Darrens Obsession

Darren's Obsession

Disclaimer: Not real people, everyone is 18/18+

DARREN

My hands flew across my tablet as the image of my mom appeared on my laptop. Her shining blue eyes, that stunning black hair with its one silver streak. I sighed as I filled in her soft, full lips and her gentle expression. A smile spread across my lips as I added the light to her eyes and looked at the quick portrait. It was good, but still barely captured her true beauty. I'd add it to my wall later.

"Dare?" Mom said questioningly as she realized I was staring at her as she watched her soap opera. I smiled over at her and put down my tablet. I pushed a few buttons on my laptop to save my work and closed it.

"Yeah mom?" I responded and she giggled. She looked at me with a look of love and endearment.

"What are you staring at, hmm kiddo?" She asked, then her eyes snapped back to the TV and she gasped.

"MARIA! No way! That's your son!" She exclaimed and I peeked around the side of the TV to see two characters, a woman mom's age and a man my age, kissing passionately. My eyebrows went up, that was a little scandalous even for a soap opera. Mom watched with wide eyes as the woman pulled away and began to cry. I pulled out a sketchbook and took the pencil from it. I sketched the shocked expression on mom's face.

"I'm not staring, I'm doing homework. It's part of getting an art degree." I said and she shushed me. I chuckled, she was as obsessed with these soaps as I was with her. My pencil began to sketch out the gentle flow of her dress. I followed the way the soft material clung to her teardrop shaped breasts, the way her nipples were slightly hard. It smoothed over her belly and hugged into the triangle between her legs. I felt myself getting hard as I sketched her in detail.

"I'm gonna go work in my room. Enjoy your shows." I told her and retreated to my room. I was the opposite of mom, she was bubbly and outgoing. I was an introvert and an artist, with caramel blonde hair and blue eyes. I was also lanky, built more like a runner than my dad, the former linebacker.

"Insufferable jerk." I muttered as I went to my desk and set up my laptop and started up my art program again. My dad had left mom and I behind to move to Mexico with a younger woman. If he ever showed his face around here again I'd make sure to give him a piece of my mind.

"Whatever, let me get this printed." I grumbled as I sent the digital sketch I had done of mom to the printer sitting at my desk. While that printed I tore out and tacked the pencil drawing I had done on my corkboard. The board was nearly full of sketches I had done in candid moments. Sometimes sleeping, other times watching her shows or cooking. I pulled the printed picture from the printer and put it up on the wall near my bed where I kept pictures where mom's expression was more...aroused.

"Wait..." I whispered as I realized she had been making that face leading up to the mother and son kissing. There had to have been some flirting before that. Mom had that look on her face when a mother and son were flirting and kissing, and she seemed really wrapped up in it. I smiled, maybe this was my chance.

"I'll watch that stupid soap with her tomorrow and start doing some flirting of my own." I said to myself as I pulled out my easel and a large sketch pad. My eyes lit up as I started a new sketch of mom starting with her beautiful face.

LISA

I watched Darren go off to his room yet again, his tablet and laptop in hand. He had been very private in the last few years, not letting me in his room and keeping his art to himself. As a mother I knew he was probably just needing privacy now that he was an adult, but it didn't take away the ache in my chest. We had been so close before he started that big art project he's working on. My eyes snapped back to the TV as the mother and son began to take each other's clothes off in a frenzy.

"Maria, Adam, you're doing the forbidden." I whispered as they fell to the bed wrapped in each other's arms kissing passionately as the screen faded to black and focused on another couple. I sat back and thought about what I had just seen. A mother and a son having sex on mainstream media. Yes it was scripted but it was still so taboo. I thought about Darren, his soft nature and the way he cared for me. I bet he would be an amazing lover. My face turned red as I shook the thought from my head. That was my son, my baby. I didn't need to be thinking sexual thoughts about him.

"Maybe I need to lay off the soaps." I muttered before going to the kitchen and getting a glass of wine. My soap wound down and I got up to start fixing dinner. I planned on some simple baked chicken and got everything ready and in the oven while I listened to music. Soon Darren was back out of his room and I grabbed his hand as he entered the kitchen.

"Dance with me Dare!" I laughed and he smiled as he danced with me to the music. I laughed happily till it changed to a slow song and Darren pulled me into his strong arms. He wrapped his arms around my waist and began to sway with me. I blushed but put my arms around his neck for support. He looked down at me with an unreadable expression on his face before he buried his face in my neck and took a deep breath.

"Darren?" I said a question in my voice as his breath ghosted over my ear making me shiver. I felt his lips gently brush over the side of my throat. Then he pulled away but not before I felt the hardness pressing into my belly.

"Dinner smells great mom. I can't wait, thanks for the dance." He said and sat at the kitchen table with his sketchbook and started to draw. I stood in shocked silence for a moment, trembling. It had felt like Darren had been flirting with me, and I could have sworn I felt his erection. I pushed the thoughts aside and returned to preparing the chocolate mousse I was making for dessert. The oven beeped as I put the mousse in the fridge to set up.

"Hey mom, would you mind posing for me? Nothing nude, just some tasteful sketches I can add to my portfolio. I need a female form and yours is nice." Darren asked and I blushed. He had asked me to pose for sketches before, but this felt different.

"It will just need to be in something a little more form fitting." He said and I saw the catch he needed to still be able to see the curves and shape of my body, even if I wasn't nude. I hesitated, biting my lip as I looked into his big blue eyes. He gave me a pleading look. I sighed I couldn't fight with that face.

"Of course Dare. Can it wait till tomorrow though?" I asked and he smiled broadly at my acceptance.

"Absolutely! Thanks mom! " He said cheerfully and I smiled at him. He was infectious when he was happy and I couldn't resist the joy that filled my heart with his smile. He went back to his sketching and I pulled dinner out and started plating it for us. Darren had told me time and again I didn't have to make his plate, but it made me feel good to provide for him like this.

"Here ya go, sweetie. Dinner is served." I said with an exaggerated bow as I set his plate in front of him and he chuckled. He closed his sketchbook and set it aside, but not before I saw the detailed drawing of me making the mousse. My eyebrows shot up, he had gotten so good. I smiled and went to get my own plate sitting across from him for our meal.

"So how are your other classes going? Is online school hard?" I asked and he gave a shrug.

"Figure drawing, color theory, and digital portraiture are all going great. I'm struggling a bit with my core classes though. Algebra is getting a little rough." He said and I frowned, it had been a long time since I'd been in a college algebra class.

"I can try to help if you'd like?" I offered and he smiled but shook his head. He took a few more bites of food while he thought.

"I think I'm going to see if I can get a text tutor. They help you out over chat. I've heard it's really popular now." He said and I smiled at how clever he was. I loved how smart and creative he was, part of me wished he would never leave me. A sudden rush of sadness at the thought made tears come to my eyes.

"Hey, mom, what's wrong?" Darren asked, grabbing my hand from across the table and giving it a squeeze.

"Just...just promise me. When you finally move out...you won't forget about me." I whimpered and started crying. Darren got up and came around the table kneeling in front of me and wrapping me in his arms.

"Mom, I won't abandon you. I'm not dad, I won't just leave you because some hot piece of tail strolled by." He said and kissed my cheeks, his lips taking away my tears. He rubbed my arms trying to sooth me, then to my shock he kissed me gently at the corner of the lips.

"You're my world mom. I'll never leave you like he did." he said before getting up and picking up our empty dishes and taking them to the sink to clean them off. I sat in stunned silence as I brought my hand to my lips. Darren was flirting with me, it was subtle, but he was definitely flirting. My son was interested in me, as a lover. The pounding in my chest only increased as I looked over at him. His tall athletic body at the sink was on display since he rarely wore a shirt at home. He worked out most weekdays for at least an hour or so in the garage, and he showed every inch of those workouts and healthy eating.

"Hey, want to get the dessert ready?" Darren asked, pulling my eyes away from the line of golden hair that played down his abs and into his gym shorts. He had a cocky look on his face and I blushed when I realized he had caught me looking. Now this would become some sort of game for him.

"Yeah, I'll get a couple of bowls." I said and went to the tall cabinet where we kept them. Except I remembered I couldn't quite reach the ones I wanted. There was sudden warmth behind me as Darren crowded me to the counter, his larger body pressing up against my back.

"Let me get those for you mom." he whispered into my ear as his rock hard cock pressed hard into my ass. He acted as though he wasn't grinding into me as he grabbed the bowls and placed them in front of me. My hands gripped the edge of the counter and I bit back a moan as Darren's hands drifted down my body then he was gone walking back to his chair and sitting with his legs crossed. Trembling I pulled the mousse from the fridge, but my shaking hands couldn't hold the bowl and I dropped it.

"Fuck!" I yelled in frustration as tears filled my eyes again. Darren was at my side before I could even move.

"I'll clean it, it's my fault. I'm sorry mom." He said and pushed me out of the kitchen and away from the mess. I looked at the concerned look on his face as he grabbed a rag and started to wipe up the spilled dessert. Fresh tears poured down my cheeks as my son cleaned up my mess. I was such a failure as a mother, first having sexual thoughts about him and now this. A sob escaped me and rushed to my room locking the door.

"What is wrong with you, Lisa!?" I shouted angrily at the full length mirror on the back of my door. I turned away from my reflection in disgust and went to my bathroom to get ready for bed.

DARREN

My mom's door was locked when I went to check on her. Perhaps I had pushed her too hard, but once I had my hands on her it was hard to stop. There had been enough mousse left in the bowl for me to have a tasty dessert still and I wanted to thank her. I knocked gently, but there was no answer and it looked like her light was off. I listened carefully and heard quiet sobs from inside.

"Mom? Hey, what's wrong? I-I'm sorry about the dessert. I'm sorry, I just... you're so beautiful... I just want to love you." I said quietly to the door unaware if she could hear me or not. There was no answer, just more sniffles, and my hand balled into a fist on her door. I turned back to my room and went in.

"Fuck." I muttered as I collapsed into my bed and stripped off my shorts. Sleeping naked is something I started doing as a teen, mom had started knocking after she found out the hard way. Sleep was fleeting and restless, but eventually darkness came for me.

I woke up groggy and tired, my dreams had been filled with the taste of mom's skin. The feeling of it under my hands and lips, those little whimpers and moans she had tried to hide from me. My cock was hard and painful and my balls ached with the need for release, I would deny my body though. A punishment for how it had caused me to upset mom yesterday. I pulled on the same shorts as yesterday and wobbled out to the hall. Mom's beautiful voice filled the air as I heard her singing in the kitchen, her music turned down so she didn't wake me.

"Good morning, mom." I said as pleasantly as I could manage as I walked into the kitchen. She jumped and then covered her heart dramatically. She was still in her silk nightie and short sleep shorts, it was everything I had not to touch her more.

"Morning Dare." She said with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, like something was still bothering her. Her eyes looked sad and I became concerned as she continued to make our yogurt bowls for breakfast. She topped each with homemade granola and fresh berries before bringing them over to the table. Our hands brushed as I took my bowl from her and she flinched away from me at the contact. A pang shot through my chest and I looked up at her hurt. 'Does she think I'll force her?' I thought as I stared at her.

"Oh Darren, I-I didn't mean..." She trailed off and looked away, tears threatening the corners of her eyes. "I-I'm not hungry." She whimpered and ran to her room.

"Mom!" I called after her and followed as quickly as I could, but the door locked right as I reached it. I slammed my fist into the door, angry at myself for being so forward and the misunderstanding. She was all I had, she was my world, my universe, my obsession. Returning to the empty kitchen was like hell. I turned off mom's music and took my breakfast to my room making sure to slam the door so she knew I was in there. I ate and worked on school work, the broken expression on mom's face haunting me.

Eventually my stomach growled at me and I saw it was well past noon. Then I heard the TV in the living room. I chuckled as I realized that no matter how distraught she was she couldn't miss her soap opera. I walked out quietly and found her huddled on the couch absorbed in the show as the mother and son argued. They were talking about the morality of their relationship. The son was trying to explain how much he loved her and that his love was beyond that of a son.

"Maria, you are my obsession. I would count the stars to please you." he was saying. The woman on screen burst into tears as she fell into her on screen son's arms. They kissed and their hands began to wander, mom leaned forward and her breathing got heavier.

"Lisa, can I show you something?" I asked and she yelped, jumping up from the couch and blushing bright red.

"Darren! You scared me, and why are you calling me by name?" She asked and I simply held out my hand.

"Can I show you my portfolio? Can I show you what my love looks like?" I asked and she looked anxious, almost scared.

"Darren, I don't know...I guess I'll look." She whispered uncertainly then took my hand. I smiled down at her and led her to my door. I pushed her forward and she walked into my room for the first time in years. Mom gasped as she took in the dozens of digital prints and hand sketched pictures of her. She walked further into my room enamored with the detailed artworks of her beauty.

"Darren, why me? Why are you so..." She trailed off as I came up behind her and breathed into her ear.

"Obsessed?" I asked and kissed the shell of her ear. She shivered as I ran my hands up and down her arms. "Because you are life to me. My creator, so beautiful, so forbidden. I'm in love and I won't ever abandon you or leave you." I told her and began to kiss her neck.

"Darren, oh gods, we shouldn't. I'm not supposed to fall in love with my son." She whimpered and began to cry. "I'm a failure as a mother!" She cried and my eyes went wide at her wail. I turned her in my arms and pulled her to my chest.

"You're the best mother! I love you, Lisa. I love you mom." I told her then I pressed my lips to hers. My arms tightened around her as she responded to me. She deepened the kiss by running her tongue over my lip and I immediately opened to her. Her mouth tasted like sweet berries and honey from breakfast and I moaned as I took over the kiss. My tongue danced with hers and my hands slid under her nightie to her heavy breasts. I filled my hands with them and rolled her hard nipples in my fingers. She broke away from our kiss and gasped as I pinched her sensitive nubs.

"Darren!" She called my name as my mouth found her throat and I began to suck making sure to leave a dark mark on her pale skin. My hands moved to her ass and I pressed her hard against me. Her hands gripped my shoulders as I ground her into my hard length, showing her my intent. I felt the bite of her nail as she moaned and bucked against me.

"Mom, can I...can I make love to you?" I asked, looking deep into her eyes. She whimpered at the expression she saw on my face and pressed her body even closer to me.

"Please Darren, love me like your father never could." She said and I felt myself growl before I pushed her onto my bed and pulled off my shorts. Her eyes widened as she saw my cock for the first time since I became a man. She must have liked what she saw because she whimpered and pulled her top off. A groan of appreciation left my lips at her beautiful breasts, I wanted to draw them. Then she took off her shorts and my eyes went wide as I realized she wasn't wearing panties. She was bare, shaved if I had to guess, and absolutely soaked. Her pussy lips glistened with her excitement and as she spread her legs for me they parted.

"You're stunning, more than a muse, a seductress." I muttered as I crawled onto the bed and between her parted legs. She was so wet I could smell her as I lowered my face to her pussy.

"Dare, you make me feel beautiful." She whispered then let out a cry of passion as I ran my tongue around her quivering entrance then plunged it into her taste. She was divine and I got lost in exploring her. Her panting cries only drove me to want more. I swirled my tongue around her clit and slipped a finger into her tunnel, the walls already trembling in pleasure. Mom bucked into my face as I added another finger and began to thrust into her along with my flicking tongue on her clit.

"Darren!" Mom shouted as she came and her cum filled my mouth. I swallowed her delicious gift and kissed her clit before I trailed kisses over her belly to her breasts. I took one of her nipples in my mouth while I rolled the other in my fingers. She arched up into my mouth as I sucked and nipped at the tender bud. Soon I grew impatient to be in her, to feel that tight channel wrapped around me.

"Mom, are you ready?" I asked as I lined my cock up with her entrance. She smiled up at me, placing her hand on mine and guiding me into her. We both moaned as I slid into her. Our hands moved off my shaft and she wrapped her arms around my neck as I sank into her. She felt like heaven, her tight channel and wet heat gripping me, stroking me. I moaned and began to slowly pump in and out of that blissful feeling savoring her body and her moans.

"Harder baby. I need it deeper." She said and I began to thrust harder my hips slapping into hers as her legs wrapped around my hips. Her cries increased as I began to pound into her, my head resting on her shoulder as I got closer to my climax.

"Close, baby, gonna cum!" Mom cried as I felt her incredible tunnel beginning to tighten around my pistoning cock. She screamed my name as we started to cum together.

"Lisa! Oh gods!" I cried as I saw stars and my ears rang while I filled her with my cum and her channel pulsed around me. I took her in my arms and rolled so she was on top of me, sprawled across my chest panting in satisfaction.