CHAPTER 28: THE TIME ISABELLE STOPPED BEING JUST MY MOM (2)

■Four years ago■

The bubbling sound of the water, the warmth around me, and Isabelle’s fingers massaging my head while I rested against her chest... it was all so relaxing.

Yet, a strange feeling crept into that peace—a feeling that made something rise beneath my black swim trunks.

The jacuzzi water wasn’t deep, so the bulge was clear—not just to me, but also to Isabelle, sitting right behind me.

At first, there was an awkward silence.

I said nothing—after all, back then I didn’t even know what that kind of reaction meant. After a few minutes, she broke the ice.

«Looks like my little Rennie has turned into a young man,» she said, her tone light and playful, though I could hear a trace of embarrassment.

«A young man...?» I repeated, confused.

(Of course, at thirteen—ten of those spent in an orphanage—I knew little to nothing about the things kids my age knew. Let’s just say I caught up later.)

«Yes. When boys react like this, it means, well...»

Isabelle’s voice grew more hesitant.

«...it means they’re growing up. Specifically, it happens when...»

She faltered even more.

«...when you’re with someone you like...»

Looking back, it was obvious.

Feeling her so close, my head resting between her breasts—it was no wonder my dick had gone hard as stone.

And not the kind you’d miss on a boy my age—my body was already comparable to an eighteen-year-old’s.

But back then, it was something completely new for me.

Deep down, something had been stirring for a while, but that night I truly understood what it was.

«So... does that mean I like you?» I asked innocently. «Well, yeah, it’s normal—you’re an amazing mom and you’ve made me the happiest guy in the world. Of course I like you...»

«Yes, but the kind of liking I mean... isn’t what a son feels for his mother. It’s what a man feels for a woman—physical attraction. The kind that makes you want to kiss, to touch... the same I’ve felt for you for months now...»

Her voice grew softer, more sensual, as she spoke.

The hand that had been massaging my head moved lower, starting to caress my chest.

Needless to say, her words had an effect on me.

«So... what do you do in situations like this?» I asked, with the cluelessness of someone who had no idea how to act.

She didn’t answer right away.

Instead, her left hand slipped under my chin, lifting my face toward hers until our eyes met—just centimeters apart.

And then...

Her lips pressed against mine.

Her tongue slid into my mouth, and I followed her lead.

Her hand moved from my chest to my stomach, then lower, slipping inside my swim trunks until her slender fingers wrapped around my erection.

Even after four years, I still remember that touch perfectly—the pleasure that wrapped around me for the first time in my life.

Moved purely by instinct, as if something dormant inside me had awakened, I turned toward her, chest to chest.

My hands slid under her bikini top, squeezing her huge breasts—too big for my fingers to hold.

At first, my tongue moved awkwardly and too fast, like a dog lapping water, but within seconds my technique improved—a true self-taught learner.

My tongue slipped from her mouth to her neck, then lower, until her enormous breasts filled my view.

I tore off her top in a wild rush, licking her breasts and nipples like a starving newborn.

She moaned and gasped as if feeling the greatest pleasure a woman could feel.

I felt the same while her hands, both inside my swim trunks, touched me like no one ever had.

Moments later, neither of us wore anything—the lower part of our swimsuits gone—completely naked in the warm jacuzzi water.

We clung to each other, kissing and touching, just as she’d said people do when they like each other.

That was the first time I saw her fully naked—from her massive breasts to her pussy, covered with a neat patch of red hair.

It’s an image burned into my mind—the sight of Isabelle, legs spread, my erection in her hands as she guided it inside her.

When my dick finally slid into her after a couple of failed tries, a wave of pleasure hit me so hard that everything before felt like nothing.

No sensation in the world could ever match the feeling of her warm, soft folds moving up and down my shaft.

My breath caught.

My heart pounded so violently it felt like my chest could burst under the pressure at any moment.

My lips, pressed against hers, trembled.

My eyes shut tight from the indescribable bliss that grew stronger with every passing second.

«Do you like it, Rennie...? Do you like the feeling... aah... the feeling when two people like each other? I love it... aah...» she moaned.

«Y-Yes, Mom... I like it... I like it so much... aah...»

A sharper moan escaped her lips as, at the peak of pleasure, I pushed as deep as I could... and my release burst inside her with all its force.

Without a doubt... the best twenty-two seconds of my life.

(What did you expect? A porn-level performance for my first time? And that’s not counting the time she’d already spent with her hands on me—that adds to the clock! Looking back, I’m proud I lasted even that long with a woman like Isabelle.)

I collapsed forward into her arms—her huge breasts now a soft pillow.

She began stroking my hair gently, like I was her little pet.

«You did well, Rennie...» she whispered softly. «This will be our little secret, okay? Promise me, and I promise we’ll do it again whenever you want, my dear...»

I simply nodded—still too shaken to speak.

While I clearly remember feeling emotionally attached from the very first time, I think for her it was different at first.

It must have been just a pastime, maybe a way to relax after work.

Only after nearly a year did it shift from casual fun to something deeper—a true relationship between two lovers, complete with jealous fights.

Two hours later, we did it again, this time on the bed.

Then once more the next morning after waking up—both times, finishing inside her.

She told me it was the greatest proof of love, and that’s why, since then, only she and Elaine had the honor of feeling their pussies dripping with my cum.

The more we did it, the more her body became a drug I couldn’t resist—and I think mine had the same effect on her.

It didn’t take long before we started doing it everywhere, not just at home.

Every time we went on a road trip, my tongue would end up between her thighs, and when she couldn’t hold back anymore, we’d pull over at a rest stop.

I’d push the seat back, and in seconds she’d be on top of me.

Or whenever we went to Aspen—at night, in the playground on the road from the restaurant to the hotel.

I think I made her come on every single piece of equipment—even the rocking ducks.

It didn’t matter where or when—any time and place was good to give in to the passion that still binds us now, and will keep binding us for a long time.