Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Title: Helpless Sins Ch.02


Summary: The next morning


Keywords: inc,fic,romance



   Chapter 2: The Morning After

   "Lord, give me strength." Charlene whispered.  The tiny rasp of her
voice was the only sound penetrating the silence of her bedroom, save the
shallow breaths of sleep coming from beside her.  Charlene had awoken to
face the terrible and sensational truth that her son David was in her bed,
naked as she was and the scent of their passionate sex still lingered in
the air as though they had only finished crossing that line only moments
ago.  Charlene's words felt like a prayer in her heart, though she was
really only whispering to herself out of a need to talk to anyone who would
listen.  As the gorgeous young man beside her dreamed into the morning
hours, she hadn't the heart to wake him yet to subject him to rambles of
incoherent thought on her part about what had happened.  As she stared at
David so attentively that she occasionally forgot to blink until her eyes
stung, Charlene rolled her thoughts around inside her head.

   "Alright.  It happened.  It's not like you can convince him it didn't."
She began over thinking with all the intensity that a complex calculus
question might require.  "And it was wonderful...  perfect...  No!  Stop
that!  He's your son for Christ sake!" Charlene stabbed herself with her
own logic.  "This can't continue." She decided flatly, resolved that she
would allow him to sleep and when he awoke they would talk.  She would tell
him how wonderful it was, how incredible he was as a lover.  That she loved
him and was terribly sorry for putting him in the position they were in but
that was the end of it.

   "But I'm not sorry." She whispered aloud once more, realizing what she
said with the full force of an epiphany.  She wasn't sorry enough, was more
to the point.  As she recalled the delicious feeling of being entwined with
his body and the taste of his lips against hers, Charlene felt achingly
certain that all the guilt and pain that would come from doing it again was
an acceptable price.  "Oh my God this whole thing is totally fucked!" The
thought sounded like a scream in her head.  She was torturing herself
beyond any decision she had poorly made in the past.  Perhaps, she
realized, some lines weren't crossed, but not for the reasons she'd always
understood.  "Alright, one thing is still certain.  I have to talk to him.
He's a part of this and I need to hear his thoughts on it too." She decided
and to her amazement, all the other voices battling to be heard in her mind
ceased, apparently satiated that that was the best course of action...  for
now.

   Charlene jumped as her son's body unexpectedly moved over and nuzzled
against hers.  Her instinct to recoil was defeated by the fact that she had
nowhere to go.  She was already nearly against the side of the bed.  His
strong young thigh had draped over her hip, pressing his cock against it
which with all the stereotype of a young man, had swollen to its rigid
potential in the fading hours of his dreams.  The heat of it warmed her
naked skin, sending her body into an electric state.  As Charlene lay
perfectly still marveling at the sensation, she closed her eyes, feeling
her son's steady pulse in the soft twitch of his manhood against her.  Any
resolve to await David's alertness to discuss the previous night vanished
as she slid her hand slowly down her body until her fingertips met with the
solid fleshy head of his engorged phallus.

   David's lips parted as he continued to sleep peacefully while she inched
back from him just enough to permit her fingers to wrap around him.  The
gentle thump of his heartbeat swelled in her grasp like it was giving her
permission to continue.  Despite the eagerness of her intent, Charlene
couldn't help but be aware that her grip was feeble and shaky as she slid
her fingers tightly up along David's shaft.  Her maternal shame contended
with her desire heavily, until at last her hands steadied.  Without her
eyes to see her labors under the covers, he felt even longer than she had
recalled as her hand glided softly from his base to tip with controlled
even movements.

   "God what's wrong with me?" Charlene whispered as she stared up at the
ceiling expecting in part that a divine reply should come from above to
caution her against this further decent into depravity.  Without warning a
hot flow coated along her hand and dribbled out along her hip.  Charlene
immediately lifted the comforter to see the intoxicating sight of her son's
clear sticky pre-cum evacuating his penis in a heavy flow as she fondled
him.

   "Stop this!  Stop while you can!" Her better reasoning screamed inside
her mind, but Charlene had become helpless at the sight of her son's hot
natural lubricant going to waste under her skillful efforts.  Feeling like
she could weep at her helplessness, Charlene looked back up at her son's
sleeping face.  His mouth had opened further, panting softly as she stroked
her hand along his cock.  She wondered if she could possibly be lucky
enough that he was dreaming of her.  Locking her eyes on his, ready to
abandon what she was doing at the first sight of David rousing, Charlene
inched her body downward until she was engulfed in the covers.  Soon it
wouldn't matter if he woke up, but until then something about him simply
opening his eyes to it happening felt safer to her.  It was a cowardice she
could live with.

   "I'm going to Hell..." She panted as she leveled her face with her son's
outstretched cock.  The head was glistening with his pre-ejaculate and his
skin still wore the aroma of her own vagina from the night before.  Closing
her eyes, Charlene held him firmly in her hand, extending her tongue from
her pouty lips until it met his tightly stretched skin.  The salty mix of
their torrid sex enthralled her taste buds immediately, forcing her to lick
upward in a single heavy pass of her tongue until her lips crested over the
oozing head of David's cock.  She locked her lips over it tightly, suckling
her son firmly for more of the delicious nectar that she now craved like a
drug addict.  The musky scent of his crotch filled her nostrils like a
poppy field, and like a perverted Dorothy of Oz, she breathed him in deeply
as she savored the pleasure of his manhood pressing against the inside of
her cheek like a child with a sweet.  She opened her mouth around him,
pressing forward as she swallowed his cock in more deeply, then slowly she
withdrew, allowing her lips to pass her saliva in a heavy coat against his
flesh to make the next time easier.

   "God David, why do you taste so good?" She wondered as she gulped with
increasing eagerness along her son's forbidden fruit.  Each time her lips
pinched nearly closed at the tip of his penis, David unknowingly streamed
more of his adolescent sweetness into his mother's hungry mouth.  She
continued fellating him, letting it pool in her mouth richly before she
swallowed in satisfaction but the yearning in the rest of her body was
beginning to cry out for fulfillment.

   "Wake up baby." She thought, willing him to feel her need as he slept.
Charlene grasped him tighter in her hand, tugging at his throbbing hardness
as she sucked David more vigorously, allowing deep throaty moans to pass
her lips and stimulate his tender flesh.  "Wake up.  God, please just wake
up and..." She begged in silent madness.  Like the answer to the silent
prayers of a blossoming nymphomaniac, young strong hands wound into her
hair along the back of her head with a sudden trembling firmness.

   "Please don't stop!" David's voice groaned deeply with urgent need from
outside the protective concealment of the blanket surrounding Charlene's
aching body.  His hips thrust forward gently, sending the head of his cock
back in to his mother's mouth.  She took it deeply between her soft wet
lips and flattened her tongue to caress it as it sank to the back of her
throat.  She surrendered, allowing David to control her; holding the back
of her head gently but with no obvious intention of letting her move as he
guided himself in and out of her mouth in long deliberate movements. 
Charlene's hand again sought out the flowing moisture between her legs,
furiously massaging her clit as her son used her mouth for his pleasure. 
The act of giving in to him like this, of allowing such abandonment of
control was unlike any arousal she had ever experienced.  He was making her
his, and in spite of any effort she could have ever imagined mounting, she
was helpless to deny that she wanted him to.

   Charlene reached out along her son's swollen cock, raking her
fingernails along its length as it pushed forward into her lips until her
fingers felt the delicate thin flesh of her son's testicles.  They rested
in her circled fingers like monstrous olives, his fragile scrotum
contorting and tightening under her touch with delicious reactions. 
Softly, Charlene teased them with her tickling touch, cupping them and
rolling them between her fingers as her sons gentle thrusts into the
recesses of her mouth intensified in speed and force.

   "Oh Mom..." David groaned.  Charlene's other hand had become a flurry of
motion over her vagina.  Hot thick fluid spilled through her rapidly
circling fingers as her puckering sex opened to receive them with longing.
David's cock swelled and receded with each thrust he made into her wet
velvety mouth, seeping stream after stream of his manly nectar along her
taste buds.  Charlene moaned a muffled and desperate cry of passion along
against his cock as she plunged her fingertips into her core; three at once
with remarkable ease.  "God Mom!" David cried out again.  The more he said
'mom', she more deeply lost Charlene sank into the desperate enthrallment
that incest now offered.  Her own ambition replaced the need for the hold
of his guiding hands against her head.  She worked her face forward of her
own accord as she rolled him onto his back and took a place on all fours
beneath the blanket and bobbed her mouth up and down along his slippery
cock.

   David ripped the blanket back, revealing his mother to his eyes.  "God
that's so hot!" He gasped as he took in the sight of her, on her hands and
knees, taking him into her throat with each sinking motion oh her head. 
She kept one arm draped back along her body and Charlene felt certain that
David could hear the lewd sloppy sounds her fingers were making as she
feverishly masturbated.  Somehow, that only made her hotter for him.

   "Look at me..." David begged.  Charlene looked up from the sight of his
cock vanishing in her face into David's intense gaze.  His eyes penetrated
her to the core as though his fixed gaze could fuck her all by itself.  The
connection forced helpless moans from Charlene as she grunted to continue
to fuck her son with her mouth.  Willing her throat to become an equal to
the saturation between her legs, she decided in a moment to allow what she
had never permitted of another man out of nervous hesitancy.  Gaping her
jaw open as far as she could tolerate, she flattened her tongue to keep it
out of the way and pressed her head slowly down further.  Her eyes shut
tightly on their own as Charlene breathed deeply through her nose, willing
herself to relax as she felt the mushroom head of her son's cock ease into
her throat.  The intrusion, new and frightening forced her to cough against
him, but still she allowed him in further despite the discomfort of a
certain gag reflex.  Her eyes began to water as the feeling of suffocation
swept terror through her nerves but putting aside every warning her
instinct to raise back up could muster, Charlene sank lower until more of
him was lodged tightly in her throat than not.

   "I'm actually deep throating!  I'm deep throating my own son." She
realized as she continued to force herself to breath normally through her
nose.  He felt gigantic inside her neck.  Despite a certainty of an
impending sore throat, the desperate look of pleasure in David's eyes urged
her to continue taking him in, sending endless inched of phallic delicacy
into her mouth.  Familiar terrors of pleasure and broken boundaries
consumed Charlene as she drooled against the meaty shaft each time it
withdrew.  It was becoming easier to take him in, like a virginal pain that
had given way to the delights of amazing new pleasure.  With new found
boldness, she eased her head forward with each deep thrust into her face as
her fingers redoubled their efforts inside the swollen folds of her parted
labia.

   David held perfectly still, watching her intently.  In his eyes offered
a sudden gentle reassurance that she should continue, but only at her
willingness.  Charlene felt the warmth of security and began to try to
press down more deliberately with her slowly bobbing head.  He was so deep
it was impossible to believe that his heavy looking testicles were nearly
resting on her chin.  As she looked down the length of his cock she
silently wished there was a way to consume them as well if only to bring
his pleasure to heights no woman would ever again be capable of.  The idea
that she could be something to him in the privacy of her bedroom that he
would never be able to replace elsewhere made her feel powerful and alive.
In that moment of perfect fantasy, Charlene came heavily, tugging her hand
from her sex to support her against the bed as she screamed in delight
against the intrusion she had forced into her throat so deeply.  Her pelvic
muscles convulsed, sending a squirt of her juices out of her core and down
the inside of her thighs with a wet spitting sound.  She felt exposed and
embarrassed as she tried to look up at David who had cocked his head to the
side, glaring at the trickle of his mother's ejaculate that at this point
was running nearly to her knees.

   "Jesus Christ that's beautiful." He whispered as he looked at her warm
tingling leg like it was something to eat.  Charlene's embarrassment
evaporated.  Had she only the will to take him from her mouth she longed to
kiss him, to thank him for how sexy she felt.  Suddenly David winced.  His
hands reached out, clutching the sides of the bed like he was bracing
himself.  It was not a look of discomfort.  Charlene had already come to
know that face well and pulled her head back, gurgling until her son's
plump cock head rested between her lips.  Eagerly she circled the tip with
a dancing tongue as she took hold of David's length and began to stroke her
slippery salvia along it like some treasured lubricant.

   "Mom!" Was all he managed before his penis noticeably jerked before
Charlene's eyes.  Almost immediately she was rewarded by a heavy warm rush,
spilling into her mouth faster than she could swallow it.  With heavy gulps
she drank from her son's cock as his hips bucked involuntarily and his
labored breaths broke into manly howls of pleasure.  Charlene was
transported back to the innocence of infancy; the need to suckle and nurse,
and it occupied her mind as grossly appropriate that her own child now
nourished her craving the way she had once nourished his from her breast.
She sucked harder, desperate for the bittersweet blessing flowing over her
tongue not to end until reluctantly she finally pulled away gasping for
air, having ensured that her son's last drops were not lost to the hot
flannel bed sheets beneath them.

   Staring up at David as she traced a finger up from her chin to deliver a
dribble of ejaculate that had escaped her mouth, he gazed back down at her,
breathless and mesmerized.  Between his legs sat a proud wet cock that had
lost none of its rigidity; the blessings of youth.  Charlene swallowed
deeply as she realized that whoever her son was looking at, it wasn't his
mother anymore.  His pupils sparkled as though his eyes were made of a
glistening liquid flame.

   "Oh yes.  Please let this happen again.  No!  It can't yet.  We haven't
talked." She thought as the weight of terror and wonder fermented in her
mind to prepare her for what was to come.  David sat up, reaching out for
her arm.  His grasp was firm and unyielding.  Charlene felt helpless as he
pulled her forward and directed her to lay flat along her bed as he rounded
her body.  She watched him silently, battling with fight or flight
instincts as he placed his knee between her thighs and scooted them apart
only just slightly.  Every fiber of her being seemed to beat in her heart
with millions of shouting voices, all competing to convey the emotional
flood that was welling inside her.

   "Yes..." She hissed.  "David I want you so badly." She whimpered.  The
words represented the dominate voice in her scramble of confused thoughts.
Suddenly she knew that any protest on her part and it would end.  She felt
secure and safe with herself and above all her son.  She knew what had to
happen.  She knew what she couldn't go another minute without.  Charlene
turned her head away from David, rested her head against a pillow and
waited to be ravaged.

   She groaned in anticipation as she felt the heat of her son's strong
thighs mount her from behind.  The hot sticky length of his cock rested
blissfully along the crack of her bottom as his hands massaged up her back
and teased back down her spine with delicate brushes of his fingertips. 
She lay there, still breathless with the taste of his semen on her tongue,
ready to open herself to him.  She felt him take hold of himself, rocking
his hips back to align his beautiful cock with his mother's wet depths.

   "David..." Charlene whispered as she finally turned her head from the
pillow it rested on and looked back over her shoulder at her secret lover.
He leaned down along her back to listen, his heat enveloping her and his
breath against her ear.  "Make me yours." She groaned with a deep huff of
air as she felt the meaty head of his cock penetrate her.  His lips closed
along the back of her neck and Charlene's eyes fluttered up into their lids
as she scarcely remained aware of her voice crying out while her son
thrusted forward, sending his complete girth into her without the slightest
resistance.  Her body echoed what her heart desired most.  She was terribly
wet for him, ready to surrender to any manner of power he would send
through his cock into her delicate aching vagina.

   "You're so hot." He gasped.  Charlene rolled her head forward, digging
her teeth into her pillow as her son began to thrust in and out.  His hands
stroked up along her arms until they found her hands, clenching his fingers
tightly in hers as his hips collided against her bottom forcefully until
the sound of their mutual moans of pleasure was augmented with the
delightful noise of impacting flesh.  "I can't believe we're really doing
this again!" He panted as his breath became ragged.

   "Then don't ruin it by talking about it."Charlene wanted to reply but
kept the thought to herself.  She didn't want him to ever stop, but was
terrified that if he made it feel any more real her resolve would crumble
and she would flee her room in agony; to cover herself and face her son as
a mother and tell him that what they had done, what they were doing was
impossibly wrong.  "How can you call yourself a mother?" She asked herself,
hoping almost that some part of her would answer.  She wondered if the
gorgeous young man behind her, driving the perfection that was his young
penis into her so forcefully had even the same cares over their situation;
she hoped not.  In this moment of bliss, Charlene dared to wish that David
felt totally at ease as he took her with such recklessness.  More than
anything, she wanted to receive him with the same careless joy, as though
they were simply well acquainted friends who after many years had
discovered each other in a new light.

   "David!" She cried out in reply.  "Your cock feels so perfect inside me!
Take me!  Take your mother!" She added, hoping that the filthy words would
urge him to pound the doubt right out of her.  His pace intensified. 
Continuously, Charlene rocked forward along her mattress, gasping in
pleasure as her vaginal walls clamped down on the welcome invader that
speared into her slippery womanhood deeper than she could ever remember
having had before.  His hands clenched hers tightly.  His body, now slick
with perspiration slid along her back with each lunge of his hips.  His
mouth washed over her shoulder, biting her flesh as he growled through his
lust.

   "Oh my God baby!" She cried out when her breath found pause for words.
"That's it baby, fuck me!  Fuck me!" She shouted again and again. 
Impossibly, her young lover accommodated her with harder thrusts from
behind each time she made the demand of him.  Charlene screamed again,
sinking her teeth back into the soft pillow beneath her face.  She had
begun to surprise even herself.  With other men, Charlene had always
thought it important to be a vocal lover, knowing well how any man needed
affirmation, but it was always little more than that.  Never before had she
ever felt compelled to cry out to any lover with such insistence and had
always resigned such lustful ramblings as the stuff of dirty novels.  She
felt filthier, and that only made her skin flush hotter than ever.  David
released her hands, which she promptly dug into the linen around her until
the hammering stab of his cock sent her limbs flying in all directions. 
His strong grip clasped her waist above her hips to keep her in place as he
sat up and rocked his thighs to drive himself against her toned ass better.
The new angle drove him against her cervix with hard beating thumps.

   "Fuck yes!" Charlene exclaimed shrieked.  "Harder!" She grunted,
allowing the new found boldness in her to run wild.  David rolled his body
into each penetration, giving it the force of his weight.  His helpless
mother lay beneath him crying out in an ecstasy she was certain she never
would have found without her son.  She was no longer being made love to;
she was being screwed.  Her son's movements were pressing her body forward
along her bed which creaked and complained under the unfamiliar stress of
two lovers with no seeming end to their need for each other.  She hadn't
been fucked like this since before David had been born.  She loved him for
it.

   "Slap my ass David!" Demanded the thing that a mother had become using
Charlene's voice.  In reply, a loud crack of palm meeting skin filled her
ears as the harsh pain in her bottom exploded into pleasure through her
body.  She cried out and begged for more.  David's hand collided again with
her ass once more in the same place and again in a new spot until her rear
was evenly warm and terribly sensitive.  "Oh God David again!  Ride me! 
Spank me!  Use me!" She shouted as she felt her inner muscles quake with
approaching climax.  "Keep going!  Keep going!  Oh David, I'm going to
cum!" She pleaded.  At that moment and for no apparent reason, tears welled
in her eyes and poured out over her face.  Charlene buried them away in the
pillow, not knowing herself what had caused them and not wanting for a
second that David should see them and stop.  They continued to flow as she
cried out into the pillow incoherently, mumbling obscenities based upon her
vulgar carnal needs.  Her body began to shake uncontrollably as the orgasm
took control of her faculties.  Her son followed the lead of her body's
contractions and rocked deeply in and out of her as the tidal waves of
pleasure washed through her womb and out upon his shaft in a musty sweet
smelling gush.  She lay unable to move, panting heavily as the ecstasy
rippled through her like pure voltage.

   David continued to rock in and out of Charlene, softer now that she had
crested but enough to make the sensations of orgasm linger into long
minutes of inextinguishable fire in her loins.  Without warning, her son's
hands tightened on her hips as his thick girth jerked sharply inside her
vagina, spilling his dangerous seed once again into his own mother's womb.
Charlene's eyes widened at the feel of his swell within her body. 
Instinctively, she placed her hand against her belly, feeling almost
certain she would feel his cock there flooding her as he ejaculated.

   Whether it was because he hadn't made a sound or the fact that she had
still been so consumed with her own pleasure, Charlene realized that David
hadn't made a noise when he had climaxed.  Instead he gently collapsed
against the burning muscles of her moist back and, remaining deeply buried
inside her, used his weight to roll them both into a spoon beside each
other.  Charlene shut her eyes as his strong young arms enveloped her and
held her against his chest tightly.  His heart beat against her spine as
they both silently began to breathe a bit more regularly.  Her lips curled
into a smile as his mouth met the side of her neck.  The kisses were
delicate and they seeped into her flesh like a small warm blanket against
her tingling pores, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand out.  As
to how David could turn off the aggression of such powerful sex and
dissolve it so quickly into tenderness, Charlene could only wonder and
marveled maternally that she had raised such a wonderful man.  Any woman
would be luckier than she would ever realize with him, and yet there he lay
in her bed beside her, holding her as though she were his soul mate. 
Charlene squinted her eyes shut tightly, trying to block out the sudden
feeling of love that didn't befit her offspring and she felt she less than
deserved.

   "Stop being a fool!" She chided herself silently, but the delicious feel
of his lips dragging wet kissed down her neck made her internal self abuse
seem moot against the flutter of butterflies in her stomach.

   "How do you do that?  Switch on and off so easily?" She moaned just
above a whisper as she stared off towards the window which was rich with
condensation again against the chilled morning air outside.

   "What do you mean?" David whispered back amidst more gentle brushes of
his lips against her.  Charlene took a deep breath, trying to decide on the
words that would be least confusing while trying to formulate them in her
head in a manner than didn't befuddle her.

   "One minute you're fucking me so hard I think my bed will snap and
now..." She drifted off as the tingling from her son's mouth distracted
her. "Now you hold me and...  David I've never felt so safe." She
explained, certain that the words were making less sense than she'd
intended.  She wished her son could feel the warmth of feeling in her heart
for him.  She felt certain it would explain better than she ever was going
to be able to.  David rolled back slightly; his cock withdrawing completely
from Charlene.  At once the heavy wet flood began to spill from her
stretched vagina.  Everything about the sensation felt incomplete and
wanton.  She whimpered in protest at the abandoning feeling of emptiness.
David's firm hand clasped over her shoulder as he pulled her onto her back
to face his eyes.

   "Mom!" He exclaimed upon seeing the redness around her eyes and the
identifiable streaks of tears against her cheeks.  "Are you ok?!  I hurt
you!  I'm so sorry!" He blathered in terror.  Charlene placed her fingers
on his lips all too quickly as she shook her head solemnly.

   "No baby it wasn't that.  To be honest I have no idea why I was crying.
That was..." She began, trying to convey how much what had happened meant
to her.  How he had awoken some primal force inside her; allowed her to be
what she had never felt comfortable being with anyone before.  "I haven't
the words." She finally resigned as David looked back at her, suspicious
and with eyes that displayed more concern than she felt she deserved.  His
genuine fear that he had harmed her nearly sent Charlene into tears again.
"Get a hold of yourself or you're gonna fuck him up even more than you
already have!" She tormented herself.

   "I'm just..." she tried to rationalize out loud, but realized she had no
justifiable explanation for her tears.  They had come so suddenly that even
she had been unprepared for them.

   "You're guilty as sin and you can't admit that to yourself well enough
to keep your son out of your cunt!" She thought as she stared into David's
fearful gaze.  She longed to feel one thing or another.  The suffering
caused by her ever returning shame felt unnatural against the pleasure and
desire she felt otherwise.

   "It's just crazy female stuff sweetie." She finally lied.  David looked
unconvinced in the extreme.  "Middle aged hormones running wild.  Really
I'm fine, and I assure you the very, very last thing you just did was hurt
me." She added, hoping that her playful smile at the reference to their
incredibly hot sex would be enough to persuade him.  She stared down
finally, happy to break eye contact until her gaze relaxed on the long
glistening sight of her son's cock, draped over his thigh.  Softly, as
though trying to make him unaware of it, Charlene bit her lip as she
fixated on inch after glorious inch of thick skin, still flush with hot
blood beneath the surface and saturated in the milky white and clear
deposits of both of their heavy orgasms.

   "Sure why not?" She chided herself internally.  "You may as well; it's
not like you can do less damage now." The devil on her shoulder suggested
as Charlene reached out for David's manhood, now lost to her darker needs
once more and with all the intention of making sure her little boy didn't
leave her bed so messy.  "At the very least, it'll get his mind off your
emotional masochism." She thought as she started to scoot down the bed to
take his dripping cock back into her mouth.

   "Isn't this what got us here to begin with this morning?" David joked as
he lay back, resting his head in his hands and watching Charlene brush the
tangled train wreck that had become her fiery red hair away from her face
and sink his shaft back into her mouth.  His tone of voice seemed cocky and
sure of itself.  A deep satisfied groan grumbled through her lips as she
slid them up and down his shaft, suckling the sweet salty breakfast that
her vagina had abandoned on him with lewd slurps.

   "Fuck..." David groaned as he stared down his body at his mother's
bobbing head.  Her tangled red hair drifted down over hear forehead as she
gulped and suckled him and he reached out to brush it back behind her ear,
clearly enjoying the spectacle laid out before him.  She stared back up at
him, crooking her eyebrow up to give her appearance the devilish
countenance of some well trained concubine.  David's head dropped back
against a pillow and drifted to the side.

   "Shit!" He suddenly exclaimed, forcing Charlene to rise up in fear, her
heart rising into her throat as though she might see everyone she ever knew
standing around her bed staring at her in awe struck disapproval and
hatred. David's eyes were fixed on her bedside alarm clock.  "I was
supposed to be at Phil's house half an hour ago!" David explained as he
began to scramble from the bed.  Charlene's look was immediately one of
shunned disappointment as she remained in the midst of the tossed about
mess of linen on her mattress, staring at the spot where David had been
wondering for a single moment what could possibly be taking him from her so
suddenly.  Her son stared back down at her, realizing her confusion. 
"Remember?  Phil?  Snowboarding?" He explained.

   Shattering Charlene's befuddled sense of rejection came the distinct
memory of the trip David was so adamant to leave for.  It had after all,
been all he had talked about for over a month.  David's friend Phil was a
soldier with no remaining immediate family and on his only leave from his
first deployment, had made arrangements with David to take a weeklong trip
into the Adirondack Mountains to propel themselves down glassy sheets of
snow at insane speed for the pure enjoyment of it.  Of all of David's
testosterone fueled athletic enjoyments, snowboarding was the activity that
his mother least understood and approved of even less.  At the age of 15 he
had attempted it for the first time on a school ski trip and had returned
to her with a leg broken in two places.  Had it not been for the waiver she
had personally signed on his behalf, Charlene still felt certain the school
would have faced a law suit driven solely out of a temporary maternal rage.
Despite the outcome however David insisted that all he wanted for Christmas
that year was his own snow board.  Of all the things anyone could admire
about her son, he never gave up on anything in his life.

   "I remember." She finally replied as she watched David vanish from her
own room.  Down the hall she heard the splash of water collide from the
shower nozzle with the tile floor.  Shakily, she draped her unsteady legs
over the edge of her bed and stood up.  The cool dribble of spent ejaculate
left inside her seeped out and dripped against her inner thigh.  Without
thinking she ran her hand between her legs and collected it before running
her fingers along her mouth, closing her lips over them in shivering
appreciation.  "God what's the matter with me?" She whispered as she
reached for her robe and drew it tightly over her body as if to hide the
shame of her nudity and vulgarity from eyes that were no longer present to
stare at her.

   David's vague outline was easily visible through the shower curtain as
Charlene entered the bathroom in time to see him lathering his penis to
cleanse it of the sticky evidence of their sex.  He looked up, taking
notice of her presence but continued to wash himself in silence.

   "David..." Charlene began.  The doubt had returned; the hampering
feeling of wrong doing and fear.  David looked up at her again and this
time held notice of her.  "David we need to talk about this.  And..." Her
voice trailed off as the realization of what had to be said hit her with a
measurable despair.  "And I don't think we should...  be together again
until we do." She finally finished.  She wanted to run from the room; run
from the truth but most of all run from the idea that if they did discuss
what they had done and decided it wasn't a good idea to continue that it
would never happen again.  For all her pain and self loathing at the
prospect of being so sick as to corrupt her son's sexuality, Charlene had
never known the kind of pleasure that she had permitted with him.  The
water suddenly turned off and David pulled the shower curtain aside, the
water rippling down his adolescent muscles.  He stared at her quietly with
no identifiable emotion on his face.  Not knowing what he was thinking was
bringing Charlene close to madness.  "I mean...  not now obviously.  When
you come home." She added as if to alleviate any thought David might have
that he would be any later than he was going to be.

   "I know not now Mom." He stated with a smile.  "If that's what you
want." He nodded as he stepped out and began to towel off.

   "I think it's the most sensible thing to do." Charlene answered, trying
to seem confident in her decision but finding the idea ridiculous since the
idea of the sensible and appropriate no longer appeared to apply to their
relationship.

   "Look I...  I have no idea what the hell this is between us." He began.
"If someone had told me that this would happen well..." He shrugged
silently conveying that he wouldn't have believed it.  "I know I don't want
it to stop." He added putting extra emphasis on his wishes.  "But I don't
even really have my head wrapped around how it started.  One minute I'm
happier than I ever have been and the next..." His voice halted as he
searched for the words to explain.

   "Sheer panic." Charlene finished.  David nodded in agreement.

   "You can't imagine what was going through my mind before I fell asleep
last night." He told her as he ran the towel over his cock, magnificent
even in its flaccid state.  Charlene wondered how he had ever grown up in
her presence without her noticing it even by accident.  A rush of heat
spread through her body that she fought to ignore, knowing full well that
had he asked it of her, she would have sank to her knees in front of him.

   "How did it get so fucked up?" She wondered behind the solemn face of a
mother trying to do what was closest to the right thing anymore.

   "So yeah, I agree.  Let's take this week, think this over and when I
come home we'll talk about it." He decided.

   "Good." Charlene agreed.

   "A week." She thought as David stepped past her after leaning in and
kissing her cheek softly before proceeding to his room down the hall to
dress.  He seemed to have shut part of himself down, trying forcefully to
react as a son.  It made Charlene uncomfortable.  "How the hell am I going
to last a week?!" She wondered as she looked over to her side at the fogged
up bathroom mirror.  She wiped the condensation away to reveal her
reflection.  The woman that stared back looked like a stranger.  Whether
that was for better or worse remained to be seen.

   David collected his bags and Charlene walked him to the door.

   "I'll be back Friday." He reminded her but it sounded more like
reassurance.  His face was calm and smiling at her warmly, like a husband
would have seemed before leaving for a routine business trip.  As he turned
from her to grasp the doorknob, Charlene reached out to collect his face in
her hands, colliding her mouth against his as if to remind him of the thing
between them that he had to come home to.  The kiss was less than she felt
brave enough to offer but more than a mother would ever give.  Finally
breaking away, she smiled back at him, running her hand over his course
facial hair with a scowl.

   "Make sure you shave.  You're too young to wear a beard." She appraised
him, back in mother mode.  "Please be careful." She added before kissing
him again briefly and allowing him to walk out the door and with him any
sense of peace she would feel for seven days.  She stared out the living
room window until his car peeled away, skidding only a moment on the ice
that had formed on the road in the night before turning back around to her
empty home.  Without really knowing why, Charlene immediately made her way
back upstairs and discarded her robe.  Rifling through her closet, she
selected clothes to wear for her morning run and then slipped her shoes on.


   As she made her way down the stairs into her foyer, she made a quick
detour to the living room and grabbed her purse.  Seven days wasn't likely
to pass quickly without someone to talk to and she knew it.  Rummaging
until she found her iphone, she stroked the screen to life and selected her
contacts list, scanning through until Samantha's name came into view. 
Charlene hesitantly clicked the text message icon beside it.

   Her fingers danced around the electronic keyboard.

   Her pulse had quickened noticeably and it seemed forever to complete the
seven simple key entries.  Pausing for a moment, Charlene took a deep
breath as she held her thumb over the glowing green send icon, knowing all
too well the flood gate she was about to unleash.  Abandoning her last bit
of common sense she finally tapped down and watched the icon that meant the
message was going through circle around tauntingly before vanishing, and
with it, Charlene's last hope of keeping her deeds to herself.  She stared
down at the phone until the backlight faded and the screen blinked off
altogether.  In truth, Charlene was amazed no series of frenzied replies
had already prompted the cell to chime without end.  Never the less as she
held it in her hand it sat motionless and silent.  Shrugging her shoulders
in dismissal, she finally tossed it back into her purse, threw her arms
into her jacket and stepped outside her front door into the harsh winter
morning to escape in the indulgence of the only thing in her day that was
likely to feel normal.

   The street was near silent with only one car passing her house as she
moved down her driveway towards the snowy pavement.  The familiar face of a
neighbor behind it's wheel shot her a wave as he passed and she smiled
superficially in reply.  Charlene appraised the conditions carefully as she
pulled her heart monitor out of her shorts and strapped it over her wrist.
Lately, the plows that moved through the neighborhood had done a lousy job
of clearing the streets and she had avoided them for safety reasons,
favoring instead the long stretch of hand shoveled sidewalk that she and
the neighbors maintained throughout New York's blustery winters.  This
morning however the road seemed passable enough and she shot off into a run
opposite the direction the car had come from.

   This was her time.  Running had become Charlene's escape from life many
years ago when a friend had suggested fitness as a means to vent stress. 
No matter what was going on in her world, the road had always been there.
Its black surface had always stared up at her with no judgment and no
opinions.  Some people drank and others smoked.  Others had even more self
destructive habits that they validated as their way to escape life and find
a moments peace.  Charlene ran.  Her quick pace rounded her through miles
of interconnected housing developments.  The houses around her, white and
silent went by in a steady blur of peripheral vision as she focused ahead.
Her mind was quiet and her heart steady.  Her toned legs confidently beat
the toes of her tennis shoes into the thin crunch of thin snow beneath
them. Her red hair trailed behind her as she glided forward.  She rarely
tied it up when she ran, favoring instead to let the wind catch it and cool
her head.  Despite the whipping arctic wind in the air, Charlene's exposed
skin glistened in the late morning sunlight, heavy with all the grimy
saturation a good workout had to offer.  She slowed to a walk, as she
approached her home again, breathing in heavily the icy air around her as
she cocked her wrist upward and stared at the heart monitor to evaluate her
rapid pulse.  She groaned in spite of herself.  It had been a Christmas
gift from David the previous year, and now it had become a reminder that
when she opened her front door he wouldn't be home and as yet, things
remained far less resolved than she would have liked.  The escape was over.
She looked back at the road and silently thanked it for the hour of relief
it had once again given her.

   Charlene's porch was a treacherous sheet of ice under her feet as she
dug her house key out of her windbreaker and slid it into the deadbolt. 
Silently, she made a mental note to salt the porch as she eagerly pushed
the door open and collapsed her back against it once inside to shut out the
chill which had already begun to sap the energy from her as the heat of her
body dwindled.  Not sooner than she had crossed the foyer and into the
kitchen and no later than she had freed one arm from her jacket came the
familiar chime of her phone, distant though it was in the next room and
buried in the clutter of her handbag.  Charlene hoped to find her son's
name as a text or even a missed call, but she knew it wasn't realistic.  By
then David was close to being on a mountainside with Phil, flying
moronically down a black diamond on a ridged piece of fiberglass. 
Clumsily, she dug her hand into the purse until it found her phone and she
tapped the screen as she patted her forehead dry with a kitchen towel.

   "Good lord!" Charlene exclaimed aloud as her eyes widened to absorb the
sight of multiple texts and no less than a dozen missed calls, all bearing
Samantha's name beside them.  Unwillingly, Charlene tapped open the texts
to read them.









   Read the last of the messages.  Each seemed to be raising their voice at
Charlene as she silently read them over.  Switching back to the missed
calls, she laughed a little at Samantha's persistence.  Each was not more
than three minutes in separation from the next.  Before she could tap one
to reply to however the phone roared to life again with Sam's name above
the incoming call icon.  Charlene breathed a short laugh and answered.

   "Hello?" She chimed merrily as if to make light of an onslaught of
incoming frustration.

   "Hello my ass!  Where have you been?  I've called you a hundred times!"
Samantha replied with an exasperated tone.  If words could take form and
reach through the phone, Charlene felt certain she would be on the floor
with Samantha's hands at her throat.

   "I noticed.  I went out for a run." She replied.  Her friend let out a
noticeably lengthy huff of air that crackled in Charlene's receiver.

   "My understanding of how you can do that when it's negative ten degrees
outside aside, you can't drop a bomb like that on me and then just...  not
be there!" Samantha scolded.

   "I'm sorry I..." Charlene began.

   "Yeah yeah yeah..." Samantha interrupted, obviously in no mood to dwell
on it further.  "Now what do you mean did it?"

   Charlene's voice stalled out in her throat.  It was as though the next
words that were going to come from her mouth weren't supposed to belong to
her.  Swallowing hard to compose herself she finally broke the pause.

   "I...  David and I...  we made love last night." She replied so quietly
she expected her friend to ask her to speak up and repeat herself.  The air
on the other end of the phone however was uncomfortably silent for several
seconds.

   "I'm coming over." Samantha answered at last.

   "Sam I just got back in; I need a shower and..." Charlene began.  It was
true, but she had to admit the excuse she was trying to formulate was a
distant second to her lack of desire to get into the gritty details she was
certain Samantha would demand before she had provided herself ample time
enough to sort them out for herself.

   "Leave your door unlocked.  I'm already getting in my car." Samantha
replied in dismissal.  True to her words, Charlene vaguely swore she heard
the sound of an engine turning over in the background before the line
curtly went dead.  Charlene took the phone from her ear and scanned her
eyes across the 'call ended' status screen that had appeared.  With a wary
eye, she stared up the street through the living room window, almost
certain to see Samantha's red Mitsubishi Eclipse tearing towards her house
with a contrail of scattered snow and burnt rubber trailing behind it in
close pursuit.

   Deciding that she would deal with Samantha when that time came, Charlene
turned on her heals and walked back upstairs to the bathroom.  The sink top
and mirror were still damp with the heat of David's shower.  Charlene
kicked her shoes off as she pulled the nozzle against the tile wall.  The
shower head spattered with complaint as it forced hot water through the
cold pipes in the walls before unleashing its torrent.  Undressing,
Charlene ignored the bathroom mirror and any opportunity to see her sinful
side stare back at her.

   The water sizzled against her flesh as she stepped into the tub and
pulled the curtain closed after her.  The temperature was hotter than she
preferred.  It was David's usual custom to boil his skin from his bones
when he bathed.  Charlene had grown accustomed over the years to adjusting
the temperature down a bit before stepping in after he had occupied the
bathroom first.  With everything on her mind however, she had simply
forgotten this time and quickly reached down to turn the chrome dial before
she cooked like a lobster.  Once she was more comfortable, she reached
towards her lavender body wash but paused as her hand stilled in front of
David's blue and black bottle of Axe Phoenix.  Not knowing why, she grabbed
it instead and squeezed a liberal amount onto her bath sponge.  The entire
room filled with her son's scent as she ran the soap over her skin slowly,
closing her eyes and selfishly envisioning him against her.  The aroma
triggered torrid images of his mouth along her body and the feel of him
harshly penetrating her.  Her mind drifted into the dangerous place it had
come from again as she imagined him pulling her down to his waiting
gorgeous body laying in the bathtub; his erect cock sinking up into her as
she straddled him and the hot water cascading down her back.  Charlene's
legs trembled unsteadily at the thought.

   "It's going to be a long damn week." She whispered to herself.

   Opening her eyes, she shook the fantasy off like a cold chill and
proceeded to finish washing off as quickly as possible.  Grabbing her hair
in her fingers, she rounded it under her nose and decided that there was no
need to wash it and turned towards the showerhead to rinse the sponge clean
of the musky masculine soap before shutting the water off altogether and
stepping out into the steamy haze of the bathroom.  After patting her plush
towel over her skin, she wrapped it around her slender body and then pulled
her hair back into a pony tail with a brown scrunchie she kept by the sink
and walked back down the hall into her bedroom and opened the door to her
spacious walk-in closet.

   "Feel better?" A voice chimed unexpectedly from behind her.  Charlene's
heart leapt into her throat as she jumped nearly a foot into the air. 
Whipping around so fast the towel spread open and nearly fell from her
body, she stared at her bed where Samantha lay on her side smiling at her.

   "Jesus Christ, Sam!" Charlene groaned as she placed her hand against her
chest to quell her racing heart from breaking through the skin.  "I didn't
see you there.  You scared the crap out of me." She whispered and regarded
her friend with an unkind look.  Samantha simply beamed back at her.  It
was at that moment that Charlene took notice of the pile of linen next to
her bed and saw that her best friend was lying on a bare mattress.

   "Did you strip my bed for me?" Charlene asked a little befuddled. 
Samantha laughed and looked around her.

   "Three out of four pillows on the floor, the mattress sheet hanging on
by a corner, the rest all crumpled up and erratic in the bottom corner of
the bed; sweetie I'd say you did a good enough job stripping it yourself."
She chided with a playful grin.  Charlene again regarded her friend with a
less than pleasant countenance as she shook her head and pulled the
haphazard towel off of her moist skin to return to her closet for a change
of clothes.  She wasn't sure why but she felt awkwardly certain that
Samantha was staring at her harder now that she was naked.

   "So was there something wrong with the couch downstairs?" Charlene
complained aloud, evidently still flustered by the shock of her friends
intrusion into her bedroom as she tugged a sweater over her head.

   "Scene of the crime; how could a girl resist?" Samantha explained as she
ran her hand over the mattress like she was touching a luxurious fur rug.

   "Thank you." Charlene turned and scolded.  "As if I don't feel enough
like a horrible person, let's just get a criminal shot in there." She added
before turning to her dresser to fish out a pair of comfortable jeans.

   "Oh please.  You know I didn't mean it like that.  It's a figure of
speech." Samantha justified.

   "It was a shitty choice of words is what it was Sam." Charlene replied
without an upward glance as she stepped her feet one after the other into
the pants and tugged them over her shapely hips.

   "You know, if you are planning on anyone else coming over today you
might want to spray some Febreze in here.  I could smell your room from the
base of the stairs Char." Samantha went on, oblivious to Charlene's
disgruntled reactions.  Her friend pretended to ignore her as she dug
through another drawer for socks.  "...  Smells like a whorehouse."
Samantha added jokingly, causing Charlene to whip her head in her direction
with a ferocious stare that silenced and stilled Sam's playful taunts and
demeanor.

   "Why did I text you again?" Charlene asked rhetorically.  Samantha
popped off the bed and walked over to her, wrapping her arms around
Charlene's body and pulling her into a tight hug.

   "Because you need a friend and I'm just being an ass.  I'm sorry.  I'm
just a little excited to hear about this and I'm being sarcastic." She
answered before letting Charlene go.  Her attitude had noticeably changed
back to something less obnoxious.

   "No I'm sorry." Charlene sighed.  "I'm just...  I don't know what I am
Sam." Charlene rubbed her forehead in her hands before looking back up at
her friends with a weak smile.  "You want some coffee?" She suggested,
trying to see if it was possible to take the mood of the conversation in a
different direction.

   "I brought wine." Sam piped up with a smile.

   "Sam, it's 11:30 in the morning." Charlene observed after glancing at
her alarm clock.  Her heart sank in her chest.  "Stupid clock.  Thanks to
you I'm alone for a week." She thought and smiled at her own silliness to
blame a clock for the fact that it would be seven whole days until she
could reach some measure of understanding with David or at least some
measure of closure depending on the direction their decisions lead them. 
Samantha grabbed her by the wrist and began pulling her out into the hall.

   "Fine.  You talk and I'll drink." She stated flatly, leading Charlene
down the stairs and into her living room where she tossed her haphazardly
onto the couch and crashed beside her.  "Crap!  Wine!  Sorry my head's in a
million places right now." She scoffed as she bounced off the couch and
crossed the room to her obscenely large purse and produced a bottle of
merlot that despite the handbags size, Charlene found it odd that it should
fit inside.  "Glasses?" Sam asked while making her way into the kitchen. 
Charlene shook her head in amusement.

   "Top left, lush." She replied without looking up.  A minute later
Samantha came bounding back into the living room with the uncorked bottle
and two wine glasses.

   "Brought you one too in case you change your mind." Her voice rang as
she got comfortable in the corner of the sofa.  Charlene simply shook her
head in the negative but Samantha hardly noticed as she was already pouring
a generous helping for herself.  After sipping down a quarter of the glass
in a single attempt, she finally set it down on Charlene's oak coffee table
and stared back with her full attention.

   "So..." Sam began.

   "Yeah..." Charlene sighed, her eyes drifting to the floor that had no
more ability to judge her than the road before and yet she still felt like
there may have been some way that everything in the house had eyes to what
she had done.  "If these walls could talk, I'd be in jail." She thought to
herself.

   "Oh come on!" Samantha urged impatiently with a rousing shake against
Charlene's thigh.  "You can't not tell me what happened." Her voice was
nearly whining.

   "I told you already.  I did it." Charlene answered, knowing full well
her companion would in no way be satisfied to leave it at that.  She looked
up from the rug at Samantha's annoyed face.  "What?  What am I supposed to
say?  I fucked my own son, I'm a terrible mother and an even worse person
and, and..." Her voice trailed off.  She might have begun to cry again if
her eyes hadn't already had enough recent exercise.

   "Did it go...  badly?" Sam asked, leaning in with genuine concern on her
face.  Charlene couldn't help it; the explosion of laughter that erupted
from her lips was hearty and almost maniacal.  Sam crooked an eyebrow up at
her hysterical friend in bewilderment, but allowed Charlene to purge the
distressed emotion in whatever manner she needed to until she calmed down
again.

   "Badly..." She repeated.  "It was the most incredible thing I have ever
experienced." She confessed in a faint whisper and then returned her eyes
to the floor.  Charlene nearly expected Sam's arms to come flying around
her again and a torrent of personal questions and demands for all the slimy
details to ensue.  Samantha however remained quite still with a noticeable
measure of attempted control and simply looked back at her friend so calmly
Charlene felt like she was lying on a psychiatrist's sofa.

   "Do you want to talk about it?" She finally asked before grasping her
wine glass again and taking another copious swallow.

   "I wouldn't know how to start." Charlene confessed.  Once again the
memories of her actions came back to her vividly only now they were a
jumble; out of order and one piling into the other in a heap of crazed
emotional distress.

   "Just, start at the beginning.  How it stared...  and go from there if
you want to.  I'll just listen." She promised.  Her voice felt comforting.
Charlene situated herself more comfortably on the sofa facing Samantha and
began to recall the events of the previous day as she remembered them.  Her
friend sat attentively next to her, staying quiet as promised.  Charlene
felt if hard to look her in the eye as she described making love to David;
the passion despite the shame.  The overwhelming fulfillment coupled with
the turmoil of her ethics.  Despite the tingling intensity of her
recollections, the blend of sin and perfect contentment still battled for
dominance inside her.  Not until she had finished filling Sam in on the
events that ended the night before did she take a break in the tale long
enough for her confidant to feel comfortable interjecting.

   "And...  what?  All that happened and this morning he just left you to
go skiing?" Samantha asked.  Her voice sounded irritated as though she was
supporting Charlene in some unsaid disapproval that David would throw his
mother a 'hit it and quit it'.

   "Snowboarding." She corrected before shaking her head.  "And no... 
actually I'm not finished." She added to the wide eyed disbelief of
Samantha who sat back in her place on the couch and prepared herself for
the story to continue.  Taking a deep breath, Charlene went on to explain
what had taken place after she awakened next to David; how she had been
unable to control her impulses and what it had lead to as well as the
justifiable cause of David's abrupt departure.  This time Samantha's
calmness steadily dissolved into obvious excitement.  She fidgeted in place
as though bursting to interrupt but remained, much to Charlene's relief,
quiet and attentive as she let her finish.

   "So you see...  it's not like he just bailed on me." Charlene defended
David.  "He'd been planning this trip for a while and..."

   Samantha held a hand up in dismissal, having taken a new stance on
David's vanishing act than her previous assumption.  Charlene sat quietly,
awaiting a more outrageous reaction from her friend.  Samantha simply
grabbed the bottle of wine and filled both glasses and handed one to
Charlene despite her earlier refusal.

   "Here's to the two of you." She stated happily as she tapped her glass
against Charlene's and tossed more merlot down her throat before setting
hers down on the table again.  "I am so jealous I can't begin." She beamed.


   "Sam seriously." Charlene chided, setting her glass down on the table
without any interest.  "You're acting like a just told you I was engaged. I
don't even know if this is going to continue.  It shouldn't right?  It
can't!"

   "Why not?" Sam asked.  "Who knows?  I mean aside from me of course and
it's not like I would ever tell anyone." She added.  Her voice had returned
to some of its earlier giddiness.

   "It's insane!" Charlene shouted outrageously.  "Forgetting the moral
reasons if I can for a moment, what can I possibly hope to expect from this
in the future.  David is 18 years old.  He's going to college soon;
obviously he'll eventually meet someone..." She rambled.

   "Oh so that's what this is about." Samantha interrupted.  "You are
afraid of being replaced."

   "What?  No!  I'm simply saying that even if I could come to a point
where my guilt wasn't in the way anymore sooner or later..."

   "Hang on right there." Samantha interrupted again.  "What's stopping
you?"

   "What do you mean?" Charlene replied, taken out of her rant in
confusion.

   "What's stopping you from coming to that point?  The one where your
guilt isn't in the way anymore." Sam asked.

   "David and I haven't talked and..." Charlene tried to explain.

   "Exactly.  You two haven't talked.  And you need to talk to each other
before you can make all these assumptions and conclusions Char.  Otherwise,
David is going to come home in seven days and you will have worked yourself
up into such a frenzy asking yourself these questions that you have no
answers to and you will have already made the decision to end a wonderful
thing without him and he's going to resent you for that." Samantha
cautioned with a stern tone.  Charlene sat blankly looking at her friend
who had just made a surprising amount of sense.

   "You have to calm down Char.  I swear I will never underestimate your
uncanny ability to over think yourself into a heart attack and it's always
led you into making choices you wished later you could unmake; for as long
as I've known you.  You have to take this week to remember what was so
incredible about being with him or you're just going to make a rash choice
alone." She added, reaching for Charlene's wine glass again and planting it
in her friend's hand.  Charlene looked down at the burgundy merlot for a
long moment, letting Sam's advice sink in before shrugging her shoulders
and placing the glass to her lips.  It went down easy with a warm embrace
that soothed the tension that had formed throughout her body.

   "It was...  absolutely incredible." She finally said with a longing tone
of voice.

   "I'll say." Her friend chimed with a ear to ear smile.  "My panties are
like the inner wall of the Hoover fucking dam!" She added breaking into
delirious laughter as she collapsed back onto her back along the sofa like
a child at a sleep over talking about boys.  If Charlene hadn't known
better, she could easily have envisioned pajamas and a pillow fight in her
future.  "What?" Samantha asked, appraising Charlene's look of stand offish
amusement.  "I'm telling you I'm jealous.  The way you described being with
him was the hottest shit I've heard in forever!  I swear if I had half of
your bravery..." Her voice trailed off as she bit her lip seductively and
grinned.

   "Glad I could entertain you." Charlene sighed.  "Seriously Sam, am I
crazy?"

   "Certifiably." Samantha answered happily before finishing her glass and
setting it back down.  "But I guess that means they'd have to lock us both
up and I for one think you are the luckiest girl alive." She declared to
Charlene's puzzlement.  "I have fantasies about my son so hot they keep me
awake at night and you actually got to know what it's like.  Twice!  You
said that you had never felt so fulfilled.  If that's crazy hand me a
straight jacket cause I'll take it." She affirmed with a finality of
thought that indicated she wouldn't likely have anything negative to say on
the matter.

   "It's terrifying." Charlene whispered.

   "The best things in life usually always are at first." Sam replied.

   to be continued....
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