Note: All characters depicted are at least 18 years of age.
Later that night.
...
Finally home, after an aggravating drive from town, I shut the door harder than I intended, almost slamming it, behind me. I loosen the knot in my tie, undo the top two buttons of my shirt, my fingers now slick with sweat. I quickly walk into the kitchen, yank open the door of the fridge, and pull out a powerade.
As I'm guzzling away, the light from the stairs comes on. Frantic footfalls down the stairs. I set my drink down, collapsing against the island, my face cradled by my hands.
"Oh my god! Grant!" My mother calls out in concern. I glance through my fingers, noticing she's in a short, lacey robe. Haven't seen that number on her in a while. Still looks hot on her.
The thought only fuels my shame over my actions earlier in the evening.
"Grant? Honey? What's wrong?" she calmly asks as she kneels beside me. I feel an arm wrap around my shoulder.
"Oh honey, you're soaking wet! C'mon, let's get you out of this suit." She states, as she helps haul me upright. She starts pulling my suit jacket off, and only when I feel the air rush to my back do I realize how much I've been sweating. A chill runs through me.
I also realize that I'm hyperventilating now, which explains my mother's swift actions in taking off my suit. I avoid looking at her with all of my being.
"Ok, honey, I'm going to untie your laces. You start pulling off your shirt if you can." She says, bending down in front of me. Now I'm
really
not going to look, knowing damn well that her tits may actually pop out of her robe. It wouldn't be the first time.
My fingers fumble through a few buttons before she comes back up. She yanks the shirt tails up from my slacks and undoes the rest. After a few moments, my shirt is peeled off and I kick out of my shoes. I brace my hands on my mother's shoulders, trying to catch my balance, when, to my surprise, she starts undoing my belt.
It's still dark in the kitchen, only the light from the stairs trickling through. I notice my mother's face, stricken with worry. I try not to sexualize the situation. Clearly now is not the time to think your mother is making a move on you when she's frantically undressing her hyperventilating, drenched-in-sweat, aggravated son... Or at least I haven't seen that scenario play out in porn before.
Just down to my boxers, also soaked, she guides me to the table, pulls out a chair, and plops me down in it. She tilts my head back a little, "Here, sweety, keep drinking this," as she pours some powerade over my lips. I drink a bit too fast, and some goes down the wrong pipe, causing me to cough profusely. Not great when I also feel like I'm suffocating.
"Easy, baby. Easy" she says softly. Her hand caressing my sweaty head. Her other hand, now free from the bottle, glides over my back.
"Oh my gosh, your skin is on fire! Hang on, baby, mama will be right back!"
I hear her bare feet running on the kitchen tile towards the laundry room, I'm assuming. It's hard to tell over my heartbeat pounding away in my ears along with my heavy, gasping breaths. I barely hear her return, but she grabs ahold of my wrists and starts pulling me up.
"Ok, baby. I need you to walk with me, ok? Just lean on me. C'mon." She slides beneath my arm and starts walking with me.
The back door opens and closes behind us a second later. I feel the cool wood of the back porch. One step. Two step. Three step. Grass. I hear my mother panting as she pulls me forward. Not too long after, I feel the transition from grass to rough wood, then we stop.
"Hold tight, just for a second, sweety!" she says, letting me go briefly before coming back up behind me. "Ok, on three, I need you to take a deep breath in! One...Two..."
Before she says three, I feel her arms wrap around me, pulling me in tightly to her. I barely register something drastically different with her as she yells, "Three!" dragging us both forward, plunging into the cold, spring fed pond.
The shock of the cold causes me to scream beneath the water. Air bubbles tumbling out. I thrash, trying to reach the surface, but my mother holds me tight beneath the cold water. It isn't until I stop thrashing that she gently pulls me up.
Resurfacing, I start coughing up the water I swallowed in my effort to get topside. But, as I do, I feel better. Calmer. It's then that I finally realize what I clocked earlier...my mother's skin is against me. No lace robe. No bathing suit. Nothing! I feel her hardened nipples pressing into my back. Before she pulled us into the water, I could swear I even felt her patch of pubic hair against my lower hamstring.
Under any other circumstance, I'd be hard as rock in half a second flat. But now... well, now I just enjoy the warmth of my mother's embrace in the cold pond. I reach up and lay my arms over hers, pulling them tighter to me as I catch my breath. Her chin rests on my shoulder.
"That's it, baby. Breath. Just breath." she says soothingly.
We float in the pond for a while. Long enough for the water to feel warm, or maybe that's just me going numb. Either way, I fully open my eyes for the first time since I got home and look up. The moon is new, letting the stars take the stage tonight. My mother's warm breath on my shoulder. Her hand rubbing my chest.
"You feeling better, sweetheart?" she asks. I nod. "Ok, let's get out and get you dried off." I nod again, as she starts pulling me towards the bank. In the shallow part, we find our footing and make our way onto the grass. I try to keep standing but collapse to my knees. Numb it is. My mom stumbled as she still had a hold on me but let me go to fetch a towel.
I look over, my eyes adjusted to the darkness now, and confirm that my mother is indeed nude. Again, under
any
other circumstance. I just try to take as many mental pictures as possible. As she turns around, I look back down to the ground, hoping she didn't catch me peeking at her.
She drapes the towel over me and pulls my shoulders back, guiding me to sit down. As my butt hits the ground, she starts vigorously drying me, her tits swinging in my peripheral vision. She moves behind me to get my back.
"We don't need to talk about this tonight, ok? I think we've both been through the wringer. We'll just dry off, head back inside, and go to bed. Sound good?" her hands still gliding over my back through the towel.
"Ok." Is about all I can think of to say.
I feel her hands stop, then her arms wrap around me, pulling me into a rear hug. Her head to the side of mine.
"You scared the shit out of me, kiddo." She states calmly, but a little shaky at the end.
I fall back into her hug, resting my head in the crook of her shoulder and laying my arms on hers, "I'm so sorry, mom." I croak.
She pulls me tighter, her face pressing against mine.
"It's alright. As long as you're ok. That's all that matters right now."
I softly nod.
She pulls her face away, but replaces it with three long, hard kisses to my cheek. She clutches me close one last time before she pulls away, rubbing my shoulders.
