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Chapter Five

Edward

When Mom has finished unpacking and is about to leave, she comes over to give me a big hug. I swallow the lump in my throat as her arms wrap tightly around me.

“I missed you,” I tell her, holding her close and burying my face in her hair.

The scent of lavender fills my nose, and I inhale deeply before pulling away.

“I missed you too. I’m glad you’re finally home,” she says, her voice muffled by my chest.

Her words vibrate through me, sending tingles spreading out all over my body, and I let her go before it can betray my desire. My mom cups my cheeks and smiles, then after placing a light kiss on my cheek she turns and leaves the room. I watch her go, taking in the sway of her hips and the soft curves of her ass. She shuts the door behind her, and I flop down heavily on the bed. Running my hand over my face, I groan quietly.

Everything I thought I’d left behind has come rushing back. The only difference between now and when I left is that I’m older, more experienced, and more unsure of whether I can keep my mind and body in check. Glancing down at my crotch where my dick is tenting the soft material of my sweatpants, I scoff at my own weakness.

Nothing has changed, I want her as much if not more than when I left. I’m not going to be able to face her or my dad without taking care of this shit first. Freeing my dick from my pants, it twitches as the cool air touches the heated skin. I sigh with relief as I take it in my hand and begin to rhythmically move it up and down. It doesn’t take long for me to get close to finishing, the intensity of my desire and the lingering scent of lavender in my nose spurring me toward my release.

Clenching my teeth together to keep myself from shouting out, I shudder and shake as the climax takes hold, white ribbons of cum shooting along the front of my shirt and coating my hand. I lie there for a moment, my mind racing with endorphins and the rush of what I’ve just done.

Once my body has settled and my breaths are coming out more evenly, I strip off my stained shirt and use it to mop up the mess I’ve just made. The air around me smells of cum and lavender, and I breathe in deeply, fighting back images of covering dark, sweet-smelling hair and soft skin in streams of white.

It’s going to be a long two months.

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Having rested up after a long drive and an intense climax, I throw on a fresh shirt and make my way downstairs, lured by the delicious scent of Mom’s home cooking. She’s in the kitchen, prepping dinner and stirring a pot on the stove.

She must have heard me come in, because she speaks without turning around. “I’m making spaghetti for dinner,” she tells me, throwing a pinch of salt and some herbs into the saucepan.

“My favorite,” I state, and she turns to smile at me.

“I remember. Your welcome home dinner,” she says, smiling broadly.

I could watch her for hours, moving gracefully around the kitchen and doing what she does best… taking care of me. If only she could take care of me in other ways , a little voice whispers in the back of my mind. I tense at my traitorous thoughts as I begin to picture them in my head, all of the things she could do to make me happy and look after me.

I bite back a groan as I stare quietly at her, all while I’m picturing running my hands down her waist and cradling her hips in my palms as I cover her body with mine. The temptation to come up behind her, wrap my arm around her middle and bend her over the kitchen table has me clenching the wooden edge with my fingers to keep myself from acting on these explicit thoughts.

It’s not that it’s bad to want someone so much it’s physically painful, it’s that I want her over anyone else on this damn planet. She’s my mom, for fuck’s sake.