Title: How Was Your Day Keywords: mF, inc, mat, mom, son, cheat, nosex Author: Caesar Summary: Dennis takes advantage of his drunk mother while they share a hot tub. Universe: Your Day There was a young lady named Rose With erogenous zones in her toes. She remained onanistic Till a foot-fetishistic Young man became one of her beaux. How Was Your Day by Caesar, copyright 2003 $Revision: 1.5 $ $Date: 2007-12-02 07:47:45 $ "God what a beautiful day!" "It feels like a cool breeze is coming up - it should cools things down before supper time." "Hum... its just wonderful." Doris carefully stands up and then lowers her weight upon the edge of the marble hot tub, one hand bringing her nearly full wine goblet up for another sip. A breeze strikes her face and she closes her eyes and sighs, "Delicious." "Hot mom?" Doris lets her head hang back on her shoulders and just devours the cool breeze. "I thought a tub would be the thing to cool me off - but I feel positively drained!" With his mother's eyes closed, Dennis allowed his eyes to drop downward from her face. He had realized earlier as they had sat within the ragging waters of the jacuzzi tub, that his mother's new one piece bathing suit had become transparent enough to see the mysteries beneath. Sitting in the water together, his mother on her third glass of wine, he still on his first, he had fought the draw of those dark aureoles barely hidden beneath the dark blue one-piece swimsuit as they bounced from the bubbling water of the jets in the sides of the tub. As she had stood up, the heat from the water and from the long hot day of summer being too much for her, her son could not hide his intense delight at the brazen way his mother's nipples and even the triangle of her dark-haired pussy stood out. Doris was a little drunk, she knew, enough so that the frustration that her new expensive bathing suit could never be worn at a public beach or pool was shadowed by the realization that her son could not stop gazing at her body through her suit. If sober she would probably have stood quickly, wrapped a towel around herself and quickly retreated back into the very hot stuffy house behind them. Instead, the wine had calmed that instinctive reaction so that her surprise and perhaps disgust was shadowed by the fact that her forty-three year-old body could still attract a twenty year-old man. That it was her son only caused her to feel strangely safer - whom else could she trust? She would never have the nerve, sober or otherwise, to go out of the safety of her home to parade almost naked before strangers. This was her son, she though gleefully, and he thought she was attractive enough to ogle. So Doris has sat up on the edge of the tub, knowing full well that she was revealing more to her son than any one else since before her marriage, and let him get an eye full. There is absolutely no harm in it, Doris told herself yet again. The cool breeze did feel wonderful, but the near-physical touch her her son's gaze on her body was downright delicious. Dennis saw his mother's nipples harden beneath her dark blue, near-transparent, swimsuit so that they thrust forward boldly. He had actually been able to see them grow from small dark circles beneath the cloth to thick hard wrinkled spears. They made his mouth water and his hands tremble - so much so, that he set his wine goblet down on his side of the marble tub else it was in danger of dropping into the torrential waters that he sat within. It was the first time that Dennis had ever looked upon his mother in any other way but in a maternal regard. Of course he knew that she was a woman, with small breasts and a petite frame - but until the transparent delights of her suit enabled him to consider his mother as if she were naked did he couple his mom with those sexy woman of his fantasy. Her head felt as if it was spinning, but Doris was feeling more alive than she had in years. She allowed her knees to relax so her thighs spread enough for her son to ogle that part of her as well. Not so much spreading her legs as just letting them part naturally. She was not forcing him to stare at her body, she told herself defensively. Slowly Dennis watched as her knees spread and the bumpy triangle beneath the dark purple suit lead the way to the thick outer labia that seemed almost bare against the tight fabric. He could actually see every curve of her sex... his own mother's cunt, he thought feeling heady himself. Doris moaned, with what her son thought, was simply the pleasure of the cool breeze and the warm relaxing tub. "I wish every day could end like this Dennis!" She meant the weather, the hot water and even the growing pleasure between her legs and in her weary lonely soul - yet realized with a naughty delight that it could be taken other ways as well. Dennis merely mumbled his response, "Me too mom." He had barely heard his mother's words, so intent on looking between her legs, that he had not misread the naughty intent that his mother had considered only too late. Doris allowed her growing pleasure to bring forth a gentle playful giggle, as Doris opened her eyes and brought her head back upright. She saw that her son was seated wide-eyed, without blinking, while staring directly between her thighs. It caused a lengthy shiver to run down her spin, ending directly between her legs. The small current of electricity in her groin shocked her enough so that her knees suddenly clamped shut, leaving the son blinking and shaking his head comically. If not for the dampness of the water on her suit, which caused it to become transparent, surely the moisture from between her legs would be visible the middle-aged woman thought famished. He lifted his eyes and stared into his mothers, seeing that they were glassy and relaxed. God, mom has no idea what she is doing to me, Dennis thought. When was the last time any man, and that included her husband, looked upon her that way Doris thought soberly. Oh, to be twenty years younger and unmarried she thought. Doris thought about her husband just then, while taking another sip, if he would get home any time soon. Normally he never committed to a schedule, so that he could properly devote himself to the needs at work - so he claimed. Yet his wife was beginning to feel the desire building within her to the point that she began to yearn for the only man who could give her what she craved for at that moment. With a sigh, Doris realized no matter when her husband got home, he would be more intent on the papers in his ever-at-hand-briefcase than in pleasuring his horny wife. It would be another night when she would have to steal into the bathroom, after everyone was asleep, and use her own hand to calm the flames of passion building within her. It almost caused a sob of sorrow to escape from her - the life she was forced to lead. Doris had to change the situation or she was libel to go insane with the heat between her legs, the pulsating passion of her lonely heart and the knowledge that there was no outlet for the eroticism that she knew existed within her soul. "When is your girlfriend going to arrive honey?" Again the goblet of wine came up to her lips, her eyes staring down at her son. She had to breath deeply else she feared the heat within her would overwhelm and embarrass both her self and her only child. The moment was at an end, thought Dennis, his mother appeared more composed and was not giving him the chance to openly appraise her near-naked body any longer. "This Friday mom, I was going to pick her up at the train." She nodded, already knowing the answer. Her question had simply to deflect her son's attentions - now that Doris realized how silly she had been acting. A new question was in order, "Would you like something special for supper Friday night?" Another sip of wine, she wondering why the passion within her did not seem to be lowering - could she really be that horny Doris wondered? "No thanks mom, she is getting in around six - so I thought I would take her out for a quick supper if she had not ate on the train." Doris nodded, her eyes suddenly not able to look upon her son so they stared down at the red wine within the goblet in her hand. Perhaps, she asked herself, it was time to get out of the tub? Just looking at her child caused the most vivid of images and uncontrolled passions to roll through her. "Still tense mom?" Doris shook her head, not prepared for the question, "Pardon Dennis?" Did he know how hot his mother was at that very moment, she wondered fearfully. Having him admire her body was one thing, but being exposed to his mothers sexuality was a completely different story. He was smiling and staring right at her which caused another shiver to run down her spin to end in the same place. "The tub mom? You said you wanted to have a tub since you had such a tense day?" Doris nodded affirmatively, it had been very hectic at work, one of those days that simply would not end. Dennis' question had been innocent after all, she thought with a strange measure of regret. She had been thinking of a glass of wine and a hot tub in the backyard since noon, voicing it to her son on the phone an hour before leaving work. The sweetheart had prepared it for her, even cleaning it out - as it had yet to be used all summer. Of course her invitation had followed - it would be nice to sit quietly with her only child for an hour, to talk to someone. Hell, her husband was never home and rarely spent five minutes in the same room together, never long enough to talk - thought Doris vehemently. Doris realized the tub had worked, the wine helping so that the stress of her long day had disappeared. Yet a new tension existed within her, one more centralized about her groin. Of course she could not explain that to her son, she thought with ill-humour. "I am still a little tense honey, but the tub is wonderful." Another sip of wine. Dennis slid on the seat to the other empty side of the tub and returned with half full bottle of expensive red wine. One of his father's private stock, to be used to impress his clients only. His mother had requested this particular vintage and year in her phone call - and her son understanding that his mom could care less about her husbands clients. His father's passion for work was a known sore spot in his parents marriage - never a week passed without at least one heated argument about his fathers late nights or another function to attend. He refilled his mom's goblet for the forth time this day. She smiled as to say thank you - starting to consider a drunken stupor to be acceptable to the throbbing horniness that still exists within her. If there was not the danger of her husband coming home to catch his wife of twenty one years humping the bedpost, she might have put some serious consideration into a good bawdy masturbation session. Doris broke out into a hearty laugh, picturing her husband standing open mouthed seeing his wife debasing herself with the arm of his favourite chair, that lasted for half a moment when she realized that Dennis had asked something. He had turned away, possibly thinking her laughter was her response. Her humour died instantly and she asked, "I am sorry Dennis, I was thinking of something else. What did you say?" "Its OK mom, its nothing. What were you thinking about that made you laugh?" He had never heard his mother laugh like that before - so unrestrained, so unlike his mom. Though he had realized her laughter was not in response to his question, it gave him a second chance to back down from his offer. The first time it had been blurted out quickly, spoken fast enough so that he did not loose his nerve half ways through. There was no way that she could tell her son what she had been thinking, picturing the incident actually, so she pushed, "Just silly stuff Dennis. What had you asked?" She genuinely wanted to know - feeling if she gave her son the proper maternal attention he deserved, then she would not feel so enamoured with his visual inspection of her middle-aged body. Dennis shrugged and took a deep breath, and thought, why not? She would take it innocently after all! "I asked, if your still tense, I could massage your calves for you?" The request caused another bolt to run down her spin and Doris felt herself shiver when it struck its target between her legs. Her son was offering to lay his hands upon her... touch her. It was just her legs, she scolded herself, remembering his eyes devouring her near-naked body through her see-through bathing suit. Yet a small voice, a voice fuelled by long neglected passion and by alcohol, told her that even if her son's intentions were not so innocent, what possibly could happen? She was his mother after all that was enough to stop any silliness from going too far. Right? Besides, it would be good to feel a man's hands touching her, Doris thought with another shiver. A single nod prior to taking another, larger, sip of her wine was her response. Dennis suddenly slipped off his seat, so that he was kneeling before her, facing her. God, she though lecherously, when has a man ever knelt before her like that? Then his large strong hands stole beneath the crashing of the waves of the large marble tub and grasped about her calf. A long arrow shot down her spine and caused Doris to feel like her sex was turning into molten rock at just the first touch of Dennis' hands. She allowed her leg to go limp as he lifted it straight out of the water and lowered it so that the back of her ankle sat upon his wide strong shoulder. Doris felt... delicious, and just stared at her beautiful son. He is a gorgeous man she reminded herself. Dennis was regaining some of that bravado that he had felt when he looked upon his mother's near-naked body as she first sat on the edge of the tub. He could see that her eyes had widened and how she sat almost comatose to watch him. Was she starting to wonder at his intentions, Dennis thought gleefully? Did she realize that with the transparent tight suit and his new intimate position that he had a very detailed view of that place between her legs? The hands were strong from years of camping, working, and just keeping active. The hands of a youthful strong man. Doris watched and then almost purred with pleasure as they began to kneed the taunt flesh in her calves, from the back of her ankle all the ways to the back of her knee. He firmly but gently worked both thumbs into the muscle and rotated them to a delicious effect. Within a moment, Doris did not have the power to stop the moan of pleasure to escape her lips. It was a mixture of need, pleasure and of letting go to just enjoy. No longer did she care if her son's offer was anything but innocent - it simply did not matter weighed against the pleasure he was causing within her. Dennis worked on his mother's strongly muscles calves as his girlfriend had taught him when they started to date. He was pleased at the effect he was having upon her, as he had intended. His mother again closed her eyes and allowed her head to fall back on her shoulder, this gave Dennis the opportunity for a much closer look a the breasts and nipples barely an arms length from him, and the curves of her outer labia between her legs. His mother really did have fantastic legs - her best feature, her son thought. With her small petite body, her small breasts, tiny waist - it was her shapely thin legs that drew a mans attention. Distantly, Doris felt her son remove his hands from the one leg and then after a few seconds, grasp the other to bring it up onto his other shoulder. The first leg was then, gently and slowly, lowered back into the water. Then the exquisite touch of his large strong hands began yet again and she swooned with the pleasure of it. Dennis felt the grin spread his lips, by moving to his mother's other leg, he was able to spread her knees much further apart then before. And with his closer proximity, his eyes feasted on the darkness and curves between his mother's legs all within half a meter from him. It was a sight out of his adolescent fantasies - the one 'cunt' that he had dreamt about but had never thought he would ever have a chance to be in such proximity too. In his early teen years, about the time the hair about his groin began to grow, he had noticed that girls were different than boys in a delightful way. The closest 'girl' to him was his mother, having always been close since his father was absent so often and they sought each other's company. So it was natural, he had always told himself, that he would place her upon his pedestal and consider her the pinnacle of womanhood. It was not so much a sexual infatuation as a confused adolescent image. As he had matured, he stopped comparing his mature mother to teenage girls - but had always remembered that this woman was the first that he considered beautiful. Again he brought the first leg back up to his rest upon his shoulder, moving the second leg back down spread widely apart so that nothing was hidden from between his mother's legs for his hungry eyes. So lost in the bliss of relaxation and pleasure, that Doris only peripherally realized that her son's hands had moved higher than her knee. Yet the magic of his touch was not lost as they massaged her all the way up to the top of her thighs, pausing, then moving back down almost to her ankle. The moans of her pleasure did not diminish in the least from this newly massaged zone. Dennis watched as his hands moved barely centimetre's away from that covered crotch that was anything but hidden in the new bathing suit. He had inhaled the new musk that could only come from a single source and it drove into his senses like a lance. Never before had he smelled anything that so blatantly shouted 'sex'. Again he switched legs, moving his body closer in so that his mother's calf rested upon his shoulder, against his neck. His hands spent the whole time massaging the soft supple flesh from her knee to the place inside her legs where the flesh ended and nirvana started. A new power filled his person and Dennis felt more alive than at any time before. It was like the first time he had lost his virginity, or the first time that he had intentionally made a girl orgasm, or the times he had made his current girlfriend beg for him - yet this was better by many magnitudes. This was the forbidden area of life, where no son's reality should tread. And rather than fill him with trepidation and even fear, it caused him to feel more like a man that any any other time in his life. It did not hurt that his mother was whispering meaningless things while licking her lips randomly. Or that her eyes were tightly closed while her head rolled back and forth on her own shoulders. She was lost in that passionate place that he had seen his girlfriend enter - a place that gave him the power over her pleasure, and ultimately his own. Dennis began to wonder just how far he could take this? The pleasure-filled cloud Doris now found herself within was no longer dominated by lust - but the relaxing pleasure of her son's hands drawing it from her tense body. There was a certain loss, she distantly thought, that she could not loose herself into that cloud of lust with any man but her husband. And he had barely touched her in years. Was that why she was so responsive to her own child's advances, the looks and the hands upon her legs? Could she truly be so horny, so passionate, that even the innocent touch of her loving child could draw out what was smoldering within her? Another part of her was thankful that the lust was being shadowed by relaxation, as those feelings when with her son were both dangerous and wrong. Was he hard beneath the water, she wondered? At that very second, the cloud of her mind was broken asunder and she felt herself clench every muscle in her body - the edge of her son's large strong hand had grazed slowly against the crotch of her bathing suit - directly over her hypersensitive clitoris. A second to recognize what had happened before she forced herself to sit with her head straight up, and her eyes open in surprise looking directly at her son. It had to have been an accident didn't it? The son she had raised to be a man would never touch her that way, not even when she was vulnerable from being lonely and half-ways drunk? There was not another man alive that was as strong of will or honest as her son, not even her husband. Doris proudly recalled that he was the product of her life, since her husband had been mostly absent with work, and she trusted him completely! Sitting straight up Doris starred down at the top of her son's brown head of hair, considering her reaction while ignoring the longing throb between her legs. It had to have been a mistake, hadn't it, she wondered? Her son did not seem to even notice that his mother had stopped her swooning from his massage. Doris felt as if she were on the edge of a cliff, and she could see over the edge into the abyss and every part of her wanted her to jump, but everything in her life told her to step back, to walk away. She slipped her leg off her son's strong shoulder so that both of her feet were again standing on the bench within the marble tub. "Thanks Dennis... that felt wonderful honey." She took a lengthy sip of her wine and waited for him to return back to the other side of the large tub, to the other seat. It was sudden dismissal, but one that the mature woman thought was overdue. She had been acting childish - like a giggly teenager she chided herself. She would finish this last glass of wine and then depart into the privacy of her bedroom. Dennis also felt as if he were at the edge of a great adventure, but it was the beginning of some great and rewarding trek and not a leap into an abyss. He had seen, and felt, his mothers response while massaging her leg - while simply sitting here drinking wine with her only son. He had lead his girlfriend to such a 'place', knowing what came next was simply nirvana for both of them. Dennis truly loved to give pleasure to the woman he is with, he had learnt this lesson early in his sexuality. By giving pleasure, he had learnt that pleasure was readily returned. The fact that his mother was at the edge of that 'place' and he was holding the reigns with nothing but surreal. He no longer felt nervous about his desire for his mom, about bringing it to the surface so that she discover that her own son wanted her, as he had when he had earlier asked if she wanted a massage. Dennis was even doubting that she was innocent in the fact that he was so obviously glaring at her exposed body, figuring she had sat up on the edge of the tub to expose herself to him. And if that was the case, perhaps she wanted him as much as he was realizing he wanted her! All those years of teenage frustrations, prior to loosing his virginity at sixteen, he had looked upon this woman as perfect, something to cherish, love and protect. Suddenly, Dennis now thought of his mom as a sexy piece of flesh, the unattainable that was within his grasp. All that lead up to this moment, his eyes looking up soberly into his mother tired looking glass-eyed gaze. Doris saw something she had never seen within her son's eyes just before he reached down beneath the water and firmly brought her foot up to his shoulder. She watched as he placed the flat of her foot directly upon his bare breast, the toes pointed just over his shoulder. This caused her knee to be bent at an almost ninety degree angle. His gaze still did not move when he reached down to the other foot beneath the raging waters of the tub and moved it awkwardly to the side of the tub. Doris watched as her son moved her second foot up and onto the side of the tub that she sat upon, forcing her thighs almost painfully apart, both her knees bent. It took a few confused seconds before Doris realized that this position that her son had placed her in had spread her thighs wide enough that it was obscene if viewed from his angle. She should just move her thighs back together, she told herself, but Dennis had put her in this strange position for a reason. "Honey...?" Doris did not have a chance to continue, since her son did the most amazing thing to her, something she had never even considered any man to do to her outside her marriage bed. The setting, the company, even the fact that her husband was due home at any time - all contributed to the confusion of the moment, that this was in fact a dream, a fantasy, rather than the reality that she had assumed it was. Dennis starred into his mothers confused tired eyes and reached forward with one of his hands and cupped upward into the widely spread covered crotch before him. Seated as she was on the edge of the marble tub, only the back half of her buttocks held her weight so that the front half was resting directly above the raging waters beneath. Coupled with the position that Doris had been posed in, this opened gave her vagina a wide berth for what her son had just done. Dennis was actually surprised that his mother had not jumped up and started to shout at him, when his hand first came into contact with her crotch. He was also surprised, as his hand gently stroked outside her near-transparent bathing suit, feeling his fingers along the warm wet cloth directly over the slit where her outer labia met, that she did not respond in any way - including positively. In his earlier synopsis, Dennis had seen that his mother was on the edge of a pleasure that he realized he could deliver. He wanted that for her, if for no other reason than to give the pleasure that surely his mother needed since her husband was away so often. Yet he was not prepared to take that fateful step, grasp her cunt and rub her wet hot slit, while his mom just sat there silently and stared down at him in surprise and confusion. There had to be some reaction that spoke positively of the path that Dennis had started down. A full minute passed and other than a hand rubbing the covered vagina before him, nothing else happened or moved. Dennis, knowing he had already jumped into the deep end of the pool, used a technique he had learnt the hard way with girls his own age. He used his middle two fingers, of the hand stroking his mother's sex, to grasp the elastic edge of her suit and pull it to the side, exposing her sex. Just a heartbeat behind that move, he slipped his hand between her suit and her damp hot pussy, so that his same two fingers slipped into the groove of nirvana. Doris hissed in surprised but still did not move, the alcohol slowing her senses so that she had not caught up to reality as yet. As soon as his fingers had touched the very hot wrinkled flesh between his mother's legs, Dennis was amazed at how wet it was. Having had a great view of her covered crotch earlier, he had assumed the dampness of her suit was from being in the hot tub water moments before. No, Dennis had two of his fingers along the crevice to heaven and it was slippery wet, proof that this was more than simply a relaxing moment for his mother. Still looking up into his mother's face and her stunned eyes, he pushed his hand forward so that his fingers slipped along their track and sunk deep into the wet hot hole of his own parents vagina. Doris lost it at that point - dropping her wine goblet, forgotten, into the tub so that the red liquid mixed with the torrent thrashing of the water. Both her hands grasped at the slippery hard edge of the tub to steady herself, instinctively knowing that her body was out of control, as her head snapped back and a muffled squeal escaped from past her muted lips. No one, outside herself or her doctor, had ever inserted fingers into her vagina. And no one had ever caused her to feel so alive with abandon. Doris felt as if she were transforming into another woman - one who could let herself sink into the depravity and lust that delivered the ultimate pleasure. Nothing in her life, and that included the most exquisite memories between her husband and her in the early years of their marriage, came even close to what her son was making her feel now! Dennis allowed his eyes to finally stroll down his mothers tense body, past her thrusting hard nipples to the dark brown kinky wet hair exposed at the top edge of his hand. With the position that he found himself in, and since he was holding the elastic of her bathing suit wide with his thumb while his fingers had slipped into his mom's body, he could not see what he had long desired. Using his free hand, he grasped the edge of her suit and held it to the far side of her sex - keeping it exposed and leaving his thumb for other endeavours. This allowed him to drop his palm so that his two fingers were nearly pressed straight up with the hand low enough for his eyes to look upon the forbidden cunt that he had never dared even dream about. It was at that moment when all of the stars were in alignment and Dennis began to move his two fingers slowly and firmly in and out of his mothers wet hot sex. Life would never be the same for either mother or son. Doris was panting without shame or consideration, her whole being was surrounded by the impregnable pleasure bubble that only had one outlet. Her stomach was rolling like waves as little spasms shot out from her sex to various parts of her body. To stop herself from screaming out with pleasure, the middle-aged woman bite her bottom lip so that even the blood flowing into her mouth felt exquisite. She did this not out of fear of being overheard by a neighbour, or embarrassment with her only child - but that it distracted her subconscious from the pleasure it was enduring. A grunting noise came from deep down in her throat, and it echoed in time to those two perfectly sized fingers that seemed to stretch her as they pumped again and again into her helpless body. Dennis was pumping into his mother's sex with long even strokes as his eyes simply feasted upon the sight before him. God, he thought, dad mustn't have been giving it to mom! Even her sex was in proportion to her petite body - tighter than even the girlfriend whom as half his mother's age! More than anything he wanted to replace his fingers with his painfully hard dick. It was the ultimate fantasy, to actually copulate with his mother - to fuck the woman of his fantasies. A small part of her consciousness realized it was her son that was shoving those fingers in and out of her and it added to the excitement. Her whole life seemed to change all at once - from cheating on her spouse and committing incest with her only child. Not only had she discovered pleasure at such a late date, but she had allowed herself to accept it with such ease that Doris began to think of herself as her ultimate perception of a slut. And she found pleasure and freedom in such an unchartered sexual route. The bottom half of her body was shoving itself forward in time to the two fingers moving inward. The noises coming from her mouth were becoming anxious and laboured while the noises echoing from between her legs were loud enough to hear over the torrent of the hot tub. Doris leaned forward at the waist so that she practically lay upon the raised shapely leg and pressed her head next to her child's, nearly upon his shoulder. She was whispering chaotically between her grunts and sighs, "Yes... finish me... I need it so bad!" Dennis was trembling himself, wanting to partake in this event by doing something more selfish. His experience with his girlfriend, when he drew her toward this level of passion, was to simply allow her to enjoy it - knowing that the rewards were extremely profitable. Yet, this was his mother, any man's forbidden and ultimate fantasy and Dennis was finding it difficult to simply be a semi-bystander. Besides, he was not so certain if the payoff would be returned in this case - after his mother sobered up and realized what had happened between them. No, in fact, he was very certain that tomorrow his mother would be horrified at what they had done and be filled with guilt that it would take years of work to have any type of maternal relationship with her again - let along sexual. No, it was this moment or none at all. Then again, there was power in delivering such pleasure and even if his mom never allowed anything untoward to happen between them again, both of them would know, would remember this moment when their roles were reversed. Doris was panting right into her son's ear, "So close... make mommy come... oh...!" Dennis knew he could do anything to his mother right then - and that alone may be better than a single orgasm on his part. His mother would forever remember this moment, this gift of pleasure, and know that her son could have used her willingly. He could yank her back into the water and upon his lap so that they could fuck vigorously for the both of their enjoyments. He could also spin her around so that her head hung out of the tub and he could enjoy himself with both her holes. His mother was his, Dennis knew without a doubt. When she awoke from this encounter she too would know it, he thought with a smirk! The thick clear juices were running down his working hand and his mother hung upon that ridge of pleasure when he stopped moving his fingers within her body. Confusion filled her passion-filled world and Doris felt as if she were being hung by her ankles over the edge of that abyss. The words tumbled mindlessly from her lips and directly into her son's ear, "Please... please make me come... please honey, mommy needs it so bad... oh god, please... finger fuck mommy...!" His fingers renewed their invasion of his mother's body with renewed vigour - as if they had only been waiting for her desperate request - at the same time the other hand that was holding her bikini elastic aside moved enough so that the thumb pressed down into the very erect and sensitive clitoris. That was the beginning of the end and Doris clenched every muscle in her body while holding her breath seeing the fantastical moment fast approaching and she was powerless against it! Then it happened - as Doris orgasmed as if for the first time in her life. Which may as well have been since at no time in her life had she felt such uncontrollable explosion of lust within her. It was incredible, it was awe-inspiring and it was majestic. It was the first time in her life that she was completely out of control - or more specific, under total control of another. Doris loved it. Dennis continued to shove his fingers in and out of her while teasing the large hard clitoris with his thumb while his mother violently twitched and squealed against her son. It was the most powerful orgasm that he had ever witnessed, let alone delivered and he felt like a god. All too soon, Doris began the descent into exhausted consciousness. Almost tenderly, her son allowed his fingers to be voided by the hot wet cavern that they had so recently pleasured. Then with both his hands, he gently removed foot from his shoulder, returning it to the step beneath the water. And finally, Dennis firmly pressed upon his mother's shoulder to push her back into a feeble upright position. Dennis returned back to the other side of the marble tub and looked upon his swaying exhausted mother. The leg raised up on the edge of the tub had not moved from where he had placed it but the other leg that he had returned to the water was now interrupting the exquisite sight between his mothers legs. With his foot he reached across the tub and gently shoved her knee apart from the other so that his view was again completely unobstructed. Doris regretted how quickly her sanity was returning, though she felt so dizzy and exhausted that she feared falling backward onto the grass of the lawn. Yet, not so gone was she that she realized the position her son had moved her in, that he was again looking upon her exposed loins, with barely any covering now, as the elastic of her bathing suit had covered her sex half ways to its original position. She wanted him to look upon her, the realization hit her. Dennis had given her more pleasure with just two fingers than she could ever remember in any given year since she had started to masturbate herself as a teenager. If looking could get him to give his mother more of the same pleasure... Doris shivered at the thought. Yet it was wrong, wasn't it? Doris understood the morality of what just happened and consciously wondered what had become of her. Was she so horny that she would sink to such depths of depravity? And what about Dennis, she wondered, he had not drunk himself into a near-stupor as an excuse for what he had just done. Could he have desired his own mother cold sober? It was incredible to the middle-aged woman, and caused her to swoon at the thought all the same, as she could not imagine her child doing this to her without some forethought. Unlike her, Doris shivered again at the realization. It was intoxicating that she could be the focus of any man's fantasies, having never considered it possible before this moment. Dennis watched his mothers eyes intently, seeing the waves of emotions and thoughts roll through her, forcing himself to wear a small gentle smile, as he brought up the two fingers that had so recently been within her body and slipped them into his mouth. His mother visibly shook at the bawdy display before reaching slowly down with one hand to again expose herself fully by drawing apart the elastic of the suit. Her eyes were intense, watching her son suck the visible juices from his fingers. The taste was sharp and intense, almost sweet as sugar cane - the taste lingering upon his tongue and Dennis found himself craving more. Oh god, she thought, its starting again! "Touch yourself mom." It was a chance on his part - but not a very challenging one, as the power of what had just transpired between them still lay within both warm sexy bodies. The sound of her son's strong voice, the words telling her to do what should be the unthinkable before anyone else, it was quickly filling her whole being with that lust that she had considered only a once in a lifetime pleasure. How could any one, any man, have this power over her? Let alone her only child! The fact that he was sucking her vaginal juices before her was just beyond words. Had any other person alive, other than herself which was one of her secret vices, tasted the nectar extruded from her sex? The pleasure of its taste was obvious upon his radiant face, she knew. Dennis watched as his mother's second hand slid slowly down between her lewdly spread thighs and into the brown thatch that he had come to know so well. And hopped to enjoy even more. The middle finger of her hand disappeared into the same groove that he had just vacated. A loud sigh escaped her as her consciousness began to cloud with renewed lust. Doris watched through this hazy lens as her son reached down beneath the water and returned to the surface holding his swim trunks. She was violently trembling now, but her mouth was watering... wanting him, wanting to be perverse and without a conscious, she wanted to feel the pleasure that she knew only he could give, again and again! Dennis placed both his hands on either side of his hips on the step he sat upon to steady himself, so that he may stand. His cock was so hard that it hurt and he could not decide which looked better, those full red lips with the tongue frequently licking them or the lush brown bush and the hot wet crevice that it hid. Just as he started to shift his weight to his feet, beginning to stand up, his mother's eyes wide and looking into the torrential water as if she could already see her son's hard cock, anxious - a voice came from within their home, out the open patio door, "Hello? Doris? Dennis? Anyone home?" Dad! Thought Dennis in a sudden panic. Who... oh god! Doris immediately shot her knees together and sobbed in instant fear, her wide eyes coming to look upon her son, as if to ask what they should do. Both her hands came up to hold over her open mouth - the pleasure she had felt so recently had disintegrated with the speed of this reality coming so close to being exposed. Dennis dropped back into the water with a slash, his naked ass dropping onto the seat he had just vacated with such high expectations. Then frantically, he reached out and retrieved his floating swim trunks and shoved them beneath the water. He looked up to see his mother asking silently what she should do and he whispered harshly, "Just relax!" Then he looked down, and even with her knees clamped together, could see that the crotch of her suit was still pressed to the side so that the top of her pussy was shown. Dennis nodded with his chin and grunted non-too gently, "Cover yourself mom!" She felt like fainting, but quickly shoved a hand down to adjust her bathing suit - at the same time looking down to see that it was no longer transparent, having mostly dried of the water that caused her body to be exposed for her son. Perhaps, she thought quickly, the symbolism should be taken literally with regards to what she and Dennis had just done. "There you guys are! Doris did you hear what happened on the market today?" Dennis forced a smile upon his face and said, "Hey Dad? Home early today?" Doris was still frozen, knowing that her husband of many years would instantly tell that she had an orgasm. Though he had rarely seen his wife in the post-climax moments, her condition had to be obvious to a blind man - she knew. "Yes, I realized we had not had a family dinner in nearly two weeks." The tall man in the expensive suit and tie, carrying a briefcase in one hand and a folded newspaper in the other, suddenly frowned at the back of his wife's head. "Doris, you OK? Dennis felt his heart stop thumping and his breathing stop. "Dennis did you turn up the heat in the tub again? I told you not to touch the temperature gauge son!" The old man's attention had turned to his son and his voice had changed into a familiar bass with his anger. "Sorry dad - just a little." The father and husband nodded, knowingly, "Doris you look positively wrung out - your skin is all red and your sweating as if you have a fever." The man shoved his paper beneath the arm that held the briefcase and bent over to retrieve a towel. "Here Doris, come out and have a cold shower. That will make you feel better." Doris blinked three times, still staring forward at her son, when she took a deep breath and realized that her life may not be coming to an end at this very moment after all. Her husband was truly blind she realized, reaffirming years of her sexual frustrations and her unvocalized begging of him to pleasure her! She turned her head slowly, realizing that she could feel the weariness in every muscle of her body. "Your right Peter, a cold shower might just make me feel better." She took the offered towel, wondering if her husband could be as deaf as he was blind, to not hear the trembling within her voice. Peter was still frowning, "You look downright sick Doris. Dennis, I will talk to you later!" Doris took the towel and wrapped it around beneath her arm pits, tying it just above her small breasts. "Dennis, turn off the hot tub and clean it before supper son." His voice had little leverage for negotiation and Dennis nodded in agreement. She could not look at her son, fearful that her husband would read something in their shared gaze. Now that the passion was a memory she began to wonder just what the hell she had been doing, what had allowed her to succumb to the incestuous desires that her son had revealed to her. Perhaps, with a little luck, she and Dennis could return to a 'normal' mother and son relationship - to try and forget, or at least ignore, what had happened here today. She even considered sitting down and talking with her child, to try and explain that a mature woman starts to feel desires that she had never experienced before... but then Doris realized the heat she would try to explain was the same that her son was going through right now! Peter turned slowly, shaking his head in disgust at the actions of his son - causing his mother to become nearly sick. That boy was getting old enough to be more responsible, he knew, and perhaps it was time to get him a place of his own. He would even pay for the first years rent - to help the boy out. Peter began to consider the possibilities - the silence and peace of a home without his adult-child. "Whats for dinner Doris?" He turned around before getting an answer and started to stride back into the house through the open patio glass door. Doris stole one side-long glance at her only child, to see if he was watching as she climbed out of the tub and back onto the cedar patio floor. She saw that he was looking at her intently and it caused a familiar shiver to roll down her spin and charge into her clitoris. Dennis looked different to her now, no longer her child but a man. The thought caused another shiver as she strode upon trembling leg muscles toward the same patio doorway that her husband had disappeared into. "Mom?" It was spoken gently but firmly and Doris immediately stopped her retreat but could not turn around. It had to end here and now she thought, what would the world think of a woman that succumbed to her own child's desires as well as her own. She was a married woman - if she needed sex, her husband was the one that she should turn too. And if he continued to deny her or to be blind to his wife's desires, then it was her duty to try that much harder! But the pleasures that now only existed in memory and with her trembling muscles almost caused her to swoon with renewed desire. She had to be strong, she told herself, to deny the immoral desires that her son caused within her. "Mom...?" Her mouth was suddenly dry and she remembered the sound of her son's words when he told her to touch herself. Another shiver. "Yes Dennis?" Could she resist that voice ever again - knowing the pleasure that he could deliver to her? She had to, she scolded herself yet again. "Another tub... and massage tomorrow mom?" Dennis saw his mother's head turn so that she again looked upon him, her face was bright red and her eyes wide in surprise. Her lips began to move but nothing came out and he saw that she was physically trembling so that he wondered if she would fall. Then with a rapid anxious movement, she nodded up and down in the affirmative, before quickly shuffling into the house. --