09-12-2018, 08:11 AM
Chapter 3
By the time I got to the hospital I found out that they had called me because Anjali was getting close to delivering. The rest of the day was a blur as the baby arrived and we were so wrapped up in our happiness that I hadn't given my Mom another thought until she and Dad walked into Anjali's room toward the end of the day.
Mom refused to make eye contact with me and spent the whole visit making a fuss over Anjali and the baby. Dad seemed quite normal, so I could only surmise that Mom didn't tell him, not that I expected her to. They left about an hour later and I hung around until Anjali convinced me to go home for supper. When I got home supper was just being placed on the table and Dad got up to get me a plate.
Mom on the other hand did her best to be pleasant, but very standoffish. We got through dinner mostly talking about the baby and as soon as we were done Dad grabbed his paper and excused himself to the "library", if you know what I mean. Mom quickly got up and started clearing the table and bringing things into the kitchen. I hadn't noticed what she was wearing up until now and took a moment to drink it in.
It was a flowered, short sleeve dress with an open collar that fit rather snug from her shoulders to her hips before ending just above her knees. Watching her move about got me the same reaction as this morning because the dress did little to hide her obvious curves, including her full breasts and round ass! The bounce in her chest and the sway of her hips and ass as she made her way around soon had me in a state of arousal and the feeling of drowning in forbidden lust
I decided I had to pursue this, but perhaps with a different approach. I stood, grabbing a couple of plates and made my way into the kitchen. Mom was busy filling the sink with water as I placed the dishes on the counter and stood behind her for a moment.
“Uh, mom we need to...uh..tal....” I started.
“NO WE DON"T!” she cut me off.
“But Mom , we can't just ignore what happened this morning.” I said.
“NOTHING HAPPENED!” she admonished.
“Give me a break!” I said. “We both know that's not true and we need to talk about it!”.
“I AM NOT GOING TO TALK ABOUT IT!”
“Well that's adult.” I said. “Just forget it ever happened and things will go on as normal?”
“I told you, I don't want to talk about it!”. she said, in a somewhat softer tone.
“But just let me explain...please??” I asked.
My mom said nothing as she started washing the dishes.
“You know how Anjali has had a tough time with the pregnancy and all?” I started.
“Well it's been hard on me, you know, going without sex and all and I've been real frustrated and all. And, uhm, I can't really explain it, but this morning when you came in dressed in your robe, moving around making breakfast, I...I got excited. I know how nuts this sounds, but when I got close to you I just lost it and...and you know the rest...”
She didn't move for a few moments, but then finally turned around, tears in her eyes.
“And how do you think I feel? she asked. “My own son! And then ...as if that wasn't bad enough...I....I..didn’t even….!”
She couldn't finish the sentence, but we both knew what she was talking about, her letting me kiss her. She quickly turned back around and stood there.
“Mom, I just so sorry, it was all my fault.” I said. “Can you forgive me?” I asked.
“I...I...don't know...if I can forgive either one of us.” she cried.
“Oh c'mon Mom, we can put it behind us.” I said as I moved up behind her.
Just at that moment, as I looked at her from behind, taking in the curve of her neck, the points of her shoulders, her rigid back, ample hips and her soft, full ass, I felt awash in desire again! It was then that I realized that it wasn't just that she was a woman that was making me behave this way, but the fact that she was MY MOM, and that this was so forbidden! The very fact that I was trying to fuck my own mother was what was turning me on so much!
By the time I got to the hospital I found out that they had called me because Anjali was getting close to delivering. The rest of the day was a blur as the baby arrived and we were so wrapped up in our happiness that I hadn't given my Mom another thought until she and Dad walked into Anjali's room toward the end of the day.
Mom refused to make eye contact with me and spent the whole visit making a fuss over Anjali and the baby. Dad seemed quite normal, so I could only surmise that Mom didn't tell him, not that I expected her to. They left about an hour later and I hung around until Anjali convinced me to go home for supper. When I got home supper was just being placed on the table and Dad got up to get me a plate.
Mom on the other hand did her best to be pleasant, but very standoffish. We got through dinner mostly talking about the baby and as soon as we were done Dad grabbed his paper and excused himself to the "library", if you know what I mean. Mom quickly got up and started clearing the table and bringing things into the kitchen. I hadn't noticed what she was wearing up until now and took a moment to drink it in.
It was a flowered, short sleeve dress with an open collar that fit rather snug from her shoulders to her hips before ending just above her knees. Watching her move about got me the same reaction as this morning because the dress did little to hide her obvious curves, including her full breasts and round ass! The bounce in her chest and the sway of her hips and ass as she made her way around soon had me in a state of arousal and the feeling of drowning in forbidden lust
I decided I had to pursue this, but perhaps with a different approach. I stood, grabbing a couple of plates and made my way into the kitchen. Mom was busy filling the sink with water as I placed the dishes on the counter and stood behind her for a moment.
“Uh, mom we need to...uh..tal....” I started.
“NO WE DON"T!” she cut me off.
“But Mom , we can't just ignore what happened this morning.” I said.
“NOTHING HAPPENED!” she admonished.
“Give me a break!” I said. “We both know that's not true and we need to talk about it!”.
“I AM NOT GOING TO TALK ABOUT IT!”
“Well that's adult.” I said. “Just forget it ever happened and things will go on as normal?”
“I told you, I don't want to talk about it!”. she said, in a somewhat softer tone.
“But just let me explain...please??” I asked.
My mom said nothing as she started washing the dishes.
“You know how Anjali has had a tough time with the pregnancy and all?” I started.
“Well it's been hard on me, you know, going without sex and all and I've been real frustrated and all. And, uhm, I can't really explain it, but this morning when you came in dressed in your robe, moving around making breakfast, I...I got excited. I know how nuts this sounds, but when I got close to you I just lost it and...and you know the rest...”
She didn't move for a few moments, but then finally turned around, tears in her eyes.
“And how do you think I feel? she asked. “My own son! And then ...as if that wasn't bad enough...I....I..didn’t even….!”
She couldn't finish the sentence, but we both knew what she was talking about, her letting me kiss her. She quickly turned back around and stood there.
“Mom, I just so sorry, it was all my fault.” I said. “Can you forgive me?” I asked.
“I...I...don't know...if I can forgive either one of us.” she cried.
“Oh c'mon Mom, we can put it behind us.” I said as I moved up behind her.
Just at that moment, as I looked at her from behind, taking in the curve of her neck, the points of her shoulders, her rigid back, ample hips and her soft, full ass, I felt awash in desire again! It was then that I realized that it wasn't just that she was a woman that was making me behave this way, but the fact that she was MY MOM, and that this was so forbidden! The very fact that I was trying to fuck my own mother was what was turning me on so much!
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