The silence stretched between them, heavy and uncertain. Manel’s eyes were distant, clouded with something Chamal couldn’t quite place. He could feel the weight of whatever she was holding back pressing against the air between them, suffocating the room. She’s hesitating, he thought, his chest tightening. He couldn’t bear the tension any longer.
“What is it, Mom?” he finally asked, his voice breaking through the stillness. His words were soft but insistent, urging her to speak. He needed to know what was weighing on her, what had made her voice falter when she said she had something to tell him.
Manel turned to him, her eyes searching his face as if trying to gauge his reaction before she even spoke. She reached out, her fingers brushing against his hand, seeking reassurance. She’s scared, he realized, his heart aching for her.
“Babe, you need to promise me that you won’t get angry. Okay? Can you do that?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly. There was a vulnerability in her tone that made Chamal’s stomach twist. Whatever it was, it was big.
“Yeah, sure, Mom. If that’s what you want, I’ll do that,” he promised without hesitation. His voice was steady, but his mind raced with possibilities. What could she be about to tell me? He tried to brace himself, but nothing could have prepared him for what came next.
“Okay, honey,” Manel began, taking a deep breath as if steeling herself. “Your father is having another affair.” The words hung in the air, sharp and heavy, piercing the silence like a knife. Chamal’s heart skipped a beat, his chest tightening as he processed what she’d just said. Another affair? He felt a surge of anger rising within him, but he remembered his promise—he wouldn’t get angry. Not yet.
Manel continued, her voice steady now, though her eyes betrayed the pain she was feeling. “He’s been having an affair with a girl at his office. He got her pregnant some months back. All of the extra hours he’s been working? He’s not working. He’s actually living with her in her house. I think they’re going to have the baby… and I think a divorce is coming.” She paused, her gaze dropping to her hands, which were now clenched tightly in her lap. “He went to meet a lawyer like a month back. He said he had to get legal advice about a work thing. But I knew he was going to a divorce lawyer.”
Chamal stared at her, his mind reeling. How long has she been carrying this alone? The thought made his chest ache. “Oh my god, Mom,” he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. “How long have you known this?”
“I found out about this last year,” she admitted, her voice softening. “But I didn’t want to make it a scene because of you. So I just pretended to be normal.” She looked up at him then, her eyes pleading. “By the way, honey, I want you to do the same. Okay? Until he asks for a divorce, let’s pretend that everything is normal. Okay, babe?”
Chamal swallowed hard, nodding slowly. “Okay, Mom. Let’s do that,” he agreed, though the anger still simmered beneath the surface. He couldn’t imagine pretending as if everything were fine, but if that’s what she needed, he would do it. For her.
Manel’s shoulders relaxed slightly, as if a weight had been lifted, but Chamal could still see the tension in her eyes. “But what are you going to do after the divorce?” he asked, his voice gentle. “Have you thought about that?”
“Yes, babe,” she replied, her tone calm now. “This is my house, given to me by my father. So I won’t go anywhere. Plus, I know your father won’t ask for this house. He’s a reasonable man, despite the cheating.” She gave him a small, reassuring smile. “You and I can live here. Just the two of us.”
Chamal felt a strange mix of emotions—anger, sadness, but also a glimmer of hope. Just the two of us. The idea of it was both comforting and exhilarating. “I love that, Mom,” he said, his voice warm. “Just the two of us. Yes, I love that.” He laughed softly, the sound tinged with relief. “Now I kind of want this divorce to happen, Mom.”
Manel chuckled, the sound light and carefree, a stark contrast to the heaviness that had filled the room moments ago. “Now that you said it, I kind of want that too,” she admitted, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Chamal moved closer to her, his heart pounding in his chest. “I can’t wait to make you mine and mine only,” he whispered, his voice low and husky. He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, tentative kiss.
Manel’s breath hitched, her hands coming up to cradle his face. “I am yours, baby. I’ve always been yours,” she murmured against his lips. “I’ve been your mother. Now I’m your mother and your lover. My heart, my body, and my soul—everything belongs to you, honey. They’ve always been yours. I love you, honey.”
Chamal’s heart swelled with emotion, his lips capturing hers in a deeper, more passionate kiss. “I love you too, Mom,” he breathed, his words mingling with hers.
When they finally pulled apart, Manel smiled up at him, her eyes filled with warmth and affection. “Come, babe, let’s go get a shower,” she said, taking his hand in hers. Chamal followed her eagerly, his heart racing as she led him towards the bathroom, their fingers intertwined.
The cool tiles of the bathroom floor sent a shiver up Chamal’s spine as they stepped inside. Manel turned to him, her eyes dark with desire as she began to reach for him, her hands trembling slightly as she began to unbutton his shirt. “Come here, baby,” she whispered, her voice husky with need. Chamal stepped closer, his heart pounding in his chest, breath caught in his throat. She’s so beautiful, he thought, his eyes drinking in every curve of her body, as her hands slid beneath his shirt, trailing over the warm skin of his chest.
The air between them crackled with electricity, the tension thick and palpable. Chamal’s hands found her waist, pulling her closer until their bodies were pressed together. His lips sought hers once more, the kiss deep and hungry, filled with all the pent-up desire they’d been holding back for so long.
Manel’s fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as she deepened the kiss. Chamal’s hands roamed her body, exploring every inch of her as if he were seeing her for the first time. She’s mine, he thought, the possessiveness of the thought sending a thrill through him.
The sound of the shower starting broke the silence, the water cascading down in a steady stream. “Let’s get clean, baby,” she whispered, her voice filled with promise.
Chamal nodded, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps as her hands brushing against his skin in a way that sent shivers down his spine. Once they were both naked, Manel took his hand, leading him under the warm spray of water.
The heat enveloped them, steam rising around them as they stood together, their bodies pressed close. Manel’s hands moved over his body, washing him with a tenderness that made Chamal’s heart ache. She’s taking care of me, he thought, his eyes closing as he leaned into her touch.
Chamal’s hands found her body, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips. He could feel the heat of her skin beneath his fingertips, the way her breath hitched as he touched her. I love her, he thought, the words echoing in his mind as he leaned in to capture her lips once more.
The kiss was slow and deep, filled with all the love and desire he felt for her. Manel’s hands moved over his body, her touch sending waves of pleasure through him. He could feel the heat building between them, the need growing with every passing second.
When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathing heavily, their bodies slick with water and desire. Manel looked up at him, her eyes filled with love and need. “Take me, Chamal,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the water. “Make me yours.”
Chamal’s heart raced as he looked down at her, his hands trembling with need. “I will, Mom,” he promised, his voice thick with emotion. “I’ll make you mine. Always.”
The water cascaded over them, a steady rhythm that matched the pounding of Chamal’s heart as he knelt before her. His hands gently parted her thighs, his eyes locking onto hers for a moment before he lowered his mouth to her most intimate place. The first touch of his lips on her clit sent a jolt of electricity through Manel’s body. She gasped, her fingers instinctively tangling in his wet hair as her knees threatened to buckle.
Oh God, she thought, her mind swimming with a mix of guilt and pleasure. This is wrong…but it feels so right.
Chamal’s lips curved around her sensitive nub, and the sudden suction made her moan loudly, the sound echoing off the bathroom walls. Her body trembled as he explored her with his tongue, every flick and swirl driving her closer to the edge. He didn’t hold back, burying himself fully in her, tasting the remnants of their earlier union. The combination of his tongue and the slickness of her own arousal was almost too much to bear.
“Chamal,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “You’re…oh my God…you’re so good at this.”
He didn’t respond with words, instead intensifying his efforts, his tongue delving deeper, faster. Manel’s hands tightened in his hair, guiding him with a desperation she couldn’t contain. The pleasure was mounting rapidly, and she could feel the familiar tightening in her core. When he sucked hard on her clit again, she came undone, her body convulsing as waves of ecstasy crashed over her.
“Yes, yes, yes!” she cried out, her voice breaking as she rode the crest of her orgasm. Chamal didn’t stop, his tongue relentless as he continued to pleasure her, drawing out her release until she was gasping for air.
When he finally pulled back, Manel’s legs were shaking so badly she could barely stand. She looked down at him, her chest heaving, and saw the hunger in his eyes. “I want you, babe,” she whispered, her voice low and sultry. “Show me your love.”
Chamal didn’t need to be told twice. He rose to his feet, his hands gripping her waist as he turned her around. Manel bent forward, placing her hands on the bathroom wall for support. She felt the tip of his cock rub against her opening, and a shiver of anticipation ran through her.
“Chamal,” she breathed, looking back at him over her shoulder. Their eyes met, and the intensity of his gaze made her heart race. She could see the lust burning in him, the way he looked at her—not as his mother, but as a woman he desired more than anything.
With a low growl, Chamal thrust into her, burying himself to the hilt in one swift motion. Manel cried out, the sensation overwhelming as he filled her completely. His hands tightened on her waist, his grip firm and possessive. He started to move, his thrusts hard and powerful, each one driving her forward so that her body slammed against the wall with every stroke.
“Oh God, Chamal!” she moaned, her voice barely recognizable. “That’s it…harder, babe…please, harder!”
He obliged, his pace quickening, his thrusts becoming even more forceful. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the bathroom, mingling with their labored breaths and sharp moans. Manel’s mind was a whirlwind of sensations—pleasure, guilt, desire, and a strange, intoxicating freedom. She wasn’t his mother anymore. In this moment, she was his lover, and the thought only made her want him more.
Chamal’s grip on her waist tightened to the point of pain, but Manel loved it. The pain only heightened her pleasure, making her feel alive in ways she hadn’t in years. She looked back at him again, their eyes locking as he continued to pound into her. There was something primal in the way he looked at her, something that made her feel wanted in a way no one else ever had.
“Chamal,” she moaned, her voice breaking. “I’m so close…don’t stop…don’t you dare stop!”
He didn’t. If anything, his thrusts became even more relentless, harder and faster than before. Manel could feel the pressure building inside her, the tension coiling tighter and tighter until it snapped. She came with a scream, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Chamal didn’t slow down, driving her through her orgasm with unyielding force.
“Chamal, I’m…I’m coming!” she cried out, her voice rising in pitch as the pleasure consumed her. He growled in response, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own release. Moments later, he buried himself deep inside her, his body shuddering as he came, filling her with his hot seed.
For a moment, they stayed like that, their bodies pressed together, their breaths ragged. Manel could feel his cock still pulsing inside her, and the sensation sent a fresh wave of pleasure through her. She didn’t want it to end. She wanted to stay like this forever, lost in the intensity of their connection.
“Chamal,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “That was…incredible.”
He didn’t respond immediately, his hands still gripping her waist as he leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder. “I love you, Mom,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “More than anything.”
Manel’s heart ached at his words, a mix of love and guilt swirling inside her. “I love you too, babe,” she whispered back, her voice barely audible over the sound of the water.
Chamal slowly pulled out of her, his hands sliding up to her shoulders as he turned her to face him. Their eyes met, and for a moment, they just stared at each other, the weight of what they’d done hanging between them. But then Chamal leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss, and all doubt and guilt melted away.
Manel wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer as they kissed, their bodies still slick from the water and their sweat. She didn’t know what the future held, but in that moment, none of it mattered. All that mattered was him—her son, her lover, the man she loved more than anything.
