Mommy knows best

Chapter 28

Alex’s POV

I suddenly realised I had been staring at Mom’s body for quite a while, and when I looked into her eyes, she was looking straight back at me, and I could tell she knew that I had been ogling her body. My face reddened, as I realised I had been caught out, but mum just smiled at me and asked how she could help me.

"Ummm ... I ... I need a towel to dry off," I stuttered.

"Help yourself, dear." Mum said cheerfully, as though what was happening was a perfectly normal, everyday occurrence. It was a normal everyday occurrence…for heaven’s sake I had f****d my step-mom countless number of times and even f****d her with Gordon.

But seeing that way today, I mean seeing her handle the old woman today made me feel even more aroused because she was in control. Every time we played it seemed like I was the one in control, however today I felt like I needed to play act a little.

“How about we turn the tables slightly today?” I asked and I saw as her eyes brightened up at the suggestion.

I took a clean towel from the shelf, and was about to leave, when I heard mum say "Can I help you with anything else dear?" I turned to look at her, and I realised she was staring at my c**k! I looked down and suddenly realised that staring at my mum's body had given me a full erection, with the purple head poking out of my foreskin, and a large dollop of pre-come on the tip. Now utterly embarrassed, I covered my manhood with the towel and stammered "N..n..no thanks ... I'm f..f..fine," before quickly turning and rushing out of the bathroom.

I knew that it was an overkill…the stammer was…but getting into the submissive role after such a long time was so great.

I ran into my bedroom and shut the door, acting like that my head was spinning with what I had just witnessed. I had been attracted to my mum for a while, but I never thought I would get the opportunity to see her naked. I dried myself off with the towel, and then lay down on my bed to collect my thoughts. Just then, I heard my mum come out of the bathroom. As she passed my bedroom door she said "I'm just going to make a cup of tea, would you like one, dear?"

"Umm ... Yes please mum; that would be great." I replied.

I heard her footsteps on the stairs as she went down to make the tea. I couldn't stop thinking about what I had just seen, and images of my mum's beautiful t**s and p***y filled my head. Without really thinking about what I was doing, my hand moved to my c**k and I began to slowly stroke it up and down.

Even so, I couldn't get the images of her full breasts and luscious p***y lips out of my head, and I gripped my tool more forcefully and wanked myself off with long slow strokes. I had my eyes closed as I replayed the scene in my head, stroking my c**k a little faster.

After a minute or so I opened my eyes and got the shock of my life - mum was watching me from the doorway! I was so engrossed that I hadn't heard her coming up the stairs. We both stared at each other for a few seconds, before I blurted out "Oh god, mum, I'm so sorry."

Mum looked shocked at first, but then she slowly smiled at me. "It's OK dear, you don't need to apologise," she said.

I'm not sure why, but I didn't try to cover myself up, and as I looked at her, I noticed she was still staring at my c**k. The fact that she wasn't making any attempt to leave the room had me wondering whether she was becoming physically attracted to me in the same way that I was with her. I decided to test her reaction.

I started slowly stroking up and down on my hard d**k, while at the same time studying my mother's reaction. Her expression changed - her mouth now slightly open - but I couldn't work out whether it was from disgust or lust. She didn't say anything for several seconds, but then she swallowed hard, and I knew I was exciting her. It must have been only a few seconds later (but it seemed like a lifetime) when mum finally tore her gaze away from my groin. She looked me in the eye, smiled radiantly, and said "Don't be long, Alex. Your cup of tea is waiting for you downstairs, dear."

"Yes, yes, YES!" I said to myself after mum had gone. I now knew that mum wanted me. I also knew that as long as she didn't initiate anything, she could convince herself that she wasn't doing anything wrong. This was fine by me. I planned to take things slowly, so as not to panic her, and let her proceed at her own pace.

I got dressed and went downstairs to the kitchen. Mum was in front of the sink, preparing vegetables for dinner. She wasn't wearing her normal long cotton robe, but a very nice silky one in deep blue with a flower print. It was much shorter than her cotton one, and it came to rest just below the swell of her buttocks, showing off her legs to perfection. Seeing her dressed like this caused my p***s to stiffen again.

"Mum, I'm sorry you had to see me like that," I said to her, referring to me m**********g.

"It's fine sweetheart, really," she said. "It's only natural at your age, with all those hormones rushing around in your system."

"Thanks for being so understanding mum," I said, and I went over and gave her a big hug from behind. It may have seemed an innocent enough gesture, but I wanted her to know that I fancied her as much as (if not more than) she fancied me. So, as I hugged her, I made sure that my left hand came round her body and landed on her right breast, while at the same time gently pushing my erection into her bum cheek. I didn't squeeze her boob, just cupped it gently in my hand, but it was enough for me to hear her breathing deepen as she enjoyed the sensation.

After a few moments, I pulled away and asked her if I could help with anything for dinner. She suggested I finish off the veg. and put them on the stove while she went to get changed.

When mum came back down a few minutes later, I noticed that she wasn't wearing one of her everyday, knee-length dresses, but had changed into a short black skirt, white blouse and black 4 inch heels. The blouse was pretty thin, and I could make out a lacy black bra underneath, but what really blew me away was that she was wearing sheer black stockings! Mum rarely wore stockings, and when she did it would only be when she went out for the night, and even then they were invariably tan coloured ones. I realised she was getting a little bolder, and decided to play along.

"Wow, mum, you look great. Are you going out on a date or something?" I asked.

Mum blushed and said "No dear, I just felt like dressing for dinner for a change."

"Well you certainly look good enough to eat. I feel underdressed now, do you want me to go and change?"

"No Alex, you’re fine," she said.

Then I thought I would broach the subject which was the elephant in the room. I said,” Do you want to talk about what happened today?”

She looked at me and said,” Honestly speaking, I am still not being able to come to terms with the fact that someone would come like this…show up at my home out of the blue and then tell me that I am an heiress.”

“It is not normal. I know, but the way she was telling the story…I mean it did not feel like that Eleanor woman was lying, you know,” I said as I took a bite of the lasagna.

“I know that you think that this is some kind of fairy tale, Alex but trust me, I am speaking from experience that life is far from fairy tale. Yes there might be some exceptions that heiresses are found orphaned and they re-unite with their family after years. But this is where I had a family and then they gave me up. Even if my adoptive parents took me away to a different state and started a new life with me and changed my name then who can blame them? The only thing that I applaud about that woman is her ability to walk in a woman’s home about whom she knows virtually nothing and then lie in such an astounding manner,” said Mom and I nodded.

What she said made sense and I could understand why she was even saying this but there was another option as well which she was not taking into account or factor.

“What if what she is saying is true?” I asked.

“What do you mean?” asked Mom.

“I mean to say that…it may be possible that whatever you are saying is true and she is a big fat…no sorry….not fat…old liar. But there also might be a slim chance that this is true. I am pretty certain that she has done DNA testing somehow or she would not have wasted this much time today coming here and speaking to you. So what I am asking is, you might be able to keep an open mind,” I said and she smiled.

Then she asked,” I know that you have earned money, Alex. I know that you have been habituated to a different kind of lifestyle altogether in the past year but that doesn’t mean that I can change all of a sudden. I get the fact that you want to believe that I am the heiress, that too a long lost heiress of a multi billion dollar ranching farm but don’t you smell bullshit in it?”

“That is the reason we are going to check and wait until we have verified all the facts. Just tell me this…why would you not even try and accept this fact that this might happen?” I asked.

“Because there is a high chance that when you get a news like this you start to believe in it and when you start believing in it and come to know that it is not true then it breaks your heart, your dreams and everything that you would like to get in your life,” said Mom and I did not have words to say to her. But she must have seen it in my expression which made her say,” If you wish and think that there might be even an ounce of truth in what she is saying then I would see to it.”

“You would do that for me?” I asked in surprise and she placed her hand over mine and said,” I am your mother, Alex. I might not have given birth to you. But I have raised you like my own and whatever brings you happiness I can do that for you.”