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 Lo & Behold by Diola Dragontail

   Chapter 7: Sunday Morning Again

   Ben opened a single eye when he heard the knock at his bedroom door.  It
wasn't much of a knock, but it was enough to jar him out of sleep.  He
hardly had a moment to collect his mind before the door opened and he heard
the voice of his father.

   "Ben?"

   Through the single opened eye he could make out the silhouette of his
father, illuminated by the light from the hallway.

   "Dad?" He managed to groan a tired questioning reply.

   There was a moment's pause before he heard his father's voice again. 
"Just doing my rounds.  Everything okay in here?"

   For a moment the question baffled Ben.  Rounds?  Dad hadn't done rounds
in years.  And never before in the morning either.  What could possibly be
wrong in here?

   "Yes." Ben groaned in reply again, after all, as far as he could tell,
the room didn't appear to be on fire.

   "Okay." His father replied, not really sounding all that convinced.  "Go
back to sleep."

   There was one more brief pause before the door closed again, leaving Ben
still baffled but alone again.

   Ben closed his eyes but made no attempt to go back to sleep.  He just
listened carefully, to see if his father was going to come back with
another equally baffling conversation.

   He heard him walk down the hallway, then nothing for a few moments. 
Just when all sounded quiet again, he heard his father coming back down the
hall, towards his door.  He braced himself for the door to open again.

   But this time he didn't stop.  The footsteps passed right by his door
and back towards his parent's bedroom.

   There was only a second's pause before he heard his father pace down the
hallway yet again.  This time he heard the footsteps descend the stairs
into silence.

   Ben waited a moment longer, then deciding that the house had finally
calmed down, he turned over in relative safety.  He looked at his clock and
saw that it was still god awful early in the morning.  He couldn't remember
the last time he'd been awake at this hour on a Sunday.  Not when there was
no good reason to be awake and nothing good to watch on television.

   He sat in bed for a moment longer and just listened, but couldn't hear
anything.  Everything was quiet and he was pretty satisfied that most
everyone else was still asleep.

   His mind drifted back to the event's of yesterday afternoon, something
that had passed through his mind repeatedly since then.

   He remembered the way his mother's body looked spread across the kitchen
table.  He could remember the feeling of his cock in her mouth, like it was
still in her.  The way the sweat of her pussy seeped around his fingers
while he held her.

   The painful need of his rising erection shocked him back to the here and
now.  The ache cried out for release, but just like last night, he doubted
his hand could provide all the fulfillment he craved.

   Stepping out of his bed, he paid little heed to the noise he might make.
His mind was solely focused on sating his own desire.

   He opened his bedroom door boldly, not feeling the slightest bit of
shyness.  The hallway was empty again and there was no sound that his
father had come back upstairs or was even about to.

   His gaze fell onto his parent's bedroom door as his mind raced quickly
over the situation.  Past experience told him that his mother was probably
still asleep beyond that door.  She never got up this early and when she
did get up, she always made a lot of noise.

   His desire told him that no matter how much time he might have before
his father returned, it would be plenty.

   He stepped confidently down the hallway towards the bedroom door.  He
imagined himself the conquering hero of some action movie.  Going to enjoy
the spoils of his victory, the way the movies always seemed to hint at, but
never quite show.

   He opened the door to his parent's bedroom and stepped inside, closing
the door behind him.  His father having to stop to open the door might
provide him just a couple of extra seconds that he would need.

   He surveyed his new domain and saw that his assumptions were correct. 
His parent's bed still had one sleeping occupant.  And the spot his father
normally slept in was invitingly empty.

   He just stood and watched the sleeping body, not frozen both by
nervousness and lust.  His blood pumped in his head, making his eyes throb.
His mind raced over the possible consequences of moving forward.

   His father could come in and putting an end to it.  His mother rejecting
him.  Any of a hundred different things that could go wrong.

   But then yesterday his mother said they'd do it again, and they hadn't.
And his dad was actually encouraging him to do it.

   His eyes drifted slowly over her form.  She laid on her side, with her
back to him, the sheet covering her.  He could see little of her body, but
that just seemed to excite him more than just plainly seeing could have
possibly done.

   He could see the dull dark outline of her panties through the white
sheet.  He could see the long narrow bump that was probably the hem of her
t-shirt around her waist.  He traced that up her side until he could see
the edge of her shirt just peeking over the edge of the sheet.

   He pulled down his shorts and stifled a painful grunt as the hem caught
on his stiffened cock.  Excitement had gotten the better of him in more
ways than one, but it left him undeterred.

   He carried the shorts as he walked to the edge of the bed, then, not
knowing what else to do with them, hung them over the corner of the bed. 
He lifted up the sheet carefully, trying to be sure not to wake his mother,
and then even more carefully slipped into the bed.

   It was still warm from his father, he guessed.  He laid his head on the
pillow and pulled the sheet over himself.  Watching as his cock made a
little tent in front of him, a spot of wetness already appearing on the
white sheet.

   He just laid there for a long moment, waiting to see if his mother would
stir, but she didn't.  Her snoring faltered for a moment, but quickly
returned to its normal rhythm.

   Ben reached over and placed his hand on his mother's hip.  He could feel
the strap of her panties, the way it snugly wrapped around her hip.  He
traced the edge of the fabric with his fingertips, barely touching his
mother's skin above the soft fabric.  As he touched her, he just laid still
and stared up at the ceiling.

   He turned on his side slowly to watch her, but she still didn't move,
still serenely asleep.  His eyes drifted lower, watching the lump that his
hand made, traveling back and forth under the sheet.

   Still her breathing didn't change.  Not the slightest stirring came from
her at all.

   He followed the sweep of her panties, passing slowly over the curve of
her ass.  His hand shook as he found the soft skin at the bottom crook of
her ass peeking out under her panties.

   Her breathing changed now, letting out a little moan of satisfied
appreciation between exhales.  That was all the encouragement he needed to
proceed.

   He moved his hand further up, cupping the cheek of her ass through her
panties.  It was soft and warm, with a more than satisfying amount of give.
He squeezed slightly and watched how his mother's breathing quickened.  She
was obviously enjoyed this.

   He brought his free hand to her other cheek now.  Squeezing more, making
her breathing come even sharper.  She mumbled something in reply, but it
didn't sound like words, more just verbalized emotions.

   He shifted closer to her now, just within inches of her, but being
careful not to crowd her too much yet.  He couldn't see through the sheet,
but he could imagine his stiff cock pointing straight out at his mother. 
It ached for her to touch it even more now.

   He took a deep breath and slipped his hands lower, touching her bare
skin again.  He marveled at how soft her skin was right at the base of her
ass.  His hands didn't stay there very long though, lifting them back up
and under her panties.

   His hands began massaging her skin directly, causing her hips to shake.
At almost the same time, both he and his mother let out a satisfied moan,
one mimicked by other.

   Then she moved, catching him off guard, being so caught up in the
massage he was giving his mother.  She didn't turn and she didn't even
really seem to be awake.  Her hand just reached down, took his top hand in
hers and raised it up, dragging it across her flesh and out of her panties.

   For a brief second he thought it was all over.  His other hand froze,
just holding her ass.  Like a hawk his eyes followed the movement of his
mother's hand, dragging his hand along in tow.

   She pulled his hand up and to his stunned amazement, she placed it right
over her breast.  He could feel her stiff nipple poking through the thin
fabric of her shirt, boring a hole into his hand

   He twitched involuntarily for a second, the sheer fulfilled anticipation
of the moment cresting over his mind.  Then starting to massage her ass
again, which now produced mewls of pleasure from her.

   He didn't move his hand on her breast, just holding it seemed to be
enough for the moment.  He slipped his hand out of her panties and with the
new found freedom, he shifted even closer to her.  Pressing his nude body
against her clothed back.

   He could feel his cock brushing against her pantied ass.  Making his
mother stir even more, grinding her hips slowly back against him.

   "Ummm, Mike." Sara moaned in her half-awake state.

   He was about to correct her, but he decided to just keep silent.  He
didn't want to surprise her and loose the moment.  Besides, he kind of
enjoyed the way she was barely awake but still excited.

   He moved his hand slightly, lowering it so that her nipple was between
his fingers.  He started to roll the stiff nub now, feeling it grow even
harder.  His mother gasped and clutched his hand tighter, not wanting it to
slip away from her.

   He pushed his head closer to her back, inadvertently keeping her from
rolling over.

   In Sara's half awake mind, she was fully aware of the pleasure her body
was experiencing.  It had entwisted it self into her dreamscape, but it was
a vague sort of colorful dream.  Not one easily translated into conscious
thought.

   Still, Mike was there, and he was touching her.  His hands eager and
grasping, rougher and less familiar than she remembered.  It evoked
memories of old cars and stolen moments in the backseat when she was
younger.

   Ben was holding his breath tightly as his mother started to grind her
hips harder against him.  He could feel the wet spots he was leaving all
over her panties.  And even this was a thousand times more fulfilling than
what he had done by himself.

   He slipped his hand out from under his mother's hand, away from her
breast.  He was surprised to feel his mother's hand stay in place, her own
fingers starting to rub her nipple now.  He slipped his hand under her
t-shirt and brought it up her chest, feeling the soft curve of the
underside of her breast and how much it felt like the same spot on her ass.

   As he started to move even higher, his mother's hand retreated, leaving
him easy access to her nipple again, inviting him up to touch her again.

   Her hand drifted lower, her legs shifting and parting.  She reached
between them and grasped his cock.

   Ben swallowed hard as he felt his mother grasp his dick.  It wasn't a
soft grab, but insistent and needing.  He could tell she wanted him, she
needed him.

   "Ohhh... Mike." She groaned out and again he decided not to correct her.
He actually sort of liked her mistaking him for his father.

   She cupped his dick in her hand and rubbed it against her panties
between her legs.  He could feel how hot and wet she was down there, just
like he was.

   In Sara's mind, the briefest flicker of recognition started to ignite.
Even in her half awake mind she was familiar enough with her husband's body
to know when something wasn't as it should be.

   Ben slipped his other hand under his mother's pillow, hugging her
tightly now, clutching himself to her back.  His desire was a fine, hot pin
prick of light.  Burning hotter and hotter as the seconds passed, insistent
enough to drown out all other thoughts.

   Sara used her other hand to pull her panties to the side, clutching her
son's dick directly against the enflamed folds of her flesh.  Their sweat
and cum mixing, lubricating each other.  Making him slip and slide all
around her.

   Ben's fingers pinched her nipple now, shocking her fully awake.  The
tiny flicker of doubt suddenly fanned up into full blown realization.  She
knew it wasn't Mike behind her and, furthermore, she knew who was.

   "Ben?" She asked, questioningly, her hand still holding his dick against
her.  Her hips still rocking back and forth against him.

   In truth, she didn't remember the events of their previous carnality
yet. She was too full engulfed in the moment to have any such rational
thoughts.

   "Unnnn..." Ben grunted in reply, the word didn't mean anything, but the
affirmative tone of voice was enough.  Not to mention she'd recognize her
own son's voice anywhere.

   Her fingers continued to knead his shaft against her cunt, even as her
mind flashed through self doubt.  She knew what was happening was probably
wrong and she knew that she should probably stop.  But the young enthusiasm
of his cock excited her even more.  The sheer idea of the wrongness fanned
her flames even more.

   "Does that feel good?" She asked, rubbing him tighter against herself.

   She wanted to fuck him.  She wanted to show him new pleasures.  She
wanted to experience him feeling these things for the first time. 
Yesterday's afternoon's enjoyments only slowly coming back into her mind
now.  This would be better than then, now it was just him and her, mother
and son.  No one else to interrupt or interfere.

   "Unnnnnn..." Ben replied again in the affirmative, his voice low and
droning now.

   This positioning just wouldn't do.  True, she liked when Mike did this
to her, but she wanted to see Ben's face for this.  She pulled her hips
away from him, letting his slick cock slip out of her hands.  Prompting a
quizzical "uhhhh?" reply from him.

   "Shhhh." She replied with a smile as she turned over to face him. 
"Don't worry, mommy is going to make it all better."

   Ben just stared at his mother as she turned to face him, her hands
pushing the sheet down.  He could feel her eyes looking down across his
body.  She smiled when she saw his cock.

   Sara licked her lips as her eyes beheld her son's engorged cock, red and
slick with her own juices.  She reached down to the edges of her t-shirt
and pulled it up and over her head.  Tossing it behind them without taking
her eyes off of him.

   His eyes dropped instinctively to her chest, bringing an even bigger
smile to her face.

   "You like mommy's tits?" She asked him, "Would you like to suck them? 
Mommy would like you to suck them."

   Ben didn't even bother to answer her, he just moved forward quickly, his
mouth latching onto her right nipple like a starving newborn, both of his
hands gripping the sides tightly.

   "Oooh.  Eager little boy, aren't you?" The roughness of his mouth, the
sharp pain of his over achieving suckling was uncomfortable, but the
excitement she could feel through him, that more than made up for the
occasional twangs of sharp pain.

   She lifted her arm and cupped the back of his head, holding him just
like she had when he was a baby.  Her other hand reaching down to her
panties, trying her best to shift them off without distracting him.  She
was only able to get them down to her knees before she pushed his head back
a bit.

   "Mommy wants you to fuck her now, okay honey?" She told him, the sheer
audacity of the statement sent shivers through her body.  "Would you like
that?"

   Ben nodded quickly now.  He had no words to reply.  He wasn't even sure
his mouth would work if he tried.

   Sara reached down and grasped her son's hand, pulling him with her as
she rolled onto her back.  Bringing him up against the side of her body
again.  His cock smearing pre-cum across her hips.

   "Come on and get on top of mommy.  She'll help you do this." She
whispered encouragingly, pulling his hand slightly again.

   Ben shifted his weight and slinked on top of his mother's willing body.
She guided him so that their hips were on the same level, which brought his
head only up to her neck.  His cock bounced sloppily around between her
thighs, occasionally brushing her cunt and causing her to whimper in
pleasure.

   "Take mommy's panties off." She whispered to her son, pushing his hand
down her legs.

   Ben's hand went the rest of the way on its own, gripping the side of her
panties and pulling them down roughly.  It was only a second after they
were tossed aside that he began grinding his hips against her again.

   "Here honey, let mommy help." Sara said as she reached down between his
legs.  Guiding his cock towards her, aiming his plunging thrust right
between her lips.

   With the penetration into his mother, Ben's body went rigid.  The
feeling was like nothing he had experienced before.  It wasn't anything
like he imagined it would be.  No, it was better.  He just sat still there,
not wanting to let the pleasure fade.

   Sara gasped as she felt her son's cock surge into her.  She watched his
face screw up into a mask of indescribable pleasure.  She wondered what he
was feeling right now, but she could see that he was certainly enjoying it.

   She just held her hips still and let him get accustomed to the feelings.
Her hands moving up to rub his small ass.  It was toned and hard, curving
in at the sides.  She could almost remember when Mike's was like this, but
that seemed like a lifetime, no, two lifetimes ago.

   "Are you okay, honey?" She finally decided to ask, using just a hushed
whisper.

   Ben nodded slowly, dry swallowing some of his enthusiasm.  "....yes." He
managed to croak out.

   Sara shifted her hips downwards, into the mattress, drawing him almost
entirely out of her.  "Honey, it feels even better when you move like
this..."

   And she slowly shifted her hips back up, towards him.

   The exquisite friction of their flesh together made Ben's eyes go wide.
Suddenly he felt something that was better than just being inside his
mother.

   He blinked quickly as Sara repeated the motion, drawing him all the way
into and out of her again.  Only this time she was able to let him slip
entirely out of her.  On the upward thrust, he slipped right back in, just
like he was going home.

   This was all the encouragement and demonstration that Ben needed. 
Suddenly his hips were thrusting up and down madly against her.  His hands
gripping her chest like he was on a roller coaster and his safety restraint
had just broken.

   Sara held her breath as her son thrashed madly around above her.  She
lifted her legs and cinched them around his legs, to keep him from
thrusting too far out.  His face changed expressions wildly, one moment,
intense concentration, the next overwhelming bliss.  The emotions flowing
out of him only intensified her own passion.

   "That's right honey." She moaned encouragingly.  "Oh, mommy likes what
you`re doing to her."

   She felt breathless and almost dizzy with excitement.  Under her hands
she could feel his ass clench.

   "Oh, honey, you're about to cum,." She moaned.  "Mommy wants you to cum
inside her... don't stop yet..."

   Ben wasn't sure what his mother was talking about.  He had no intention
of ever letting himself out of her.  And then, all at once, he could feel
his hips spasm and shake, semen shooting out of him and up inside his
mother.  A long moan of enjoyment echoed out of his lungs as his body
started to slow down.

   Sara arched her body up against her son as she felt his incestuous cum
being deposited deep inside her.  Her back stayed arched as he twitched. 
She finally relaxed as he gasped and his flow ebbed to a trickle.

   She closed her eyes, concentrating on just the pleasure as her body
relaxed.

   Ben just collapsed on top of her, his cock still inside her, already
beginning to deflate.  His cum slowly leaking out of her, seeping around
his cock.