Chapter 23: A Mother’s Love
I follow Mom into the bathroom like a man walking to his execution, terrified, resigned, and somehow at peace all at once. The bathroom light flickers on, harsh fluorescents revealing the gleaming white tile and chrome fixtures. Mom’s fingers are still interlaced with mine, her grip firm and possessive as she leads me toward the shower.
"You reek of her," Mom says, her voice a mixture of disgust and determination. "I can smell that woman’s cunt all over you."
My cock twitches at her crude language. Mom notices immediately, her eyes dropping to the front of my jeans where my erection strains against the denim.
"Already hard for Mommy?" she purrs, reaching for the hem of her oversized t-shirt. "Let’s see if we can make you even harder."
In one fluid motion, she pulls the shirt over her head, exposing her perfect breasts. Her nipples are already stiff, pink peaks begging for attention. The cotton shorts follow, sliding down her legs to puddle at her feet, revealing her completely hairless pussy, glistening with obvious arousal.
"Your turn," she commands, crossing her arms beneath her breasts, pushing them up and together in a way that makes my mouth go dry.
I stand frozen, caught between desire and the last shreds of my conscience. Sabrina’s face flashes in my mind, her trusting green eyes, her shy smile, the way she curled against me after we had sex. But it’s fading, a photograph left too long in the sun, bleaching away under the intensity of Mom’s blue stare.
"Gabriel," Mom’s voice cuts through my hesitation. "Take. Off. Your. Clothes."
My hands move of their own accord, pulling my shirt over my head, unbuckling my belt with fumbling fingers. Each piece of clothing that falls to the floor feels like shedding another layer of resistance, another pretense that I could ever be normal.
When I’m finally naked before her, my cock jutting proudly from my body, Mom steps forward, her fingers tracing my chest with feather-light touches that leave fire in their wake.
"You’re perfect," she whispers, her eyes roaming over me with hungry appreciation. "Every inch of you is exactly as I made you."