Crossing the Forbidden Boundary

She noticed the look of hunger on his face; the same look of hunger his Dad used to get before they made love.

"Sweety, honey... stop... please stop." unconsciously pulling her sundress tighter across her body.

His happiness was shut off at that moment. She removed his hands from her. He was disappointed but was also relieved that she didn't chide him for his adventures.

"Honey I am tired. We must rest now."

"Sure mom, do you want me to give you a leg massage?"

"No honey, you have already been exceptionally loving to me today... go... we'll talk tomorrow."

"Sure Mom," he replied, unsure of what she meant by 'exceptionally loving'.

'Was it an appreciation or was it a subtle reprimand?' he wondered.

"Honey..."

"Yes, Mom."

"Don't tell any of this to your father...or... brother. Goodnight, sweetie."

"Goodnight, Mom." He replied but didn't want to leave.

Jason was fighting his own whispering demons. "You want what you saw, don't you", they whispered over and over. Disgust, shame and lust ripped through him at the same time. Frustrated he finished his whisky and went straight to his bedroom.

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Back in his bed, Jason was in an ocean of contemplation and musing. He was in a storm of emotions. He was engulfed by fear, dream, hope and endless possibilities. He was constantly surprised by the attraction he felt for his mother. He was captivated by her diverse personality. She loved music, dance, and films. He adored her soft, perfect womanly curves. For him, she was a divine woman... she was... a seductress.

Jason loved his mother but also lusted after her as a woman. All the time, as he fantasised about his mother, he continued to stroke his erection. It felt so good... so much better than normal... and the more he stroked, the more he dreamed of her. His mind was full of his mom, imagining her naked on her bed and stroking himself. He felt the strongest orgasm ever thinking about what he was doing to her in his imagination.

He shuddered with pleasure and immediately was consumed by nauseating guilt. He thought he was a pervert, who first took advantage of her graciousness and then jerked off thinking about his mother. He thought he was doomed and dammed both at the same time. Damned for his inappropriate and sinful thoughts and doomed because he knew in his heart that he would never be able to stop desiring her.

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The next morning Jason woke up to find that Peter was gone already. Memories of the previous night brought a sweet thrill to him but they also haunted him.

'What if Mom thinks that I have taken advantage of her inebriated state,' he worried.

'No, she was conscious.'

'What if she says this to dad.'

'But she warned me specifically not to do that.'

He was bounded by a flurry of thoughts and apprehensions. He needed to talk to her to know her state of mind. These thoughts were killing him so went into the hall and called out.

"Mom... Mom..." but there was no response.

'She must be still sleeping,' he thought.

He went to her bedroom but the door was slightly ajar. He peered inside.

He was mesmerized by what was in front of him. His mother was sitting in front of her dressing table on a chair, with just a towel around her body. Her wet hair and the waterdrops trickling down her neck and shoulder were proof that she had just showered. She was straightening her hair. The towel partially covered her breasts and ended at her thighs. He could see a huge amount of cleavage and gazed at her alabaster fair thighs. He was too focused on her lovely legs to look away. His loins stirred and couldn't divert his gaze.

'That is the most magnificent pair of thighs ever... including porn,' he thought. 'She looks like those actors, in those porn movies, who are getting prepared to be... to be fucked.'

He imagined them spreading wider, sinking his hands into the darkness under the towel, right between her legs. All this while wondering what colour panties she was wearing. He strained to have a better view of her. He never meant to, but as he tried to get a better view, he nudged the door open. It creaked slightly.

"Jason, honey, what are you doing here?"

"I was looking for you Mom, didn't know the door was open," he lied.

"Please don't tell me that I have failed as a parent that my own son is unnaturally attracted to the sight of his almost naked mother?"

"Mom, no, it's nothing like that" He lied.

"Nice try but my face is up here," she laughed.

Relief swept over him. Jason's face turned red as he blushed.

"Jason, you are not a child honey. Are you?"

"No Mom."

"You shouldn't lurk around while your mother is getting dressed," she scolded him with a smile. "What if Peter sees you here looking at me?"

"He's not here." He said.

"And even when we are alone, as a son you have certain limitations, you shouldn't look at your mother that way," She said.

Jason stood there not wanting to leave. After a long pause, she continued.

"This is a very odd feeling," she said, the severity was gone.

"What mom?" He asked, without looking away from her.

She gathered her thoughts briefly and said.

"I should feel disgusted at the way you were just looking at me, and instead, I have a giddy feeling inside me. It's been a long time since someone looked at me with that kind of desire" she replied.

"I'm not usually a sentimental person but I'll never forget last night," She said

"Mom... you are gorgeous, and I just can't help admiring you"

"Jason, You should leave honey, I need to dress." She said and turned her head towards the mirror.

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It may have been another disappointment, but those moments were the most valuable time for Jason. He and his mom would go out for ice creams, or sometimes just stay home and watch old movies. It was during this period that he became very closer to her. They would talk about anything, and she would answer any question he had, honestly and openly.

After a few weeks, Peter landed a job and left for Canberra. George would visit them there whenever he got days off from his business conclaves and summits.

Jason and her mom were having their dinner the night before her birthday.

"You remind me of your father when he was young." She said wistfully.

"In a good way, I assume?" He said softly.

"Mmhm. I think you managed to get all of his best qualities."

She reached out and ruffled his hair affectionately.

"I got half my genes from you, you know,"...." That probably helped, " He said.

"Now you're just humouring me." She replied.

"Maybe. That doesn't mean I'm wrong. If you think I have a lot of good qualities, that has at least as much to do with you as Dad" He said.

Mom, What's your plan tomorrow.... besides warding off guys trying to win you?

"Very funny...nothing much, you know my schedule...why?"

He paused and then said.

"What would you say if someone like me were to ask you out?"

"As in??" She asked with a confused expression.

"Mom, would you like to go out again tomorrow with me, just you and me?"

"Mmmmm, okay Honey....but what's the occasion, " She asked after her consent.

"Can't a son take his mom out for an outing?" He asked.

"Sure can....and anyway I have nothing important tomorrow, I would love to baby," She said lovingly.

"Mom?"

"Yeah?"

"I want it to be very special tomorrow."

"How? Special like what?" she asked, smiling.

"Like... like... a date... a proper date."

"A date?"

"Yeah, Mom."

"You want to go out for a date with your mother...are you sure honey? There's plenty of girls you could ask for a date" She teased.

"Mom, I don't need anyone but you...I just love to spend time with you"... "mom I want to spend as much time as possible with you before I leave for my job or something" He added.

"You should be talking to girls your age honey, taking them out for dinner and..." She stopped midway.

"I am asking someone who I love the most, that's what matters to me" He replied looking straight into her eyes.

"My son is a smooth talker, isn't he?" She smiled at his reply. He smiled back.

"You anyway don't go out yourself with your friends, So let me take you out," He said.

"Okay, baby, but where," She said.

"You will know," He said.

Catherine felt a different tinge in her stomach. She was happy. She felt like a woman again. No one had taken her out for a very long time. She indeed felt special and 'wanted'.

Lying back on the bed Jason could help but briefly envisioned sleeping with his mother, not in the sexual sense, but wondering what it would be like to hold her, to have her body pressed close to him. He slowly drifted to sleep thinking about sleeping close to her, keeping his hands on her naked body, waking her up by kissing her back, her neck, his cock pressing into her bare ass.

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They decided to leave early so that they could return before it got dark. The next morning they were on the road. As he drove, he kept one eye on the road, but, couldn't help but glance over every two min to check out the gap between her blouse buttons, and try to see what he wasn't supposed to be seeing, which was a significant portion of her right breast, enveloped by a brassiere.

"Where are we going son"? She asked.

"Campsite" He replied finally disclosing the venue.

"But the work there is still unfinished, your father wants to build a resort there". She argued.

"Yes, but it doesn't matter mom, it's such a beautiful place anyway". He said with a smile.

The campsite, which George had bought at an auction for his family only last year, had a pond and forest surrounding it, which made it even more beautiful. Jason and Peter often went there, where Peter would try his photography skills with his NIKON D7500 DSLR camera. The only time Catherine had been to the campsite was when her husband took everyone around to see the place but she had not seen the whole area before barring the anterior of it.

After an hour's drive, they were at the campsite. It was all greenish and primitive. The trees were majestically long. Their knotted arms rose ever upwards, as far as their head could lift. They were hoary fortresses and stood proudly. They could hear the chirping birds in the woods and a few squirrels rushing around. Hares were scampering away. Some Wood sorrel flecked the blanket of grass. They walked in and out of shady glades. The peace of the morning was soul soothing. The forest's smell was fresh and organic. They picked some wild berries on their stroll and they were tart and sweet.

In the middle of that area lay a disc of brightest blue, a beautiful lake, like a mirror on the wall it was oval and flat. They walked slowly towards the lake. They were walking very close so that their hands and sometimes her waist was rubbing against his thighs. He looked at her and smiled, held her hand in his palm and started walking towards the lake like a couple in love.

As they approached near, they saw the wisps of clouds reflected on it just as well as the sides of the tall green trees. Even the depths were vodka clear. It was soothing and yogi still. Freckled trout were leaping for flies and thunking on its surface. The rising sun caused a division of armed flies to swarm into the air. The scene was so glorious that She had a lightning bolt moment. The damp grass felt great to their feet.

They made their way to its shore. The idyllic scene took her breath away. Unruffled by wind or rain, it was vault still and restful. The only sounds were the bumbling of bees and the heavy echo of a raven crawking. The heaven-leaking light added a golden tint to the face of the lake and it felt like a paradise to her. Most of all, she remembered how it felt to be young on her special day.

"This place is very beautiful"... "Thank you for bringing me here, I liked it." She said

"I'm so glad Mom, that you liked it. I want you to be happy forever, and I'll do anything to make you joyful."

After rambling for an hour, they went to the back of the campsite where the lawn was beautifully prepared to sit on. Jason spread the blanket and took the music speakers out and secretly took out the gifts that he bought for his mother as well as the food that he had brought.

"What's all this honey"

"I prepared something for ourselves"....."Mom what would you like to have for lunch?" He looked at her and asked.

"My... my... what have I done to have this honour, young boy?"

"Well... they say you can always charm a beautiful woman with good food. I made you chicken pasta and brought you your favourite red wine."

"You want to charm me? Your mother?"

"Of course, I do."

"Why, what for?"

"Just for my favourite lady in the world."

"Oh, so I am your favourite lady now?"

"Yes!"

"Honey save these lines for all the young girls in your college."

"But... Mom... for me, you are the most amazing person. Nobody holds a candle in front of your beauty."

"Flattery will lead you a long way Mr Hotshot."

After that, they ate their meal and gulped the wine together.

"Mom, I have something for you," Jason said nervously.

"What is it, Sweetie?"

He picked up a package and handed it over to her.

"Please open it," he said.

She opened it patiently.

"Happy Birthday, Mom."

"Oh, Honey, you remembered."

"Of course, I did. How could I not?"

She opened the package and found a cute cotton printed Castleton Green sundress with retro short-sleeves and an O-line neck inside It had a bluish butterfly printed all over which he had chosen it keeping her figure in mind.

"Oh, Sweetie. It's lovely. I love it."

"There's more."

"There's more?"

"Yes."

She took out a tiny white box. It had a beautifully carved platinum finger ring inside.

" Oh baby, it's so beautiful....it's lovely," She said with utter happiness.

"I want to put it inside your fingers myself, can I "

"Oh, baby" Saying this she extended her right arm to him. He took out the ring from the box and her palm in his left hand held it gently and put it in her fingers. She was ecstatic and so was he. His effort brought the happiness to her that he wanted.

"It's beautiful, thank you!!!" She said.

"You escalated its value mom " He replied.

"There's more." He said.

"There's more?" She asked curiously.

"Yes."

She saw an extra small piece of clothing beneath that bigger package. She picked it up and was pleasantly surprised.

"Baby... Sweetie... it's... it's... lingerie!"

"Yup, I bought it for you."

"Lingerie for your mother?"

"Why? Don't mothers wear lingerie? Don't you?"

"Yeah, I do, but this is not supposed to be coming from you Sweetheart. Sons are not supposed to gift their mothers lingerie," she said, smiling.

He blushed.

"Sweetie, where did you get the money for all this? That wine, the sundress, a platinum ring and now this!"

"I asked dad, He owed me that much."

"Honey, this is so wonderful, so sweet and so unexpected. I don't know what to say. You're the most wonderful son any mother could have. I love you so much, sweetheart!" She was tearful with emotion now.

"Please don't cry, Mom."

"Don't be silly. I am very, very happy."

"Thanks again, baby. You're so special to me."

"You're more than welcome, Mom. I'm so glad I made you happy."

There was a long pause.

"Mom"

"Yes?"

"Mom, I want something from you."

"What, a return gift?"

"No, not a return gift."

"Then... what?"

"I want...you...to..."

"Yes? Tell me."

"I want you to show me the gift."

"Sweety it's lying out here for you to see...you must have seen it yourself when you picked it up." She said perplexed.

"No, I want you to show it to me.... with you wearing it."

"Jason...I don't know...It doesn't feel right...A mother shouldn't be wearing lingerie and displaying it to her son" She whispered.

"Mom, please "

He knew that was the turning point of their relationship.

"Mmmmm... but sweety where will I change? We are out in the open....No honey this doesn't feel right".

"You can change behind those trees. I won't look... I promise, and it's our property, so I don't expect any company... Please mom.. please beautiful" He pleaded, then reasoned and then flirted in the same line.

She thought for a second and then she said. "Whatever suits you honey. Wait here for me."

She went slightly into the woods where she could change into the newly bought lingerie. After some ten minutes, she called out.

"Sweetie... I am ready. Wanna see?"

"I have been dying to see you in those."

"Is that so?"

"Yes!"

"You brat. Don't you feel embarrassed saying you want to see your mother without her clothes?".

"No... I Said I want to see you in lingerie. There's a difference. Without clothes though is also okay," he replied, blushing.

"Then come on... your gift is here for you to see."

Jason moved forward towards the trees. He was full of anticipation. He wondered how his mom would look in the lingerie he had chosen.

'Will she model them for me?' he thought.

He walked a couple of steps more and then... his jaw dropped as he caught sight of her.

He couldn't stop himself from staring at her body. His mouth went dry, and his cock twitched wickedly as his eyes glazed over. She was even more beautiful than he had ever imagined. His mind was torn between excitement and guilt as he leered down at her.

He had never seen such perfection. Her breasts were magnificent. They were perfectly formed. They were big and beautiful. Not too big, just right. They had to be 36Ds or even 36DDs. He couldn't help but stare as he watched her pendant melons wiggle and jiggle seductively. They were full and heavy. Her breasts stood proud within the lacy bra cups. Her thighs were wider than an aspiring model would want, but her calves were thin and shapely, and the thin bikini underwear showed the outlines of her pussy in detail.

To him, she was the most beautiful woman in the world. His mind was in chaos. He didn't know what was going to happen to him, but he couldn't take his eyes off her. He cursed his dad for subjecting his mother to such loneliness, but down deep inside, He was happy that he did because it had led to this occasion to see her almost naked. Not only that, he found himself wanting to take her right there in the middle of the forest. He wanted to do everything for her. He was afraid that he was losing his sanity and felt on the edge of losing all control when suddenly he was brought back to reality by her. He wanted to have what he saw in front of him.

"Are you done drooling?" she joked.

"I want something more," he demanded.

"More?"

"Yes, I want to see you with the sundress that I got you too."

"You run on backtrack, sweetie?"

"Backtrack?" he blushed.

"Well... usually a man asks a woman to undress. Now... turn away."

She picked up the dress and put it on.

After a couple of minutes, Jason turned and looked at her. He was smitten by her beauty, to say the least.

"God, you're so beautiful, Mom."

"How's it look?"

"You look ravishing, Mom," he said.

"What a charmer," she smirked.

"No seriously, you're stunning Mom, you know that. It accentuates your best features."

"And what are my best features?"

He gave her a once over.

"I'd say... your eyes and lips are the first things that stand out. They're captivating, alluring." " You have the cutest nose". He added.

"And what about beyond my face?" she asked raising an eyebrow.

"You look like an actress straight from porn movies, Hot and sexy." He said with a mischievous smile.

"Baby, you know what are you saying is very inappropriate," She said but was not upset. She laughed at his analogy.

"Mom, I didn't mean any disrespect. It's just a compliment about your beauty" He justified.