The bonds between mother and son

[mercifuldarkheart]

A soft sigh escaped the lips of the fifteen-year-old Shiba Takeru when his alarm clock threw him out of the comfort of his dreams. It was getting good, and he was just about to enjoy the bliss of those hormonal delusions that most boys his age would have on a regular basis; however, seeing that the time was a quarter to six, he figured he would need to prepare himself for the day ahead. Any more lounging around and he would risk being late for school and decimating his record of flawless attendance. Something he was sure his mother would not approve of.

Languidly leaving his bedside, he checked himself through the mirror in appraisal. Despite his young age as a Freshman he appeared physically more like a student in his junior year, something that he would have to thank his father’s genetics being a Japanense-American, and more so for establishing his charming features due to his father’s genetics. Silver hair barely covered his eyes, those strange amber hues that needed the constant protection of his glasses or contacts for his sight, and the lean, muscular frame that built a full five-feet and ten-inches of young man. He was sure that in a year or two he’d hit a growth spurt and make it passed six-feet…he hoped.

However, that was probably the only good thing about his father that he sympathized with. The divorce was over five years ago and still affected his mother and him; something that he could never forgive the man for. He left her when the finances became hard on his mother’s end, being a stay at home father, and even worse was cheating on her with her best friend for half of their marriage leaving behind a broken, shattered woman for a young boy to help restore. Shiba devoted the next five years of his life to being the best son he could be whether it was holding her during her fits of tears, giving her small massages during stressful days, to working two jobs and balancing school work to help make ends meat (while struggling to keep up his grades and martial arts)…he gave himself to his mother completely. She was all he had, and he was all she had. He would do anything to keep her smiling.

Shaking his head from his thoughts he decided to go into his morning routine. He brushed his teeth, prepared his clothes for the coming day, and then made his way into the hallway with a set of towels for a shower. “Morning mom, I’ll be down for breakfast after I shower!” Little did he know that she was waiting, listening, and thinking of everything but a small breakfast before taking her ‘little boy’ to school. Little did he know that this would be the start of a relationship very different than what he was used to…

 

[yelim0503]

"Alright hun."
Triste never thought of herself as strong nor willful. She had intense love, which fueled her to work for that unfaithful man that betrayed her. She didn't have shame nor strong ethics... just a motivation to make ends meet.

However a woman was a woman. How long has it been since she hung out with her few remaining friends? Since she allowed herself to splurge at the mall?

How long since she allowed herself to... Love?

These thoughts threatened to cause a headache in the young mother's head. She swished long fingeres through her black tresses and locks while setting the heat at the stove to a "6". There was nothing she wouldn't do for her darling Shiba. He was her perfect boy, her saving grace, and her sinful angel.

He was the object of fixation Triste's deep eyes. "Dinner's ready!" She yelled.

[I will add a suitable picture later... once I find it!]

 

[mercifuldarkheart]

Shiba blinked softly as he thought about the words Triste said as he was stepping in to make his shower. It was too early for dinner, and that’s when he remembered that today was Saturday and he wouldn’t have to worry about school for another day or so. A soft blush crossed over his face as the water ran over his body, soothing those aching muscles, and a sigh parted his lips. Had he been so stressed with keeping up with everything that he didn’t even keep up with the transition of days properly? Well either way he enjoyed the shower and decided to clean up so he could take a nice helping of his mother’s cooking.

When he stepped out of the bathroom he shuffled to his room, giving the woman downstairs a small peak of his unexposed chest and the fine definitions of his pectorals and abdomen as he went behind the door to his room. Shiba decided to through on a white muscle shirt and pair of black jeans for a more casual look—making him look quite older than what he was. Triste’s son could easily pass for her a young man in his late teens as he shuffled down those stairs. “Hey mom! Why didn’t you wake me up earlier…I was supposed to go grocery shopping with you today wasn’t I?”

He smiled and gave the beautiful woman a small kiss on her cheek as well as a warm, affectionate hug before taking a seat and waiting for dinner. He was blissfully unaware of the his mother’s desires towards him, the object of those needs for love, affection, and sexual release…but he could pick up something off. “Hey mom are you okay?”

 

[yelim0503]

[Oh My! I made a mistake with the dinner...I'm so sorry!!! T_T )

Triste felt glorious as her son's chiseled chest pressed against her breasts. Already, he was taller than her...though it wasn't saying much. Triste had always had a small stature.

Her eyes trailed from his abs down to those jeans. She had washed him when he was much younger. Much Much younger... when that man was still here. How much had he grown in his nether regions? Already, Triste felt a familiar clenching in the stomach and squeezed her thighs togeter.

There was no need to get Shiba alerted...not now anyhow.

"Hn... sorry Shiba, I meant to say breakfast... Darling, you looked just angelic! I couldn't wake you up!" Triste exclaimed... though it was more like she was busy staring at his sleeping form and forgot the reason why she entered his room in the first place.

"Nothing's wrong, Don't you worry! Now, eat up! We're running late." She tried to scold him and failed miserably. There was no way she could be disappointed with this angelic child.

 

[mercifuldarkheart]

[It’s okay I adjusted my post to reflect that would. We can keep it as dinner or go back to breakfast, let me know if your next post. This one will be generic a bit until I’m sure where we are time wise XD]

Shiba blinked softly as took note of the strange reactions he mother was having. He was rather perceptive youth, but despite that he figured she was just having one of those days that threw her out of a loop. Unaware that she was imagining the perfection his body would offer, the thickness and length that would put that man to shame the moment she could unwrap the gift she helped conceive. For now he enjoyed the meal she prepared and loved it quite much.

A soft sigh of contentment escaped his lips as he looked her way with a charming smile. It was brilliant how handsome her boy could be, without even realizing the effects of those simple gestures. “Thanks for the food mom…I love your cooking it’s the best. If you want I can cook next time, give you a break from things…if you need something just let me know okay?” She could tell he loved her dearly. Adored the woman, and whether he knew it or not yet, those soft dreams of erotic fantasy that he could never complete or remember were based on the beautiful woman before him.

 

[yelim0503]

"Hn?" Triste said. "That would be...nice..."
He was always such a nice child...And it was finally time to jumpstart his journey to become a man through and through. He had the conditions set... It was his mental state that needed to be changed. She could make those hormonal teen fantasies become a reality.

"We should get going now...but I'm tired. Shiba, should we do?" She always trusted his judgement. And, either way, she would get what she wanted. His answer would only change the time and place it would happen.

The thin cloth of her blue cotton shirt nearlly strayed into their breakfast meal. Triste hastily pulled the sleeve up above her elbow and proceeded to clear the table. She would... tease him a little for now...

And she bent low, giving him a full view of her cleavage.

 

[mercifuldarkheart]

"Hn?" Triste said. "That would be...nice..."
He was always such a nice child...And it was finally time to jumpstart his journey to become a man through and through. He had the conditions set... It was his mental state that needed to be changed. She could make those hormonal teen fantasies become a reality.

"We should get going now...but I'm tired. Shiba, should we do?" She always trusted his judgement. And, either way, she would get what she wanted. His answer would only change the time and place it would happen.

The thin cloth of her blue cotton shirt nearlly strayed into their breakfast meal. Triste hastily pulled the sleeve up above her elbow and proceeded to clear the table. She would... tease him a little for now...

And she bent low, giving him a full view of her cleavage.

A small smile graced his lips when he thought about preparing the dinner table for her later in the evening, but that was slowly replaced with a deep blush painted against her face. He wasn’t sure why he was starring at his mother’s ample cleavage, all he knew was that those perfectly round breasts were in his line of sight and a shot of hormonal adrenaline pulsed through his veins. Triste’s teases would work quite well on the young virgin; after all, he was his father’s son in all the positive aspects that the man had…and when prompted with a challenge he would rise to the occasion. Shiba would be every bit of the man she wanted him to be, even if he didn’t know it yet.

“Well I don’t have to be at school for at least an hour, so if you want you could rest for about thirty minutes…or I could drive?” Despite his young age he decided to get his license at least for school purposes to give Triste a chance to rest, and to take more responsibility around the household. He was the head of the house all but in dominating the seductive woman in front of him, and even then, that would change soon if Triste had her way. “I wouldn’t mind taking a nap myself…just a little extra snooze…”

And he wouldn’t mind being cuddled up next to his mother’s warm body, his face buried deep in her breasts listening to her soft moans call his name. As soon as that thought entered his head he shook it out, blushing deeply out of nowhere, and standing up without realizing one important fact. His hormones were getting the best of him as that nearly foot-long cock, something his father couldn’t boast to have, was hard and easily seen against his jeans and muscle shirt.

 

[yelim0503]

Triste chuckled, good. So the fish had been caught in her snare. The so painfully obvious erection drew her attention. She was proud; he, her son, was proficient in that area as well. If only if she could just...have it.... then...

Well, It couldn't hurt to tease him some more, would it?

"Shiba..." She purred. "Want to sleep with me? Like the old days?"

She slightly giggled as what the statement MIGHT be interpreted as. She spread her arms wide as if to make a point. The raggedy sweater she wore tightened as the arms grew further and further apart. The cloth stretched and tensed around the general area of the chest. Triste nodded her head towards the bedroom.

"I think we all need a little bit of rest,now..."

 

[mercifuldarkheart]

Triste chuckled, good. So the fish had been caught in her snare. The so painfully obvious erection drew her attention. She was proud; he, her son, was proficient in that area as well. If only if she could just...have it.... then...

Well, It couldn't hurt to tease him some more, would it?

"Shiba..." She purred. "Want to sleep with me? Like the old days?"

She slightly giggled as what the statement MIGHT be interpreted as. She spread her arms wide as if to make a point. The raggedy sweater she wore tightened as the arms grew further and further apart. The cloth stretched and tensed around the general area of the chest. Triste nodded her head towards the bedroom.

"I think we all need a little bit of rest,now..."

Shiba felt a a chill run down his spine as if he was setting himself up for something that would bring about a certain change. However, if his physical reactions to her teasing was any indication, it wouldn't be something rejected by Triste's loving child as he watched in embarassment the way her sweat hugged at her chest, making his shaft twitch against his pants for her enjoyment.

The way she called him was alluring, and the offer was definitely something tempting. "I...I sure mom...I'd love to..." He was a bit nervous, the teenage defiance of what he innocently interpreted the statement to mean was soon to be challenged by the activation of the trap. Shiba made his way to take himself in her arms, hugging Triste close with a slow snuggle...what would it hurt to take a nap with his mom once...like the old times. Even before she said anything, her young man grabbed her by the hand and began to walk her to the bedroom with him.

All the while he couldn't help but stare at her, briefly imagining his seductive mother bent over against the bed posts while he...