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Eddie turned twelve not two months ago. Unbeknownst to his mom, he had developed physical and emotional—more than the inherent familial love—feelings for her nearly a year prior. They were only more loud-and-proud now, less abashed. Eddie wasn’t a brash kid, though, and still extremely naïve.
Whenever they went to dinner, or just sat on the couch to watch a movie, she would ‘catch’ him periodically glance at her chest. Even when she wasn’t wearing anything low-cut, the size of her bosom was still impossible to avoid in snug attire.
Realizing that he never seemed to acknowledge his ‘male gaze’ as a violation or, if nothing else, awkward, only amused her. She found it adorable, and would be lying if she claimed it wasn’t flattering.
Today they ate at home, albeit a little late in the evening. Her work days had become longer than usual, these last two weeks. Which only made her more attentive on spending time with her son.
After dinner, which was pretty quiet and uneventful—Grace even noticed Eddie’s reduced interest in her chest—he asked if he could help with the dishes. She thanked him but said no. He scampered upstairs. After she finished cleaning up, Grace took a deep breath and headed for the staircase. She passed Eddie’s room en route to hers; his door was open.
“Mommy?”
His kind voice, and the sensitive inflection, made her heart flutter softly. She backpedaled and hugged the door jamb, which bisected her breasts. Not that the white button-down shirt was very flattering to begin with.
“Yes, darling?”
He was lying on his bed, stomach down. In a T-shirt and flimsy gym shorts. A handheld gaming device in his clutches.
“Are you okay?” He asked, concernedly.
“Yes, sweetheart. Why do you ask?”
He shrugged.
She could see the genuine worry on his cute face. She sighed and looked away, down the hall. He had already diverted his own gaze.
“I’ll be right back, dear. And we can talk. ‘K?”
He flashed a brief smile, nodded, and then returned his attention to the game. She smiled, too, and proceeded down the hall. In her bedroom, Grace ditched the white shirt, which she had worn all day at work, albeit under a blazer she never wore at home. She swapped the black slacks for blue jeans, the full-coverage matte black bra for a skimpier white push-up, and in the white shirt’s stead, a snug blue T-shirt with a liberal U-neck.
Eddie was sitting with his back to the headboard when his mom returned. He tucked his legs in, pretzel-style, as she entered. His gym shorts were inherently short, but now no better than boxers. He performed an unintentional double-take when he noticed a pronounced bounce to her breasts, and her change of attire.
Grace sat on his bed, her right leg bent at the knee but her left extended, foot on the floor.
“I didn’t interrupt your game, did I, sweetie?”
He shook his head. “I’d sooner talk to you than play a game, Mommy.”
“Aww.” She scooted closer. His eyes flickered at her tits, which bounced with this motion. Her eyes never left his face, even when his deviated. Which wasn’t to say that Eddie didn’t adore Grace’s face, either; it was almost bewilderingly beautiful, and he relished long stares in her rich brown eyes.
“What did you want to talk about?” He asked.
“Well, frankly, I guess I haven’t been as ‘okay’ as I said I was.”
He pouted. “But why?”
“Work, I suppose. It’s immensely boring, the work is drab, and my colleagues…ugh. Some of them aren’t so bad, others are hard to stomach.”
“I wish I could help.”
She scoffed, laughed softly, and then scooted even closer. Her right knee was a couple of inches from his left.
“Oh, but baby, you do. Just by being you, and spending time with Mommy. It makes the job worthwhile.”
He smiled a little, but it was still tarnished by concern.
“Is it…your, you know…” He shrugged.
Grace didn’t follow. “My what?” She asked, smiling out of sheer curiosity, and his sudden bout of timidity.
“Dating life?”
“Oh, no. Not at all.”
He shrugged again. “Maybe you could find someone at your job.”
Grace nearly reeled back in laughter.
“No, Eddie, baby, God no. Half the men there are as mundane as the job itself. And the others are boorish, to say the least.”
“Boar-ish?” Eddie said, spiking an eyebrow in confusion.
She nodded.
“Like this?” Eddie planted both fists against his cheeks, wrinkled his nose, and then stuck his thumbs up, but curled them slightly. Then he bared his teeth and made huffing sounds.
It took his mom two to three seconds longer than it should’ve to get the joke. Then she snickered.
“Right. Boar-ish. Hehe. Not the same thing, but I suppose, not that different, either.”
He just maintained the pose and started snorting.
Grace giggled. “If you’re a boar, what does that make me, huh? A piggy-wiggy?”
She used his thumb to upend her nose and then made oinking sounds.
Subconsciously, Eddie didn’t know whether this should turn him on or make him laugh. So it kind of did both.
After a brief fit of laughter, his hands fell from his face and he shook his head.
“No, no, if you’re any farm animal, you’re definitely a cow,” he said, still chuckling.
Grace stopped the charade and recoiled a little, despite a lopsided smirk on her face.
“And why’s that, mister?”
“‘Cause of these, silly!” Eddie’s hands latched onto her breasts, each thumb sinking into the bare meat of her cleavage, and he squeezed them. She half-expected him to make honking sounds, or if nothing else moo, but he did neither. He just chuckled and ogled her cleavage while repeatedly squeezing her tits.
Grace scoffed, but couldn’t repress a laugh. Deep down, she enjoyed how his small hands ardently held her.
“I guess you’re not wrong, darling,” she admitted. “But you’re definitely no boar. You’re too cute, too sweet to be boar-ish.”
“Oh, tell me, tell me!” He said excitedly, acting half his age as he so often did with her. His hands swept up to her shoulders, and he rose to his knees, hobbling on them, toward her. He stopped as close as he could go, between her right foot and crotch. The scant gym shorts had tented around a small yet stubborn erection, one she had not noticed until now; and only now it became apparent because she felt it—nestled into her cleavage.
He peered down at her, his hands now cradling her face. She let her head tilt back a little, eyes up at him. It was one of the only times either of them had this perspective. But before now, she had not experienced such tender intimacy from him. Especially marked by his arousal.
She thought she could feel a dampness and warmth between her breasts.
“Tell me, Mommy,” he said, still chipper but a little more subdued now. His gaze didn’t deviate from hers. For a moment she didn’t speak, a little enrapt by his fixation on her eyes, his cute hands on her face, and his cock nestled in her tits. Then he pouted and said: “If you’re a cow—” thrusting into her cleavage, punctually, “—then what does that make me?”
She smiled. “A sweet, darling calf.”
“Mommy,” he practically whispered, and shuddered, palpably, against her. He thrusted again, only to sit down onto his heels, and hug her, nuzzling Grace’s neck.
“What’s wrong, baby?” She said, cradling his head and petting his hair.
“I just want you to be happy…I wish your job wasn’t so boring.” He spoke with a somewhat muffled tone, his face buried between her neck and shoulders.
“Aww, sweetheart. I am happy. As long as I’m with you.”
He picked his head up. “Really? ‘Cause me, too.”
She cupped his face, smiled, and then kissed him. On the lips. Their noses mushed momentarily. It was just lips, but it lasted several long seconds. When they parted, it was entirely her decision, and then she hugged him again. The phone rang, jarringly, startling them both.
Grace giggled it off, and then he did, too.
Her expression of joy and tenderness dissolved into displeasure. She sighed and slinked away from him.
“I better get that.”
She dismounted the bed and he ogled her butt in denim as she walked out of the room. She hung a left, down the hall, into her room, and snatched the smartphone from her nightstand. She answered it.
Eddie avoided eavesdropping. Besides, he suddenly had to pee really bad.