Here I am, back from the dead lol I've been watching Bates Motel for 3 years now and this year, I have decided to take up on my wishes and finish at least one idea of their incest-filled relationship. Love this pairing, despite its twisted way. I hope y'all like it. Review it with your opinions!
Their bodies were sensually grinding against each other, dancing in the rhythm of the slow-beat song playing through Norma's old sound system. As the woman in his arms slowly got away from him, her soft warm hand in his chest as she whirled around him and his head suddenly got dizzy. That's what he was. Disoriented and crazy, but crazy in love. He was in love with his own mother and nothing nor nobody would ever stop that from happening.
He knew things weren't like that in other homes. He knew mothers weren't supposed to cuddle you or kiss your neck and sigh satisfied as they pressed their lithe forms against you. Mothers were supposed to hold you with affection but not that much. Not that he was complaining, of course. Norma Bates was a true captivating piece of art in her own ways and he knew, not even in her worst mornings, that she never looked frumpy or undesirable in any case. But with the way her body moved against his, Norman's mind couldn't wrap around a well-ruminated thought for too long.
So he let it all go and focused once again on his mother as his eyes descended to her lush red dress. It clung to her curves, openly revealing him something he wasn't supposed to see. Something she should keep to her lovers and not her own son. But then again, he was her son and her lover. He was her everything, her harbor for all hours. Norman suddenly found himself wanting that woman for him once again and what started as a slow-danced act of trust and love turned into frenzy. Norman looked at her, his now short breath coming out in puffs against her ivory skin and finally, his mother stopped dancing and truly looked at him.
She had seen that look so many times before. She could remember the first one even now, after so many months. It was right after she gave him that kiss, her true act of despair in seeing him trying to kill himself for something she didn't find that wrong at all. Her son may be a psycho but he only killed bad people. His father, that drunken excuse of a husband she maintained for too long only for Norman's sake. His teacher, a slut who slept with every man she could find, including Norman. She couldn't wrap her mind around that fact, not even now. How could Norman give himself to such a dirty woman? Not that it mattered now, anyways. He was hers to have.
Norman kept on staring at her, his eyes darkening with each passed second and she decided to take him out of his misery. Her hands came up to his neck, fingers running through his short brown hair. Her calves tensed as she went on her tiptoes and brushed her succulent lips against his. That seemed to take him out of his reverie, as he took her strongly by the waist and kissed her hard, his tongue sliding through her lips and along her own tongue. As Norma slowly caressed his back, he finished the kiss off with a slow, lingering peck.
Now it was Norma's turn to be out of breath, as she slowly closed her eyes and gave herself over to her son. He took the opportunity and kissed her again, his body responding to hers unsurprisingly. She had the presence to try and gain dominance over this kiss, but it was, as always, fruitless. Norman himself ended this second kiss, separating their bodies in order to look properly at her and take her sweaty hand away from his back. He intertwined his fingers with her feminine ones as they walked slowly, savoring each step and stopped in front of the couch.
He sat down with a huff, breaking the sexed up mood and looking up at his mother, smiled in that goofy way that made Norma's chest swell up with devotion, love and heat. He patted his thighs, clearly motioning for her to sit on his lap. And as soon as her ass was well rested against the flexed muscles of his upper legs, he began to kiss her once again, his hands coming to rest on her lower back and softly pushing and pulling her into a well-known motion. That was no surprise so Norma let herself enjoy it for all its worth. Her hands came up his shoulders, squeezing and travelling to his chest, trying to slowly undo his completely buttoned-up blue shirt. Such a mama's boy. She loved him for it.
After long moan-filled minutes, her hands slowed down, lightly caressing his lean torso as their kisses became even fiercer and longer. Their breath mixed and turned the once light atmosphere into a hot and heavy inferno. Norma tried to control herself, she truly did, but there was her son, breaking their kiss to gaze into her eyes with such longing, such unfulfilled longing, that she found herself whimpering softly behind her teeth and lowering her head to place heated lips against his strong throat.
She licked up to his earlobe, biting it softly before whispering "Take me, Norman. Please… Let me give you some loving. Mama's gonna give you love." She felt him shiver under her, and looking up at his face with darkened eyes, her ears caught the most softly uttered words of the night, "Yes, mother. Give me all your love."