The Love Shared - S01 E02

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The Love Shared - S01 E02

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I was almost home, the day had seemed to drag it's heels right from the moment the first bell at school rang. I couldn't wait to get home and spend the weekend doing absolutely nothing. As well as a break from school, the weekend was also a break from the spy game. I didn't use my telescope at all during the weekend, as I needed a couple of days without blue balls and cold showers.

So the weekends were dedicated to doing whatever I wanted, whether that was hanging with friends or sitting in and parking my ass in my favourite chair in front of the TV to play some games. I walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table, Mom was in the middle of washing the dishes when she turned her head in my direction, "Hey sweetie, guess what?" she asked.

"What's up Mom." I replied, "I was talking to Pamela earlier, you know, who lives opposite? her tone was playful yet my gut was telling me that something bad was going to happen.

"Well she was saying that your school has a pretty big history test coming up, and apparently Faye is struggling with history. You know her daughter Faye right? Blonde girl who used to be a red head?" I could smell her sarcasm like I could smell the dogs turd stewing out in the garden whenever walked through the back door. "Yes, I know Faye." I replied.

"So I mentioned that you weren't doing anything this weekend and could probably go round and help her out. Like, tutor her or something." she said with a smile, such a cocky smile.

"Mom, I haven't finished Arkham yet and was hoping to this weekend." I told her. She looked a little confused by this for some reason, "Really? I thought all you did was star gaze through that telescope of yours." she answered.

"Your sarcasm is so thick you can cut it with a knife." I told her. I don't know what you mean, dear. Besides I can't do it, because I have to take Bobbie shopping tomorrow for some bra's." she said. "Bra's?" I said loudly, Mom turned back to look at me, "You know

that girls start to where them at her age, right?" "Christ," I replied, "That's all this house needs, another bag of hormones!"

She laughed a little, but then think she realised that Saturday night was going to be her latest attempt at getting some off of Dad. She certainly seemed to need it, since I said about the hormones she had been wiping the same glass up and down for about three minutes.

I got to my feet and slid my arms around her waist from behind, she puffed a sigh as I rested my head between her shoulder blades. She took off the washing gloves and ran her hands over mine, she then broke my grip and turned to face me, re-joining my hands at her lower back. She brushed my hair off of my forehead and looked into my eyes.

"I'm so glad I have you, Doc. You always know what want most, and yes sometimes, it is just a hug from the bay I love."

She wrapped her arms around the back of my neck and pulled me into her, her chin resting on top of my head and my face once again in her chest. Her shirt was unbuttoned down to just below her bra line. I could see right into her top, her blue laced bra supporting her ample sized breasts.

"Mom,' I started, "Don't take this the wrong way, but what size are you?" I asked. If there was ever going to be a time to talk to you Mother about breast sizes, this was going to be it. I wasn't sure what her reaction was as couldn't see her face, but she answered, "Thirty six D. why'd you ask?"

I thought for a moment about what the best possible answer was going to be, They're comfy." I said. It made her chuckle, "Well that's one for me then." she said.

I released my hands and keeping one hand at the base of her back I brought my other hand to her front, I reached up and cupped one of her breasts, I then gave it a slight squeeze.

'Feels good too." I said.

"That's two for me then." she said with a very serious tone. The laughter had gone from her voice, I wasn't sure if it was replaced by concern, fear or lust. All I knew was that I held firmly in my hand my Mothers breast and it felt good. It felt so good that my other hand dropped down a little to the small of her back, then a little more until it was resting on her buttocks.

I began feeling a rush of blood, it was draining my brain and filling my penis. It was also having an effect on my Mother, as she had brought one of her arms around and lifted my head by the chin, she slowly leaned forward staring into my eyes. As she got closer to my face her eyes closed, it happened so fast, and yet it was as if time had stopped. A day or so ago the only woman in my life that I wanted was Faye, but it all changed right there and then as Mom's lips touched mine. Her flowing brown hair faded as my eyes closed, all there was in that moment was the darkness and her lips.

They touched once, twice and for a third time before meeting for a longer period of time. Her mouth opened slightly and her warm tongue came forward, my grip on her breast tightened and she moaned into my mouth. Her hand held the back of my head while her other pulled open her shirt, my hand cupped her bra as she now had both hands on my head. Holding me in place as our tongues danced a very forbidden dance.

We heard the front door slam shut and broke away from one another, she turned around to face the sink as quickly sat back at the table, my erection was hurting as it pushed against the fabric of my trousers. It had somehow found a way out of my boxers and

it was desperate to escape the next wall of clothing too. Bobbie walked into the kitchen and dumped her coat down onto the table, her bag quickly followed.

"Hey honey, how was your day? Morn asked her before clearing her throat, "Sucked, a boy slapped me on the burn and it hurt. It still feels painful now." she said.

"Oh dear, let me see," Mom sald finishing the buttons on her top and turning around.

Bobbie turned to face me as she pulled down the back of her trousers to show Mom, "Oh no, Bobbie, that looks sore!" said Mom sympathetically, "Show Doc." she said.

I didn't want to see it, but Bobble seemed to be in the mood where she wanted sympathy from everyone, even me, and that meant playing the hurt victim. She walked over to me wearing a pair of puppy dog eyes and turned around, leaning forward slightly whilst still holding down her trousers to reveal her buttocks.

There was a glowing red hand mark on the right hand cheek, "Jesus Christ Bobbie, whoever that kid is he has quite a swing on him." I told her. She pulled her trousers up and just stood for a moment, revelling in the fact she was centre of attention.

"Why don't you go upstairs and get some air to it, I'll come and run you a cool bath." I told her. I didn't get to be a decent big brother often, but when I did I nailed it. Plus, I was in a pretty good mood. She smiled and ran upstairs as I looked at Mom, she was staring at me right back and as I got up from the chair and took a step toward her, Bobbie shouted from the top of the stairs, "Come on then Doc!" she yelled.

My previous thoughts about my family being boring was wrong, hugely wrong. The new term I would use to describe my family was fucked up. God fucking knows what kind of relationship I was having with my mother, as I headed towards the stairs the only thing on my mind was kissing Mom again. It wasn't a healthy way for either of us to deal with our hormones, but neither one of us seemed to want to hold back and put a stop to it.

As I reached the top of the stairs, my little sister was outside the bathroom door and stripping right in front of me. I moved passed her and into the bathroom, twisting the taps on and tossing in a bath bomb, Bobbie came to my side and I realised Mon was right, Bobbie needed a fucking bra. She had these small puffy tits, with tiny pink nipples standing at attention. She stood next to me as I ran my hands around in the water, keeping an eye on the temperature to make sure it wasn't too cold. Her hands rested on the edge of the bath and arms were straight, pushing her small puffy boobs together as she watched my hands play around with the water.

I flicked her in the face and she winced, but followed it with a smile, she tried to get me back but was too quick and just grabbed her, lifting her up and slinging her over my shoulder. Her hand-printed ass next to my face as I lightly smacked her other cheek before dumping her down into the water.