Fun with My Mother(OrgasmRelease, Raizu Kagurai)

[raizu kagurai]

In most normal families, parents and their children love one another as just family, having no interest or desire for one another. They let their morals and opinions guide them to avoid shame or judgement from others at the thought of something more, something intimate with the other. For most science had no involvement in their decision as it was just their choice to avoid any kind of intimate relations with other family members. For society this was how things were viewed.

But for one family it wasn't like that at all, or at least not at first. Usually some family members fall to the power of love for another sibling or parent usually happens from their own life taking an unexpected turn or perhaps the lack of certain important people in their life. An much like Mike and his mother, this was one of those cases. So as the afternoon dragged on, Friday was taking forever to pass on by.

Mike has been living alone with his mother for years, His father never really being in the picture if at all. A few years ago his mother explained why that was, as cruel as it may have been, she told him the man left because of her secret she hid from everyone for so long. However the only thing it caused was for Mike to love his mother even more, eager to try and keep her happy and loved. But as a result, a part of him began to feel something more, lusting for her from time to time. At some point it led him to snatch lewd photos of her from time to time to look at and admire when she wasn't around or sleeping. So as the day slowed down arund 4 pm, Mike walked in the door, setting his backpack on the ground before announcing his presence."Mom! I'm home!"

 

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"Micheal, come into the kitchen please." his mother-- Rose replied curtly.
She couldn't exactly feel upset, but there was a grim prospect of things now and she wasn't sure how she should handle them. All day she had felt restless like something was under her skin, most moms feel this from time to time. It drives them to clean, shop, or gossip. But none of those things would satisfy her, she knew that.

She chewed on her lip trying to concentrate on the dishes, but she felt it tingling from her finger tips, and swelling in her stomach. This was a need she knew her husband would have gladly satisfied. But Rose no longer had one. She sighed trying to push that depressing thought away feeling as if tears would flood her eyes-- it was amazing when you thought some one really accepted you for you and then suddenly didn't how much it could hurt.
She had told Mike that his father left because of that, but really it might have been part of it, he had grown bored with Rose something else had his attention- were as back in the day her little special part had him excited and pouncing her every chance he got. Now she was alone. Not entirely alone, her son was here. Her son who grew to look more and more like his father every day, making her heart ache for a special comfort she use to have... And now she longed for a special relief.

Rose left the dishes to soak in the sink deciding may she would go do laundry instead. Opening her son's door disappointment swarmed her, as much as she loved her son he really had no instinct for "tidiness" ...Or at least they both seemed to view their own in different persepctives. So Rose found herself attending to straightening out her son's things. Picking up the clothes and throwing them in the pamper, straightening his books, picking up his video games collecting the soda cans and empty chip bags. She had made it to the bed and decided washing the sheets and the blankets was a definite check on her list. Ripping down the blankets she tossed them in a pile over by the door and began working down the sheets lifting the matress to unhook the sheet from the corners.

And that was when she saw it. At first she couldn't deny a little numb shock, and then she smiled her son was old enough now to not be attracted to women and she could pretend to think he was her little boy anymore. Nor could she punish him for simple pleasures-- though most boys now and days tended to use the computer, so her curiousity got the better of her as she picked up the photos. Only to see that they were herself.

And now she sat in the kitchen with them spread out over the table top, her hands folded tense, and uncomfortable arousal settling between her moods. One being concern and the other... lust. Still as her son entered and she saw his shock all she wanted was to hug him she wished she didn't have to confront him on it as a knot rose in her throat.

"...Micheal, " she said softly, "These were in your room..." crossing her legs she attempted to blot out the bulge she thought was growing, "...Mind telling me, how they got there?"

 

[raizu kagurai]

Michael did have a sense of tidiness, but his mother always managed to catch it and do it all before he could get to it, something she always mocked him for. She never really griped him for it but usually had something to say about it, something he always tried to fix. But it was hard to do that when he had school and she had time to do things once she began to feel depressed or impatient. However he never expected her to go all out on his room today, otherwise he would have hidden his secret stash of photos better. Today would be proof of that as she called him into the kitchen and asked about the photos.

Michael bit his lip, tense and unsure how to answer her inquiries about the photos that lay out on the table. He was already busted and couldn't deny what she was looking at so he quickly sat down, shifting through the photos as a bulge grew in his own pants."W-Well..umm..I-I'm not sure what it is you want to hear mother..I-I took some photos of you..and hid them in my room.."He admitted with a shy shrug, embarrassment striking him in his attempt to explain himself. How could he just tell her that her own son has the hots for her and fantasizes about her all the time? She was surely putting him in a tough spot now that she had found his pictures. But still he was ready to simply take whatever punishment she would hand to him."S-Sorry..for taking such..naughty pictures of you mom.."