Chapter 5: Healthier and Fuller
Draped by curtains of heavy rain outside, Bermuda and Michael entered the house, Michael holding the door for his mother. Bermuda, drenched by the early rainfall while only wearing a tight red dress, stepped in, brushing water off her hair. Michael's muscular form filled the doorway, the rainwater rolling off his short brown hair and droplets falling from his broad shoulders. His eyes met hers, sharing a bond unspoken, yet deeply felt. They knew each other's thoughts without saying a word.
Bermuda surveyed the interior. Normally kept bright and warm by Michael's presence before she came home, it was now cold and dark, with only the hint of lavender scent lingering in the air. She moved closer to Michael, seeking comfort and solace from the night's events. Michael's hands instinctively reached out to touch her, his fingers tracing along her bare shoulder, moving down her arm and stopping at her hand. With gentle strength, he held her hand close to his heart, giving her a sense of security she hadn't experienced in a long time.
Bermuda let herself sink into the embrace, her eyes meeting Michael's in a moment of understanding.
"Well, I said my peace, back at the penthouse," Michael broke the silence. "Unless you had..."
"I do, Michael." Bermuda interrupted, the first time she's been able to do so. "I kept you from this life because this industry had hurt me far too often and I didn't want to do you what my mother did to me." Bermuda confessed as she took Michael's hand in hers. "But look at you now. A force to be reckoned with, in control of your desires, and proud of who you are."
Michael smiled weakly, his eyes filled with gratitude and understanding. "Thanks, mom. I've always known how strong you are. But sometimes, the darkness has to be hard to navigate alone."
Bermuda's eyes softened, knowing exactly what her son meant. "I'm not alone, not anymore, honey; and neither are you."
Bermuda gently kissed Michael's forehead. "We're going to face these challenges together. Remember, I am here for you. Whatever happens, you have someone to lean on, and that person is me."
Michael let out a sigh of relief, allowing himself to lean into his mother's embrace. "I know, mom. It's just... I don't want to put you through any more of this pain."
"Well, I learned tonight that pain can reveal truth." Bermuda said beaming, cradling his face in her hands.
Michael, pulling her hands down to his chest, chuckled, "Must have been one smart and handsome man who taught you that." he teased, glancing at her lips.
Bermuda's eyes flickered, her cheeks turning crimson. She playfully slapped Michael's arm, "You little devil!" she giggled.
Within the walls of the house, the wind raged outside, mirroring the storm within them. The air between them seemed charged with sexual tension, electric with the promise of release.
Bermuda pulled up her wet clothes, having slid down from the weight. "A shower sounds heavenly, doesn't it?", Bermuda suggested. Her voice dripping with the suggestion of something more, something they both needed.
"I'm probably going straight to bed, mom." Michael said quietly. "I've been having trouble sleeping."
Bermuda frowned, as tears welled up. She was being reminded of the reasons why all of this began. Michael had a debilitating erection and she pushed him too far away to notice. "Of course, of course." She said, with understanding. "I imagine sleep is quite difficult. You've been so focused on sex lately, haven't you?" Bermuda spoke softly, carefully navigating the delicate topic.
Michael's eyes narrowed, his breath catching in his throat. He knew where this conversation was heading, but he could never say no to his mother.
Bermuda continued, "If you need guidance, if you need assistance, I'll be here for you, always." She looked at him with such sincerity, promising him everything she could offer.
Michael swallowed, feeling both grateful and anxious. "I appreciate that, mom. Goodnight." Michael said, with a kiss on her lips.
The tender gesture was enough to make Bermuda feel guilty about her earlier hesitation. She watched in pained silence as Michael headed to his room.
After the shower Bermuda threw on a silk robe, sticking to her body because of the humidity from the storm, turning sheer in those areas. She walked by Michael's room to check up on him. Cracking the door and peering into it just as she did when she overheard Michael's conversation with his doctor. Except this time she saw Michael lying on his bed, fully naked, in a fitful sleep due to his throbbing cock, with moans of pain escaping from his lips.
Feeling guilty for leaving him without guidance, she made her decision, she crawled up onto his bed, on all fours like a cougar ready to claim her prey. Her silk robe cascading behind her, accentuating her curves, her breasts firm and bouncing. Her nipples hard and erect, begging for attention.
As she approached Michael, he opened his eyes slowly, still half-asleep. Noticing her in her sensual stance, his eyes widened, filled with confusion and desire. "Mom, what are you doing?" he asked, still caught off guard.
She stopped a few inches above cock, hovering above him like an angel of temptation and stuffed Michael's cock in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the tip, making sure to tease the sensitive flesh beneath the ridge. She then started taking it deep into her throat, almost gagging herself. She loved the sight of his eyes roll into the back of his head, hearing his moans. The feel of his hands grabbing the sides of her head, telling her she was good.
Her tongue worked magic on his shaft, moving up and down, her hand pumping her own breast rhythmically. Her other hand fondled his balls, giving them a loving caress.
"Oh, that is so good mom, oh fuck," Michael groaned, thrusting his hips into her face.
Bermuda increased the speed and intensity of her blowjob, causing Michael to grab her hair, almost as if trying to pull her deeper into his throbbing shaft. He grunted and cried out her name in pleasure.
"Mmm, yes, baby," Bermuda murmured against his shaft, her tongue working its magic on his sensitive skin. Her lips wrapped around his shaft, sucking with her entire mouth, taking him even deeper.
"But it won't work. I've tried this before..." He hesitated, realized he shouldn't have just admitted to his mother that he'd received oral before, especially with his cock in her mouth.
Undaunted, Bermuda simply held up a finger, went down on him a handful more times, then removed his now even more engorged member from her mouth with a pop. "This was just to get you lubed up." Bermuda said, sitting up after removing Michael's cock from her mouth. His erection was still prominent, but the throbbing pain seemed to lessen slightly. "That wasn't meant to make you cum, it was to ease your discomfort." She explained, brushing his softening shaft gently with her thumb.
Michael's eyes widened in surprise, as he processed what had just happened. Bermuda had taken him deeper than anyone else had ever done before. Despite her words, he felt a surge of arousal welling up inside him again. He knew he needed help, but at the same time, his desires were stronger than ever. Bermuda understood this, seeing it in his eyes, and she decided to give him the relief he needed.
She sat up, straddling him, facing him eye to eye. Her breasts brushed against his chest, the soft material of her silk robe slipping off her shoulders.
Michael's eyes followed every movement, captivated by the erotic dance of her body. As she positioned herself above him, her nipples scraped against his chest, sending shivers of delight through his body.
Bermuda whispered in his ear, her voice husky with desire, "I'm going to take care of you, Michael. Let go and trust me." He closed his eyes, feeling a wave of surrender wash over him.
Slowly, Bermuda lowered herself onto him, guiding his rigid member into her wetness.
"I thought," Michael panted, trying to wrap his head around what was happening, but also unable to control his breath. "You said on the way home, that you only ever had vaginal sex with one man, and that your mother wanted to keep it that way..." Michael trailed off in a grunt.
"Mom was wrong, about everything," Bermuda said, increasing her fervor. "Because of that, I denied the only man who ever deserved to be inside me." Bermuda said, her eyes misty with regret.
"You, my dear, sweet, boy." Bermuda whispered softly, moving gracefully with him, her legs wrapping around his waist. Michael's eyes were wide open now, filled with shock and desire. The sensation of his mother's warm body enveloping him, her soft moans of pleasure, and the knowledge that he was pleasing her, sent a surge of passion coursing through his veins.
She moved her hips in sync with his, creating a rhythmic motion that sent waves of exquisite pleasure throughout their bodies.
Their skin slapped together, producing a pleasurable friction that heightened their arousal. Michael found himself getting lost in the sensation, the feel of his mother's body molding against his own.
Bermuda's breath came in short gasps, her eyes wide with ecstasy. "Fuck, Michael, you feel so good inside me!" she moaned, throwing her head back in pure bliss. Each thrust drove them both closer to the edge, their anticipation building with every passing moment.
Bermuda moaned as she tightened her grip around Michael's waist, her nails digging into his skin with her growing excitement. Michael's muscular arms wrapped around his mother, holding her close as he buried himself deeper into her.
Bermuda's fingers danced along Michael's shoulders, causing tiny shivers to run through his body. The sensation of her touch combined with the relentless movements of their hips created a hypnotic rhythm that pulled them further into the depths of their passion.
Michael's hands explored Bermuda's body with reverence, tracing her curves, dipping into the valley between her breasts, skimming over her round hips, and gliding up her thighs. Each contact brought forth newfound tenderness, intensifying the connection they shared.
Their lips met in a tender, passionate kiss, a perfect union of their love and lust. As their bodies moved together, it became apparent that Bermuda had found the perfect partner in her son, a balance of power and vulnerability. Michael's eyes were bright with affection, his heart racing with a mix of desire and adoration. This was beyond anything he could have imagined, but he embraced it wholeheartedly.
Their bodies became a dance of pleasure, each movement fluid and elegant. Michael's expertise in bondage research allowed him to explore and master the art of tying his mother in knots, which added an exciting layer of dominance and submission to their play. Bermuda reveled in the submissive role, finding immense satisfaction in being bound and controlled by her son.
Their love-making sessions stretched into hours, with neither of them wanting it to end. The room was filled with the sound of their heavy breathing, their moans, and the soft rustle of the sheets.
Bermuda shifted her hips, adjusting the angle of her entrance to meet Michael's thrusts, the sensation driving her wild. She reached down, cupping his firm ass cheeks, squeezing them gently, and pulling him deeper into her core. Michael responded with a growl, thrusting harder, meeting her rhythm perfectly.
Michael's fingers found Bermuda's clit, circling it lightly, teasing her. She let out a soft whimper, her back arching.
"Oh, oh Fuck! Michael tell me you're close!", Bermuda moaned, arching her back. Michael felt her walls begin to contract, signaling her imminent release.
"No, no, but it's alright mom. It's alright. Go without me. I love you, mom." Michael whispered hoarsely, his eyes never leaving hers.
"I love you too, Michael," Bermuda replied softly, her eyes glassy with emotion.
As if all he needed to hear were those words, Michael's body stiffened, his breath catching in his throat. A rush of intense desire swept through him, pushing him past the threshold. Bermuda saw the expression on her son's face, and with one final thrust, she rode the crest of her own orgasm. Their eyes locked, and with a mutual understanding, they both let go, allowing themselves to be consumed by the fierce intensity of their climaxes.
They collapsed onto the bed, their limbs entwined, the afterglow of their passion filling the room.
Bermuda's hair spilled across Michael's bare chest, her lips still swollen from their kisses. He lay there, staring at the ceiling, the echoes of their lovemaking still ringing in his ears.
"What was that?" Michael asked quietly, breaking the silence.
"That, my dear boy, was an experience we can't find anywhere else," Bermuda answered softly, running her hand down Michael's chest. "It is something so special that it's rarely replicated."
"Love." Bermuda said, with a sense of profoundness. She turned to Michael only to find him in a deep sleep.
His breathing even and steady, showing how deeply he had been affected by their intimate encounter. Her heart warmed at the sight, knowing that despite everything, she had connected with her son on a level beyond what she had expected.
She pulled the covers over him, ensuring he was comfortable. Leaving his side, she went to her bedroom and undressed slowly, letting her mind drift over the memories of the night.
"I'll be damned if Alexis wasn't looking out for me, again." Bermuda thought. "The feeling that Will filled me with reminded me that love still existed. And then, Michael came to me like a gift, another testament to the existence of love. There's nothing more beautiful than being with someone you truly care about." Bermuda mused.
"Maybe I was wrong about Alexis. Maybe he's not so evil after all." Bermuda reflected, lying down on her bed.