*Step* *Step*
The sound of steps echoed in the house, breaking the silence.
*Step*
A bare foot landed on the first step of the stairway, followed by the second. As the owner of the beautiful white foot, touched with a pink hue, ascended the stairway.
Approaching near a door, the person extended a hand—white and jade-like in its beauty—and opened it.
*Click*
The door opened, and a huge, messy room came into view. The wardrobe was open, with clothes spilling from it. Shoes, socks, and slippers were scattered—instead of being kept in the shoe rack—near the huge king-size bed, where someone was sleeping, covered in a blanket.
The only clean spot in the entire room was the corner with the table, holding a gamer's dream setup—huge monitors, a laptop, headphones, mics, and an ever-growing list of gear.
The person who had opened the door kept standing near the doorway for a while, gazing at the person sleeping under the blanket.
Only after a brief pause did the person move, walking to the window and moving the curtain aside, letting the sunlight spill.
*Swish*
The warm color of the sun shone, lighting up the room and revealing the face of the person—a beautiful, mature woman.
"Wake up, honey. It's morning already."
She turned toward the person sleeping under the blanket and cooed.
...
My mom's gentle voice echoed in the room, bringing me out of my sleep.
"Mmh," I groaned, shifting in the bed. "Just one more minute."
"You will be late, honey." She said gently as she pulled the blanket from my face, causing me to cover my eyes with my forearm. "Today's the first day of your 3rd semester. You wouldn't want to be late today. Would you?"
"Yes," I said dejectedly. My sweet holiday has now come to an end. And now, the hellish life of a college student is waiting for me with its arms wide open.
Just the thought of assignments, exams, and the upcoming torture was enough to make me groan.
"Ugh."
"Do you not want to go?" My mom asked, seeing me groaning.
"It's not that, Mom. Just... thinking about what is waiting for me now is sending chills down my spine." I replied, removing my forearm from my eyes.
"Is it?" My mom said with a smile. "Well, that's too bad, honey. You have to endure it."
"Yeah, I have to," I said absentmindedly, as I glanced at my mom.
Just seeing her caused my whole mind to go blank, as every thought that was in my mind disappeared.
Here she was, my mom, Vivienne Lancaster. With soft, silky, slightly wavy, long waist-length silver hair with faint smoky undertones, crimson wine-red eyes, pink lips, a beautiful curvy hourglass figure, and a face that is the most beautiful that I have ever witnessed.
She was wearing a knee-length satin nightshirt, with a few buttons open, causing her cleavage to come into view.
Just seeing her, like this, first thing in the morning while smiling at me, was enough to cause my heart to beat like I had run a marathon.
*Ba-dump* *Ba-dump*
"If you don't want to go. You don't have to, honey." My mom suddenly said, softly, misreading the way I continuously looked at her.
The love and worry in her voice hit me like a punch to my gut. Guilt washed over me. Here was my mom, worried about me—her son. And here was I, looking at her in a way a son never would at his mother.
I clenched my fist under the blanket and controlled my emotions from going haywire, and spoke up.
"Uh, no, it's not like that. I want to go. You don't have to worry, Mom."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Ok, then leave the bed already, or you will be late." She muttered, leaning in and planting a kiss on my forehead. Her bosom lightly touched my face as her sweet scent drifted into my nose.
"Good morning, honey."
"Good morning, Mom."
...
*shaaahhh*
Water was flowing freely through the tap and splashing into the sink.
"Ha...!"
I exhaled sharply as I lifted my eyes to look into the mirror. My face was drenched. Water dribbled from my skin, wetting my shirt and neck.
"Really," I said, looking at the reflection. But not to it, more to myself—disappointment clear in my voice.
I was hard. My erection was throbbing in my pajama.
'I am not doing.'
I thought, steeling myself and removing my T-shirt to take a bath.
But... the scent and the fleeting feeling of my mom's bosom touching my face, suddenly hit me, my cock throbbing more.
'I am not. I am not fucking—'
...
'I couldn't. I couldn't stop myself.'
*Sigh*
I sigh sharply, glancing at my reflection in the mirror. I couldn't stop myself. And the fact that I couldn't disappoints me more. The feeling of guilt eats me from the inside as the reality of what I just did moments ago hits me.
But even then, I know I will do this again, again and again. I will continue to grow disappointed in myself. The feeling of guilt will continue to eat me up from the inside. However, my feelings for my mom will never lessen. On the contrary, it will keep on growing, like always.
Knowing all this, I sigh once more before at last moving to wash up.
...
"Oh, who is this handsome boy?" My mom cooed as I entered the kitchen.
"Your son, Mom." I smiled. "Don't tell me you forgot me in a few minutes."
"How could I? When you are this handsome." My mom said with a smile, planting a kiss on my forehead and cheek. After which she served two plates of soft scrambled eggs and buttered toast, along with two glasses of iced coffee. "Now let's eat."
"Ok." I pulled out a chair for her as she sat down. After which I took my seat too, and we both began to eat in each other's company.
...
"Did you take everything?"
"Yes. You had already organized all the things, so I didn't really have to do much."
"Still, you should check it again. Just in case I forgot something."
"I checked it. Everything's good. And how could you—Ms. Lancaster—forget anything?"
"Don't need to flatter me. Mr. Adam Lancaster."
Right now, we were in the driveway, with me on my gorgeous black-colored with some touches of red Ducati Panigale V4, which my mom had bought for me on my birthday. I was wearing a light, breathable white linen shirt with rolled-up sleeves and black slim-fit chinos. An Adidas shoe, a quite expensive watch, and protective gloves were on me.
My mom was forcing me to wear all the protective gear, but I convinced her that I was going to drive safely and the college was not that far away, so a helmet and gloves were already good enough.
"You have enough money, right?" My mom asked. Dressed beautifully in the same color as me with a white lightweight blouse and black trousers, she was also ready to leave for her company.
"Yeah, Mom." I smiled at her. My mom was always like this, always caring about me, so I don't ever feel that something was lacking.
"If you need anything, just give me a call, okay?" She murmured before kissing me on my cheek. "And drive safely."
"I would have given you a call if I needed anything. But you have already taken care of all things, so I don't think I will even get a chance to call you."
"So you aren't going to call me?"
"I will. And it's not like I am not returning—"
But before I could complete my word, my mom clasped my face and spoke up, her crimson wine-red eyes staring into mine with an intensity that stole my breath.
"Don't say things like that!"
"...S-sorry."
Seeing my reaction, she calmed down and looked at me.
"Sorry for startling you. But don't say things like that, honey. You know, I just can't take it when it's about you getting hurt. Even if it's a joke." She said, her eyes still staring into mine, as her fingers rubbed my jaw in motherly affection. "I love you so much, Adam. You are the only one I have left."
I already knew this about her. But sometimes the words just slip out of the mouth.
"Sorry," I muttered, putting my gloved hands on hers.
"Don't worry about it."
"Hm, I will message you when I reach the college."
"Call me."
"Ok," I said, planting a kiss on her cheek. "Bye. I love you, Mom."
"I love you too, honey."
"Drive safely, okay?" My mom said as I started my bike.
"I will. You too." I replied, my voice coming out muffled due to the helmet I was wearing.