It Isn't Right Anymore

She purred, loving the way he teased her. She could feel his hand reaching under her nightgown, slowly sliding up along her legs. It made her shiver with delight as he passed her bush but slid his hand higher still, finally cupping her breasts.

"Oh my… I am finally touching my mom's breasts. This is amazing. So big and so soft. How big are they?" He caresses her big breasts gently. This was what he always dreamed about.

"They're pretty large, son." she said breathlessly, arching her back slightly as he fondled her. They were perfect, just like her body. She felt they were just so perfect to her son's hands. She loved being touched by him, especially since he seemed to know just what buttons to push to make her squirm. "And very sensitive too," she added softly, moaning slightly at his gentle touches. She couldn't believe that he was actually doing this. "Mmm…" She cooed softly, enjoying every moment of being touched by him. It was such an incredible feeling, something that she'd never experienced before. She wasn't sure this was because of his touch or because of the feeling of breaking the taboo anymore.

"So nice...And so smooth." It was everything he ever wanted, every fantasy come true.

"Yes, yes, just like that," she murmured, her eyes closing in pleasure as he continued to play with her breasts. His touch felt wonderful, sending waves of pleasure through her.

"Can I take off your nightgown, mom?" He asked her gently, he doesn't want to force his mom to do anything she didn't want to do. She was the goddess in his eyes, perfect in every aspect. He wanted to be part of her again, to make her complete.

With a gentle sigh, she nodded her consent. She knew exactly what he wanted, and she couldn't resist giving him what he desired. Her heart was racing as she stood up from the bed, and gently slid it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the ground. She felt so exposed, but at the same time, it was the most incredible feeling in the world. She looked down at herself, admiring her son's reaction. Her skin tingled with anticipation as he reached for her again.

"You look amazing, mom!" The way he looked at her, admiringly, made her blush. He was truly an adorable young man, as he really did see her as beautiful beyond compare. And now here she stood almost naked before him, except her lace panties, the last cover on her private, completely vulnerable yet also incredibly sexy.

"Do you really think so?" her eyes twinkled as she felt his gaze rake over her body. She couldn't remember the last time someone had looked at her with such raw desire. She loved how excited he was, how much he wanted her. It made her feel alive, wanted beautiful and desirable.

"Yes, I do. Your body is just the artwork from the god. I can enjoy watching your body the whole day." He was looking at her like an artist admiring their own work. The thought sent shivers down her spine, making her tingle all over. He was staring at her like she was some sort of masterpiece.

She smiled happily.  "I am glad you think so! That means more than you know. Even I know this is not true. I am 42 years old after all. Cannot compare to young girlfriends around you anymore." She laughed lightly, reaching out to brush her hand across his cheek. He was just so sweet and innocent looking, and yet, he could see the fire burning deep inside him.

"I am not lying. You are a work of art, a masterpiece only I could appreciate. Stepdad must be blind. If I was him, I will be with you all day long." He seemed almost worshipful when he talked about her beauty.

She felt a surge of heat pooling between her thighs as he gazed at her with a hunger that she had never seen before. She never knew before that the look in his eye could make her feel like this... so desired.

"Well, I can't say I blame him. You do have excellent taste." Being adored by her son, having him admire her form and praise her beauty. It would definitely change things between them, but she wasn't sure if that's what she wanted right now. Since he stopped caressing her body, her sanity regained control of her body. Should She stop him right now, before it was too late?

Suddenly, he pushed her into the bed and then crawled towards her on his hands and knees. Her heart skipped a beat, as she couldn't help but wonder what he had planned next.

This was wrong…but it felt so good! She tried not to ignore the butterflies in her stomach before she lost in her lust again. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She knew this wasn't healthy, but there was something about being close to him that just drove her wild. And besides, if she didn't give into these urges soon, then who knows when they'd end up acting upon them?

She sighed as she realized that this wasn't going to end well, if she didn't do anything now. She didn't want to ruin the moment by bringing it up. She didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable or awkward. But she knew they had talked about it, she knew what he would do next. Now it was the last chance for her to stop the ultimate mistake. She took a deep breath, trying to gather her thoughts. She knew she had to say something right now, before it was too late. She cleared her throat, trying to sound strong and confident. "I want to be with you, son…but I can't…not like this. We can't continue like this…" She didn't even know how she was going to finish that sentence but hoped he'd understand what she meant.

He looked at her blankly, not understanding what she meant. He leaned forward, resting his forehead against hers. "What are you saying, mom?" After everything I wanted for her? There were so many questions running through his mind, but none of them made sense.

"It isn't right anymore...we both know that." She tried to hold onto some semblance of composure. "...and we should stop pretending otherwise." She paused briefly before continuing. " Please believe me...it isn't fair to either of us." She took a moment to gather her thoughts before answering. "But I still care deeply for you, son. More than anything else in life. I love you, son. I always have. But I can't be with you like this. It doesn't feel right…and I know we can't be together like this forever." She felt a lump growing in her throat, wishing so much that it could be different. Her eyes were pleading with him now, hoping that he'd see reason and agree with her.

"What do you mean it isn't fair to either of us?" He asked.

"It just isn't right..." She said softly, looking away again. She couldn't bear to look into his eyes right now. "I can't explain it, son. It just...is what it is. And we both deserve better than this. I know it's hard to hear...I know you love me and want to be with me. But this...it isn't healthy, and it's not what I want long-term. I cannot be with you like this."

"It isn't fair to you," she finally said, looking away from him. "And it definitely isn't fair to me."

"Why do you think this is not fair to me, mom? I want to be with you like this." He answered.

She sighed heavily, shaking her head slowly. "Because it would never work out, sweetie. You're my son, and there are certain boundaries that should never be crossed…" She paused again, trying to find the right words. "...even if they might seem possible sometimes."

"Why do you think this is not fair to you then, mom?" He continued.

"Because," she replied again, her voice wavering slightly, "because I love you. And I love my husband, your stepdad. And I can't choose between the two of you. It's not fair to either of us…to either of us." She looked down at her hands, unable to meet his gaze.