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.

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