Erotica: Forbidden Mates

I went to the kitchen, hurrying on my red stilettos as fast as my long, toned, fair legs could take me. I didn't want my day's worth of hard work to burn in the oven. My son was back from college and I wanted the dishes to be perfect for him. I bent over the oven and took out the trays with a smile. They were perfect! Just like my 6'3, strongly built, ultra handsome son. Speaking of the devil...the giant of a man strolled into the kitchen in huge strides, tantalized by the aroma, bare chested and only in his soccer shorts hanging dangerously low on his waist for the world to see his 8 pack and bulging hard muscles everywhere. He was an ideal model for 'zero body fat'. "Mum?" He raised a sharp eyebrow and spoke the mono word, which was enough to sum up his doubts and understand than a string of many words. The action caught my attention to his face, and I looked at his boldly pierced eyebrow with disdain. "Tsk." I clicked my tongue instead of answering his question as to why there were so many favourite dishes of his on display when they were on the no-no list of his soccer coach. Extra strict instructions for the soccer captain. "Why did you have to ruin your handsome face with that metal?" I continued. I placed all the glass containers on the counter. "Mawwm," he stressed on the word, clearly agitated by my reply. He walked closer to me, his huge frame nearly caging my 5'5" lithe body against the counter. "Well?" He tilted his head to one side. I almost felt my heart skip when my eyes fell on his tattooed chest and a waft of his cologne excited my senses. I suddenly felt dizzy. Dizzy with excitement and unwanted thrill. His arms rested casually on the counter, waiting for me to answer while a bead of water slipped across his abs. The freshness of the shower and the manly scent hit me again like a train, but this time, they awakened me from my momentary stupor. I frowned and pushed him away from me. I managed to answer him instead of thinking of the sparking contact between my small, chilly hand against his hot chest. "These are for you. I am going to the bank. It can't run without its CEO after all," I said, and hung my $100k black leather bag over my shoulder before snagging my black Merc's keys. "You are going to work on a Saturday!" My son exclaimed, anger clearly coursing through his body. "The banks are not even open on weekends!!" "Hmm," I grimly replied, putting on my sunglasses and giving a once over to my sleeveless, n*de-coloured, halter-neck formal dress in the long mirror while my son trailed after me with a frown on his face. "The company needs me," I explained tersely. "And you need a bloody life!" he growled. I halted in my steps and turned around in shock. Further, I felt a shocking, pleasurable buzz in my hand as it made contact with his cheek before I could stop myself from slapping him. His head stayed firm in the center as if I hadn't hit him with all the force. Instead, his green eyes simply narrowed and stayed steady on my shaking frame. "Don't you dare talk to me like that. Ever," I pointed my forefinger at him. "I did not raise you to be a brat." I could feel his mind ticking with a decision about whether to answer back or not. In the end, he simply turned around and stormed back to the house. However, he left a guilty mom in his wake and my trembling hand. Fuck. What had I done? And why did the contact feel so sparking good? I picked up my bag again and went to the garage where the cave opened on its own on sensing my presence while the wings of my AMG flew open from the sides as I got behind the wheel. The moment I started the car and the wings were about to descend, a heavy presence just made it to the passenger seat and secured itself to my car with the seat belt. He deposited the huge glass containers with his favourite food at the back with ease and rested his head against the seat comfortably. I noticed his cheek that faced me had turned purplish with the red imprint outline still visible. It hurt to just look. "Jason." "Mother." I raised a brow at him, the way he had done so moments earlier. He looked at my face for a beat longer, his eyes seeming to be hypnotized on my face while my perfume seemed to be overpowered by his manly cologne in the car. The small space between us was strangely suffocating and thrilling. "Jason. Out," I commanded, trying to reign on my temper. I had a difficult and crucial deal to bring to fruition. "I am not a dog. Don't ask me to get out like one," he answered and put on his sunglasses, absolutely ready to be on the road with me. "Now chop, chop. Get going. You don't want to be late to go to your dear fvcking bank." My jaw dropped open. "You did not just say that," I almost whispered in shock. I had never heard my son curse before. Not even on the field. Not even when Rob Willings had deliberately broken his arm on the field. My son was the epitome of patience, restraint and goodness. "I did. You always prioritize your work over me. You have nev-..." "I am an investment banker. A CEO," I cut him off, while gritting my teeth. "Our lives are not easy. I have been trying to balance my work and home life to my best abilities. I have never missed a match of yours. Never missed your Parent-Teachers' Meeting. Always gave your meals on time and made sure you had the best of the best. Then why on earth are you troubling me now? You are a college goer. Go, enjoy life! Why the complaints now whe-..." His hand slapped my mouth and cut me off. I looked over his hand with shock-struck eyes. Wtf?! "Stop. Talking." He commanded, his voice eerily authoritative, dominating and...seductive. "And start driving," he further instructed. Maybe it was the shock or the fear of disobedience or the pleasure of hearing that authoritative tone in a long time that had me obeying every word of his and speeding through the streets assiduously to reach the bank on time. I parked the car and got out, leaving my son with the car keys. He could go wherever and do whatever. Clearly, the 21-year-old had grown up and had a mind of his own. Or rather an uncontrollable mouth of his own. This non-verbal communication seemed to just piss him off. He glared at the keys before snagging them in his hand and getting out of the Merc with all his containers. The way he held them close to his heart made one think that he was delivering precious cargo more valuable than his life. I kept walking ahead of him, the high heels giving grace to my walk and my sharp attire exuding confidence and authority all over the place. I ignored the stares, politely wished my employees with a smile, and walked inside the boardroom, dead sure that I had lost Jason somewhere in the company, most likely my room or the cafeteria. However, I was dead wrong. The man waltzed into the huge, cushioned boardroom and sat next to the head chair which was vacant for me at the end of the long table. He greeted everyone cheerfully and respectfully and flashed his charming smile. Everyone instantly fell in love with him, making me internally roll my eyes. The tricks of this charmer. Everyone seemed to be dazed and at awe at him. The other party also seemed to be charmed by him and asked him about his Ivy League education and soccer accolades. Jason heartily laughed and joked with everyone, endearing everyone to him within seconds. I cleared my throat and smiled at everyone, not showing my jealousy when the dealing company head's daughter flirted with my son. Woah! What was wrong with me? Jason seemed to have caught on, clearly knowing the difference between my fake and real smile. He smirked at me, his green eyes shining with mischief. His enigmatic personality was just the cherry on the top of his attractive looks and high IQ brain. I had fought tooth and nail to bring him up singlehandedly and protect him from all kinds of dangers. My eyes lowered as tears threatened to come up on remembering the dark days and how I struggled every day since the day he was born. This was NOT the time. When I looked back at Jason, the smirk had been replaced with a worried look for the first time since he started behaving like a brat. Or rather an attention-seeking child. And I knew it was my fault. I had thrown myself into work, especially after he had gone to college and taken the bank to unbelievably stellar heights after putting in too many hours. I was due for a long, long vacation. The opposite party tried to trick me several times and even-handed a clever contract, which I instantly gave back with circled deceiving terms. They tried to resort to manipulative and conniving ways to break me into giving in to their demands by showing long and complex calculations, but my trained eye caught on to them and corrected them on the spot. Everyone looked at me in shock, not expecting the timid looking lady to hand their asses back to them. Begrudgingly, they were forced to sign the contracts on my terms. However, I was fair in my dealings and didn't want the other party to suffer just because they were protecting their company's interests and employees. The employees were like kids to their CEOs, and it was our duty to take care of them while they took care of our companies. Jason quietly followed me to my cubicle after the meeting. He was strangely quiet and seemed to be thinking hard. The moment I entered my room, the door locked shut and I found myself thrown against as my lips were slotted and molested in the most pleasure-strummed ways possible. I could feel my red, matte lipstick get smudged at the corner of lips and reveled in the sting of the bites across my jaw. "f**k! You are so sexy. You were so sexy and hot dealing with those bastards out there," he whispered and attacked my lips again, pulling my hands over my head when I tried pushing him away. Last time, it was not the force of my hands that had moved his chest away from me in the kitchen. The man himself had been allowed to do so, it now seemed. I had overestimated my power. His hands went lower across my back and slipped under my dress to squeeze my butt. His kisses were overpowering, and his clothed erection shamelessly ground against my flat stomach, seeking as much friction as possible. I almost moaned when he bit my lower lip and teased his tongue over it. He did not let me speak! I furiously wriggled in his hold but he continued his onslaught and tugged down my red thong to my knees in one go. "s**t. So sexy inside too," he declared and claimed my lips again before I could protest. I was feeling dizzy with his kisses and pleasure that rocketed throughout my body, especially when his fingers were forced between my legs and thrust inside my lubricating p*ssy. "So wet for me, mother dear. Aren't you?" He teased and vigorously stirred my insides, making me gasp for air as I moaned and moaned continuously under his tumultuous onslaught. "Just look at yourself, baby. Always so put together to face the world at all times and how you are falling apart just by my fingers. You have no idea how edible you look like this, sweetheart." A whimper escaped me when he called me that endearing term. He chuckled and kissed me softly against my lips, a stark contrast to the treatment my p*ssy was getting. "You got jealous, didn't you? You are such a cutie," he mused and bit me punishingly. He inserted two more fingers in my p*ssy and furiously worked them in while the other hand cupped my breasts. My hands went over his back and tried to tug him off me but I could only grab onto his formal, black suit jacket for dear life as I felt my orgasm hit me hard, a clear wave of tsunami of ecstatic bliss washing me from head to toe and making me weak in the knees. I almost fell under its weight. Jason held me close to him, a victorious smirk on his face. I didn't know what should I be embarrassed about? My son touching me fervently with such toe-tingling vigour or indulging in a s****l activity after nearly 2 decades or cumming just by his fingers so quickly. As if sensing my embarrassment, Jason picked me up in his arms effortlessly and settled me on his lap as he sat on my huge, plush chair. He cupped my delicate face softly and tilted it to lock our lips in a deep, soul-sucking kiss. His hands unzipped my dress and cupped the spilling breasts, massaging and soothing them out of my lacy red bra. "Ah!" I moaned when he suddenly bit on my n****e and stayed latched to it, his tongue swirling in every direction. "So- so...ah, sooooo wrong!" I gasped out the words somehow. "Yet feels so right. Isn't it?" He rasped and completely dragged up my dress and slid it off me in one hot fluid motion. "Ah! Now you look better," he said with an appreciative gaze, especially on my breasts over my lacy red bra. He pulled me even closer to him and forced my face near his before slotting our lips again and again in a fervent kiss. He squeezed and tugged my n*****s hard, making me moan in his mouth. I gripped his hair as he moved his lips southwards and bit into my skin, marking every inch of my skin as his territory. I almost growled when he bit hard into the thick muscle of my neck before he soothed the bite mark with his tongue. "Fvck, you're sexy. Every smart word that comes from that deep red, sexy mouth of yours makes me want to bend you over my lap every time, baby," he growled before doing exactly that. He forced me across the table with my naked ass in the air while he appreciated my lacy bra-clad naked body in high heels with his hot stares. "Jason! We shouldn't- ...." I started but was cut off with 5 hard quick spanks on my ass. He forced me across the table with my naked ass in the air while he appreciated my lacy bra-clad naked body in high heels with his hot stares. "Jason!” "Not a word out of you except for my name and the moans I force out of you, mommy dearest," he whispered in my ear before stuffing his tie in my mouth and grabbing my hands in only one of his over my head. He forced himself between my legs and looked down at me with a heated look. A look that defined the moment when a predator had his helpless prey under his grasp. "Fvck, you look like a delicate beauty spread for me like a meal on the table," he whispered and when I tried to shout through the tie, my muffled sounds made him smirk. Nothing good came out of that smirk and that is exactly what happened. My back arched as he licked a stripe of p***y and when our eyes met, it was game over for me. Relentless, the arrogant jock made me c*m twice with just his tongue! Digging his tongue deeper inside my folds, he ate me out to his heart's content, guilt and respect forgotten. "Fvck, you are the tastiest meal I ever had," he growled and then lifted me effortlessly in his lap. "Jason, pl- ... " "I need you so bad. Fvck you look so good in my arms like this," he announced before diving into my cleavage and grabbing one of my n*****s with his teeth. "I am your mother !" "And hence, you need to feed your child. I need to drink and eat you from everywhere," Jason smirked. I arched my back when he suddenly went knuckle deep inside my p***y and moaned with the tie stuffed in my mouth as he vigorously shook and stirred my hot insides. "Jasonnn," I ground out somehow. Removing the tie gag from my mouth, Jason smashed his lips over mine and got me over the edge....again! By the time, he sucked my nips and made me c*m for the fifth time, I was a boneless mess clinging on to him. I could not move a limb but tears fell down uncontrollably as I sat on my son's lap, with my boobs over my bra and blouse and skirt torn with the thong hardly hanging on. Seeing my desolate face, Jace's gaze softened and he captured my lips in soft, tingling kiss, deepening with every passing second. I hit his Alpha strong chest with my fists in the need for air but my weak hits did nothing to the huge, young male and instead he sucked my soul when he thrust his tongue. "I love you so much, baby. You are mine now. Only mine," he declared before biting hard on my neck. That is when the world spun around me and blackness consumed as a piercing sharp, burning pain struck across my neck and body. I went limp in my son’s arms. I moaned the moment I found consciousness. A deep chuckle resonated amidst my p***y folds before he ate me out like a crazy-starved man. He grabbed my rack in huge handfuls and mauled them unmercifully. I pressed against him, my legs failing to support my weight. I felt too weak. Immediately, Jason put an arm around me. I looked up at him in surprise. He caught my surprised look and chuckled before kissing the corner of my mouth. "So cute," he said. "My baby," he warmly added before tucking me even closer to him. I shook my head, and his smile fell. I pushed myself away from him and wobbled towards my room. I was his mother. In fact, I AM his mother. Period. He did not deserve me as a lover. He needed someone bright, young, and vibrant. I picked up his white shirt pooled near my bare ankles and wrapped the gigantic piece of cloth around me. I gently closed the door and bolted it before sliding down against it. I broke down. I huddled my knees together and pushed my head between them as my feelings gushed out in nerve-wracking sobs.