Oliver shook his head in response, and with a small grin, he spoke. "I'm just trying to make sure that I remember every single detail about you. So that if someday we are separated from one another, I won't forget how you look."
Those words made Mia's heart skip a beat, and a slight hint of pain flashed across her face. She didn't expect such a serious answer coming from him, yet there it was. It left her feeling a little speechless and unsure what to say next.
"By the way, I thought you were having fun with Henry at the beach house. Why did you come looking for me?" Oliver asked when he noticed that she had remained silent.
Hearing his question, Mia again felt a pang in her chest as if there was some invisible barrier between them. A barrier that started forming out of nowhere and prevented her from being as close to her son as she used to be.
Yes, there was still lust and passion between them, but something was lacking, missing even. A piece that seemed to disappear bit by bit every day without either of them realizing it.
"What do you mean by why? Do I need to have a reason to find my son and spend time with him?" Mia countered with an irritated expression before a thought crossed her mind. 'Why did he ask about me having fun with Henry? He never really minded before?'
The more she dwelled on it, the more she realized that for some reason, things seemed to be changing between her and Oliver.
It could be the result of several different factors. For one, maybe it was because she didn't sleep with Oliver as much as before. Or could it be because she was too absorbed in the sex she had with others?
In that instant, the reality of the situation hit her hard as a wave of emotions crashed down on her. Her throat tightened, and her heart rate spiked to dangerous levels.
Her breath became rapid, shallow, and rapid again as she tried to fight back the urge to cry. She bit her lip, drawing blood while tears threatened to escape her eyes.
Mia knew that it wasn't just sexual contact that she needed with Oliver but emotional intimacy too. Something that she was losing as days went by and she kept indulging in sex with other males.
It wasn't the same before, but now the feeling of not being close enough with her son became too obvious to her.
When Oliver saw that she appeared distressed, he frowned and said, "Hey, what's wrong? Why are you sad all of a sudden?"
Without warning, Mia closed the distance between them and grabbed his face between her hands before pulling him in for a deep kiss. She tried to put every bit of love and longing into it.
Their tongues tangled together as their lips molded against one another. Oliver didn't understand what prompted his mother to do this, but he accepted it all the same as his hand slipped down to cup her ass cheeks, giving them a firm squeeze.
They made out for a whole minute before breaking the kiss, a string of saliva hanging between them.
However, instead of saying anything after, Mia wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head on his shoulder. She pressed her soft breasts against his body and closed her eyes.
Oliver couldn't understand what was going through his mother's mind right then, but he hugged her back and patted her back in comfort.
"Is there anything bothering you, Mom?"
After some silence, Mia took a deep breath and spoke in a soft voice. "Nothing is wrong. I'm just happy to be with my son..."
She knew that if she said what she really thought, she would make things even worse between them. It was obvious enough to Mia that Oliver didn't realize what was happening and didn't notice how they were drifting apart.
Even though it wasn't intentional on either one's part, that didn't mean they weren't being affected by their constant sexual activities with other people.
They both were addicted to having sex with multiple people, so much so that it became the norm for them. Something that was out of the norm for a lot of people in general but had become an ordinary part of their lives.
However, this is where things start getting tricky. They didn't notice it yet, but both of them were starting to see each other as just another person that they fucked, not the special bond of mother and son that they had.
This change might have been slight at first, but if it continued as it did now, it wouldn't be surprised to see both of them losing all the emotions they had for each other.
The intimacy, love, and connection that were built over years would all disappear because of their continuous sexual encounters with others, replacing them with indifference.
And once that happens, the damage won't be reversible. There would be no coming back from it, ever.
To Mia, this possibility terrified her beyond imagination. To lose the bond she shared with Oliver forever would be unbearable.
Therefore, she had to do everything in her power to prevent that from happening.
In fact, it wasn't something hard for her to do, either. She just needed to focus on Oliver and their relationship instead of throwing herself into meaningless sex all the time.
"Is that so? If there's nothing wrong, then it's fine," Oliver spoke, letting out a sigh of relief. "Seeing you about to cry worried me a bit."
His words made Mia smile despite herself. 'Ah... he is still concerned about me. Looks like things aren't as bad as I thought.'
The only thing left was for Mia to ensure that things stay that way. So after giving her son a peck on the lips, she took his hand into hers and looked deep into his eyes.
"Hey, Oliver..."
"Hm? What is it?" Oliver asked with a curious expression on his face.
Without looking away from his eyes, Mia questioned in a firm voice, "Do you love your mom?"
"Of course. Why do you even have to ask?" he responded instantly without any hesitation.
She smirked and raised his hand, putting it against her cheek as she leaned into his touch and let out a sigh of contentment.
"I'm happy to hear that, darling. Because I love you so much too..." Mia replied, smiling tenderly at him. "That's why you must remember this moment when I tell you that you are the most special person in the world to me. No one else matters more than you, not even your father. There's no one else who can take your place in my heart. Never forget that."
Those words warmed Oliver's heart as his love for his mother deepened. The love he had for her was stronger than any other emotion he had ever felt before, even stronger than any desire that drove him wild with lust.
It was this moment when that slight feeling of discomfort Oliver had vanished into thin air. His mind became clear, and his heart beat faster with a surge of love.
"I understand. I love you too, Mom. So much so that I would do anything for you."
Mia grinned at his words. Then she put her arms around his neck once more and pulled him towards her, pressing her soft, smooth lips against his. "Me too. I would do anything for you."
They kissed again as passionately as possible with no limits whatsoever. It felt so good that they didn't notice when a strong gust of wind appeared out of nowhere.
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