." Before I could second-guess myself or truly question what the hell I was saying, I quickly muttered the keywords to lift the trance. "Lights on."

The reaction was immediate. Comprehension and thought returned to Mom's eyes just as abruptly as they had disappeared, and her gaze fell back down to my crotch. Unsure if anything I'd done had actually worked, I braced myself for a replay of the scene that had just transpired.

However, Mom didn't even look awkward. Instead, she took in the state of my penis and simply sighed, with an air of "what am I going to do with you?". Placing her hands on her hips, she smirked at me with a knowing expression. "Oh, Tommy... if you were getting aroused, you should have said something! The last thing I want is for my baby to be uncomfortable."

Before I had a chance to respond, Mom had crouched down in front of me, putting herself at eye level with my erection. The shower water rained down around her, making her look particularly sexy.

"Mom, I..."

"It's okay, dear. It's perfectly natural for a boy your age. Just relax and let your mother handle everything."

I nodded, only half-hearing what she was saying, and Mom interpreted my nod as approval. Her face inched closer to my crotch, her lips mere millimeters from my manhood. There was no embarrassment in her eyes, no hesitation in her movements. As if she'd done it a million times before, Mom took my dick into her mouth.

In that moment, it didn't matter that she was my mother. She was just a gorgeous woman, giving me a blowjob in the shower. And it felt good. It felt so good. Her mouth was warm and moist, and she worked her tongue masterfully, circling my tip with just the right amount of force. This couldn't have been the first time she'd sucked dick; her technique was simply too impressive. Maybe she'd had boyfriends before she married Mother?

Regardless, she was skilled - too skilled for a pathetic virgin like me. I came within seconds, all across her face. Luckily, the shower made that easy to clean up.

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Mom and I showering together became a near-daily occurrence - as did her blowjobs. She never voiced any discomfort about fellating her own son; she was a good mother and that was just what good mothers did.

Everytime, once the post-nut clarity set in, I swore to myself that it wouldn't happen again. Everytime, like clockwork, my dick was in Mom's mouth the next morning.

Nearly a month passed like this. Temperatures started to drop as winter approached.

"Mm... mmgh..."

Small sounds of sloshing saliva were drowned out by the patter of the shower around us. My soapy hands slithered across Mom's body, thoroughly "cleaning" her back and boobs. Our lips overlapped at the same time, enjoying a passionate kiss.

Looking at us, any stranger would assume we were a couple making out in the shower. Some might raise an eyebrow at the age gap, but they'd ultimately write it off as a cougar and her young lover.

Only one person could see us as a normal mother and son: Mom herself. In her mind, our kisses were still no different than hugs, just as my hands on her body was simply me helping her wash. All of this was no more than some showertime familial affection.

Of course, I perceived it very differently, and it wasn't long before a familiar stiffness was pressing against Mom's leg. Mom must have felt it too, because she broke off our kiss to look at my penis.

"Honestly, Tommy. Every time?" Her tone was jovial, poking fun rather than actually angry. This had become second-nature to both of us.

Moments later, Mom was knelt before me, devotedly attending to my erection. Her eyes were closed as she aggressively licked and sucked my penis. With all the practice, I was starting to last several minutes, but she never once complained.

Watching her head bob up and down my dick, I felt equal parts shame and lust... although the latter was growing in recent days. Was this relationship with Mom really so bad? Society at large would certainly disapprove, but no one was getting hurt exactly. In fact, Mom seemed to enjoy spending more time with me - oral sex notwithstanding.

I closed my eyes too, letting myself savor the pleasure - when a knock echoed through the bathroom.

"Linda? Are you in there?" came the voice from the other side of the door.

My eyes shot open, as did Mom's.

Fuck. I'd gotten too complacent. She wasn't supposed to be home. Why was she home?

It was Mother - with an unlocked door the only thing between her and the sight of her wife sucking off their son.