Chapter 6
When she stepped out of the shower, Jasmine saw her robe in the hamper. The sight of the dried cum was a stark reminder of her transgression. She felt a knot in her stomach, a tangible weight of what she had done. Jasmine dressed quickly, her mind racing with the potential consequences of their actions. How could she face him? What would she say?
The day dragged on, a slow march toward an inevitable confrontation. Jasmine went through the motions, her mind rehearsing various scenarios, trying to find the right words. Would he bring it up? Would he act as if nothing had happened? Would the air between them be thick with tension, or would it be filled with the same casual ease as before?
The house was eerily quiet without Dante's presence, the silence echoing her fears. Jasmine threw herself into her work, cleaning, cooking, anything to keep her hands busy and her mind off the inevitable. The sun arced across the sky, and she found herself checking the clock every few minutes, willing the time to pass.
Finally, the front door creaked open, and Jasmine's heart skipped a beat. She could hear the sound of his footsteps, his backpack hitting the floor. The kitchen door swung open, and there he was, looking at her with the same curiosity that had filled his eyes the night before. Jasmine's throat went dry as she turned to face him, her eyes searching his for answers she wasn't sure she wanted to find.
"Dante," she began, her voice barely above a whisper. "I need to talk to you."
The words tumbled out of her, a desperate apology. "I'm so sorry about last night. I don't know what came over me. It was wrong, and I never should have... " Jasmine couldn't bring herself to say the words, her cheeks burning with shame.
Dante took a step towards her, his hand reaching out as if to comfort her. "Don't be sorry," he said firmly. "It's okay."
Jasmine's eyes widened in disbelief. "How can you say that? I'm your mother! What happened was...it's just not okay!"
He stopped her with a gentle touch on her arm, his voice soothing. "Mom, I'm not a kid anymore. I know what happened was...different, but I liked it and I think you did too."
Jasmine's eyes snapped to his, a mix of shock and disbelief. "Dante, what are you saying?"
"Mom," he said with a small smile, "you're not the first person to react this way." He took a step closer, his hand finding its way to hers, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver up her spine.
Jasmine's eyes searched his, looking for any sign of distress or discomfort. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice shaking.
Dante squeezed her hand gently. "I've had...other experiences with girls who've noticed how big I am," he confessed, his cheeks coloring slightly.
Her eyes widened, the realization sinking in. Jasmine felt a strange mix of emotions – arousal, jealousy, and a sudden sense of possessiveness. She had never thought of her son in this way, but now that she had, she couldn't ignore the undeniable attraction. "Your... thing," she murmured, "it's just so big."
Dante's cheeks turned a darker shade of red, but he held her gaze. "Yeah, I know. Did you like looking at it?"
The silence between them grew heavier, charged with unspoken desires and the weight of their shared secret. Jasmine took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "Yes," she admitted, her voice barely audible.
He nodded, understanding in his eyes. "I know," he said softly. "I could see it in your eyes."
Jasmine felt a warmth spread through her, his hand enveloping hers. She couldn't believe she was standing here, talking to her son about his cock, but there was something oddly comforting about it. The memory of the night before played out in her mind like a vivid film reel. She remembered the way it had felt in her hand, the way it had pulsed with life as he came, and the way she had watched, fascinated and horrified by her own desire.
"Dante," Jasmine began, her voice shaking. "What we did...it can't happen again."
He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her neck. "Why not?" he whispered, his voice filled with a hunger she had never heard from him before. "It felt good, didn't it?"
Jasmine's pulse quickened, and she couldn't help but nod. "Yes," she murmured, her eyes slipping shut as she remembered. "It did."
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