Coming Clean Ch. 04

"That sounds unusual," Brenda said.

"Not to mention scary. I only heard of her doing that twice before with students. Both of them got F's; one for plagiarism and the other for something else I never found out about. In any event, I came back to meet her as she had asked."

"I don't get it, Brian," Brenda said, interrupting her son's recollection. "What exactly did you write?"

"I wrote a story about a hummingbird that had fallen in love with a flower. Every day the bird would tell the flower how much he loved her, but the flower would rebuff him, saying she felt nothing for him in return. Day after day, however, he would come back, spending all his time with her, and speaking sweet nothings of his love for her. This went on for weeks, until one day the flower, weeping, admitted to the bird that she had loved him from the start."

"I lied about feelings for you because love between our kinds goes against the laws of nature, because it's unlawful under the eyes of God. And a love between us would be unfair to you since I will be gone in a few months, while you still have many years left if you find another of your kind to love. You must do everything you can to forget me, to move on."

"The bird was even more steadfast than before, however, and boldly told her that he would continue seeing her every day, and that she would return his affections. He also said that after she bloomed, which they expected any day now, that he would make love to her every day as well."

"Oh my god, Brian," his mother said, hardly able to control her laughter. "Did you really write about a bird and flower getting it on?"

"And I guess that's what really got me into hot water with Mrs. Harrison. It didn't start out this way, but the more I wrote the more explicit the sex part got."

"Explicit?" Brenda asked incredulously. "How is that even possible?"

"Well it was a hummingbird and a blooming flower," Brian replied bashfully. "You can probably put 2 and 2 together from that."

Brenda gave a hearty laugh.

"I'm glad you find this so amusing," Brian said.

"I do now. Back then I would have read you the riot act for pulling a stunt like that. What the hell were you thinking?"

"Luckily, Mrs. Harrison played it a little cooler than that."

"You see the problem here, Brian? Under the moral guidelines that I'm required to follow, this paper gets a 'F," along with me passing it over to the principal, who no doubt contacts your parents. Now, I don't want to do that; you're an 'A' student and a good kid, but before I stick out my neck like that I think I at least deserve an explanation for this."

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Harrison. I don't really know what to say other than I got carried away. When I got to the sexual part of their relationship, I just felt the need to be very open and direct. I guess it took up more lines that it should have."

"The lines weren't the problem, although that certainly was an interesting choice. The issue was the explicitness."

"It's a bird and a flower..."

"Don't play games with me Brian," Mrs. Harrison huffed back. "I'm in no mood for that."

"Then what do you want?"

"The assignment was to make the fable 'more personal.' Given what you wrote, that concerns me, and I want to make sure you're alright."

"I'm fine," I replied, trying to reassure her.

"Does she know how you feel about her, Brian?" Mrs. Harrison asked, seemingly out of the blue.

"Who?"

"Your lady friend that you're in love with. Come on, a story about an unconventional, 'forbidden' love. The flower talking about not having much time left, implying that she's much older than he is. Is your friend married too?"

"She doesn't know," I finally relented. "And yes, she is married, although not happily."

"I don't mean to pry, Brian, but I am worried about you. I'm no counsellor; maybe that's who you should be talking to, but I just wanted to make sure you're alright."

"I'm fine," I replied. "So, Mrs. Harrison, what do you think, should I tell her?"

"Like I said, I'm no counsellor."

"I'd rather ask someone that I trust, and I trust you more than any of them."

"Well," Mrs. Harrison said, scrunching her face behind those big glasses as she thought, "I don't know, but I do believe that honesty is usually the best policy. Do you think that telling her would damage your current relationship?"

"Probably," I answered, "but not telling her is really eating me up inside."

"Maybe you should create some distance between you two then. You're young and in love, I get it, but years from now I can almost guarantee you will look back on this and wonder why you made such a big deal about it. Why not talk to your mother about it? She seemed like a nice, reasonable lady that day I met her."

"Because the 'other woman' is my mom..." I didn't say the words, but at that moment I felt really tempted to just get it all off my chest.

"Create some distance," Brenda said, repeating Mrs. Harrison's words, wondering more and more if this was all part of Brian being so withdrawn from her during those years.

"Were you really considering telling her?" Brenda then asked incredulously.

"Yeah, I mean it would have been nice to get a woman's opinion, and you and she were roughly the same age," Brian answered. "Besides, I don't think she would have given me that advice if she knew it was you. What I really wanted, though, was to show you my paper, hoping that maybe you'd figure it out. That maybe the moral of the story might mean something to you."

"What was the moral anyway?" Brenda asked.

"The moral is to appreciate what you have rather than vainly search for something you don't have. To take advantage of the opportunities that have been given to you rather than dismiss them just because they don't fit society's norm. The flower had plenty of good reason to reject the bird's overtures of love, but she didn't, and both of them found a love they could have never experienced otherwise because of it. The moral is that just because something isn't perfect doesn't mean that it isn't worth pursuing, and cherishing, as if it were."

Brenda became awkwardly silent as the parallels between the fictional characters and her and Brian became abundantly clear. It also made her recall Jackie's letter from this morning.

"Jackie... Jackie's been trying to tell me the same thing for a while now," Brenda stammered, her voice suddenly becoming full of emotion. "That in all time she's known me, I've never once had a lover. And that maybe I shouldn't keep flailing around, blindly trying to find one when there's someone more than willing to be all that and more who's been waiting for me at my door this whole time."

Brenda looked downwards, all of a sudden feeling small and alone. She wasn't crying, but the more she let Jackie's words seep in, the more they seemed to pain her. She looked up, as Brian had stood up in the tub and was slowly but surely moving over to her side. The water level now only reached above his knees, which once again meant that his penis was fully exposed as he came towards her. As before, she tried not to stare; of course it was impossible to completely ignore anything so extraordinary, but she managed to only take a moment's glance before looking up to his face, which was overwhelmed with concern.

Brian sat down again, this time right next to Brenda, close enough that his thigh now touched her's, and put his arm around her. Moving his head close to Brenda's, he gave her a soft kiss on the cheek, followed immediately by another.

"Mom, I love you so much," he said with a quiet but deep passion. "Please don't stop me, I've wanted this for so long." And with that he placed another kiss, this time on Brenda's lips. Soft as it was, the contact of their lips sent what felt like a jolt of electricity though Brenda's body, and she could feel her heart now rapidly beating in her chest. That uncomfortable feeling in her stomach had returned, that sense of uneasiness, and for a while Brenda was unable to do anything but remain still. Brian was aware of it too, but continued on, undaunted, kissing her slowly and gently, hoping that with each passing kiss tempting Brenda more and more to return his affections. It took a while, but eventually he could feel the tension in Brenda begin to relax, and then, finally, tentatively feel her lips pressing back into his own.

They continued kissing, carefully exploring each other on this new, intimate level. Brian was still being very slow and gentle, although his kisses were more confident too, getting longer and deeper. As for Brenda... she was more relieved than anything to see that Brian was taking the lead. After months of Jackie trying to convince her to seduce him, it was obvious to Brenda that she didn't have it in her to behave this way. She could sense a determination in Brian, however, a slow, burning passion that she'd never seen in him before. Despite all of Brenda's pent up reservations it was hard not to get caught up in it, to feel his excitement radiating from his body without it igniting a flame in her as well.

A deep, muted groan escaped Brenda's lips as she now felt his hot tongue pressing into her lips and she parted them for it to enter her mouth. It was unusually long, reminding her about another part of her son's anatomy that was also well above average, sending another jolt of excitement through her body. It was a few moments before Brenda realized what else had happened too, however, as she looked down and saw that Brian's other hand had pulled her bikini top to the side and was groping one of her breasts in his hand.

"Oh my god," she shuddered, as the full sensations of what he was doing travelled like a river of pleasure between her breast and her clit. His was twisting and tweaking her engorged nipple between his fingers now, setting her body aflame with excitement, while all along their mouths slowly opened and closed to lips and tongues moving lovingly as one.

Brenda moved one of her hands to pull Brian closer, but instead of her hand clasping around his waist as she'd intended her arm bumped into the steely shaft now towering up from his groin. She shivered again as her hand made contact with his hard cock, and Brian groaned in mixture of pain and pleasure. Giving up her original plan, Brenda instead used her fingers to encircle it. Her excitement had practically reached its peak now, and in the euphoria of the moment she channeled all of that sexual energy to her hand, frantically moving it up and down Brian's hard shaft.

Not much time passed at all before Brian groaned again, except it was much louder this time, his whole being shaking for a few moments. "Holy shit," Brenda said to herself, reacting to the thought that she'd just jacked her son off to an orgasm. Of course, she knew what she was doing, but had been too caught up in the moment to really think about it until the moment arrived, with Brian holding her lovingly in his arms as he came and she having her fingers wrapped around his cock as it spurted jet after jet of his cum under the water's surface. For a second Brenda wondered about what it would have looked like to actually see the white streaks of cum erupting from Brian's cock, feeling disappointment at having missed the sight. "My god, what have I become?" she asked herself, feeling a sudden pang of shame.

Brenda didn't have much time to contemplate the matter as Brian moved in close to her again, giving her by far the hardest, deepest kiss he had to this point.

"Wow, Mom, that was incredible," he said, sounding almost breathless. "You don't know how badly I needed that." He stood up and got out of the tub, then held out his hand to help Brenda out too.

"Come on Mom, let's go somewhere more comfortable," Brian beckoned her. There was no doubt in her mind that he was talking about the bedroom, and Brenda paused before what seemed like taking this final step with him.

"Brian, are you sure about this?" she asked with trepidation. "Is this what you really want?"

"Mom, I've never enjoyed being with a woman more than I did just now," he replied with a surprising amount of conviction. "This is all I want; this is all I've ever wanted."

"I've tried my best to be a moral conscience Brian, for both of us. And along the way I discovered certain things about myself, secret impulses and desires that part of me wishes I'd never found, and I've done my best to keep them at bay too. But in the end, I just want to do what's right for you. If you're so sure that this is what you really want, then fine. I won't fight you any longer."

"I wish this wasn't such a struggle for you Mom, I wish you saw things as clearly as I do. I wish you were doing this for yourself rather than just for me, but after everything we've talked about recently, after everything that happened in this last half hour, I have to believe that there's a lot more to what you're feeling that you care to admit, even to yourself. And I guess, for now at least, that's something that I can live with."

Brian reached out his hand to his mother, and in one final plea she said, "Brian, there's no going back after something like this."

"I don't want to go back. All I feel is the excitement of wanting to go forward."

"And none of the fear?"

"Sure, there's plenty of that too, Mom. But if we can face those fears together, then I won't worry much about it."

Brenda took his hand, and Brian pulled her out of the tub to face him. There were a couple of large fluffy towels nearby and they took a moment to silently dry themselves off. Of course, Brian was still naked, and Brenda couldn't help but glance in his direction a few times, noting once again what a handsome man he had become.

Brenda could also feel her son's eyes gazing at her too as she dried herself off. The top of her bikini had come undone while they were in the tub together, and she'd already tossed it aside once she'd begun drying, but she also taken the opportunity to undo the knot that held the bottom in place, allowing it to fall around her ankles. Brenda's could feel her son's not so casual stare as he got his first glimpses of her completely naked form. She could feel his excitement, or maybe it was her own arousal that came from knowing he was watching her. Either way, Brenda could feel the sexual tension growing in the air.

Suddenly, it evaporated, however, or more accurately turned into something more lighthearted as Brian managed to sneak up to his mother and sweep her up into his arms, carrying her.

"Hey, what's gotten into you mister?" Brenda laughed, playfully kicking her feet as if she were trying to free herself. "Something else you've 'always wanted to do?'"

"Carrying you to our bed as my lover?" Brian suggested. "Yeah, you could say I've wanted to do that for some time now." Although he tried to keep the mood light, Brenda could hear the earnestness in her son's voice too. She looked forward, seeing the threshold to the bedroom appear, knowing that she wasn't just crossing into another room with Brian, but a different life altogether with him. "The point of no return," she said to herself. She couldn't help but feel a pit in her stomach out of nervousness, and literary held her breath in an attempt to relax as the two crossed over the threshold.

Brian set her feet down on the ground and immediately took Brenda into his arms, giving her a long deep kiss. Once again, Brenda could sense that he wanted to set the tone for this encounter, so she gratefully held back and followed his lead. Brian continued kissing her, but they became tenderer now, similar to when how he had first been back at the hot tub. He took Brenda's hand lovingly in his and led her to the bed, motioning her onto her back and then crawled up to lay on top of her.

Now he really began taking his time with her, kissing Brenda all over her face, and gently licking and biting her ears and neck. Frankly, she never been with a man like this before, even her husband, who seemed to only be interested in getting down to business as soon as possible whenever they'd had sex. She wouldn't have held it against Brian if he'd been the same today; a young, virile man raging with hormones who still hadn't experienced intercourse at the age of twenty-two? He was probably bursting at the seams with the desire to shove his dick in her, or any wet vagina that was readily available, but if that were the case he certainly wasn't letting on.

It seemed like an eternity, but a sensual, erotic one as Brian slowly moved down and now focussed his attention on Brenda's chest. There, he took both mounds of flesh in his hands, gently massaging and caressing them. Brenda had been softly moaning throughout Brian's oral lovemaking, but her breasts had always been an especially sensitive area for her, and now her breathing became faster with excitement. His head moved down to her chest, taking one of her nipples into his mouth, licking the hard bud at first but then sucking hard. Brenda could feel her entire body shudder and looked up to see Brian with his lips hungrily encircled around her nipple as if he were desperately trying to draw nourishment from it.

"Oh Brian," she managed to sigh adoringly, the visuals being almost as erotic as the sensations of pleasure pulsing through her breasts. He took a moment to move one of his hands from her mounds and put his finger to her mouth, where Brenda sweetly kissed it a few times before parting her lips and taking it into her mouth. Brian returned his attention to sucking her hard nipple, but kept his eyes on his mother sucking on his finger. He could see the look of excitement that had taken over her face, a glassy eyed look of arousal in her eyes that he's only been able to fantasize about up until now. She was moving her lips over his finger, purposely working it with her tongue and lips as if it were a cock, and Brian decided to play along, sliding his finger back and forth. Brenda quickly joined in the game, forming a perfect "O" with her lips and trying her best to give him the naughtiest of smiles. Brenda wasn't really sure what had come over her; she'd always been fairly reserved during sex, but she did know that this was the most turned on she'd felt in years and that if this was only the beginning then she couldn't wait to see what Brian had in store for her next.

Brian kept moving slowly down her body, taking his time to worship her stomach and torso with his lips, but it wasn't until he got to her thighs that she became certain of his intentions. He teased her at first by making her wait as he lavished her inner thighs and mound with licks and kisses, driving Brenda almost mad with excitement as she instinctively parted her legs farther to give better access to her womanhood. She was wet, soaking wet by this point, and more than ready for what lay ahead.

And then she felt it, Brian's tongue shyly reaching out to touch her clit before giving way to a more caressing motion over her entire slit. Soft licking and kisses for a bit, making Brenda squirm, and then back to licking her clit. One of his hands moved back to her tits, driving her wild with pleasure. Her body tensed up almost as if Brenda were having a seizure as she cried out in orgasm, but Brian kept licking, now furiously lapping away at her sweet juices as they flowed down her bulging crevice. She could feel something else now, a finger, and then two, slowly fingering her vagina but steadily increasing their pace until they were ramming in and out of her.

"Oh, fuck, fuck!" Brenda shouted, her legs shaking as an even more powerful orgasm rocked through her body this time. Brenda lay back her body falling limp, and Brian slowly made his way back up her body, pausing once again here and there to simulate her flesh with his hands and mouth. When he finally lay on top of Brenda again, they shared a long, soul searching kiss, passionate enough to surpass even all the others they'd shared today.