Coming Clean Ch. 04

"At least two inches too short, but nice try anyway."

A few minutes later Brenda's phone buzzed again, and of course once more it was Jackie. It was a "jealousy" emoji.

"Always needs to get the last word, doesn't she," Brenda laughed to herself. Knowing Jackie she meant it too; she had always been the size queen between them whereas Brenda preferred regular sized dicks, although merely seeing someone as large as Brian in the flesh had aroused Brenda in unexpected ways. That and the fact that it was Brian. "My son has a huge cock." Just saying the words in her mind had been surprisingly exciting, especially knowing that in Brian's mind it really was all for her.

"Accommodating" Brian had given her some truly amazing moments but it had also left Brenda feeling quite sore now. With time, she assumed it was something she would get used to for the being it would be a negative aspect of their sex life.

What really mattered though, more than size ever could, was whether a man knew how to use what he had been blessed with. In Brian's case, it had been incredible to watch him trying to be confident as a lover even though he wasn't quite there, then gradually get better towards the end. The final bit, where he'd grabbed Brenda's ass and started pummelling into her from below had been truly fantastic, a display of what Brian was capable of as a lover when his sexual instincts, athletic body, and big cock were all working together as one. The orgasm he'd given Brenda had shook her to her core, and he'd managed to do it during his, and their, first time together. He was going to get even better with more time and experience, Brenda had no doubt about that in her mind, and she would do whatever he needed her to do to help him succeed.

**

They were outside now, taking in the beauty of nature as Brian led her mother on the hiking trail. Luckily the weather was truly mild, with no wind and only a light snow, and so it was easy for them to have a nice, casual conversation as they went without having worry too much about the elements. Their talk had been pretty basic at first, with Brian talking about his classes and other school activities, although the overall banter was significantly warmer and lighter than what had made Brenda feel distant from him before. For the first time in many, many years, she felt close to her son again, and while part of her would always be skeptical to the notion that this could only have happened by becoming lovers she couldn't help but feel grateful to be a part of her son's life again regardless of what it had taken to get there.

Brenda loved to hear her son speaking with such confidence too, playfully mentioning one of his professors who a carried herself with an abundance of that "Sexy College Professor" vibe. Brenda could hear the teasing nature in his voice, prompting her to needle him back, "Oh really? She's that hot, huh?"

"I mean kinda yeah," Brian chuckled back. "I don't know if the other guys would really agree, but they don't have the older woman bug like I have."

"Oh no, she doesn't wear Mom jeans too, does she?" Brenda nudged back.

"Thank god, no," Brian laughed back, "or else I'd be done for."

They continued along the trail, once again taking the time to marvel at the winter wonderland setting around them, and kept up with the conversation as well. Brenda spoke mostly now, and although it hadn't been her intent, the discussion took a much more serious tone. She found herself talking about some of the darker aspects of her past, including her marriage. It had always been the hardest thing for her to open up about, even with Jackie, but those strained conversations with her had been somewhat therapeutic and Brenda found like she needed to let Brian in to this part of her life as well.

"I... I never loved Ted," Brenda said uneasily, quickly searching Brian's face for a reaction. "Maybe I fooled myself into thinking otherwise for a short while, but by the time we were married I already knew the truth."

The only other person Brenda had told this to had been Jackie, who not surprisingly had taken it in stride, but Brian instead looked... Brenda, wasn't sure what he was feeling, only that the news had hit him hard.

"I'm so sorry dear, I never should have told you that," Brenda said wistfully.

"If it's true, then I'm glad you did," Brian steadfastly replied.

"It is, but that doesn't mean I should have said it. No kid should hear their parent speak that way about their other parent."

"I'm not a kid," Brian stated matter-of-factly.

"But you're still upset."

"I am, but not for the reasons you think. I'm upset that you had to deal with all dad's crap, I'm upset that you never got the love that you deserved."

"You never really had much of a relationship with Ted either, did you?" Brenda observed.

"No, and I have no interest in wanting to change that. I am curious as to why you ever married him though."

"I didn't exactly have the greatest home life with your grandparents..." Brenda started.

"That's kinda obvious, considering you barely speak to them now," Brian interjected.

"Exactly. So when I met Ted, I was still living at home... very unhappily... and he was already set with a good job. When he asked me to marry him a few months later... well, you can probably figure out the rest of what happened after that."

"Yeah, you married a jerk that ignored you at the best of times and was an asshole the rest of the time. At least that's what he was like when he was at home and not out trying to find some teenage girl to bang."

"I'm sorry that you had to witness all that, Brian."

"I'm a lot sorrier that you never got the love you deserved, and even sorrier that I wasn't there for you... you know... the way I wanted to be there for you. Even if you would have rejected those advances, I still wish it could have happened."

"I know dear, and the more I've been thinking about those days, the more I wish it had happened too."

"Really?" Brian asked, genuinely stunned.

"The 'me' of back then would have never understood, she would have freaked out on you for trying such a thing, and for that reason I'm still glad you never did, but the 'me' of today knows a lot more about you, about me. If I could talk to her now, I'd tell her to let you into her room, that what you had to offer her as a son, as a lover, was too special for her to waste and would have made that nightmare she was going through at least somewhat bearable."

"Really? You would have told her that?"

"There's no point in preoccupying ourselves with the past Brian, even if it can be intriguing at times." Brenda smiled back. "When it comes to Ted... well, all I can say is if it weren't for him then I wouldn't have you, and we wouldn't have found each other the way we have. That's all that really matters to me now."

There was such a look of love on Brenda's face that Brian couldn't help but move towards her and give her a soft, gentle kiss on the lips.

"I'm starting to get cold, maybe we should head back," Brian said.

"Sounds good to me," his mother grinned back. It really wasn't that chilly, but the look of excitement in Brian's eyes was infectious and made Brenda anxious to return to a more intimate setting sooner rather than later. They cut across the trail on the way back to save time, but it meant taking a steeper, snowier route. By the time they got back Brenda felt not only sore from the hike but soaked through to the bone from the snow that had melted through her clothing.

"Wow, I really need to get out of these clothes and have a shower," Brenda fretted, "and we should probably look at getting dinner started too."

"I can take a look in the kitchen, Mom," Brian said, as he had come away through the heavy snow mostly dry.

"Sounds great, dear. I'll see you in a bit."

Brenda was anxious to slip out of her wet clothes and jump into the shower, starting with a through washing of her shoulder length, sandy brown hair. She'd just finished and was about to complete the rest of her shower when she heard a noise that sounded like the bathroom door opening.

"Brian, is that you? Is everything alright?" The shower door was too fogey to discern much outside so Brenda slid the door open only to see Brian standing at the room's entrance, clad only with a towel around his waist.

"Brian, what's going on? I thought you were making dinner."

"I was but..." he began sheepishly, "but today has been so special and I felt really weird being apart... I'm sorry, I know I'm acting silly."

"You are acting silly," she rebuked, before Brian realized everything was okay again as his mother broke out into a welcoming smile. Truth be told. Brenda had been briefly annoyed by her son's behavior, until she reminded herself that this wasn't just a new romance for Brian, but his only one. There was bound to be awkward moments like this as he tried to navigate the relationship waters for the first time, but unlike other mothers who could do nothing but watch their sons struggle from afar, Brenda had the real opportunity to spare her son that kind of pain and suffering, and give him all the support a young man could ever need.

"I was just getting washed up. Why don't you be a dear and help with my back?"

"Um, sure..." Brian clumsily replied, lumbering his way over to her. The shower wasn't particularly large, and Brian's hulking 6'3'' frame wasn't going to make this easy, but Brenda would find a way to make it work. And with that, Brian's towel fell to the ground and he got into the shower behind Brenda, using the loofah she'd handed him to gently wash her back. Once again, Brenda was impressed at how well managed to show restraint, not something she really expected from a young, horny guy who had just lost his cherry and was no doubt thirsty to get some more.

The tone of their conversation was cheerful, practically jovial, and Brenda took a great deal of pleasure in their light-hearted banter that filled the small room with jokes and laughter. At one point, Brian made a joke about the cramped quarters of the shower, and Brenda replied that it was a miracle that there had been room for the three of them. Brian looked confused, until his mother took a not so modest peek at his cock that had been waving half erect like a wand sticking out from his groin. It was the first acknowledgement she'd made of his erection since Brian had joined her in the shower, and to Brenda's surprise her throwaway joke about Brian's size had been enough to make him turn red in embarrassment, making Brenda laugh out loud. She had taken subtle glances at it to know that despite beyond the jokes and laughs, there was definitely a sensual component to what Brian was feeling with her now, which Brenda was glad to see since it mirrored her own state of semi-arousal.

Brenda moved behind her son now, as it was his turn to have his back washed. Unlike his movements, however, Brenda's were decidedly more erotic, as she placed small kisses along Brian's neck and shoulders as she washed. Brian became quieter as the tone now became more hushed, both of them focusing more on the steadily rising erotic tension building between them. When Brenda reached her son's waist, she sensuously rubbed circles into his muscular ass cheeks, and then moved her hand to underneath to wash the area between his ass and balls. Her intimate touch had been enough to make Brian shudder with a low groan of arousal, and Brenda then moved both her hands to his front, using a copious amount of soap to thoroughly wash his cock and balls.

Another low moan escaped Brian's lips as Brenda had a hand reached around him and gently held his throbbing shaft in one hand while massaging his balls with the other. Her voice was low and husky, barely audible above the sound of the water crashing around them but clearly full of desire.

"I didn't suck your cock earlier, Brian. Would you like me to do it now?"

"Mmmm... yeah, I'd love that," Brian responded sounding like he was caught in the middle of an erotic dream. But only if you want to..."

"What do you mean, of course I want to," now sounding a bit confused.

"I mean, I'd love it, especially coming from you, but Aunt Jackie did tell me that it was something you really weren't into."

"Oh Jackie, Jackie, Jackie," Brenda mused with a slight chuckle.

"She was wrong then?" Brian guessed.

"She's right in that I never cared much for it before, but if there's one thing I've learned recently it's that 'what' you do isn't nearly as important as 'who' you're doing it with. But I'm seeing things a lot more clearly now, like I did last night."

"Last night?" Brian asked quizzically.

"Last night, when you came out wearing those ridiculously small trunks. I knew you felt embarrassed; I wanted to go back to your room after you left us to comfort you, but I couldn't."

"I don't understand," Brian said.

"I couldn't go because of other feelings I was having, much stronger that what I was feeling as a mother wanting to shelter her child. Feelings I tried so hard to suppress, but knew I couldn't anymore. I didn't go back to your room because even if I tried to be your mom I knew that eventually that other side of me would have come out instead, the side that desperately wanted to see your cock. The side that wanted to feel you throbbing in my hands the way I do now, growing bigger and harder from you getting turned on. I saw that bulge in your trunks and all I could think about was how good it would feel inside me, and both my mouth and pussy got wet thinking about it. I knew I couldn't trust myself to go to your room and instead be your Mom, so I didn't even try."

"I wish you had. It would have been a beautiful beginning to this journey we've started," Brian asserted.

"Beautiful? Are you serious?"

"Having you innocently offer to help me with my trunks and then seeing you lose control and take me into your mouth instead. I would have loved it. It would have shocked the hell out of me, but once that feeling subsided I would have loved it.

"I'm sorry, Brian," Brenda added, suddenly becoming emotional. "I felt so ashamed. I still do a little, even after everything that's happened since."

"You shouldn't. I love your sexual side. I love seeing you get horny and excited. I love hearing the nasty things you say to me with are even hotter than anything I'd imagined you would say. I feel like I know you better than I ever did before. And yes, that's beautiful to me. As beautiful as your beaming smile that can light up a room or your gorgeous, curvy body next to mine as we laughed and joked in the shower just now."

"Well, like I said, I'm seeing things clearer now; I know what I am. I'm a mother who raised a son I love and am proud of, but that isn't enough for me anymore. I want to spend time with him like we are now, exploring each other's bodies sensuously with our hands and mouths, making slow, passionate love or wildly fucking each other for sexual pleasure. It's not the life I wanted for us, but I've accepted it enough to try and make the best of it, and despite the shame I still sometimes feel I also know that this is the happiest I've been in years, maybe ever. So yeah, I'd love to suck your cock, Brian, because you're my lover and what we have together means the world to me."

"Would you do something for me, Mom?"

"Of course, dear, anything you want."

"I want you to suck my cock, but as my mom, not my lover."

"Now you sound like Jackie," Brenda chuckled. "She talks about her and Kyle doing things like that but I'm not even sure what she means or how they do it."

"Come on, let's get out of here."

The two got out of the shower and lovingly dried each other off, then walked back to the bedroom, with Brian's arm around his mother's shoulder and her hand clasped on his hip. When they arrived, Brian lay on his back with Brenda laying on her side next to him.

"I kinda know what Aunt Jackie and Kyle do," Brian began. "They like to take important moments from the past when they were still adults but not yet lovers and 'retell' them in interesting ways."

Brenda thought for a bit, feeling disappointed that there appeared to be so few to choose from, and then said, "Well, I remember you getting cut from the track team as being a pretty big deal."

"It was," Brian said, feeling somewhat dejected merely thinking about it. "I'd never really done much when it came to extracurricular activities, but I always thought I was a fast runner and that I could make it. I was devastated when I didn't."

"I know it's tough to accept rejection, especially when you're only eighteen," Brenda said.

"That wasn't the only reason I was upset," Brian confessed, "I was hoping you'd notice me too."

Brenda wasn't sure if her son was still recounting the past accurately or playing this game he'd asked of her, but the playfulness of his voice along with the sight of his clearly stiffening cock made her decide to just go with the moment and see where it took them.

"Of course I noticed you, dear. You'd filled out quite nicely that year, and the bulge in those gym shorts were pretty hard not to notice too. But I was your mom, I couldn't tell you things like that, or let on what I was feeling."

"But that day was different," Brian said, fully embracing their shared fantasy now. "What made you act that way when you visited me in my bedroom?"

"I don't know. It started out innocently enough with the two of us sitting on your bed. You were practically in tears and so I held you close to me, and it felt so good for me too, feeling the big, strong man you'd become in my arms. I kissed you on the cheek and forehead several times, and there was nothing un-Motherly about it, but then I looked into your eyes, and saw other emotions too. The ones that I often caught on your face when you thought I wasn't looking: love, lust, and desire. I could feel my heart racing; I knew what you wanted and I knew I wanted it too. And before I knew what was happening, I moved to kiss you again on the cheek, except this time afterwards I moved over and followed it with the tiniest kiss on the lips. I didn't know how you'd react; I was trembling, terrified, and yet even then it felt magical. But then we kissed again and again, and before I knew it we were casually making out."

Brenda looked down and noticed her son's cock had almost grown to full length now, looking as if it was begging for her touch, and so she took it into her hands and began gently stroking it. It wasn't just Brian who'd become excited though, as Brenda could feel her pussy getting wet, and after a short while Brian managed to get one of his hands close enough to massage Brenda's clit.

"Everything was so sweet and tender, even when your tongue softly entered my mouth and we began kissing that way for a while," Brian said. "I felt like we were in our own little world, and everything else, like getting cut by the track team, or whatever problems you were going through with Dad, were all insignificant. And I knew for certain that I couldn't care less about us being mother and son. Everything I was feeling with you then was way too good for anyone to convince me that it could be wrong. I didn't know how far you wanted to take this, but I was on board for whatever you had in mind. Luckily, I didn't have to wait too long as soon after I felt your fingers on the front of my shirt, carefully undoing the buttons."

"Your lips felt so good all I could think of was wanting to feel more of your hot, young flesh," Brenda said. "I wanted to feel your strong shoulders and chest in my hands, I wanted to suck your nipples hard with my lips. And so I took your shirt off, but I didn't stop there. I unbuttoned my blouse too, looking into your eyes that first got wide in surprise but then quickly changed to a look of unadulterated lust."