The Most Beautiful Thing
Ch 26 — Learning New Things
Normally when he sleeps over at her place, he doesn’t come home until very late morning, sometimes not until after lunch. So I was a little surprised to see him, but glad, for sure.
I’ll admit, I’ve been missing him a lot. He’s such a great boy, and he’s been doing a great job with his problem. sigh If only he weren’t spending so much time with Amber.
OH! Not that I want him to spend time with me. That’s not what I meant at all. Although… Never mind. The point is, I was at home, just hanging out when he got home, and I didn’t expect him, and it was a nice surprise. I was glad I’d put on a nice dress.
“You’re home early. Everything ok?”
“Uh… well, yeah, I guess?” He looked around for a place to put his coffee cup, a little paper cup.
“You stopped for coffee? Is that a thing you do now?” I teased. “Are you getting a frappa-mocha-half-caf-latte-with-extra-shot-and-a-twist-of-lemon now?”
He looked puzzled, then looked at the coffee cup he’d been trying to deal with, and I could see the light go on.
“ha ha. Very funny. No, Amber’s mom just gave me a to-go cup.” He looked back at it. “Hey mom, how would you ask someone if they wanted a lid for their coffee?”
“Is that a trick question? Like, ‘Do you want a lid?’?” Weird.
He continued staring at the coffee cup and finally put it down on one of those giant speakers that my Ex had liked and I hadn’t gotten rid of. But since I didn’t care about him anymore, I surely didn’t care about getting coffee rings on them. Ugly black boxes.
“Have you ever heard it referred to as… Never mind.” He looked away. Was he high?
“Dylan? It’s a little early isn’t it? Are you kids supposed to wait until 4:20pm for this sort of thing?” I asked, joking, but also looking. He again looked confused.
“Oh. No what? I would… I don’t smoke weed mom. I just had a weird morning.”
“Tell me about it? Let’s get some coffee”. I like to have a pot on throughout the day. Seems homey, you know? So we stumbled into the kitchen and went through the process of sorting out mugs while he relayed a weird story of being unsure if Amber’s mom was flirting with him, and how weird it was because apparently she was always pretty formal and standoffish and generally seemed like she didn’t like him that much. But now was flirting. Or at least friendly and confusing.
“Oh well. I mean, I guess that if it doesn’t work out with Amber, you can always go for the mom?” I chuckled, as I started doing the dishes. But he turned beet red.
“Oh, come on! It’s a joke! Because of the … you know… The porn thing?” I said. He grimaced, but then laughed a little with me.
“The porn huh. Because I watched some mom/son porn. Right” He said, with a wry expression.
I nodded. I mean, yeah, that’s literally the joke.
“And not because, you know, you and I…” He trailed of, but with a smirk forming.
Now it was my turn to blush. I mean, I know that we shouldn’t do… that. But then, it just seemed natural. Like we could just do it whenever we wanted. I wondered if he wanted to now.
“Did you… I mean, did you want…? " I trailed off. It didn’t seem right, even though I knew it was ok. Like, a part of me was sure that I shouldn’t ever have sex with him. But then another part was just as sure that it was ok, and that we could do it whenever.
He continued grinning, and I had to turn back to the sink to hide my face. I had butterflies in my… in my stomach. Maybe you don’t understand, but it has been quite a few years since I had butterflies.
But when he pressed up against me from behind, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to stop it. The instant my brain figured out that he was pressing his hardness up against me, my brain just melted.
“Oh Mom, you are so beautiful” I heard him say, and felt his hands sliding up my arms. I had to rest my hands on the counter, my knees were so weak.
“Dylan” I tried to admonish him. “You know we shouldn’t.
“Oh Mom, are you going to tell me that you haven’t thought about me?” One hand slipped up and was caressing my neck, while the other wrapped around my belly.
“I just think—” I tried again
“sh-sh-sh. You have thought about me haven’t you.” He said it, it wasn’t a question. I tried not to move a muscle as his hand slid over my round belly to just barely cradle my breast. I didn’t want it to, but I swear my entire consciousness was focused on that one nipple as it got hard.
“I—I—” I tried. But his other hand was now gripping my neck instead of lightly caressing it and I lost my train of though.
“I know I’ve thought about you.” He said. How could this boy, my son for gods sake, suddenly have this voice that melted my brain like warm honey? And I couldn’t help but wonder how he’d thought about me.
I didn’t notice, but he’d moved both hands now, and was gently cupping both of my breasts. But I could feel him pressed up against my butt as well. I was trapped between them. And I still couldn’t figure out if I wanted to escape.
“I’ve thought about these, more times than you can count” He slid his hands over my breasts.
“Dear, no” I said, trying to keep the whine out of my voice. “Dylan. C’mon. I need to wash these dishes, and you need to sit back down.”
“Go ahead then. Don’t worry about me.”
“…”
“Dylan, you are still holding onto… er, me”.
“Oh, right. Sorry.” and his hands withdrew. Whew. We do need some kind of semblance of normality in this house. I’m his mother, and obviously he shouldn’t be doing that. But I won’t lie, I could still feel the ache in my chest where he had been touching me.
“Are you going to let me do the dishes though?” I asked, since he was still pressed up against me.
“Mmmmmm—sure. Go ahead” he said, and I felt him step back. I am not unhappy to lose contact with his body. I am not unhappy to lose contact with his body. I am not—Argh. I need… I need a real man. I mean, Dylan is a real man, but he’s my son. So even though he’s all grown up, and is so handsome, and even though we’ve been together, and… and … and he has that perfect… penis. I really can’t explain myself. It’s stupid. I’ll just—I’ll just do the dishes.
“Ummmm Dylan?” I asked after a few moments.
“Yeah mom?” he said, his voice right behind me.
“What are you doing?”
“Oh, just watching.” I glanced over my shoulder and he quickly looked up to my face from where he’d been looking a moment before. He was watching my ass.
I’m not dumb. I know I have a big ass. I’m like… like pixar ass proportioned. And given his girlfriend, I know that’s not really his thing. What was he thinking about it? Just how big and fat it was? Should I lose weight? Go to the gym? We have an elliptical that’s been gathering dust in the basement for years… I started washing the dishes more vigorously, angry with myself. I don’t know if I was angry for thinking about losing weight and exercising, or if I was angry for not dealing with it sooner, or what.
He muttered something.
I turned around to face him. I was going to tell him off and I don’t even know what. But he wasn’t laughing or looking disgusted. He was looking … he expression was one of lust. And then he looked up my body, and finally came to look at my face. Luckily I’d masked my anger as he’d dragged his eyes up my body. This dress does kind of accentuate my curves. And since I have a lot of them, you know.
“What was that?” I asked, keeping the strain out of my voice.
“Oh. Uh” he mumbled. “I was just… Just enjoying watching you work.” He finally said. I couldn’t help it. I looked. He definitely had an erection. I had to close my eyes to break contact with it. And when I did, I could see it in my mind. I could feel it. It was amazing. I really need to just…
“Ok” I said. Just ‘ok’. And quickly turned back around and went back to washing dishes. I don’t know if it’s my newly awakened horniness, or seeing the tent in his pants, or him telling me that he liked looking at me, but I was bouncing between emotions in a way I hadn’t since I was a teenager. A teenager like Amber. Except I was a lot hotter than she was. I had these perfect big boobs. Everyone looked at them. I honestly hadn’t liked it at the time. Teachers and friends parents, and endless teenage boys. Everyone wanted to look. But now… Now it seemed… nice. Like, I still go it, you know. But also, knowing that he was watching me was both stressing me out, and making me feel alive in a way that was so familiar. And it felt good. So I couldn’t help but a little extra spice to my jiggles. You know, wiggled my body a little more than strictly necessary. I was enjoying just thinking about him watching me, and simultaneously feeling like I shouldn’t be enjoying it. But doing it anyway.
I felt his hand brush against my neck as he touched my hair. I tried to stifle my shiver, since that wasn’t proper. Instead, I remained focused on the job of doing the dishes. Just washing the plates, the cutlery. I squirmed a little when I felt his hand slide along my side and hip.
“Dy—lan! I’m trying to do the dishes!” I said, but he didn’t respond. Then his hand slid lower down to … I guess my upper leg? But awfully close to my butt, if you ask me.
“Dylan, sto-op” I said, but I couldn’t keep the playfulness out of my voice. I wanted him to stop, obviously. Obviously. But at the same time, I was enjoying the attention. Focus. I have to focus on the job at hand, and I tried to ignore the feeling of his fingers touching my legg through my skirt.
But I couldn’t help but hiss when I felt his fingers find my skin, at the bottom of my dress. But I couldn’t let him know, after all, I was just washing the dishes. I just tried to stop from squirming while I rinsed the cup I had been washing. But then I felt them moving higher, but this time under my dress.
“uh…” I said, trying to figure out what to say. His fingers slipped along my leg, and he was touching my butt now. No question, Dylan had his hand up under my dress. I stood completely still. Half willing him to stop, and half…
But his hand kept climbing. And before I could say anything, he’d taken hold of the top band of my underwear. I tried. I swear. I tried to stand perfectly still. Not encouraging him. Because you can’t take off a pair of underwear with one hand like that. But as fast as you can imagine, I felt his other hand scoot up my dress. I was standing there, my ass sticking out, hands in the sink, with a man’s hands up under my dress. Was I teenager? No. This was too much. I had to tell him to … to … to stop. Yes. To Stop.
“Dylan, dear, you can’t—Ah!” I couldn’t help but make a sharp gasp as he pulled my panties down around my ankles. It was so fast! I couldn’t help it, I looked behind me, and saw him kneeling behind me, and the expression on his face as he looked back up at me was… well it wasn’t appropriate for a son looking at his mom, that’s for sure. I was frozen in place. But he wasn’t. And his hands went back, sliding up my legs. And before I could even tell him to stop, his hands were grabbing thick handfuls of my ass. I’ve mentioned how big my fat ass is. I’ve always been embarrassed by it. But no matter how much I go to the gym, it just makes it stick out even more. So I couldn’t figure out what he was doing, he seemed to just be grabbing it, squeezing it. And it felt good. Damn it! It really did!
“Mom” I heard him say, his voice all husky. “You are so beautiful.”
I know, ok? I know he was just being nice. But it was nice to hear. Like, just for a moment, I did feel beautiful. But this wasn’t appropriate.
“Dylan, I need to do these dishes, ok?” I said.
“Ok mom.” He said simply. But his hands were still stuck on my ass. I waited a few seconds, but his hands stayed, full of my butt.
“Ummm, so dear? You’ll have to stop what you’re doing.”
He stood there, and for a moment, I felt his hands relax, and he was going to stop this… this … whatever this was.
“I don’t think so. But you do have to do the dishes. So get to it!” He said, and I could hear him smirk. A second later… smack he gave my ass a little smack! I made a little ‘eep’ sound. I couldn’t help it!
So I did. Ok. I know I should have stopped him, but I didn’t. I just focused back on the sink and started washing dishes. And he went back to groping my ass. Ok. Ok, this is fine. I remember distinctly thinking, this was fine. It wasn’t sex. It was just… it was just a kind of cuddling. A little weird, but not … not sexual. So I could just keep doing the dishes and eventually I’d be done, and he’d have to let me go when I was done.
But as I washed, and rinsed things, moved them over to the drying rack, he kept right on grabbing, gripping, sliding, and scritching. And it was affecting me. Like, while I kept on washing, I starting thinking about how close he was to my sex. And how hot I was feeling. I daydreamed about him—I mean someone touching me all over. I remembered the feel of his hands on my breasts, and how close he’d come to my nipple. Have I mentioned that I have sensitive nipples. Shit. They’d feel so good right now if I could touch them. And the whole time, his hands were wandering around my big ass. Just grabbing and touching everywhere. Pulling, pushing, kneading them. And it felt good, made me feel warm, and honestly, wanted. Then, completely unexpectedly, I felt his thumb touch me, right on my… well, my ass. I mean, like the hole. Not like, penetrating it, but even so!
“OH!” I shrieked, and spun around like I’d been stung by a bee. “No! Dylan! Absolutely not! Who… Why would… You can’t do that!” My god! Why would anyone ever do that! Jesus. He saw the expression on my face, and I could see him move from dreamy, to confused, to chagrined. “And certainly not with your mother! This is just too… It’s not right.“
“Awp! Sorry Mom! I didn’t know you … I guess I kind of got lost in the moment?” He looked really sheepish.
“Well look, young man. That is not appropriate behavior. Like at all! That’s a disgusting… just gross…” I literally did not have the words for this. Why would anyone ever touch… I mean, it’s literally my asshole! Jesus. Yuck!
“Anyway, I … I’m going to finish up the dishes later. Please… Please wash your uh, hands” I managed as I shuffled awkwardly out of the room. I have got to get this household under control!