Jimmy is literally now slamming his aching cock as hard as he can up and in between his mother's tits. He is squeezing them together forming a tight tunnel of lovely tit flesh that feels absolutely exquisite.
Lini thrusts her chest up towards her son's huge cock (from her angle lying flat on the bed, looking down at it, it indeed looks to be huge) trying her best to induce him to cum as she once more pleads for him to do so...
"Come on sweetie fuck them harder and cum for your Mommy... please honey... pleeaasse... fuck them... that's it... ah-huh... yeah fuck them sweetheart... good boy... goooo...
She never got to finish her second good boy as Jimmy finally explodes a virtual geyser of cum all over his mother's breasts. He falls forward on top of her, his legs and arms shaking, his heart beating like wild. He buries his face into her neck still feeling the powerful aftereffects of his mighty orgasm.
After grabbing a wad of Kleenex from her nightstand to wipe up the pool of cum he left between her tits, his heartbeat slowly returns to normal. He then cuddles against him mother, his voracious appetite for her tits sated... for the moment.
She would hug him back, would if she could that is, but she is still strapped spread-eagled to the bed, so Jimmy must be content to snuggle his face against her neck, but not before he moves his lips close to her ear and whispers a simple "I love you Mom," into her ear.
"I love you too sweetie. Are we done... are you going to untie me." He rests against her for a short minute, his face snuggled deep into the neck. He notices how lovely her long, black hair smells. How nice and shiny it looks. His heart is beginning to feel... desire once more.
He pulls back from her, as he raises himself up on one arm. Their eyes meet. Peering down at her, so very helpless and naked, desire is starting to flow in his heart once more.
Lying spread-eagled and naked stretched out on the bed she is so utterly vulnerable... and beautiful. He is hardly done, not by a long shot, especially as his mind recalls the final bit of advice from her bio. "And then he cums all over my tits before sliding down between my open thighs and eats me out until I climax."
"No we ain't done and you are not getting free... not yet anyway." Lini gasps in mock horror and begins to playfully beg to be untied. He ignores her playful demands, before cutting them off completely by lowering his mouth to hers. They begin a long, slow and exceedingly passionate kiss. Their tongues slip out and intertwine like a pair of horny snakes. Jimmy never knew the "French style" of kissing could be so utterly delightful.
They exchange several even deeper, heartfelt kisses before his mouth slips down to her neck. He nibbles on it for a moment making her squirm, before his mouth slips down to the mountainous curves of her humongous breasts. He raises up for a moment to admire them once again as his eyes cannot seem to get enough of their beauty.
Neither can his mouth get enough either, as he lowers his face to her tits; he begins to shower them all over with dozens of small butterfly kisses, before moving onto her nipples and giving each of them the royal treatment with his tongue. Feeling her squirm under this relentless assault makes his cock come alive once more. Maybe as much from the absolute power he has now over her as anything. Power, Jimmy is quickly learning, is a most formidable aphrodisiac in and of itself.
Finally, he lets his mouth slide down off the tremendous slope of her mountainous breasts and onto the flat plain of her stomach. He circles the entirety of her tummy with dozens of slow and languid little kisses and licks of his tongue. He is carefully and ever slowly working his way south towards the fertile and forbidden valley that lies between his mom's thighs.
He reaches her thighs, kissing his way up one inner thigh and then the other stopping just short of the treasure that lies between. "Oh baby," she cries out softly, speaking for the first time, "stop... stop teasing me and eat your mother's pussy... come on now be a good boy."
He moves his mouth directly over her sweet smelling pussy, as he uses his hands to gently part her legs even more. "That's it baby... come one." Her voice is husky with desire as she squirms trying to push upwards and bring that sweet little mouth of his in contact with her aching pussy.
He pulls back away from her upward thrusts, loving the fact he is in total control. Instead of complying with her desperate demands to eat her out, he instead playfully begins to blow a soft stream of air onto her pussy.
This makes her mad with wicked desire. She squirms even more against the ties that bind her. His tongue snakes out and flickers ever so lightly against her tender pussy lips. He does this over and over again, causing his mother to first wriggle and then violently twist and turn against her bonds. His teasing is turning her into a wanton little whore who is literally begging now to be eaten out.
"Oh God Jimmy stop teasing Mommy and eat her fucking pussy out... Jesus do it now... please baby... stop teasing me... I want that mouth of yours so bad down there... come on don't... I can... can't take it anymore... pleaaaaaaaaaase."
Finally, determining she has been properly warmed up by his artful teasing he takes the plunge and buries his face deep inside him mother's pussy.
He has never eaten a woman's pussy before, but yet somehow, (more of Madame Kat's wicked genius he supposes) he knows exactly what to do. He finds her swollen clit and attacks it with his tongue causing her to buck and twist even more. He intermingles small flicks of his tongue, with soft nibbles and sweet little kisses all over her dripping wetness.
Over, under, sideways, down his tongue travels a wicked course over his mom's vagina, leaving no part of it untouched, which only serves to make her struggle ever the greater against her soft restraints.
Lini's moans are getting louder and louder with each passing flicker of his tongue against her clit. He pulls back, resting his tongue momentarily, sensing, correctly, that his mom was on the very edge of coming.
He lets the tension die down inside of her for just a moment. He had planned on bringing her just to the edge of climaxing, at least once anyways, and then pulling back, knowing that when he finally does go all the way her climax will be ever the more powerful for the waiting.
He works her tongue all over his mom's swollen clit, lapping at it like a cat laps at a bowl of milk. He then slowly brings one of his hands down, he had previously been using them both to knead her lovely tits like two large loaves of bread as he worked her cunt over, and ever so slowly shoves his index finger inside her dripping wet pussy. He feels her tense up as his finger slides into place and then moan even louder as he begins to finger fuck her while continuing to lap at her clit so sweetly with his expert tongue.
It does not take long now. Lina finally reaches the Promised Land. She is cumming. Hard. Violently even, as she bucks and strains against her hand cuffs. She lashes her head side to side, her long hair whipping about, moaning over and over again, "Oh God baby mother is coming... Yes... OH GOD YESSSSSS!!"
Lini's orgasm was maybe the most intense she ever had experienced in her life. It was so intense that it left her panting and out of breath. Jimmy moves up to her laying his head on her chest, listening to her heartbeat, before moving his lips to hers. They begin exchanging several sweet kisses proclaiming their love for one another.
He has let out of the handcuffs so they can hold each other tight as they exchange several soft kisses. The sweet moment of tenderness between them lasts a long time. They fall asleep in each other's arms.
Sometime later Jimmy is awoken by his cell phone. He comes slowly awake, maybe not wanting to wake up for fear of being thrust back so quickly into his old shitty life. By the insistent ringing of his phone simply can not be ignored.
He comes awake and lets out a deep sigh of relief. He is still in Lini's large comfortable bed. She is sound asleep next to him, totally oblivious to the ringing of his phone.
He stumbles around in the dark room searching for the source of the ringing before finally fishing the cell phone out of his jeans, which were still laying on the bedroom floor.
"Hello."
"Ready for another adventure Jimmy." Madame Kat voice asks him sweetly.
And of course he was. Jimmy beats a hasty retreat from his mom's bedroom, not wanting to wake her. He moves down the hallway to his own room to take Madame Kat's call.
The old lady wastes no time getting to the point as she asks Jimmy "was that not most enjoyable."
"Yes," he says tentatively, the ever pessimistic side of him waiting for the anvil to drop on his head.
"Would you care to partake in a second adventure?"
"Sure," he says, but without much conviction he is sure there must be some catch.
"All you must do is agree to perform a small favor for me when I bring you back to this realm. Can you promise me that?"
"What kind of favor?" Jimmy asks almost afraid to hear the answer as he is rapidly coming to understand just what a powerful being this old woman has turned out to be. Truthfully he's more than a little worried about establishing an on-going relationship with her. But on the other hand, what he just experienced with his "mom" Lini was so spectacular that how can he say no.
"Ahhhh nothing to special I would think. We can discuss the details when you come visit me later. Ok so do we have a deal, a bargain if you will, another adventure for the young man in return for a small favor whence you return?"
"Yes it's a deal." he says wondering if he just made a huge mistake.
"So on your new adventure is there a certain type of woman, a certain situation I should place you in this time."
"I want Lini again."
"Really you want to experience her once more. She must have been something as do you not believe variety is the spice of life. Would it not be better my boy to experience someone new?"
"I want Lini," Jimmy says firmly, almost petulantly, like a small child demanding candy.
"Fine Lini it shall be."
"Will she remember what happened before between us?"
"No as neither shall you. I think there can be nothing more exciting for a young man than his first sexual experience so I will allow you once again to experience that all blissful moment when you finally discover the joys of sex. Is that to your liking?"
"Yes, so what kind of adventure this time."
"You name it Jimmy. I can place you anywhere anytime, shape things the way I want at your predilection."
"Shit I don't know. I need time to think," he says his mind whirling with untold possibilities after what she just told him.
"Afraid time is not a luxury we have boy. I need my favor done sooner, rather than later so I must send you on your adventure quickly so you can come back to this realm and perform your favor."
"Yeah but I don't...I mean I'm not sure what I want."
"Ok well just give me a bare outline, something to go on and leave the rest to me."
"I don't know I just want to be with Lini again. I really liked her."
"Liked or loved."
"Loved," Jimmy says quietly without even having to even consider the question.
"Ok good. And you want her to be your mother once again."
"Yes."
"And what is the end game here."
"End game?"
"Yes what is it you want to ultimately happen between you two."
"I...I want to make love to her Madame Kat."
"Hmm make love to your mommy that is sweet. Yes that is sweet and very easy to arrange."
"It is?"
"Certainly, but as I said time is of the essence so we must cut this short. You must trust me as I shall put you in a situation with little Ms. Lini as your mother whereas the two of you will come together in a most passionate night of love making."
"I would like that."
"Oh and you shall my boy, trust me."
Madame Kat quickly outlined the barest of instructions for Jimmy to follow. He would go downstairs and turn on the TV and get comfortable. Soon he would get really sleepy and doze off. Upon being awoken, his fresh new dream/adventure would begin.
"Just go with the flow of events," Madame Kat assured him and everything will be all right. "But whatever you do, don't let your mother leave the house to go out tonight on her date. Do anything, say anything to prevent that, as if she goes out your adventure will be ruined."
The Madame made that final point quite clear. When he pushed for details why she demurred saying, "Just trust my advice, and don't let her leave, the rest will take care of itself."
"Fine I won't let her leave," he says but wondering just how he will go about doing that.
"That would be most wise, as it will be also most wise to follow your jealous heart in this matter," and with that parting comment the line goes dead.
On the way downstairs Jimmy can't be help to wonder about the old lady and her magic. What was she a witch or some sort? Did such things as witches with powerful magic still exist in the modern world?
Reaching the living room he finally decides it's a moot point as in who cares as long as he could exist in this world, at least for one more adventure anyway, he reassures himself as he reaches the spacious, well-appointed living room.
The large flat screen TV is already on; tuned to some college basketball game. The house is dark except for the soft glow of the set. He stretches out on a spacious, comfortable couch that sits across from the TV. Soon, just as she said he would, Jimmy is dozing.
A while later, how long exactly, he has no idea, but the game is still playing, he is awoken by someone shaking him softly.
"Jimmy honey...sweetie I'm heading out now."
Jimmy is slow to awaken. He turns in time to see his mother hurrying out of the living room, heading towards the stairs saying over her shoulder, "Shit I almost forgot my purse. I'm so nervous."
"Nervous about what Mom?" Jimmy calls after her.
She turns her head briefly, saying, "About my date tonight with Jack. It will be my first time out, you know since your shit ass father left me...us I mean," before she hurries back up the stairs.
"What you're going on a date?" he says chasing her up the stairs, suddenly fully awake and feeling more than a little jealous.
"Yes sweetie, I told you about my upcoming date last week," she says entering the bedroom.
"I thought you were kidding to make me jealous."
"Well did it work?" she says heading into the bedroom's attached bathroom.
Jimmy ignores her barb, mainly because he knows it's true, and plops down on the bed suddenly having an overwhelming urge to do anything, say anything, to keep her from going out.
"Mom I need to talk to you. It's important," he finally yells at the closed bathroom door.
"Hold on honey. I am changing my outfit. I will be right out."
Lini finally comes out of the bathroom looking very conservative in her appearance, much to his surprise, as he expected his mother to be looking hot and sexy considering she was heading out on a date.
She walks over to where he is sitting on the edge of her bed and says, "Well what do you think, it's a first date so I decided to go a bit conservative."
"More than a bit I would say Mom," Jimmy says. Her outfit could best be described as "business casual." She has on a dark navy blue skirt that comes down well past her knees, and a matching beige loose fitting blouse. It sorta looks like she is heading to a business meeting rather than a date.
"Hmm not impressed huh, I can see by the tone of your voice. I still look OK thought right son."
"Yeah just OK, I suppose."
"What, really just OK...I suppose. Is that all you have for me son. I thought you always told me how pretty I was. Not anymore huh. Maybe your too old now that your 18 to find your mother pretty."
"No Mom it's not that." Jimmy replies. He takes the time to critically appraise her appearance as she was talking, and really is not very impressed. Besides the totally non-attractive outfit, she appears to be wearing little or no makeup whatsoever, has her long, pretty hair pinned up an old lady bun like fashion, and maybe worst of all she is wearing a pair of thick black glasses that make her look like an old school teacher or something. But should her tell her all this?
"Well what is it then. The truth son. I need to hear the real truth before I head out on this date looking hideous."
"Mother you don't look hideous. That would be impossible even on your worst day but what is up with those glasses."
"Oh this is an old pair I had laying around. Like a clumsy fool I broke the other pair yesterday and in a case of perfect timing I cannot for the life of me find my contacts. My new glasses or my replacement contacts won't be ready until Tuesday so I had to dig these out of storage. Yeah I know they are not quite flattering, but anyways enough of that. What you said earlier about me not ever being able to look hideous..." She smiles warmly at him as she reaches out and brushes the side of his face with her hand lightly, 'That was kinda nice of you to say."
"It's only the truth." He answers simply not sure if she is being sarcastic or serious with her comment.
"So how do I really look? Can you sum it up in a few words hon?"
He thinks a moment before saying, praying it does not hurt her feelings, "Hmm professional what with the conservative way you are dressed, those glasses and your hair pinned up."
"Perfect as that is the exact look I am going for. I want to impress this man first with my intellect. As for the beauty part that can wait I think."
"Well that is smart I guess, yeah make sure he likes you for you and not for just being beautiful, but before you go." Jimmy says nervously as he has no earthly idea of the best way, or maybe anyway for that matter, to keep his mother from going out. Can we still talk for a minute?"
"Sure but make it quick sweetie as I don't want to be late."
He has no idea what he was going to say until the words come pouring out. "Mom look I really can't explain but I think this whole date thing is a real bad idea. Can't you stay home and hang out with me tonight."
"Jimmy I have had this planned for weeks. I have had a rough time you know with my self-esteem after your dad left me, and well I deserve a night out. I deserve to be wined and dined. Besides you know I have lacked confidence in myself after all the mean things your Dad said to me before he ran away with that younger woman, now finally I am getting a chance and you want me to turn it down."
"Yeah but..." how can he argue as everything she just said is true?
"Yeah but what!!" She snaps at him, maybe a little more harshly than she meant. "Tell me why exactly should I hang out with you. Are you going to wine and dine me, show me a good time. I want some love and affection, tonight maybe even some romance."
"What, you can't get all that with me?" he says playfully.
"Seriously right. You are going to wine and dine me and show me romance, me your mother. The thought probably wants to make you puke."
"Not hardly mom. If I had the money I would love to take you out, wine and dine you, show you a good time."
"Even a romantic time?" she says with a sly smile.
"Y-yes if that is what you wanted. But of course I don't have much money to spend on you for any fancy restaurant like, I'm sure your hot shot date Jack is taking you to."
"It's not about the money, it's about the company, the mood honey. If you really wanted to wine and dine me, and if you used your imagination you could do it right here at home with a couple of TV dinners if the mood was right and the company."
"But I'm not the right company for you, probably anyways," he says looking at her thoughtfully.
"Nor am I for you son," she shoots right back.
"They both give each other a long stare, before Jimmy breaks the ice saying quietly, "I think you would be the perfect company Mom. If..." He takes a deep breath and then the plunge, hoping she doesn't laugh too much at his suggestion, "You were to break your date with Jack I would do my best, my absolute best to make up for the wining and dining you think you would be losing with Jack."
"And what of the romance and affection. Are you going to make up for that too?"
He breaks into a sheepishly smile, "Hmm I might, I mean I could, if you would let me."
"Like you would want to."
"Honestly I would love to."
She smiles at him darkly, seeming to turn something over in her mind, before she heads over to her purse, retrieves her phone, looks at him saying, "You sure about this."
"Absolutely."
"Fine son, I'm going to call your bluff. Last chance to back out."
"Not backing out Mom."
She dials a number on her phone; he listens as she leaves a brief message, he assumes for Jack, saying she has come down with a terrible headache and won't be able to keep their date for this evening. She apologizes and hangs up and then stares at him saying, "Your move."
"Really a headache Mom. What kind of excuse it that. He will know its bullshit."
"So what do you care as long as it frees me up to hang out with you, just like you wanted. So as I said your move now hotshot, and it had better be a good one."
Jimmy panics a bit as now that he has got her to cancel her date how is he going to play this.
"Ahh mom I really don't have much money. Well actually I'm kinda broke."
"So I guess we are staying home for our date huh. Well I'm hungry so you are least going to feed me right."
"Yes of course, I could order a pizza or Chinese."
"Yeah with what, remember you are broke."
"I'm not that broke."
"Fine order us Chinese, you know what I like, oh and I hope you are in a mood to share a bit of wine with your mother tonight as I was quite sure Jack would have been getting us a most expensive bottle of wine to enjoy with our dinner."
"Mom I can't afford to buy an expensive bottle of wine, and besides even if I could I'm not old enough to buy it on my own anyway."
"I know that, and that is why you are going to break out the very expensive and I hope very good bottle of wine I got as a gift on my last birthday from Marcy. I have been saving it for a special occasion. Lower cabinet in the dining room, right side, the good glasses are right next to it."
"Looks like we are having wine with our dinner then."
"Yes, both of us, I know you probably aren't much of a wine drinker but just try it with me OK."
"Sure Mom, anything for you. This is your night."
"Good remember that, plus remember the mood, the atmosphere is very important to me, considering what I am losing by not going to that fancy restaurant with Jack."
"Yeah I know, in other words you don't want to eat your dinner on the kitchen counter top..."
"Or in front of the TV while you pay more attention to some stupid game more than me."
"Ok fine. No kitchen no TV. I have an idea maybe."
"I hope so. Now I am going to once again change by outfit as I can see you were less than impressed by my, what did you call it, professional appearance. And I suggest son you put on some decent clothes yourself. Maybe the new pair of jeans I bought you and a nice dress shirt, cologne would be nice, a shower even. I will be a lot longer than you so just knock on my door when you are ready."
"Great," he says hurrying back to his room, his brain on fire with ideas to make this stay at home date night with his mother as best as possible for her. The ideas, unknown to him since he had no memory of their earlier conversation, are being planted by the devious Madame Kat.
Regardless of how they got there, Jimmy feels he owes it to his mother to make up for the romance she was losing tonight to spend with him, therefore he will simply open his heart to her, as he has never before, and see to it that her night is filled with romance and affection after all. He can only hope she will be receptive to the romantic gestures he has in mind for her tonight.
It's just past 7 on this cold, windy winter's evening, when he arrives home with the food and some roses he picked up at the flower shop. He spends about 10 minutes rushing around, setting the dining room table, with a complete set of their good silverware, a full glass of wine at each setting, and finally ten of the roses placed in her good vase, along with several candles, both placed in the middle of the small dining room table.
He even brings his small CD player from his room upstairs and sets it inconspicuously over in one of the dining room's dark corners. He puts in one of his mother's favorite CD's full of soft romantic ballads, and turns the music on low.
Everything set, he rushes upstairs, flowers in hand, to brush his teeth one last time, apply a bit more cologne, check his hair, and then hopefully she will be ready to start their nice little date.
He is nervous for some unknown reason, almost as if this was a real date, which of course it was not. They were both only calling it a date in jest, as was it all in jest her wanting him to "romance" her. He is sure she just wants him to be nice, maybe wine and dine her a bit and everything will be cool.
He patiently waits after knocking on her bedroom door. His nerves still on edge, he twists the final two pink roses of the dozen her bought in his hands, while shuffling his feet. The door opens partway, and he sees half of her earlier "professional attire" is gone as her dark navy blue skirt has been replaced by a pair of stylish jeans.
"For me?" she says with a bemused look on her now pretty face which has a full complement of makeup on. He smiles back at her liking the way she decided put on makeup for their "date", but disappointed she still is wearing those hideous glasses and has her hair up in that insipid bun style.
Setting his disappointment aside he quickly replies, "Yes a pretty rose for a pretty lady." He is fretful that she may think him too corny with his stupid words and silly little flower. Confident he is not, even as she beams at him.
"I never knew you were such a sweet little charmer," she says taking the roses from his hand, and disappearing into her bedroom as she tells him she will be right down after she slips on her shoes and changes her blouse. "Oh and you shall be happy to note that I found my contacts so the glasses I was wearing earlier are no longer necessary."
"Thank God as they make you look like an old school teacher."
"Shut up smartass they weren't that bad," she says disappearing into her bedroom leaving him standing there staring at her nice, well-trimmed ass as he can't help but to notice just how very tight her stylish jeans fit her.
"Now if she will only let her hair down," he thinks as he heads downstairs. He waits at the table for her nervously, after lighting the last of the half dozen candles he has placed on the table, realizing he could be making a total fool of himself he if goes too far with his romantic little gestures for her.
A little voice in the back of his head comes to his defense saying, "Or you could knock it right out of the park too. Considering she is in a mood to drink wine and you know how sweet, soft, and silly she gets when drinking. She may very well simply melt into your arms due to your "over the top" romantic little gestures."
Jimmy decides to, maybe for once in his life, try and be optimistic and not fear the worse. His silent musings are soon interrupted by the vision of beauty he sees walking into the dimly lit dining room.
The shoes she causally mentioned she needed to slip on are anything but casual, as he hears them click across the tiled dining room floor. She is wearing a pair of 5 inch black spike heels that cause her to bounce up and down as she strides over to the table.
Bounce is indeed the key word as he notices, straight away, how her huge tits, trapped in the tight white sleeveless V-neck sweater she has replaced her blouse with, bounce up and down as she struts confidentially across the dining room floor towards him.
He tries not to stare, but the lure of her beauty is too much as he hears the seductive click of her heels approaching. She pauses right in front of him, as he sits anxiously at the dining room table. Looking at him with a bright smile, she causally swipes a hand through her long hair, which is now flowing well past her ass in a wave of gorgeous beauty.Jimmie is, of course, delighted that she let down her hair as he hears her say, her voice taking on that teasing quality he has come to know and love so well, "Well son I hope you don't think my new sweater is also 'too professional'."
He glances briefly at the sweater and is lost. Besides besides being super tight, he notices her sweater boasts a beautiful open knit crocheted look that is practically see through!! A fact he can't help but to notice as he stares at her chest helplessly and notices the dark outline of her nipples.
"No Mom, your sweater is nice," he manages to mumble.
The singular thought, "Jesus she is not even wearing a bra!!" in 8 inch headlines, blares in his head making him nervously look away, but not before he mumbles how fantastic she looks.
He chances another look as she begins to move away from him to the other side of the table. He eyes become shamelessly stuck on her chest, but who could blame him, what with the way those huge tits of hers bounce up and down as she struts around the dining room table examining it with a critical eye.
He prays she doesn't notice the way he is staring so helplessly at her chest. He also prays she can't read his mind or she would find him wondering just what it would be like to slowly, carefully begin to undo those small pearl white buttons on the front of her pretty sweater, thus revealing the mighty treasures hidden beneath.
But if she does notice, she gives no indication as of such, instead only flashing her warmest smile as she stares at the flickering candles.
"I don't know what is melting my heart more, the soft romantic music you are playing for me or the way you went all out to create the perfect atmosphere for me," she says softly while waving her hand in the air over the table before adding, "You know what a sucker I am for romantic settings like this."
He only smiles at her, while quietly pointing one finger to the other side of the table. She follows his finger and finally spots the large white stuffed bear he has placed on the chair opposite of him. It is holding a large pink stuffed heart in between its paws. On the heart written in neat cursive is I Bear my heart 2 U.
"Baby that is so sweet. I'm a bit shocked you remembered my affinity for stuffed bears and sweet messages."
"And pink roses," he says directing her attention over to the middle of the table where the rest of the pink roses are sitting in their vase.
"Roses with our dinner, boy you thought of everything," she says bringing one hand to her ample chest.
"Tried," he says shrugging his shoulders.
"Baby you should not have. They are beautiful," she sighs picking out the small white card attached to the side of the vase.
She looks at him blinking back tears.
"Read it," he says anxiously.
She begins to read it out loud causing the shy Jimmy to blush.
"Although I want you by my side morning, noon, and night, ahh but tonight... yes sweet tonight, this enchanted night do I most especially want you!!"
"I...I made it up myself, pretty corny huh Mom."
"No baby, not corny sweet." She crosses over to him, reaches out and strokes the side of his face lightly as a single tear drop rolls down her face, "Honey your words, Oh God they touch me deeply you know."
"Well as I said, I want to show you that you aren't losing anything in the romantic department by staying home with your boring old son tonight anyway," he says lightly laughing out of sheer nervousness.
"So far you are off to a flying start I would say," she says moving the bear over to the spare chair that is wedged in the corner next to the table.
"I will go get the food as I got it warming in the oven. Enjoy the wine," he says gesturing towards her glass.
"Oh thanks baby," she says picking it up and taking a rather large swallow from it trying to calm her racing heart.
In the kitchen Jimmy hurriedly prepares two plates for them, hoping he truly is off to the flying start she said he is. This is there first real night alone for them since his father left them five months ago.
For the first 4 months, in order to help catch up on the mass of bills Jimmy's dad has stuck her with, she had been working long brutal hours at the hospital where she was a massage therapist.
In addition, his overbearing grandmother, on her side, had moved in with them shortly after his dad left, to help during the transition period, so between that and Lini working so many long hours they had virtually no time alone together.
Finally, his grandmother went back to China, and his mom got a night off to go on her fucking date, which caused his young heart to seethe with jealousy for the last three days, which of course had led to all this.
Their first night alone in forever, her breaking her date with Jack, yes it all made the need for this night to be extra special for them, but especially for her, all the more important.
Little did he know, as he brings the two plates of food from the kitchen into the dining room, thanks in part to the special magic of one Madame Kat, how special this night was shaping up to be for the both of them.
They enjoy a quiet dinner, making small talk as they eat the surprisingly delicious food from the new Chinese restaurant just around the corner from their house, while sipping on generous amounts of the equally delicious red wine.
The dinner is uneventful except for one minor issue Jimmy is having. As they sat across from each other, talking, laughing, joking, enjoying their food, sipping on the nice red wine, Jimmy was finding it harder and harder to keep his mind focused on the conversation.
Instead, his attention was being constantly drawn to her beautiful full red lips, seeming to shine in the soft glow of the candle light, her large hoop diamond earrings that glittered in the candle light, and then, of course, her absolutely gorgeous jet black hair that fell all the way down past her sweet ass in a glorious avalanche of beauty.
But even more distracting was the way he found his eyes being constantly pulled downwards by the mighty beauty of those awesome bra-less tits.
He just could not help but to feel his eyes flicking downward to stare helplessly at those two large boulders hiding under the tight confines of her pretty white sweater; but he most especially found the sight of her nipples, poking so alluring out from under the crotchet material of her sweater to be impossible not to stare at.
To sum it up in as few words as possible, Jimmy had never seen his mother looking so fucking hot as she was looking tonight, and it was all for...him!!
The different kind of buzz he is getting from sipping on the red wine does not make it any easier to control his eyes or his thoughts. The kick from drinking wine he is fast learning is a much more mellow and relaxed kick, than from the jolt her gets from the whiskey and beer he normally drinks with his buddies. Instead of feeling aggressive and quick to anger, like he would be if drinking beer or especially whiskey, he instead feels mellow.
But its more than just a mellow feeling he has on this enchanted night as their date wears on he is beginning to develop extremely warm feelings towards his gorgeous mother. If he dared to admit it, he might actually say he was feeling more than a little romantic towards her.
Plans, sweet romantic plans, are starting to form in the young man's mind as he enjoys the company of the one woman he loves more than any other in the whole wide world. And the one woman he should never ever start to feel romantic about, but he is...his mother.
Lini complements him again and again on the soft, tender atmosphere he has created with the quiet music, soft lighting, and most especially, his wonderful gifts of the roses and the stuffed bear that he gave her. With this in mind, Lini decides this would be a good night to get a very pleasant buzz on.
In other words, she wants to get drunk. Stupid drunk that is. After all she deserves it as hard as she has worked over the past few months, plus it can be kinda of a celebration for them, of her finally getting rid of her miserable ex-husband.
Just as he was admiring her beauty, she too was casually admiring how handsome he looked tonight in the new Levi's, and his light blue button up dress shirt. Plus he is wearing her favorite cologne, which was a birthday present just last week when he turned 18.
So it's no surprise maybe that since he is being so devilishly charming tonight, while looking so cute and handsome, that her heart is melting by the second. The wine she was lapping up at an increasingly vigorous pace would only serve to enhance these warm feelings she was already having for her son.
Wine for Lini, was simply the ultimate aphrodisiac, especially when enjoyed with the right company, which tonight Jimmy surely was the right company, and under the right circumstances, which surely were more than perfect, thanks to the candle lit dinner they were enjoying, along with the quiet music.
Before the night was through, if she kept drinking at this pace, and he kept up his sweet romantic attack upon her heart, then surely her heart would melt and she would...want more than maybe her son would be willing to provide. Wine in vast quantities, tended to, among all other things, make Lini as horny as a randy wildcat.
She knows she should try to control herself, but after everything she had endured over the past 18 years in her horrible marriage she is ready to cut loose, and if in doing so she drags her son along to someplace that might be most forbidden, then she will simply cross that bridge when it comes.
That bridge draws closer as after dinner he shyly asks her if she would care to slow dance. She graciously accepts his extended hand as he leads her to the living room. At his insistence they bring the candelabras into the living room, turning off all the lights, so they can dance in the soft candle light, a sweet romantic gesture that she compliments him on graciously.
As they slowly come together she smiles at him sweetly saying, "Dinner by candlelight, dancing by candlelight, my, my you really are making your mother not miss her date one bit tonight Jimmy. Thanks."
She then gives him a quick kiss, full on the lips, that causes a million little firecrackers to explode in his heart.
Jimmy has never slow danced before so he lets her lead, which she is more than happy to do. In her five inch heels, Lini who was already a bit taller than him at 5'7" compared to his 5' 4", now towers over him. When she slides her arms up his neck towards the end of the song, snuggling in close to him, he could not help but to notice how her tremendous tits were nearly at eye level with his face. He never wanted the song to end, but it did.
When another slow ballad started up she asked quietly if they could please dance a second song. His answer was an easy yes.
Shortly into the song, as his eyes bounced from her pretty face to her big, beautiful tits, she leaned into him, whispering in his ear, "I'm so very curious Jimmy just why you were so intent on keeping me home tonight huh?"
"I don't know. I just didn't want you going out with this...this Jack character," he tells her honestly.
She stops dancing, breaking into a broad smile, "You were jealous. I don't fucking believe it. Jealous. My son is jealous of his mother going out on a date."
"Jealous, no way! He fires back. "Maybe I just wanted to spend some time with you is all, OK."
"Really, not jealous. The more you deny it the clearer it becomes. Not even a little jealous huh honey." She smiles at him again while holding her thumb and index finger about an inch apart, "Not even a small amount of jealousy can be found in that cold uncaring heart of yours for your attractive mother." She winks at him as a teasing little smile comes over her face, leaving him to wonder is she really serious or not.
"Can't we just dance Mom, and not talk," he mutters to her.
"Sure baby, we can do that. Here come closer and let me hold you tight, so tight I will squeeze that bad old jealousy out of you."
And hold him tight she does as they sway to the soft music in blessed silence. The truth is she had hit nailed it totally when she accused him of being jealous, but just because it's true doesn't mean he has to admit to it anyway.
As their second sweet, slow dance progresses, the magic between them only becomes stronger, as his ability to keep his eyes off her tits becomes weaker. This simple inability to keep his eyes off her tits, combined with her, purposefully maybe, pushing them up against his chest so invitingly as they gently swayed to the music has given him a major erection that he was at odds with the ability to control.
And then just to make matters worse as the song continued she began to slowly push herself up against him down there as she hooked her fingers into his belt loops, and pulled him so very close up against her as they danced. He was sure she would notice, and most likely be horrified by the hard monster inside his pants. After all what mother would not, but if she did she said nothing.
The slow song finally mercifully ends, and he promptly excuses himself to use the restroom. Safely inside, he splashes cold water on his face begging his poor aching cock to relax. Finally, after gaining some semblance of control he emerges from the bathroom to find her sitting on the living room couch with a soft smirk on her face as she sips on yet another glass of wine.
"So honey is everything under control," she says boldly staring at his crotch as he approaches her. She had indeed noticed his hardness down there and it had not in the least bit grossed her out, but instead set her poor heart on fire with forbidden desire. Desire she had no intention of acting on though at least not now.
"So honey what comes after dinner and dancing," she purrs to him as he looks at her and sees her gaze seems to have settled upon the front of his jeans. He suddenly suspects she knew exactly why he fled to the bathroom and starts to blush.
When she gives no indication that she had noticed anything amiss, at least verbally, he begins to relax just a bit, until that is he realizes he has absolutely no idea what comes after dinner and dancing. He had not planned things out that far.
When he says nothing, instead nervously crossing the room to pour himself a glass of wine, hoping it will fire his imagination, she looks at him sternly and says, "Surely you must have some grand finale planned for tonight baby as it would be a real..." She pauses at him, giving him a warm smile, before continuing, "Real shame if you did not after this long, slow and most intense buildup of our little, stay at home date."
Stalling for time as he hastily drinks his wine, looking for inspiration in sheer drunkenness, he says, "Yeah well maybe I have something planned Mom, but I thinking if I should really go through with it."
"Hmm can you give me a hint maybe," she says again with that sly smirk like she knows something, but is willing, for the time being anyways, to keep it to herself.
Then it dawns on him; the very expensive trump card he has hidden away back deep inside his closet. This trump card, cost him just over 3,300 dollars, including tax. Just last week, he had made the last of the ten three hundred and thirty dollar payments on it. He had brought it home and hid it away deep in his messy closet with plans on giving it to her on her upcoming b-day next month.
His mind whirls. Sure it would be a most wonderful birthday present for her, but what it not be so much more special if he gave it to her...just because. On her birthday she would be naturally expecting some sort of gift from him, but not tonight.
Tonight it would totally catch her off guard, and he could always go out and buy a little something or the other for her birthday later on. He still had about six weeks anyways at it was towards the latter half of next month. But sadly though, his worrisome nature causes him to think somehow it will blow up in his face if he does something so very impulsive. As usual, he is undecided on what to do.
"Come on Jimmy I know you, I can see the wheels turning in your head, you have something planned. Probably worried it will blow up in your face huh. Well, stop worrying sweetie, this night has been perfect so far and I see no reason why it shall not continue that way."
"Ok Mom," he replies as her words have filled his heart with the quiet confidence needed to push ahead with playing his trump card.
"Just give me a few minutes to...ahh prepare things. I will call you when things are ready."
"Fine I will be relaxing in the kitchen, sipping on my wine, you just holler when things are ready."
So before he can change his mind, he rushes upstairs, deciding with an unusually stout heart to blow her away by playing his trump card along with a couple of "lesser cards" to boot.
The lesser cards are nothing to sneeze at either he thinks as he rushes into his bedroom. His asshole dad, when he was moving out, ignoring his mother's loud objections, had taken the large square white plush rug that used to lay in front of the fireplace in the living room. His mother loved that rug and that is why he took it. It was just the kind of dick guy that he was.
And then to add injury to insult, he ripped out the gas burning fireplace, knowing she used to love to sit and cuddle with him in front of it on cold winter evenings, leaving a gaping hole in the wall there.
Well, Jimmy was no handy man so he could not repair the damage to the fireplace for her, but had an idea that maybe might not be too bad as a sorta of substitute for the missing fireplace on this cold winter's evening.
The last time he visited him, while rooting around out in the garage looking for some beer to steal for him and his buddies later that night, he came across the rug buried in a pile of junk. He quickly retrieved it, hiding it in the trunk of his car, along with the large box of candles he also found that his father, once again just to spite her, had taken from the house when he left. The candles were very special, he knew to his mother as they had been a gift from her grandmother right before she passed away.
Lini simply loved candles and Jimmy, quite proud of himself, safely tucked them away also in his car, with the idea of giving them back to her, along with the rug, on her birthday. Now his feverish mind is working overtime as he plans on wowing her with the necklace, the candles, and the white rug all at once.
Oh and as a bit of icing on the cake, hopefully if the spirit moves him, he plans on quickly writing a love letter of sorts to his mother in his bedroom while she waits for him downstairs. He is a fairly well accomplished writer and can only hope the way she looks so amazingly beautiful tonight will fill his heart with many soft and romantic things to say to her. God knows she needs to hear all this after the rotten way she was treated for all those long years by his asshole father.
Inside his bedroom, after he quickly gathers the rug, the box of candles, and the black velvet jewelry case containing the diamond necklace, all together he plops down at his small desk in the corner of his room, and making a momentous decision, he decides to spill the contents of his heart to her in one long breath-taking letter.
He closes his eyes and thinks of her; thinks of all the wonderful memories they had shared, despite always having to keep a wary eye out for his father. He thinks of how much he loves her, how much pain she has endured by not leaving his father so he would not have to grow up in a broken home, and finally how very beautiful she looks tonight. The words begin to flow like magic from his heart through the pen and onto the paper.
"Not bad, but did I go too far?" he whispers to himself ten minutes later as he carefully folds the letter of his soft musing about his mother, along with some dark forbidden memories and carefully tapes it onto the jewelry case, but not before he gives it a moment or two of consideration that maybe he should just rip the letter up and bury his thoughts and memories forever. It would certainly be safer that way, but the wine has left him feeling both bold and reckless so he bravely tapes the letter to the box.
As he dashes downstairs, planning on asking her to hide up in her bedroom while he prepares the living room, he again says a short prayer wishing fervently he doesn't make a fool out of himself with what he has planned.
He finds her sitting at the kitchen table waiting patiently for him to be done, sipping on her wine. Maybe she is doing more than sipping he sees as the bottle which has been a bit over half full when he started his preparations is now nearly empty.
"Oh hi honey, I was beginning to wonder if you forgot about me," she says as he enters the room.
"Never Mom. Can you do me a favor? Go up to your room for a few minutes I will come get you when things are ready."
She happily agrees as she makes her way up the stairs on unsteady feet, drunkenly excited from both the wine, and that her son is going to such elaborate lengths, just for her.
Back downstairs he lays out the white rug flat in its old accustomed spot in front of what used to be the fireplace, and then quickly moves her favorite large round pillow chair over to the center of the rug, knowing she used to love to relax against it as she curled up in front of the fire.
Tonight, he can only hope she will be satisfied with the substitute he has planned for the fire. He takes the nearly two dozen of the large pillar candles out of the box and stacks them one by one, next to each other inside the gaping hole of the fireplace. He then lights them all, feverishly wishing she will appreciate the substitute fireplace he has created for her.
She only burned them on the most special of occasions, maybe once or twice in the last five years or so since her grandmother had given them to her, so he could only hope that after she sees that he has lighted them she will consider this evening worthy of burning her candles.
"Stupid...she will love you just for returning them to her." Jimmy quietly chastises himself as he prepares things.
He then takes the literally dozens of smaller tea light candles that was also inside the box and arranges them in a circle around the rug. After quickly lighting all the candles and killing the rest of the lights inside the house, he dashes upstairs, his mind in overdrive, to get her.
Jimmy knocks quietly on her door. She emerges from her room and before she can start asking questions, he quickly grabs her hand, politely asking her to be quiet as he leads her down the dark hallway. The house is pitch black upstairs so they move slowly, carefully down the hall to the stairs, hand in hand.
They thread their way through the dark kitchen, and over to the stairs that lead downstairs to the family room. At the top of the stairs she spots the soft glow of candles and her heart starts to race.
As they make their way down the stairs to the family room, she first spots the white rug, her favorite white rug, laid out in front of the fireplace, and then the dozens of blazing pillar candles, which she immediately recognizes as the ones Jimmy's dad stole from her. Her poor heart nearly stops, such is her surprise.
Thanks to it be so deathly quiet in the house, he hears her say serenely under her breath, "Oh God Jimmy you certainly have out done yourself this time."
Looking at him solemnly with a heart that won't stop racing, she says quietly "How did you find my rug and my candles honey?
"I just did some snooping over at dad's house, and then I took back what rightly belongs to you."
"To us honey and he will kill you when he finds out..." She pauses and looks at him seriously hoping he understands just how bad his father's anger can be before adding, "You understand this baby?"
"So what..." he starts to say his voice angry with defiance, before quickly deciding he would not like his hatred for his father ruin this night. "As long as I could make you happy for just this one night. Like I promised so you don't feel cheated for not going out tonight I could care less what he does to me."
"Jesus Jimmy you are blowing me away with all this. Can we go sit on the rug now?"
"First I have something to give you. Here over on the couch."
He takes her hand and leads her over to the couch. They sit down side by side as she looks at him expectantly.
"Now close your eyes Mommy. I want to make you happy," he says quietly as he looks at her noticing for the first time, with maybe equal parts disappointment and relief that she has put a bra on under that pretty crocheted sweater of hers.
Lini heart races as it been so very long since she heard that old catch phrase of his, "close your eyes I want to make you happy mommy."
He used to say that all the time when he was little, and then would give her a little gift of sorts. Sometimes a flower he picked in the back yard, sometimes a piece of her favorite candy, sometimes a sweet romantic poem he wrote for her, or sometimes just a hug and a kiss. It was all so very special and sweet, but of course, as the years passed he sadly outgrew it.
But now here he was, once more saying it, making her heart race. She feels a small box being gently placed in her hands once her eyes are tightly shut.
"Now open them mommy and see what your little boy got you," Jimmy says mimicking the words he used to say to her those many long years ago.
She opens her eyes and sees the black velvet jewelry case with the attached white note to it.
"Should I read your note first?"
"The gift first, then the note."
She slowly opens the box, and just as she suspected, she sees its most spectacular. Pulling her gift carefully from the black velvet that it rests on, she peers at it closer and sees it's something that, from time to time, she has sure she has mentioned to Jimmy that she has always dreamed of owning- a super nice, (nice being expensive) diamond necklace.
The necklace is a thing of sheer beauty as Lini smiles brightly at Jimmy, her heart beating rapidly. The 18k gold necklace has three diamond studded heart shaped pendants intertwined with one another. She moves it closer to the light of the candles and watches the diamonds glitter softly, just as her heart is glittering softly with love for him.
She carefully hooks it around the back of her neck, hardly being able to contain her excitement as she can only imagine how very expensive this necklace must have been and how he must have been saving his money forever to get this for her...just for her!!
She then turns her attention to the letter and begins to silently read it as he watches with bated breath.
Mommy:
I hope you like your gift. The brilliance of each diamond can only be matched by the brilliance of my love for you. A love so powerful that I would do anything to see you smile, to see you laugh, to just be happy that is. I watched with an agonized and most jealous heart the horrible way dad treated you all those years. I prayed for his death time and time again, so you could be released from that lonely prison he created for you.
As a young boy, I used to dream of me being the brave knight, you the beautiful queen, and him the wicked ugly dragon. And of course in my dream the brave knight slays the dragon and wins the hand of the queen. Alas the dreams of a young child are silly no.
As I got older my dreams of you got...darker, filled with teen angst over the most beautiful and alluring woman in the world, my mother. Of my dreams as a teenager I dare not speak of the details for they were both dark and wicked mom and filled me with a tremendous amount of guilt. I only mention this now as a reminder, in case you begin to doubt your absolute beauty, that at least one person, me, thinks you are the most beautiful woman in the world.
I used to tell you how utterly beautiful you were all the time when I was young, sweet and innocent, and of course once I got older I thought doing so would make you feel uncomfortable so I stopped telling you, while all the time knowing it was still true in my heart. Tonight, I decided to release my pent up feelings for you that I have suppressed for years, hoping against hope that they do not make you feel too terribly uncomfortable.
I know your self-esteem took a major hit when dad left you for a younger woman, you thought prettier, nay sexier even than yourself, but his loss is my gain. Your mature beauty blows away his new wife's ugly young beauty any day of the week. You need to hear these things as I suspect you question your attractiveness as you get older, but there is no question mother, like a fine wine you're only becoming more beautiful with every passing year.
I know one night can't ever hope to make up for the lifetime of neglect you suffered at the hands of dad, but I can try can I not? I can try to give you one night so special that it burns its way through a lifetime of bitter and ugly memories suffered at the hands of that man. I hope you have enjoyed our night together, that I have not made so much of a fool of myself. All this that I have done tonight is nothing more than a long overdue glorious tribute to your spectacular beauty and my undying love for such beauty.
All in all, if nothing else this night should serve as a reminder of the complete and hopeless love I have for you. Forever and forever and forever again and again I love my mommy. Nothing could be truer.
Finally, I want to share the memories I have of you, some created tonight, some created many long years ago. Yes they are memories worth remembering forever as you are the best and most beautiful mother in the whole wide world.
I shall never forget tonight, as we danced, the soft way you welcomed me back into your warm, loving embrace. Nor could I ever hope to forget the clean smell of your long beautiful hair so luxurious in pure beauty that it nearly takes my breath away. The dazzling way you made yourself look so beautiful tonight...just for me...makes my heart sing and shall never be forgotten.
But it is the distant memories that burn the brightest for me. When I was so young and so sweet and so very innocent, and we would spend cold winter nights alone in front of the fire. Our extra-long cuddling and kissing sessions, while dad was away always neglectful of your needs, while snuggling under a blanket on a dark and stormy night is a memory that is so distant yet so painfully bright that I could never hope to forget it.
But it was the way you would clutch me so tight to your warm bosom making me feel like there, snuggled against your chest, I was in the safest place in the world, is what I remember so very fondly and dare I say- miss so very desperately. Honestly, absolutely more than anything in this world, nothing made me feel more loved, more secure, than during a long, slow cuddling session with you in front of the fire on a cold winter evenings.
Dare I confess of having particularly dark memories, of when I was young that seems more like fantasy now thinking back on it, of us cuddled in front of the fire alone and many times, with the help of your gentle hands, I remember feeling my head sliding ever so slowly downward until my tiny face rested gently upon your chest. More than once I remember you removing your top saying gently, "Do you mind if mommy takes off her shirt as it's kinda hot in front of the fire and under the blanket."
Without waiting for an answer, as you surely knew I did not mind, I watched with awe as you revealed to my hungry eyes that gorgeous chest of yours. As I fondly recall, you seemed to always wearing a particularly colorful sexy lace bra those evening that set my young mind on fire.
Then you begin to slowly, softly play with my hair as you positioned yourself so my little face would be resting firmly between those big, beautiful breasts of yours as I stared at them in wonder, marveling at their pure beauty.
Did all this truly happen or is it some sorta of weird distorted fantasy of mine. A fantasy that to this day still burns bright in my heart. Could I remember such things so long ago as reality or was it just imagined fantasy on my part?
Could I truly remember your whispered words of encouragement as you would slowly undo your bra inviting me to suckle upon your lovely breasts? Even as I was much, much past the age to be breast fed. Again I ask—did all that happen or is it as such just some wishful thinking on my part of a memory that never happened.
Can you be brave and tell me or does bringing this up now, when I am older only cause us both embarrassment. I promised to bare my heart and soul to you, no more secrets so there you have it...me completely exposed to you mommy.
In my defense, if I have made you feel uncomfortable, all I can say is- I love you and I'm sorry. Sorry that I have fallen so madly in love with the most stunning, most alluring, and most gorgeous creature on this fair earth of ours...my mother.
Love,
Jimmy
The words in his letter rip into her heart with it raw powerful emotion causing large tears to begin to well in her eyes. Tears that she fights desperately, if only not to ruin the makeup she had just finished touching up while alone upstairs.
She looks at him and sees him nervously twisting his hands together, probably wondering if he went too far.
"Your words touch me deeply honey as does your gift of the very pretty diamond necklace and I think we should continue our talk over in front of the old fireplace, relaxing on my rug, in front of the candles, both which you so bravely rescued from the evil dragon."
She leans over and kisses the side of his face, a simple kiss, yet one that sends shivers up and down his spine. "You know this may sound silly but of all the things you said in your letter what touched me most was one simple word baby..." She pauses and looks at him seriously so he understands she is not at all joking, teasing or kidding like she is so apt to do with him.
"What word is that Mom?" He asks surely knowing the answer must be the word "love".
"The one simple word you opened your letter with Jimmy...Mommy."
"Really why?" he asks surprised that such a simple word could hold such power. She stands up holding out her hand to him. He takes it and allows himself to be led over to the rug in front of the fireplace. On the way over she fills both of their wine glasses up once more.
He somehow feels as they settle down side by side on the rug, giving her the necklace, along with the letter was his final act of "control" tonight as from now on it would be her leading the way.
"You used to call me that all the time when you were just a baby, and then a little boy, and then even sometimes into your young teens and it..." She pauses, takes his hands into hers, before going on. "It just that I always felt that our love was strongest when you thought of me as "mommy" which would make me think of you once again as my sweet, adorable baby boy who loved his mommy so very much and so very desperately. I know it sounds silly and stupid huh?"
"No not at all. I...I mean calling you Mommy brings back wonderful loving memories for me to."
"All you have done tonight, especially the bringing back the 'close your eyes, I want to make you happy,' game has brought back such a powerful flood of wonderful memories..." She reaches out and strokes the side of his face gently, "Memories that you obviously have not forgotten either. Memories that can only be reinforced if you maybe could be so brave and call me nothing but Mommy for the balance of this most wonderful dream evening of ours."
She looks at him, blinking back tears again, so he knows she is deadly serious. "I can do that call you Mommy if you wish."
"I do. You know I think it's only fair since you opened up to me so completely in your letter, and tonight for that matter that I do the same for you. I have a confession to make sweetheart. You must promise to listen with an open heart and be real truthful in your responses. OK."
"Yes of course," he says anxiously wondering what confession she was planning on making. He watches as she greedily gulps down her wine wondering if she is planning on purposely getting drunk in order to easier make her little confession.
"You know your part of the letter where you tell of being the brave knight and wanting to rescue me from your daddy when you were young..."
"Stupid silly fantasy huh?" He says a bit embarrassed.
"I think not as it turned out to be truer than you could have imagined."
She leans forward, while reaching out to clutch his hands, and brings her mouth to his ear. What she tells him next seems unbelievable.
"Last year before we split up your daddy insisted I get a boob reduction. He even made the fucking appointment for me with the doctor and drove me there. I had no choice. But once inside alone with the doctor..." she pulls back and looks at him raising her voice now.
"I told him I didn't want a boob reduction, but instead I wanted to make them bigger. I was a 38DD at that time, and in case you didn't know..." a mischievous smile comes across her face as she continues, "38 DD's are already pretty big, right honey?"
She says this with the sole purpose of wanting to draw him in completely to her confession as a prelude as to what she hopes will happen next. She pauses, waiting for him to answer.
"Yeah real big I think."
"So I told myself just to piss off your father I would make them bigger. I told the doctor to increase my cup size from double D to double E."
"Jesus mom they must be huge now." Jimmy says not really meaning to say it aloud, but it just kinda slipped out.
"Yes they are. Your daddy was mad enough to file for divorce. It was the first time I ever defied him. I guess it was the final straw."
"Is that why you did it, I mean just to make him mad?"
"No I had another reason honey. A more compelling reason if I'm going to be real honest..." She pauses, a dramatic pause if you will, allowing the tension to build before answering with a simple word, "You."
"Me?"
"Yes I...well by that time you were 17 and noticing girls and such, and I was starting to get maybe a little jealous. And I noticed, one day when I was cleaning in your room I found your little porn stash, you know by accident. I was curious to see what kinda girls interested you and I noticed you seemed to have a thing for mature Asian women with..." She pauses before laying down her trump card, "really big tits. I remembered smiling to myself thinking I fit the bill perfectly."
Jimmy blushes bright red now. He fidgets nervously, wringing his hands a bit as she has hit the nail right on the head.
"Your blushing tells me I am exactly right sweetie."
"Yeah but still I'm not sure I understand?"
"Not surprisingly as I barely understood myself that day when I defied your father and told the doctor to make them bigger. All I can figure is maybe I felt the need to compete with the girls in your little porn stash so I made them bigger. So you see being that led to your father leaving me you did rescue me in a sense."
"I did huh."
"Yes you did baby. Your little big tit fetish was the key to my freedom so as a reward I think maybe..." She stops, looks at him with a bold and reckless smile on her face and says, "You should be the first person I show my new and improved bigger tits off to, but don't worry Mommy is wearing a bra under her sweater now."
And with that she casually begins to pull the sweater up and over her head. After pulling the sweater free, she shakes her long hair back into place letting the sweater slip to the rug as if it was no big deal.
Jimmy stares in awe at the majestic beauty of her chest. This has turned out to be like some kind of mad exhilarating dream of sorts.
"So are they really big just as you imagined?"
"Yes Mommy," he says in the barest of whispers.
"Jesus her bra looks simply gorgeous on her," Jimmy thinks as his eyes become stuck on his mom's big tits. The aqua blue lace bra she is wearing looks to be having a mighty difficult time containing those huge tits of hers, Jimmy notes as he looks at them with growing desire.
Only his mother knew blue, aqua blue to be specific, was his favorite color. Did she really go put this on while waiting for him upstairs in her bedroom with that fact in mind? The thought causes his heart to skip a beat as the implications are unimaginable.
This pretty bra of his mother's, covering what he can only imagine to be the most beautiful tits in the world, may be the absolute prettiest thing he has ever beheld in his young life.
Staring at her in that fabulous bra causes his cock to reach epic proportions of hardness. He shifts uncomfortably, trying to release the tension down there. The truth is Jimmy has a bit of a bra fetish as he just loves the way a pretty older woman with big tits looks in a sexy bra.
"So do you like how your Mommy's bra looks on her honey," she purrs fishing for the complement she so desperately wants to hear. She too is also acutely aware of her son's little bra fetish as she used to constantly find her old Victoria Secret catalogs, full of pictures of pretty models in bras of course, she thought she had thrown out, hidden away in his room when he was a young teen.
"It looks so beautiful on you, that it takes my breath away. I can't believe you are letting me see you, with your shirt off."
"Hasn't that been a dream of yours for some time now son; to see your mommy without her shirt on? Be brave and tell me the truth sweetheart."
"Very much so," he says shyly.
"I figured as much sweetie. You know mommy's sometimes have a sixth sense about such things. Of course, all during our little date tonight I didn't need much of a sixth sense to tell me you were having an extremely hard time taking your eyes off my tits."
He starts to blush fiercely, but she only laughs at him before saying teasingly, "Didn't think I noticed huh Jimmy."
"I'm sorry Mommy I didn't mean to be staring. Are you upset?"
"Oh baby..." she says reaching out stroking the side of his face saying sweetly, "Your mommy would have been upset only if she didn't catch you staring at her tits."
"Really?" He asks finding it hard to believe her answer.
"Really baby. So does seeing me like this, does it reinforce that memory from so many long years ago that we shall be discussing in a minute. Right after you take your shirt off for me that is."
"Y-you want me to take my shirt off too Mommy."
After draining the last of her wine, instead of waiting for him to answer she reaches out and begins to unbutton his shirt. Lini is pretty much totally whacked out of her mind now on the wine; whacked and yet still perfectly in control as she reaches out and begins to unbutton her son's dress shirt.
As she slowly unbuttons it she can't help to think how crazy this night has turned out to be. "This whole thing is totally nuts," Lini thinks to herself as she continues to carefully unbutton his shirt. "And real, real dangerous Lini," a small little voice in her head whispers. But the wine makes that voice of reason very easy to ignore as Jimmy's over the top romantic gestures tonight have swept her love starved heart away. Tonight anything seems possible.
She has no intention of stopping, unless he does something to stop her, which considering how she is now slipping, with no hint of resistance on his part, his shirt slowly off his well-toned, and very muscular chest, seems highly unlikely.
She pulls back, folding his shirt neatly before placing it carefully off to the side, and looks at him as he sits there embarrassed at being shirtless in front of her. Jimmy, for his part, doesn't know what to say or do, or how even to react to what is happening. It all seems so surreal.
Lini gets up slowly from the rug, a new plan forming slowly in her mind, and moves gracefully across the room to the small stereo in the corner. Jimmy's eyes track her the whole way, loving the way her huge tits, entrapped in her tight bra, bounce up and down as she struts across the floor.
Soft music fills the living room. She crosses the room towards him, stops in front of the couch, leaning on it for support, while saying, "Before we spend some time cuddling and discussing distant memories, I think it would be sweet if the brave knight asked his queen for a dance."
Jimmy gets slowly to his feet; walks over to her, his heart racing. "Would the queen bless her favorite knight with a dance? It would be my honor if she would." He says bowing slightly, trying his best to sound elegant as he holds his hand out to her.
She smiles at him, her heart filling with love and deep forbidden lust for her son as he is so perfectly playing his role, just for her. It can't be easy for an 18 year old man to so indulge his mother with silly role playing games, especially one where at times he must call her "Mommy". The fact, he is so eagerly doing so only makes her love him all the more.
They come together, wrapping their arms around each other and begin to softly sway to the music, just as they did earlier in the night.
But this time, things are so much more dramatic between them. Slow dancing earlier, while fully clothed, bares little comparison to their slow dancing now both shirtless.
Lini is softly exploring the idea, being alone in this dark romantic candle lit living room, swaying softly to the music, both shirtless, that anything could happen between them.
She moves in close to him, pushing her large breasts up softly against his bare chest. The feeling of her soft bra against his bare chest is incredible, causing his already hard cock to jerk to new untold heights of hardness. He wonders if she realizes what she is doing to him, down there, as she begins to slowly rub her chest against his in soft semi-circles. No matter, it feels like heaven the soft material of her pretty lace bra against his bare skin.
She brings her mouth to his ear whispering, "So is what I said earlier, about the brave knight staring at the queen's tits during our date tonight, is it really true or did you just agree to it to make your queen feel better."
She pulls back from him, stroking the side of his face lightly, smiling at him quizzically, before adding, "Come on don't be shy tell your queen my bravest of knights."
"Y-yes your royal majesty. I was staring at them. That is the God honest truth. Are you mad?"
Lini deciding she likes the way this "royal fantasy" is going so she decides to stick with it for a minute.
"No the queen is not angry, but you do understand brave knight that to stare at the queen's chest could be considered a royal offense...punishable by death."
"Death to witness such beauty as contained by the queen's ample bosom would be well worth it I pray tell."
"Hmm my knight has a silver tongue I see." Lini says with a wicked smile as she pulls him closer, mushing her boobs against his chest as they continue to sway to the soft music.
Snuggled up close to him, holding him even tighter, as one slow romantic song blends into another, there is a moment of silence as they continue to sway to the sweet sounds of a romantic ballad both lost in this forbidden fantasy of theirs.
"You know as much as I love dancing with my brave knight I'm afraid we are going to have to take a short break and let me rest a minute. I am starting to feel dizzy, too much of the royal wine I think. Maybe we should go get comfortable in front of the fire and start our little stroll down memory lane."
He makes no objections as she leads him over to the large fur rug; pulls him down gently with her. He waits with bated breath for what will come next.
Then she hits him with the ultimate question. "You know sweetheart I was wondering if maybe you could tell me something."
"Sure what is your desire my queen or is it mommy now."
"Hmm back to Mommy I think. I love both of little role playing games so much I can't decide which one to stick with."
"Maybe this will let you decide. You by some odd quirk of fate could somehow cease being queen, but no matter what fate bestows us you shall always and forever be my most beautiful mommy. That is forever."
"Oh sweetheart your words again touch me so deeply." Coming quickly to a decision she announces, "So Mommy it shall be then. You have convinced me. Now can you do something else for me honey?"
"Of course, anything."
"Can you be real honest and tell me why..." she looks at him seriously as their eyes lock, "You were so intently staring at your mommy's chest all night during our date and even now."
He wonders if he should be honest, if he can, in fact be so honest about such secret feelings as he holds for his mother's majestically big beautiful tits, but once he opens his mouth to respond, and begins to talk, the honestly she so wants, comes easier than expected.
He drops his voice, trying to sound both sweet and innocent, "Mommy, that should be obvious. I mean you...you only have just about the biggest, most beautiful boobs I have ever seen."
"Honey that is so sweet. Your daddy hated them you know."
"Well dad was a fucking idiot coz they are beautiful Mommy."
"Really baby, you absolutely mean that," she says slowly taking his hands into hers.
"I do."
"Tell me, do you remember how on cold winter's nights even as you got older and older I often shared the most sacred thing a mother can share with her baby boy. Do you know what that is hon? I think your letter makes it obvious that you remember," she says as she leans against the large pillow chair smiling at him softly.
Confessing to memories in a letter is one thing, but face to face in person, he finds is much harder to confess so he says nothing.
She thrusts her chest out towards him inviting him to say that single word she so desperately wants to hear for it will unlock the gate to both of their hidden secret desires.
"Go on baby say it, be brave for mommy," she whispers pulling him closer.
Finally he swallows hard, wanting to show her he is indeed brave quietly answers with those single two words that set both their hearts on fire, "Her boobs."
"Yes baby. That is correct. Mommy shared her boobs with her baby boy, even though you were much past the age I should have even considered such a thing."
"How old was I?"
"Hmm how old? Let's just say you were past the age where I should have been more forceful in denying you Mommy's treasures..."
She then takes a deep sigh saying, "Oh shit who I'm I kidding, I did my best to encourage you to come play in Mommy's treasure chest...if you know what I mean."
"I think I might. I thought my memories of those nights long ago might have been just pure made up fantasy on my part," he tells her in a voice that barely works as he is in such shock from hearing this full confession of hers.
"Let's take a stroll down memory lane," she says picking up the bottle of wine and refilling both of their glasses while saying softly, "This will only help."
She drains half her glass in one fell swoop. Wanting to match her he also kills nearly half of his glass as he shifts his body from one position to the next trying to control the mighty erection he has gotten from helplessly staring at his mom as she sits there talking to him so causally in just her jeans and bra.
The whole thing is like some sort of mad fantasy as she starts to talk again. "When you were a new born 8 minutes old, when you were 8 hours old I eagerly shared by boobs with my baby as any good mommy would do. When you were 8 days old, 8 months old, I of course still did the same...but then when you got older my sharing should have stopped but it didn't."
"Why?" he finally asks the million dollar question. She takes a small sip of her wine, looking at him seriously wondering if he has any idea where she is leading him.
"When you passed the age where you no longer needed to be breast fed I became sad and lonely for it was only when you were so eagerly sucking on your mommy's tits that I felt truly loved and needed. My relationship with your father was growing by that time worse and worse every day. I was alone and afraid...you were my only hope, my only love, my salvation."
She takes a deep breath. "So not wanting to give up that feeling of love I felt so strongly when you were nursing I continued to allow you full access to my breasts even as you grew older."
"I remember. I think..."
"Shh say nothing baby. Let me get my full confession out before you respond. I eagerly practiced with you what is known as "comfort feedings". That is I allowed you to suckle on my tits not for feeding but for comfort."
Jimmy looks at her in stark disbelief barely being able to believe what he was hearing, but it all must be truth, especially since it does confirm them long ago fuzzy memories of his mother and her big tits.
"Like when you had a hard time falling asleep at night, or maybe when you were crying and hurt. I knew it was maybe wrong to allow you to continue doing this even as you got to an age where maybe it was a little ahh...inappropriate, but the truth was we both enjoyed it so very much that even as you got older I didn't want to stop."
She takes another long sip of her wine, nearly finishing it off before she hits him with the coup de grace. "The truth is honey, I let my baby boy play with his mommy's big boobies whenever his little heart desired and..."
Now she finishes her wine in one last gulp as Jimmy senses something deep and forbidden is passing between them. "That was quite often. Yes you simply loved playing with your mommy's boobies little boy. Sometimes I wish..."
She stops afraid to say what is really on her mind hoping he will push her.
"What. Tell me what is it you wish for?"
"Well two things. One became true and one could never come true. The first is for you father to leave us so we could be alone and enjoy, that is explore our love for each other to the..." She pauses again letting the tension build that already at nearer breaking, "fullest extent. And the second well let's just say I knew the physical closeness we once enjoyed would slowly disappear as you got older so I wished for something simple like..." She drops her voice to a mere whisper, "The touch of your skin to mine, the feel of your eyes upon my body, oh joyful yearnings do such things create...for it is your love, the love of my precious little baby boy that sustains me, now and forever, never grow up and stop loving mommy with such fierce determination and such utter loyalty that is makes my heart sing with joy."
"That was nice Mommy."
"Ahh I heard that somewhere and memorized it. I'm not a romantic poet like you. But it sums up well what is in my heart."
"Really Mommy so you never ever want me to grow up."
"Hmm..." she looks at him with a sly smile that speaks volumes. "Maybe someday, just not tonight. Tonight I want to experience that fierce and loyal love you once showed me all the time when we were alone. Like now."
She pauses, their eyes meet and something, they both sense it, passes between them. Their truest feelings, finally spoken, has caused a boundary to be crossed.
"Can you do that for mommy, please baby boy, forget everything but your love for me, your burning desire to be my cutest sweetest little boy and allow yourself to be pampered with so much love and affection that it will take your breath away. For me -can you do that?"
"Y-yes, I can. I will, for you, anything for you." He tells her quietly after only a moment's hesitation.
Breathlessly they look at each other, before each finishes the wine in their respective glasses, wanting to experience the sheer bliss of total drunkenness. But not as an escape, but as a pathway to something deeper and much more meaningful than mere words.
"My motherly instincts are whispering to me honey."
"What are they saying?"
"That my baby boy needs to be cuddled by his mother."
She leans back against the pillow chair, pulling him against her. They settle down against each other with Jimmy resting his head softly on her shoulder as she begins to run her fingers through his long hair, twisting and tugging on it like he used to love so much.
He still does, as he murmurs to her, "Mmm that feels so good."
"Does it baby, you know your mommy will do anything, anything at all, to make her little boy feel so good."
The veiled sexual reference is not lost to him as his poor heart skips a beat at the mere suggestion that she is willing to do "anything" to make him feel good.
She wraps her arms around him tightly from behind as she whispers again and again in his ear sweet little terms of endearments. Soon the soft way she is cuddling him turns into a very nice neck and shoulder massage.
It suddenly occurs to her, maybe now that she has tapped into rekindling the deep love that a mother and baby feel for one other, by suggesting they cuddle, she needs to tap into something else, even deeper and darker. She needs to exploit the raw sexual desire she is sure her son possess for her, and then combine the two somehow.
She feels him beginning to melt into her arms as he lets out a deep sigh and closes his eyes. She is worried that he might actually pass out from all the wine he has drank this fateful night, and that would be a disaster because she wants much, much more than for him to pass out in her arms while she cuddles him. This worry causes her to push the envelope as she is determined to keep him awake and interested.
She moves her mouth to his ear, as her hands continue to work their magic all along his neck and shoulders, whispering softly, "Honey do you remember how we used to do more than just cuddle under the blankets on those cold winter nights."
"Kinda of I think. Maybe did we kiss a little bit," he says hesitantly.
"More than a little. I think you should let Mommy reinforce those memories that burn so bright for her, but are a dim ancient memory that you can barely recall because you were so young."
"I would like that." He says hoping against hope for what he has so yearned for all during those years of teenage angst where he had such deep and dark fantasies about her.
Lini begins to shower his neck and shoulders with soft kisses, hoping he continues to relax in her arms. He does- encouraging her to move things along so she turns her attentions to his ears and cheeks, raining soft kiss upon soft kiss down on them in a light and delicate manner that causes Jimmy's erection to make another appearance inside his jeans.
But it's not only the kisses that is making him hard, it's also the way she seems to be purposely rubbing her boobs back and forth across his bare back as she kisses him so lightly, so delicately.
The softness of that aqua blue lace bra is driving Jimmy mad with desire as her kisses, after she gently turns his face towards hers, have found his forehead, then the tip of his nose, each cheek, and then finally his lips.
Her kisses are both soft and sweet, delicate and light, once again causing the fireworks in his heart to explode. Lini is taking things slow, not wanting to push too far, too fast, so she pulls back after several light kisses on his lips.