The public bus was packed, as it always was after school. The crush of bodies and the hum of conversation filled the air, making it difficult to think. Amidst the chaos, I spotted my mother, a beacon of strength and independence, standing near the front of the bus.
I maneuvered my way through the crowd, trying to get closer to her without being too obvious. I'd been having impure thoughts about her lately, and I couldn't help but feel aroused at the sight of her. As I got closer, I noticed that she was wearing a skirt and blouse, an outfit that I found particularly alluring. I couldn't help but stare at her legs and the curve of her hips.
Suddenly, the bus came to a stop, causing me to stumble forward. My backpack shifted, and I accidentally grabbed my mother's butt to steady myself. I was mortified. I couldn't believe what I had just done.
My mother turned around, surprised and slightly annoyed. "Watch it, kid," she said, giving me a playful insult. I was relieved, but also disappointed. I had been expecting anger, not amusement.
I tried to apologize, but my mother cut me off. "It's fine," she said. "But don't let it happen again." I nodded, feeling both relieved and disappointed. I took a seat next to her, trying to keep my distance but unable to take my eyes off of her.
As the bus journey continued, I couldn't help but feel more and more attracted to my mother. I started to imagine what it would be like to touch her skin, to feel her body against mine. I knew I shouldn't be having these thoughts, but I couldn't help it. I was starting to see my mother in a whole new light.
My mother noticed my gaze and gave me a knowing look. "You're getting older, huh?" she said, teasing me. I blushed, unable to deny it. My mother chuckled and patted me on the head, treating me like a little boy even though I was growing up fast.
I tried to think of something to say, but my mind went blank. I was too caught up in my own thoughts, too aware of the woman sitting next to me. As we made our way off the bus, I accidentally brushed against my mother's breast. I was mortified, but my mother just laughed it off.
"You're such a clumsy kid," she said, giving me a playful shove. I couldn't help but feel a mix of embarrassment and excitement. I knew I shouldn't be having these thoughts, but I couldn't help it. I was starting to see my mother in a whole new light.
The rest of the walk home was a blur. I couldn't stop thinking about my mother, about the way she moved, about the sound of her laughter. I knew I had to do something about these feelings, but I didn't know what. For now, I would just have to keep them to myself.
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