Chapter 3
"You should get back to bed," she said firmly, hoping her voice didn't betray her. "It's a school night, remember?"
Dante nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. For a brief moment, Jasmine felt a spark of something pass between them, something that made her stomach flip-flop.
"Are you sure you're ok, mom?"
"I'm fine," she repeated, her voice a little stronger this time. "Just... restless." Jasmine forced a yawn, hoping it would make her seem less suspicious. "Make sure you're getting some sleep." She took a step backward, inching towards the stairs.
Jasmine's gaze dipped downward, the bulge in his pants was unmistakable. He wasn't even fully erect but his cock was clearly outlined by his pajama pants. Jasmine felt her cheeks burn even hotter, and she had to fight the urge to cover her face with her hands. "I...I should go," she murmured, turning away.
He took another step forward, closing the distance between them. "Mom, are you sure everything's okay?" His voice was gentle, but there was a hint of something else. Jasmine couldn't put her finger on it, but it sent a shiver down her spine. "You're acting weird."
Her eyes flicked down again, unable to resist the sight of his cock. It was massive, the fabric of his pajama bottoms stretched taut over the thick, heavy length of it. Jasmine's mouth went dry, her mind reeling with thoughts she had never before allowed herself to entertain. "I'm fine," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
"You look like you saw a ghost," Dante said with a knowing smirk. Jasmine's heart skipped a beat, her eyes flying back up to meet his. There was something in his gaze that told her he knew, that he had seen her watching, and that he wasn't upset. If anything, he looked...curious. Her face flushed even deeper, her hand tightening on the counter behind her.
"Or maybe," he continued, taking another step closer, "something else." Jasmine's eyes dropped to the floor, unable to meet his knowing gaze. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, feel the tension coiling in the air around them. The silence stretched on, thick and heavy with unspoken secrets.
Dante had always known he was well-endowed. The locker room whispers, the wide-eyed stares from his friends and their girlfriends – they had all informed him of his size without saying a word. And now, seeing that look on his mother's face, the same look that had flashed across so many others, he realized she wasn't just surprised by his size. She was aroused by it. It was a revelation that hit him like a punch to the gut, a mix of shock and something darker, something that made his cock twitch against his will.
He had caught glimpses of it before, that hunger in a woman's eyes when they saw him naked. The way they would drink him in, their pupils dilating, their breath hitching. But this was his mother, a woman who had cradled him as a baby, who had taught him how to tie his shoes and ride a bike. This was wrong, on so many levels, and yet...
Dante felt his own arousal growing again, his cock swelling against the fabric of his pajamas. The realization that his own mother was checking him out, that she was lusting after his cock, was intoxicating. He had always thought of his mother as a beautiful woman, but the thought of her desiring him was something he had never allowed himself to consider.
The kitchen light cast shadows across their faces, playing hide and seek with Jasmine's features. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and uncertain, and Dante knew that he had a choice to make. He could either walk away, pretend he had never seen that look, and hope that things would go back to normal, or he could give into the strange, forbidden desire that was now pulsing through his veins.
He took another step closer, close enough to feel her breath on his chest. Jasmine's eyes flicked up to his, searching for an answer, a sign of what he was thinking. But she found none, only the reflection of her own need. "Dante," she whispered, her voice a tremble.
And then, without warning, Dante's hand hooked into the waistband of his pajama pants. Jasmine's eyes widened, her heart thundering in her chest as he began to push them down. Her gaze followed the movement, unable to look away as the fabric slid over his hips, revealing the powerful muscles of his thighs. And then, his cock sprang free, thick and proud, the head glistening with pre-cum in the soft light. Jasmine's breath caught in her throat, her eyes locked onto the sight of her son's nakedness.
Dante watched her, his own breathing growing heavier as he revealed himself to her. Jasmine's chest rose and fell rapidly, her eyes never leaving his cock. The silence in the room was deafening, broken only by the sound of their ragged breaths. The air was electric, charged with a tension that Jasmine had never felt before.
"Mom," Dante said, his voice thick with arousal. Jasmine felt a tremor run through her body at the sound of his voice, the intimate way he said it. He stepped closer, close enough that she could feel the heat of him, close enough that she could see the pulse in the vein along the length of his shaft.
"Is this what you wanted to see?" he asked. Jasmine's eyes were wide with shock and disbelief. She hadn't expected this, hadn't anticipated the situation turning into something so... explicit. But she couldn't deny the thrill that was building in her stomach, the way her pussy was clenching with need.