Wavering Feelings

This all started when her son changed how he presented himself all of a sudden and acted like a completely different person, unlike his normal gloomy self. She couldn't associate her son with the person that appeared before her no matter how she tried, as they were both polar opposites and were completely different from one another, other than having similar faces.

Especially with how his eyes changed from being so dark and dull before, like he was tired of life, to how they were now, so clear and full of confidence, like he was ready to take the world. That one change was more than enough of a reason; she couldn't compare him to her actual son anymore.

But in the end, no matter how he changed, he was still her son at the end of the day, and that wasn't going to change no matter how much he changed for the better...Or at least that's what she thought, since the moment her son laid his hands on her butt, she couldn't help but have various thoughts about her son. 

It wasn't simply because he touched her in a place where a son would never usually touch his mother, but because of the way he held her in his hands, like he was holding his lover rather than a member of his family.

Be it the way he clawed into her flesh with his sturdy fingers, or how she could feel the coldness of his hand through her clothes, it was as if he was losing control of his desires and was about to carry her and throw her onto the bed to completely devour her.

That was the feeling she got in her son's embrace...Or at least that's how it felt for her.

And she also couldn't help but be ashamed about the fact that, even while she was thinking of telling her son off for the inappropriate way he was hugging her, she also wanted her son to hold her more firmly and let her feel more of that pleasure that came along with his touch. 

She secretly wanted her son to dig deeper into her flesh and tear off her clothes so that both of their skins could touch and she could thoroughly enjoy that carnal feeling that she had never felt before, which she ultimately shouldn't have felt as his mother.

At that time, she had thought that this was a one-time occurrence that would never happen again, and that she would never feel that way towards her son again. But unfortunately for her, even after her son had let her go, she couldn't help but have certain thoughts about him.

Like how she thought that her son was quite the gentleman, with the way he treated her with the utmost respect, like she was his queen, and plated her dishes for her without even asking, which deeply impressed her. Or, how she loved to hear the words that came out of his mouth, as every single line he uttered about her, described how beautiful she was and how lucky one would be to have such a woman in their life, which made her flush like a little girl when she was actually going to reach her forties soon.

Not to mention, that the way her son looked after he took care of his appearance was exactly the type of man she liked, and she knew that she'd definitely be all over him if she wasn't already in a relationship and if the person she had a crush on wasn't her son.

And of course you can't not mention, the way her son made her feel good about her body, which she thought was losing its past grace due to her age, and complimented her body like it was a masterpiece, which made her heart race violently. And it even made her want to show off more of her body to her son so that he could take a good look at her hidden places, and deeply describe why he finds them extremely attractive for her satisfaction.

And last but definitely not least, he just knew how to pleasure a woman's body by simply caressing her, as every time he laid his hands on her light brown skin, it would send tingles down her legs, which would cause her knees to go weak.

Like how he pulled down her leggings and slapped her ass and made it jiggle, which gave her a stinging feeling on her butt that gave her pleasure in the disguise of pain, and made her moan out in delight. Or, the way he stroked her ass when he was showing the wounds on her buttocks, which made her want to take off her underwear and spread her buttcheeks wide, so that her son could check if there were any more wounds in the inside of her butt. And if there was any wound, she wanted him to stick his fingers in and stroke that area, so that his mother wouldn't have to suffer anymore pain.

But that was all something she deeply kept to herself and only dared to think about in her mind, as all those thoughts were simply taboo to think about since he was her son. 

This was why she didn't want to lose this bet no matter what, as calling her son daddy, when she was already troubled with how she should treat him now that she also saw him as a man, would only make their relationship even more confusing. 

She was already struggling to keep her desires hidden deep inside, as she didn't want her adorable little son to know how her mom thought about him and the perverted things she wanted him to do to her, which would cause him to be disgusted with her. And if she started calling him daddy all of a sudden, it would only further enhance those taboo feelings she had, which she silently wanted to eliminate by herself, so that she didn't harm their harmonious relationship due to her perverted nature.

That was, she wanted to run away as quickly as possible and lock herself in her room so that she had no chance of losing the bet, potentially increasing the chances of seeing her son as a man, rather than the little boy she used to see before. 

By adamantly locking herself in her room, she could save their relationship from deteriorating due to the new-found inappropriate feelings she had towards her son...Or at least that's what she planned on doing and was about to run away at full speed when she heard the chime ring, but she changed her plans all of a sudden and stopped when she heard what her son called her.

Abi...My adorable little daughter Abi.