High Anxiety Ch 02

CHAPTER 2 -- Saturday Chores

Brandon woke Saturday morning to sunlight streaming in his window. After watching a few episodes of Expanse the night before with his mother, he played some video games then lay in bed formulating his seduction plans before falling asleep. After dragging himself out of bed, he stared in the mirror, wondering if he should wear anything special today. He was 5 feet 11 inches tall, with a thin but wiry build. He was fairly hairless and hated he couldn't grow any decent facial hair. Deciding that nothing much could be done to spruce himself up, he washed his face and threw on a t-shirt and pair of sweatpants and headed out to the small kitchen for some cereal and milk.

Ann was sitting at the table sipping some coffee. Her long black hair was up off her neck and she sat in a chair wearing a baggy pullover top and some shorts. Brandon smiled at her as he got out the cereal and milk, his eyes wandering to take in the smooth white skin of her thighs and her well rounded calves that tapered down to slim ankles.

"Mornin', Mom. I'll be ready to start chores in about 30 minutes...that okay?"

"Yes, that works, Bran. How late did you stay up gaming last night?" Ann wondered at his proactive approach to Saturday chores this morning. Maybe he stayed up all night and was feeling guilty or something.

"Not too late. I was in bed before 1:00, I think."

Ann laughed as she replied, "I think the last time I was up that late was before you were born."

They finished breakfast and cleaned up. Ann had her list of weekly and monthly tasks for the two of them and they divided them up

"Mind if I put some music on, Mom?"

"Sure, honey. Just not too loud, okay?"

Brandon put on a 2000's playlist of songs he knew his mother liked from her teenage years. Pink started playing and Ann started singing along, dancing just a little to the upbeat music as Brandon knew she would. He stood in front of her and started to dance awkwardly with her, making Ann laugh.

"What? Am I that terrible? Show me how, then."

"You have to use your hips and feel the music. Follow me, honey."

Brandon watched his mom dance and was captivated by how she moved. It was sexy to see her hips move, perfectly synchronized with the music and the joy that radiated off her was so...attractive. He got better as they danced, he thought, but still wasn't very comfortable. When Creed's 'My Sacrifice' came on, Brandon held out his hand and pulled Ann in for a slow dance. His head swam a bit as he smelled her shampoo and felt her large soft breasts pressed against his chest.

Ann spoke softly, "This is nice. Thanks for hanging out with an old lady, Bran."

"How's your arm been, Mom?" Ann had fallen and broken her elbow six months ago. The reversal of caregiver and patient had given Brandon a new appreciation for his mother and brought them closer together. She still dealt with it not being fully healed and had pain pills in the medicine cabinet for it.

"You are so sweet to ask about me, Bran. It's been good. No pain pills this past week. Seriously, you're such a sweet boy."

Brandon felt a swell of emotion in his chest as they danced. His plan of seduction was on his mind, to be sure, but he found himself speaking from the heart, overcome with affection and love for his mother, his friend, his protector. "I don't say this often enough, Mom, but I love you so much. You put up with my limitations and support me no matter what. You're not only an amazing mother, but you're amazing woman. You're smart, and fun, and...beautiful." Brandon almost didn't say the last word as he started into his mother's hazel eyes, which began to tear up.

Ann melted in her son's arms. No one, not even her late husband had ever said anything more beautiful to her. Her heart almost burst from the love she was feeling for this young man who was so flawed and so so perfect. Her young man. Her son. She stared up at his face, tears in her eyes and whispered to him. "Thank you, Bran. You're an amazing young man and I love you more than I could ever put into words." She hugged him tight as they swayed to the music.

Brandon sensed how emotional his mother was at this moment. Her body pressed against his, their admission of love for each other, it was an aphrodisiac for him. He felt his cock harden in his sweatpants, not caring if his mom felt it. Seized by the moment, he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers.

For a second, Ann didn't even register that it was her son kissing her. The natural reaction to a moment like this was a kiss, after all. It was romantic, and heartfelt, and they were slow dancing. Their lips met and she turned her head slightly to accommodate the kiss, her mind a million miles away, but also focused just on the physical sensation of someone's lips on hers and it was wonderful. When she felt the tip of a tongue tentatively try to part her lips, she snapped back to reality, gently pushing her son away from her. "Brandon! What was that?"

Brandon stared at his mom, trying to gauge her exact feelings. He realized he probably wasn't helping the situation with the tent in his sweatpants, but he had to know -- did he have a chance here?

"Um...it just happened, Mom. It just felt...right." He stared at her intently, willing her to understand and reciprocate his feelings.

"Brandon, that can't happen. Ever. I'm your mother, for God's sake."

"Mom, I will never find a girl because of my issues, you know that. And, even if I managed to find some online girl who was actually real and I finally was able to overcome my anxiety enough meet her in person, there's no way she would put up me. She's going to talk to the waitress for me when we go to eat? She's going to schedule doctor's appointments for me because I can't even manage to do that? You're my perfect woman, Mom."

Ann was trying hard not to stare at the bulge in Brandon's sweatpants, his words making her tragically sad for her son. She wanted to call him out on her soiled panties from yesterday, but just stopped herself as she selfishly wanted to find more of them in the hamper. God, what does a mother say to son in this situation?

"Brandon, it is not healthy to pursue feelings like that for a family member. I would never jeopardize our relationship. You'll work through these feelings and it's fine you have them, but no more of...of...this." She vaguely gestured towards her son's erection. He had giant pit stains on the underarms of his t-shirt and Ann could feel her own anxiety hitting her as sweat trickled down her torso from her pits and down the crack of her ass. "Let's turn the music off and do our chores. You're vacuuming and I'll be mopping the kitchen floor."

Brandon headed off to his room as Ann got out the cleaning supplies for the kitchen floor. Her mind was reeling with everything that had happened in the past two days. Finding Brandon's jizz in her dirty panties, her smelling it. Eating it. And now him kissing her! What's happening with this family? Teenage hormones, right? But what about her? She liked that kiss. She craved that warm salty cum. There's no way they would go beyond sharing her dirty panties. Him jacking off into them and her...enjoying the result. That's not bad. They could do that. Her heart broke when he talked about not finding a girl to love him, though. She had to clear her mind. She turned on a music streaming app on her phone, the sound coming out of a cheap Bluetooth speaker on the counter in the kitchen. She tried to let the music clear her thoughts as she mopped. As she finished up, a notification chime came out of the speaker. It turned out to be a snowstorm warning for Sunday morning. Great, she'd have to leave early for work.

Brandon vacuumed his room angrily, feeling embarrassed and rejected from his botched seduction earlier. It just felt so right in the moment. Yes, he felt weird and guilty for even having a plan to seduce her, but he had spoken and acted from his heart. He wasn't giving up, though. He was being brutally honest when he outlined his bleak prospects of finding love. His phone chimed with a notification and pulled it out to see the news of the impending snowstorm. Hmm...snowed in together. He could work with that...