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He was quite captivated by the way her legging was stretched tightly across her sensual legs... Especially around her bottom. Jason was captivated and excited in equal measures...He started to feel the blood rushing to his groin just looking at her. He saw her looking at his face and he was flustered.
"I like your outfit," He said.
He engaged her in the dialogue to hide his discomposure.
"It's my regular gym outfit...I was changing when you rang the door" she replied in a way to justify her wearing just a bra at this hour.
"Seriously, how do you stay so motivated Mom?"...."You're inspiring me to take better care of me too," He said.
"Thank you, honey...but I don't think I am inspiring so to speak" She replied.
"You know mom, You look stunning without makeup also," He said looking into her eyes.
"You and your exaggeration, never stop" She blushed.
"No mom, seriously...Tell me something....it must be really difficult for you to outrun all the guys who must be chasing you" He said looking her over and smiling.
"You always know the right thing to say to make me laugh" she chuckled...."You are my favourite admirer... always cheering me up when I expect the least," she said.
Catherine knew that her younger son wanted her to be buoyant and jovial and most importantly happy. But she wished that she could get all this attention from her husband. She was a strong-willed woman but sometimes she also would get melancholic.
"I'll always be your cheerleader mom".
"You have this indescribable way of making me just so happy," She said softly " and since when did you become so eloquent with words"? She asked.
..."Mom...you know...?" He stopped midway as if he was weighing the gravity of the words he was going to say next.
"What...?" She asked curiously.
"You...it's... it's..." He hesitated.
"Hurry up I need to shower and then cook lunch also honey" She implored impatiently.
"You don't need a push-up bra. Your breasts are a perfect size".
"Jasonnnnn....you rascal... Don't you have any shame... Speaking about your mother's chest" She rebuked her lovingly and laughed.
He laughed along and rushed to his room.
She turned around and went back to her room to take shower.
********************
After almost an hour Jason shut off his computer and went into the living room and then into the kitchen to look out for his mother. He couldn't find her. She must be in her room, he thought. He sauntered to her bedroom to ask if she needs any help with cooking.
Before he could knock he heard her mumbling something. She was on the phone with someone, He guessed.
"I don't know Audrey, he is so much absorbed in his career that he has forgotten his family it seems" He heard her saying.
He put his head closer to listen carefully.
" No, no... I don't think so, he has always been like that, I don't blame him though...he had no one to back him up when I was pregnant with Peter... Since then he was determined to earn as much to provide lavishly for us..."
There was a pause. Audrey was her friend since college. They were best friends.
"It's a matter of time before he comes back to the city. He is almost done with his enclaves that's what he said to me last time we talked on the phone."
"I still love him Audrey, and I think he does too".
"You don't have to come here...you have so many things on your plate...and anyway... who celebrates a birthday after forty?" she sounded heartbroken.
"Audrey I need to go to make lunch... will ring you back after " she hung up saying that.
She was quite sad about being alone on her coming birthday... however she denied it to her friend. It would be her birthday the day after, not that anyone seemed to care. Peter would be going off to his new job. George was going to be away at meetings again, and she... she would spend the day alone. As he listened, his mind was set... he was going to make this the best birthday ever for her.
He quickly walked back to his room and started planning everything that he could muster. He wanted to surprise her on her birthday. He decided to do something special and called Matt to meet him at the mall.
She went into her bathroom to take a good long hot shower before she fixes lunch.
After a couple of hours, Jason walked into the house with some packages in his hand. He stashed it in his cabinet and then descended into the kitchen. He observed his mother from behind. She was out in jeans and a tee shirt, busy fixing the lunch. Her ass Wiggled with her every movement she made.
His mind fought with the idea of gazing at her charms some more or being a good son and removing his sight from her body. He wondered what both her boobs might look like if they were uncovered. He had guilt because this was his loving mother he was thinking about, and he had grown up with the clear understanding that these thoughts were wrong. The guilt was mild because, with time he had discovered that not only did these thoughts not feel wrong, they felt pretty damn good. Of course, with his father being away most of the year, and her in a melancholic phase, this was the perfect storm of the wrong time to be having thoughts like these. The devil sitting on his shoulder began whispering suggestions about coming up with a viable reason to...to...to give her 'love'.
She heard him come into the kitchen and sit down. She moved her head just enough to peek over her shoulder.
"Hey mom," He said.
"Hey..." Her response indicated indifference. She was gloomy contrary to her usual self.
He wanted to cheer her up.
"You look beautiful today, but then again, you look beautiful every day," He said.
"Thank you, baby".
"Do you ever have bad hair or a bad anything day?" He said again.
"Don't know, but I do have a hellion of a son in my house " she laughed.
"Lunch is ready, I will take an afternoon nap, don't feel like doing something " She added.
After lunch, both resigned to their rooms. Jason was both excited and anxious about her birthday. He decided to take this opportunity to get closer than ever to her.
The day was uneventful for both Jason and her.
After dinner, Jason put a bottle of Glenfiddich whisky on the table, he knew it was her favourite choice.
"What's this for baby"..."We just had our dinner," She asked.
"We haven't had a drink since dad left, Few drinks won't kill you mom" He persuaded
"Baby...maybe some other time," She said.
"Mom, it's been ages?" He asked.
"Not today honey, I am tired."
"Well... more of a reason to have a drink, then. It's not like we do it more often... please."..."Why don't you take a good hot bath while I set the drinks," He said.
"Hmmm... okay... set it up, I better take a shower in the meanwhile."
After a while, She came downstairs wearing a short sundress that reached to her lower thighs. She looked incredibly pretty. It was too much for him. He was relieved that he was wearing a long denim shirt that hid his erection very well.
When she took her seat on the couch He couldn't help but notice her toned legs. Her skin looked flawless with all those skin care products she used and the regular waxing.
He noticed she had thick thighs and the sundress accentuated her figure too nicely. His gaze ran along her legs, then up the front of that sundress, finally landing on her breasts. They were large... perfectly round mounds, straining against the front of the sundress. He took his glass in his hand. but all the time his eyes were drawn again and again to those plentiful mounds.
It was strange to notice these features of one's mother with such sexual feelings, it was an admiration toward her beautiful form. He sensed his arousal growing, fuelled by what were just furtive glances.
She took a sip of her drink and Jason sipped his.
"Here"... "I made you another drink,"
She smiled.
"Thank you," she replied and extended her arm for the whiskey. She took a sip, then held the glass in both hands and rested it on her stomach. She closed her eyes. She then tossed back the drink in two gulps.
"This is good," she conceded.
She opened one eye and noticed him looking at her.
"Sweety... why aren't you taking your drink?" She said, breaking his short reverie.
"Yeah, I am".
"Then... drink up. What are you so engrossed about Sweety?" she asked.
"Is there someone on your mind that you are secretly thinking about?" she teased and smiled at him.
"No... no... Mom."
He paused for a moment.
"Actually... there is someone I am thinking about," He said after a moment.
"She must be really beautiful to have occupied your mind when you have a drink in your hand already," She replied.
"She is not only beautiful but the most amazing person on Earth. She is caring, kind and loving."
"You seem to be very close to her. Who is she? Do I know her?" She said with a tinge of jealousy. She was perplexed with her own feelings, why did she feel envious of whoever her son was referring to, she thought.
"Yes, there's a high probability that you know her very well."
"She must be special."
"Oh, she is a damn special woman in my life."
"May I know who is that you are thinking about then?"
"She is sitting in front of me. It's you I am thinking about Mom."
"Me?" The jealousy was replaced by a feeling of joy. She was surprised by her feelings.
"Yes!"
"And... what are you thinking honey?"
He took another pause and continued.
"That you take care of everything selflessly and don't expect anything in return."
"It's my duty for the family, sweetie."
"I know, but Dad and Peter are seldom around here. Mom, I know you miss Dad. He is so busy with his work that he has inadvertently neglected you. You know, I will always be there for you. I'll never leave you alone... ignored," He said.
She listened to him silently feeling proud that she had a very loving son.
"You are too beautiful to be a neglected mom," He added.
Tears started welling up in her eyes. He stood and went close to her from behind where she was sitting. He went closer and hugged her. It had an immediate soothing effect on her. Her face was close to his lower stomach.
He then held her head. With his fingers, he caressed first her forehead and then her hair. Her eyes were closed again.
"Had I been in dad's position, I would have given you the top priority over my career," He continued. "I would have worshipped you had you been my..."
Jason stopped midway, fearing how she may react.
"Had I been your what?" She asked curiously.
"Nothingggg mom" He replied
"Tell me, Had I been your what?" She asked again getting impatient.
"Had you been my wife"
"Baby, what's gotten into you? This is all sweet but I am still your mother," she said, time keeping her eyes closed.
"I know," Jason responded, looking down at his mom's lips. They looked so soft and tender, just waiting there to be kissed.
"Your father certainly doesn't find me interesting enough to linger more at home."
"Mom, he is not seeing what I am. You are still very young and not to mention fascinating."..."I think I should marry the girl who has all the features of yours"
"I am not young anymore baby, You are saying this because I am your mother. I am forty-two now".
"Mom, you are the most beautiful woman in the world. All my friends drool over you. They say you are the hottest looking of all our parents and..." He stopped, thinking it to be too embarrassing to tell.
"And?" She raised her eyebrows.
"And they say that I am very lucky who get to see you every day." "You, honestly, have what it takes to become a model, I believe".
"Oh, come on... do they say all this about me?"
"Yeah... and much more, which I can't tell you."
"Oh, tell me, I want to know," she said, clearly under the influence of the wine.
"Can I make you another?" He offered.
She crinkled up her nose and tilted her head. "Are you trying to get me drunk Mister?".
"You make me feel like I am missing out on my life." she laughed.
"I would like to have another, it's been a long since I drank." She said.
He made him another drink.
"So you were saying?" She asked raising her eyebrows.
"They once played the 'Most desirable MILF' game. In the game, each one of our mothers was a contender and everyone was given a piece of paper wherein we had to write one name and rate it out of 10 points. Out of six friends, five had written your name with full marks."
"What is a MILF?"
"You are kidding me," He said surprisingly.
"No, I am serious"
"Mom...it's a little....venereal "
"It's okay tell me, I seriously don't know" She replied.
"It means...A woman who is a mother but still hot and desirable."
He took out his phone and showed her its Google meaning.
"You wretched brat, tagging your mother with that name," She berated him, smiling nevertheless.
Deep down she was thrilled with all this disclosure. It was a confidence booster for her that she still had the right sort of curves to make an impression on the young ones.
"So, whose name did you write?" she asked curiously.
"Yours."
"And how many points did you give?"
"The full ten."
"You are so bad, honey... rating your mother with your friends," she teased him.
"Mom, I couldn't have betrayed you, could I? For me, you are a winner." "It's just a stupid game".
"Mmmhmmm??, is it just because of that?" She teased him.
Jason remained silent.
"You deserved it," he eventually said. "Mom, I remember someone saying that you could have been an actress had you pursued a career in the film... and, I agree. They compare you to JULIE KENDALL, and she is hot."
She smiled at his excitement. She was guardedly aware of the comparison. She did take good care of herself. She worked out regularly and ate carefully, and she was proud she had maintained herself well at this age after having two children. This was regardless of whatever popular comparison was made of her to an actress.
"So, the favourite topic amongst your friends is me?"
Jason opened his mouth to say something but before he could utter a word, he heard footsteps at the door. It was Peter.
"Hey, Mom. Hi Jason."
"Hey, honey. We had dinner. Shall I set your dinner too?"
"No Mom. I am full."
"Maybe some wine?"
"It's cool. I am exhausted. Will crash for tonight," Peter replied.
Peter went near Jason.
"Thanks, bro, for covering my absence. Mom seems to be happy. Keep her company till she goes to bed, will you? Nobody likes to drink alone," Peter said to Jason gratefully, then left for his bedroom.
Catherine was relaxed from all the chores she had been doing since morning. She adjusted her position on the couch, leaned her head back and closed her eyes. She was in some deep thought. Jason couldn't tell whether it was due to exhaustion or the wine. He had never seen her relaxed and loosened up for a very long time.
He felt much closer to her after this talk. His gaze was again captured by his mom's breasts, and the way they strained to get out from beneath that sundress. She was so relaxed, with her head back and eyes closed. He noticed that her nipples were pressing against the silky material of her dress. He focused first on one nipple and then the other. As his gaze travelled between them, he realised that his mother was blessed with desirable assets. Her sundress delved down in a big 'V' to the top of her tummy. It was so exciting... so arousing... so very close to his reach. His mind was saying to look away, but his eyes nevertheless stayed back at his mom's breasts. The dress was now stretching tightly across her upthrust nipples which seemed more visible than they were moments before.
"They were not visible at the dinner, which means that she is not wearing a bra right now,' he thought.
Maybe she had it on but must have removed it when she went in to change. All this was very rousing for him. He couldn't control what his eyes and mind could perceive.
She adjusted her position again, making herself more comfortable on the couch. She brought her hips around and started to lay down on the couch. As she did, inadvertently, the strap of the sundress fell over one shoulder. He could see half of her full rounded breast.
'How could anyone not be attracted to that?' he thought.
He imagined the feel of it in his mouth, her soft tits pressing against his lips and tongue.
'Oh God, if only she wasn't my Mom. I could reach down and grab those luscious breasts and squeeze them,' he thought.
He then stood up and went to the head end of the couch. He stood close to his mom, leaning over her from behind. He caressed her forehead and grazed his fingers over her neck. He kneaded her neck gently with his fingers, then started massaging her face. All the time, and without really thinking, he moved his head towards her lips. Slowly he closed his lips just a few inches above hers.
She sensed his lips closer to her face and opened her eyes. Their eyes met for a split second. He moved to kiss her, but she moved her head sideways and his lips landed on her cheek, although very close to where he had intended. It was an inexplicable feeling for him, even if he had aimed for somewhere else. He held her head steady and again moved his lips slightly towards hers. This time, she stopped him.
"Baby, stop. This is wrong." She objected meekly.
"Mom, I..."
He couldn't finish his sentence. He didn't want to stop. He continued massaging her. He leaned forward and grazed his fingers over her lower neck, down between her round orbs. He slowly pulled her sundress sideways, along her right arm, to uncover her right breast completely. It was magnificent.
"Honey, what are you doing?" Catherine mumbled, with her eyes closed once more.
"Nothing, just admiring you."
"Stop! Peter will see us if he comes in," She scolded him, but not with any anger.
"I need to go to my bed but I feel tipsy, I don't think I'll be able to manage" She whispered.
Taking a cue from the situation, He carefully picked her up. He had one hand under both her knees, with the other supporting her back and shoulders.
She was in his arms and her pretty face was against his neck.
"I love helping you Mom and it makes me feel like...um..." He stuttered and wanted to say it made him feel like he was her man, but he didn't want her pissed at him.
She turned her face to him and kissed him. "What baby, you can tell me," she whispered to him and lightly kissed him again.
"It makes me feel like I'm your...man and it's my duty to care for you."
Her right breast had come completely out of her sundress and was hanging down. This did not go unnoticed by him.
Slowly, trying not to make any undue noise, he carried her up to her bedroom and released her to her bed.
She sat there, on the bed, keeping both her hands sideways on the mattress... facing the door... facing her son.
Inside the bedroom, he moved his hands across her neck and slowly downwards with his eyes fixed on her breast and that stiff nipple. He badly wanted to touch it, to feel it in his mouth.
'No... that would be insane,' he thought.
And then he did the unthinkable. He put his palm over her right breast, completely covering it. He could feel the perky nipple against his palm. She was breathing regularly and deeply. He couldn't believe that his hand was on his mother's naked breast. He squeezed it softly, turning his attention to the sundress. He pulled the remaining strap over the other shoulder, uncovering both her breasts and squeezed both of them feeling the soft skin of her breast in his hands.
She held his hands and stopped their movement, but not removing them from her naked breasts.
Jason leaned forward putting his lips against his mother's. He kissed her softly probing her lips with his tongue and trying to find an opening. At first, there was nothing, but slowly she gave him what he wanted, the slightest of openings. Grabbing the moment, he kissed her deeply this time. That was the best kiss he ever had in his life. It was a combination of love and lust and the sudden explosion of having known her completely without ever having known her at all.
