Newfound Bond

Moral rights

Nixa Blue asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

As tired and sore as she felt, Caroline was excited with the way the bookshop she inherited from her father was coming along. Several months before, a massive stroke took him without warning. He was barely sixty, and she decided to make some renovations and keep his business going. She was also expanding to include a café and also opening up a small part of the second floor to expand the retail space her father had only used for storage. There was still plenty of storage space in the building's basement, plus the rented unit her father had had for several years.

Caroline 's father had been a purveyor of rare books for an elite clientele, and having grown up working with him in his shop and at auctions over the years, she was well prepared to keep the business going. There were also a number of college campuses in the area that brought in a lot of cash business. She was sorry to leave behind a fifteen-year career as a highly sought-after massage therapist, but she was planning to keep a small selection of clients just to keep her hands in shape.

Her twenty-year-old son, Kevin , had volunteered to transfer to a university close to home so he could help with renovations and the day-to-day operations after reopening. Caroline only agreed to this as long as it didn't interfere with his studies. Luckily, the renovations and opening were all happening while Kevin was on summer break. He'd been her savior these last few weeks, using his skills to paint and do repairs.

For Caroline , it was reminiscence of the past and excitement for the future all at once. Working around the shop in her tank tops and tight denim shorts that didn't fully cover her ass reminded her of those wonderful days she used to tease her father unmercifully. She'd always been a loving and devoted daughter, and she had frequent fantasies about letting her handsome, affectionate dad have his way with her eager pussy. He'd always resisted anything more than the generously sexy view his busty, athletically built daughter happily offered. That, and some overly long hugs that bordered on inappropriate for a father and daughter.

Teasing men had always come easily to her, but Caroline always loved showing off for her daddy the most. It was simultaneously the naughtiest and most loving thing she'd ever done. She had slightly thick, strong-looking thighs with an ass that matched perfectly. Her tits were even bigger now, bordering on D or E cups, and they were still shapely and firm enough that a lot of people thought they were fake. Instead of being insulted, Caroline took that as a compliment. She was thankful for having DNA that kept her looking closer to thirty than her real age of forty.

She missed her father deeply, but now her son, tall, gorgeous, and built like a ripped Adonis, was paying the same kind of attention her father had. Or, more accurately, trying to pretend not to. It made her feel so alive to see the bold admiration in his eyes, and the long, sweaty days working together had been making her giddy with happiness. It was heavenly to have him back in her life on a daily basis, and she couldn't help burning up with pride every time she looked at him. She'd even started to imagine a few of the same kinds of naughty fantasies about her son that she used to have about her father.

It was wrong, of course, but what harm was there in a few dirty daydreams? Given her father's history of restraint, there was never a chance of her crossing a line she could never cross back over. Part of her was actually relieved, doubting if she could ever go through with anything more. Those were bittersweet memories, but with Kevin back at her side every day, she was already making new ones.

It was now late in the day on a Wednesday. The grand opening had already been advertised for Saturday. With an old friend she trusted to work with on board to manage the café, everything was ready. Late that afternoon, Kevin came down from the second level to find his beautiful, blonde mother standing by herself, admiring all their hard work.

"Hey Mom, how about we go over to Grandpa's storage unit tomorrow and pull out a few boxes of stock? There are still a couple of bare shelves upstairs, and it'll look better if we're fully stocked."

"Good idea, baby. Let's go in the morning. But not too early, okay? After all this work, I can use a couple of easy days before the opening."

Kevin smiled and nodded. "You're the boss, Mom," he said with a proud smile. Then he suddenly scooped his voluptuous mother into his powerful arms and hugged her close, crushing her sweaty melons to his body through both their damp shirts. "I'm so proud of you," he added. "You're ... just incredible."

"Aw, baby, I'm proud of you too. This wouldn't be happening without you. You're the best thing that ever happened to this old lady."

"Uh, Mom. News flash. You're not old. You know all my friends say you're the hottest MILF in town."

"Ha!" she blushed, trying to laugh off his unexpected compliment. But deep down she couldn't have been more pleased. Then her eyes narrowed, and she gave him a sultry look. "And what do you say?"

Kevin smiled a guilty smile. "Let's just say I never disagreed with them."

Caroline felt her nipples tingle with sensation. Her son's evasive confession put a coy smile on her face. They were both damp with sweat, and the material of their tops felt tacky in between where Kevin 's big, hard body crushed up against his mother's voluminous melons. But it felt disturbingly good, reminding her of all those nice, close hugs with Daddy, and they held on much longer than any average mother/son embrace. Caroline could feel her son was in no more of a hurry to break contact than she was.

"That means you agreed with them," she pointed out suggestively.

"I didn't say that. Not exactly," he replied, starting to blush.

Caroline loved seeing her son get flustered almost as much as she loved holding on to his solid, manly body.

"It's okay if you think that, baby," she told him. "It means a lot more coming from you than anyone else. It feels good to think you might approve of your old mom."

"Oh, I definitely approve, Mom. And then some."

Caroline could sense something stirring inside the crotch of her son's shorts, right up against her body. She realized he was getting hard and felt her heart rate practically double. This was already new territory for the voluptuous mom since her father had never flirted that openly with her, although she did feel him start to get a hard-on sometimes when they hugged. She was now dying to grind on her son's growing cock, but she was briefly frozen with self-doubt, and he was backing off before she knew it. Kevin 's face was red as a beet as he pushed away, embarrassed by his erection. Her breath stopped for a few seconds when she spotted the size of the bulge in his shorts. She didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed by his pulling away.

"Geeze, Mom, we're both all sweaty and gross," he said, quickly changing the subject.

"Sorry, baby, you're right. Let's go home and take a shower."

When she realized it almost sounded like she was suggesting they shower together, Caroline started blushing as hard as her son. She also realized she liked the way it felt with them both being overheated and sweaty. There was something primal about it. It probably would've felt gross with anyone else, but with her son, Caroline felt nothing but happiness and delicious tingles all through her luscious body. And Kevin 's growing cock proved he didn't think it was gross at all.

They finally locked up the shop, and Kevin drove them home in his mother's SUV. When they got to the house, they went upstairs to their separate bedrooms. Caroline had an en suite bathroom, while her son normally used the extra one at the end of the upstairs hallway. She started to undress, watching herself in the mirror on the bathroom door as she pulled her damp tank top over her head, tossing it aside. Her hair was still tied back in a high ponytail while her tits stood out heavy and proud. Her nipples were swollen, and she spent a moment twirling them with her fingers as she thought back to that long, loving hug she had with Kevin back in the shop.