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 Title: Aaron, Cum For Me


Summary: A mother finds inspiration for her romance novels.


Keywords:inc,fic,erotic,hot





   "Aaron, cum for me."

   Aaron Mathews awoke in the dead of night, hearing those very words.  Yet
for all his recollection, he couldn't say for certain if he had heard them
in his dreams or the real waking world.  The voice had been so familiar,
but try as he might, he couldn't place it.  Whether a dream or not, his
body was alight with passion.  His lungs burning as if they had been
laboring for breath. What the hell is going on?

   He pushed himself upright, sweat clinging to him as he fumbled in the
dark with a blind hand.  He knew they were there, somewhere.  He stretched
further feeling his fingers brush against the cold familiar frames of his
glasses.  Rubbing his eyes, he put them on, finding little clarity in the
dark space.  Beside him, the green blur of his clock read 2:16am.

   His eyes scanned the room, still trying to make sense of his
surroundings.  Only two weeks prior he had been in what was his apartment,
and now he was back in the room he'd grown up in, though he hadn't slept in
it for over three years.  Very little had changed in that time.  Same
windows, same outlets, same arrangement of the furniture.  Everything that
had made it his was gone, or had yet to be put back again.  His cardboard
boxes of belongings sat in the shadows, still waiting.  It was all so
familiar, but at the same time, late at night, stumbling in the dark, it
felt rather unsettling.

   Anxious blood still hammered through his veins as he laid back down,
sinking into the mattress.  His eyes searched the ceiling as bits of his
dream fell back into place.  Images of lips and flesh, sweat and oil,
moaning, grunting, gripping and pulling drifted around in an incoherent
swirl.  It had seemed so sudden: an incongruous shift from a desperate run
through the forest one moment to the most primal sexual dream of his life.
There was a woman; a woman without a name who suddenly was everything. 
Just he and she and their carnal activities.  It had all been so passionate
and drenched in need that not a word was said until the end, when the words
"Aaron, cum for me," slipped from her mouth.  Her voice was what awoke him,
but he couldn't say why.

   His hand had already found his erection, still rigid from the dream only
a minute ago.  Unconsciously he was already massaging it, stroking it until
he was swept up in a more conscious state of arousal.  Had he not been so
lost in his private moments of bliss, he might have noticed that carried on
the breeze as it drifted through his open window were the moans of his
mother; her fingers slipping deep inside her vagina as she whimpered his
name in ecstasy.

   The night slowly turned to dawn and both parties woke, naturally this
time, and went about their morning routine.  They shared breakfast, though
brief, before Aaron excused himself to get ready for class.

   "Will you be home for dinner?" Claire, Aaron's mother, asked as she
lightly blew on her steaming hot coffee.  Her free hand held her robe
closed as she looked at her son.

   "Probably," he replied while opening the fridge.  "My last class gets
out at seven if that's not too late." He tried not to note how her robe
hugged the curve of her hips and swell of her breasts.

   "Fine by me." She set her cup down.  "Aaron, you've been back for four
weeks now, right?"

   He nodded, biting into a large, red apple.  "Some people would call it a
month, but yeah that's about right," he mumbled.

   She smirked at her son.  "Thanks Smartass," she said while shaking her
head, "You realize you've been a homebody the entire time?"

   "So?"

   "So," she continued, "Shouldn't you be out with your friends or meeting
girls in a bar or something?"

   "You mean like dating?" He took another bite.

   "Well, yes."

   Aaron tossed the core in the trash.  "Mom, I can't get back into dating
right now."

   "Why not?"

   "Seriously?" he asked.  She responded with a blank look.

   Aaron shrugged.  "Okay, well for starters, I'm in my early twenties and
living with my mother.  Some girls find that a turn-off - I'm just saying."

   "Oh that's not a big deal.  Times are tough for everyone.  I'm sure tons
of people have had to move back home." She slurped her coffee.  "Besides,
the right girl wouldn't care about something like that.  What else you
got?"

   He shifted.  "Aren't you concerned it would interfere with school?"

   She thought for a moment.  "Honestly, I have my doubts.  You're getting
a degree in English Writing and your mother is a nationally renowned
author." She winked.  "Sounds to me like you've got an advantage, really?"

   Aaron raised an eyebrow.  "How's that supposed to help with Calculus?"

   "Mm!" she moaned as she swallowed a large sip.  "You've got a point
there." She licked the coffee from her lips as she turned to the sink,
pouring the remainder down the drain.

   Aaron watched her rinse the mug.  "You know...  I could say the same for
you."

   "What's that?" she asked over the sound of the running water.

   He took a breath.  "Dad's been gone for over five years," he said. 
"Have you dated at all during that time?"

   Claire cleared her throat.  "Don't worry 'bout me.  I've sowed my oats."
She scrubbed at the mug, at the same spot over-and-over with her bare
hands. "Besides, I've got my writing.  It's the last chapter, you know."

   "And when it's done?"

   She hesitated.  "Then I'll start the next book."

   Aaron stared at her back as she continued to clean the mug.  "Sure Mom.
And the world will keep on spinning..." Aaron turned and ran up the stairs.

   His mother's voice followed after him saying, "Bestsellers don't come
easy!" He couldn't help but smile.

   That evening they had their dinner: a nice lasagna, homemade and
delicious.  Aaron produced a bottle of wine he had picked up on his way
back, and they dined royally.  Then, with full bellies and a bit tipsy,
they shifted to the living room, leaving the plates on the table and the
kitchen in shambles.

   Although he had been there for weeks now, this was the first time they
had really sat down and talked; enjoying each others' company for what it
really was.  Had anyone walked by they would have thought that this was a
conversation between two long-lost friends and not mother and son. 
Laughter filled the air as Aaron shared his recent exploits.  For Claire,
the past few years had been far less eventful, yet she'd been busy in her
own way.

   Five months after the divorce, Claire had turned to a passion she had
not explored since college.  She began to write with a fury she had never
previously possessed.  She would show her stories to her friends every now
and again until one of them dared her to seek publication.  As luck would
have it, the story was accepted, published, and distributed across the
nation almost immediately.  The public latched on to her writings and she
became a major hit.  Her name was heard in tea parties and talk shows from
San Diego to London.  After a year of her success Aaron left home knowing
she would do well enough on her own.

   Three years later, Claire released her gem; His Fiery Touch.  It held
the #1 Bestseller spot for a month straight and was on the Top Ten for four
months after, thus fueling the crazed demand for her work.  Her fans were
devoted, sending only desperate pleas to release the next in the series;
but for the first time there was a lengthy hiatus.  Whether it was due to
writer's block or just doubt, no one could say.  Claire had been working on
the 'last chapter' for the better part of a year.  Aaron knew better than
to bring it up.

   "So, my dear," said Claire as Aaron opened a second bottle, "When are
you going to get back out there and break some hearts?"

   "Mom," said Aaron "I already told you..."

   "I know Honey.  It's just that I worry about you." He filled her glass,
though her eyes were already glassy.  "I mean you are a handsome man and
I'm surprised they're not fighting each other just to get in your pants."

   Aaron's cheeks flushed crimson, "Jeez, Mom."

   "Oh.  Sorry Hon.  Was that too much?" She asked with a wide grin as she
brushed her hair behind her ear, her own cheeks turning a shade to match.

   "No, it's fine," he said.  "Don't worry about it.  I've heard you're
much worse in your books."

   Her eyes narrowed.  "You've heard?" Claire grabbed a throw pillow and
swung it at her son.  "You little shit!  I was wondering why you never
asked.  You haven't read my stories?" She repeated her swing, bashing him
over and over again.

   "Mom!  Ouch, Mom, quit it!" Aaron cried as she continued her assault.

   "No!  You haven't read my stories!" she said as she struck her son
across his chest.  This time Aaron snatched the pillow before she could
pull it back.

   "Of course I haven't.  I can't read about dirty things I know came from
my mom." He said as she tried to the pillow from his grasp.

   "They aren't my dirty things." She tugged.  "They're my characters'. 
You can't expect me to be responsible for every naughty thing they do. 
That would be like me being to blame for all your dirty encounters." She
relinquished the pillow, sinking back into her corner of the couch.

   "Mom!  Come on!  There's nothing similar about that," he said
chuckling.

   "I made you too, didn't I?" she said with a smirk, "And here I thought
you were all grown up."

   "I am," he said while sheepishly adjusting his lenses.

   "I'm so sure." She turned in her seat, slowly pulling her legs up onto
the couch.  Her eyes sparkled as she held the glass to her lips.

   Her bare feet were tucked beneath the cushions beside Aaron, snuggling
into the crevice for warmth, and, only for a moment, brushed past his
thigh. Her contact brought Aaron's eyes down to her bare ankles peeking out
of masterfully tailored slacks; slacks that perfectly accentuated her
shape. His eyes traveled further - up to her red baby-doll blouse.  The
collar, running low, framed her breasts perfectly.  Her long, black curly
hair lightly bounced on her exposed neck as she tilted her head to the side
staring back at Aaron quizzically.

   Aaron quickly straightened both himself and his glasses.  "What?"

   She smiled.  "Nothing," she said taking another sip.  "I was just..."
She tilted her head to the ceiling in thought.  A thoughtful smirk crossed
her lips.  "I know which book you should start with," she said with a wide
grin.

   Before Aaron could ask, she spun around on the couch, digging her knees
into the cushions and stretched over the armchair.  Her fingers traced over
the spines of soft- cover novels on the bookshelf.  Aaron desperately tried
to look away from her backside as she searched thoroughly, shifting her
hips back and forth as she attempted to keep balance on the soft cushions.
He tried not to notice the absence of a panty line, or how the intriguing
movement of her cheeks stressed the fabric.  He shook his head, attempting
to rid himself of forbidden thoughts.

   "Um, Mom?" he asked, looking over her rear.  "Can I help at all?"

   "Just a sec." Her fingers continued their search until, "Ah-ha!  Got
it!" She triumphantly turned around and plopped down into her seat.  Her
wine rocked in her glass spilling slightly over the edge and onto her hand.
"Shit!" she said causing Aaron to chuckle slightly.

   He couldn't help but find cuteness in her clumsiness.  "Doesn't take
much to get you drunk, does it?" he chuckled.

   "What can I say?  I'm a cheap date." She tossed a book to her son.

   "What's this?"

   She settled back into her seat.  "One of my tamer ones."

   "You wrote it?" He turned the book over.  "Yup, there's your name.  All
big and gold."

   "I wrote that...  what was it...  twenty-five years ago?  I think so. 
It was one of the first I hammered out in college and had published two
years back.  Anyways, it's not nearly as dirty as some of the others, but I
really like it." She tucked her feet back up on the couch, this time under
herself.

   Aaron was hesitant.  "I don't know if I can read this, Mom.  It's a
little weird."

   "Oh come on, Aaron." She laughed.  "I thought I was supposed to be the
prude."

   "I am not a prude," he said.

   "Okay honey." She leaned forward, gently patting the side of his face.
"Then read mommy's story and let me know what you think."

   Aaron sighed deeply.  "Okay, I'll...  try."

   Claire smiled warmly.  "Good" she said as she rose.  "Hopefully it gives
you some good material so you won't have to go eyeing your mom when you
think she isn't looking."

   Aaron choked on his wine as she walked out of the room.

   As the days rolled by, life moved on.  Claire continued her attempts to
finalize her story, while Aaron kept his focus on his studies.  Like a good
son, he eventually got around to cracking the cover of her novel, and found
himself curiously hooked - it was exciting, new, and sprinkled with humor;
challenging and erotic, and surprisingly complex.  Though he hid it from
everyone, including his mother, he began to devour her entire series.

   Night after night, Aaron would lie awake flipping feverously through the
pages far past the time when the bars would close.  There were times where
the eroticism would get him so heated up he'd find himself unconsciously
stroking himself.  It wasn't long before they became his main means of
sexual release.  Her words were arousing - and this began to trouble him.

   The way she spoke, her voice on the pages, her knowledge of sexuality
and anatomy was alarming to poor Aaron.  There were moments where he'd feel
ashamed for being turned on by the words she used to describe her
characters: how they looked, how they moved, how they felt, how they
fucked. Some chapters - whole novels even -- were focused on fetishes that
made Aaron blush realizing his mother knew all their naughty details.  She
knew a thing or two about sex, and wasn't afraid to share it.
Occasionally as he read, he would see past family experiences sneak in:
descriptions of locations that echoed past vacations.  The masculine
villains as well as heroic and desirable heroes mirrored Aaron's father;
sometimes in behavior, sometimes in appearance.  Yet, no matter how many
times he took note of her use of reality in her erotic literature, he was
always shocked and nervous when he came across a character that resembled

himself - and more so when the scenes turned explicit.

   Though they seldom ran into each other during Aaron's fiction frenzy, he
began to secretly see her in a way he had never acknowledged.  She was, in
fact, a living, breathing woman, far more aware of her own sexuality and
its' meaning, and at the same time, fragile and in need of companionship;
the same type woman he had found himself searching for.  He couldn't help
but watch her, mostly through the corner of his eye, when she was around.
He'd watch how she walked.  He'd marvel that the way she moved, how she
shifted, laughed, and spoke seemed new.

   "Aaron," Claire said, washing the dishes after dinner.  "You're staring
at me again."

   "Sorry," he said as his face flushed bright red.  He removed his glasses
and wiped the lenses on his shirt.  "I was just...  never mind."

   "Mm-hmm." She didn't turn around as she placed one plate to dry and
grabbed another.  "Did you finish the book?"

   "Oh, yeah.  Couple weeks ago." He walked to the counter and refilled his
empty wineglass.

   "Really?  You didn't say anything."

   "To be honest, I kinda' started reading the next one and...  I finished
them all."

   She looked over her shoulder.  "You're kidding?"

   He shook his head.

   She turned to him, drying her hands.  "You read all of them?"

   He nodded.

   Her grin lightened her face.  "My god you read fast."

   Aaron shrugged.  "Yeah, well they were actually..." clearing his throat,
"...  good."

   She raised an eyebrow.  "What was that?"

   "What?"

   "That throat thing?  '...Actually...'" She cleared her throat in
mimicry, "'...good.' Don't humor me if you didn't like them.  I'm a big
girl Aaron."

   He began to chuckle.  "No, Mom.  It's not that.  They were great, I
swear.  It's just they were very...  okay this is kinda' weird but...  they
were very erotic."

   Her grin returned, this time much wider.  "They turned you on, huh?" She
snickered.

   "Jeez, Mom!"

   Her chest swelled with laughter.  "Baby, it's fine.  Pour me a glass.  I
want to hear your critique."

   Hours flew by as they sat in the living room closely sharing their
thoughts and opinions about her work.  The air was filled with laughter and
warmth, though the wine, once again, may have been the cause.

   "Aaron, I'm impressed.  You really have a great eye for this," Claire
said proudly as she admired the man her son had become.  "I might have to
keep you here as Chief Editor.  Mine's still pissed at me." She unbuttoned
the top latch on her blouse, completely casual.

   "I did enjoy it," he admitted, trying not to notice the sheen of sweat
between her breasts.  "I think I've got a flare for editing more so than
writing, to be honest."

   "Well I'm sure I'd enjoy your work too," she said while she stretched
her back, forcing her breasts tight against her blouse.

   "Yeah," he said as he stole a glance.  Claire, though feeling quite
flattered, pretended not to notice this time.

   "So Mom," Aaron began, "You haven't said anything about the new story.
How's it coming along?"

   She settled back into the couch and turned her eyes away from her son.
"It's fine."

   "Mom, look at me," Aaron said with a firm yet hushed voice.  She turned
to him, though hesitant.  "I just devoured more chick-lit than I ever cared
to know existed.  I'm pretty sure I now know you better than most sons know
their mothers." He held her eyes in his.  "How's it really going?"

   Claire looked deep into her son's eyes.  She couldn't help but feel
touched, warm, and welcomed.  She took a deep breath.  "Well, honestly...
I've been at the climax, writing the same crap only different ways for six
weeks now.

   Aaron nodded.  "When did your agent need it?"

   "Two months ago," she said with a laugh.  "I'm so fucked.  I've got
nothing."

   Aaron nodded, knowing better than to comment on her cursing.  "Okay,
well, what's the problem?"

   Claire shrugged.  "Wish I knew.  For all the rest of them, I had this
heavy, fiery passion, you know?" She turned her slightly glazed eyes away,
staring into the air.  "I could just sit down, and hammer out something by
pouring my needs into it.  Just give it everything I had.  All my
frustrations, my desires, everything." She started to laugh.  "Jeez, it
used to get me so hot too." She turned to Aaron, "That's when you know you
have something good: when it really turns you on.  No matter how many times
you read it, it always seems to get you."

   "I can't even tell you how many nights I would just work myself up like
a bitch in heat just so that I could unleash on those pages.  The hornier I
got, the better the work was.  Oh it was torture.  You'd have to work
yourself into a sexual frenzy, but you couldn't relieve it.  That's the
most important part; you have to use every little bit of pure, unbridled
lust.  All those urges you get, you put them into your work.  The moment
you lose control and finish yourself off, your work begins to suffer. 
There's no heat in it after you've dosed your own.  There's the rub...  no
pun intended."

   Aaron chuckled with her, yet secretly he was more and more captivated.
She seemed to ooze sensuality.  Every move she made caused his blood to
pump harder, coursing through him and steadily working its way south.

   "That's the trick," she continued.  "You can't stop when you get heated.
You have to use it; use it I did.  I had to keep my hands in check at all
times.  Had to keep them on the keyboard or they'd work their way
elsewhere. Oh, it was so intense." Her breathing became deeper, more
labored.

   Aaron was mesmerized.  His hand tightly gripped the cushion beneath him;
his cock throbbing hard against his inner thigh as he watched his mother
relive her moments of excitement.  Her chest heaved, threatening to burst
free of the blouse.  The edges of her black bra peeked through the parted
shirt.  Her nipples were fully erect and trying to pierce the fabric.  And
her eyes - her deep, dark eyes were alight with a hungry fire.  To anyone
else, it would appear she had turned into a new woman; to Aaron, this was
the woman he saw in her books.  This was the author.  Here was the woman
who both excited and frightened him.  Though something else now called to
his attention; his erection had just reached full mast.

   Carefully, so as not to arouse her suspicion, he adjusted his legs to
hide his arousal.

   "Jesus, Aaron, I miss it," she continued unaware, "I hated it, and I
miss it so damn much.  All my muscles straining.  My thighs, squeezing
together as I squirmed in my chair.  God it was so exhilarating!  So
naughty!  So..." Her trembling lips shook with a sharp intake of air,
reliving past passions as her inner thighs began to moisten.

   Suddenly, her eyes grew wide.  "Oh God, Aaron." Her gaze shifted to her
son.  "Oh baby, I'm sorry.  Jesus, I'm sorry.  I kinda' lost control."

   Aaron just stared at her in amazement.  "...  It's...  cool." He managed
without blinking.

   They looked to each other, smiles softly growing at the corners of their
mouths.  Eyes began to sparkle, and then the laughter ensued.  Deep,
guttural fits gripped them both until their eyes watered and cheeks burned.

   "Honey, I'm sorry," Claire finally managed.  She held her forehead.

   "No worries, Mom.  It's fine," Aaron said.  "I read your stories,
remember?  Some of those were beyond graphic." He laughed.  "But don't get
me wrong, though; that was pretty intense."

   Claire couldn't help but spot his bulge, hidden in his pants.  "I guess
so," she laughed, blatantly staring down at his crotch.

   "Mom!" Aaron cried as he grabbed a pillow and covered his lap.

   "I can't help it," she defended, pointing to her hard nipples.  "I'm
pretty damn randy too Honey, and you and your bulge aren't helping."

   "Mom, come on!  I'm your son!"

   Claire laughed.  "Trust me, Baby, I know.  If it wasn't for that, I'd
already have that cock in my mouth."

   "Oh my god!" said Aaron as the thought filled his head.  Instantly his
throbbing member pulsed, thoroughly pleased with the idea.  "Okay, subject
change."

   "Why?" she asked gleefully.  "Did I cross the line?  Too naughty for
you?"

   "No," he fidgeted.  "Well, maybe.  I'm not really sure, I'm pretty
buzzed."

   Claire giggled, covering her mouth with her hand.  "It was a little
naughty, wasn't it?  Sorry.  I shouldn't have said that." She attempted to
compose herself as she reached out, placing her hand on his knee.  "I
promise I won't suck your cock."

   "Mom!" He cried, his face flushing once more.  The thought of her
running her lips along his shaft flashed in his head once again.

   "Oh baby, I'm so sorry!" She pulled her hand back, "I'm, ah...  I think
I'm a little bit past buzzed, myself." She shivered.  "All this talk sucked
me right back in.  I've always been a bit wild with wine, but when you've
been without company for as long as I have..." She smiled to herself, tears
threatened to well up in her dark amber eyes.  She took a deep breath,
shaking it off.  "I need another glass, you want one?"

   Aaron handed her his saying "Didn't you just say...?"

   "Yes I did," Claire interrupted, "But sometimes, I just don't care.  You
don't mind, do you?"

   "No," he said as he watched her walk away, admiring her strength, yet
saddened by her lonesome longing.  "...  And I thought I had it bad," he
whispered to himself.

   "What was that?" she asked while twisting the corkscrew.

   "I just said...  I thought I had it rough.  I've been consciously
avoiding relationships while I'm going to school and that hasn't been easy.
But in comparison, it's only been like six months for me."

   Claire gripped the bottle's neck tightly, stopping in thought.  "You've
only been here just under two, though.  How has school affected that?"

   "Didn't say I avoided them before I came here.  I'm just choosing to
now."

   Claire turned, facing him.  "But what about before that?"

   Aaron shrugged.  "Wish I knew.  I tried, but nothing ever happened.  I
guess no one was interested." He leaned back in the couch, tilting his head
so as to see his mother.

   Claire looked at her son, with proud yet equally saddened eyes.  "I
don't know what they were thinking.  You, my dear, are a fine catch if I
say so myself.  Smart, witty, and, if this isn't crossing the line, sexy."
She winked at him.

   Aaron couldn't help but smile.  "I'm gonna' add that to the list of
things I never expected my mother to say, but thanks Mom.  That goes both
ways."

   "Ha!" Claire laughed turning and pulling the cork from the bottle with
a POP.

   "I'm serious!" Aaron said.

   "Right," she said, pouring the first glass.  "Repeating my compliment.
Classy boy."

   "Well, maybe you be beat me to it." He couldn't help but eye her smooth
legs approvingly.  From her cute bare feet to the back of her knees to
where her thighs began disappearing under a black cotton skirt.

   "So," she began as she poured the second, "You think I'm smart...  and
witty."

   "You bet." He watched her curls dance upon her shoulders.

   She turned to him, re-corking the bottle and raising an eyebrow.  "...
And sexy?"

   He looked deep into her eyes.  "Definitely."

   "Really," she said as she set the bottle down.  "Well then, Aaron..."
She began to walk back into the living room with a little sway in her hips
and a glass in each hand, "...What, if I may ask, do you find sexy about
me?" She handed him a glass, but remained standing; one hand on her hip, a
wicked smile on her lips.

   "I could ask you the same thing," he said.

   "But you didn't," she toyed.  "Come on.  Tell me."

   Aaron began to take her in.  "You really want me to?"

   She held her pose.  "Yes."

   He took a deep breath.  "Okay." His eyes roamed her body as she stood
above him.  His blood began to thunder through his veins once more.

   "So it's something purely physical, huh?" she asked enjoying herself.

   "That is part of it," he said.

   She raised an eyebrow, "I bet it's a big part."

   Aaron shook his head, laughing.  He tried to compose himself. 
"Alright," he said.  "Where will you like me to start?"

   "Hmmm..." she pondered playfully.  "Well seeing as how you're always
sneaking peeks at me - what do you think is my best feature?"

   "Okay, if I had to choose..." Aaron's hard-on once more pressed
defiantly against his pants, only this time, he did nothing to cover it --
his attention being gripped elsewhere.  "This one's tough."

   "Come on, Baby," Claire encouraged her son as she stared at his hidden
erection.  "Momma works hard for this body."

   His eyes traveled over her as she offered herself for this visual
assessment; her nipples once again thrusting against her blouse.  Her skin
grew tight; her thighs rubbing together with the slightest of movements as
juices surged to her sex.  She had to concentrate with all her might to
keep her body from trembling.

   "Alright.  Honestly, your...  butt," he finally admitted.

   Claire raised an eyebrow, slightly unprepared.  "Really?" she said
briefly looking over her shoulder.  "You like my ass?"

   Aaron nodded; cheeks flushing red.  "Okay, yes, your ass.  It's one of
the best I've seen."

   "Really?" she said again.  "I would have thought it would be my tits,"
She rolled her shoulders forward, pressing her breasts together.

   Aaron's cock throbbed as he stared at her, missing nothing.  "Those...
those are amazing too..."

   "...  But you like my ass better?" she finished for him.

   Aaron nodded.  His eyes traveled back down, passing slowly over each
button.  They stopped at her black skirt, the skirt that concealed her
moistening privates and her magnificent backside.

   "You sure?" she asked while turning around.  "This?" She asked as she
leaned over slightly, presenting her firm, round backside to her son.  The
skirt's fabric clung more tightly to her shape than before, leaving little
left to imagine as it struggled to contain her form.  "This is what you
like?"

   Aaron nodded, breathless and stunned.  His body burned; filled with a
devilish wanting.  He had to keep reminding himself it was his own mother,
his flesh and blood before him.  Yet each time he thought it, he began to
breath even harder.  The taboo was intoxicating; this new territory they
had stumbled upon.  Each time he told himself 'No', he found his yearning
for her grow.  He wanted nothing more than to reach his arms around her and
hold her tightly against him.  Feel her heat.  Taste her skin.  Fill her
desires.  His mother had become his temptress.

   "Meet your approval?" she whispered to him, her voice raspy.

   "Of course," he breathed, noting the absence of a panty-line.  "I never
thought you'd be the type to wear a thong."

   She looked deeply into his eyes with a coy smile curling her lips.  "I
don't wear thongs."

   Aaron's face lost all expression.  His heart pumped fiercely as his hand
gripped his thigh tightly.  His cock screamed for release in his tight
jeans.

   "You want to see, don't you?" she taunted him, unknowingly biting her
lip.  Her hand lowered to the hem of her skirt and gripped it, just above
the knee.

   "Mom," Aaron whispered.

   She toyed with him like a cat would a mouse.  "You do, don't you," she
purred.  "You want to see what Mommy's wearing?  Or do you want to see what
Mommy isn't wearing?" She pulled the skirt higher to her mid-thigh.

   Aaron's heart pounded; his mouth dry and agape.  He searched for words,
but found none.  He was held captive; all willpower shredded and gone.  He
was hers completely.

   Claire squeezed the small bundle of fabric she held in her hand, biting
her lip.  She could sense his desire.  She'd been watching his wall
gradually crumble all night long, paying no attention to the fact he was
only mirroring her own passions.  Her body was screaming for attention: to
be caressed and touched and teased and loved in the most carnal of ways. 
Here she had her son, seduced and more than willing to fulfill this
forbidden lust.  It made her skin tingle.  She felt her sex quiver and
realized this had gone way too far already.

   "I bet you do," she smiled; her devilish grin returning as her hand
stopped.  Slowly, she exhaled.  "I'm sorry," she said as she straightened,
eyeing his crotch.  "I wish I could show you, but..." she whispered
shivering at the thought of what she wished.

   Aaron blinked, broken and confused as Claire suddenly regained control
of her body's fever.

   "...W-What?" he stammered, leaning forward.

   She fanned herself with her free hand.  "Woo" she said, catching her
breath, "Well now, that was...  something."

   Aaron was dumbfounded.  His mouth quivered, shocked.  "Yeah," was all he
could manage as he shifted in his seat as vulnerable as a child.  He
adjusted his glasses and tried to readjust his still throbbing cock so it
lay flat against the zipper.

   Claire smiled.  "I think I'm gonna' call it a night," she said while
leaning in close to her son.  "Gotta' take care of my own.  Have fun with
yours," she winked as she flicked her hand against his bulging crotch.  She
laughed, gave him a quick peck on the cheek, then flew down the hall to her
bedroom leaving Aaron alone once more, only this time, in a new kind of
crisis.

   This time, when Aaron hit the sheets, he was completely aware of his
mother's cries of ecstasy.  They bounced off the walls of the hallway,
creeping around their doors, both left ajar.  He could hear each and every
moan, pant, and groan.  Her words filled his ears and fueled his own carnal
movements.

   His hand would slide over his cock as he heard her moan from twisting
her nipples.  He'd grip the base tightly when she'd plunge her fingers
deep. When he heard her cry "Aaron," he responded with "Mom."

   On her bed, in the master bedroom, Claire's breasts were finally free
and heaving.  Her lips wrapped around her pinky, nibbling on the finger as
she rubbed her clit.  Strands of hair matted her face as she clenched her
eyes shut, moving her fingers further down, teasing her soaking lips. 
Spreading and circling.  Pinching and pumping.  She was growing close.

   Yet not as close as Aaron.  He gripped the sheets tightly, his hand
wrapped around his meat, holding it firm and strong.  His muscles strained
as he gritted his teeth in overwhelming pleasure.  Using only pre-cum for
lube, he beat down on his tool.  pulling and flexing.  Twisting and
thrusting.  He could feel the gates opening.  Nerves on end and senses
overloaded when he cried out, "Oh God, Mom!  I'm cumming!" in pure
unadulterated rapture, shooting arc after arc of cum from his fisted cock.

   Hearing her son call to her upon his climax pushed Claire over the edge.
Her eyes snapped open with realization of the taboo and instantly ignited
her own orgasm.  Wave after wave of pleasure washed through her, each more
powerful then the next.  It was so wrong, so naughty, so wicked, but
nothing had ever felt so good.  These thoughts danced through Claire's mind
as she collapsed onto the mattress, fighting for breath.

   "So wrong, so wrong, so wrong..." was all she mumbled as she drifted
into a deep sleep, her fingers still pressed deep inside her womb.

   The sun's rays stung Aaron's eyes the following morning.  He awoke in a
groggy haze, somewhat unsure if the events of the previous night had
actually taken place.  They seemed so surreal and extreme.  Did it really
happen?  Had he really thought of her like that?  Did she think of him that
way?  What would have happened had she not suddenly stopped?

   A warm shiver ran through his body as Aaron considered the
possibilities, yet quickly shook them from his mind.  He slipped his
glasses on, blinking away the sleep, and ran his fingers through his hair.
Down below, however, his morning wood called for attention.

   "You're going to get me in trouble, you know that?" Aaron said to
himself, or his little self as was the case.  He grabbed a pair of sweats,
threw them on and left his room shirtless.

   As he came downstairs, Claire was already busy typing away on her laptop
in the den.  The moment he walked by she straightened.

   "Morning," she called after him, "Coffee's ready."

   Aaron grunted in thanks as he fumbled for a mug in the kitchen.  As he
poured, Claire sauntered in wearing matching pajama bottoms and top. 
Tartan in print, but a couple sizes too big for her.  She stood at the
island of the kitchen, leaning against it as she watched her son.

   "How you feeling'?" she asked as he blew on his steaming coffee.

   Aaron took a slurp.  "Like my skull's in a vice."

   "Hung-over?"

   "Feel's like it," he said taking a seat on a stool at the counter.

   "Too bad you didn't get more of my genes.  Never had one." Her
chirpiness would validate that statement.

   Aaron glared at her.  "Yeah, too bad." He eyed her morning wear.  "Are
those men's pajamas?"

   Claire looked down.  "These?  Yup."

   Aaron raised an eyebrow.  "Why are you wearing men's pajamas?"

   "Oh, I got into the habit of it when your father was around.  I found
them comforting."

   Aaron shrugged.  "Too each his own, I guess."

   "Yeah," She said.

   They both held their places, neither looking at the other.  Aaron
blowing on his coffee, and Claire staring at her nails.  The same thing was
on each of their minds.

   Finally, Claire was the one to put it forward.

   "Look, Aaron.  I've got to get this off my chest..." She took a deep
breath and looked up at her son.  "I know I went a little far last night. I
behaved...  inappropriately.  Especially in regard to how a mom should
behave with and around her son.  It's been difficult for me being in a
fantasy world where I have to think of nothing but sex-sex-sex all the
time; and then, you come home, and finally I have a man who cares for me,
listens to me, and showers me with loving affection; and I get all wound
up, now more than ever.  It's just so..." She gripped the air in tight fist
as she growled out her frustration.

   Aaron allowed her a moment to regain her calm.

   "Honey," she continued, "Last night, I...  I'm sorry.  I woke up this
morning and I've never been so embarrassed.  I mean, how many mothers are
openly sexual with their sons?  How many sons know what their mothers look
like or behave when they're soaking wet and horny?"

   "Mom..." Aaron began.

   "Shit!" cried Claire, "I did it again!  You see what I mean?  I keep
stumbling way over the line."

   "No, Mom, that's not it," he said.  "I...  I actually don't mind it. 
You're not the first woman I've seen like that."

   "But you shouldn't see me like that.  It's just not proper."

   "When the hell have you been one for being proper?"

   Claire stepped back, "That...  Jesus I'm so confused."

   Aaron stepped forward, "Look, I know it sounds weird, but I'm okay with
it.  It reminds me that you and I aren't that different.  We're both adults
and that's what happens sometimes."

   She raised an eyebrow at her son.  "Are you giving me a lesson on life?"

   Aaron shrugged, "I guess I am." He laughed, "Hell, at least I know who I
get my overly charged sex drive from."

   Claire too chuckled.  "That would definitely be me." Her smile faded,
embarrassment still lying just under the surface.  "I hope you don't think
less of me."

   "Mom, how could I?"

   "Aaron-."

   "-Let me finish." he said.

   She relented.

   "I don't think less of you because last night...  Last night we both
were ready to go.  If there is blame to be placed, it's both of us, not one
or the other, but you and me.  Technically, you have it a little better
because you were the one with the voice of reason.  I didn't stop it, you
did." He looked her deep in her eyes.  "I know you have needs, Mom.  And I
wish that you would have started dating, maybe that would have calmed some
fires, but I'll respect your choice not to.  I really hope you get back out
there because you have no idea what you have available.  If mankind knew
you as I now do, you would have more guys lining up for you than free beer
at Nascar."

   She laughed, her smile lighting the room.

   "Mom," he continued, "You are a catch.  And, yes, sure, I may be out of
sorts due to a late night of drinking, but I still think you are a smart
and sexy lass.  You could ask me tonight, or tomorrow, or whenever and I'll
still say the same thing.  You are a damn fine catch."

   Claire looked to her son proudly.  "Thank you, Aaron.  Same to you."

   Aaron smirked.  "Repeating my compliment.  Classy."

   "You ass," she laughed as she smacked him across the shoulder.  Her
demeanor had indeed lightened.  Moments ago she had carried the weight of
the world on her shoulders and now, she held herself at ease.  It warmed
her son's heart.

   "So Mom," he said, "Did I see you typing?"

   "What?  Oh yes!" Claire beamed.  "I don't know what happened but I just
woke up this morning, sat down, and it was like you couldn't pry my fingers
away with the Jaws of Life."

   "Anything promising?"

   "Still tentative right now, and kinda' faulty, so I don't' want to show
you quite yet.  Maybe this evening.  I'd love it if you could give it a
quick read."

   Aaron smiled.  "You got it," he said.  "How much is there?"

   "Not sure yet but I've got just under three-hundred ready to print," she
exclaimed with sheer giddiness.

   "Three-hundred?" Aaron asked.

   Claire nodded.

   "Okay," Aaron said reluctantly.  "Print it out and I'll give it a once
over."

   "Great!  I really appreciate it.  There's more riding on this than that
rest." She said.

   Aaron paused, contemplating her last words.  "What was that?"

   "Hmmm?" she said, looking up.  "I thought I told you?"

   Aaron stared at her perplexed.  "Told me what?"

   "This one's my last," she said.

   "Really?"

   Claire nodded.

   "You're retiring?" he asked.

   "Maybe," she shrugged.  "This series is at least.  I'm at the end of my
contract.  I've made enough on it to publish my work myself, but I wanted
to end this story with a bang!  Something different than before, but one
that still lingers.  Something that stays with you in such a way it
rekindles that flame every time you think about it."

   Aaron blinked.  "That would be a challenge."

   "Tell me about it.  That's what's been stressing me out so much.  That
amongst other things.  The more stressed I get, the more it takes for me to
overcome it with my...  inspiration."

   "Inspiration, huh?" Aaron said deep in thought.  One could almost watch
the wheels turning in his head.  "So when you were writing just now; was
this good stuff?"

   "Oh, definitely good stuff," she said.

   "Okay, so there's something," he said, "So without sounding crude, I
take it you were in a 'jovial' mood of sorts?"

   She knew what he was asking.  "Babe, I am still pretty randy from last
night."

   Aaron blinked.  "Not exactly what I was expecting to hear, but I won't
argue.  It was hot as Hell."

   "Mm-hmmm," Claire agreed with a wicked smile.

   Aaron looked at his watch, eyes ticking as he recounted his schedule. 
"Okay, I tell you what; I'll be in class again until around seven, but when
I'm out, I'll read what you have and we'll go from there.  Just keep
thinking about last night, I guess.  There's your fuel."

   "You sure, Babe?  Don't you think that's a little weird?"

   "Oh yeah.  It's definitely outside the norm, but if it's the only way to
get something of value, then let's do it."

   "Oh thank you!" Claire cried as she rounded the corner of the counter
and embraced her son.  "You're so good to me, Aaron.  What would I do
without you?" Her hands dug into the muscles of his back.  Her cheek
pressed against his bare chest.

   Aaron staggered slightly, feeling self-conscious with his mother pressed
tightly against his exposed flesh.  He cautiously brought his hands around,
completely the hug.

   "It's fine, Mom.  I'll help you through this," he said with affection.

   Claire closed her eyes.  "I know, Honey.  I know." Her fingernails
trailed over his skin with a light touch.  Their ticklish touch was so
faint, yet it brought goose bumps rippling across his flesh.  He felt them
move in tiny, looping circles along his back.  First his shoulder blades,
then his spine.  Slowly they moved to his sides.  Her touch was electric,
tantalizing and sweet.  His heart beat grew more rapid.

   "Thank you," she whispered just faintly enough for him to hear as she
brought her nails around to his stomach.  They traced over his abs, slowly
working up between their two bodies.  They snaked upwards, rising to his
chest, then back down.  She was reading his body like braille.

   "Thank you," she said again, planting a soft kiss on his chest, then,
raising her eyes to his, she smiled.  She reached up, kissed his cheek like
the night before, only a fraction longer.  As she pulled away, Aaron's skin
still tingled where her lips had pressed.

   "That should help me a bit," she said.  "See you after class." She began
to leave the kitchen only to stop in the doorway.  "You know what one of my
favorite things about writing is?"

   Aaron shrugged.  "What's that?"

   "The control I have over the characters.  If I want them to squirm, they
squirm.  If I want them to laugh, they laugh.  They feel what I want them
to feel and they do what I want them to do..." She paused, as if in
thought.

   "May I offer a suggestion?" he asked her.

   "Of course."

   "Have you ever thought about letting them lead you?"

   She tilted her head, waiting for an explanation.  Aaron continued.  "You
know them well now.  Put them in a situation, control their circumstances,
but let them figure out the rest.  It might breath a little something new
in the story for you." He set his cup in the sink.  "Just a thought."

   Claire nodded.  "It's a good one." The proud, motherly smile returned.
"You really are full of surprises, young man.  I'll dabble with it a
little." She raised an eyebrow.  "So, see you at 7:30?"

   "Maybe earlier," he said.

   Her eyes sparkled.  "Oh, goodie!  I can't wait.  See you this evening
then," and she walked out leaving Aaron alone.  The vision of a smoldering
trail of gunpowder materialized in his mind, sizzling its way up to a
powder keg ready to burst.  Aaron shook the thought from his mind and began
to ready himself for the hours that lay ahead.

   The day made Aaron feel like he was wading through wet sand.  As the
minutes slowly ticked by for him, for Claire they fluttered away as if on
the wings of a bird.  She crafted and weaved the movements of Lilly, her
protagonist, while Aaron began reading her latest work when he should have
been studying Chemistry.  He read further still, paying little attention to
the professor in Ethics while Claire typed in detail the size and shape of
Lilly's lover.  When Claire brought Lilly to closure, Aaron skipped his
class on Mythology and Freud to lose himself in the pages his mother had
written.  Finally, when he slowly inched through traffic along the freeway,
Claire's fingers trembled as she fought to calm her nerves as she typed the
final sentence to her story.

   The sun had already set as Aaron pulled his sedan into the driveway, the
lights streaming through the bay windows of their living room like a
lighthouse.  It was 8:12, much later than he had planned.  He reached to
the passenger seat and grabbed his messenger bag and the folded manuscript.
Shouldering the strap, he hurried into the house.

   "Mom," he called out, closing the door behind him, "Sorry I'm late. 
There's construction on I-5..." He set the dropped his bag on the couch,
scanning around the dim entryway.  "...But I finished your story.  Mom?"

   "In here," she called from the den.

   Aaron turned the corner finding her sitting cross-legged in a large
suede armchair.  A desk lamp cast light over her shoulder as she held aloft
a glass of wine.  A small stack of pages, held together with brass
bindings, sat in her lap as she flipped the pages in review.

   Her legs swung back and forth as she patiently read.  Her attire was
purely breathtaking.  She wore a dark black dress, just a shade lighter
than her hair.  The hem of the skirt was cut to just above her knees, but
the bodice was cut in a low 'V'.  The swell of her breasts seemed so much
fuller than it had the previous nights.  The scent of perfume, though very
subtle, permeated the air.  She appeared as elegant as she seemed lethal,
and, judging by her budding nipples, she had been waiting for quite some
time.

   "Hi, Babe," she cooed with a smirk.

   "Hi.  Sorry I'm late." he replied, remembering to breath.  "You look...
amazing!"

   She smiled that smile of hers.  "Thank you.  I wanted to feel pretty
tonight.  It is a celebration, after all."

   Aaron perked up.  "You finished it."

   "Mm-Hmm," she said, her eyes alight.  "Hope you don't mind but I grabbed
a glass while I waited."

   "Not at all."

   "Care to join me?" She pointed to the bottle on the table near him.

   "Thanks," he said, pouring a glass.

   "Are you hungry?"

   Aaron shook his head.  "I ate before my last class.  You?"

   Claire shook hers.  "I've been nibbling here and there," she said as
Aaron took a long sip.  "How was your day?"

   "Nothing exciting," he waved it off.  "So do I get to read it?"

   She smiled.  "I was hoping so."

   "Great!" Aaron handed her the worn manuscript.  "Here's the one from
this morning.  I've marked some things.  Just suggestions and notes."

   "Perfect." They exchanged papers.  "Why don't you go ahead and read it,
while I review this."

   "Right now?" he asked.  "How long is it?" He flipped through the pages.

   "Not up for it?" she asked.

   "No, this is fine.  Probably take me a half hour."

   "Good.  Take a seat." She gestured to the lounger across from her.

   Aaron practically jumped onto the couch, trying to hide his excitement
for her story.  He grabbed a pen and began to read, instantly finding
himself absorbed.  Claire began to flip through her own pages, reliving her
tale and looking for his red markings along the way.

   The two continued on, turning pages and shifting positions in the dim
light, Claire constantly eyeing her son.  How dedicated he was as he
scribbled down notes, and biting the cap while his eyes scanned the pages.
She marveled out how he rapidly devoured her words.  She watched when his
pulse quickened, or his chest rose for breath.  His hand would knead the
cushions like dough.  His teeth chewed the plastic of the cap.  His blood
felt like fire constantly growing until finally, he came to the last word,
and let out a deep breath.

   Aaron turned his attention to his mother, finding her watching him, her
own manuscript set aside.  She raised an eyebrow waiting for a response.

   "That was pretty good." He said honestly.

   "You liked it?"

   "Oh definitely," he said with wide eyes.

   "Why thank you." She swirled the wine in the glass.  "Now, flattery
aside; where does it need work?"

   Aaron flipped back through the pages, glancing over his notes.  "Well,
actually there are several places, to be honest.  Mainly..." He continued
to flip, searching for the right page.  "...  Here.  Just before Lilly and
Andrew finally hook up."

   "Yes?" Claire waited.

   "Well, it just...  it doesn't feel right."

   "What's that?"

   "It's tough to say." He searched for the right words.  "I mean, their
circumstances are pretty much nailed: we know they love each other.  They
both desperately want each other; there is no argument about that.  It's
just there is so much build-up, and then... BAM! They bang and it's over.
I understand why you end after the hook-up, though the resolution needs
some work.  My biggest concern is what happens immediately before the
climax."

   Claire waited.  "Yes?"

   "Honestly, I think the moments leading up to Andrew and Lilly need to be
altered some.  Make it more of a tease, you know.  This story is more about
her, yes.  But their feelings and where they are as individuals are almost
identical.  It should almost be like a game of sorts.  Not one person
seduces the other, but more of a slow deliberate cascade until they pounce
on each other."

   Claire digested his words.  "What about the level of taboo?  Was that a
concern?"

   Aaron thought about it.  "Well, at first, it kinda struck me as out of
sorts...  but then I got to thinking.  Honestly, if it is well told, and it
is between two consenting individuals who are of a mature age, then fuck
it. Everyone has needs.  What was so cool here is that their needs
blossomed into something greater.  It's a great story, really.  I just
think it needs a little fine tuning."

   Aaron's words sunk in to Claire as she listened.  "Okay.  Was there
anything else?"

   Aaron thought for a moment, then shrugged.  "Nothing I can think of
right now.  Any questions about what I wrote on those sheets?"

   Claire set her glass down.  "Actually, there was one thing I wanted to
ask..." She flipped through the pages.  "Ah, here.  It was when Andrew was
bathing and Lilly was spying on him.  You mentioned something didn't sound
right when he was being described." She looked up.

   "Oh, yeah.  That." Aaron straightened himself.  "This may sound a little
weird, but, um...  Let me ask you this?  When you research; what are your
sources for...  anatomy?"

   Claire laughed.  "Seeing as how we've been so honest, and you know I've
not seen a man in a long, long time -- porn," she said with a straight
face.

   Aaron tilted his head, "You've...  been looking at porn?"

   His mother nodded.  "Yup.  I've searched those pages through and through
finding fine specimens.  Problem is it's nothing you can really see nor
feel." She tightened her fists.  "It's very frustrating, but, oh well."

   "I can imagine," Aaron said, shifting in his seat.  The thought of his
mother studying men on the internet began to stir an erection once more.

   "I think I've been losing the genuine feel with the whole experience as
well," she admitted.  "You know, with the sex.  I've been writing how I
want it and not how it is."

   "Well you have to be honest to the characters," Aaron defended.

   "True.  But there comes a point in time where it is really sad when I've
made a living creating people who copulate not only more than me, but the
way I'd really like it.  I can't even think of a way to incorporate a
'game' of sorts between Andrew and Lilly like you suggested."

   "Really?  That's an easy one," Aaron chuckled.

   His mother stared at him.  "Please enlighten me."

   "Okay, well granted this story takes place in the '20's, but this is the
first time they've come together, right?"

   "Mm-hmmm." Claire uncrossed, then crossed her sleek legs again, causing
the fabric of the dress to whisper.

   Aaron shifted in his seat.  "Well, technically you couldn't use any
modern sex game or anything, but think back to ones you've used to play. 
How both parties were so engaged in it that it was like adding kindling to
a bonfire.  You just need to use an experience like that, only rework it to
fit your scene.  That way, the readers will be creaming their pants with
the characters." Aaron's face blushed crimson, suddenly realizing what he
had just said.  "Jesus, sorry.  That just slipped out."

   Claire grinned widely.  "I've said worse, Baby," she said.  "But what
games are you talking about?"

   "You know, for this situation, something that has an element of chance
like Naughty Dice or maybe-."

   "Dice?" Claire uncrossed her legs and sat forward with wide eyes.  "You
can use dice in sex?" Her fingers dug deep into the armrests.

   "Y-yeah." Aaron stuttered.  "I mean, they have to be the special kind
with descriptions and stuff."

   "How do they work?"

   Aaron cleared his throat, uncertain.  "Well, you roll the 'em and one
says what to do, and the other says where."

   Claire's thighs were squeezing together.  "You've used them before?"

   "Lucy and I used to-."

   "Do you still have them?" Her panties were growing wetter at a maddening
pace. How have I never heard of this, she thought.

   "I think so..." Aaron felt his pulse running a mile a minute.  Even
counting last night, he'd never seen his mother so worked up.

   "Go get them." She stared deep in his eyes.  It was more of an order
than anything he'd ever heard her say.

   Aaron stared back, finally finding words.  "I'll...  be right back."

   Moments later when Aaron returned, he found his mother refilling their
glasses.  "Let's go into the living room.  There's more light there."

   "Sure," was all he could mutter as she led the way with hurried
footsteps.  As he followed her, his hard-on screamed in his jeans as if it
sensed his mother's moistening tunnel hurrying along in front of it.

   She set their wine glasses on the coffee table and turned to her son,
trying to control her excitement.  "You have them?" she asked as she knelt
down beside the table.

   Aaron nodded as he lowered himself to sit beside her.  He dropped into
her hands two red cubes.  She selected one and held it up, rotating it to
inspect the words on each side.  She read them out loud:

   "Lips, Chest, Neck; oh that's a good one." Her focus was encouraging. 
"Toes, another favorite.  Ass; naughty-naughty.  And privates." She looked
up to her son with a surprised smirk.  "Very promising, Aaron."

   "Yeah." He watched this vixen in front of him.

   "These must be the actions," she said, holding it up.  "Tickle, Lick,
Nibble, Kiss, Caress, and -- oh that is dirty," she turned to her son. 
"...  And Fuck." She shuffled the dice around in her hand; their plastic
crackling filled the room.  "So how does it work?"

   Aaron shifted his weight.  "You roll the dice and do what it says to the
other person."

   "For how long," she asked eagerly.

   Aaron swallowed.  "About two minutes."

   She rolled the dice around in her palm.  "Just two?" Her breathing had
turned deep, as had her son's.

   "Well, technically it's until the roller decides to stop, but the
minimum is two."

   "Mmmm, this is a naughty little game, isn't it?" She looked at the dice
and rolled them across the table.

   They read: Lick -- Privates.

   "Oh my," she said.  "So...  if we were playing, I'd lick you or you'd
lick me?"

   Aaron exhaled.  "Um...  Since you rolled.  You'd be licking me."

   "Really?" She looked to the dice, picked them up and rolled again.

   They read: Nibble -- Toes.

   "So if you rolled the dice, and they said that, you'd nibble
on my toes?" She looked up at him coyly.

   "That's right." Aaron nodded.

   Claire shifted her weight, feeling the wetness between her heated
thighs. She turned to her son, looking into his eyes.

   "Baby," she said, "Do you think we could...  try it?"

   Aaron's cock jumped in his pants.  "Are you serious?"

   "I've never done this before, and I think I really want to."

   "But Mom, look at what the actions are."

   "I know, Baby.  We won't have sex.  And for the really naughty stuff,
maybe we'll just pretend." Her fingers trembled.  "I'm really turned on
right now.  You said this could help with the story, and I want to try it."

   "Isn't it a little wrong though?  I mean, you're my mother, remember? 
That's getting really close to incest."

   Claire looked as if she was ready to shoot bolts out of her eyes. 
"Babe, on paper I bet you it already is." Strands of her curls bounced in
front of her face.  "I know you came with me last night," she said.  "We
both could hear each other; so - nice try."

   She stood up, mind set.  "Besides, didn't you say that as long as it is
two consenting adults, fuck it?"

   "That was a different type of taboo, though Mom." Aaron said, looking up
at his mother.

   "I know, Son. But those were your words, not mine."

   "But..." he was running out of arguments and she knew it.  "But we have
to be naked to play the game." His veins felt like they were pumping melted
lead.

   "Oh really?" She tilted her head to the side with her hands on her hips.
"Well that means I get to see a nice, hard cock firsthand, doesn't it." She
reached to her side and began to lower the zipper on her dress.

   "Oh God," Aaron whispered.  He had longed to see what was about to be
before him.

   "Come on," she said as she slipped the dress free, leaving her to stand
in a black bra and panties.  "You're about to feel very overdressed. 
Momma's getting nude."

   Aaron's jaw dropped to the floor as his gaze roamed over her body. 
Claire rolled her eyes.  "Okay, fine.  Get up."

   As if on autopilot, he stood, but before he could say anything, she
grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up his body.  He raised his
arms, allowing her to pull it up, past his head.  He could feel her stretch
her body to him as she reached up, trying to free his clothing over his
head.  Her breasts pushed into him, her chest against his.  Her mound held
tightly against his erection.  As the shirt fell to the floor, they held
their stance, lost in the feel of each other's bodies.

   Finally, Claire found her voice.  "There," she said with a heavy breath.
"Now take a seat," she said as she pushed him back onto the couch.  He
stared back up at her, marveling in her beauty.

   "Jesus, Mom," he said as she stood above him.  "You're gorgeous."

   Blood rushed to her face.  "Aw, thank you Babe," she said as he ogled
her swelling breasts.  She followed his gaze looking down to her own chest.
"My-my, Aaron.  Enjoying the view?" she asked as she leaned over slightly.
"And here I thought you loved my ass." She said with a little wiggle.

   Aaron shook his head.  "I am, I mean, I was just...  they look
fantastic! Bigger then I recall.  I mean, not that I..." He blushed.  "How
big are they?" Aaron had to call on all his willpower so as not to reach
out and fondle her beauties.

   "What these?" she toyed as she cupped her breasts, holding them tightly
together.  "30D's.  100% natural." Her finger snaked forward to the center
and pinched a hidden clasp.  She blew him a kiss and shook the bra free,
exposing her bare breasts to her son.

   "...  Whoa," was all he could mutter.  Claire burst out laughing.

   "Glad you approve," she chuckled.  Her nipples were a dark brown and
hard enough to cut glass.  Tiny goose bumps ran around the areolas.  Her
nails lightly brushed the skin traveling from the swell of her breasts and
circling closer and closer to the center.  "You know you're the first man
to see these since your Dad?" she said before pinching her nipples.

   Aaron sat mesmerized.  "I'm honored."

   His mother grinned, nodding to his jeans.  "Your turn," she breathed. 
"I want to see you take those off yourself."

   Aaron removed his shoes tossing them beside the couch.  He moved his
hands up to his belt and began to loosen the clasp.

   "You sure about this?  Not something we can forget about to easily," he
asked.

   Claire stared at her son blankly with her hands returning to her hips.
"Babe, I'm already topless."

   Aaron shrugged.  "Works for me." He unbuckled his pants and lowered the
fly.  Immediately the pressure began to ease on his cock allowing a brief
burst of fresh air to wash in from the fly of his boxers.

   "Looks like you got yourself a monster hiding in there," she laughed
trying to peek down her nose.  "Come on, Aaron.  Let Momma see!"

   He hooked his thumbs into his jeans, grasping the boxers as well. 
"Okay," he said.  "You asked for it." He pushed them down, both at once,
and removed them from his feet.  He sat before her wearing only his socks.
His cock was harder then ever before.  Not knowing what else to do with his
hands, he leaned back in the couch.  His mother visually feasted on his
hard meat as it pressed up against his stomach.

   "Holy shit, Aaron!" she exclaimed, loins quivering like mad.  "That
thing is magnificent!  How big is it?"

   Aaron looked down to his thick cock.  "Believe it or not, I've never
measured it."

   "Bullshit," his mother said as she crawled onto the couch beside him. 
"Can you hold it up a bit?"

   Feeling slightly vulnerable, Aaron obliged, holding the base so it
pointed straight to the sky.

   "Baby, I'm impressed!  That is a nice dick." She was awestruck,
practically drooling over her son's tool.  She tried to memorize each and
every detail; from the ridge of the crown to the path of each thick vein
that pulsated along the shaft.  Aaron could swear he felt her breath as it
cooled passing lightly over the skin of his member.

   His body cried for more.  "I believe it's time to level the field, Mom."
He eyed her panties.

   She looked up to him, a knowing grin passing her lips.  "So you want to
see me now, huh?"

   Aaron nodded.

   She smiled, rising from the couch.  "What do you want to see more?  My
ass..." She snaked a thumbs down into the waist of her underwear.  "...  or
my pussy?"

   "Both."

   Claire smirked, excited beyond her dreams.  "Okay," she said again,
slowly turning to face away from him.  Her round, heart-shaped ass was
displayed out in front of her son as she shifted her weight, from one foot
to the next.  Her hips rocked back and forth as looked over her shoulder.

   A wave of pleasure washed through her as she realized she was about to
show herself to another man, and not only that, her own son.  "Oh this is
very, very naughty Baby." She said to him.

   "Yes, it is." His hand brushed over the skin of his cock.  "Come on,
Mom. Take off your panties."

   She shivered hearing her son say those words.  She bent a knee and
pushed the black fabric down.  Aaron missed nothing as she unveiled her
smooth and glistening mound before his eyes.  He could see everything.  Her
puckering lips opened hungrily, revealing the pink interior of her vagina,
dripping wet with lust.  She slowly straightened turning to him while she
kicked away her underwear.

   The air was filled with the scent of desire.

   "What do you think?" she asked while slipping a hand down below her
waist.  Her fingers passed her navel, gliding past the small patch of hair
just above her pussy.  Her fingers slithered over her clit and across the
lips, spreading the juices across her entire sex.

   Aaron was speechless.

   "Ready for the game, Babe?" she asked.  Aaron looked up at her,
captivated but still unsure.  She sensed his hesitation.  "We're already
naked.  All we have to do is roll the dice now."

   "But what about..." he trailed off.

   "If there's something we feel uncomfortable about doing, we don't do
it."

   Aaron still hesitated.  "...  We'll still be touching each other." He
looked at her.  "...  I mean, that's the point of the game."

   Claire looked to her boy and kneeled before him.  She reached out and
placed a hand against her son's cheek.  "Honey," she said, "I love you. 
You know that, right?"

   "Of course."

   "...  And I know you love me.  So then let's just agree; we'll only do
what the dice say short of actual... banging," she stressed the word
playfully.  "...  If we don't feel comfortable with what they say, no
worries.  We could roll again, or pretend, or whatever.  How's that?"

   He looked at his mother, sitting on her heels as naked as himself.  Her
locks of curly black hair fell over her shoulders.  She was as beautiful as
she was filled with pure, carnal wanting.

   He shook his head in disbelief.

   "You can't say I didn't warn you." He took a deep breath.  "Alright, I'm
in."

   "So you consent?" She asked with a smirk.

   "Yes, you ass, I consent." He rolled his eyes.  "Please roll before I
change my mind."

   His mother smiled brightly.  "My pleasure."

   She snagged the dice and rolled them across the table.

   The two watched as the tiny cubes settled revealing their faces.

   They read: Tickle -- Neck

   "There we go," Claire said happily as she turned to her son.  "That's
not so bad."

   Aaron shook his head.  "Well at least I get a massage out of this."

   "Ah-Ah.  It says tickle, not caress." She scooted behind him stretching
her fingers.  "Do I have permission to touch you, Sir?" she mocked.

   "Yes," he laughed.  "Just do it."

   "Goodie." She brought her finger tips to mere millimeters from his skin,
teasing him as she slowly crept closer.  Ever so lightly, her fingers
grazed his neck, teasing the tiny hairs.  Her touch sent shivers through
his body causing his muscles to tense up.  She smiled, watching the effect
and inched her own body closer to his.

   "Whoa, that tickles," he said as her fingers moved gently across his
collar.

   "That's the point." She inched her body closer still, her nipples now
brushing against his back.  Aaron's eyes bulged as he felt them glide
against his skin.  He closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation: simple, yet
intensely stimulating.  Then, suddenly, they disappeared.

   He looked over his shoulder.  "Why'd you stop?"

   She smiled.  "Two minutes, remember?  Your turn." She scooted around the
table and grabbed her wine.  Aaron picked up the dice.  With three shakes
he released them and his mother couldn't hide her giddiness as she watched
them roll to a stop.

   They read: Fuck -- Ass.

   Claire burst out laughing as Aaron stared wide eyed at the dice.

   "You've got to be fucking kidding me," he said as he turned to Claire.
"I..."

   "Babe, roll again.  It's fine," she said though, for a second, she had
almost climaxed right then and there from seeing what they read.

   Aaron rolled again, trying to rid himself of the image of his dick
sliding into his mother's tight hole.  The dice came to a stop.

   They read: Caress -- Chest.

   "Mmmm," Claire moaned in approval.  "Do you feel up to that?

   Aaron looked at her, his heart pounding.  "That I can do."

   "Well then," Claire said as she leaned back on her elbows.  "I believe
you're supposed to play with Momma's boobies."

   Aaron stared at her breasts as if zeroing in on a target..  He crawled
forward until he was right up against her side.

   "Grab them," she whispered as his hands drew closer.

   Aaron gritted his teeth, threw caution aside and pushed himself across
the last distance, closing the gap between mother and son.  He felt her
orbs fill his hands.  He could feel every bump that circled her areola;
both nipples caught between the webbing of his thumb and index.  He
squeezed and she moaned.

   "Mmmm, that feels amazing, Aaron." She purred his name, heating his
passion further.  He kneaded her gently and held her firmly.  Each move
made her breath catch in gasps and groans.  He pinched her nipples,
twisting and pulled.

   Her lips pursed and her hips gyrated.  She dug her nails into the rug
below her, desperately holding back the need to grab his head and pull him
against her.

   "God, Baby, that feels good," she hissed hoping his hands would toy with
her forever.  Then, only too soon, he pulled his hands away.

   "No-no-no-no!  Keep going!" she pleaded but he shook his head.

   "Roll," was all he said with a wicked grin.

   She returned the smile and sent the dice across the table.  They landed
out of her sight, but Aaron could see them fine.

   "Nibble -- Lips?" he said.

   "Don't mind if I do," Claire replied as she pushed him onto his back.

   Immediately she pounced on him, pressing her body into his.  Her breasts
squeezed against him, her hands against his chest.  She straddled his leg,
grinding her mound against his leg.

   While the lips she could kiss with stayed but an inch from her son's
mouth, Aaron could feel the soaking wet lips of her pussy part on his
thigh. Her breath rolled into his mouth with each pant she made as she
thrust her weight down, rubbing herself against him.  Her smile was that of
a pure seductress.

   Slowly, as if practiced a thousand times, she snaked her tongue out from
between her lips and drew it across his bottom lip.  Aaron made no
movement, completely captivated by his mother.  She smiled and snapped her
teeth, biting the air.

   She brought her lips lower, licking at his once more.  They hovered
above, so close; so very close.  He watched as she pulled her lips back,
baring her teeth once more and gently bit his lip.

   His breath rattled out as he thrust his cock against her thigh.  She
responded by thrusting onto him, pressing her juices against his hip.  She
rocked back down, nibbling and teasing him so he'd beg to be kissed.  He
responded, puckering or stretching up, but she pulled back.  He tried again
but she shook her head 'No'.  Then slowly, she slithered her body off of
his completely.

   Adrenaline pumping, Aaron immediately reached for the dice and sent them
across the table.

   When they settled, he turned to his mother perplexed.

   "How the hell am I supposed to fuck your toes?"

   Claire leaned back lifting her legs and wiggling her tiny digits.

   "Not a clue, Love, but go to town."

   Aaron scooted forward, his hard cock pointing to Claire's feet.  He was
absolutely puzzled.  "Any suggestions?"

   "Just rub your penis against them," she said resting her arms behind her
head.  "I'll accept that."

   Aaron shrugged and held the base of his cock securely in one hand.  With
the other, he reached out and grabbed one of Claire's feet.  She giggled in
response as he lifted them closer to his groin.

   He couldn't help but laugh, feeling absurd as he rubbed the head of his
penis against her sole.  She in turn laughed and brought the other up,
trapping his member in the arch of her feet.

   "This is a new one for me," she admitted.

   Aaron chuckled, feeling her toes slide against the skin of his shaft. 
"Me too," he stammered.  Pre-cum was glistening at the tip as she brought a
toe up, smearing the liquid around the crown.

   "Does it feel good?" she asked bringing Aaron's eyes down to her.  Her
legs, spread as they were, opened her body up to his sight.  Below him was
his mother, his goddess, breathing in deep and heavy breaths as she watched
her son find pleasure in what she was giving him.

   "Yes," he said slightly surprised as he began to move his hips forward
and back, sliding his cock between her feet.  "It feels very good."

   "Same here." She moaned bringing her hands down to her heavy breasts. 
"You better hurry," she said.  "Your time's up."

   He pumped faster into her feet.  "I chose when to stop."

   "True," she gasped as she teased herself.  "But I roll next.  Maybe it
will be something better than my feet." She looked squarely into his eyes.

   He slowed his rhythm and reluctantly withdrew.  Claire smirked and
searched for the dice while Aaron collapsed on a pillow.

   She rolled.

   They read: Caress -- Privates.

   "Wow this really progressed rapidly," Claire said turning to look at her
son.  "You feel like stopping?"

   Aaron looked at his mother, heaving with lust before him.  Every ounce
of his body craved for her touch.

   "No," he barely managed to say, imagining the sweet sensation of her
fingers wrapped around him.

   "Good," she breathed.  "Get over here.  I need to feel you in my hands."
She raised up onto her knees as Aaron moved before her.

   She trailed her hands up his calves, feeling his muscles tense once
more. Oh how she loved to tease.  "You want Momma to touch it, Baby?"

   "Y-yes," he stammered as she brought her hands to his inner thighs.

   "Yes, what?" she tilted her head to the side.

   "Yes please?" He gasped, feeling her so close and moving higher.

   "Please what?" she teased.

   "Please touch me," he breathed as her hands rose above his knees.

   "Where do you want me to touch you?" Her hands slid higher still,
cupping the outside of his thighs just below the curve of his ass.  His rod
was inches from brushing against her chin.

   "Mom, please!  Touch me.  Touch my...  my..." He was begging.

   "Your what?" She breathed her heated breath across his crown while her
hands cupped his cheeks.  "Your throbbing, hard dick?"

   "Yes!" he exhaled as her hands slid along his hips.

   "Your cock?" Her hands crept closer.

   "Yes!  Grab my cock, Mom!  Please!"

   She smiled.  "Good boy," she said as she snaked her fingers up and
around his tool.  Aaron's eyes almost popped out of his skull as she
squeezed him gently.

   "Holy shit!" he gasped as her delicate hand latched on to his tool.  His
legs quivered harshly, causing him to stumble backwards.  His calves
bumping hard into the coffee table, yet he somehow managed to keep from
falling.

   Neither heard the soft breaking of glass.

   "Oh baby, this is nice." She squirmed, feeling her pussy flooding with
juices.  She slid her hand up to the head spreading the new arrival of
pre-cum around with her thumb.  She was close enough to smell him, and she
did.  His scent filled her nostrils.  "God I haven't felt one of these
in... it's been too long."

   Aaron groaned deeply when he felt her bring her other hand up and cup
his testicles.

   "My baby sure is a big boy," she whispered looking up to her son. 
"Feels like you've got a lot stored up here." She gently squeezed his balls
as her hand began to slide back and forth along his shaft.

   "Oh God Mom." Aaron was awash with sensations.  She squeezed at the base
and released at the tip.  She rolled the pressure from finger to finger
like a masseuse.  Never had any girlfriend jerked him off like his own
mother was doing at this very moment.  His senses were on overload, and he
feared time was running short.

   "There we go," said his mother with a soft pat on his cock's head.  "Two
minutes."

   "You know, it might have been five minutes..." Aaron began.

   "Uh-uh." Claire winked.  "Your roll."

   Aaron grunted, not wanting to argue and reached for the dice.  He found
one on the floor, yet the other was in a puddle of wine.  He picked it up
noting its change in feel.  One side felt...  sticky.

   He looked up and noticed his glass had tipped over, leaving a small pool
of crimson liquid atop the table.

   "I think I spilled wine on the dice," he said to his mother, feeling the
residue.

   "Fuck it.  We'll clean up later.  Just roll baby, I need some
attention."

   Like a good son, he rolled.

   They read: Lick -- Privates.

   Claire's eyes lit up.  "Now we're getting somewhere!" she exclaimed.

   Aaron sat dumbstruck.  "Are you sure you want to continue?"

   "Are you serious?" She said standing, grabbing the dice.  "You just got
jerked off while I've been going fucking nuts." She all but ran over to the
dining table and hopped on top.  "Hurry." She turned, facing him.  "I need
that tongue of yours right here." She brought her hand down to her lips and
slowly spread her legs, inviting her son.

   Aaron watched as her fingers held herself open for him.  He could feel
his feet move beneath him, crossing the room, drawing him closer to her
waiting tunnel.

   "That's it, Babe," she said as he dropped to his knees between her legs.
When he placed his hands on her knees, she shuddered.  "Oh shit!" she
cried, feeling the warmth of his touch.  She scooted herself closer,
bringing her ass right to the edge of the table.

   She held herself open; her fingers restraining her lips from closing. 
Her wetness seeped out, glistening around her thighs.  He could smell her,
sweet and musky.  The scent wafting through the air.

   "Wow," was all he could say as he stared deep inside of her.

   "Oh, Baby.  I'm so wet." She flicked her hair over her shoulders.  "Do
you like my cunt?" She asked her son.

   He nodded, hypnotized by her sex.  She slowly began to draw her middle
finger upward, pulling back the hood over her clit.  She shuddered with
pleasure from the contact.

   "Your tongue goes here," she said as she waited to feel his lips on her
pussy.

   Her words pushed him over.  Aaron leaned forward planting his mouth over
her drenched sex.  He forced his tongue past his lips and deep into her
warm depths.

   "Oh fuck!" Claire screamed, finally feeling a man's mouth on her pussy.
When his hands slipped under her thighs to hold his face against her, she
grabbed his hair tightly.  They were locked together.

   He flicked his tongue against the walls of her tunnel; her flavor
washing over his palate.  He swirled, jabbed and prodded.  His lips moved
against hers; her juices smeared his face.  His nose tickled the hair on
her mound, pressing against her clitoris.

   "Ah!  Shit!" she cried as she rocked her hips against his oral assault.
"Fuck, Aaron!  Oh my god, that's so good!" She dropped her head back, sweat
glistening across her body.

   With his tongue, he traced her inner skin.  Felt every bump, every
change and fold.  He sucked and pinched.  With his teeth he nibbled, though
gently.  He couldn't get enough.  Her flavor was intoxicating.  It was his
ambrosia, familiar, yet foreign.  He pressed harder into her, desperately
seeking more as Claire groaned in pleasure.

   Her body was on fire, her teeth bared and she was panting.  Never had it
felt like this.  His tongue was like a poet as it moved across her bud. 
Her body rippled with sensations that roared into her core.

   He sucked on her clit, pinching it between his lips as her free hand
banged against the table.  She knew she was rapidly nearing a big one, but
she wanted to experience more.  Aaron didn't even hear the dice roll; he
only felt her suddenly pull his head away.

   "Oh Baby," she shivered in pleasure as she pulled him up, his face
shimmering from her wetness.  "You," she laughed, "...  you have quite a
tongue there." With both hands, she held his face and brought it to hers.

   Their lips connected in a hot, fiery kiss.  Her tongue slithered into
his mouth and danced across his own.  Aaron moaned into her, feeling this
welcome connection.

   She pulled back, licking her lips.  "Mmmm," she moaned.  "So that's what
I taste like?"

   Aaron grinned.  "You taste incredible."

   "I'm glad you like it," she said.  "...  and now, momma gets to taste
you."

   Aaron's eyes flashed to the table finding the dice.

   They read: Kiss -- Privates.

   "When..." he began as he sat down in chair.

   "Shut up," she replied, and he was quick to oblige.

   She hopped off the table and stood between his legs.  Slowly, she
lowered herself, arching her body into him.  Her firm tits pressed down his
face, his nose passing the valley between them.  She trailed her nipples
down his abs, then, finally, placed a hand on each one of his thighs as she
sat on her knees between them.

   "The dice said 'Kiss," she said as she gripped the base of his shaft and
planted a sweet, soft kiss on his crown.  Her lips were like electricity.
"But...  they didn't say what kind."

   Aaron raised an eyebrow.

   "How about a little French?" she said as she lowered herself down.  She
held his cock above her as she slipped her tongue past her lips and licked
the base.

   "Mom, that feels good," he moaned.

   She grinned.  "I'm glad.  I haven't done this in a while."

   "No complaints here."

   "Good," she said as she flicked her tongue out once more, holding his
cock at the crown and began to slowly, deviously, lick her way up the
underside of his tool.  Her eyes were locked on his face the entire time as
she lapped at his member.  His eyes were shut.  His lips gasping in
pleasure.

   "Mmmm.  You taste so good, Baby," she whispered.  "Momma loves your
cock."

   "It loves you too," he moaned, looking into her eyes.

   She held it against her chin and winked at her son.  "Then it's really
going to enjoy this." She brought the head to her mouth, parting her lips
and sucking it deep inside.

   "Oh my god!" Aaron cried as his mom lowered her mouth on his cock.  Her
head bobbing slowly as she moaned against his shaft.

   She pulled up, sucking him the entire way, her tongue rolling firmly
against the underside of his cock.  When she plunged, she rotated slightly,
spreading her saliva with her hand.  Up and down she went, sucking his
member for all she was worth.  Aaron's whole body tingled as if tiny pins
of fire were pricking him.

   Her rhythm increased, forcing as much as his cock into her mouth as she
could take.  Each time, she just wanted more, and each time, she got it. 
His tuft of hair brushed against her nose as she inhaled his entire member.

   "Jesus, Mom!" he exclaimed feeling her take the whole length of his
dick. "How...  oh fuck!"

   She pulled herself off, "Does it feel good?" she asked as she continued
to stroke him.  "You like your momma sucking your hard, fucking cock?"

   "God yes!" he cried as she inhaled his dick once more.  She orally
attacked him.  Trying to milk him with her mouth.  The sounds of her
slurping filled the room mixed with Aaron's groans and staggered breaths.

   Claire was in a world of her own.  Just the thought of him inside her,
even like this, was sending shivers through her own body.  But she still
wanted more.

   She pulled herself free and straddled his leg.

   "Please don't stop mom," he begged, feeling the cool air wash over his
glistening cock.

   "Your turn," she said as he put his hand on her hip.

   "Please, just a little more." His cock was throbbing.  He was close to
the edge.

   "Roll," she said, handing him the dice.

   She grabbed his free hand and brought it around to her sex.  His fingers
curved and easily slipped inside as the dice bounced across the table.

   She leaned in close to him, pressing her tits against his chest.  "What
do they say?" she whispered into his ear.

   Aaron's eyes watched the first die stop.

   It read: Privates.

   "What do we do next?" she asked, her voice deep with desire.

   The second die continued to tumble, Aaron watched it roll.

   "What do we do?" she asked again as the die finally landed.

   It read: Fuck.

   Aaron stared at the dice, reading them over and over.

   "What do they say?" his mother purred in his ear.

   He turned to her; his mother, wrapped in lust.

   "It says we're supposed to fuck," he said calmly, looking deep into her
eyes.

   Her body shivered at the thought.  "Does it now?"

   "Yes," Aaron said.

   "You're supposed to fuck me?"

   "Yes," he said again, his cock flexing in frustration.

   Claire pressed herself down onto his leg, grinding her bud against his
thigh.  "Too bad we can't, huh?"

   "Yes, too bad," her son said as he held her hips.

   Claire's body tingled in anticipation.  "Too bad we made that rule."

   Aaron nodded, his need approaching the bursting point.

   Claire watched her son, as horny and frustrated as she.  "But, I bet I
know how you were supposed to fuck me." Claire backed off his thigh.

   Aaron watched her step back.  "How's that?"

   She turned before him, bending over the table, presenting her bare ass
and dripping cunt.  "I think you're supposed to fuck me like this," she
said looking over her shoulder.

   Aaron rose to his feet, stepping behind her.  "Am I?" he asked as he
looked at her body.  Her hungry pussy called out from between her cheeks.

   "You're supposed to step closer," she said in a throaty whisper.

   He did.

   "Closer," she said again and he did.  His cock was just barely able to
graze the crack of her ass.

   "Closer," she almost pleaded.  Aaron placed a hand on each of her hips
and took one last step forward, feeling his cock fill the crack of her
cheeks.  Her sopping wet lips gripped the underside of his shaft.

   "Mmmm," she purred raising her hips up and down, grinding into him.

   "Is this what I'm supposed to do?" he played, wanting more.

   Her breath was in coming in ragged pants.  "This is part of it." Her
slow movements were exhilarating.

   "What's the other part?" he asked her, his voice rich with need.

   She bit her lip and looked back to him.  "You're supposed to take your
cock and aim it down a little."

   "Where is it supposed to go?" he asked her, wanting to hear her say it.

   She watched him as he reached down and grabbed the base of his cock.

   "Your cock is supposed to go in my pussy," she breathed feeling the head
slip down between her cheeks.  She shivered as it passed her ass and
continued lower.

   Aaron felt the wetness intensify as the head of his tool slipped across
her hungry lips.  Her hands gripped the edge of the table as she felt the
welcomed invasion.

   "Oh Baby," she cried feeling him so close.

   He held it loosely in place; the crown parting her ever so slightly.

   "You want it here?" He asked, barely able to restrain.

   "Yes!" she pleaded, pressing back slightly.

   The lips of her labia parted, pulling his cock inside.  He pushed
further; the head popped into her.

   "Oh fuck!" she cried as Aaron felt her tightness wrap around him.

   He pressed forward, and she pressed back.  Easily, with a deep and
guttural moan, his bare cock slid completely inside her tight, hot tunnel.
Aaron was firmly embedded in his mother's body.

   "Ah!" she cried feeling her ass press against his stomach.  She squeezed
the shaft, gripping it tightly with her pelvis; thankful to be full. 
"Aaron, you're inside me!  Oh Baby, you're inside me!" she groaned, pulling
herself forward then thrusting back again-and-again.

   Her son could feel the details of the wet and warm walls surrounding
him. Aaron grabbed her ass tightly, pulling her cheeks apart to see their
connection.  "Fuck - you feel good," he moaned.

   "So do you, Baby." She pulled away slightly, feeling the thickness of
his cock slide within her.  "Ah!  You are filling me up." She felt every
inch, each and every vein as it rolled out of her grasping pussy.  When her
lips felt the rim of the crown, she pressed back again sheathing him in her
womb.  Every second was pure bliss.  It had been far too long.

   "Oh baby, I love this.  I fucking love this!" she cried as she pulled
back and slammed home once more.  "Oh fuck!  Give it to me Aaron.  Fuck me!
Fuck me hard!"

   Aaron was quick to comply as he rammed into her, holding her hips for a
good thrust.  One after another he plowed; their skins clapped together
mixing with "Ah-Ah-Ah!" from his mother with every stroke.  Their lust was
completely primal.

   She held him like a vise as he slide in and out of her channel.  He
grabbed her ass; kneading the muscle as he plunged into her depths.  His
eyes roamed over her once again.  From her round, firm ass she kept
pressing back into him, to her flexed shoulders glistening with a line of
sweat running between her blades.  He held her hips, digging his fingers
deep into her skin.

   Claire felt his touch sliding along her body, relishing it for all its
worth: the way the coarseness of his finger tips rubbed against her; how
his hand shoved against her muscles with every thrust of his body.  It was
exhilarating in a most forbidden way.  So naughty; so very dirty, and she
loved every minute of it.
His hand began to withdraw.  "No!" she panted, reaching out and grabbing
it before it completely left her hip.  She pulled his hand down across her
body, holding it to her breast.  "Grab my tit.  Do it hard!" she pleaded

desperately.

   Aaron felt her nipple digging into the flesh of his palm.  He could feel
her heartbeat, her breath, and every vibration from their movement; but
more than that, he could feel her desperate desire.  He gritted his teeth
and pulled her against him.

   "Oh, yeah, Baby.  That's it.  Harder.  Fuck me harder!" She squeezed his
hand and clamped down on his cock.

   He thrust for all he was worth.  Their muscles ached, their voices were
growing coarse.  Their cries turned from moans to grunts.  It was
incredible, but time was running short.  The night's activities were
wearing on poor Aaron and a familiar churning began to tingle in his balls.
He knew he was lucky to have made it this far.

   "Mom!  Oh fuck, I'm getting close!" He cried as he hammered into her
faster still.

   "Wha-Ah God - What baby?" she asked through gritted teeth.

   "Mom!  I'm gonna cum!" He cried, feeling time running out.

   "Wait!" she cried, "Not yet!  I want to see you." She jumped forward,
clearing herself of his cock.

   Aaron protested feeling his member protest painfully, but fortunately he
didn't have to wait long.  Claire hopped back onto the table and spread her
legs.  "I want to see you cum on me," she said as she grabbed his cock and
pulled him back into her.

   They both moaned, feeling the blissful feeling return as his cock sank
back into her cunt.  "Get me close first," she said as she rocked her hips
into him.

   Aaron knew he didn't have long and Claire could sense it too.  He felt
his tool slide deeper than before.  Their pelvises slammed together.  Her
mound took jab after jab as he thrust into her, her pussy stretching around
his cock.

   She leaned back, kneading her breasts as he held her legs aloft.  He
slammed into her, watching her body rock with each thrust.  The way her
tits shuddered, or her stomach flexed: all of it was incredible -
especially when he looked up and saw her eyes watching his pelvis move back
and forth as he plunged into her.

   She brought her eyes up to his, smiling.

   "You gonna cum for me?" she teased, feeling her own orgasm growing.  "I
want you to cum.  Cum for me."

   Her words were too much.  He felt his fuse burning closer.

   "Oh shit!" he cried.

   "Cum for me, Baby!" she cried as she rocked her hips, feeling her senses
tingle.

   His loins began to tighten.  "Here it comes!" he cried.

   "Yes, Baby!  I want your cum on me." She was on the edge.  "Cum for me
Aaron!"

   "Mom!" he cried as he thrust into her hard one last time before yanking
his cock free.  "I'm...  I'm cumming!" He ground his shaft against her clit
as he fired off arc after arc of cum across Claire's heaving torso.

   "Ah!" she cried out as his convulsing shaft sawed against her clit.  She
could feel it approaching as his cum landed on her skin.  Closer still as
he continued to thrust.  And then, when he looked in her eyes, she cried as
her own world shattered in a blissful climax.

   She grabbed him, pulling his body atop hers as they shuddered together
in wave after wave of pleasure: his hips still rocking - milking his cock
with every thrust until he had no more to give.  They stayed there,
embracing in ecstasy, until the flood began to ebb.

   The world suddenly seemed to clear as if a fog had blown away.  Aaron
lay panting heavily atop his mother, cock pressed against her.  She
squeezed him, kissing his neck as she relished the feeling of their bodies
together.  He pushed himself up, slightly.

   "Wait," she pleaded softly.  "Just a little longer." She looked into his
eyes.  "This feels really nice."

   Aaron looked at her, at the way she smiled up at him; the way she
shimmered like a goddess; her hair a mess, her skin covered in sweat.

   "Mom," he said.  "Can I...  kiss you?"

   Her eyes brightened.  "Sure, Honey.  I'd like that."

   He smiled and ever so slowly, lowered his lips to hers.  Their mouths
parted, and tongues met in-between.  Claire wrapped her arms around her
son, moaning into his mouth and he into hers.  Their hands caressed each
other tenderly, up the sides of their bodies and across each other's back.
Their embrace was of pure joy.

   Slowly, Aaron pulled away.

   "Aaron," Claire asked, "...  Am I a horrible mother?"

   Aaron was taken aback.  "What?  Why would you ask that?"

   She scrunched her eyebrows.  "Well I did just have sex with my son," she
laughed.  "I think they frown on that in the 'Mother of the Year'
competitions."

   "Eh, what do they know?" Aaron said as he shifted to lay beside her; his
head on his elbow.

   "Honestly though." She traced his chest with her fingers.  "...  What
kind of mother does that?"

   Aaron looked deep into her eyes.  "Mom, how old am I?" he asked.  She
turned to look at him, resting her hand flat on his shoulder.

   "Twenty-three?"

   Aaron laughed.  "Thanks for sounding so uncertain, but yes." She trailed
her fingers against his skin.  "I am twenty-three.  I am an adult.  I can
and I do make decisions for myself.  My choices are my own." He lifted his
head.  "Do you think you raised a monster?"

   She looked at him, proudly.  "No.  Not at all."

   "Good." He snuggled closer.  "Neither do I."

   "So it's okay?  What we just did?"

   Aaron thought for a moment.  "I'm fine with it.  You're a great lay."

   Claire laughed, feigning offense.  "Thanks, you ass!" She slapped his
shoulder.  "Seriously, though.  Are you okay?"

   "Yeah.  Yeah I am.  I'm pretty sure I've wanted it for a long time."

   Claire perked up.  "Really?"

   Aaron nodded.  "I never told you the real reason Lucy and I broke up,
did I?"

   "She was the girl you dated during high school right?"

   "Yup.  And two years after." Aaron cleared his throat.  "Well, we split
because I told her I didn't love her anymore, but to be honest I started to
get freaked out."

   "Why's that? Commitment?"

   "No.  Actually it was because I realized that everything she did, said,
and even how she looked all reminded me of you." Claire lifted her head,
smiling.

   "Lucy?"

   "Yeah."

   "Lucy Esperanza?"

   "That's the one."

   Claire looked off into space, remembering.  "I don't see it."

   "Doesn't matter.  I did and it freaked me out."

   "So you just left her?  That poor girl."

   "It's cool." Aaron shrugged.  "She's married now with kids.  Lives
somewhere upstate, I think."

   Claire snuggled up into her son with renewed giddiness.  "So you've had
the hots for me since high school?"

   Aaron nodded.  "Looks like it."

   Claire let her hand drift south, her fingers caressing her son's
deflated penis.

   "So now that you've had your taste, any complaints?" She teased as she
gently squeezed the crown.  She could feel blood begin to flow back.

   "None at all," Aaron said, watching her nipples begin to harden.

   Claire leaned forward, kissing the corner of his mouth and leaned in to
his ear.  "So you think you could fuck me again?" Her fingers wrapped
around his cock tightly.  It was almost at full mast.

   "Absolutely," he said as he held her hip firmly.

   "Good," she said, licking his ear.  "Because I want this back inside
me." She wrapped her leg around his, pressing her body as close as was
possible.  "What do you say, baby?" She nibbled on his ear.  "Wanna' fuck
your Mom?"

   "You know I do, but just one question..." he began.

   Claire pulled back, tilting her head to the side.  "What's that?"

   Aaron looked deep into her eyes.  "...Can we get off the table?"

   Claire laughed as she scooted off the side.  "Well, Sir, I do believe I
have a room upstairs if that's more to your liking."

   "That sounds quite lovely, my dear.  Carry on." He said with a playful
slap to her backside.

   "Oh you brat!" she giggled, running up the stairs with Aaron close at
her heels, captivated by her naked pussy as if it was winking at him with
every step.

   "Should I grab a condom this time?" he asked as they hurried to her
bedroom.

   Claire shook her head.  "Tied Tubes," she said running past the doorway,
"Besides, this time I want you to cum inside me." She smirked to her son as
she grabbed a towel and wiped the semen off her body.  "Sound like a plan?"

   "I'm game."

   "That's my boy." She tossed him the rag.  "And come to think of it..."
she said with a hand on her hip "....You still owe me an ass-fuck."

   Aaron stumbled.

   "You rolled the dice," she giggled.  "But we'll save that for later. 
Now get on the bed.  I wanna' be on top," she said climbing onto the
mattress.

   "God, Mom, I love you," Aaron said watching his mother stand on her
knees atop the covers.

   Claire smiled.  "I love you too, Aaron.  Now get...  your ass...  up
here."

   Aaron was quick to obey.

   Within moments, Aaron had returned to his mother's hungry womb.  They
ravished each other; Mother bouncing atop son and later in every position
imaginable.  Before long, there wasn't a room in the house that hadn't seen
their sweating bodies joined in pleasure; not an inch that hadn't heard
their moans.  And that's the way it continued for the next seven years; a
secret life of forbidden sex.  Mother and son entwined as lovers, and now
professionally bound by careers.  And for the longest time, no one ever
found out about their relationship; even after Claire's final book was
published.  No one until you, Dear Reader, and I'm quite certain that that
will remain private.  With that, this story is concluded, for there is
nothing more to tell at this time.  Therefore, it is here that we shall
leave them; mother and son engaged in their private acts of incest.

   The End.


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