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Gavin was finding it more and more difficult to contain or hide his attraction to his 42-year-old mother. He was ten going on eleven, but she babied him like he was half that, and he had no qualms with it. Her ancestral wealth and protectiveness of him made it so that schooling was a non-issue, as was her needing a job. They basically lived their lives as if on a perpetual vacation.
Nikki was a smart woman, too. Almost impossibly smart, especially from his eyes, as he didn’t understand how someone so immensely beautiful could not only be single for all her life but a borderline rocket scientist to boot. By comparison, Gavin felt like an outright dunce.
Fortunately, their loving friendship lent to an endless array of fun and playful memories, ones which they were continuing to make to this day.
Nikki’s liveliness, affability, and eagerness to indulge his ideas for fun activities was one of a plethora reasons why he loved her so much. And love-loved, not horny-loved. That she was tall—5’10” to his 4’7”—fit, insanely beautiful, had pale, smooth, virtually unblemished skin, and eyes that mesmerized him with every glance, all contributed to his attraction. She also had an unfaltering penchant for physical affections, and they seemed to have become more frequent these last few months.
Today, they had already had breakfast and finished lunch less than an hour ago. They often went out for food, Nikki driving him anywhere he wanted, but today they stayed inside, as it was looking rather cloudy out and the forecast called for rain.
Their house was a small mansion of sorts, a transitional modern two-story home with a generally open-floor plan, especially at ground level, complete with star features such as a screened-in patio with a clear view of a spacious backyard pool, a sunroom neighboring an extensive home gym, and upstairs three bedrooms, each with an ensuite bathroom, and an entertainment room.
The purpose of the third bedroom, which had a balcony overlooking the pool, had not convinced Gavin. According to his mother, it was for guests, which didn’t make sense considering neither of them had any friends or social lives outside of each other. Most boys would be driven crazy by that, but not Gavin. And certainly not Nikki.
“Ready to catch me, sweetie?” she asked, walking into the sunroom. Gavin perked up where he sat, on a comfortable gray chair facing away from the door. A matching couch was opposite him, with a round black coffee table between, and an identical chair to his far right. He turned his head and Nikki strolled up to the right armrest, then stooped over the back of the chair. He peered up, his view inverted, but when it came to Nikki any version was a vista.
Her stunning blue eyes held him like a cradle, even when her lids drooped down when she Eskimo-kissed him. She giggled, that hypnotizing smile mirroring his, while her mane of shoulder-length fiery orange hair shifted forward to tickle his face. Then Nikki stood, and took another step forward, no longer standing behind his right shoulder but directly against the armrest. Gavin found himself eyeing her up; she was wearing a sleeveless, cropped, V-neck crinkle shirt, its light beige coloration not far off from her own complexion. The fabric was especially snug, conforming to the shape of her small breasts and directing his attention to her fully exposed midriff.
Nikki kept in shape, especially for her age. Her stomach wasn’t just flat, it was subtly toned, but its smoothness was only a concept to him.
Below her stomach were a pair of fitted brown leather pants, riding incredibly low on her hips. Gavin found himself essentially eye-level with the space mere inches above her hidden crotch. Her pussy. Gavin struggled not to dwell on certain thoughts…
“Or have you already caught me, cutie?” Nikki giggled, looking down at him.
“You have to tag me first, don’t you?” he asked, a bit shyly. His shorts were short and composed of little more than mesh. His erections had become more frequent lately, adding to his difficulties. What made it ‘easier’ on him, in a puzzling way, was Nikki’s lack of concern about them. He had walked about or been standing in her company while his pants or shorts tented around a boner—and she has yet to acknowledge them.
“I thought I just did?” she smiled. Was she ever not smiling, to some degree or another?
Gavin gulped and shook his head. Then he touched his own nose. She nodded.
“That didn’t count. Do it again.”
“Hehe,” Nikki giggled. A sound he would never get tired of hearing, in her voice. She was of Irish and Scottish descent, but her accent was not incredibly strong. There was just a hint of it there, her Gaelic roots. Meanwhile, in her hair and eyes and skin, her ancestry was rich.
She stooped, holding back her hair, and brushed his nose with hers again. A few more passes than before, and punctuated by a moist plant of her lips on the tip of his nose. When she slowly withdrew, he squeaked out a tender “Mommy” that almost broke the air as a question than a statement.
“Yes, my darling?” she asked, with an iota of concern.
“I, I can’t play today. I, I’m sorry. I mean, maybe, maybe later?”
“Aww, but why, kiddo? I was really looking forward to it.”
Gavin was speechless. His heart was racing, and his cock was unforgivably hard. Her compassion toward him, and her lenience with his clothed boners as of late, almost convinced him that maybe she wouldn’t be upset if he…revealed it to her.
Inadvertently distracting himself, Gavin suddenly poked her tummy, at the base of her innie belly-button, and she let out a playful gasp.
“Did I really come from here?” he asked, looking up at her.
“You sure did, sweetheart.” She stroked his shallow red-orange hair.
“How is it so flat?”
“Well, I…you know Mommy keeps in shape.” There had been a brief hesitation there, as if she was trying to hide something. But Gavin didn’t catch on.
“You sure do,” he said, and his left hand opened up into a light caress of her tummy. “You’re so soft, too.”
Then his brow furrowed and his hand jerked away.
“I, I’m sorry.”
“For what, silly-bean?”
“T-Touching you.”
“Don’t be. We hug and nuzzle and cuddle, right?”
He nodded, wielding puppy-dog eyes but not intending to be strategic in any way.
“This is no different. If it makes you happy, you can touch Mommy anytime you want, cutie-pie. Okey-dokey?”
“R-Really? Does…Does that mean kisses, too? B-Because I really wanna kiss your tummy.”
“Hehe. Of course, sweetie.” She kept petting his hair, until his head loomed forward, hands on the armrest, and his whole face mushed against her stomach. His nose bent just above her navel, and his lips smeared saliva across her skin. He smooched it, loudly, and then his tongue dug into her belly-button, making Nikki gasp. She chuckled afterward, gently holding his head. “Funny boy.”
He looked up at her, but was pouting.
“I shouldn’t have. You’re just so soft and pretty, Mommy. Please, send me to my room where I can cause no further harm. Or embarrassment.”
Nikki scoffed. Then pouted herself. She lifted his chin with her right hand, and stooped to be eye-level with him.
“I don’t want to hear any of that, you understand, Gavin?” Her finger relinquished his chin and both hands lovingly cupped his face. “Sweetheart. Your love and affections could never harm Mommy. You are a special boy, of this I am certain. I just want to make you happy, baby. Do what makes you happy, okay? Do it with pride and joy, because you are my pride and joy.”
She smooched his mouth, an occurrence rare but not nonexistent between them, and then stood again, akimbo.
“Now. Ready to play tag?”
He sat up more rigidly than before.
“I love you and I’m grateful for how nice you are to me. But I just can’t! I love you too much and you’re too pretty and I just, I just can’t!”
“Honey, my goodness. I don’t understand. What’s wrong, why can’t you just play a game with your—”
Frustrated, with himself, but also oddly invigorated after her last monologue, Gavin suddenly sprang to his feet. On the seat cushion of the chair. His knees sank against the armrest as he tugged his waistband down. Four and a half inches of pubescent boy-cock bobbed free, dribbling pre-cum from its pronounced glans.
“How’s this for a reason, Mommy!?” Gavin exclaimed, and his hands immediately raised—not to grope her small breasts, but to slide into the back of her shirt, through the sleeveless openings. He essentially cupped her smooth, hairless armpits, thumbs gently kneading the alcoves.
Leaning forward, his head bowed a few inches below her chin, and he nuzzled her chest with his forehead.
“I am a disgrace! How contemptible you must find me!”
“No, no, my smart darling boy. Mommy loves you beyond your comprehension.” She cupped his face, lifting it. The compassion in her expression, and her oceanic gaze, melted him. “I did not realize I had such an effect on you. This is a bridge that must be cherished and nurtured into something that is more than brick or concrete. Make it a path over a river, one that you were considering leaping into out of shame. No, my baby boy, walk this bridge with your Mommy, hand in hand and nose to nose.”
She Eskimo-kissed him again.
“Will you, honey-bear? Will you be open and forward with your love? Your lust, even? I want to nourish your heart, all your wants and desires, your happiness. You mean so much to Mommy, my wittle miracle.”
Gavin was dumbstruck. His hips pumped forward, almost as if they had a brain of their own. His cock rode up her flat stomach, glans nestling into her navel for a brevity before springing out, and spewing more creamy clear pre-cum.
“Nourish me with your wuv, Mommy,” he whimpered, frowning.
“Any way you want, baby.” Nikki lifted his chin and smooched his mouth. It was a peck at first, albeit moister than ever before. But then she slowly opened his lips with her tongue, and within seconds Gavin was fervently motioning his own toward her. Their tongues clashed briefly, before she allowed his to investigate her own mouth; her teeth and gums, the frenulum beneath her tongue, her hard palate, and an eagerness that tried to go deeper.
Gavin pumped his hips again, thrusting up her stomach.
“You, y-you have to stop, Mommy, I, I’m gonna m-make such a, s-such a gooey mess!”
“Hehe. I’d love that. A physical indication of your love. And, think about it, sweetie. In your wittle balls swims the very DNA that binds us together.”
She gently cradled his high and tight, sensitive ballsack. His cock bobbed and pre-cum gushed onto her wrist. He let out a shrill whimper and his hands traveled to her small breasts, gripping them outside the fitted shirt, while his head bowed.
He knew that his father was nothing more than an anonymous donor that matched Nikki’s parameters eleven years ago. An Ireland native, healthy and educated, with no criminal history. Which, to Gavin, and evidently Nikki as she had stated over the years, meant next to nothing so far as his parentage went. Because she single-mothered him over the years, and there simply was nobody else.
“You’re all I have, Mommy,” he panted, “and all I’ll ever want! I wanna cum on you!”
“Aww, sweetheart. I feel the same way, baby. Please, Gavin, sweetie.”
She kissed his mouth again, and his knees lifted off the armrest. His cock pumped the height of her tummy, gliding up under a gap between her upper stomach and the crinkle shirt. Another lilting gasp and Gavin came, more than he ever had the last year and a half. An eruption up beneath her shirt, one that left thick, milky streams to cascade down her stomach.
While experiencing the high of his orgasm, which rattled him speechlessly, Gavin felt his mother’s soft hands cradle his face, then guide his slack-jawed mouth against her chest. There, he drooled, and Nikki relished every drop.
As above, so below.