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The scent of lavender fills my nose, and I inhale deeply before pulling away.

“I missed you too. I’m glad you’re finally home,” she says, her voice muffled by my chest.

Her words vibrate through me, sending tingles spreading out all over my body, and I let her go before it can betray my desire. My mom cups my cheeks and smiles, then after placing a light kiss on my cheek she turns and leaves the room. I watch her go, taking in the sway of her hips and the soft curves of her ass. She shuts the door behind her, and I flop down heavily on the bed. Running my hand over my face, I groan quietly.

Everything I thought I’d left behind has come rushing back. The only difference between now and when I left is that I’m older, more experienced, and more unsure of whether I can keep my mind and body in check. Glancing down at my crotch where my dick is tenting the soft material of my sweatpants, I scoff at my own weakness.

Nothing has changed, I want her as much if not more than when I left. I’m not going to be able to face her or my dad without taking care of this shit first. Freeing my dick from my pants, it twitches as the cool air touches the heated skin. I sigh with relief as I take it in my hand and begin to rhythmically move it up and down. It doesn’t take long for me to get close to finishing, the intensity of my desire and the lingering scent of lavender in my nose spurring me toward my release.

Clenching my teeth together to keep myself from shouting out, I shudder and shake as the climax takes hold, white ribbons of cum shooting along the front of my shirt and coating my hand. I lie there for a moment, my mind racing with endorphins and the rush of what I’ve just done.

Once my body has settled and my breaths are coming out more evenly, I strip off my stained shirt and use it to mop up the mess I’ve just made. The air around me smells of cum and lavender, and I breathe in deeply, fighting back images of covering dark, sweet-smelling hair and soft skin in streams of white.

It’s going to be a long two months.

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Having rested up after a long drive and an intense climax, I throw on a fresh shirt and make my way downstairs, lured by the delicious scent of Mom’s home cooking. She’s in the kitchen, prepping dinner and stirring a pot on the stove.

She must have heard me come in, because she speaks without turning around. “I’m making spaghetti for dinner,” she tells me, throwing a pinch of salt and some herbs into the saucepan.

“My favorite,” I state, and she turns to smile at me.

“I remember. Your welcome home dinner,” she says, smiling broadly.

I could watch her for hours, moving gracefully around the kitchen and doing what she does best… taking care of me. If only she could take care of me in other ways, a little voice whispers in the back of my mind. I tense at my traitorous thoughts as I begin to picture them in my head, all of the things she could do to make me happy and look after me.

I bite back a groan as I stare quietly at her, all while I’m picturing running my hands down her waist and cradling her hips in my palms as I cover her body with mine. The temptation to come up behind her, wrap my arm around her middle and bend her over the kitchen table has me clenching the wooden edge with my fingers to keep myself from acting on these explicit thoughts.

It’s not that it’s bad to want someone so much it’s physically painful, it’s that I want her over anyone else on this damn planet. She’s my mom, for fuck’s sake.

Chapter Six

Melanie

It’s wonderful having Edward home after so long away. The house has seemed so quiet and almost empty since he left for college. It doesn’t help that over the past few years John and I have grown apart somewhat. We’re still very close, and we do love each other, but the spark isn’t really there anymore.

It makes me happy to see how much he’s grown, that he’s getting to live his life and experience it in a way I never really did. I don’t hold that against him in any way, it was my choice to be his mother.

Like me though, they fell in love from the first moment they saw him. I knew in the moment that he was handed to me that I would do anything for him. He’s my baby boy, and even though he towers over me now, he always will be.

I can feel him watching me as I busy myself with dinner preparations, and I smile, remembering how he would trail after me around the house as I did things, or was always quietly waiting to lick the spoon clean of whatever creation I had made that day.

I sigh, lamenting the fact that I won’t ever have that again. Max doesn’t want any more children, and as he’s four years older than I am, I suppose I can understand his reluctance. I’m not as young as I was when we adopted Edward, but I’m not too old to have children. I shrug to myself and shake off the feeling of disappointment. It would have been nice to give Edward a little brother or sister to run around after.

“Anything I can help with, Mom?” his deep voice sounds from right behind me, making me jump and bringing me out of my daydreams.

“No, it’s fine. You’ve been traveling for two days, you need to rest. Besides, there’s not much left to do but leave it to finish cooking.”

He nods and retakes his seat at the table.

“I’ll let you lick the spoon when I’m done,” I tease, winking at him as I give the sauce another rigorous stir and replace the lid on top.

Something flashes in his eyes for a split second, but it’s gone so quick I begin to wonder if I imagined it. Shaking off the strange feeling of unease that settled over me for a moment. Eventually, I come to the conclusion that I must have been imagining things, and I go back to cooking dinner. Humming quietly to myself, I pull out some garlic bread and pop it into the oven to bake.

Soon the smell of garlic joins the mixture of tomatoes, herbs, and beef, and after putting on the spaghetti, I sit down at the table next to Edward. He seems lost in thought, and I put my hand on top of his.

“Is everything okay?” I ask softly, covering his much larger hand with mine.

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