She awoke from her sleep gazing at the profile of her lover. His face slightly chiseled like his father's, yet also slightly round like hers. His hair was dark blonde, likely due to the combination of John's blonde hair, and her dark auburn. His blue-green eyes held a serene calming aura, they were soft, yet firm and full of conviction. Claire loved his body he wasn't bulky or really toned, but he was fit enough despite not working out, it must have been the power of youth. "He's so handsome." She thought to herself. After just sitting there looking at her son's features, she decided to get out of bed.
Locke had always been a deep sleeper and after yesterday night, she had no doubt in her mind that he would be in a deeper state of unconsciousness than ever before. Slowly she grabbed his arm, and lifted it off her waist. Getting out of bed she leaned over and kissed Locke on his forehead. 'Oh, how I love this boy.' She thought to herself. He saved her, saved her from a path that would've surely destroyed her at the end. He comforted her when she had no one else to rely on, they were best friends, but of course there were still boundaries being mother and son, but it hadn't mattered much they were seldom crossed.
Locke gave her a greater happiness than she could've ever hoped for. Claire couldn't help but think she was selfish. She had done everything she could for the boy, yet somewhere down the line she went from loving him, to being in love with him. Not only that, she couldn't help but feel that she was the cause of his lack of social interaction, he still went out with his friends sometimes, but it hadn't been as often as most teenagers growing up would. He had given up so much for her, all because she ended up blaming him for her incompetence and the feelings she felt for him.
Claire might've been in her 40s, but she was still in her teen years in terms of emotional attachment and romantic love. She had never meant to kiss him that night on his birthday, an impulsive reaction? Maybe. She also didn't mean to push him away the way she did the next day. She was scared, so scared that he'd think something was wrong with her. That's why she decided to avoid the subject. She was so happy, yet so afraid when he confessed his love for her that morning. How could she be okay with it? These feelings were incestuous, not deemed proper or acceptable by society.
Her feelings had gotten the better of her. She braced herself to engage in a one night stand. She had to if she loved her son, if she wanted him to have a proper future she'd do it. It might've caused a strain on their relationship, he might've ended up hating her but it would of been for the best. Yet she failed, she couldn't do it, even if it benefited him in the long run. No, she decided to get drunk and mope instead. Then later she threw herself at him without thinking of the ramifications of her actions. No, being drunk wasn't an excuse, not at all.
That morning while getting over her hangout, she gave in to her feelings, she didn't care anymore, that's what she told herself. She wanted Locke desperately, and if he wanted her too, she'd gladly give herself to him. Claire shunned her maternal motherly instincts, she didn't care if having sex with her son was taboo. After all no one would find out, all they had to do was keep it a secret. That was another foolish mistake of hers. The love-making was intense, she never expected him to be so big, and he was such a passionate lover putting Claire before him, making sure she was comfortable even when having sex. She could tell just how much she meant to him.
They had lost themselves in the throe of passion, the result ending in a possible pregnancy. Claire didn't want to hurt him, but she had to discuss her feelings, and tell him what she felt they should do if she was pregnant. Locke didn't take kindly to her suggestion of taking the morning after pill and the alternative of actually having an abortion if that didn't work; he knew she was right, but it was a difficult situation and Locke was angry, she left him alone hoping that he'd calm down. She was being unfair to him after all, she wanted him as a lover, yet didn't consider that he might want a wife and to have kids one day. After they made up she promised herself she wouldn't hurt him anymore, if she was pregnant she wouldn't have the baby, but she'd try to do everything else that she could to make him happy.
She decided to suggest that they go out together, at the very least they could spend time together outside the house. It had been a while since they last went out together. When he told her he was hanging out with his friends she was a bit hurt, but when he asked her if she would come along, her brain stopped functioning for a second. He couldn't of possibly asked that, she was after all his mother and she certainly didn't feel she looked young enough. Claire was relieved when he didn't push it, until she accidentally piqued his interest about her friends. She loved Melany and Denise, but they were a threat.
After all Melany was the kind of woman that could get married men who would never consider infidelity thinking twice. Denise didn't go after married men, but still once she found out Locke was single, she'd try to be all over him given the opportunity. Locke ended up convincing Claire to let him meet them, next weekend or so that was the plan. When he arrived home early from the party Claire was in panic. She wasn't emotionally ready for this. She already was slightly depressed and upset, talking with the girls had given her second thoughts about her relationship with Locke, they were from two different generations.
Even if you took away the fact that it was incestuous, age difference was still a factor, and what would she do if Locke fell in love with someone else? Her maternal instincts were clashing with her love for him.
All she could do was try to bury her nervousness, and disdain for the situation. He had ended up handling himself fairly well in front of her friends.
Claire was honestly impressed, of course Locke had ended up looking a bit at the women, they were attractive, but for the most part he was more interested in getting to know more about them, and what they did.
So here she was, staring down watching her lover sleep. After a few minutes she went to take go take a shower. Claire grabbed her robe and undergarments before heading to the bathroom. Taking the robe off she looked at herself in the mirror.
"Am I really attractive?" She asked herself. Claire's features still looked young. She was truly lucky that the pregnancy hadn't done a number on her, her hips were a little wider, but in turn her breasts had grown a little bit. She had smooth silk-like skin, no crows-feet had become apparent yet. Sure her eyes slightly crinkled when she laughed or smiled wide, but that didn't really count. Surprisingly, she had no worry lines, despite some of the stressful times she's gone through. She ran her hands through her short dark hair. She thought back to when Locke had complimented her on it. Claire wondered if he had preferred her long curly hair instead, but then again he had said the short hair brought out her face more. It was definitely easier to maintain it shorter, but if Locke liked it longer who was she to complain?
During her shower, she decided to cast all doubts to the side. Claire made a promise to herself, a promise that she would never push Locke away ever again, and that she'd be by his side as long as she possibly could. Sooner or later Locke would meet a girl that made him feel special, who truly loved him as much as she did, and would be able to be all the things that his mother couldn't. It hurt her just thinking about it, but it was something that would happen. Claire would end up being alone again, but she'd would be fine with it if Locke would be happy. She'd do her best to support him as much as possible. "No more getting jealous. If he meets a girl that he takes interest in I won't hold him back," she told herself, as she rinsed the suds from her hair. As she got out the shower, she dried herself off then grabbed her hair dryer from the covert. "I'll live in the now," she said plugging it in and turning it on. Looking at herself in the mirror, she began drying her hair. She would clean up the house, a bit then prepare for her date.
***
I felt a soft warm sensation on my lip, opening my eyes I gazed up at my beautiful lover, her sky blue eyes staring down at me.
"Time to wake up sleepy head."
"You're sure up early."
"It's already eight thirty, that's not exactly early."
"I'm sorta surprised you didn't sleep in a bit, ya know, after last night and all. I know you sure wore me out, if you keep that up I might become impotent," I joked.
She laughed,"You say that, but your penis doesn't seem to agree with you much," she pointed at my hard-on.
"That's not my fault, I'm not used to being woken up like this."
"Whatever, get up and go take a shower now. You smell like sex," she said wrinkling her nose.
"Would you care to join me?"
Claire rolled her eyes, "I've already taken a shower, besides last time we almost ended up doing it again."
"What's wrong with getting dirty and clean?"
"Oh my god, my poor sweet boy has become a sexual perverted beast," she teased.
"Oh really, I think that was you yesterday. It's funny how you can act all sweet and innocent now when yesterday you woke me up and gave me a blowjob, lets not forget about your porn-star dialogue." Mom's cheeks started turning red.
"Oh hush, boy, you enjoyed it."
"Only because it was you my dear." I said pulling her in and kissing her neck."
"More like because you have a mommy fetish."
"I do not," I denied.
"Oh, please don't think I haven't seen the link to that video a while back. What was it called again?" she smirked.
Oh crap, I knew exactly what she was talking about, around a year ago my friend sent me a link to some MILF porn, saying it was 'the craziest MILF experience' on the web. I must have forgot to erase the history.
"My friend gave me that link." I told her lamely, even though it was the truth.
Claire rolled her eyes in disbelief, "Yeah, okay just go take a shower now."
Alright, I said getting up and handing towards the door feeling defeated, I suddenly remember something! I didn't wanna pull this but she forced my hand.
"What about you though?" I said stopping at the door and looking back at her.
