A Gift From Mom – Chapter 6

(incest adult stories) A Gift From Mom – Chapter 6

6. Saturday morning and reality is back.

He could barely open his eyes at first Saturday morning. The hangover from the night before caused a haze. He squinted and saw her across the room.

“Happy birthday, Billy.”

‘Good, at least she’s smiling’, he told himself.

The vague memory formed more and more, and his boxers grew as it did. Had they really done that? He saw her drift about the room in her work out clothes. She was about to leave.

“Hey.” His voice was strained. “I should go, too.”

He sat up, and she came around to his side of the bed.

“Catch up with me over there. I’m going on ahead.” She gave a quick smile and pecked his cheek.

“You alright?” He couldn’t help sounding worried.

“Oh yeah, sure.” She nodded reassuringly as she backed to the door. She paused and then returned to the bedside.

She bent to him and looked to his eyes, caring.

“Everything’s alright. We just can’t let something like that happen again. That’s all.” She patted his bare, exposed chest. “Just so you know. …I’m not saying I regret it. We shared it. It stays between us. But, no more. We just can’t.”

She started backing to the door, and he stammered out to her.

“Wait. Don’t say that.” He pulled himself up, but she went out the door. He grimaced and looked around for shorts and a t-shirt. He needed that work out.

It only took minutes and he was out the door. He refused to accept what she was saying. There was just no way he’d be able to stand it that night if they couldn’t go further. No way.

He stumbled into the gym area, and she was on an elliptical machine. She saw him right off, and a big smile radiated on her face. He took a machine beside her.

Billy struggled with the cardio for a bit, and then left the machine. The effect of the previous night’s alcohol weighed on him. Patty shot a dismissive glance his way, but he went on to the weights anyway.

He glimpsed back at her, and she was watching him head across the room. He liked finding her keeping up with him as he walked away. He took that as a positive.

She definitely looked appealing, even if she was hung over. She had her thick, brown hair pulled back, and her eyes were still piercing. Her body was certainly in good shape, as the black shorts and white tee attested.

Clearly, she took good care of herself. Billy thought this over as he whipped through a few sets of weights. He wanted to check how she was, and when he looked up to her, he was a little taken aback.

An older guy with salt and pepper hair had saddled right up next to her, and he seemed to be trying to get a conversation going. Patty barely acknowledged him, and then abruptly cut her cardio off.

She gave a brief polite smile to the guy, and then walked away. She came straight over to Billy, where he finished one more set of presses. She stood close to him.

“Hey.” She held his look for an extended time.

“Everything alright?” Billy didn’t want to sound jealous, but he was also going to be protective.

“Oh, yeah. Absolutely.” Patty nodded. “He was just being nice.”

“Okay. Only checking.”

“Yeah?” She grinned mischievously at him.

“Yep.”

She stretched her arms high over her head and gave a yawn, and the effect was to lift her chest distinctly. When her arms came back down, he noticed two pointy spots at her chest, and the damp t-shirt clung to her.

When he looked back to her eyes, it was apparent she had caught his surveying her pointy chest. He expected she would fold her arms. Instead, her hands went to her hips. She just let him stare. He did gaze once more.

He looked back up and she was giving a small shake of her head.

“Want to grab a sandwich?” Her words were playful.

“Yeah, sure.”

They left the gym, and she led them to a small sandwich place not far from the beach bar. He noted a brisk pace from her.

She got them a table, and she teased him.

“We need to get back to the bar tonight, and have you catch up with Angie.”

“Nah. No thanks.”

“She likes you, Billy. You should go for it.”

“Not at all interested. Really.”

They placed their orders and she drew close to look at him directly.

“Billy, last night was last night. Like I said, nothing else can happen. … I’m your mother.”

“Hey, just think of me as a young man.”

“I think of you as my son. And, you should think of me as your mother. C’mon.”

“I think of you as a very attractive and fun woman that I love being around.”

She kept her eyes on him and held a serious expression. He wondered if she was getting angry with him. He spoke again trying to help.

“I’m looking forward to seeing what you wear to dinner tonight.”

She sighed, acting frustrated like she wasn’t getting anywhere with him. He only relaxed after she broke into a smirk to act a little less intense at the moment.

“Well, I’m wearing jeans and an old shirt tonight. Definitely not attractive.” She fixed her jaw like she was pretending to be tough.

“I’m sure it’ll look great. …On you.”

“Stop it.”

She ate quickly and was ready to go. She left so fast he almost wasn’t finished. He sensed her getting distant.

“Let’s hit the beach.”

He agreed. “Okay.”

It seemed Billy struggled to keep up with her. She pulled her swimsuit and a wrap from her suitcase, disappeared into the bathroom, and emerged not long afterwards.

She glanced to him, and then was opening the door to leave. He followed her out the door. They had taken just a couple of steps down the hall when he tugged at her arm to stop.

He turned her to face him point blank.

“What has gotten into you? Why are you in such a rush today?”

Her eyes darted back and forth up at his. Then, they peered at his mouth and back up. She opened her mouth but the words came haltingly.

“Billy, I don’t think you …understand.” She looked past him down the hall to consider what exactly to say and then back to him. “This just isn’t easy for me.”

He paused and absorbed this. He relished how she suddenly appeared vulnerable to him. Her face was open and her eyes wide.

He reached to a stray hair near her eyes and tucked it away for her.

“I understand. Just relax. Everything’s okay. You know?”

She turned and led them again forward. He walked along with her. ‘She’s torn. That’s what it is. Perfect.’ He hated her being conflicted, but was ecstatic that this meant he still had a chance.

They trudged onto the sand outside and they found a spot under an umbrella. The breeze was hot but passed often. It was sunny, and he put their belongings next to the chairs.

She sat on her lounge chair without taking off her thin, yellow wrap. She didn’t sit back and relax, and she didn’t act like she was heading to the beach. He tossed their towels on his own chair and then faced the ocean. He walked towards the surf and left her alone to settle down.

The water was gorgeous, and the waves crashed into white spray that was perfect. He waded in and liked that the water wasn’t that cold at all. It felt great.

He ventured out to about waist level. He slowly turned hoping he’d see her following out. Instead, she was standing back at their chairs. She self-consciously slipped off her wrap, and he could see her white bikini. He fought the impulse to run back.

He kept his gaze there and sunk to his neck in the refreshing surf. The water churned around him, leaving him rejuvenated. Between the driving the day before and the morning’s workout, whatever soreness he had was washing right away.

He could only stand a couple of minutes before he was making his way back. He splashed out of the water and plodded towards her. The warm air was drying him quickly, but his trunks stayed wrapped on him like a second skin.

Drawing closer to her, his mouth fell open. She had laid onto her stomach on the chair and her arms and legs draped lazily apart. The white strips for her top and bottom surprised him. He had never seen her wear something so revealing on a vacation. It hit him that she must have planned ahead to bring this suit.

He plopped onto his chair and she didn’t face or acknowledge him. They were under the cover of the umbrella, but he grabbed the sunscreen anyway. He considered her sprawled in her chair, and then he stood.

He set one foot close to the side of her chair and then he brought his other foot over the chair. When both feet were planted, he squirted lotion into his hands. He rubbed his hands and then bent.

He lightly touched his palms to her back at first, and it was a good thing. She jumped a bit in her chair. She exhaled and relaxed, and he started the slow spreading of the screen.

Several times his hands wiped over her back. He was careful to catch her sides. His hands stayed over the waist of the bottom of her suit, but his eyes bore into the tight round butt that was right under him.

He efficiently lined her legs as well. They were as sleek as they could have possibly been, and they responded pliably with each move to them he made. He covered every bit of uncovered surface of her back.

“Let’s do your front.”

Her reaction was instant. Her head lifted from her chair and stared straight ahead at first. She didn’t say a word though. Her mind no doubt pondered.

He stood over the chair with a leg on each side, looking down at her maneuver. Her arms propped her torso up, and then she was turning. As her shoulders and head rotated to look straight up at him, the rest of her unfolded and shifted in turn.

Once flat on her back, her breasts shook naturally and settled. He couldn’t help but lock onto them. Even with her sunglasses on, it was obvious she was watching him take her in. His blood ran feverishly, as he saw the hint of dark circles in her top. The familiar protrusions pushed the top of the bikini, and Billy felt himself swell.

Her face tilted. Not a lot, but distinctly. Her sunglasses no longer faced his eyes, but rather found his trunks. Her attention made matters worse for him, and he could tell he grew there more.

He squeezed more screen and bent at his waist. He touched dabs to her face and traced it completely. He felt emboldened. His first two fingers on his right hand smeared the lotion over both cheeks and he took his time.

He paused very briefly and then put more lotion to his fingers. This time his fingers went to her chin. He drew two lines on her chin and below her mouth, and then the fingers came almost to a stop.

In a very slow move, he brought his fingers to her lower lip. He let them linger, and then he pulled his fingers along her lower lip. Her lips indented under the tips of his fingers, and he gradually traced from the lower lip to her top lip and back again. Her mouth opened slightly.

For a second he dangled his fingers upon her lip. Then they moved back over her chin. As they went over her neck, there was a heavy sigh from her and she flinched. Her chest rose and fell right below him. Her nipples stood poking against the bikini top.

He restrained himself and stayed away from the cloth of the top, but he vigorously worked the screen over her chest where there wasn’t fabric. He was leaving her chest and dabbing her stomach when she half-whispered aloud. Her voice was thick.

“You’re very bad.”

He barely grinned and kept going.

More squirts of the lotion and his hands were flat against her stomach. He was incredibly impressed with her muscle tone. Her body fat had to be very low, given how lean and taut her skin felt in his hands.

He was covering her exposed stomach, when he added to her sentiment.

“You mean like last night, huh?”

His expression didn’t really change, and she was quick to reply.

“Last night… .” Her voice trailed off where her thoughts were clearly back on what happened.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” He said it more as a taunt than a question. He loved doing that, he realized.

Another heavy sigh from her. “Yeah. I did actually.”

He brought his hands up to put more lotion on them and her face tilted to see where they had gone.

A couple of sprays by him and they were barely on her skin again. He drug them over the exposed area beneath her stomach but above her bikini there. The skin was velvety smooth.

His hands just slipped over her tender surface. He saw little goose bumps dot her. His hands drifted right at the edge of her bright white bikini bottoms, and Billy marveled at them.

There was the smallest of triangles squarely between her hips. Her mound was swollen. A couple of more swipes of his hands at the cloth’s edge and he saw a reaction. Her legs relaxed to become more open, and it emboldened him.

The next stroke of his hand came from her far hip and towards him, and when it did, he let two long fingers disappear into her bikini bottom. He pulled his hand slowly across, and the feel of her pubic hair and mound was exquisite.

“Ooohhh,” she groaned and flinched.

Her legs closed and opened again, and when they did, he spied a dark oval spot precisely at the crotch of the bikini where moisture had seeped.

“Stop it.” She looked about anxiously. “There’s people around, Billy.”

“Okay.” He smirked.

Her head fell back onto the chair and she panted openly.

He rubbed down her legs, but stayed on the safer areas this time. He didn’t linger and was soon moving to his own chair.

She moaned, apparently still affected. “You’re very good with your hands.”

“I’ve had tons of practice, I guess. That’s all Allison and I ever did.”

He reclined back to lay on his back. He left the lotion on her own chair.

“A lot, huh?” Her tone was ragged as she struggled to sit up.

“No, I mean literally. That is ALL we ever did.” He looked at her with his eyes arched upward. He was being very candid.

“I’m not following you.” She moved from her own chair and sat on the side of his.

“Um, when we… fooled around, that’s what we did.”

“With your hands, you mean?”

“Yeah. And, I mean that that’s as far as we ever went.”

“Right. Um, you guys were together for years. That’s the only girl you ever really dated. There was more to it than that.”

He stared blankly at her and his face went back and forth.

Her eyes roamed up the beach as she processed what he was saying.

“Wait a minute. What?”

“It’s something I hate admitting. It’s incredibly embarrassing.” He looked around and made sure no one was within ear shot before he continued.

“Even though we went out for three years, Allison and I never had intercourse. We fooled around in other ways, but we didn’t do that. She was absolutely determined to wait till she was married.”

Patty’s mouth fell open.

“So, you’ve never… .” Her voice was thin.

He grimaced hard at it being put that way.

“We did some things. We had fun. We just… didn’t… do that.”

She silently nodded.

He looked all about except at her face, clearly embarrassed.

“Billy, look it’s okay. You know, sometime it’ll… .” She was starting to say it would eventually happen for him when he interrupted her.

“Tonight. It was supposed to happen tonight.” He said it directly to her and she froze. “The night of my twenty-first birthday at my favorite place, the beach. That was what was supposed to happen.”

Patty recoiled.

They stared at one another.

She broke their gaze, casting her eyes down at the sand. She appeared to contemplate what she wanted to say next, and then her words were muted.

“I still can’t believe you wanted me to come down here.” Her head went from side to side slowly.

“Of course, I would.”

She peered up closely at him.

He spoke deliberately. “You’re gorgeous, you’re very special, and I love you.”

A grin spread across her face, and she bent her face to his.

“I love you, too.”

She kissed him softly and held it there. When she pulled away, she still eyed him.

She was only still a second and then she was rising to stand.

“I’m going in the water.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Everything alright?”

“Uh huh.” She nodded quickly.

He watched her tight butt shift right and left as she went to the surf.

They swam, walked some on the beach, and hung out at their chairs, but there wasn’t much talking.

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