Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Title: Helpless Sins Ch.03


Summary: Absence Makes the Loins go Mad.


Keywords: inc,fic,romance



   Part 3: Absence Makes the Loins go Mad

   "Oh God.  Not again." Charlene grumbled in disgrace as the rays of
morning light stabbed between her eyelids that seemed less than willing to
completely open.  Her hand, still buried in her underwear, felt overly warm
and betrayed the moisture between her thighs as she rubbed her slick
fingertips together.  For the third morning in a row since her son David
had left her house, she had awakened from torrid dreams of their incestuous
revelations to the realization that her body had demanded more than
unconscious recollection in her dreams.  Her clitoris still pulsed with the
stimulation she had only just abandoned upon waking and the sensation
coursed through her body with a terrible need to culminate in climax.

   In the dawning moments of consciousness, the visions of her dreams; that
of her son between her over eagerly parted legs, sinking his blessed
manhood into her sex over and over, still felt as real as the room around
her was becoming and without much care to invite reality too early,
Charlene sank her fingers back where her body needed them still.  The
renewed splendor of penetration sent her ecstasy into sharper relief and
she rolled over onto her back, pulling one of her shapely legs up under her
other arm to make her labors easier.  Her breathing began to rasp as her
hand darted between her legs with its own will, sending her fingertips into
her shuddering wetness with decadent enthusiasm.

   "God baby, harder..." She whispered, already half way back into the
dream of David's cock sinking in and out of her, his own mother, the
depraved whore such as she had become for him, longing to fulfill a need
that seemed now rather boundless.  Despite her shame she craved his body
against hers, but the protection that her solitude provided allowed her to
continue without much reflection on morality.  The lust had once again
taken control, replacing Charlene's higher reasoning with the carnal needs
that she fought daily now to restrict within herself.  What had begun to
trouble her most however, was the fact that each time she submitted to her
furtive lusts, her body seemed to require more to satiate its appetite. 
Her fingers felt inadequate, measured against the memory of David's cock
filling her as no man's had before.  Charlene dropped her leg alongside the
other, the burning in her core demanding more to be quenched.

   "This has gotten out of hand!" She thought with aggravation, but too
much had been done for her loins to allow her to stop now.  Charlene rolled
to her side, reaching desperately for her night stand as the beast within
her screamed like a starving wolf at the moon.  The drawer yanked open too
easily, nearly spilling its contents onto the carpet beside her bed as
Charlene grasped and discarded a book and her reading glasses case before
her fingers wrapped around the shaft of the phallic instrument of pleasure
that she hoped desperately would calm the storm in her loins.  With
trembling hands she twisted the base switch until the toy vibrated to life
on its most forceful setting.  She stared at it a moment, singing its
rhythmic song in her hands, wishing for a moment that if she were to slide
it into her mouth it would bear the flavor of her son's salty skin.

   Rolling over again, she penetrated herself before she was even settled,
her inner walls pulsing with the dildo's playful dance.  Harshly she worked
it in and out, grunting lewdly and without care as she imagined again being
taken with the tremendous force she now only imagined her son inflicting on
her.  Her eyes had slammed shut, replacing her surroundings with the
fantasy of David's hands pinning her knees back against her heavy breasts.
She could see him, beautiful and young, thrusting his hips forward until
every inch of his penis vanished between her sensitive labia.  He was
strong; his eyes determined.  She was his again; damn all her inner
resistance, she would forever be his as long as he was inside her.  She
could decide if she hated herself for it later.

   Charlene gasped out incoherently, the sound of her whispers and moans
accompanies only by the low dull buzz of her toy and the coaxed juiciness
seeping from her womb.  The images in her mind altered, taking her body
involuntarily with them.  Without a care for the effort of it, Charlene
rolled over onto her stomach, panting into her pillow as she raised her
bottom up.  The blanket slid from her body exposing her thong clad sex to
the ceiling before she tore the saturated underwear down the back of her
thighs and sank the toy back inside her inconsolable vagina from behind.

   "Fuck yes!" Charlene screamed as she crammed it forcefully against her
g-spot.  A flash of how obscene she had to look occurred to her in that
desperate moment of sexual need and weakness; ass in the air and one hand
reached around to penetrate herself as though David himself were in her bed
where she needed him, grasping her waist, calling her his and taking her
for his pleasure.

   "David...  David!" She groaned repetitively as she relentlessly besieged
her swollen vagina to batter against the spot that promised absolute
release.

   "God David, fuck me to death!  I'm cumming!" Charlene screamed as her
muscles tightened around the toy in jarring grips before dispensing a
spastic feminine ejaculation that brought her slumping down flat against
her belly once more.  Her hand released the toy in exhaustion and it
continued to pulsate, unguided in the depths of her quivering wetness.  The
climax had overpowered her to the brink of exhaustion.  It felt without end
of depth and relentlessness as it tore through her body with a tsunami of
breath stealing pleasure.  Even when, after some time, the toy buzzed its
way free of her body and danced in the wet spot left on her sheets between
her trembling thighs, Charlene made no dare to move and disrupt the ebb and
flow of internal bliss that frenzied through her nerves.  Only until the
moment had fully passed, and the fantasy fully faded away; only when the
buzzing phallus had begun to annoyingly knock against the side of her knee
did she roll to her side, turn it off and toss it off the bed before
letting her composure return to her enough to competently sit up and scoot
her underwear back up her hips.  The coolness of her own moisture on the
fabric, long removed from her body to freely interact with the chilly air
of the room, pressed against her clitoris and sent one last lingering
current through her core.

   The beast within was silent now, asleep until her immoral cravings
awakened it again.  Its less pleasant counterpart took its place in her
thoughts, riddling Charlene with guilt and indignity as she reluctantly
stood up and moved towards her dresser, in her daily mindless routine to
select attire in which to exercise.  With self disgust she pulled the
tainted thong back off again and helplessly rubbed it against her vagina,
only slightly less than horrified at how much of her dampness had smeared
across it before tossing the garment in her laundry basket and slipping a
fresh pair back up her legs.  After donning a pair of her insulated black
running pants and a purple tank top, Charlene turned to face the disarray
that she had once again made of her bed.  Her pillows were scattered and
the thick down comforter had been kicked into one corner of the mattress
and lay half on the floor.  In the center of the linen, like a testament to
her corruption was the large dark stain the size of a dinner plate and
several scattered smears of saturation that her toy had done the honor of
dribbling around her bed before she had found the ability to move and shut
it off.  With a sigh that felt too heavy for her own lungs, Charlene
grabbed at a corner of the bedding to peel it free of the mattress and add
it to her inundated thong in the laundry before she stopped short, staring
at the clutter like it was a task far larger than it really was.

   "Screw it." She huffed and let loose of the fabric in frustration.  Her
mind was in too many places to play the domesticated woman and she crossed
her room around her bed, promising herself that she'd take care of it after
a hard run and a well earned shower.  As she flung her curtains open
however, all good intentions dissolved to the depressing sight of snow
falling so thick, Charlene had to squint through it to make out the house
across the street.  What should have been a view of the road below her was
masqueraded in thick sparkling white.  The distinction between elevation of
the street and the shouldering curbs was gone and the more she stared,
Charlene felt certain it had been surpassed by several feet of frozen
precipitation.  Cars parked in their driveways were submerged to their side
mirrors and for all the chaos before her eyes, it was apparent that the
city snow plows had not even bothered to begin any attempt to start their
efforts in her neighborhood.

   "Punishment, right?" Charlene asked as she stared upward out the frosty
pane at her faceless and seemingly mocking creator concealed behind heavy
cloud cover, before slouching her shoulders in defeat and turning back
towards her dresser, kicking her running pants off as she moved and
flicking them with her foot onto her bed with the lump of musty sweet
smelling linen.  After sliding a heavy pair of sweatpants back on, she
snatched up the dildo from is discarded location on her rug.  It glistened
with the saturation of extended use, but rather than provide Charlene with
the smile of satisfaction that it had done its duty admirably, it had
become another token symbolizing her feelings of utter failure as a mother.
Hurriedly, she rounded the corner from her bed room, making her way to the
sink in her bathroom where she thrust the robotic phallus under hot running
water and began to wipe it clean with a hand towel with a mania an onlooker
might confuse with a person destroying evidence of some horrid crime.  When
the dildo once again had adopted all of the clean normalcy that a sex toy
possibly could, she walked back into her room, tossed it in her bedside
drawer amidst a clutter of condoms and ball point pens and slammed it shut
as though she couldn't have been happier to have it out of sight.

   The walk down the slender flight of stairs to her living room seemed to
Charlene to be a decent into Hell as she knew she would be unable to look
upon her sofa without vivid images of her son gripping his masculinity with
all the splendor of its engorged potential in a full color flashback of
what had started everything she now resented herself for.  Trying not to
look at its now innocent appearance, she sank into its soft cushions and
grabbed for the television remote, giving little notice to the growling in
her stomach begging for breakfast.  Her thumb tapped the channel control
rapidly as her eyes masterfully surveyed passing programs that, in the
blink of a second displayed nothing interesting to force her to linger
there.

   "Can't run; nothing on TV..." Charlene huffed with irritation.  "This
should be a fun day." She added as she rolled back off the couch, punched
in the numerals on the remote for the weather channel and walked into her
kitchen.

   "...an absolutely awful storm." A meteorologist's voice trailed off as
Charlene opened her refrigerator and dug around for a Tupperware container
filled with freshly chopped melon that she had cut up the night before.  As
she grabbed a fork out of another drawer and flipped the switch on her
coffee maker the television spoke again forcing her attention back towards
the living room.

   "If you're just joining us, we direct your attention to the north
eastern section of New York where something of a small blizzard is
consuming the North Country." The announcer chimed more merrily than such
circumstances deserved.  Charlene plopped back into the couch and began to
eat as she stared at the man on the screen who was wearing what, for all
Charlene could account, seemed to be a suit made out of motel drapes.  He
was circling his hand against the digital image of an enormous storm that
was sweeping over her area and worse, towards David's.  Instinctively she
set down her tub of melon and hunched over the arm of the couch, wiggling
her fingers into her handbag which was just out of reach to make it an
uncomfortable stretch until she found her phone.  Not bothering to settle
back into place first, she tapped the screen to life.  No icons stood out
indicating missed calls, texts or voicemails.  Charlene pulled herself back
up into place and once again eyed her television.  The animation being
displayed confirmed her fears.  A large dark purple oval that was presently
right on top of her town was being shown drifting towards the right and
resting comfortably over where her son was probably already racing down
white slopes with little intention of moving on after.

   "Crap..." Charlene cursed meagerly, and then smiled in spite of herself
as it occurred to her that her concern for David was the first thought she
had had about him all morning which hadn't panged her with guilt.  As soon
as the warmth of that simple pleasure was through her, her mind betrayed
its darker ambitions, replacing her maternal instinct with baser needs for
him to come home safely.  The animal in her loins grumbled in its sleep.

   "Put the phone down Charlene." She said to herself, and obeying her own
better sense she set it down in her lap and stared back at the television
without really taking into account what she was seeing before her.  Her
head was starting to swim with the prospect of his presence and the closure
it might bring them.  Her eyes settled back into her lap at the calm black
screen of her iphone which stared back as though flat out daring her to
pick it up.

   "No." She thought.  "Let him be.  You're a mess and he'll know it if you
call." As she set the phone back down on the arm of the couch drumming her
fingers against her hip in anxiety as she tried to concentrate on the
television.

   "And as you can see here on the DOPLAR, the storm system will continue
to gust down from Canada and into the northern and northeastern areas of
New York, bringing with it significant lake effect snow and high wind. 
Temperatures in the Adirondack areas are expected to drop into the low
teens and well into the negatives by evening with snow accumulation of five
feet or more by nine o'clock tonight.  Residents are advised to avoid
travel if and at all possible and certainly to avoid major highways after
7pm." The weather man reported as Charlene stared intently at the dark
purple highlight of the RADAR behind the reporter as it repeated it's
animation; resting finally over the precise area that her son was staying.
She glanced back down at her phone and back to the television.  Deciding
that a call from a concerned parent could be made to sound less needy than
she felt, Charlene picked her phone back up, highlighted her son's name in
her list and tapped it.  Her arm felt shaky as she tucked her hair behind
her ear and lifted the cell to it.

   "Relax." She exhaled as the ringtone chimed.  A mere several seconds of
rings felt like an eternity as she fidgeted deeper into her place on the
sofa.

   "Hi Mom." David's deep voice sounded in Charlene's ear as soon as the
line clicked over.  Hearing it sent a current through her body that was
anything but maternal.

   "Hi David.  I'm watching the news and the weather heading for your
area..." She began, her voice cracking so nervously that she felt like she
was back in middle school, calling a boy for the first time.  "Well... 
how's the weather out there anyhow?" She finished meekly.

   "How's the weather?  You did not just say that." She scolded herself,
cupping her forehead in her hand in silent embarrassment.  For all her
preconceived notions about how nervous she was, Charlene realized that
there wasn't going to be any way to escape the call without making a fool
of herself.  Fighting every urge to simply hang up and blame it on poor
signal, she pressed the phone against her ear more firmly and braced
herself for more of the same flutter her nerves would provide when her son
spoke to her again.

   "I imagine it's every bit as bad as the TV says it is." David replied
with a casual voice.  In the distance, Charlene heard many voices moving in
and out of her son's vicinity.  "We're all packed into the lodge right now
hoping for a break but it doesn't look like we're gonna get one." He added.

   "It's really coming down huh?  Same here.  In fact from what I'm seeing,
you haven't even gotten the worst of it yet." Charlene replied hopelessly.

   "Stop talking about the weather or get off the phone you moron!" Her
embarrassment shouted in her mind.  Charlene swallowed hard, searching into
the recesses of her memory for a time not long passed when having a simple
conversation with her son was still a relatively easy occurrence.

   "Terrific.  Well we were expecting as much.  It's already bad enough out
here that they won't let us on the slopes." David replied with defeat in
his tone.  The air on the phone went quiet between them as Charlene moved
her lips silently hoping with each passing second that the connection
between them would fail so that she could stop trying to think of something
to say.  "Is everything alright?  Did I lose you?" David asked, his voice
changing to one of concern.

   "No I'm fine here." Charlene lied.  "Actually I was more concerned about
you out there."

   "Well, we may have to take off earlier than expected so we don't get
snowed in here." David remarked before saying something under his breath to
someone close by him.  Charlene couldn't make it out and wasn't really
interested anyhow.  The simple idea that her son might have to return to
her early spread like a wave of warm hope that permeated all the
inappropriate areas her body had to offer.  She looked out the living room
window at the blizzard burying her mailbox and silently prayed that it
continue.

   "Oh.  Well of course if you need to come home..." She began but stopped
short, hearing the happiness in her voice that shouldn't have been there.
"That is to say, I don't want you getting stuck or worse; into an accident.
You scare the hell out of me whenever you take your car out in the snow to
begin with." She continued, feeling proud that she had managed to come
across at least in part, more like a mother than an optimistic girlfriend.
"You'll keep me posted right?"

   "Yeah of course." David answered through the crackle of failing
reception.

   "Is everything else alright?  Are you coming home in one piece?"
Charlene asked.  "How is Phil doing?  Everything ok there?" She asked,
hearing her words dissolve into a blather of disjointed nonsense.

   "Alright woman.  How about one question at a time before he doesn't want
to come home to your babbling ass at all?" She scolded herself
unremittingly, feeling more hopeless with each syllable that came out of
her mouth.

   "Um yeah, I'm fine.  Phil's fine; everything's fine.  Mom, are you sure
you're ok?" Her son replied.  Charlene silently cursed, knowing full well
what had prompted such a question.  She closed her eyes, breathing deeply
to regain composure.  Her heart was pounding in her chest and for all the
chill coming through the window next to her, she felt like she was steadily
becoming feverish.

   "I...  miss you." She finally said just above a whisper into the
receiver of her phone which felt heavier in her hand with each passing
second.  She wondered if David understood the context that her words were
meant to convey.  Gritting her teeth, Charlene waited for the reply to the
simple truth she had not intended to express when she had dialed him up.

   "I miss..." David began and then stopped short.  Charlene tore the phone
from her ear to check the call status on the phone, dreadfully fearful the
conversation had been dropped, before replacing it against her head.  "I
want to say I miss you too but..." He said, stopping again.  Charlene's
desperation peaked into verbal machine gun fire.

   "No!  I meant...  David I meant that I just miss you.  You know?  In a
'mom' way?  I wasn't trying to force anything.  I'm sorry.  I didn't want
to make you uncomfortable.  I didn't want..." She rambled with terror in
her tone.

   "You did it!" She chided herself.  "You pushed too fast and you've
freaked him out!  You freaked him out and nothing's going to ever be the
same!" Charlene ranted internally as she folded her knees up to bounce her
forehead off of.

   "Mom!  Give me a second ok?  I'm just not in the best place to...  just
hold on a second, ok?" David replied with exasperation.

   "Yeah." She whispered as a tear ran down her cheek.  She listened in the
phone at the scuffle of changing sounds and background noise for nearly an
eternal minute before her son returned.

   "You still there?" David asked.  The air around him had grown nearly
silent.

   "Yes." She answered; her voice still unable to rise above a whisper,
though she realized that he had relocated because it was he who could not
talk without ears all around to hear him.

   "I was going to say I miss you too..." David began again.  "But it
wasn't the right word." He finished, motivating Charlene to lift her head
from its drooped resting place against her knees.  "Mom I literally haven't
had a second to myself since I left where you weren't on my mind." He
concluded.  The panic that had so quickly consumed Charlene fled, replaced
by the flutter of a butterfly with A.D.D.  in her stomach.  "And I've gone
in and out of being so hot for you that I've nearly bailed on Phil a
hundred times, to staring at myself in the mirror, wondering what the hell
we've done." He finished.  Like a weight lifted, Charlene lay back on her
sofa smiling widely at the relieved burden of believing she was the only
one who felt so lost.  Despite any motherly desire that her son was away,
enjoying himself apart from the cares of life, there was a selfish
happiness in that perhaps, she was not the only one teetering on the brink
of madness.

   "David I'm a wreck." She confessed.  "Part of me wants to tell you how
sorry I am for this.  Another part..." She paused trying to decide whether
to finish the thought.  "...  Wants you home so I can tear your clothes
off." She admitted, deciding that she would probably communicate more
effectively if she abandoned the pretenses under which she had called.  The
truth felt better.

   "Hang on a second Mom." David replied.  The sudden silence on his end
was replaced with a flurry of muttered voices that Charlene couldn't
distinguish despite how intently she listened.  Each moment they weren't
talking felt like a tap of water between her eyes that was steadily robbing
her of her sanity.

   "Mom the resort is closing down completely on account of the storm cause
the weatherman said this isn't gonna let up for a couple of days.  Phil and
I just agreed that the fun's over.  I'm coming home." David sighed.

   "Really?!" Charlene gasped, before realizing that she probably sounded
too enthused about her son's misfortune.  "And when you get home we'll...
we'll talk right?" She added hopefully.

   "In this weather I might not be able to get home till late." David
answered.  Charlene grew suddenly worried, hoping that his words were more
a statement of fact and not an effort to postpone the inevitable.

   "I want to talk.  We need to talk David.  I have no problem staying up
as late as it takes." She answered, pleased at how resolute she seemed to
sound.

   "Then we'll talk." He affirmed back to her.  "Listen Mom, Phil and I
need to get our stuff loaded up in the cars and get out of here fast. 
We're not the only one's leaving and the road is gonna be bad enough
without a hundred people trying to get out of here."

   "Go sweetie." Charlene replied.  "I promise I'll still be up when you
get in and for the love of God, drive carefully."

   "Love you." David replied, and the line clicked dead leaving Charlene
feeling vacant in the hole his absence left behind.

   "I love you too David, so much." Charlene whispered as she pulled the
phone from her ear and stared outside again.  The snowflakes had grown
noticeably larger and tapped against the window pane like little white
pieces of cork.  Across the street and barely visible through a static of
white, neighbors were already scrambling out of their warm homes all
bundled up in thick coats and knit caps to shovel driveways and brush off
cars in the futile hope that it would make a difference.  Charlene had
lived in the north country too long not to know better and pulled the quilt
she kept over the back of her sofa down over her body and snuggled herself
more deeply against a throw pillow with little intention of moving until
necessity demanded it.

   She felt more at ease now, having bared her thoughts, if only in part,
to her son and felt more hopeful about her approach to their impending
conversation.  She laid still and warm, staring at the television without
much regard to the passing of commercials and the clockwork return of the
increasingly negative weather report.  Slowly, Charlene's eyes began to
close as the heavy sleep converged on her thoughts and ultimately silenced
them.

   Charlene lay on her bed, adorned in her favorite sheer nightgown as
David's body sank down upon hers gently.  His mouth took control of hers
with the soothing of all of a kiss's intended passion.  She could feel the
heat of his erection against her thigh before she parted her legs for him,
expressing without words what she desired most.  His lips never left hers
as he entered her saturated depths, the fullness of his cock expanding her
inner walls to entrench itself inside her.  Gently he began to take her,
the thrusts of his hips deep and powerful.  Charlene gave in; gave herself
to David without thought or care.  Desiring only to have him stay inside
her forever, she wrapped her thighs around his waist, locking her ankles
behind him.  She flexed her legs, tugging him into her as he pressed
forward.  Her groans of pleasure filled his mouth as her tongue moved past
his lips in search of its mate.  In that perfect moment, Charlene was a
lover to her son, careless of all inhibition.  Lustfully, she raked her
fingernails down his back until digging them into his young muscular
bottom. He took her at her unspoken word and began to penetrate her harder.
His lips broke from hers, gasping desperate moans of pleasure and she
became aware of the pulsing swell inside her womanhood indicating that he
was to fill her with his steaming warmth.  She wanted to cry out to him; to
tell him to climax and how much she craved the feel of his orgasm, but a
strange ringing began to pull her attention away.  She looked around her
bedroom, frantic to find its source.  It grew louder and more intrusive. 
David seemed to notice it to and pulled away from her.  Charlene reached
out to him but his presence had left her room and the ringing only grew
louder.

   Charlene woke with a start, wincing at the abrupt intrusion of light
against her alert eyes.  Her surroundings were as she had left them.  The
television was showing a car commercial and outside the living room window,
the heavy snowfall had not ceased as the reports had promised.  The only
break in the normalcy of her settings was her cell phone, buzzing and
ringing where she had left it on the arm of the sofa.  She snatched it up,
suddenly full of dread that it was David calling; that he had been in an
accident or worse.

   To a mixture of relief and annoyance, the touch screen glowed with
Samantha's name as the incoming call.  Charlene tapped it reluctantly.

   "Hey Sam." She said, still half asleep and as politely as she could,
given the reluctance to abandon what she had awoken from.

   "Char, great!  I need a favor." Samantha replied, forgetting the social
grace of a greeting of her own.

   "What's up?" Charlene replied, sitting up and grasping the TV remote to
mute the weatherman's faithful and continuous update.

   "The power over here has been flickering on and off a lot recently and
I'm really concerned for all the food I have in my freezer if we lose power
for good.  Do you have room in that spare icebox in your basement?"
Samantha enquired with an overly applied sweetness in her voice that she
only wore when she needed something really badly.

   "Yeah that's no problem, if you actually feel brave enough to drive over
in this in your car." Charlene answered.

   "Normally I wouldn't be caught dead trying." Samantha replied.  "I'm
really not worried about the normal stuff in the fridge.  That's easy
enough to replace, but if all this meat I have in the freezer dies I'm out
a few hundred bucks." She explained with obvious concern in her voice.

   "Well send me a text then when you're on your way and I'll come out and
give you a hand." Charlene answered as she pulled the quilt of her body
less than willingly, with the intention of getting off the couch.

   "No need; the cars already packed up and I'm heading out the door now.
Give me five minutes.  Char, you're the best!" The line clicked dead. 
Charlene shook her head in amusement.  Of all the things she could rely
upon in life, death and taxes paled in comparison to Samantha's uncanny
ability to rope Charlene into a plan with the assumption of her agreement.
Less than willingly, she peeled her lethargic body from its entrenched
place on her sofa, draped her warm quilt back over the rear of the couch
and rose to her feet on sleepy legs.  They carried her faithfully to her
hall closet where she stepped her feet into a pair of unlaced fur lined
boots and donned one of David's winter coats that he had left behind
without bothering to pull her hair out of the collar.  She caught a glimpse
of herself in the foyer mirror.  The jacket looked like she had stolen it
from a man twice her size and it wrapped more like a thick Gortex cocoon
around her body and hung around her shoulders like it was on a clothing
hanger three sizes too small.  Charlene tucked her face into one of its
lapels; it smelled like her son's musky cologne.  The beast within again
grumbled as it lay in her depths, dreaming and waiting to be reawakened.

   Much to Charlene's relief, before any further dwelling on her part
occurred; her attention was redirected to the pane of glass beside her
front door where up the street, a slowly moving and almost entirely snow
covered red car was trudging through the deep white winter wasteland
towards her house through what could no longer be recognized as a
neighborhood.  As she opened the front door, a blustery arctic gale struck
Charlene square in the face, immediately sapping away more warmth than her
body could replenish.  Stepping out off her front step she sank almost to
her hips and began making her way through the frozen swamp that her yard
had become to the street where Samantha was pulling up.  Her car crunched
to a halt and the engine died off as though relieved to be through an
ordeal.

   "I made it!" Samantha sprang from the driver's side, her hands held
aloft her head triumphantly and she began to dance in the heavy snow like a
victorious boxer after a grueling match.  "You're a life saver Char!" She
chimed, pointing at Charlene like she was a savior as she rounded her
vehicle in heavy high steps until she came at last to the shallow side of
her trunk where the snow was worn down by the force of her car.  "It's
really not that much I promise!" She added as she clicked her key fob,
popping the truck open to reveal four rather heavy looking brown paper bags
packed to the brim with sealed freezer bags.

   "It's fine Sam; I'm happy to help." Charlene assured her as she labored
to make her own way to the trunk where Samantha thankfully loaded both her
arms with one bag each before attempting to underarm two of her own and
coaxing the trunk shut with her elbow after several tries.  The walk back
felt treacherous as the pair tried to use the deep foot prints Charlene had
made on the way out.  After freezing nearly to death in several failed
attempts to work her front door open, she and Sam sighed in mutual
appreciation for the house's warmth.  Their shoes squeaked against
Charlene's polished hardwood foyer floor leaving wet dragging footprints as
they wound around the kitchen towards the basement.

   "So...  How are ya holding up?" Sam asked as they descended the creaky
wooden steps into the dark damp smelling lower floor.  Without warning,
excitement swelled out of Charlene's lips.

   "David called me not too long ago!" She chimed back, realizing that the
answer sounded more elated than she would have liked.  "The storm forced
the ski lodge to close and he's on his way home!"

   "In this?!" Samantha stammered, her voice cracking under the strain of
the load of paper bags she was hauling in her weakening arms.  "That's
insane!  It'll take him hours to get that car through the storm.  He'd be
better off finding a motel for the night." She grunted in relief as her
feet found the steadier cool concrete floor at the base of the stairs.

   "I know.  I'm worried about it too." Charlene admitted despite her
enthusiasm.  "But at least when he gets here we can talk and..." She huffed
as she set her load on the floor and panted away her racing heart beat. 
"...we can talk and get a handle on this." She concluded with one last
heavy breath before pulling open the lid of the storage cooler.  Samantha
plopped the remaining bags down beside Charlene's set and accounted her
friend cautiously.

   "Char..." She began nervously, clearly uncertain as how to approach her
next question.  "Say the two of you talk, and you convince each other that
continuing this...  relationship if that's what you want to call it, isn't
in either of your best interests.  What then?" Charlene began to pull meat
from the bags and set it into the freezer quietly contemplating her
friend's question.  "Do you really think it will all just go back to the
way it was?" Samantha probed harder as she began to empty items into the
fridge as well.

   "Part of me wishes it all would." Charlene sighed.  "I don't have to
tell you what a mess this has all made of me." She added as she crushed an
empty paper bag down and started in on the next one.

   "But if you could rewind and go back; change things...  would you?" Sam
asked.

   "In my right mind I would say yes, absolutely!" Charlene replied flatly.
"But that's the problem.  Whenever I think of David now I know I'm not in
my right mind."

   "Someone else is doing the thinking huh?" Sam asked, staring down at
Charlene's waist with a click of her tongue.  Her friend rolled her eyes at
the crude remark.

   "Something like that." Charlene replied and then stopped her work to
stand up and stare forward silently.  "Or nothing like that." She added in
confusion.  "When I think about David now, yes obviously it's arousing."
She tried to explain.  Samantha grinned and nodded in agreement.  "But the
more I let it affect me the more I start to think it's something else too."

   "Meaning?" Samantha huffed as she lifted a rather large piece of freeze
dried meat into the freezer.

   "I get...  warm." Charlene began as she placed her hand over her
stomach. "I feel light and tingly.  My heart starts pounding and..."
Charlene went on absentmindedly putting words to her unresolved feelings
before Samantha stood and placed a hand on her arm.

   "Char?  Are you in love with David?" She asked with a tone of concern.

   "What?!" Charlene spat in a raised voice.  "Of course not!"

   "Um, it sounds to me like you are.  I mean it's been a while for me and
all but last I checked, that's what you feel like when you're falling in
love." Samantha countered.  Charlene stared back at her in disbelief.  The
mere idea was nonsensical.

   "Sam, seriously.  He's my son!" Charlene countered.

   "Last I checked, that excuse hasn't gotten in your way a whole lot."
Samantha shrugged.  Charlene watched in dumbfounded silence as her friend
nonchalantly continued to empty meat into her freezer.

   "Alright this conversation is over!" She demanded angrily.  "I have no
idea what I actually feel and I don't appreciate your label for it."
Charlene stated menacingly.  Samantha backed up with her hands raised in
surrender.

   "Char, I'm sorry.  Look I'm not trying to tell you what you feel.  I
call it how I see it.  My aim was off, that's all." She apologized. 
Charlene's enflamed countenance faded slightly back to its normal
appearance.  Samantha looked terrified and ashamed.  Charlene wondered if
she had involuntarily come across sterner than she had intended.  Her best
friend looked like a child that had just realized she had crossed a line
with a parent.

   "No, I'm sorry." Charlene dissolved into shame.  "Sam, I really have no
idea what I feel that's all." She tried in vain to explain.  As she stood
there a moment staring at her friend hopelessly, a frightening sort of
sense evolved out of Samantha's accusation.  Charlene shrugged it off
forcefully, not wishing to give the idea any more substance.  "Do you want
some coffee?" She finally asked, elated when Samantha nodded
appreciatively, hoping that the subject was closed.  The pair ascended the
steps sluggishly, taking the folded paper bags back up with them.

   "What's on TV?" Samantha asked tilting her head towards the living room
as she followed Charlene into the kitchen.

   "Nothing.  I was just watching the weather this morning; keeping track
of the storm." Charlene explained as she fished through the cupboard for a
pair of clean mugs.  "If you haven't got anywhere to be for a while you can
always skim through the channels and find something for us to watch.  That
is of course if you don't mind unearthing your car later and I haven't
completely scared you away yet."

   "Char I'm fine.  It was my fault.  Anyhow I doubt there's much to watch.
I was trying to find something on while I was home and I couldn't, but what
the Hell.  I'll see to the television; you get the coffee." Sam schemed,
seeming a bit lighter in her speech now that the last embers of her friends
anger were quenched.  Charlene simply nodded in agreement as she added
creamer to her own mug while her friend turned on her heals towards the
living room kicking off her heavy boots in the end of the foyer as she
went.

   "In love with David indeed..." Charlene suddenly thought as the notion
came flooding back into her mind.  She stopped what she was doing with a
heavy sigh and stared forward at the cabinet door before her as though it
would answer any of the volumes of questions that were surfacing in her
head.  The possibility that she was even less in control of her emotions
than she was of her body made her feel impossibly weak.  All of David's
life she had loved him, but with a mother's love; the love that nurtured
him, protected and guided him into adulthood to the best of her ability. 
The notion that it was at all possible that her love for him had changed so
drastically, all because of what Charlene wanted to attribute to a poorly
aimed sexual vulnerability, seemed utterly ridiculous.  Yet as Charlene
tried to shrug off the sensitivity she felt inside when David came to mind,
Samantha's accusation seemed to support more weight.  She felt as
hopelessly juvenile as a teenager, falling madly in love with the first boy
she believed would give her his heart in exchange for her body.  It wasn't
a pleasant feeling at all.  After finishing up both heated concoctions, she
slipped her frozen feet out of her own wet boots and left them in the
kitchen.

   Samantha was dutifully channel surfing as Charlene entered the living
room with the two hot coffee mugs that would ward off the chill in their
bones.  She sat beside her friend and silently stared forward at the
screen, oblivious to what was on it as her brain tackled what it clearly
considered more important questions.  Samantha grabbed Charlene's trusty
quilt and tossed it over the both of them before snuggling herself into a
cozy place.

   "Could I be in love?  Is it possible?  What's wrong with me?!" She
thought.  Her mind grappled with the questions one after the other, each
seeming to lead back into the next in an endless loop of brain numbing
repetition.

   "Do I get one of those?" Samantha asked, breaking Charlene's train of
thought abruptly.  She laughed and handed Samantha's coffee to her and went
back to staring forward.  "Are you ok Char?" Samantha asked after
accounting for Charlene's silence a moment.

   "I was thinking about what you said in the basement." Charlene confessed
before giving her attention to her own cup with a shallow sip.  The coffee
penetrated her body richly, fighting away an approaching shiver.  Samantha
looked back at her with sorrow in her eyes.

   "Char, I didn't mean anything bad by it." Sam recoiled, her body languge
becoming defensive in preparation for more arguement.

   "No I know you didn't." Charlene sighed, finally making eye contact. 
"It's just on my mind now.  What if I am?" She asked mournfully.

   "What if you are...  what?  In love with David?" Samantha repeated,
easing forward with caution.  "Well, damn Charlene I have freaking clue. 
Certainly would put a spin on things wouldn't it?" She answered.

   "Meaning?" Charlene asked as she sipped her coffee and set it back down
on the table before her, discarding it as still being too hot for her
tastes.

   "Well I mean, before it was just sex.  If you think you're in love, are
you looking for some kind of relationship with him?" Samantha reasoned
cautiously, obviously not wanting to enflame her friends rage again. 
Charlene didn't take the bait and just stared forward again, trying to
still the beating of her heart which had begun to build in intensity.

   "No." She finally answered flatly.  "No I'm not.  Or yes...  damn it
Sam, I really have no clue what I'm thinking or what to do or..." She
rambled helplessly.  Samantha reached out, gingerly placing her hand on
Charlene's thigh.

   "It's not like you have to figure all this out right now Char." She
offered, setting her own mug down on the coffee table beside Charlene's
before addressing her further.  "That's the whole point of talking to David
when he gets home right?  To straighten out your thoughts?"

   "And decide where it goes from here." Charlene added with closure.

   "Exactly.  So for now, shut up and relax.  You're going to give yourself
an aneurism." Sam lectured.  "Let's just watch some TV and; well maybe not
cause there is really nothing at all on worth watching." She grumbled as
she tapped through the channels in defeat.  Charlene chuckled in amusement.

   "Try 'on-demand'." She suggested as she rolled her head from side to
side, sighing in relief as it cracked.  "I really don't care so whatever
you pick is fine."

   "Well now.  What's this?" Samantha's voice chimed merrily, breaking
Charlene's moment of peace.  On the screen read the heading, 'recently
viewed', and beneath it the words, 'Horny Moms 2'.  Charlene cocked her
head slowly over to Samantha, regarding her amused playful look with
distain.

   "David." She answered flatly.  "I'm pretty sure that's what I caught him
watching that first morning."

   "Scene of the crime huh?" Samantha grinned.  "Well why don't we just
have a little peek." She added enthusiastically as she scrolled the cursor
on the screen down over the movie title.

   "Oh God Sam, really?" Charlene protested.  "Surely there's something
else on actually worth watching."

   "What?  It's just good fun.  Besides, like I said, I was channel surfing
before I called you and there really isn't anything worth watching; even
you saw that!" Samantha said, discarding her friend's disapproval. 
"Plus..." She added after a moment's thought.  "It might help you get in
David's head a little; see what he likes...  and, you could probably use
something to fuel whatever happens tonight." She chimed with a playful bump
of her elbow into Charlene's ribs.

   "Owe!" She protested again and reached out to try to snatch the remote
from Sam.  "David and I are going to talk tonight and nothing more until we
do." She shot back.

   "And I hardly need any help fueling my desires." She thought as she
tried again to grab the remote in vain.

   "Ugh-uh." Sam muttered flatly.  "You said whatever I wanted to watch,
and besides; 'Horny Moms 2'?" She continued to poke fun.  "How can you
resist?" Samantha laughed out loud.  Charlene simply shook her head in
reply.

   "Too bad..." Samantha's voice rang back.  "You need to lighten up
anyhow. Now, shall we pick up where David left off or start from the
beginning?"

   "Whatever..." Charlene groaned, now a bit at odds with her suggestion
that Samantha stick around for coffee.  Nearly oblivious in her annoyance
to Sam's observation that David had only gotten ten minutes into the porno,
she rolled her eyes as her friend opted to pick up from the moment Charlene
had caught her son masturbating and pushed play on the remote control.  The
load screen scrolled its status bar only a moment before the screen lit up
to exactly where Charlene remembered it being before David had turned it
off.

   A mature looking but gorgeous brunette woman that Charlene decided
instantly was right around her age was bent over on all fours.  Beneath her
a younger girl, probably only in her mid twenties lay in perfect position
to lather her tongue against the older porn stars vagina while a young man,
near the age of the girl on the floor groaned pierced the mature beauty
with a cleanly shaven and handsome looking cock.  In spite of herself,
Charlene felt the warm rush of her blood rising to the surface of her pale
skin.

   "Well well well..." Samantha teased as she looked Charlene over.  "I do
believe someone's blushing."

   "Shut up." Charlene groaned, rolling her eyes but they found themselves
fixed back on the screen almost immediately.

   "Well I can't blame you.  That's fucking hot!" Sam remarked as she too
looked back to the television.  Charlene stared at the trio intently,
listening to the endless cries of pleasure the girls emitted as the younger
man grunted like some silly ape above them.

   "I never understood porn." Charlene finally said after a few minutes. 
"The guys all have great bodies, but ugly faces and the women don't sound
real.  They just scream and moan because it's what gets guys off." She
added with all the seriousness of a stern debate.  Samantha turned her head
and gave Charlene the look one would expect had she said something naive.

   "You're right, you don't get it." She stated flatly.  "Char its fantasy.
It's people fucking.  Who cares what they say or how they sound.  Next
you're going to tell me the lighting is bad or the backdrop looks staged.
You're paying attention to the wrong things.  Look at them." She pointed to
the screen.  Charlene looked back in time to see the two girls rolling away
from the young man.  Eagerly they had risen to their knees before him;
their hands cupping their breasts and their tongues out like panting dogs
as the man jacked extremely fake amounts of semen into their faces.

   "Oh come on!" Charlene complained as though she were a film critic. 
"Now that's just nonsense.  I have never met a man who came that much. 
It's all fake!" She whined.  Samantha shook her head quietly.

   "Of course it's fake.  Who cares?  Char it's porn.  It's hot slippery
guilt free fantasy.  You watch it, you get off and you're done with it!"
Sam shot back, defending the movie as the scene faded to black around the
two women licking the sperm off each other's faces, as though any woman had
actually ever done anything so crude in real life.

   "Oh yeah?  I don't see you over there getting off so what's the point of
this?" Charlene looked at Sam out of the corner of her eye.  Her friend
smiled sheepishly and turned her head back to the screen as a new scene in
the film came up.

   "Right.  Like you wouldn't completely freak out if I just dropped my
pants and went to town on myself." Samantha chided.

   "Even you aren't that uninhibited." Charlene replied under her breath as
she surveyed the screen.  Another woman near her age was lying out by a
pool, sunbathing topless.  In the background a young man no more attractive
than the last was pretending to check the waters chlorine levels.  Charlene
rolled her eyes again, mentally predicting exactly how the scene was going
to play out.

   "Well I don't see you doing anything either." Samantha replied, glaring
at Charlene despite probably knowing how empty the argument was given
Charlene's initial reluctance to watch the movie at all.  Charlene didn't
reply and just gazed forward.  Samantha stared at her so hard she could
feel her eyes in the corner of her peripheral vision.  "Alright, fine."
Samantha huffed and after leaning forward enough to set her mug on the
coffee table, reached under the quilt and began to wiggle around.  Charlene
watched Sam rummage for a moment before her jeans hit the floor at the base
of the couch in a heavy flop.

   "What are you doing?!" Charlene demanded as the sudden motion tore her
eyes from the older woman who already had the man's cock buried in her
mouth.

   "What does it look like?" Samantha replied as she suddenly whipped her
pants out from under the quilt and tossed them carelessly on the coffee
table nearly missing their drinks.

   "No you aren't!" Charlene shouted in amazement, her eyes fixed on her
friend whose face suddenly flushed with arousal.

   "Oh yes I am!" Samantha moaned as her head rocked back.  "Take a good
look Char.  This is how you're supposed to watch a porno." She gasped as
she tensed up and then relaxed with a heavy sigh of pleasure.  "What's the
big deal anyhow?  I've got the blanket over me; it's not like you can see
what I'm doing."

   "What you're doing next to me!" Charlene retorted in frustration. 
"Under my blanket.  On my couch!" She added raising her voice.

   "Would you calm down?!" Samantha groaned as she stared forward at the
television with the glazed eyes of lust.  "I've still got my panties on. 
Your couch is fine..." Her words dissolved into a heavy gasp of pleasure.
Charlene stared at her in bewilderment as the realization that Samantha had
never been all that met the eyes sank in to the fullest that she could
fathom.

   "I can't belive you." Charlene huffed and turned her head back to the
screen where the woman was now squatting over the young man's hips,
spearing herself down on his cock with rapid bounces.  Beside her, Samantha
continued to groan as she masturbated without regard to Charlene's
presence.

   "You know you'd be a lot less uptight if you'd just join me." She
moaned.

   "Not gonna happen." Charlene retorted as she fidgeted to her left to
blatantly put distance between herself and Sam.  As she wiggled over
however she became aware that she had grown severely wet despite her
discontent.

   "Fine..." Samantha replies dismissively.  "Be a prude.  I'm sure David
will love you for that." Samantha stabbed.  Charlene slashed her eyes
across Samantha with a furious glare.

   "I am not a prude!" She shouted.  Samantha abandoned her
self-gratification and turned her body to face Charlene's fiery stare.

   "Yeah?  Prove it then.  Take your pants off." She challenged.  "This got
David off, it's sure as Hell gonna work for me if you shut up long
enough..." She stated with agitation.  "You're the only one so far who
isn't enjoying it so I'm calling you out.  You say you're not a prude;
prove it!" She demanded and then turned back towards the screen and groaned
heavily as she sank her hand back into her underwear.

   Charlene glared at her speechlessly.  On the television, the woman was
laying face down over a yoga ball that had mysteriously come out of nowhere
as her young lover plowed into her from behind.  Charlene however could
only gaze in wonder at Samantha who despite the intensity of her recent
argument had relaxed back into her efforts and was breathing heavily while
she watched the movie and masturbated.

   "You have no right to judge me." She finally whispered at her friend. 
Samantha rocked her head to the side to regard Charlene who now was feeling
more hurt than anything.

   "Char, if you don't learn to let go of yourself sexually, how do you
expect this thing with David is going to play out?" She asked with a
perfectly serious tone.  Charlene felt stunned at the sincerity of the
question.  Without knowing why her hands moved of their own accord under
the blanket.  Samantha raised an eyebrow at her friend curiously as she
offered a sly grin.  Charlene stared back at her as she hooked her thumbs
into the waist band of her yoga pants and raised her bottom off the sofa.

   "Keep going." Samantha encouraged.  Charlene swallowed hard and began to
press the fabric down until it slid past her hips to her knees.  She
paused, watching Samantha's reaction which had become extremely fixated in
her direction.  Like a child knowing she was doing something wrong,
Charlene cautiously pushed the flimsy pants over her knees and let them
fall to the floor at her feet before kicking them out onto the floor under
the table.  "Almost there..." Samantha teased, urging her to continue. 
Charlene's heart was beating at nearly debilitating pace as she ran the
palm of her hand up her thigh and hooked her fingers under the edge of her
thong.  The second they touched the delicate throbbing flesh of her labia,
Charlene shut her eyes and gasped out in pleasure.  "That's my girl!"
Samantha giggled as she turned back to the television to watch the woman on
scene gyrate forward forcefully each time the man sank his cock into her.

   Charlene moved her fingers slowly over the slippery outer surfaces of
her sex.  She was far wetter than she had believed and her love channel
opened in a delicious spasm, ready to except penetration.  Her eyes darted
between the television and Samantha who was herself, completely engrossed
once again into pleasuring herself.  The creature inside her growled for
attention and as if to quench the fire it was breathing inside her loins,
Charlene sank her fingers deeply inside herself.

   "Oh God!" She gasped as her vagina twitched and clenched down on her
probing fingers.  Beside her Samantha groaned heavily, as if feeding her
mounting lust with Charlene's.  Something about her friend so aware of her
vulnerability made Charlene's sex ignite.  Feverishly she began to rock her
fingers in and out of her pussy, adding her other hand into her panties to
run her fingers over her clit.  Charlene began to forcibly gyrate in place.

   "Easy there sweetie.  There's still a lot of movie left." Samantha
teased as she pulled the quilt down into her lap.  Charlene gazed in wonder
as Sam used her only free hand to lift her blouse up over her braless,
milky white breasts.  Her nipples were flush and hard as she seized one in
her finger tips, groaning heavily as she tweaked it from side to side.  In
her heightened hormonal state Charlene stared at them in wonder.  "You can
touch them if you want to." Sam cooed as she shot her friend a sideways
glance of devilish playfulness.  Without thinking, Charlene pulled her
moist fingers from her clit and reached out with a trembling hand. 
Samantha giggled and caught it in her own tenderly and placed it over her
breast.  Charlene squeezed gently, instantly transported back to her early
college years of bisexual experimentation.  Samantha's back arched as she
moaned heavily at Charlene's touch.  "Oh that feels nice..." She whispered
as Charlene rolled her friends erect nipple between her shaking fingertips.


   Charlene glanced back at the screen.  The scene had dramatically
changed. The mature lustful beauty on the television had been pulled into
the pool but was leaning over the edge with her legs dangling in the water.
Behind her, the young man was playfully slapping her ass with his erection.
Charlene felt her inner muscles contract more tightly around her fingers,
which at this point had begun to move as though their actions were as
involuntary as blinking.  Charlene reached across Sam's gorgeous chest and
clasped her fingers tightly around her other breasts which mashed plumply
into her palm as sweetly as the first had.

   "Bet you anything he's gonna take her in the ass." Samantha suddenly
commented as she stimulated herself far more obviously under the quilt. 
Charlene stared intently at the screen to see that true to her friend's
prediction, the woman had reached back behind her and was now spreading her
cheeks apart in her hands as the young man positioned the head of his cock
against the tight puckering entrance to her rectum.  Charlene's eye widened
in a rich mixture of excitement and wonder as the camera closed in on the
woman's ass opening up around the swollen mushroom head of the invading
penis, allowing it effortless entry into her sucking anus.  "That's so
fucking hot!" Sam cried out as she tightly gripped the breast that Charlene
wasn't fondling and began to stimulate her vagina so forcefully that the
quilt over her lap drifted off her slender silky legs and onto the floor
leaving both friends extremely more exposed to each other.  Charlene stared
down at Samantha's finger filled panties.  They were a lacy off white and
soaked through.  The heavy grunts of pleasure escaping the female porn
stars mouth pulled her gaze back to the screen to see the young man
pounding into her; the pool water around his hips splashing loudly.

   "Incredible..." Charlene whispered as she watched the fullness of the
man's erection vanish and reappear from his co-star's asshole in rapid deep
movements.  "I don't know how she does that." She added breathlessly as she
pulled her hand from Samantha's breast and used it to keep her panties to
one side as she fingered herself vigorously.

   "What?  You mean you never..." Samantha began, her own voice almost
unintelligible amidst her desperate moans of pleasure.

   "I tried once..." Charlene stammered as the furious pleasure in her womb
screamed at her for more.  "...  Back in high school.  Didn't end well!"
She gasped as she found herself once again staring back down to her side at
Samantha's hand manipulating her sex under her panties.  Taking notice of
the attention, Samantha smiled and paused, only long enough to pull her
panties completely off her legs before she spread them widely, draping one
over Charlene's knee before returning her fingers back to the devotion of
her completely shaved vagina.

   "Better?" She mused as she stared over at Charlene with her lower lip in
her teeth.  Charlene didn't answer with anything more than a deeply
appreciative nod.  "Good...  now what were you saying?" She asked as she
turned her head back to the furious anal sex that continued on the
television.  Charlene, extremely tantalized with the silky feel of Sam's
draped leg on her thigh, tugged her panties further to the side to offer
reciprocation as best as she could.  Samantha looked down at her friends
more revealed vagina and licked her lips with a giggle.

   "I have no idea..." Charlene panted as she pinched her clit between her
slippery fingers.

   "Something about high school..." Samantha replied, her voice ripe with
amusement.

   "Oh..." Charlene panted.  "I was saying that I tried it with a boyfriend
and it didn't work.  He wouldn't fit and it hurt; haven't tried since." She
explained.  The scene on camera had changed again.  The man was now lying
with his legs hanging down into the pool.  The woman was riding him, his
cock still buried deeply into her rectum as she planted her hands on his
chest to support her movements.

   "You should try with David." Samantha moaned, pulling Charlene's
attention from the screen again to the gorgeous woman beside her so
carelessly pleasuring herself.

   "Yes let's just let my son know how much of a whore his mother has
become lately." Charlene thought although the damage the suggestion had
done had already redirected her thoughts to shamelessly bending over and
offering her anus to her son's throbbing cock.

   "I'd be too afraid.  He's too big." She replied instead as she attempted
to redirect her thoughts from the invading fantasy by looking at the
delightful mess her best friend was making between her legs.  Samantha's
fingers were keeping her vaginal lips spread wide as she rapidly ran her
other hand over her clit in elated ecstasy.  She was staring at Charlene
again, using her desire to feed her own as her eyes seemed to read
Charlene's mind.

   "That's not what you're really thinking." Sam whispered.  "You're
thinking about his cock pressing your asshole open right now.  You're
thinking about how hot it would be to give that to him." She teased. 
Charlene groaned heavily as the idea flooded her mind again.  Her eyes had
lost focus as she pleasured her vagina now as deeply as her fingers would
permit; three of them stabbing into her sex with delightful force.  She
couldn't deny that the prospect of having her first successful anal sex
with David's perfect cock; the notion of her own son being the first to
really have her that way, sent the voltage coursing through her body into a
brutal power surge.

   "Do you trust me?" Samantha whispered as she suddenly stopped touching
herself.  Charlene barely registered the question as she stared down at
Sam's open, wet and positively delicious looking vagina.

   "Yes..." She whispered back, unwilling herself to stop her
self-indulgent labors.  She watched intently as Samantha leaned in closer
to her and drew her fingertips along Charlene's inner thigh, forcing her
skin to react electrically in her current state.

   "Scoot down." Sam instructed, nodding her head toward the floor. 
Charlene hesitantly obeyed, shifted her bottom towards the edge of the
sofa. She watched as Samantha drew her juicy fingers into her own mouth and
began to fellate them heavily.  Each time she drew them out of her lips
they were noticeably wetter with her saliva.

   "What are you doing?" Charlene asked, suddenly broken from the spell of
her arousal as she watched Samantha drop her wet fingers downward.

   "Trust me..." Samantha whispered, shaking her head in dismissal.  "Keep
doing what you're doing." She instructed.  Charlene continued to probe
herself steadily but remained fixed on her friends hand as it moved between
her legs and up under her bottom.

   "Sam!" Charlene gasped as she realized her friend's intent.

   "Relax Char.  You said you trusted me." Samantha whispered soothingly
just before Charlene felt the wet pressure of fingertips against her anus.
Charlene swallowed her gasps hard and looked over fearfully into her
friends kind warm eyes.  The pressure against her asshole built as Sam
pushed in until the tight seal of her rectum broke, allowing a single one
of Sam's fingers a slow delicious entry.

   "Oh my fucking God!" She cried out as Samantha gently rocked it in and
out, eased largely by the slipperiness her mouth had provided.  Charlene
feverishly attacked her clit, spurred on by the amazing new sensation
spreading through her body like a virus.  Samantha continued her labors,
gently probing her finger in and out of Charlene slowly until she was
completely relaxed around it.

   "Ready for more?" Sam asked.  Charlene nodded hastily in reply, feeling
so empowered in the moment of discovery that she felt confident enough to
handle whatever her friend had in mind for her.

   "Please Sam...  please..." She begged.  Samantha leaned in closer,
resting her head on Charlene's shoulder.  Without thinking Charlene tugged
her tank top down exposing her heavy breasts.  Samantha leaned lower,
extending her tongue to playfully flick it across one of Charlene's stiff
nipples.  Charlene groaned at the tickling pleasure as she felt the soft
sting of her anal channel spread apart for Sam's second raiding finger.  A
sharp sear of pain suddenly spread through her bottom at the feel of being
so stretched.  Charlene tensed involuntarily and her friend ceased all
movement.

   "Its ok sweetie...  just relax.  I promise that will pass ok?" She asked
reassuringly.  Charlene nodded and warily settled back into place.  The
moment her anal muscles eased, Samantha resumed pressing in her other
finger until it rested fully extended into Charlene's rectum.  The
sensation was incredible.  Slowly and cautiously, Sam began to press her
hand in and out, guiding her slender digits.  Charlene felt overwhelmed
with desire as she closed her eyes, imagining that David was taking her. 
Her own hand resumed its rapid wanderings into her vagina.  The feeling of
being so full, of such completeness warped Charlene's libido into explosive
overdrive.

   "I can't believe how good that feels!" She cried out.  Samantha moaned
softly as she closed her lips over her friends heaving breasts, suckling
Charlene sweetly.  Her fingers pumped in with faster repetition, sending
the hair on the back of Charlene's neck outward.  The pressure suddenly
built in her loins like a tidal wave.

   "Oh God Sam I'm gonna cum!" Charlene screamed as her hips raised her
upward.  Samantha sank her fingers in and out faster and harder.  The
pleasure was too much.  Charlene began to shake and babble incoherently. 
Her own fingers fell from her vagina and wound into her friends hair,
keeping her lips locked over her breast.  "Sam, make me cum!  Please!" She
shrieked.  Her friend moaned heavily against her soft flesh at the force of
Charlene's request.  With reckless abandon she drove her fingers in and
out, launching Charlene over the edge.

   "Oh God!  Oh my fucking God!" She shrieked as she climaxed; her labia
quivering as a light trickle of involuntary female ejaculate streamed from
her core and out against the rug beneath her curled toes.  Samantha
released Charlene's breast from her mouth, biting her lip in a lustful grin
at the sight of the projectile orgasm.  "It's too much...  too much!"
Charlene shouted as she pushed against Sam's arm.  Gently, Sam withdrew her
fingers from Charlene's tightest depths and wrapped her arms around her,
holding her tightly as she gasped for breath.  Softly, she placed her hand
over Charlene's trembling vagina, massaging it gently as her friend's
breathe taking climax faded.

   "See?  It's not so bad..." Sam whispered.  Charlene panted for air as a
droplet of sweat ran down the side of her face.

   "I can't believe we did that." She replied as she shamelessly placed her
own hand over Samantha's slippers fingers and helped her sooth her
trembling labia.  Samantha giggled.

   "If we're being honest here, I've actually wanted you for years." She
replied as she loosed her arm from around Charlene and sat back to look
into her eyes.

   "You never said anything." She replied, a bit taken aback.

   "You never acted like you were interested." Sam explained flatly as she
wiggled her upper body to allow her blouse to fall back over her gorgeous
breasts.  "And I know that it was only partly me that you were thinking
about just now, but I'll take what I can get.  Besides, learning a little
about anal play really can't hurt your situation." She added as she reached
out to the table in search of her moist underwear.

   "Not sure I follow, but I'm not complaining." Charlene admitted
curiously.

   "Well..." Sam replied as she stepped her lovely legs into her panties
and scooted them back up over her hips.  "When you told me about you can
David, I didn't hear anything about a condom.  So unless you're on the
pill..." She paused reaching for her pants.

   "I'm not." Charlene admitted shamefully.  "I have condoms; we just...  I
completely forgot to..."

   "Exactly.  So unless you two are just fine and dandy with having a child
of your very own..." Samantha continued with a tone of caution.  Charlene
visibly shuddered at the terrifying notion.  "Yeah I didn't think so."
Samantha declared taking account of her friend's reaction.  "Well, now you
have another option until you get safe or one of you can actually remember
to wrap him up." She concluded, sitting back on the sofa, staring at
Charlene who still found it difficult to summon the will to move for her
own clothes.

   "I don't think you can really compare David to a couple of fingers."
Charlene answered in reservation as the gorgeous memory of her son's ample
size filled her mind in apprehension.

   "Maybe not at first..." Sam interrupted.  "But I assure you it's all the
same in the end if you're gentle and go slow.  It can be just another
completely intimate experience for you two." She chimed happily.

   "What about this?  I mean you and me?" Charlene asked, suddenly
remembering Sam's earlier confession.  Despite her desire for her son, she
could not but be aware of the strong new connection that she and Sam had
just made in their friendship.

   "Really Char, let's be honest with each other." Samantha grinned.  "All
fun aside, you are devoted to David even if you haven't figured that out
yet.  I was just in the right place at the right time.  I'm not complaining
but I'm nothing compared to what's going on there." She added as she leaned
up to look out the living room window.  "I had better get going before I
can't find my car." She sighed.  Charlene's heart leapt into her throat. 
Her friend had all the seeming of a rejected third date.

   "Sam..." Charlene whispered.  "You never said anything to me..." She
began despite another of her friends dismissive waves to stop her short. 
"I feel awful now." She confessed.  "You don't need to just rush off." She
added, placing a hand on her friends in earnest caring.

   "Char you are my best friend.  You were before I got here and you will
be when I leave and I will always be there for you." Samantha said warmly
with her brilliant smile.  "As far as rushing off goes; I'm not.  I just
really don't want to be snowed in here and if I'm around when David comes
home..."

   "He and I can always talk some other time." Charlene interrupted.

   "No.  You need to talk now.  You need to decide what this means to you
two and you need to do it before both of you worry yourselves to death.  He
may have sounded calmer than you on the phone but he's an eighteen year old
boy and is probably struggling with this more than you.  You at least have
me to talk to.  I bet he wouldn't dare tell a single one of his friends
what happened." Samantha reasoned.  Until that moment, Charlene had not
considered the idea and began to focus her thoughts more on her son, lost
in all of this as she was with no outlet.  "See?  You know that I'm right."
Sam said as she stood up and grabbed for her pants from the floor.

   "Do you know how much I love you for being here for me in all this?"
Charlene asked as she watched her friend slide her legs into her jeans and
rock them over her butt.  Sam eyed Charlene playfully and leaned down to
where she was sitting, still half naked and exposed.  Her lips collided
with hers briefly in a soft but meaningful kiss before breaking away again.
Something about the simple gesture let Charlene know that her friend felt
anything but taken for granted and it eased her turmoil enough to smile
again.

   "Babe, you've always been there for me." Sam replied before sinking her
feet back into her shoes and walking out through the living room.  Charlene
watched her go until she vanished into the foyer.  "I want details!" Sam
shouted through the hall before Charlene heard the front door open and
close again.  Sitting dumbfounded with her senses dulling out of
hyperactivity, Charlene glanced up at the television.  The screen was still
and blue with a highlighted message asking her if she wanted to watch the
movie again.  She stood up instead, ignoring the television as she settled
her thong back into place and struggled to keep her balance as she stepped
back into her thin black pants.

   "What the hell just happened?" She remarked to herself out loud.  To the
best she could recall her friend had not shared in climax with her and the
hurried manner about her departure still came across as bizarre, but the
recollection of the last hour of her life could not but leave a wide smile
on her face.  With some newfound rejuvenation, she felt invigorated and
marched back upstairs to her bedroom where the pile of mangled linen on her
bed still awaited her.  The next several hours blurred in a series of
domesticated chores.  Charlene made her bed with fresh sheets and set the
soiled ones in the wash.  As she moved from one room to the other, she
cleaned and freshened up her home, driven by an exciting happiness that she
couldn't define.  Outside her windows, the pale cloud covered sun had begun
to set, turning the sky into a brilliant winter red.  Charlene made herself
a modest dinner and then turned off the dining room light, allowing the
sky's brilliance to light the setting of her meal through the sliding glass
door to her rear patio deck.

   As she placed her plate in her sink, Charlene finally became aware of
the time with the bright assistance of her oven's digital clock, grounding
her senseless happiness back into tormented anticipation.  At nine o'clock,
Charlene had failed to hear from David.

   "Either he's trying to concentrate on the road or something has
happened." She thought to herself; her pulse quickening in a slight moment
of brief panic.  Taking a long deep breath, Charlene shut her eyes and
composed herself, deciding that her own anticipation of his arrival was
getting the best of her and that surely she would hear the front door open
any time in the coming minutes.  She finished her dishes and made her way
back upstairs, shedding her clothes as she advanced toward the bathroom. 
The moment she twisted the shower knob, the piping hot water steamed the
mirror in the room over and formed a heavy layer of condensation along the
tile wall.  Upon stepping into the stream, her skin flushed with warmth as
her pours opened to allow the shower to wash the day away from her body. 
Her lavender bath wash filled the room with its floral scent and
rejuvenated her flesh that still tingled from the afternoons frivolities.
She remained in the hot downpour well after necessity required, still and
calm and contemplating how best to begin her conversation with David. 
Would he begin with his thoughts, or would she have to take the lead.  What
would he say?  Where would his thoughts be coming from; his heart or the
same primal place that was plaguing her?  In retaliation to any question
Charlene could think of regarding her son's train of thought, she realized
that she had its equal opposite circulating around in her own mind.  Then
all at once a solid and undeniable truth fought it's way to the forefront
of her brain like a blinking neon sign.

   "I don't want it to stop." She whispered out loud, the water from the
shower shaking off her lips.  Whether it was because she could admit it to
herself, or because she hadn't ever imagined that her guilt would subside
to make such a declaration she couldn't be sure; but in that moment of
levity a kind of acceptance towards herself erupted into Charlene's
consciousness.  She smiled broadly as a thought about her son's body
against hers came and went through her mind with almost no shame.  "I don't
want it to stop." She said again, grinning broadly as though the statement
only felt better the more she repeated it.

   "But does he feel the same way?  Can he accept what kind of life this
will be for both of us?  What kind of life would that be?" She thought. 
Her happiness endured but became tempered with the wisdom that there was
still much to discuss.  Charlene turned off the shower and stepped out onto
her plush bathmat.  Wrapping a towel around her dripping body, she stepped
before her bathroom mirror and brushed the moisture away to see her
reflection staring back.  Something had changed; the figure looking back at
her seemed more familiar.  Charlene grinned again and began to run a brush
through her hair.

   "Mom?!" A sudden voice called from the base floor of Charlene's house
causing her to drop her hairbrush in the sink with excited alarm.  Without
thought her legs pulled her from the bathroom, racing her down her hallway
and bounding down the stairs so clumsily she had to press her hand over the
tuck of her towel to keep it from whipping off behind her as she moved. 
Rounding the last corner and into her foyer she saw him; tired certainly,
but young and beautiful and very much home.  She stopped in her tracks to
look at him, fearing that her legs would wobble apart if she tried to take
another step.  He stared back at her a moment and then began to walk
forward silently.

   "I'm so glad you're home." Charlene sighed under her breath as she
watched him advance on her yet still he remained quite silent.  As the
distance between them closed, Charlene became aware of an energy between
them that felt more focused and powerful with each of her son's slow steps
toward her.  Finally he was standing before her, close enough to feel the
chill off of his clothes.  He was staring down at her with intent and
meaningful eyes.  His hands reached out, gently loosening the folds of her
robe, sending her heart beat into a frenzy.  Charlene nearly blacked out as
his mouth suddenly impacted against hers and as her eyes slammed shut and
as she heard the powerful need in the moan transferring from her mouth into
his, she felt the towel drop off her body all together.  She reached out,
pulling him against her nudity, uncaring about the biting cold of his
clothing as she let the world around her fall away and scrambled
desperately to loosen his belt from around his waist.  The moisture in her
loins flowed forth as her hand reached into his pants to take hold of his
rigid cock.  His lips broke from hers.

   "Talk later?" He whispered to her.

   "Much later." She replied.

   to be continued....
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