You Are My Best Interest

Liz was silent for a moment as she tried to control her emotions. Her son's confession had left her feeling both aroused and disturbed at the same time. She realized that she had been thinking about it ever since he started talking tonight. Her mind was flooded with images of her son touching himself and imagining he was with her.

Liz looked away shyly. She didn't know why but she did find herself wanting to hear more. Perhaps because deep down inside, she knew exactly why. It's not just because she wanted to satisfy her curiosity or learn more about her son. No, there might be another reason entirely. A very primal reason…

She took a deep breath before speaking again. She swallowed hard before continuing. "I have been wondering why you are so obsessed with sex lately," she said softly. There was an air of vulnerability in her tone. It seemed like he needed someone to talk to about all of this.

She blushed deeply as she heard those words come out of her own mouth. This wasn't how she expected things would go tonight! But then again, maybe they should have gone differently. After all, she had no idea how much pleasure could come from sharing these secrets with someone else. Liz blushed more when she heard her son admit his own thoughts and feelings towards her. She was clearly embarrassed by them and yet still cannot help but feel curious about them.

"I...I... Maybe... your son just growing up and more mature now..." He didn't know the reason himself either.

Perhaps that's true, but deep down inside, Liz knew that there was something more to it. She knew that this was more than just typical teenage curiosity. It's something more primal and intense. It's the kind of feeling that he can't quite put a name to, but she can definitely feel it deep within her bones.

Liz thought back to the date and conversations they had had earlier tonight. She remembered how much she enjoyed it. Then she recalled the way her son looked at her while talking to her. She felt something stirring between her legs. Something that made her feel nervous and excited. She found herself getting lost in thought again.

Liz smiled shyly. "Yes, that's true. Maybe you are just growing up." She said uncertainly. Part of her wanted to believe it, but another part of her was still intrigued by the thought of her own child thinking about her in that way.

"Do you think so, mom? Do you mean this is normal?" He asked curiously.

"Oh, of course!" Liz said quickly. "It's normal for boys your age to start thinking about things like that. It's just part of growing up." Her smile falterd a bit, however, as she tried to convince herself as much as her son. Deep down, she knew there's more to it than just growing up.

"I-it's normal for a son to have certain feelings towards his mother, but..." Liz stammered.

"But what?" Her son asked, curious about what he's been told was "normal".

Liz bit her lower lip. "But it is also strange to think about things like this," she said quietly. "As a mother, I want to protect you, my son, and keep you innocent, but at the same time, I also see you as individual with your own thoughts and feelings. It's...complicated." She whispered and bit her lip again. "But you shouldn't act on those feelings. It's wrong." She said uncertainly, feeling a bit guilty for even thinking about her own son's desires in any way. She knew there was nothing wrong with having such thoughts or feeling from her own flesh and blood towards his mom, but she also knew that society frowned upon incestuous relationships between family members.

"Wrong... What could be wrong about that mom?" He tried to play innocent. He felt like this worked well with his mom.

"There are many reasons why incestuous relations are frowned upon. It's illegal, for starters! The society views it as taboo." She replied, sounding very serious about the topic. "It can lead to…complications. Just like I said, it is natural for a son to feel close to his mother in certain ways. But it's not healthy for children to see their parents as sexual partners."" She said, unsure if he understands why acting on those feelings would be wrong.

"Not healthy? Why is it not healthy?" He continued playing naively.

"Because if they grow up seeing their parents as lovers, they may develop unhealthy attitudes towards sex and intimacy. This can lead to problems later down the road, especially since many people don't understand that an incestuous relationship isn't always going to be good for the kids involved." She explained patiently.

"An incestuous relationship isn't always going to be good for the kids involved? What do you mean? I am not a kid anymore." He asked.

"I understand how this sounds, but there is always a chance it can be damaging to kids in the long run. The taboo surrounding incest is there for a reason. Not only are there potentially negative psychological effects, but there are also genetic risks. Kids who are born from incestuous relationships are at higher risk for genetic disorders and birth defects." She continued explaining to her son.

"Ok, I will wear condoms when I have sex with you, mom." He tried to push a bit more.

She giggled. "I don't think that's necessary. As a mother, I would never want my son to engage in such activity. Besides, I'm not interested in having an incestuous relationship with you. I want you to be happy, but I also want what's best for you, and that includes not engaging in something that could be potentially damaging."

"No, mom. You are not damaging me. You are taking care of me, if you an let me have sex with you. You know my dick is always up and ready every day..." He pushed a bit more.

"I'm glad to hear that you're excited, but I don't think it's a good idea for us to have a physical relationship. I'm trying to protect both of our reputations and keep our relationship professional. Remember, I'm your mom, not your lover." She explained to his son more.

"If you think some society could blame us, or damage our reputation, I am happy to keep it as our secret, just between you and me. Not even step dad." He promised.

"I would not be comfortable with that. As your mother, I'm responsible for setting boundaries and making sure you make healthy decisions. I know you think I'm being overprotective, but I'm just looking out for your best interest. Can we please change the topic?" She felt like she couldn't convince her son.

"But… But… Please mom… You are my best interest. I want you so badly." He plead.

"Well then let's talk about something else. How about we watch TV together? Or maybe play video games? Anything you'd like to do?" She said while blushing slightly "Maybe…" she looked away shyly. "We can try… a little bit more.. of cuddling too…"

"Cuddling? Cuddling is good. I haven't been cuddling with you for so long, mom. Thanks" He was happy with the last option.

"Okay! So what should we watch, when we cuddle? What kind of shows do you like?" Her face turned red again, embarrassed at the thought of cuddles. "Or movies?" She asked, hoping this time she didn't sound desperate.

"Can we just cuddle like this, mom? I just want to feel your embrace..." He didn't want to let go of his mom anymore.

"Of course, sweetie! Just relax here next to me!" She smiled softly as she wrapped her arm around him and pulled him close. "It feels nice, doesn't it?" She whispered quietly into his ear before kissing his cheek gently. "Now go ahead and snuggle up against me, ok?

"Thanks mom." He hugged her tightly, feeling her big breasts squeezing my chest. "Mmm..."