A Mother and Son Bond (Celebstars & Goldengateson)

The wet piece of cloth ran over the surface of the kitchen worktop. A firm hand on top rubbing it and making sure it was all clean. Shimmering brightly the counter reflected the light expertly, Holly was quite proud of herself. The mother in her mid thirties liked to keep the small apartment tidy, she found pleasure in doing so. Plus it kept her mind off things.

Nearly a year ago, a long lasting relationship she was in with her husband came to a close. Be it without his knowledge though. Taking some cash from the safe, which totaled nearly twenty thousand, a suit case full of clothes and of course her son, the pair made a run for it, hiding away from the abusive man who had left them with to much physical and emotional pain.

Leaving with bruises, today's version of events were much nicer, a nice small home, new friends and a safe place to live.

It was late afternoon, her son would be back from school soon. Holly was worried about the money they had stolen from her ex husband. It was running out, with only a few months of rent being able to be paid. A job was helpless, her husband could have tracked her whereabouts, as for her son, being under age his whereabouts were protected by the school, it all being confidential.

Wearing blue jeans which showed her round ass, a brown top above showed her curves in all the right places. Her body wasn't slim, but Holly wasn't labelled overweight either. With the soft brown locks tied in to a ponytail, it swung from shoulder to shoulder as she moved throughout the house.

Steven had grown up knowing nothing but pain. Admittedly, his father had beat him less than he beat his mother, but nonetheless, he felt every blow against his mother deep in his heart. He couldn’t quite recall whose idea it was to run, but it took little debate before he was fully on board with the plan. It had taken them a while to find a place far and secluded enough to be hidden away from his father who would likely be looking for them, but before long, they’d found a good home to call their own.

The young teen thought about all that had happened since then, and he couldn’t help but smile as he looked out the window of the school bus. Things were finally looking up for him and his mother, and the anniversary of their escape was coming up rather soon. The sudden jolt of the bus coming to a halt roused him from his daydreaming, and Steven ran a hand through his dark brown hair which he’d gotten from his mother hopping off the bus and walking down the street to their home. He was rather normal attire, just a pair of dark jeans, a gray t-shirt, and a black hoodie hid away his slim frame.

“Mom?” he called out as he entered the house, dropping his backpack to the floor by a small table as he closed the front door behind him. Taking a few steps into the house, he peered into the kitchen to his the backside of his mother as she worked to clean the countertop. With a smile, he walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her from behind as he planted a tender kiss on her cheek. “Hey, Mom,” he said in a loving tone. “How was your day?” he asked, releasing her from his grasp to grab a glass of water. Though the teen knew that their financial situation was far from spectacular, he still was unaware of just how dire it really was. Holly had told him that she’s work things out, and he took her word for it. After all, it was his mother who had made their escape possible, and he trusted her completely. Not only that, but he knew that money was a sore subject, and the sweet boy that he was, he didn’t want to cause her more grief than needed by bringing it up.

"In here" was a short reply to his call. Feeling his arms wrap around her sides, Holly nested her head in to his shoulder while her ass was against his groin. "My day was the same as always, how was yours?" Turning around when he released her, she put her hand over his forehead, brushing some hair with her fingers.

"We need to talk though, isn't fair I have to tell you these things, but I have always treated you like an adult haven't I?" She contradicted her statement just then by tapping his nose with her index finger and then pecking his lips with her own. "I have found some work, it isn't really...well...legit. I won't pay tax. But it is a lot of money."

Leaning her ass against the counter, Holly folded her arms against her chest. "I'm going to go to these functions, events and parties. Basically be a date for some guys. Nothing will ever happen though, you must understand that OK? I am doing this for us, so we can be happy"

Walking up to her boy who she loved more than anything in the world, Holly held his hips as she smiled at him. "You trust me don't you?"

Steven closed his eyes as he Holly’s fingers brushed his hair, feeling comforted by his mother’s delicate touch. “My day was ok too. School’s just same old same old I guess. Finished up my homework before coming back though,” he responded.

He cocked an eyebrow when she began sharing with him the news of her… potential employment, however. He let her explain what solution she’d found to their money problems. He knew that finding a job was difficult if not outright impossible for her, so he was more than surprised when she replied that she’d found some work. Excitement swelled in his heart at the possibility of a normal life, but that excitement quickly died away when she went on to describe what that work entailed. “But…” he said hesitantly, looking into her eyes. “But… isn’t that what a call girl does? An escort?” he asked anxiously.

Though he was only fifteen, Steven still new what those terms meant, and to imagine that his beautiful, loving mother in the arms of strange men made him sick to his stomach. He began to breathe a little faster as the gravity of what she was saying washed over him. As he felt his mother’s hands come to his hips to hold him, however, some of that anxiety washed away as she smiled at him.

“Yeah, I do,” Steven replied, unable to help himself but smile as he looked upon Holly’s sweet, nurturing eyes. Though his father had been a fiend, his mother had been the exact opposite, an angel. “I love you, Mom,” he said, pressing his lips to hers for another peck as he wrapped his arms around her to hold her close in a loving hug. “I just want you to be safe too,” he whispered to her, feeling the swell of her breasts press hard against his chest as he breathed in her feminine scent. “Maybe I can be like your body guard?” he asked, only half jokingly as he released his mother from the hug. “Do you… do you know when you’re going to start?”

Kissing him back, the pecks were nice on the lips. Holly knew it maybe wasn't 'normal' but what was anymore? So many people lived their lives differently and what they did wasn't actually wrong. "My bodyguard? Your sweet, I can look after myself" her reply brought back memories of her being defenseless against her ex husband.

Moving away, her big round ass which looked so firm and very inviting moved in to the corridor but she continued to speak. "I am going tonight, I meet him at a hall where I appear as his date that is all. I think it will be really fun, I can lie about my life, make up stories, pretend to be someone else. What name should I use!!" Holly made it sound more like an adventure than a job.

"Hey are you coming or what? You can help me pick out an outfit for tonight. I would like your opinion." Opening her bedroom door, she left it open to invite her son in. " might use that perfume you bought me to, what do you think?"

Standing in her room, she extended her arm out and opened her palm, wanting him to take her hand when he joined her.

“Okay… but keep in touch with me sometimes so I know you’re safe,” he responded with a smile. Though Steven had been too weak and too young to protect his mother and himself from his father, he felt as though he could protect her now from anything else. Whether that was possible though, remained to be seen. Nevertheless, the boy had the courage and perhaps foolhardy belief that he could do anything, as most teens his age did.

Steven let his mother pull away from him, though without her even telling him too, he knew to follow close behind her. As she turned away to walk into the hall, Steven’s eyes couldn’t help but fall to the magnificent sight of Holly’s plump, luscious ass that her form fitting jeans showed off so magnificently. Even if she was his mother, Steven had no qualms about letting her know how beautiful he thought she was.

Steven couldn’t help but smile at his mother’s seeming calmness about this new venture in her life. She seemed far from concerned, and if anything, a bit excited. So long as there wasn’t anything else beyond merely going out with these men, there would be no harm, right? “Hmm,” he mused to himself as he followed her to her bedroom, eyes still glued to her swaying hips and bouncing bottom. “How about Rebecca? That’s a pretty name. If you want something more… exotic though, maybe Sasha?” he suggested.

“Of course I’m coming!” he said excitedly as he took her outstretched hand with his, following her into her bedroom. “And yeah, wear that perfume. It smells really good, and I’m sure your…” Steven hesitated a moment, unsure of what to call these clients of hers. “I’m sure your date will like it too,” he said finally, forcing a smile.

“Well, it’s not like you’ve got a lot of options, Mom,” Steven teased. He didn’t mean to make his mother feel bad, but both of them knew that her wardrobe wasn’t exactly overflowing with luxurious outfits for a date. “It’s either going to be that red one with the slits on the side, or it’s going to be the black one with the open back.” Having spent a year together on their own, Steven had seen his mother wear both outfits on various special occasions like their birthdays.

“I kind of like the red one more, but it’s up to you,” he said, offering his opinion as he walked behind Holly, slipping his arms around her waist as his hands reached for the zipper of her jeans. Mother and son had always been close, as evident by their innocent pecks on the lips. Part of that meant that were more than comfortable dressing and undressing in front of each other, and having witnessed his mother doing so, Steven knew that she sometimes had trouble with jeans given her well endowed bottom. “Let me help you,” he said as he quickly undid the button of her jeans before doing the zipper. With both undone, Steven hooked his thumbs around the tops of her jeans and tugged down. It proved a little difficult due to the wideness of her hips and the plumpness of her ass, but Steven eventually managed to work the denim down over swell of Holly’s juicy cheeks.

Waiting for her to step out of them, Steven came face to face with his mother’s panty covered ass, and despite his best intentions, he could feel his heartbeat quicken a bit. “There,” he said, taking the jeans and tossing them onto the bed before taking a seat on it. “Let’s see which one looks better on you,” he said with a smile.

"I know I haven't got a lot, I will be able to buy more things when I finally get paid. The red one I think makes it look like I am game to do something more with him. Don't you think?"

"Oh you do?" Placing a finger on her chin she looked it over. "If you think it is best then I will wear it" Suddenly the mother felt hands wrap around her waist before sliding down towards her button and zipper. "You know I don't think I should be letting you do something like this" Holly admitted, shaking her head, flicking some of her long brown hair out of the way of her face.

Once they were unfastened and became loose, Holly slithered out of them and her cotton panties came in to view as did her mound. "Sure, I will try on both" she said, slipping her top of and revealing her heavy bra full of motherly goodness. In her underwear, he would have seen her wide hips, plump ass and flat stomach.

Getting in to the red piece, her thigh was exposed and she looked very sexy.

“Yeah, but if he thinks that, then maybe he’ll be nicer or give you more money,” Steven answered.

“Sorry, Mom,” Steven added. “Just thought you might need some help.” After he’d finished helping his mother out of her jeans, he let her undress the rest of the way on her own. Despite being so close already, Steven’s heart still beat quickly every time he saw Holly in just her underwear.

Steven then watched as his mother slipped on the revealing, sultry red dress that left so much of her lovely legs exposed. “That looks great on you, Mom,” he said with an encouraging smile. He loved how much of her luscious thighs were exposed in this dress.

“But…” he said, trailing off a bit. “But your panties are showing,” he said, pointing at the strap of her panties that were visible in the cutouts of the dress. The cut went so high that it didn’t end until well above her hips. “If you wear that dress, you’re going to have to wear it without panties,” he suggested.”