All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!
"I... I... I have no words, Mom." George stared at his mother's tits. They looked heavy, sloping away from her chest beautifully. Her large nipples and wide areolae took his breath away. He had expected delicate, pale skin, but it was almost as pink as her nipples, forming a blotchy pattern.
"Find some words, George. I'm making myself vulnerable here." Anna bravely smiled at him, fighting the urge to cover herself and turn around.
"Your breasts hit me on a primal level. They make me want to... I don't know... explode." He sat very still on the toilet lid, his hands gripping his knees. His dick was so hard it hurt. He could feel it pulsing with his accelerating heartbeat.
"I guess that's good. But please don't explode." Anna gave him a nervous laugh. "So... you like them?"
"I... like them." He leaned a little closer. He was confused by her pink skin. "Are your boobs always so... red?"
Anna looked down and frowned. She had completely forgotten about that horrible near abduction. "When that thing dragged me, my breasts took a beating on the floor. The skin is usually as white as my hands." She held her left hand up next to her left boob to show the contrast of her pink and cream skin.
"Oh... gods." A deep frown etched itself across George's face, furrowing his forehead. "Do they hurt? What can I do to make it better?" He looked up into her eyes. His gaze full of sincerity.
"My skin is okay." Anna shook her head. This wasn't how she thought this was going to go, but her son obviously cared more about her than her boobs. That wasn't easy for an eighteen-year-old male. She'd raised him right. "But they ache from bouncing against the floor."
"I'm sorry I didn't stop that thing sooner." His gaze returned to her injured breasts. She hadn't answered what he could do to make them feel better. "You are so kind and sweet for sharing them with me. I have to tell you, Mom; I was having trouble staying away from Delores's room last night. But now, I can barely remember what she looks like." He looked back into her eyes, gray like the sea before a storm. "I thought I was going to lose you to that thing. I'm so grateful to be here with you. To have you share with me. Because, who knows what will happen to us?" That was it, all three steps laid out by Kapnos to woo his mother. And all three were
true.
More true now than ever before.
Anna gulped. Butterflies fluttered in her belly. The things he said tugged at her heartstrings, and at organs lower in her body. Her vagina was saturating her panties. She tried very hard not to look at his penis but snuck a quick glance. It was back to looking devilishly hungry with its protruding veins and dark, bulbous head. She shivered. It was clear to her that she was on the edge of making some questionable decisions.
"Let me kiss them better for you, the way you used to do for me when I was little. You know, when I'd come home with a scraped knee, or a bruised elbow." George unconsciously licked his lips. He saw her shiver, and he followed her quivering flesh with rapt attention.
"I remember, sunshine." Anna mirrored her son and licked her lips, too. It wasn't just his penis that looked hungry. The expression on his face was ravenous. She couldn't bring herself to verbally give her approbation, so she stuck her chest out instead, bringing her boobs closer to his face.
"I'll distract your mind... from what happened at breakfast." George leaned forward and kissed the upper slope of her right tit, right where her pale skin gave way to the inflamed, pink injury. He could see the most adorable stretch marks there. The heat of her tit pleasantly met his lips. He kissed a little lower. "I'm so... sorry... I didn't... save you... sooner," he said between kisses. His lips were almost at her nipple.
"You saved me... Georgie." She held her breath, running her fingers through his silky hair.
Gods, his hair feels so good on my bare skin. I had forgotten what his hair felt like.
"You saved me... that's what matters."
"Your nipples look hard, Mom." He glanced up and met her gaze. "Is that because of the floor?"
"Yes, I could cut glass with them. They get like that... when I'm excited about something." Anna lost herself in her son's deep, brown eyes. The way her handsome teenager gazed up at her from her breast was heartbreakingly beautiful. He had the most concerned expression on his face. She smiled. "It wasn't the floor. You did that to my nipples."
Did I really just say that?
"They're beautiful." George turned his focus back to her boob and slowly leaned forward. His nose pressed into her supple, pink flesh. His lips clamped down on her large nipple. He rolled his tongue around it. He felt his mother's body spasm, but he didn't stop.
A series of lightning strikes surged from her nipple and moved through her nerves. Anna shuddered uncontrollably and gripped his hair in her fist. When the ecstatic shocks faded, she blinked her eyes and breathed in deeply. She'd been holding her breath for so long, her lungs burned. "Oh... gosh... Georgie... I don't know what just happened. That was..." When he sucked on her nipple, her mind stopped, and her sentence hung incomplete. Another surge of blissful lightning moved through her. Body trembling, Anna tried to regain control of herself. She gently tugged on his hair, pulling him away from her breast. "Okay... okay... I told you... my breasts would be just like... my hand. It's barely been five minutes, and they're already in your mouth."
"Well, only one was in my mouth." George moved to her other breast, twirling his tongue around her nipple again. When she tried to step back, he reached his hands around her hips and held her firmly by the ass through her skirts. She shuddered again but didn't try to flee. He could hear her panting, and her chest heaved. Nothing else mattered in that moment, just her perfect breasts and his hungry mouth. There was no Belle Île, no strange shadow creatures, no existential threat, nothing but mother and son. Slowly he stood, bending over to stay latched to her breast. His towel dropped to the floor. Her left hand still clutched his hair, so he took her right hand and placed it on his chest. He moved her fingers around, letting her get acquainted with his skin and the muscles underneath. Soon, she was exploring his body on her own, pausing only for the occasional shudder.
