An Accident, The Internet, A Hotel

100% fiction!

It happened on a weekend, when I went to visit my son
Mark at college. He lived a little less than an hour
away, not making it unusual for me to spend the night
there, rather than drive home. Sometimes I’d visit for
the day and other times to spend an evening, depending
on our respective schedules. But regardless what we did
or for how long, I was there simply to visit him.

We had a wonderful relationship, and he was never a
source of worry or problematic, when he lived at home.
And when he moved away, it broke my heart.

My weekend visits were also a way for me to share in
his college experience. In a sense, I suppose I was
living vicariously through him, albeit more directly.
When I was eighteen, I became pregnant with him, my
first child, and didn’t graduate from college until I
was twenty-six years old. During that time, I brought
three more children into the world with my husband and
that necessitated me spending the lion’s share of time
caring for them.

I took classes when I could here and there, but what I
missed out on was the social life of a college student.
While my peers were out dancing and going to parties, I
was at home changing diapers. Not that I felt somehow
cheated out of my rightful due, rather visiting Mark
afforded me the opportunity to occasionally sample the
lifestyle I never had the chance to partake in.

Sometimes we’d catch a movie, maybe go out to dinner
and stop by a nearby bar for some dancing, and other
times we’d go someplace quiet and talk, catching up and
exchanging stories from school and home. Maybe it was
bowling, Frisbee golf, or going for a bike ride. We
rarely made definite plans, preferring to go along with
wherever the time and mood took us.

It was the weekend before the start of spring break of
his sophomore year. His dad and I had plans for
Saturday, so I drove up to visit Mark Friday evening
with the intent on spending the night and driving home
in the morning.

He had just turned 21 years old and, standing at a
solid six feet, towered over me by a good seven inches.
He was built like his dad: large and strong and with
the same jovial demeanor and ever-present smile on his
face. All mothers like to say it, and I’m no different,
but Mark was a very handsome young man. He had a
serious girlfriend named Beth, and I don’t think there
was a doubt in anyone’s mind that they would probably
wed one day.

When I did go to visit him, sometimes I stayed in his
room in the resident hall, although at times it could
be quite noisy there long into the night on the
weekends. So there were occasions when I’d get a hotel
room, in order to get a solid night of sleep. On this
particular weekend, I stayed with Mark in his room.

Something else I should mention is that I have a
tendency to move around quite a bit in my sleep. More
than a few times, I’d toss and turn so much, that I’d
roll right out of bed and onto the floor with a heavy
thump, usually bonking my head. At home, my husband and
I had our bed against a wall. I’d sleep on the inside,
while he slept on the outside, thus preventing me from
rolling out.

When I stayed with Mark, he did likewise, sleeping next
to me in his small dorm room bed. Even though he never
said as much, I knew he didn’t like it. He was a big
fella after all, and with two of us in his tiny bed,
and compound on that my incessant movement during the
night, he probably didn’t get much sleep.

And so it was on that Friday night, after we had
returned to his room from an evening of dancing at the
bars, that we crawled into bed and went to sleep. Very
early, in the wee hours of the morning, I awoke briefly
and rolled over, facing Mark. When I did so, my hand
inadvertently landed on his groin. And in that moment
of semi-consciousness, I realized he had an erection
under his shorts. Of course, in that state of mind, it
didn’t quite click as to whom it was sleeping next to
me.

At home in bed with my husband, there had been numerous
times over the years that something very similar had
happened. I snuggled up closer to Mark, still unaware
it was him, and slipped my hand under the waistband of
his shorts, wrapping my fingers around him. I remember
smiling to myself and began slowly stroking him, still
lying there with my eyes closed and my mind half
asleep. I felt his chest rise and he began to stir ever
so slightly. Sensing he was enjoying the sensations I
was giving him, I carefully pushed his shorts down with
my hand, and resumed stroking him.

He was long and very rigid, very warm. I suppose in my
mind, I thought I was at home with my husband. So when
Mark put his hands on mine, still firmly wrapped around
his cock, I simply allowed him to do as he wished. With
both his hands on mine, he began gently thrusting his
hips, driving his cock through my fingers. And after
another minute or so, he groaned and I felt his cock
swell and begin spurting. After he came, I remember
smiling in my state of semi-sleep, and running my hand
all over his chest. Then I drifted off into
unconsciousness.

I’m not sure how much time had passed, but the next
thing I recall, I was lying on my back and felt an
intense tingling between my legs. I moaned softly and
spread my knees, probably thinking it was a wonderful
wet dream. Then I felt something enter me. My mind was
still in a haze, and I spread my knees further and
reached down between my legs.

To my surprise, I felt a hand already there, two
fingers massaging deep inside me. It didn’t even dawn
on me to wonder who was doing this. It felt so good,
that I didn’t even care. When my orgasm struck, I
whimpered and snapped my legs tightly around the hand
giving me so much pleasure. And then I drifted once
more into sleepy oblivion.

When I awoke, Mark was sleeping soundly next to me. I
slowly sat up, wiping the sleep from my eyes, and
looked around. The sun was already shining brightly
through the window. I looked over at the clock on his
desk and, when I saw the time, I jumped out of bed. It
was nearly 10am and I was supposed to be home by 11am.
Mark sat up, still groggy, and watched me search for my
clothes. I still had on my blouse, though it was
completely unbuttoned and hanging open. The straps of
my bra were also hanging down my shoulders, allowing my
breasts to jiggle loosely in the cups.

"Where’s my panties?" I asked, frantically searching
around on the floor. I was in such a hurry that I
pushed aside any pause to consider why I wasn’t wearing
them. And I didn’t care that my own son was watching me
nude from the waist down.

He made a tentative movement to look around on the bed,
but I found them on the floor and quickly stepped into
them.

"Your shorts are over there," he said softly, pointing
to the door to his room. "Ok, thanks," I replied,
hastily buttoning my blouse, and then walked over to
retrieve my shorts. I slipped them up my legs, and then
went back to his bed and sat down, pulling on my shoes.
Mark lay there leaning on one elbow watching me.

When my shoes were on, I stepped over to his mirror and
quickly checked my hair. Then I grabbed my purse off
his desk and shot for the door. Just as I opened it, I
turned around. He was staring at me with a slightly
confused smile on his face. I grinned briefly, and then
closed his door and walked back over to him. Leaning
down, I gave him a quick peck on the forehead, told him
I loved him, and that I’d see him in a few days, when
he came home for spring break.

It wasn’t until I was at last driving home that I had
time to take in everything that had happened. It all
started to slowly come back to me. At first I wondered
about not having my panties on, and that led to trying
to recall what had transpired during the night. I was
sitting at a red light when suddenly I thought, "Oh
God! Did he fuck me?!"

With no other cars around, I quickly turned into a gas
station and jumped out of the car, dashing for the
restroom. Inside, I locked the door behind me and
unzipped my shorts. My hands were trembling with fear,
as I pushed down my panties. I used my fingers to
gingerly spread myself open, hoping I wouldn’t find any
sign that we’d had intercourse during the night; that
is, there wouldn’t be any semen. I felt around on the
outside, and carefully slipped a finger into myself. I
sighed in relief, when it came out with nothing
clinging to it. Then I quickly dressed and resumed the
drive home.

For the next forty-five minutes, I thought about what
we had done. It all seemed like a dream, but a very
real and vivid one. For my part, if I can plead any
kind of defense, I had no idea where I was or what I
was doing. Did Mark? That’s what I wondered. Did he
remove my panties or did I? In that state of mind, I
very well could have done it.

There’d been more than a few times when my husband and
I had sex during the night and, come morning, I didn’t
recall much of it. My bedtime clothes would be
scattered on the floor of our bedroom, but I didn’t
recall taking them off, though I know I must have. I
told myself it would be ok. It wasn’t like we had sex.
It was merely a momentary lapse in judgment when both
of our capacities for rational thought weren’t
functioning at their fullest.

I began to wonder what Mark was thinking about all of
this. Was he mad? No, I thought, he couldn’t be. He
must have known what he was doing, when he had his
fingers inside me. And, God, was that an intense
orgasm. The more I thought about it, the less it
bothered me; the more I came to accept it. And by the
time I arrived home, I was actually trying to relive
some of it in my mind; trying to recall the intense
pleasure I had felt, both in giving and receiving.

The next day, around noon, the phone rang and my
husband answered it. I came out of my office to the
living room where he sat. He was talking to Mark. I sat
on the steps next to the couch and listened, and when
my husband saw me, he smiled, as he talked with our
son.

"Ok," he said. "No problem. See ya later. Bye."

"That Mark?" I asked.

My husband hung up the phone and nodded. "Said he’s
gonna stay at school over break. Everyone is going
somewhere at his job, so he told his boss he’d stick
around to help pick up the slack for the week."

He went back to reading his book, while I sat there
wringing my hands.

"That all he said?" I asked, trying to hide my
nervousness.

He turned a page and nodded. "Yep," he replied.

I slowly stood and walked back to my little office.
Inside, I closed the door behind me and looked at the
phone on my desk. I walked over and picked it up,
quietly dialing Mark’s number. Then he answered.

"Hello?"

I gripped the phone with both hands and tried to sound
normal.

"Hey..." I said softly.

"Oh, hey. I just talked to dad. He tell ya? I’m gonna
stay here for the week, since we’re gonna be
shorthanded."

My mouth was dry and I went to speak, but only coughed.

Mark chuckled. "You ok?"

"Yeah," I said.

"So... You’re just gonna work then?"

"Well, it’d be nice to have the extra money," he
replied.

I wrapped my hand around the cord. "And you’re...
you’re ok, though?" I asked hesitantly.

"Yeah, I’m fine."

"You’re not mad?"

"Why would I be mad?" he said with a light laugh.

I closed my eyes and sighed in relief. "Alright," I
said. "I guess I’ll talk to you later. Bye. I love
you."

"I love you, too... and hey, I’m not mad... about
anything."

My heart nearly stopped, when he said that. "O-ok," I
stuttered and hung up.

I pushed the phone across my desk and sat down heavily
in my chair, not knowing what to think of that
conversation.

Tuesday morning, I was online chatting with a friend
via instant messenger. No sooner had he left, than Mark
came on. I don’t know why, but my heart suddenly
started racing. Just as I was sending him a message,
one from him popped up on my screen.

"Hey what’s up?"

"Was just chatting with a fella. How’re you?"

"Fine," he replied.

And then I froze. I didn’t know what to say. Even
though we weren’t exactly face-to-face, it did feel a
bit awkward. I tried to think of something to say.

"And how is work?"

"Just fine," he said.

"Well, that’s good."

I can’t say for sure, but he seemed to be having the
same sense of unease, as myself. Typically, when we
talked online together, it was fast-paced. The only
time it slowed down was when something distracted us on
our respective side of the keyboard. But it was
becoming obvious that something was different now.

"Who were you talking to?" he asked.

"Oh, no one really. Just a guy I met online a few
months ago."

"Having net sex with him? Lol."

I chuckled. The truth is, yeah, I sort of wanted to. He
lives on the other side of the country, but I’m
certainly not the type to go fooling around behind my
husband’s back. God, no! I suppose I looked at it as
merely a bit of harmless fun. But to be honest, yeah,
sometimes I get bored, like anyone else, and, well, I
masturbate just to pass the time.

"That would be none of your business, pal!" I replied,
but perhaps as an unconscious tease, added, "And so
what, if I was? Jealous or something? :P"

There was a brief pause, and then Mark replied, "I
don’t know! Should I be?? :D"

I smirked. That was a good question. In a way, yes, I
wanted him to be a little jealous.

"He just wanted to see what I was wearing, that’s all.
No biggie."

There was a pause, and then Mark replied, "You showed
him on your webcam?"

"Yeah, of course. How else would he see me?"

Mark paused, and started typing.

"What did you show him? Just curious."

My heart began racing again and I replied, "Wanna see?"

"Sure"

I turned my webcam on and, with a shaking hand, reached
up and angled the camera atop my monitor downward. Mark
could now see me. I glanced up at the black eye of the
camera and tried to smile, giving him a quick wave.

"Hi there!" he typed.

I chuckled. "Hi there, back at ya, mister!"

I took a deep breath and waited. Then he began typing.

"That’s it?" he asked. "You just showed him this?"

I fidgeted in my chair, replying, "Well... yeah,
sorta."

"Sorta?"

"I sorta showed him more. It was just some harmless
fun, is all. Nothing major."

"Ohhhhh ok. If you say so!!" he said.

Now my hands were visibly shaking, making it difficult
to type.

"Um... wanna see?" I asked. But then I paused, just
before hitting the send button. This was it. I’d be
making a step in that certain direction. And what if I
was wrong about all of this? What if Mark wanted to
forget what happened the previous weekend? Just as
important, and perhaps more so, was why couldn’t I get
it out of my head? Why did I keep dwelling on it,
replaying it in my mind? Before I could put too much
thought into it, I clicked on the send button.

I waited for what seemed like forever, but was probably
only a few seconds.

"sure" came his terse reply.

I swallowed and took a deep breath, pushing my chair
back from the desk. I reached up and angled the camera
more to take in a shot of my entire torso. I smiled
nervously at the black eye staring back at me, but
quickly looked away. It wasn’t just a random viewer
watching me. It was my son. That black lens was his
eyes looking directly at me; looking at my body.

Still nervously shaking, my hands went to the hem of my
sweatshirt and pulled it over my head in one quick
movement. I dropped it to the side on the floor and sat
back in my chair, placing my hands in my lap, sitting
there in my white bra facing the monitor, trying to
avoid eye contact with the camera. My chest rose
sharply as I breathed, knowing Mark was taking me in.
After about a minute of silence, he began typing again.

"That seems harmless."

I grinned and leaned forward to the keyboard.

"Told ya!" I replied, and then quickly sat back.

"You shown other guys this?" he asked.

I leaned forward again. "Um... Yeah, a few."

"This is all you show them?"

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, as I typed
an answer.

"No," I said, typing slowly. "Sometimes I show them
more. Not always, but sometimes. Depends on my mood."

Another brief pause, and Mark asked what else I showed
them. This time, I didn’t hesitate. I knew if I did, I
wouldn’t follow through on it. I pushed away from the
desk and, without looking at the camera, reached back
behind me and unclasped my bra, letting it fall from my
shoulders. I pulled it off my arms and dropped it to
the floor with my shirt. Then I sat back, placing my
hands on the arms of the chair, staring back at the
monitor.

Mark didn’t say anything for a long time. I built up my
courage, and then slowly brought one hand up to my
breast and began caressing it. The flickering ember
that had been lit earlier during my previous
conversation with my friend was now being rekindled.

I made myself forget who it was watching me and took my
other hand and placed it at the top of my shorts. Then
I slowly pushed it under the waistband. When my fingers
made contact with my vagina, my jaw dropped slightly
and I sighed, closing my eyes. I didn’t care who it was
now on the other side of the keyboard.

I began gently massaging my clit, while simultaneously
caressing my erect nipple. And very soon, I let my head
fall back and lost myself in the brief moment of self-
pleasure.

When I felt the first twinge of an orgasm approaching,
I suddenly remembered Mark. I quickly lifted my head to
see if he had sent me a message. Nothing new was on the
screen and I feared he might have left. I leaned
forward and began typing.

"Still there?" I asked.

I waited for a reply, and when it finally arrived, I
sighed in relief.

"Yes," he said.

I pushed one hand back down my shorts and very
awkwardly typed with the other.

"You hard?" I asked.

"Yes," came a quick reply.

"Want me to take off my shorts?"

There was a pause, and then he said yes. I pushed my
chair back and stood up. Were it any other guy, I would
have taken my time doing this in order to be a tease,
but instead I hurriedly pushed them down my legs,
panties included. When they were pooled around my
ankles, I stepped out of them and kicked them off to
the side. Then I sat down in my chair, spreading my
legs and pushing my ass forward a bit so he could see
better.

Now my body had gone into autopilot. It wasn’t Mark, my
son, any longer, but simply another guy on the
Internet. I leaned forward to the keyboard, asking what
he thought. "Nice," he replied, followed up rapidly
with, "Very sexy". A devilish grin grew across my face
and I leaned back, pushing my knees apart and lewdly
playing with my vagina, working my way back to where my
orgasm had left off.

After a few minutes, just on the brink of erupting, I
shot back to the keyboard and asked if he was still
hard. He said he was and I asked how hard? "VERY" he
replied. I glanced up at the camera and smiled, then
asked if he was going to cum soon. "YES!" he said.

"Me too," I typed. Then I leaned back and brought
myself to orgasm, writhing in my chair, groaning loudly
and holding my legs up high and far apart. And as it
slowly ebbed, I did as I always had when I performed
this same act with someone online, and licked my
fingers clean, occasionally pausing to gently pinch my
nipples and pull outward on them.

When I had finally caught my breath, I smiled up at the
camera and winked, wiping a hand over my brow. I pulled
my chair back to the keyboard and asked if he had cum.

"hell yes!!!" came his speedy reply.

I laughed, typing back, "That was fun!"

He started typing, but then I realized it was going to
become awkward again, if I didn’t do something.

"I better go get cleaned up," I said. "You gonna be
around tomorrow?"

"Fuck I came hard!!!" he said in his message. Then he
quickly replied to mine, asking what time I would be
online the next day. I wrote back saying probably the
same time, and he said that would work for him, too.

"See ya then!" I said, waving to the camera.

"Bye!"

Then I blew him a kiss and logged out.

God, I couldn’t believe I’d just masturbated with my
son. Then I chuckled and shook my head, thinking it
wasn’t exactly the first time for that. But I also felt
a sense of relief. It wasn’t so bad, what we did. It
wasn’t as though we didn’t know what we were doing this
time. In fact, in a way, it almost made me feel a
little closer to him, as though our relationship had
expanded. Not so much changed, as it was more modified.
I almost felt elated.

The next morning, I rushed around the bedroom, trying
to find something a bit sexier to wear for him. I found
a lacey push-up bra and a pair of pink thongs with only
a tiny triangular patch of fabric covering my vagina.
Over this I wore my usual shorts and t-shirt, and then
headed down to my office in the house.

I had my camera on, while I waited for him, and then he
arrived. My heart began racing and my knees wobbled. We
chatted briefly, but we both knew why we were there. I
asked if he was ready to have fun again, to which he
replied with an enthusiastic, "Hell yes!!"

This time, however, I was more deliberate in removing
my clothing. I’d take off my shirt and let the image of
my breasts, the nipples just poking up over the edge of
the bra, get him excited. Then I had him beg me to
remove it, as well as my shorts and panties. To be
honest, I was just as eager to get naked as he was for
me to do so. And when I was completely nude in my
chair, we chatted for a few minutes.

"Can you lick your nipples?" he asked.

I chuckled and looked up at the camera atop my monitor,
rolling my eyes. He laughed, but then I sat back and
scooped up one of my breasts and tried to lean down and
lick it. I’m only a decent B cup, so there isn’t much
leeway for such carnal acrobatics as that, but I
managed to get close enough.

"That’s REALLY sexy!!" he exclaimed happily.

I laughed, replying, "Well, either my tongue isn’t long
enough or my boobs aren’t quite big enough for that!"

"You have really cute boobs!" he said.

I smirked, saying, "Oh? They’re just ‘cute’? Gee,
thanks. :P" Then I glanced up at the camera and stuck
out my tongue. Mark laughed once again and said he
thought they were sexy. "That’s better," I typed with a
chuckle.

I let one hand drop between my legs, and then asked if
he was getting hard.

"Been hard for a while!!" he said.

"Mmm," I replied. "Wish I could see that! ;)"

"Me, too."

Just then, my stomach fluttered. The words simply came
out on their own, but now that I thought about it, I
really wasn’t opposed to the idea. My fingers slipped
across my wet clit, sending a gentle spark through my
body. I closed my eyes and sighed. When I opened them,
Mark had sent me a message.

"Is your pussy wet?"

I looked up at the camera and nodded, smiling dreamily.
Then I brought my hand to my mouth and licked my
fingers.

"How’s it taste?" he asked.

"Mmm," I replied. "Delicious!"

"You like tasting yourself?"

Once more, I looked at the camera and grinned, licking
my fingers seductively for him.

And as I continued to play with myself, his next
message nearly made me erupt into an orgasm.

"I’d love to taste you," he said.

I slumped back in my chair and groaned loudly,
spreading my legs wide. I was getting closer to orgasm
and, in my delirium, asked if he would have rather had
me suck him off that night, instead of using my hand?

"YESSS!!!!" he exclaimed.

Teetering on the brink of orgasm and barely capable of
typing, I hastily replied, "I’d love to feel you cum in
my mouth." Then, just before it struck home, I added,
"I’d swallow for you."

That’s when my orgasm took over. I managed to have a
moment of clarity in thought, and quickly reached for
my mouse, clicking on the sound, allowing Mark to hear
me in the throws of passion, as well as watch me.

I moaned loudly, humping against both my hands, one
fingering myself deeply while the other stimulated my
clit.

"Oh fuck," I cried. "...oh fuck, I’m cumming!"

I opened my eyes just in time to see Mark say he was
cumming, as well. I smiled and threw my head back,
holding my legs out wide so he could get the best
possible view.

When my orgasm finally subsided, I sat in the chair
with my arms hanging down to the side limp and my legs
straight out.

"Fuck!" came a message from him. "That was HOT!"

I managed a weak grin and tried to raise my hand to
wave. Then I sat up and, with much effort, pulled my
chair to the desk. Just as I started typing, Mark sent
me a message.

"Is your pussy all red and wet?"

I chuckled and glanced up at the camera, giving him a
wicked smile.

"Wanna see for yourself?" I asked.

"YES" he replied eagerly.

I stood from my chair and took a step back, and then
reached for the camera, trying to hold it steady, as I
brought it down. I moved my chair to the side and put
one leg on the seat, slowly bringing the camera down
and angling it up so he could get a good view between
my legs. With my free hand, I spread myself open for
him.

"Fuck, that is sexy as hell."

With the camera still down there, I slipped my index
finger inside me and held myself open for him.

"Shit that is smoking hot," he said.

I carefully raised the camera, setting it atop the
monitor, and then looked directly at it and smiled,
sticking my index finger in my mouth and swirling my
tongue around it. Then, once again without any
forethought, I typed, "Bet you wish that was your hot
cock inside me, huh?" I hit send, and then remembered
to whom I had said that.

"...oh damn..." I mumbled.

To my relief, Mark only winked in reply. Still, I felt
like perhaps I’d gone a bit too far in saying that in
our little online game. After all, to me, that’s what
this was: nothing more than a silly role-playing
excursion. However, in saying that, I added a bit more
realism, and perhaps even sincerity, to it.

We chatted for a few more minutes, though it was rather
cute when he asked me not to put my clothes back on so
soon afterwards. God, I felt like a high school girl
all over again. I bit my finger and giggled and asked
him why?

"Cuz you look sexy like that!" he said.

"Ya think so?" I asked coyly.

"Hell yes!"

"Alright," I replied. "Maybe I’ll sit here in the buff
for ya. How’d that suit ya?"

"Just great!" he said.

So we talked for a short time, and once in a while, I’d
let one of my hands slide across my breast, pausing for
a moment to pull on the nipple, keeping it nice and
erect for my audience of one.

Before our little session of erotic fun ended, he once
again complimented me on my looks. I couldn’t help but
blush and thanked him.

Later while I was taking a shower, I had an idea. I got
out and dried off, and went down to find our digital
camera. Every now and then, I’d take a few pictures for
my husband and send them to him at work; just a little
something to brighten his day. Sometimes I was naked or
partially so, and other times they would merely be
pictures of me clothed around the house. I decided to
send Mark a few.

I had a closet full of different types of lingerie, so
I took pictures of me in several of them, also in
various stages of undress. After I had filled up the
camera, I took it down to my office and uploaded them
to my computer, and then emailed a few to him. A couple
hours later, while checking my mail, I got a reply from
Mark about my pictures.

"What a sexy redheaded babe! :D"

I giggled and blushed, and then sent him a few more and
said thanks for the nice compliment.

For about the next two weeks, we’d make it a habit of
meeting online at certain times of the day to have fun.
And our conversations grew progressively more explicit,
until we were finally talking about what we wanted to
do with the other person. But it almost always reached
its crescendo once we hit orgasm. After that, it
petered out quite a bit. That sort of became the
unwritten rule of our game: leading up to and during
orgasm, you could say whatever you like, but
afterwards, we toned it down a lot more; things went
back to normal. And it got to the point where, in a
way, as odd as it may seem, I really didn’t think of it
as my son on the other end, but just this really sexy
guy I knew. And another strange benefit was that it
made me much more sexually aroused by the time my
husband got home from work.

I already had quite a libido, but doing this with Mark
seemed to amplify it. My husband and I had a very
active sex life, as it was, but this was like giving it
a shot of adrenaline. There were times when I couldn’t
wait for him to come to bed and fuck me. And there were
also times when I didn’t wait. Once he stepped inside
the house, I’d drag him to the bedroom and throw myself
at him. He never complained, either.

One day, after getting off with Mark, I was putting my
bra back on, when he asked if I was coming for a visit
soon. I tried to make it a habit of going at least once
a month, and it was about that time again.

"Sure!" I chirped happily. Then I had to think about
it. It was one thing to play this game online with
someone, but something else entirely to actually meet
face-to-face. Not that I ever had or would, but my
weekend visits were fairly routine. I enjoyed them,
often looking forward to them, and I kept telling
myself that I didn’t want this game to adversely affect
our relationship. If I didn’t go, that’s what would
happen.

He and I would both know the reason I wasn’t coming to
visit. And, eventually, he’d be coming home at some
point, whether for a holiday or weekend trip of his
own. I’d have to bite the bullet on this one. The ball
was in my court and I’d have to act. If I wanted to
maintain some semblance of normalcy, then I’d have to
force it in that direction, something that at one time,
before we started engaging in this behavior, had come
naturally.

The following Saturday afternoon, I drove up to Mark’s
school. The entire way there, I was a bundle of nerves.
How would we react upon seeing each other, given what
we had been doing? Though it had bothered me terribly,
from the beginning, what I had done with my own son
nearly a month ago in his room, I also came to enjoy
this new aspect of our relationship that had suddenly
blossomed out of it. But it didn’t simply come to
fruition of its own accord.

The seed may have been inadvertently sown, but a great
deal of conscious effort on both sides had gone into
enriching and propagating it. Although I was scared to
see him in person, part of me was also excited about
it; excited about the possibilities. But I tried not to
think on it. I just knew, the more I dwelled on it, the
more likely I’d turn around and go home.

So I rationalized going on the basis of maintaining our
relationship, but deep down, I also knew I had an
ulterior motive. To be on the safe side, however,
before driving to his resident hall, I stopped at a
hotel I occasionally stayed, and got myself a room for
the night, then drove over to see Mark.

I parked on the street across from his building and
walked inside. The entire way to his room, I felt
light-headed and my stomach was a churning and twisting
knot. By the time I knocked on his door, my palms were
sweaty. When he opened the door and greeted me with a
broad smile, I wanted to vomit. Thankfully, I didn’t,
though it felt like a very distinct possibility.

"Hey!" he exclaimed happily, gesturing for me to come
in. I smiled and stepped inside, wringing my hands
nervously and trying to look normal and happy. When he
shut the door behind me, I whirled around. Something
about the sound of the door shutting seemed very
definitive, like the start of a new chapter in a book.

Mark went to his tiny dorm room refrigerator and pulled
out two sodas, offering me one. I took it and sat on
the edge of his bed, while he pulled the chair out from
his desk. I took a sip and glanced at him, smiling. He
opened his can and grinned in reply. As he held the can
to his mouth, my eyes drifted behind him to his desk.

His computer sat directly behind him; the same
instrument by which we had engaged in numerous taboo
acts. I also knew that inside that computer were dozens
of pictures of me nude and sexually pleasuring myself;
pictures I had taken exclusively for him. Pictures I
had hoped would sexually arouse him, my own son. I felt
my face turning red and quickly looked away, letting my
eyes roam around his room.

"So, what’s the plan?" he asked, breaking the long
silence.

I rotated the can of soda between my fingers, staring
down at it, and shrugged. "Dunno," I replied. "Guess
it’s up to you." I brought the can to my lips and took
a sip, glancing at him from the corner of my eye. He
smiled, saying he was up for anything. I couldn’t bear
another uncomfortable silence, so I asked if he wanted
to see a movie. It was that, and then we went to dinner
afterwards.

Hours later, as we walked out of the restaurant, the
sun was just now setting below the horizon. The evening
was still young, and Mark asked if I wanted to do
anything else. I stood next to him, with my arms folded
on my chest and shrugged.

"Ok," I stammered softly.

"Wanna go play some pool?" he asked.

I shrugged and nodded. I wasn’t very good at it, but
enjoyed it all the same. And it would keep us busy;
keep us moving, avoiding those awkward moments of
silence where our minds could dwell more easily on who
it was we were with and what kind of relationship we
now had with that person; that is to say, a rather
intimate one.

We walked to a nearby bar and went inside, finding a
pool table far in the back. Near the front of the place
was a dance floor, quite empty given the early nature
of the evening. But as time passed and daylight gave
way to night, more and more college kids entered and
soon the bar was crowded to capacity, loud and smelling
of beer, cigarettes, and sexually charged appetites.

Mark and I shared a single glass of beer, though I
never really cared for the taste of that beverage.
Still, it served to loosen me up, and very soon we were
both laughing and enjoying each other’s company as
usual, as though nothing had ever changed. And when the
last ball on the table had been sunk, we set our cues
up on the rack and made our way to front of the bar.

I tugged on Mark’s sleeve and he bent down.

"Wanna dance?" I nearly yelled in his ear, given the
intense volume of lively chatter and music going on all
around us. He smiled and nodded, so I grabbed him by
the hand and pulled him through the crowd to the dance
floor. Young men and women were moving wildly about,
and very quickly Mark and I joined in.

The heavy thumping of the music always had a hypnotic
effect on me, and I soon found my mind drifting in that
direction. Mark and I danced very closely, given that
the dance floor was small and quite crowded. Our bodies
rubbed against one another and, as the music carried me
away, I became less inhibited, slithering my torso
against him and letting my hands roam up and down his
body. With his hands on my waist, I rotated my body
between them, facing away from him, and ground my ass
against his groin.

To my delight, I thought I could feel him pressing back
into me. Then I wiggled downward against him and he
kept his hands in the same position, though now moving
up my body as I descended. I stopped when he was
cupping my breasts and grinned in the dark, putting my
hands atop his and giving them a gentle squeeze. And
when I arose, he kept his hands there. I once more
rotated my body so I was facing him and placed my arms
on his shoulders, smiling up at him. Then I put one leg
between his and slowly started grinding down against
it. In the darkness, I thought I could see him smiling.

I don’t know how long we were out there dancing, but it
seemed like quite a while. I’d never danced like that
with him before, and it felt exhilarating to do so for
the first time. And like those young people hopping
around me and dancing to the music, the erotic
atmosphere was sexually charging me.

I reached up for Mark’s collar and pulled him down to
my face. Merely by accident, our faces were nearly
touching, our lips very close. We both smiled and I
leaned in toward his ear and asked if he wanted to
leave. He leaned back and nodded. I grinned and took
him by the hand, making our way out of the crowded bar.

Outside, in the cool night air, we walked back to my
car, our arms around each other. I was feeling good,
very good. And very sexually aroused. My mind began
racing, thinking of the possibilities that lay before
me now. But the clock was ticking. I had to make up my
mind what would happen next, by the time we got to the
car. I would either take him back to his room, dropping
him off, or drive us back to my hotel. Once more, I was
beginning to sweat and became a bundle of nerves.

As we stepped into the car and shut our doors, I
started the engine. "Where to now?" he asked. I pulled
out onto the street and drove up to the next
intersection. The light was red. When it turned green,
I had to make a decision: turn right and take him to
his room or left and back to my hotel room. My fingers
gripped the steering wheel tightly and I glanced at
him. Mark smiled and I grinned sheepishly in reply,
quickly looking forward again. The light turned green.

"So?" he asked. "Where ya wanna go next?"

The car behind us honked, bringing me back to my
senses. I stepped on the gas and made a left hand turn.

Neither of us spoke, as I drove to the hotel. He knew I
stayed there sometimes and he probably knew why I was
driving in that direction. In the back of my mind, I
was hoping he wasn’t wondering why I was taking him
with me.

My room was on the first floor, the door facing out
toward the parking lot. I parked in front of my room
and we both exited the car in silence. Standing by the
door, I fumbled momentarily with the key and finally
managed to open it. As I stepped inside and set my
wallet on the credenza, a sudden thought flashed
through my mind: would he know to lock the door behind
us? Or would he even do so? I didn’t want to turn
around and look, so I quickly went to my overnight bag
and set it upon the bed, opening it.

Mark quietly sat down on the edge of the bed next to
me, while I fumbled around inside my bag, doing nothing
in particular, simply trying to keep my hands otherwise
occupied while I tried to think of what to do next.

Mark leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees
and clasping his hands together, as he watched.

"Whatcha doin’?" he asked.

My hands began trembling, but thankfully they were
buried inside my bag, so he couldn’t see them.

"Gonna take a quick shower," I mumbled, my voice
cracking.

So now that I knew what I wanted to do next, I forced
my hands to search for my bath items. That’s when I
felt something against my leg. The trembling in my
hands had now ascended to my arms. Without making it
obvious, I glanced to the side and saw Mark’s arm
extended. It was him. He was touching me. He slowly ran
his hand up and down my leg.

"This ok?" he whispered very softly.

My eyes quickly darted back to the bag, and my head
jerked up and down. "Mm hm," I squeaked nervously.

I felt his hand slowly rise up the back of my leg under
my short skirt. Higher it went until he was gently
cupping the cheek of my ass. And when I felt his
fingers squeeze softly, an involuntary sigh slipped
past my lips. I quickly fished my bath stuff from the
bag and glanced down at him.

"I’ll be right back," I stammered, and made my way to
the bathroom.

Inside, I set my soap and shampoo on the bathroom
counter and began undressing. I looked up and saw the
door still open. Should I close it? I didn’t bother. I
was in a hurry to get in the shower and hide. I
unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor, and
then pushed my panties down to join it. As I held my
chin against my chest, watching my hands fumble with
the buttons of my blouse, I noticed a movement behind
me. I looked up and saw Mark’s reflection in the
mirror. He was standing behind me in the doorway. I
gave him a nervous grin and looked down at my hands,
still working the buttons.

"Can I come in?" he asked.

I could only nod.

I felt him come up behind me and, when my blouse was
finally loosened, he helped me take it off, laying it
on the counter.

"Thanks," I mumbled. Then I reached back to unclasp my
bra, but felt Mark’s hands already there.

"I’ll get it," he said softly.

I dropped my hands, placing them on the counter in
front of me, and tried not to watch his reflection in
the mirror, as he removed my bra. He pushed the straps
over my shoulders and it fell down my arms. When my
breasts came into view, I saw his eyes in the mirror
staring at them. I blushed and quickly turned and
stepped over to the shower, reaching inside to turn on
the water.

Behind me, I could sense more movement, but was too
frightened to look. I knew he was probably undressing.
I stood there with my arms folded on my chest, waiting
for the water to warm, but I couldn’t keep standing
there with him behind me, so I pulled back the curtain
and stepped inside, closing it quickly. The water was
still a bit too cool, so I stood there holding my hands
under the spray waiting for it to heat up.

I looked at the curtain and could see Mark’s dark
image. I watched as he bent over, apparently pushing
down his jeans. Then I saw him step out of them,
pulling them off his legs. His hands went to his waist
and pushed his underwear down. A lump formed in my
throat and I swallowed hard. His murky gray image was
moving again, this time toward the shower. I stepped
under the shower and held my head up in the water,
nervously running my hands over my face.

Suddenly, I felt a pair of hands on my waist. I jumped,
still hiding my face in the water.

"Sorry," he chuckled.

"S’ok," I replied.

His hands began to move around to the front of my body
and, in a quivering voice, I asked if he could hand me
the soap. He released me and turned back to reach down
for it on the edge of the tub. I glanced over my
shoulder and saw him behind me, completely naked. And
when he rose up, I quickly turned back to the water.
Instead of handing the bar to me, Mark reached his
hands around in front and rolled it between them under
the water, building up a heavy lather. Then he placed
his soapy hands on my shoulders and began washing my
body.

He moved across my shoulders to my neck, and I held my
chin down, allowing him greater access. I closed my
eyes, and felt his warm hands moving around my back,
over my shoulder blades, down further to my waist, and
finally to cup my ass in his hands. He started gently
kneading my cheeks, and I felt myself begin to relax.
And when he slipped a hand deep between my legs,
pulling his fingers up between my cheeks, I sighed and
pushed back against him. I was going to let him do
whatever he liked.

He lathered up his hands again and this time reached
around to the front of my body. I lifted my elbows,
allowing his hands unimpeded access. I turned my eyes
downward and watched as he gently manipulated my
breasts, massaging them and carefully teasing the
nipples. God, it felt heavenly. After a few moments of
that, he let one hand slowly drift down my body. I laid
my head back against him, knowing full well his next
destination. And when his fingers curled around my
vagina, my mouth opened and I sighed loudly.

"This ok?" he whispered in my ear.

I nodded happily, as his fingers gently slipped through
my folds.

"How’s it feel?" he asked.

"...wonderful..." I sighed.

I brought one of my hands up to his on my breast and
placed the other atop his between my legs. Together we
manipulated my body in unison. Mark stepped closer and
I felt something hard pushing against my ass. My heart
fluttered. It was his cock. With his hand still between
my legs, I used mine to carefully guide one of his
fingers into me. When he knew what I wanted, he took
over and slipped the long digit into my body. I
groaned, grinding my hips down upon our hands. Then I
felt him kissing my neck.

I opened my eyes and carefully turned around in his
arms. When our eyes met, I smiled and could feel my
face turning red from embarrassment. Not only was I
showering with my son, but I was also allowing him to
touch my body in such a sexually explicit manner, and
now he was kissing me. I didn’t want that. I didn’t
want us to be that intimate. I suppose in my mind,
kissing was going too far. It would make us lovers and
I didn’t want to be that way with him.

I placed my hands on his shoulders and pulled him down
to my face. But before he could get the wrong idea, I
craned my head around to his ear and whispered.

"No kissing, ok?"

Mark pulled back and smiled.

"Ok," he replied.

I wiped the water from my face and patted my hands
against his chest.

"Your turn," I said and stepped to the side, allowing
him under the spray.

As our bodies slipped past each other, his erection
grazed my hip. He stood under the water with his back
to me, doing as I had, running his hands over his face
and head, soaking his dark black hair. I stepped back a
bit and looked at his body. God, it was nice. He was
really chiseled quite well, not wholly unlike his dad.
I loved big beefy men like them. Mark, like his dad,
was so much larger than me, and I adored how a body
that size could dwarf my own, when making love.

I placed my hands on his shoulders and began running
them over his body. I mimicked his previous movements
on my body, letting my hands gently explore his. Over
and around his strong back, down to his hips and over
his buttocks, and finally up and around to his powerful
chest. Mark had a magnificent body. His pecs were hard
and his arms large and strong.

I stepped up closer behind him and pushed the small
patch of pubic hair on my groin against his ass, gently
rubbing up and down, making sure he could feel it. His
hands dropped from his head and reached down for my
waist, pulling me closer. My fingers dug into the
muscles of his chest and I was so tempted to kiss and
bite his back.

Instead, I let my hands leave his chest and slowly make
their way down. When they reached his groin, I brought
them together and found his amazingly hard cock
sticking straight out from his body. We both groaned,
as one hand gripped the length of his cock and the
other cupped his heavy testicles, cinched up into a
tight ball. I worked my hand up and down his full
length. In the forefront of my mind, I wanted to feel
his powerful tool in my body; in my mouth. I wanted to
orally pleasure him, as I did his dad.

I loved oral sex and was equally passionate about
having such a wonderful cock erupt in my mouth. But
then my body wanted more. It wanted to feel this source
of sexual pleasure elsewhere... between my legs. My
fingers squeezed the head of his cock, and Mark moaned.

That brought me back to my senses, and I realized we
couldn’t have intercourse. I simply couldn’t do that
with him. Not with my own son. It was bad enough, what
we were doing in my hotel room together, but to allow
him to fuck me? No. That would be going too far into
the abyss.

I released his body and he slowly turned to face me. I
grinned up at him and he smiled back in reply. Then my
hands blindly reached out for his wonderfully erect
cock. He closed his eyes and began slowly thrusting it
through my fingers. I looked down and had my first look
at it. My heart skipped a beat. It was beautiful. Long
and hard with pulsing veins and an angry, engorged
purple head. I wrapped both hands around him and began
tugging. Mark sighed and placed his hands on my
breasts. As he squeezed and pulled on them, I did
likewise to his cock.

"God, I’m gonna cum, if you keep doing that," he
moaned.

He opened his eyes and looked down at me, almost
pleadingly. I giggled nervously and stopped the
movement of my hands.

"You like that?" I asked.

His eyebrows rose and he nodded.

"God, yeah."

"Better hurry up," I said, releasing him. "Water’s
gonna get cold."

And very soon it did.

Outside the shower, we both dried off. I finished
before Mark and wrapped my towel around my torso,
leaning back against the bathroom counter. I watched as
he brought his towel to his head and rubbed his hair
vigorously. My eyes drifted down to his cock. It was
still long and hard, curving far out from his body. He
was standing not two feet in front of me, and I reached
out and took him in my hand.

He paused briefly from drying his hair, as I stood
there stroking him. Then he brought the towel down and
dropped it to the floor, stepping closer to me. I kept
my eyes on his cock, as he reached for my towel and
pulled it from my body. When it was on the floor, his
hand went between my legs and I spread my knees. He
slipped a finger deep into me and I grit my teeth,
clenched my fingers hard around the throbbing cock in
my hand.

Mark took another step closer. Another finger entered
my body and he began twisting them around inside me. I
grunted and felt a warm tingling sensation building
between my legs. When his breathing came harder, I knew
it was time to stop. I stood up and, guiding him by his
cock, brought him out to the bed.

We stood by the side of the bed momentarily and placed
our hands on each other’s chests, running them all
around. My knees began shaking and I could sense the
same nervousness in him. I turned and climbed onto the
bed. Mark came up behind me, as I began to crawl on all
fours to the opposite side, and then I felt his hands
on my hips, stopping me and pulling me back to him. I
looked over my shoulder and he smiled. Slowly I scooted
back and watched as he ran his hand between my legs and
over my soaking vagina.

I closed my eyes and purred, lowering my head and chest
to the mattress, allowing my ass to stick straight up
for him. His fingers continued to manipulate me and
soon I felt them enter my body. With my eyes still
closed, my mouth opened and I sighed. Another finger
followed the first, and Mark started swirling them
around inside me, taking up a rhythmic in and out
motion. I rocked my body onto his hand, fucking it
gently, as my mind entered a hazy fog.

Cooing softly, I felt him withdraw his fingers.
"...more..." I whispered. I felt him moving through my
folds, and when he found my clit, a spark shot up my
spine.

"...awww, yeah..." I whimpered softly.

Then I felt him enter me once more and soon I was
rocking back against him.

"...god, that feels so good..." I whispered hoarsely.

That’s when I noticed something very different.
Something had changed. I could feel both of his hands
on my hips, but something was still inside me moving
around, in and out. I quickly lifted my head and looked
over my shoulder. Mark was kneeling behind me on the
bed, his eyes closed and a wide grin on his face, as
his hands gripped my hips. His cock was in me. My
entire body began shaking violently. He must have
sensed this and began thrusting into me harder, the
sound of our heavy breathing and bodies slapping
together filling the quiet room.

I watched in horror, as my son and I had intercourse.

"Oh shit!" I hissed.

Mark heard me and held his cock deep inside, grinding
his hips against my ass. Then he tossed his head back
and his jaw dropped. He started pounding harder. I
quickly turned away, my eyes open wide with shock, and
made little more than a half-hearted attempt to crawl
across the bed. But Mark’s hold on me was strong. I
could feel my breasts swinging on my chest. I gasped.
"Oh my God," I thought. "He’s fucking me! We’re
actually fucking! It wasn’t supposed to go this far!"
Just then, Mark’s hands went to my shoulders and he
groaned loudly, as he pounded against me.

"Fuck, I’m gonna cum!" he exclaimed.

A sudden whirlwind of emotions swept over me. While one
hand clenched the sheets tightly, the other flew
between my legs and began frantically rubbing my clit.
I felt like crying, but instead joined in Mark’s cries
of passion. My body started convulsing, and then I felt
it. He suddenly stopped thrusting, holding his cock
deep in my body, and I felt a tremor along his length.

He cried out, and a hot spurt shot far inside my
vagina, followed up quickly by another and another. I
gasped, as he ejaculated into my womb. But as much as a
part of my mind reeled against this, my body had a will
of its own and pushed back onto him, desperately trying
to impale itself onto his throbbing cock. Several more
strong spurts entered me. We were both crying out
loudly now.

"God!" I gasped. "Fuck me!"

I whipped my head around and looked at my son,
clenching his teeth as he filled me with his hot seed.

"Fuck me!" I cried again. "Cum inside me!"

Mark growled and pulled hard on my hips. I could still
feel the tip of his cock pulsing. And then, just as
quickly, it stopped. He released me and slumped back,
his cock sliding out of me with a wet pop. He was
breathing hard, as I dropped my head to the mattress,
shaking it from side to side.

"...oh fuck..." I sighed.

Mark rolled over and lay on the bed. As I continued to
kneel there on my hands and knees, trying to catch my
breath, I felt his hand on my arm. I slowly turned my
face to him.

"You ok?" he whispered, still breathing hard.

I closed my eyes and turned away, nodding. He rubbed
his fingers up and down my arm, trying to comfort me.

God, it wasn’t supposed to have gone this far. I
figured at most, all we’d do is lay in bed and
masturbate, maybe helping the other. At the very most,
I had toyed with the idea of giving him a blowjob. But
now this? This hadn’t even been a remote possibility,
in my mind.

It wasn’t what I wanted. But the truth is, as I lay
there on a bed in a dark hotel room with my son, my
body felt amazingly good. I rose up and crawled over,
lying down next to him and staring at the ceiling. We
were both silent for a long time, long after our
breathing had calmed down. Mark rolled onto his side to
face me. He placed his hand on my arm, and I slowly
turned my head to look at him.

"You ok?"

"Yeah," I whispered in the dark.

I could barely make out the smile on his face.

"How was it?" he asked.

I turned my eyes back to the ceiling. "Nice," I
replied.

His hand moved to my chest and I felt him rolling my
nipple between his fingers. I closed my eyes and asked
if we could go to sleep.

"Sure," he said, and then sat up, pulling the blankets
over us.

Several hours later, I awoke in the middle of the
night. I looked over at Mark, sleeping soundly next to
me, and crawled out of bed, walking quietly to the
bathroom. I turned on the light and quickly brought a
hand up to shade my eyes. I looked around on the floor
at our clothes and towels lying in a crumpled heap all
over. I gingerly stepped over them and to the toilet
and sat down. Then I felt something sliding out from
between my legs. I parted my knees and looked down. A
white glob dropped down into the water. I spread my
legs further, craning my neck to get a better view
between them. Using my fingers to spread myself open, I
felt another white glob drip onto them. It was Mark’s
semen.

"You alright?"

Startled, I slammed my knees together and looked up at
the door. Mark was standing there, holding a hand over
his eyes. I nodded quickly.

"Comin’ back to bed?" he asked.

I nodded again. "Yeah," I whispered.

He backed away from the door, getting out of the bright
light of the bathroom, and dropped his hand. We stared
at each other for a few seconds, and then I said I’d be
there in a moment. Mark turned and walked back to the
bed. I parted my knees again and looked down into the
water. More of his cum had dripped out and into the
water. I stood up and flushed the toilet, and then
walked to the door and turned off the light.

When I came out into the dark room, Mark was sitting on
the edge of the bed. As I went to walk to my side, he
reached out for my hand and gently brought me to him.
Reluctantly, I followed his lead. He parted his knees
and brought me to stand between them, running his hands
up my arms. We were both completely nude. His hands
moved up to my shoulders, and then down to my breasts.
I wanted to stop him, but I couldn’t bring myself to
speak. Instead, I simply let him do as he wished. And
when his fingers began massaging my breasts, I watched
as his cock slowly rose between his legs.

I placed my hands on his shoulders and carefully pushed
him back. Mark leaned back on the bed on his elbows and
looked up at me quizzically.

"Move back," I whispered.

Mark complied and scooted his body up the bed. Then I
climbed atop him, straddling his legs until my vagina
was hovering above his erect cock. I reached down and
gripped it, holding it straight up, and lowered myself
until the head was rubbing against my clit. Mark moaned
and I asked if he wanted to fuck some more.

"...yeah..." he replied.

I angled his cock back and gently lowered myself onto
him. We both moaned softly, and Mark closed his eyes,
as he entered me. While I rocked up and down on him, I
kept my eyes on his face, noting the subtle twitching,
as the tip of his sensitive cock was stimulated inside
my body, the body that gave birth to him. I put my
hands on his chest and started grinding my hips down on
him hard.

"...ohhhh God...." he whispered.

A slight smile crept across my lips.

"Gonna cum soon?" I whispered.

Mark nodded slowly.

I reached for his hands and placed them on my breasts.
His fingers clenched them hard, every time I contracted
my vaginal walls around his cock.

"Ohhhh, fuck that’s good!" he said, arching his back
and thrusting his hips upward.

I placed my hands atop his on my breasts and began
rocking back and forth.

"Cum inside me," I whispered.

"...oh, fuck yeah..."

I closed my eyes, reveling in the intense sensations.
"Cum inside me," I whispered. "Do it, baby... fill me
again..."

A low moan emanated from his lips, building to a loud
growl.

"Aw, that’s it, sexy boy," I moaned. "Gimme your cum."

My body began undulating and Mark’s hands squeezed my
breasts tightly. I cried out, and then felt his cock
erupt inside me. I began bouncing up and down quickly,
my head held back far and quietly screaming, as we
mated.

"Aw fuck!" he cried out, violently thrusting his cock
up into me, driving his semen deeper.

As our mutual orgasms subsided, I collapsed onto his
chest, our faces side-by-side. We were both panting
hard. Mark wrapped his arms around me and started
licking my ear. I sighed happily and did the same to
his. And very soon, we were running our tongues all
over each other’s face, moaning and giggling, his cock
still hard and still buried deep inside me. Our lips
met and I briefly parted mine, our tongues gently
poking together, as we laughed.

"You’re still hard," I giggled.

Mark thrust his hips upward and I groaned.

"Want me to suck you off?" I asked, letting my tongue
trace around his warm lips.

"Mm hmm..." he replied.

Just before I sat up, I pushed my tongue into his mouth
and locked my lips to his, kissing him deeply. We both
moaned into each other’s mouth, but before it could
continue any further, I pushed away. I sat atop his
cock and bounced a few times on it, grinning down at
him. He smiled, and then I reluctantly got off him and
sat to the side, scooting further down his body until
my head was next to his hips. I took his cock in my
hand and leaned over, letting my tongue slide up the
underside. And when my lips reached the head, I opened
my mouth wide and took it inside.

Mark placed his hands on either side of my head,
bobbing it up and down on him. It took a long time
before he rewarded my oral efforts, but that was fine
by me. I loved oral sex and the taste of a hot cock in
my mouth.

For the remainder of the night, we fucked and sucked,
pleasuring each other in innumerable ways. It was
definitely the best sex either of us ever had. We
didn’t go to sleep until the first rays of morning
light began shining through the closed curtains.

Several hours later, I awoke and looked at the clock.
It was quarter till twelve. I jumped out of bed and
quickly shook Mark.

"Get up!" I said excitedly.

Mark, still quite groggy and exhausted from a night of
nearly non-stop sexual intercourse with his mother,
mumbled and slowly sat up.

"What’s the matter?" he said, wiping a hand over his
face.

I quickly pulled a t-shirt over my head, saying it was
almost noon and I had to check out then. Mark looked at
the clock, and then fell back onto the pillow. "Can’t
you get it for another day?" he complained. I was
sitting on the edge of the bed, putting my socks on,
and turned back to look at him. The sheets were only
half covering his body. I reached back and slowly
pulled them down revealing his naked form.

With his eyes still closed, he smirked and said softly,
"Enjoying the show?" I stood up and giggled, buckling
the belt of my jeans. "I especially enjoyed it last
night!" I laughed. "Ha ha," came his short reply, as he
pulled the sheets back up. I walked over to the
credenza and picked up my keys and wallet. As I opened
the door to the room, Mark lifted his head and spoke.

"You gonna stay another day?"

I turned and hesitated. Was I? I thought about it for a
moment, and then smiled. "Ok," I said. "I’ll get the
room for another night and call home." Mark gave me a
sleepy smile, and then dropped his head back down on
the pillow.

A short time later, I returned to the room. As Mark
slept soundly, I crawled up on the bed and lay down
next to him. He stirred, and then slowly opened one
eye. I grinned.

"Hi there," I whispered.

He closed his eye and smiled in reply.

I moved closer and gently pressed my lips to his.

"...remember..." he whispered. "...no kissing..."

I giggled and pushed my tongue into his mouth. "Stupid
rule," I mumbled between kisses, and reached down under
the sheets where I found his cock long and hard.

Did I feel guilty about having sex with him? For a
short time, I did. But the more time I spent with Mark,
the less I thought about it; the less it bothered me.
I’d never had such thoughts of him prior to this. But
now something had changed. We already loved each other,
though it was a platonic parental love I felt for him.
I didn’t have the slightest romantic inklings for him.
To me, masturbating with him online seemed quite
harmless. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself.
But the fact is, we both admitted to enjoying it.

Sure, we said all kinds of things to each other in the
heat of the moment at such times, but we also knew it
was a game not to be taken seriously. And when we
finally had sex, honestly, although I’ll be the first
to admit there’s a difference between playing pool and
having intercourse, there didn’t seem to be a
fundamental difference for us. We were simply enjoying
each other’s company, albeit on a much more intimate
and sexual level. The only thing that truly bothered me
about this was that I was doing so behind my husband’s
back. It didn’t feel like I was cheating, since it was
with our son. I loved him as much as his father.

The only difference now was that I was having sex with
both of them. And the truth is, I liked it. In fact, I
loved it. I loved knowing that the two most important
men in my life loved me as much as I loved them, but
also sexually desired me. My husband and I had a
wonderful sex life, and now it only seemed to blossom,
as a result of my newfound connection with our son.

For his part, I can’t say for certain why Mark went
along with it. Hormones? I’m sure that played a pivotal
role in things. As strange as it seems, the more
sexually connected we became, the less sex seemed to
have anything to do with it. Sex was merely the bridge
through which we formed a deeper bond.

Mark and I lay in bed for a long time sleeping, at last
awakening around 2pm. We showered together, having
quick intercourse under the water, and then dressed and
went to get a bite to eat.

We were sitting at a table across from each other in a
fast food restaurant, when Mark nearly made me choke.
He took a bite of his sandwich, and then casually asked
if his father and I ever had anal sex. I coughed,
spitting tiny particles of food across the table. Mark
only chuckled, as I quickly grabbed my drink, trying to
recover. When I set my cup down, I looked at him
sternly and wiped my mouth.

"God, Mark!" I exclaimed softly. "Don’t ask me that.
Man, that’s just a little too personal, don’t ya
think?"

He took another bite and shrugged with a stupid smile.

"I don’t see why," he replied. "We fucked almost all
night, and then a few times already today."

I clapped my hands on the table and leaned toward him
hissing.

"Mark!"

"What?" he snorted with a laugh.

I tilted my head a few times to another table not far
away. He glanced over and saw a family sitting there
with several small children. Mark picked up his drink.
"So?" he muttered. Then he waved me off, adding, "Eh,
they’re too far away, anyway. Probably didn’t hear
anything." I closed my eyes and sat back, slowly
shaking my head. When I opened my eyes, he was still
wearing that stupid smile. "What?" he said with a
chuckle. I kicked him under the table. "Ow! Shit!" he
exclaimed, though in a lower tone this time. "That’s
better," I replied with a smirk.

Just as I was about to take a bite of my sandwich, a
young man, probably about Mark’s age, walked over to
our table. Mark seemed to recognize him and smiled,
glancing at me nervously. I replied with a mild glare.

"Mark! Dude! What’s up?!"

But before he could reply, the young man looked at me,
smiling from ear to ear. He gestured to me and looked
back at Mark, saying, "This one of your sisters, dude?"
And once again, before Mark could give him an answer,
the fellow turned to me, asking the same question.

"You one of his sisters?"

Mark laughed, saying, "Uh, no, dude. That’s actually my
mom."

His friend reeled back slightly, furling his eyebrows
and staring down hard at me in disbelief.

"Whoa! No shit?"

Then he whipped his head around to Mark, but still
pointing at me, and said it again.

"No shit?"

"No shit, dude," replied Mark, smiling at me. "That’s
my mom."

His friend turned to me and still had an unconvinced
expression on his face. I set my sandwich down and
shrugged, placing my hands atop one another in front of
me.

"It’s true," I remarked casually.

"...damn..."

I held out my hand to him and asked his name.

"...damn..." he mumbled again, then quickly came to his
senses.

"Oh, uh... Dave," he said, taking my hand gently in
his.

"Nice to meet you, Dave. Amanda."

"Amanda?"

I grinned, as he continued to shake my hand, and then
turned my eyes down to them. Dave seemed to catch my
subliminal message and quickly released me from his
grip.

"How old are you?" he asked.

I gasped, raising my eyebrows high and pretending to be
offended by his question.

"Ok, ok!" he said apologetically. "But seriously... how
old are you?"

I picked up a napkin and wiped my mouth, still feigning
offense. Then I dropped it to the table, replying,
"Thirty-nine, if you must know."

Dave’s head jerked quickly and he said, "Damn! Really?"

"Really."

"Shit... I woulda guessed maybe twenty-nine! Maybe even
twenty-five... damn... thirty-nine..."

I chuckled and excused myself to stop by the restroom
before we left. A few minutes later, when I emerged, I
found Dave and Mark standing by the doors, Dave with
his back to me. And as I came up from behind, I heard
him speaking.

"...she’s fuckin’ hot, dude! You gotta bring her around
more often!"

I stopped in my tracks, when Mark saw me, and took a
few careful steps backward. Dave seemed to sense
something was amiss, based Mark’s expression, and
turned around. I quickly resumed walking toward them
and smiled.

"Ready to go?" I asked.

Mark nodded and pushed the door open for me.

"See ya, dude," he called to his friend.

I turned and smiled at Dave, giving him a friendly wave
to which he replied in kind.

As Mark and I walked back to the car, he asked if I’d
heard much of their conversation.

"Apparently more than I needed to," I said, fishing the
keys from my purse.

When we were in the car and sitting at the parking lot
exit, I asked Mark where he wanted to go next. He only
shrugged, saying it was up to me. I grinned and pulled
out into traffic, turning in the direction of the
hotel. As we drove along in silence, I glanced over at
Mark, who was smiling broadly.

Half an hour later, we were both sitting on the bed
facing each other, our legs intertwined. I was gently
stroking his erection, while he softly petted between
my legs. I closed my eyes and tilted my head slightly.

"...feels nice..." I whispered.

We carefully brought our bodies closer together, closer
until our groins were touching. I pulled Mark’s cock
downward, brushing the swollen head through my pubic
hair. He brought his hands up to my breasts, and then
leaned down, taking one into his mouth.

"...oh yeah..." I whispered again, placing a hand on
the back of his head and pulling him further into my
chest.

By now, after endless hours of stimulation, my nipples
were incredibly rigid and hypersensitive. I could feel
every flick of his tongue sending shockwaves through my
body. I dropped my head down next to his and began
kissing his neck.

"...fuck me, Mark... fuck me again..."

He moaned in protest, as I gently pushed him from my
nipple, and then turned his eyes up to mine and I
smiled.

"...fuck me again," I whispered, almost begging him. I
sat up slightly and moved forward so his cock could
enter me. And when I sank down onto him, we wrapped our
arms around each other, rocking back and forth, our
bodies embracing tightly. Our lips came together and we
kissed passionately for a very long time, sitting on
the bed of a darkened hotel room having incestuous
intercourse. As Mark kissed my neck, he mumbled softly,
"God, you’re fucking beautiful."

I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, sighing
happily. As wrong as I knew this to be, it felt so
amazingly right, physically and emotionally. I felt as
though I had come to know my own son so much better
through our illicit act. I felt as close to him as my
husband of twenty-one years. I knew him so much better
now. There was nothing we couldn’t share between us,
nothing we couldn’t talk about, and nothing more to
hide. We had created a bond that would last a lifetime.

When our kiss broke, we looked into each other’s eyes
and smiled, as if reading the other person’s thoughts.
I gently bobbed up and down on his cock, feeling every
vein and pulse of blood through them against my vaginal
walls, and put my arms over his shoulders.

"This is beautiful," I whispered, giving him a soft
kiss on the nose. "Am I as ‘fucking hot’ as your buddy,
Dave, says?" I asked. Mark smiled. "Yeah," he replied,
and then pulled my face to his and kissed me.

About an hour later, I was lying on my stomach with
Mark behind me, straddling my legs and massaging my
back. His strong hands worked the muscles of my back
deeply. With my eyes closed, I sighed happily. Then my
cell phone began ringing. I groaned and lifted my head.

"Let it ring," said Mark.

I wiped a hand over my forehead. "Might be dad," I
replied. I sat up and pulled myself across the mattress
to the nightstand, as Mark lifted his legs to let me go
to my phone. I flipped it open to see who was calling.

"Yeah, it’s dad," I said. Then I rolled onto my side to
face Mark. He was sitting back on his heels; one hand
on his thigh while the other slowly stroked his cock. I
rolled my eyes and shook my head. Mark only laughed. I
quickly held a finger to my lips. "Ok," he whispered.

"Hey there!" I chirped into the phone, holding it to my
ear. I turned onto my stomach again, facing away from
Mark while we talked. As the conversation went on, I
could feel Mark moving around behind me. He was moving
up to straddle my legs again. I carefully turned my
head back, holding a finger to my lips.

"Uh huh," I said. "Then what’d she say?"

I laughed, and then felt Mark’s hands on my ass. I
reached back and tried to swat him away, but he was
persistent.

"Well, I told her she could, as long as it was ok with
you."

Mark started massaging my ass cheeks, and I closed my
eyes and smiled, trying to stay focused on the
conversation I was having with my husband.

"No way!" I laughed. "Really? That’s too funny."

With my eyes still closed, I began pushing my ass up.
Just then, I felt Mark dig his thumbs deep into the
crevice of my ass and spread it wide apart. His thumbs
were on either side of my asshole and I didn’t even
have to turn around to know how fully exposed I was
back there. I quickly lifted my foot up, striking Mark
in the back with my heel.

"Ouch!"

I whirled my head around and glared at him.

"Nothing," I replied, still glaring at my idiot son.
"Just Mark. He came out of the bathroom here and hit
his knee on something, I think."

Mark smirked and rolled off the bed and walked to the
bathroom.

"Yeah," I said. "We stopped by my room so I could
change and go to the bathroom. We’re about to head out
the door now... Ok... Yep, I’ll give you a call before
I leave in the morning. Ok... Bye... I love you, too."

I snapped the phone shut and tossed it on the
nightstand. I dropped my head down, shaking it from
side to side. When I looked up, Mark was still in the
bathroom. I swung my legs to the floor and walked over
to him.

"What the hell were you doing?" I said, standing in the
doorway of the bathroom with my hands on my hips. Mark
was standing in front of the toilet and, when he heard
my voice, jerked his head around.

"Hey!" he cried with a laugh. "Jesus!"

"What was that all about?" I asked sternly.

Mark laughed and turned back to face the toilet.

"Uh... I’m trying to use the john here. Ya mind?"

"Well, I was trying to talk to my husband. Do you
mind?"

And then I stormed back to the bed.

When he finally emerged from the bathroom, I was
sitting up at the head of the bed with the pillows
propped behind me and the blankets draped over my body.
He walked around to the other side and climbed in, all
the while with me glaring at him. He knew I was and
tried to avoid eye contact.

"Wipe that stupid smile off your face," I growled.

Mark looked at me and, when he saw I wasn’t joking, his
smile slowly ebbed.

"Sorry," he muttered.

I pulled my knees up under the blankets and dropped my
head to them, wagging it back and forth. I felt him
place his hand on my back.

"Sorry," he whispered. "It won’t happen again."

I lifted my head and turned to look at him with an
expression of quiet exasperation.

"It’s alright," I sighed.

Then Mark moved closer, putting his arm around me, and
started kissing my shoulder.

I closed my eyes and chuckled.

"Why were you doing that?" I whispered.

He continued kissing me, replying, "’Cuz you have a
sexy ass."

I chuckled again. "Ya think so?"

"Mm hmm..."

Then Mark slowly pulled the blanket away from my body,
and slipped his hand between my legs. I took a deep
breath and laid back against the pillows, spreading my
knees for him. He fingered me for a long time, and then
I felt a single digit move down to my asshole. My mouth
opened slightly and I raised my hips. My hand closest
to him fumbled around until it found his wonderful
cock. He was fully aroused. And when he pressed the
very tip of his finger against my anus, I groaned,
squeezing my hand around him tightly.

"You like that?" he asked softly.

I nodded. "... oh yeah..."

I pulled my knees back, as he pushed more of his thick
finger into me, and hissed softly, clenching the sheets
and his cock tightly.

"That hurt?" he asked.

My breathing came rapidly, and I nodded my head.

"Just a little," I hissed.

Mark slowly withdrew his finger and, when he was
completely out of my body, I dropped me feet to the
mattress and exhaled.

I brushed the hair from my forehead and opened my eyes.
He had a sly smile on his face.

"You really do have a sexy ass," he said.

I closed my eyes and grinned wide, dropping my hand to
his thigh and rubbing him.

"God," I moaned, a little embarrassed. "Gonna need some
KY, if you wanna do that."

"Anal?"

I nodded and forced myself upright.

"Sorta hurts otherwise," I said, standing from the bed.

As I walked around, picking up my clothes to get
dressed, Mark watched.

"Where ya goin’?"

I pulled a t-shirt over my head and looked over at him.

"Well, I didn’t bring any, unless you did."

"Any what?"

I laughed, as I zipped my shorts.

"Lube, silly."

Mark sat up, as if surprised, saying, "Oh? ...ohhhh...
Ok."

I bent down to pick up my socks and sat on the edge of
the bed. Mark moved around and sat next to me and
watched as I put them on.

"Wanna hand me my shoes?" I said, pointing to them on
the floor by his feet. He leaned down and picked them
up.

"Thanks."

"So... should I just stay here then?" he asked.

I tied my laces, replying, "Oh, I don’t think so,
mister. If you wanna do this, then you get to come with
me to the store."

And so I sat on the bed and watched, as my son
hurriedly dressed, not bothering with putting on his
underwear or socks.

Half an hour later, we walked back into the room and
once more removed our clothing. We climbed onto the
bed, facing one another, as I held the tube of KY.

"How much do I use?" he asked.

"Doesn’t take much," I replied, removing the cap.

When I was ready, I looked down between us and sighed.
Mark looked down, too, and then back up at me.

"What?" he asked.

I smirked, saying it would help if he had an erection.

"Not gonna make much progress back there without one,"
I said, shaking a finger at him.

He thought about it for a moment, and then, tired of
waiting and anxious to do this, I squirt a dab of jell
onto my fingers.

"Here," I said, reaching for his cock. "I’ll do it."

When the cool jelly on my fingers came in contact with
his cock, Mark’s chest rose high, as he took a deep
breath.

"Feels nice, huh? You like it?"

Mark grinned. "Yeah," he replied, taking another deep
breath, as his cock slowly came to life in my hand.

We moved closer and I used both hands to lubricate both
his long cock and tight balls.

"...It’s big..." I whispered. "I like that... nice and
big for me..."

Mark’s mouth hung open, and he closed his eyes, as I
carefully manipulated his genitals.

"Beth ever do this for you?" I asked softly.

He slowly shook his head no.

"Mm, lucky me," I said, and leaned down to kiss one of
his nipples.

Mark groaned and said he was going to cum, if I kept
doing that. I sat back, keeping my hand on his cock,
and asked if he and his girlfriend ever had anal sex.
He shook his head no.

"...she doesn’t like it..." he said.

I grinned. "Maybe you’re not doing it right," I said.
"I’ll show you how. Just do what I tell you, ok?"

He nodded quickly, and then I turned around and got on
my hands and knees. He moved up behind me, aiming his
cock at my asshole, and then began pushing in.

"Ugh! Wait!" I gasped, almost laughing at his
enthusiasm. Mark looked down at me. "Slower," I
whispered. "Gotta give me a chance to get use to it,
ok?" He nodded and backed off a bit. I laid my head and
chest on the mattress and held my ass up high for him.
Then I closed my eyes and told him to use his finger to
loosen me up. A second later, I felt him gently invade
me. I raised my eyebrows and sighed.

"Keep going," I said. "...deeper... take your time...
let me enjoy it..."

Soon Mark figured it out and was a gentle lover. He
worked his finger in and out, occasionally wiggling the
tip deep inside, eliciting a giggle from me. When I
felt like I was ready, he moved up behind me and let
the tip of his cock rest against my anus. I lifted my
head and looked back at him.

"Don’t push, ok?"

Mark nodded.

"Just let me push back onto you. It’ll be tight, so
keep your cock straight and let me do the work."

I could see he was breathing harder now, as was I. His
cock wasn’t small, something he definitely inherited
that from his dad.

I took a deep breath and, as I exhaled, squeezed my ass
out, pushing back onto his cock. I kept up a steady
pressure until he began to crown into me. I gripped the
sheets tightly and clenched my eyes shut. And when the
flared head of his cock popped inside, we both grunted
loudly.

"...aw shit, yeah..." I hissed between my teeth.

I pushed back more and felt him slip in a little
deeper. Mark moaned heavily.

"... fuck, you’re tight... oh my God, that’s tight..."

I smiled, as the perspiration began beading on my
forehead. But soon he was as deep as I dared let him
go. We remained motionless for a long time, as my body
became adjusted to this new invasion. Mark placed his
hands on my hips, and I started to slowly move along
the length of his cock. We moaned and sighed, and built
to a faster tempo. After a few minutes, he stuttered,
saying he was going to cum very soon. I told him to
hold still and let me do the work the rest of the way.
He kept his hands on my hips, and I gradually pushed
myself back further. And when I was as far as I could
go, I stopped and tightened myself around his length.

"Ooo, shit that’s nice," he said with a grunt. "Fuck,
I’m gonna cum!"

I felt his hands trembling on my hips, and then his
cock began to swell very slightly inside my body. I
closed my eyes and dropped my head between my
shoulders, moaning loudly, and then he released his
seed deep inside me. I raised my head, craning my neck
out far, and let my jaw fall, as he filled me.

"...ahhhh... that’s it, baby," I cooed. "Ohhh yeah...
fill me up..."

Mark carefully thrust his cock in and out of me,
ejaculating at the same time. When he finished cumming,
we were both breathing very hard. As he withdrew his
cock, I winced. Mark fell back onto the bed, trying to
catch his breath, while I rolled over on my side to
face him. And when he looked at me, I smiled broadly.

"How was it?" I asked.

He closed his eyes and smiled.

"Fucking awesome," he whispered.

I forced myself up and crawled over to him.

"Let’s take a shower and go get some food," I said,
kissing his cheek.

By now, after nearly continuous sex for twenty-four
hours, Mark and I were becoming physically exhausted.
In the shower, all we did was kiss very briefly and
clean up. And when we went to get something to eat, we
opted for the drive-thru, too tired to trudge inside to
eat.

Back in the room, we set the food on the bed and sat
facing each other and ate, though fully clothed. I was
feeling euphoric; like a young high school girl on a
date with a wonderful and sexy man.

Mark and I sat facing each other, our legs crossed and
knees touching, as we ate.

"You guys have sex much?" he asked, biting into his
burger.

I picked up my drink and sipped on the straw and
shrugged.

"Mmm... yeah, I guess. I mean, not every day, but often
enough, I suppose."

"You guys ever get kinky?"

I chuckled. "Well, depends on what you mean by
‘kinky’."

"You know... kinky... anal sex... golden showers..."

I laughed out loud. "Gawd, Mark!" I exclaimed.

He chuckled, saying, "So tell me. I’m just curious, is
all. What kinda kinky things you guys do to spice it
up?"

I picked up a single French fry and, as I held it to my
mouth, mumbled softly, and took a quick bite. Mark
grinned and leaned closer. "What’s that?" he asked. I
could feel my face turning red, and took a deep breath
and looked up at him.

"He likes to watch me pee, sometimes, ok?"

Mark’s jaw dropped and his eyes shot open. Then he fell
over laughing. I picked up a handful of fries and threw
them at him.

"Jerk!" I cried.

When he regained his composure, he sat up, brushing the
fries off his shirt, and smiled at me.

"I dunno," he remarked casually. "That’s almost kinda
sexy." Then he paused and looked at me, staring at me
actually. I was too embarrassed to return his stare, so
I picked up another fry and took a small bite.

"You like doing that?" he asked in a more respectful
tone. I raised my eyes, and then quickly glanced away,
taking another bite. "Yeah," I replied softly. "Just
something special he likes me to do for him. Nothing
wrong with it."

"So how often do you guys have sex?" he asked. "Couple
times a week?"

I laughed. "Well, no. We’ve been married for over
twenty years, ya know. After a while, the novelty of
seeing the other person nude sorta wears thin."

Mark gave me a puzzled look. "So you guys... what?
You’re not attracted to each other? Sexually, I mean?"

I bit into a French fry, wagging my head back and
forth.

"Doesn’t quite work that way, once you’ve been married
for a while," I said with a full mouth. I swallowed,
adding, "You know, it’s like you and Beth. You meet,
you’re sexually attracted to each other, you have sex,
and then you keep having sex until it’s not as exciting
any more, ya know? Now you just have sex partly for
recreation, maybe procreation, but mostly just to feel
closer to the person you love."

There was a long moment of silence. Mark was picking at
his fries and glanced at me. I grinned, taking another
sip of my soda.

"And what is it with us?" he whispered.

I slowly set my drink down and cleared my throat. That
was a good question. What was this going to become?

"Well..." I said, mulling it over. "I... I dunno... to
feel closer?"

His eyes turned up and I gave him a weak smile.

"Is that really why we did this?" he asked, poking at
his half-eaten burger.

We sat in silence for a short time, and then I reached
out, taking his hand in mine.

"Mark," I whispered. He looked up. "I love you," I
said. He tried to smile. "I know," he replied. "I love
you, too." I watched as he picked up his drink and held
the straw to his lips. I sat back and sighed.

"I’m going to be honest with you," I said.

He set his cup down and looked over at me. I nervously
brushed my hands on my legs and pulled my knees up to
my chest, wrapping my arms around them.

"Never in a million years," I whispered softly. "Would
I ever had thought I’d be having sex with you... my own
son." I turned my eyes to his. "Never," I whispered.
Then my eyes drifted behind him at nothing in
particular.

"I dunno," I said. "I dunno why I did it. I know that’s
not an answer, but it’s the only one I can come up
with." Then I took a deep breath and sighed loudly.
"Ok," I said. "Yeah, I did it for the sex... initially.
Dad and I have a good sex life. It’s wonderful. I love
him with all my heart. But... I dunno... something...
something changed between us, ya know? Between you and
me. It’s like a door was opened. I guess I was curious.
And it seemed like you were, too... so... so I stepped
through it."

Mark was staring at me, his hands resting on his knees
and clasped together. He slowly nodded. "Yeah," he
mumbled. "I know what ya mean."

"But we’re still the same people," I said plaintively.
"I still love you. You’re still my son and I’ll always
be your mom. It’s just..."

Mark picked up his cup again and nodded.

"I know," he muttered and took a drink.

I could feel a dour mood slowly overcoming both of us.
I reached for his hand and pulled it to me.

"Look," I said. "Ok, let’s make a rule. From now on,
we’re still the same people. You’re still my son and
I’m still you’re mom and that’ll never change, ok?
We’re not going to let this adversely affect our
relationship, agreed?"

Mark chuckled, but nodded. "Ok," he said with a grin.
"Agreed."

"Ok, then," I said. "Now, the second thing we have to
determine is what to do next."

"Whadya mean?"

I hesitated, looking down at his hand in mine, rubbing
my thumb on the top of it.

"What I mean is..." Then I looked him in the eyes.
"Mark... the door is open. Do we step back out and shut
it and forget this ever happened... or do we keep it
open like this?"

We sat in silence for a very long time.

"I dunno," he whispered. "What do you wanna do?"

Part of me wanted to say, we should shut it and forget
any of this ever happened. But that would be pointless.
It did happen and its memory would forever be burned
into our hearts and minds.

"Maybe..." But then I paused, trying to choose my words
carefully. Mark looked at me and blinked. "I don’t
wanna shut it," I whispered, slowly wagging my head
from side to side. "I like the sex, Mark. I like having
sex with you. I know it’s sick and twisted, but I do. I
like it so much. I like being intimate like this with
you; feeling closer, like I can just bare my soul to
you like I could never do before.

"Some people don’t have anyone they can share their
life with like that. Some people get married so they
can, but only have the one person. But now... now I
have two people... Two people I can confide in... and
love with all my heart, with no barriers between us...
I love exploring this new level of our relationship
with you, sweetheart.

"Yes, I admit, I enjoy the sex... but please believe me
when I say I’d never cheat on your dad. I love him so
much; with all my heart, I do. But I wanna do this with
you... because I love you, too. I’d never go out and
create a new love with another man, but with you...
with you it’s different. The love was already there and
always will be."

Mark smiled, and in the dark reached over to my face
with his hand, wiping away a tear under my eye.

"I feel the same way, mom," he mumbled softly. "The
exact same way... back when you... you know... that one
night in my room?"

I nodded, taking his hands in mine.

"I couldn’t get that out of my mind," he said. "It’s...
it’s like you said... that... that opened a door
between us, and... and I was curious, too. But no, I
don’t regret it. You said exactly how I feel, too... in
my heart..."

I smiled and pulled his hands to my lips and kissed
them gently.

"Thank you," I whispered.

Then Mark smiled and said, "There’s just something I
want to say to you... just one thing, since we’re being
honest, ok?"

I opened my eyes, still holding his hands to my face,
and nodded.

"Say anything you want, sweetie... anything at all. No
more barriers between us."

He shook his head and took a deep breath. "Ok," he
replied. Then he looked me right in the eye.

"Mom... your movies really suck."

A smile slowly grew across his lips.

I sat there staring at him and furled my eyebrows.

"What?" I asked, wholly bewildered.

"Your movies suck," he said. "Really... they’re just
horrible."

Mark sat back, and I slowly released his hands from
mine, trying to make sense of what he just said and how
it fit in with what I’d been confessing to him. My face
was scrunched up, as I sat there staring back at him.
And then he chuckled and reached over to poke me in the
shoulder.

"What does... what’s that got to do with anything?" I
stuttered, holding up my hands.

Then he erupted into a fit of laughter, clapping his
hands together and falling over.

I quickly scooped up my fries, burger, and all of his,
and in one swift motion threw the entire heap at him.
He held up his hands defensively, and then I lunged
across the bed, landing squarely on his body. We were
both laughing, as I playfully beat my fists against
him.

"Jerk!" I cried. He only laughed louder, so I smacked
him on the head. "Asshole!" I exclaimed. Just then,
Mark grabbed me by the arms and rolled us over, pinning
me to the mattress. We tried not to laugh, but it
wasn’t easy. But soon he slowly released his grip on my
arms, and I brought my hand to his face, gently
caressing his cheek.

"I love you so much," I whispered. "I meant every word
I said."

"I love you, too," he replied. "And I meant every word
I said, too."

We stifled a chuckle, and then he lowered himself onto
my chest, his face only inches above mine.

"I don’t want this to change our relationship, either,"
he said softly, brushing the hair from my eyes.

"Good," I replied and pulled his lips to mine.

For the next few hours, Mark and I made love. Not sex,
but passionate love. And soon thereafter, we fell
asleep next to each other, cuddling closely.

Shortly before sunrise, I awoke and carefully walked to
the bathroom. I flipped on the light and quickly shaded
my eyes, stepping over to the toilet. I sat on the cool
seat, resting my elbows on my knees, my head hanging
down. There was a slight noise and I looked up. Mark
was standing there in the doorway. Embarrassed, I
quickly closed my knees together, covering myself
between the legs with my hands. As he stood in the dark
outside the bathroom, I thought I could see a gentle
smile creep across his face.

I grinned and slowly sat up, spreading my legs and
keeping my eyes locked on his. From my peripheral
vision, I thought I could make out his hand slowly
stroking his cock. I tried not to look, concentrating
on my own bodily efforts. A few seconds later, I felt a
steady trickle emerge, which soon became a strong
stream. There was nothing I wouldn’t do for my son now.
I said it and I meant it. Things had changed between
us.

For the remainder of the morning, we made soft love in
bed. So much had happened over the course of the
weekend; over the last month. When I left to go home
that morning, I felt a sense of sadness sweep over me.
He wanted me to stay for a few more hours; just a few
more, he pleaded. But I couldn’t.

It was a long drive home, giving me plenty of time to
think over all that had transpired. When I pulled into
the driveway, my wonderful husband was in the garage,
cleaning it up like he promised me he’d do. And,
although I was physically exhausted, even sore from
having sex all weekend with my son, that night my
husband and I made passionate love with one another.

END