Fetishized

While Robert was still thinking of his sister and Erica, he made it to his house in record time. His blood was boiling when he saw two real girls kissing, not chicks on the Internet. The potencies of his sister and Erica, wow. He reasoned, "No, not Carmen; she's a good girl. The worst kind, the kind who didn't care how beautiful she was".

He discovered his mother peeling potatoes at the kitchen sink. He detoured rather than going directly to the bathroom after giving it some thought.

"Are you cooking anything?"He asked.

"Yes." Why did you ask?"

He stood behind her and kept repeating in his head, "Orva." In recent times, he had been thinking of her as Orva. His lips became dry. Each sphere of her magnificent ass was divided by the paint on her pants.

"Why not get some pizza? Is it true that Dad will spend the weekend in Atlanta?". He felt bad for looking at her buttocks. A deep groove divides two perfect halves of a wonderful whole.

"I had frozen pork chops." She kept washing a potato.

"Oh my gosh, pizza is a thousand times better than pork chops."

"Sorry, too late."

He imitated her washing motion by placing his hands under her arms. "Do you require any assistance?"

"Yes." She replied.

Robert regretted trying to be cute. He told himself that it was nothing. It's only her sides. However, ribs did not tingle or feel like that. He had never felt her breasts in that way when he hugged her before. They touched his forearms as they protruded past the sides of her body.

He was aware that he should have extended his arms outward, but instead he tightened his muscles so that they dug deeper into the supple, enigmatic flesh.

“Wasn't that the same as touching her tits with intent?”, His fetish brain struck him with a question.

"Wash up first," she said as she grabbed his hands and submerged them in the hot water.

He was burned by the water, but he didn't move. His hands were connected to hers. Her soapy fingers dug deep into the webbing as they moved between his. His palms were pressed against by her thumbs. When he realized he wasn't breathing, he took a big breath in. He told himself to move back, just back up, and move away. He positioned his groin against the downward slope of his mother's lower back. His guilt grew as his penis pulsed. Her rump's outward push conforms to his body. The space at the top of her buttock was where his throbbing balls were resting.

“Can she feel it?”,He thought to himself as he adjusted himself.

"Peel the remaining ones and cut them into cubes."

He gasped when he heard her voice. "Okay, ah".

"I need to finish something. After that, I'll do the mash," she said.

"I really appreciate it," she said.

"No issue." She was wearing no bra as she made her way towards her room, her enormous breasts flapping in front of her thin blouse. He was about to pass out.

Robert didn't faint later, but while peeling the potatoes, he did cut himself twice. He finished and went straight to his room without removing his uncompromising boner and gaining control.

Patty, his cousin, enjoyed meditation. She claimed that it helped her become a better race car driver because it freed her from all thoughts. Robert tried meditation by sitting in his desk chair and taking several deep, calming breaths. His emotions were the flying debris that smashed everything in its path, and his thoughts were like a tornado.

He had always referred to her as "Mom" and had been calling her that for years. Why did he suddenly recognize her as Orva once more? What had modified? He pictured Derek's mother as sexy in her own right; he wouldn't turn her down if she wanted to have sex with him; however, he was certain that Derek didn't massage her or get hard on her. The emotions, feelings, and ferocious desires that came along with it were more important than the erection itself. He had lost his mind and had the potency to cross a line in a split second that would have altered his life forever.

He was shocked and saved from this wild thoughts when a knock came at his door. "Katie, come in," he said.

He swung his chair in the direction of the door. "What?"

Standing in front of him, she observed her feet from below. "Um." She did not glance up.

"What is that?" He inquired. "What's going on?"

She raised her head, "Dad said, I'd be better at softball if you didn't coddle me all the time."

He pulled her onto his lap and said, "Oh."

When she rested her head on his shoulder, his infant daughter emerged once more.

"Why doesn't he like me?" His neck warmed from her breath.

"It's not true. Naturally, he does." He looked her in the eyes and moved her face in front of him.

He could have lost himself in them because they were so blue.

"Don't worry, I won't stop cuddling you. He just wants you to be strong when you get older".

"I love you," and pressed her lips against his.

Her cheeks were flushed as she finally backed away. She expressed gratitude. "I always feel better because of you."

‘What the f*** did that mean?’ He needed to talk to Carmen because she understood what he was saying about girls. He tried not to resumed his efforts to resolve his mom's situation. But he couldn't.

"What if she had touched him?". He thought.