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 Title: The Resort - Mothers and Sons


Summary: Mother and son reconnect at special Resort... 


Keywords:inc,fic,erotic,hot,mf,sex,exhib,rom,voy,mc





   When it All Changed

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   Melinda looked around the crowded meeting room full of mothers and sons
eating breakfast together, and for the fifth time that morning wondered if
this was a good idea. 

   The trip itself was smooth, all things considered.  They only had to fly
to Miami, and the last leg of the trip turned out to be a small charter jet
which was only going to the island.  Marcus hadn't spoken very much to her,
but he had appeared to be more at ease than usual.  Melinda felt happy
about that, at least.  Her son deserved a vacation, maybe even more than
her.

   Then they'd actually arrived this morning.  That was when the oddity
started.  For one thing, the grounds of the Resort were a bit strange. 
Melinda had to admit that she loved the variety of tropical plants and
trees, and the way that they were planted in neat rows seemed to relax her.
But they were landscaped to create many artificial hills and valleys, with
accompanying turns and switchbacks in the road.  By the time they took the
final turn, she had no idea of the direction or distance to the small
airport where they had landed.  The last hill concealed the Resort until
the bus turned the corner and suddenly revealed it.  She heard Marcus gasp
at the effect, but she frowned at the lack of any sign or gate. 

   The main building was big, at least ten stories, and sprawling.  It was
beautiful and modern, all bright white and curving arches, no straight
lines, no hard edges.  The windows were all well tinted, and each room
seemed to have a spacious balcony.  As Melinda stepped off of the bus, she
glimpsed the ocean and the beach and then saw how the resort grounds
followed the water, with tennis courts, restaurants, and what looked like
small alcoves with benches, hammocks, and even beds in them.

   Melinda was eager to drop off the bags in their room and explore the
Resort, but the event had a special opening breakfast, so instead, she
followed the directions she was given.  Marcus carried their bags without
being asked, and she smiled appreciatively at him.  She could have handled
her own baggage, but there was something very kind and mature about the way
he had stepped in without being asked.

   That was when she noticed the first concerning thing.  As soon as she
stepped into the vast, open lobby, Melinda felt dizzy, just for a moment.
Marcus had handed his bags over to a concierge who would take them to their
room.  Her son had approached her quickly, noticing her distress, but she
shook it off, smiling and telling him that she felt much better now. 

   They had waited in line then, making small talk.  Melinda was so nervous
that she couldn't keep herself from shifting from foot to foot.  She put on
a good show of confidence for Marcus, of course, but she was still
concerned about him.  He had his hands crossed over his chest, giving off
the body language of someone who would rather be anywhere but where he
was. 

   Melinda followed her son's gaze to the enormous television that was
cleverly hung above the check-in desk.  It appeared to float there, the
wires and mounts hidden in the bright sunlight.  The glowing,
high-definition rectangle was advertising and displaying events and eating
establishments at the Resort, but it wasn't remaining on one thing for long
enough for her to read the text.  As soon as she got halfway through one,
it flipped to another, and another.  She found herself waiting for the
various scenes to rotate back just so she could finish reading the banal
flavor text and get some closure.  Then she saw it and gasped.

   For a moment, just a split second really, something terrible had been on
the screen.  Something that had never happened.  Something that could never
be allowed to happen.  It couldn't have been there.  Even with the kinds of
effects they had now, they would have had to have modeled her body
perfectly.  They would have had to know what her nude form looked like, how
her body's weight moved and shifted.  How it would look if she were riding
a much younger man.  She couldn't see his body very well, but he was
thrusting up to meet her hips rolling and shifting.  In the scene, Melinda
had been saying something.  It had been muted, but she knew that if there
would have been sound, that she would have heard herself crying her son's
name.

   Melinda closed her eyes, fighting the panic building in her chest.  No.
Not now.  This couldn't come out now.  This trip was supposed to rebuild
her relationship with her son, not destroy it.  With the practice of those
used to denial, she repressed the forbidden desires into the dim recesses
of her mind and shut the door on them firmly.

   Melinda opened her eyes again.  The television showed bland beach scenes
now, and couples, holding hands.  That was it.  No sex.  Nothing taboo. 
She looked over at Marcus.  He looked flushed, to be sure, but if he had
seen the same thing that she had, then there was no indication of it from
his posture. 

   God, Melinda thought, what was wrong with her?  She felt the familiar
pulse of arousal and felt disgusted with herself.  Then she took a deep
breath and thought about other things.  About the food they would eat,
about the walks they would have, and about the way they would reconnect
over long, pleasant conversations.  By the time the line started shuffling
into the hall where they were to have breakfast, she had put it the strange
vision from her mind.  Mostly.

   The meeting hall at the Resort was large and clean.  The breakfast of
pineapple and omelets that they'd just been served had been delicious, even
if she couldn't place all of the ingredients.  All of the other mothers and
sons had been friendly and open.  She felt a little out of it as well.  Had
she been a more worldly woman with a different upbringing, she would have
recognized that she felt vaguely high.  Even so, she still worried. 

   Melinda knew that she worried too much, but she couldn't help it.  She
worried about her marriage.  She worried about who her husband was sleeping
with instead of her (she knew that he was fucking his manager and probably
the girl who'd once been their babysitter, but there were many others). 
She worried about what their marriage was doing to their children, Jessica
and Marcus.  Right then, she mostly worried that forcing Marcus to come
with her had been a bad idea.

   At the moment, her eldest was talking with the woman next to him in an
animated fashion.  Her name was Angela, and she was obviously flirting a
bit with him.  It...it was disgusting, to be honest.  She was at least in
her mid-forties, and Marcus was 18!  Granted, she was beautiful, with
blonde hair, naturally tanned skin, and a svelte body that Melinda wished
she had...but still, it felt very wrong to her.

   The odd thing was that Angela's own son, William, also seemed to be
getting along with Marcus, and maybe even encouraging the flirtation!  It
was bizarre, and she didn't like it at all.  What was worse was that she
knew, deep down, that she wasn't actually angry at Angela over the age
difference.  Angela could be single, and Marcus was, after all, an adult
now.  It was jealousy.

   Melinda had once been close with both of her children.  Jessica still
shared with her and enjoyed their time together, but Marcus had drawn away
in high school.  That was normal, but what Melinda found alarming was her
son's near-complete refusal to so much as say more than two words to her.
She knew that she'd made serious mistakes as a mother, but she was
terrified that once he left for college that he wouldn't even bother coming
home.  Jessica had privately expressed the same worries as well, so Melinda
knew that whatever was going on wasn't just in her head. 

   Angela, after lightly touching Marcus' arm, suddenly noticed Melinda's
cold gaze.  To Melinda's surprise, Angela withdrew her hand immediately.

   "I'm sorry, um, Melinda, is it?  I know you're his mother.  I just get
accustomed to the way William and I get on and...I forget that not everyone
has the same arrangements.  I apologize."

   Melinda was confused but gratified.  Angela had acknowledged that she'd
been wrong and she'd done it in front of Marcus, who looked equally
confused.  Well, Melinda thought, her son was at that age where he was
likely to be utterly oblivious to when a woman is coming on to him.  And he
was shy, too.  Suddenly, Melinda felt bad for him.  Was she preventing her
son from maybe enjoying himself a little on vacation?  She might not
approve of it, but she didn't want to ruin her son's first romantic
experiences either.  Maybe it was better that he was going away to college
soon after all.  Suddenly Melinda became aware that the three others that
shared the table with her: Marcus, Angela, and William, were all waiting
for her response.

   "Oh, um," Melinda said with a genuine, if a little awkward, smile, "I'm
sorry.  I don't mean to be rude.  I just came here to get closer to Marcus,
and I guess I'm feeling a little possessive and protective."

   Marcus looked at his mother then, his facial expression completely
unreadable, his dark, soulful eyes perhaps too wide.  Melinda worried that
she was screwing this up also, like every part of her life.

   "Oh honey," Angela said, "I completely understand.  Last year I was
exactly the same way.  It seemed like every other woman was out to get her
claws into my sweet, sensitive boy, and I couldn't stand it.  Whatever else
you get out of this experience, I promise that you and Marcus will
be much closer when you leave the Resort."

   Angela and William shared a small smile then.  William was a little
older than Marcus, tanned like his mother, well-built, maybe twenty, and he
carried himself with more confidence.  While Melinda admitted that he was
an attractive enough young man, she really wasn't interested in him.  What
she wanted was Marcus to gain a little of that same self-esteem, to no
longer be trapped in his own shell.  And to maybe open up and spend time
with her again.

   Melinda's morose train of thought was interrupted by the click of
speakers in the hall coming on.  A woman in her fifties was walking onto
the stage.  Unlike everyone else, she was dressed formally.  She must be
the person running the event, Melinda thought.  That meant that the
presentation and the event itself was going to start soon.  Melinda's
worries suddenly evaporated upon seeing the obviously professional woman
taking charge and giving techs and assistants their last-minute
instructions.  Surely nothing strange would happen with someone like that
in charge. 

   Relaxing a bit, Melinda spoke more with Angela, exchanging jokes and
little details of their lives.  She found the other woman to be charming
and friendly, not at all the bad influence she had at first imagined. 
Although she still seemed to be looking rather intensely at Marcus. 

   Doubting her decision yet again, Melinda considered the chain of events
that had ended here, thousands of miles from home, in a resort on a
Caribbean island-nation that she'd never even heard of before making the
reservations. 

   It all went back to that conversation with Natalie.

   * * *

   It was all Natalie's fault, really.  That wasn't fair, of course. 
Natalie was Melinda's best friend.  She was a bit of a fierce woman at
times, but she was also the kindest of people.  They were not much alike in
temperament or appearance, but they still got along.

   Melinda was curvy and a bit plump with an hourglass figure, black hair,
and ivory skin while Natalie was slender and petite, with the terra cotta
skin of her Vietnamese ancestry.

   Natalie and Melinda had been at lunch.  They both had families and
couldn't talk as much as they would like, so they made it a policy to try
and eat together at least once a week.  Melinda had been venting,
complaining really, about the state of her relationship with her son.

   "I hate it, Natalie.  I know that I've lost Jack already.  But Marcus?
He's always been good to Jessica and me, and now he barely even spends any
time with us.  I can't stand the idea that I'm failing my family this
badly."

   "Oh no," Natalie was, if nothing, a supportive and attentive listener,
"this isn't your fault.  Jack's a dog, and I guess that he always has been.
You couldn't have done anything to change him, but Marcus loves you, I know
he does.  He's just a young man I guess, getting used to having freedom."

   "He used to share his thoughts and feelings with me and be so protective
of Jessica.  Jack and he used to spend time together as well, but they
don't anymore, so he's completely isolated from all of us.  I'm so..."

   Melinda had to stop then, feeling herself close to tears.  She didn't
know how, but she was sure that somehow, all of this was her fault.  If she
had been a better wife, then Jack would have been faithful.  If she had
been a better mother, then Marcus would want to spend time with her. 

   "Stop," Natalie said, suddenly, "I can see you beating yourself up.  I
won't allow it."

   Melinda laughed ruefully.

   "Am I that obvious?"

   "To me, you are.  We've been best friends since the sixth grade.  We
know each other.  And sometimes I know what's best for you even if you
don't...I wonder..."

   Natalie had a faraway expression as if considering revealing something.
Melinda was intrigued.  They rarely held things back from one another, and
Natalie was infamously bad at keeping secrets in any case.

   "What is it, Natalie?  I'm honestly desperate here.  I don't know what
to do."

   Natalie smiled broadly.

   "All right then.  Do you remember that trip I took last year?  The
vacation with Tommy?"

   Tommy was Natalie's son.  A good young man and one of Marcus' friends.
Melinda nodded.

   "Well," Natalie went on, "I didn't tell you at first, mostly because I
didn't want to embarrass him, but it was an invite-only event.  I was
worried that I was losing touch with him, especially after he got arrested
for being drunk.  I was so afraid that he was going to end up like his
father.  I miss him so much, and I see so many good parts of his father in
Tommy, but I couldn't stand the idea of him having to deal with alcoholism.
It was probably overblown fear, but then a woman I work with told me about
this unique Resort in the Caribbean.  "

   Natalie's husband had died in a particularly awful accident, almost
undoubtedly drunk at the wheel.  He had been a good man otherwise, laid
back, loving, not a mean bone in his body.  Tommy shared all of those good
points, and Melinda could understand Natalie's worry.

   "A special event?  At a resort?" 

   Natalie laughed at her friend's typical skepticism.

   "I know how weird it sounds.  They only allow mothers and sons, and it's
expressly for them to reconnect.  I only went once, but I know Tommy wants
to go again.  We can't this year, but I'm thinking about next.  But, see,
that's my point!  We were both unsure, and Tommy didn't even want to go.  I
felt stupid and naive for thinking something like that could work, but I
justified it by saying that at worst, Tommy and I would have some
well-earned vacation time.  It worked, though!  You know we've been closer
than ever.  I saw that I was too much of a tiger mom for him to really
trust and relate too.  Tommy doesn't drink at all now, for his own health,
and I didn't even ask him to stop.  He calls me all the time from college
just to tell me what's going on in his life!  And he comes home pretty
frequently too.  I can get you and Marcus an invite if you want.  No
problem."

   Natalie nodded as she ate her salad.  Melinda had noticed that she'd
been a lot happier since she'd taken that vacation, and if it worked for
her...

   Melinda decided, impulsively, to do it.  Why not?  Money wasn't one of
her family's problems.  Jessica might be a bit jealous, but Melinda would
make sure that her daughter got a special trip, too.  If Marcus ended up
being more present with Jessica after the trip, then she'd be happy too.

   I mean, it was kind of a silly idea, all things considered, but what
could go wrong in a week?

   * * *

   Not for the first time, Marcus looked at his mother and felt a surge of
powerful lust followed by a crushing wave of guilt.  It wasn't his fault,
he knew that.  He didn't do anything to create this attraction.  But his
mother deserved better than a son who wanted to fuck her. 

   Marcus knew his mother worked hard.  He'd seen her clean, cook dinner,
and then go straight back to work afterward.  He and his sister did
everything they could to help her, but they both had homework and lives of
their own, and Melinda wouldn't allow them to do anything to jeopardize
that. 

   It was as if his mother had given up on her own life going well, so she
had decided that she would do everything that she could so her children
would have what she couldn't.  Melinda tried to keep the truth from her
children, but both Marcus and Jessica knew that their father was a serial
adulterer.  Both of them had caught him in lies, and Jessica had even seen
him making out with a much younger woman in a public park.

   Marcus had spent hours consoling his sister that night, and it had made
him hate his father even more than he already did.  Marcus couldn't stand
the thought that the man that his mother had dedicated his life to was so
cruel and negligent. 

   Melinda deserved better than that.  She deserved someone that would care
for her.  That would appreciate the things that she did every day, the
intelligent acts of kindness and love that she showed everyone in her inner
circle of friends and family.

   Marcus also thought that anyone who had his mother in his bed but
decided to cheat must be blind as well as heartless.  He may have been
biased, but to him, Melinda was the sexiest woman he'd ever seen.  Every
child thinks that their mother is beautiful of course, but then they grow
up and things change.  For Marcus, things changed when he hit puberty, but
not the way that he expected.  He started being attracted to girls, yes,
and women.  His tastes in porn were reasonably vanilla, but he did have his
favorites.  Over time he realized that the very best ones, the ones he
loved, were nearly all of a specific type.  More specifically, they looked
a lot like his mother.

   Melinda was not vain, not really.  She used makeup every day, and she
dressed professionally, but she didn't see herself as attractive.  Marcus
could tell by the way she carried herself and the self-deprecating comments
that she made.  He did his best to reassure his mother that she looked
good, but he couldn't say or do the things that would genuinely convince
her.  That was his father's duty. 

   Marcus considered all of these things, not for the first time, as he
watched his mother begin to open up to Angela.  She was in her own way,
beautiful.  Slender, clearly fit, with dyed blonde hair that went perfectly
with her dark olive complexion.  For a little bit, Marcus had been sure
that Angela was hitting on him, and it looked like her son was encouraging
it.  The way that his mother had reacted had reinforced this a little bit,
but it surely had been a misunderstanding.  Otherwise, how would Angela and
his mother be chatting already like old friends?  William, for his own
part, seemed to be quietly enjoying the company.  As Marcus watched, the
other young man put his hand on his mother's leg, with a sort of casual
possessiveness.  Melinda didn't notice, but Angela did.  She put her own
hand on her sons, and Marcus was sure that she was about to push it away,
but she didn't.  Instead, Angela squeezed her son's hand and moved it
farther up her thigh, closer to the hem of her short skirt.  Marcus felt
his breath catch as he imagined being able to do that with his own mother.

   In Marcus' view, Angela was attractive, yes, but she didn't hold a
candle to Melinda.  Marcus' mother was of average height, but she had long,
straight black hair that she always kept to a glossy shine.  Her eyes were
a brilliant blue that had a way of making you feel like the only important
person in the room when she looked at you, and her delicate features
combined with ivory skin and a pouty, full mouth drew plenty of attention
from both sexes.  She had wide hips that swayed when she walked in high
heels and an hourglass that led up to the most amazing breasts that Marcus
had ever glimpsed.  He'd seen them a few times, always briefly, once by
accident as his mother had left the door open when she was in the bath and
other times when he'd intentionally spied on her.  They were large and
all-natural.  They sagged a bit, but that just added to the appeal.  Marcus
could tell, only from looking, that they were firm.  Even her belly,
slightly soft with a little extra weight, was unimaginably appealing to
him.

   Marcus didn't like to wallow in self-pity, but he often thought that it
was unfair that the perfect woman would always love him yet be out of his
reach.  While he had spied on her before, he felt sick about even that, and
he would never do anything to endanger his relationship with Melinda.  She
deserved better than that.  She deserved a better son.  So he had cut
himself off, been stoic, avoided being alone with her.  He knew that this
hurt her emotionally, but he had nightmares of how she would have reacted
if she had learned the truth about his desires.

   None of those thoughts prevented him from appreciating his mother that
morning, however.  She wore a sundress, as loose and playful as it was
revealing.  He'd never seen his mother in something with a lower bust line,
and he was suddenly very aware of how hard he was and would be, as long as
she dressed like this.  He knew that his mother had a new swimsuit as well,
but he hadn't seen it yet.  He both anticipated and feared his reaction. 

   Marcus was, in a word, enraptured with his mother's sensual beauty.  It
was for this reason that he didn't notice that Angela had said his name. 
He heard it the second time.

   "Looks like Marcus agrees with me, Melinda.  Look at how he's checking
you out."

   Marcus looked up in startled surprise.  Angela was looking at him with
something like mischief, and William had an expression of sympathy.  Oh
god, he'd been caught!  Why did she do that to him?  Didn't she know that
his mother was a prude?  That she would be horrified?  Marcus looked at his
mother, his face flushed with a mix of shame and arousal.  Her face,
however, was unreadable. 

   Angela took pity on him, thankfully.

   "Oh, Melinda, don't worry.  Like I was saying, you're very sexy, and any
man of good taste, your son included, would check you out.  William looks
at me the same way from time to time, and it makes me feel amazing."

   Now both Melinda and Marcus were shocked into silence, and Angela and
William both chuckled in an open, friendly way.  William moved his hand to
the small of Angela's back.

   "God," William said, "do you remember when we were like them, mom?  It
seems like it was a decade ago instead of just last year."

   "Hush," Angela said, playfully smacking her son's arm, "you let them
move at their own pace.  No spoilers."

   At that, Melinda and her son shared a confused look.  They didn't have
any time to ask questions, however, because that was when the room
darkened. 

   The presentation had begun.

   * * * 

   The woman on stage was pert, blonde, and obviously in great shape.  She
was in her fifties, and her smile was that of someone accustomed to
speaking before large audiences.  She wore a simple pantsuit that was
obviously tailored to her slim, athletic frame.  Having seen many such
speakers in her working life, Melinda was immediately struck by her open
expression.  This wasn't a mask put on to impress a crowd.  She really was
happy to be here.  But what was "here," exactly? 

   "I'm so happy to see all of you.  I know how that sounds, talking to
over two-thousand people, but it's true." 

   Melinda looked around.  Could there really be that many people?  The
brochure had said they had about one thousand rooms, and as she paid
attention to the family units seated at the many tables, there were mostly
pairs, but there were somewhere a mother had come with two or even three of
her sons.

   "My name is Lacy Carter.  That's my real name, by the way.  Some of you
won't feel comfortable sharing personal details with strangers, and that's
ok.  First things first, however, I want to make something perfectly clear.
Your privacy is protected.  This island has stringent internet
restrictions, which you may have already noticed.  In addition, we will
ensure that there are no paper trails connecting you to the Resort, and
that includes how we bill you.  We want people to be able to focus on
themselves and their loved ones.  And relax, of course."

   "Second, I want all of you to know that you are safe.  We do radical
things here, and we know it.  Nothing that I am going to discuss is illegal
on Carradas.  Everyone here is an adult.  No one will be pushed into
anything that they don't want.  We have numerous representatives who can
help alleviate any of your concerns.  You can find them at the exits of
this room, at the main desk, and at our service desks on each floor."

   "Thirdly, if this is your first event here, welcome!  You have been
seated with someone who has been here before.  They've volunteered to be
your safety line.  They felt exactly the uncertainty that you do right now,
and they came back.  All we ask of you is to keep an open mind and consider
whether or not you want the same kind of happiness that they already have."

   If Melinda was concerned before Lacy started talking, now she was
downright alarmed.  She looked over at Angela, who returned a reassuring
smile with a little wink.  For whatever reason, Angela's total lack of fear
reassured her more than any words could have.  Still, she reached out and
held Marcus' hand.  She was here for him, just like he was here for her.

   "All right, I know a lot of you are ready to start your journey, but
everyone knows that I insist on speaking for a little while first.  I've
given the preliminaries, but I like to tell a little story before we get
started.  I need all of you, especially the mothers, to understand that I
was where you were, and it terrified me.  The uncertainty you must be
feeling right now is one thing, but what I most feared was losing my son."

   "Once upon a time, I was a happy, driven executive.  I'd worked my way
up the ladder at a company that was in a record growth period.  I traveled
the world and helped set up new offices in all parts of the world.  I had a
supportive husband who worked part-time and took care of the house and
kids. I had everything, and life was good.  For a few years."

   "Except, of course, everything was not good.  I learned this when I came
home after a particularly daunting trip.  I remember it well.  The meetings
had been stressful, the conflicts endless, and the trip back from Singapore
was sleepless.  I was tired and upset and just wanted to come home, eat,
and sleep.  I didn't pay attention when my daughter barely returned my
greeting.  I didn't particularly mind that my son didn't even look up from
his laptop.  I didn't even notice the grim expression on my husband's
face."

   "He brought me food and sat with me as I ate.  After a few minutes of
silence, I realized that something was wrong, and I asked him what.  He
told me that he wanted a separation.  I was stunned."

   "But I shouldn't have been.  He'd tried again and again to talk to me
about how distant he felt I was becoming.  About how our daughter was
becoming more rebellious and self-destructive.  About how our son was
sullen and resentful about anything having to do with me.  Then, while I
was still stunned, he asked me, quite calmly, if I had been having an
affair."

   "I hadn't been.  I know things happen in relationships, and some are
rebuilt, and others are not, but I hadn't gone in that direction.  Neither
had he, but his question was legitimate.  And in a way, I was having an
affair.  With my work, my sense of importance, and my money."

   "I broke down and felt guilty for that.  I felt like I was using tears
to blackmail my husband, but they were real.  Fortunately, I am blessed
with a wonderful family.  My husband gave me another chance.  I quit my
job, and we started our own, much less stressful business.  We worked
together, and when travel was required, we did so as a pair.  Sometimes we
took our daughter, who was by that point rebellious and argumentative in a
much more healthy and adolescent way.  She and I reconnected.  She told me
things that I wasn't prepared to hear, but that's not important right now.
She trusted me again, and I kept that trust."

   "The one exception was my son.  Even after a year, he still remained
surly and silent.  What was worse, now he extended it to my husband and
daughter.  He regarded their forgiveness as foolish and even betrayal. 
While I was gone, spending time mentoring other people, including many
young men, he had no mother.  He felt this more keenly than my daughter,
and of course, he lacked the longer-term perspective of his father.  I
confronted him about it, as his mother and an authority figure, and I
demanded that he tell me what I had to do to get him to forgive me.  Big
mistake."

   "He looked me in the eye and told me that he'd never forgive me.  That I
might have fooled his father and sister, but that he knew I was nothing but
a user, someone who had a family as a kind of prop for their life.  He
reminded me of a million little things that I had missed or left undone
with him.  Of course, they weren't little.  He told me about his first
girlfriend and first breakup, and the times he needed me.  He told me that
it wasn't my place to demand forgiveness and that he wouldn't ever give it.
If I wanted him to leave our house, he'd leave.  It was as simple as that.
He was eighteen and an adult.  But he wouldn't give in."

   "I was despondent.  Finally, I understood what I'd squandered.  The bond
between a mother and her son is sacred.  I had broken it with negligence
and arrogance.  I was in tears for the rest of the day until my husband
returned home.  That was when we had the talk."

   "Our new business was in the resort industry, hosting invite-only events
like this.  And he'd had an idea that came from a friend of ours.  Our
friend is a psychologist and researcher, someone who is very respected in
small, scholarly circles.  She'd written a paper.  It had been peer
reviewed, but never published.  She never thought that it could be, but
she'd shared it with my husband.  It was about a new therapeutic approach
to exactly our problem: reconnecting with beloved family members when the
relationship seemed hopelessly broken."

   "According to the paper, she'd had nearly one-hundred percent success.
Of course, I was interested.  I was more than interested.  My husband was
telling me that there might be hope, and I clung to that.  I didn't
understand why he hadn't brought it up sooner.  Then he told me what the
therapy was."

   "In simple terms, what the paper recommended and what my son and I
committed to, was a shared therapeutic process in a very controlled,
isolated, and relaxed environment, similar to the one that you are in now.
Infrasonic and subliminal messaging was used not to manipulate but to
reveal and release long-hidden emotions and desires.  Then, after a little
bit of priming, the people that needed to reconnect would engage in
exercises.  These exercises started with some simple physical contact and
shared activities.  They ended with unprotected sex."

   The room was shaken by a murmur of shock and even a few shouts.  Melinda
was too stunned to be angry.  Oh god, what must Marcus think of her?  She
looked at him, but his eyes were far away, and she knew that he must have
been imagining precisely what Lacy had been discussing.  As she sat there,
holding her son's hand for dear life, she saw some mothers, sons, or even
pairs leaving their tables.  They were panicking.  Melinda looked at the
stage.  Lacy continued to smile.  She had expected this. 

   "All right.  Those of you that are still with us, please take a deep
breath.  Everything is all right.  If anyone has left the room, rest
assured that they will be speaking with a therapist shortly.  I'm just
going to say one more thing, and then I'll let you review your guides in
peace.  If you keep an open mind and complete even a few of the exercises
we recommend, I guarantee that you will have a better relationship with
your son when you leave.  That is not idle talk.  We have a money-back
pledge that refunds you tenfold what you've paid to be here.  Incidentally,
my daughter was upset with me when she learned that her brother and I had
become lovers, but not because of what we'd done, but because she wanted
the same kind of closeness with her father and brother than I now had.  I
can honestly say that my entire family is together because of the journey
that you are now about to embark on."

   Lacy left the stage, the lights came up.  Melinda's heart raced in her
chest.  What was going on?  Were they being forced to...to rape their sons?
That was the only way she could understand it.  Surely, these young men
would not willingly engage in such activity.  This...this was monstrous. 
Then, she felt Angela's hand on her arm.  Melinda jumped slightly.

   "Melinda, look at me.  I'm relaxed.  William is, too.  I felt exactly
the same as you did.  Well, maybe not exactly.  William and I were fleeing
his father then, who was abusive and a monster.  I was terrified that I'd
landed in some other new kind of horror.  I wanted to protect my son more
than anything else in the world.  Is that what you want?"

   Melinda could only nod.  Angela smiled widely.

   "Then look at him now.  Really look.  Don't see with your fear, see with
your love.  He may not be able to answer, but what do you think he really
wants right now?  Do you think he wants to leave?  Or do you think he wants
to be closer to his mother?"

   Melinda, grasping for any solidity at all, looked at Marcus, pleadingly.
She felt awful, seeking strength from the one man she should be able to
safeguard, but she saw only warmth in return.  Marcus was flushed, and
there was no doubt, some of that was desire.  A heat that she'd never
allowed herself to notice was in his gaze.  She felt the familiar tingle of
arousal, and her own face grew hot.  It wasn't merely that, though.  It was
also overwhelming love, a connection that she could feel tenuously
reforming between them. 

   She decided then that they would stay.

   ---------------------------------------------

   What They Saw

   ---------------------------------------------

   Marcus was silent.  He honestly had no idea what he should do.  He felt
so many things.  Fear of forcing his mother to do things that she wouldn't
want.  Fear of her rejecting him and calling him a monster for his wants.
Love of his mother and an urgent need to protect her.  Melinda, however, no
longer appeared to be worried.  She and Angela were speaking quietly now,
they had moved their chairs so they could be closer, and Marcus couldn't
hear what they were whispering about.

   "Don't worry," William said, "It's going to be fine.  No one's going to
make either of you do anything.  The only thing this place is strict about
is privacy and safety.  Other than that, it's all just a lot of
suggestions."

   "Suggestions that we...we fuck our mothers."

   William laughed.

   "It's true.  I had a harder time facing that than you did, but I'm
guessing you've had a thing for her for a long time.  I'm not judging. 
Your mom is hot, and it's obvious that she loves you a lot.  There's
nothing wrong with any of it.  All I'm gonna say is to keep an open mind
and let your mom take the lead.  Oh, and my mom and I are in room 302 if
you need us."

   Marcus was thankful that there was someone at this Resort who seemed to
understand his struggles.  In a few minutes, things became weirdly routine.
People were talking animatedly at each table, but there was little outrage
or fear and more anticipation.  Resort representatives walked around and
passed out booklets to each table.  Marcus noticed that the one for sons
had a blue cover and the one for mothers was a deep green.  Each one came
with a red wristband that looked like it had some electronics in it.  He
flipped his book open, but it said clearly on the first page: "Do not read
this book until your mother allows you."

   A strange way to put something to an adult.  He was tempted to ignore
the restriction, but he looked up at his mother then, and she was already
flipping through the pages.  Angela was pointing at things, explaining
them.

   Marcus felt left out, but there was nothing to be done.  He passed the
time talking to William about video games, of all things.  They shared
similar tastes in both women and entertainment, it seemed.

   "Oh," William said, "one more thing.  Stuff might be a little slow to
get started, and you're not supposed to read the guide yet, but people are
allowed to, um, broadcast from cameras in their rooms.  When they're, you
know, fucking or whatever.  You can see some very hot stuff, but it's also
meant to normalize what's going on, so you can understand that you're part
of something bigger.  And the rest of the channels suck to be honest since
there's no real internet or cable here.  If you're bored, check it out."

   Marcus had tons of questions at this new revelation, but suddenly his
mother was standing and pulling on his arm, gently.  When had she stood up?
She smiled at him, trying and failing to conceal her nervousness.

   "We've got our room assigned.  Put on your wristband, they're used as
room keys and to pay for things.  Let's go."

   Marcus followed her out of the room, more confused than ever.

   * * *

   Melinda's mind seemed to be spinning as Marcus waved his wristband in
front of the door, and the lock clicked open.  He opened the door, then
held it for his mother.  Their bags were all stacked neatly inside, as
promised.

   As Melinda stepped inside, for just a moment, she felt a bit of the same
dizziness from before, although it passed much faster.  When the door
closed behind them, she felt herself tingle with a new awareness of how
close her son was to her, of how handsome and virile he was.  Was this part
of the "therapy" that Lacy had mentioned?  Were they being manipulated into
doing something?  Or was it simply revealing true feelings and desires, as
Angela had insisted in their quiet conversation after the presentation?

   Melinda doubted that it mattered either way.  She couldn't imagine that
Marcus would genuinely be interested in the exercises and games that were
in the guide, not with his aging mother, in any case.  That didn't mean
that she couldn't make the best of things.  They were on a beautiful
Caribbean island, after all.  His silence was concerning to her, however.
She decided that she needed a moment to think, away from her son.  He was
suddenly distracting to her in novel ways.

   "I'm um...going to freshen up," Melinda said, a bit ashamed of the
blatant lie, disappearing into the bathroom. 

   The door closed behind her, and she took in the furnishings.  The tile
and furnishings were all in matching dark gray marble.  There was a toilet
with a bidet.  A whole series of lotions and oils sat discreetly next to
the sink.  And the bathtub was quite large, more than enough for two of
them to be in comfortably.  There were even hand and footrests, which led
Melinda to imagine all manner of positions.  She blushed and once more felt
ashamed.

   "You can do this.  You can do anything for your son."

   The pep talk, as lame as it sounded to her, had the desired effect.  If
becoming close to her son again required extreme action, then she would
take it, so long as Marcus never got hurt.  She loved him, more than she
ever had her husband.  She felt a slight electrical tingling sensation from
her wristband, and her body relaxed, ever so slightly.  She remembered a
time a few weeks ago when she had seen a particularly explicit text message
pop up on her husband's phone as it sat on the kitchen table.  He hadn't
bothered locking it, and it was yet another reminder of his inability to be
faithful.  She had ended up sobbing quietly while making dinner.  Marcus
had found her there and hugged her spontaneously.  She hadn't explained
anything, but she had leaned gratefully into him for warmth and comfort. 
Now, in this strange place, she could admit that his presence had aroused
her as well. 

   Melinda sighed as the memory passed, then sat on the closed toilet and
flipped through the guide again.  Angela had told her not to worry too much
about the whole thing, and to just take it one step at a time.  There was
text, but also images.  The images were almost hilariously mundane, like
those from an airplane safety card, but what they showed...

   Melinda forced herself to focus on the first page. 

   Remember that all exercises and games are designed with precise
requirements in mind.  Some deviation is expected, but for optimum results,
obey all instructions to the best of your ability.  Note that this guide
uses common terms for sexual anatomy to be more approachable. 

   Number 1: Sit next to your son on your bed.  Encourage physical contact.
This can be as simple as one of you placing an arm around the other or
hand-holding.  Ideally, at one point, you should encourage your son to rest
his head in your lap.  At this stage, discussion is fine but not required.
Please feel free to enjoy a movie or other entertainment program.  If other
rooms are broadcasting, take advantage of the situation.  Seeing others
enjoy themselves will better help you to relax and slip into a newer,
stronger relationship.

   The image showed a mother and her adult son, sitting side by side, her
arm around him protectively.  All right, she thought, she could do that. 
She moved to the second exercise on the page, and that really got her heart
racing.

   Number 2: Initiate first sexual contact.  Remember that this is a
process.  You may skip ahead, especially if you have done this before, but
if this is your first time, its best to restrict yourself and allow
escalation to proceed normally.  Do not worry if you or he are unable to
perform this task yet.  If it doesn't work in your room, take a walk down
to the beach and find an isolated spot, or go down to our day spa. 
Whatever your comfort level is, engage there and don't be afraid to try
again if either of you isn't ready yet. 

   The first sexual contact should emphasize your role as caregiver.  You
may feel that this runs opposite to being your son's lover.  This is
incorrect.  Sating his desires will make him see you as someone that he can
trust and rely on.  You will share something both beautiful and secret, and
it will bring you both together.

   Proceed directly to this step from exercise one if you are able.  Begin
with light touching and caressing.  Do not touch his erogenous zones yet.
Instead, run your fingers through his hair.  Gently rub his chest or back.
Caress his arms and legs but rest the urge to make fully sexual contact
yet. He will let you know when he is ready with either a look, request, or
sound.

   When he does so, touch his cock from outside of his clothes.  Ask him if
he is comfortable with this contact.  If he is, ask him if he would like to
touch you.  Tell him that he is attractive and that you very much would
like him to.  Be a little bit forward but don't push.  If he's not ready,
he will tell you.  At this point, let him touch you and explore your body,
to a degree.  Anything you are comfortable with is fine, except your pussy.
Let him see it if you want to but restrict him.  If he asks why tell him
that you are eager to please him first.  This is critical to
re-establishing your caregiver role.

   When he's ready, ask him to strip.  He may balk at this, but remind him
that you find him very handsome and encourage him gently.  As he does so,
remove your top only, including your bra.  Keep your pussy covered.  He may
want to touch you but tell him that this is for him, although you very much
want to do it.

   When he is completely naked, have him lay on his back with his head in
your lap.  Play with his hair and relax.  He's your son.  For this event at
least, you belong to each other and no one else.  Ask him if he would like
to play with your breasts.  Walk him through what you enjoy, and then ask
him to suck on them as he did when he was younger.  He will. 

   While he does so, you may feel pleasure.  If you do, let him know either
by telling him directly or allowing yourself to moan.  Encourage him to do
the same as you pleasure him.  In this case, take his cock in your hand and
gently stroke it.  You may use lotion or other lubricants.  Encourage him
to suck and play with your breasts as you stroke him to completion.  When
he is done, consume some of his sperm as he watches.  This completes the
second exercise.

   Melinda sat and stared at the words and the accompanying pictures.  They
were so plain and clinical, but what they described was anything but.  She
was deeply excited by them, but would Marcus accept it?  Maybe this was too
much after all.

   * * *

   Marcus frowned.  His mother was a terrible liar.  She didn't need to
"freshen up," she was gorgeous and looked perfect in her sundress.  She was
panicked but didn't want to show it.  She always had to be in control, to
be strong.  Why couldn't she see that he was strong too?  Maybe if she
confided in him more, then she would see him as more than just a son.

   No.  It was best not to entertain such thoughts.  If Marcus let his mind
go too far down that road, he might be unable to control himself in the
wrong situation, and that would be awful. 

   It was then that Marcus noticed that there was only one bed in the room.
He sighed deeply.  Whatever else it was, the Resort was committed to
bringing mothers and sons closer together.  The room wasn't large, but it
was beautiful.  There was a balcony which overlooked the beach and what
looked like another, smaller island a few kilometers off the shore.  A huge
flatscreen TV was set into the wall, and he could see speakers for a sound
system discretely built into the corners of the room. 

   Marcus laid the bags out neatly, then relaxed back on the bed.  Bored,
he picked up the remote and turned the television on.  There were only a
few channels, movies, mostly romantic, some action.  A lot of old tv shows.
It would seem that the presenter didn't lie.  There wasn't anything like
real internet or cable here.  Of course, if she'd been telling the truth
about that...

   Marcus looked at the remote and saw a large green button labeled "room
feeds." Next to it was a red one that said "broadcast room." He hit the
green button impulsively before he lost his nerve. 

   Now the display changed from a relatively dull channel guide to an
interactive series of small windows.  Each one contained a feed, with a
room number above it.  The feed smoothly tracked and moved to best capture
the occupants, and Marcus realized that there must be several hidden
cameras with fairly advanced tracking technology in all of the suites. 

   Marcus didn't select one at first.  He just began to scroll through
them. There weren't a huge number.  There were probably a thousand rooms at
this Resort, including the bungalows outside, and there were maybe only
forty or fifty broadcasting. 

   One was pretty conventional, showing a woman and her son playing some
kind of card game together on the bed.  They looked like they were having
fun, though.  He flipped through a few. 

   Oh.  That one had an older redhead making out with what must be her
adult son.  Marcus didn't really find either of them attractive, but the
idea was intoxicating.  They were still wearing their clothes and weren't
doing any more than making out, but there was a visible flame of desire.

   He went on.  Finally, something a bit lewder was displayed.  A woman,
maybe his mother's age, a bit overweight, was nude and sitting on a bed
much like his.  Her son sat beside her, also wearing no clothes.  He had a
rapt expression on his face, and Marcus realized it was because his mother
was stroking his rather large cock as she spoke to him.  They looked a
little awkward and unsure, which made Marcus sure that it was real.  This
was a couple like him and his mother, new to the whole idea.  They were
doing the "exercise" that the presenter had recommended.  Suddenly and with
little warning, the young man on the screen began to cum.  It shocked his
mother, too, and she caught a bit of it in her face, but she took it with
good humor.  That was pretty good, but he really only caught the ending.

   He flipped through a few more channels.  One feed had familiar figures
on it and was labeled with a room number that he recognized.  302.  He
selected it. 

   There was Angela.  God, she was beautiful.  He wouldn't pick her over
his own mother, but she was sexy, and he couldn't believe what he was
seeing.  She was slender and toned, if not muscled, and her breasts looked
lovely.  On the screen, William lay back on the bed, enjoying the show his
mother was putting on. 

   Marcus realized that he couldn't hear what was going on, and he saw that
the mute button was selected.  He hit it again to turn it off.  Sudden
surround sound filled his room.  It was like he was right there, with them.
He was already hard, but now he knew that he must be dripping.  He'd need
to jack off, and soon, or else he'd stain his pants.

   As he watched, Angela began to speak in a playful and teasing tone.

   "Oh, no, no, no.  How did I go so wrong with you?  You used to be so
polite to me.  Such a gentleman.  Now...you just make demands of me."

   "Oh, come on, mom.  You can play the sweet and proper Italian mama at
home, but here we both know you're my slut."

   Marcus's breath caught.  He couldn't imagine saying something like that
to his own mother, and he suddenly felt bad for Angela.  But then he
noticed her smile deepen, and with the excellent sound system, he could
even hear her breath speed up a little.  This was...a game for them? 
Foreplay? 

   "You know, talking to me like that won't get your cock wet any faster,
young man," Angela spoke as if scolding a small child for stealing a sweet
rather than her own son calling her a slut.

   "Oh sure, as if you could ever tell me what to do.  You know what?  You
do whatever you want.  I'm going to go find someone younger to fuck."

   Marcus actually gasped at this.  Surely that was too far.  The TV was
ultra HD, and he could make out Angela's face clearly.  She was angry now,
not just playful.  She stepped forward and slapped her son across the face.
Hard.  Marcus flinched in sympathy. 

   William moaned.  He actually moaned.  He mumbled something under his
breath, suddenly much more submissive.  Had he been provoking her?

   "Oh, I can't hear you, little man.  Did you have something that you
wanted to say to your mommy?"

   "I'm sorry, mama.  I'll be good for you."

   William's voice was much smaller, but Marcus finally understood,
watching the two of them.  This was a dance that they'd played many times
before.  Maybe they'd made love in other ways, but this was the core of
their sexual union.  William needed his mother to dominate him, and she
needed to take charge.  It was easy for Marcus to see two layers to the
scene on the television: one was of a very sensual game, but the other was
the give and take of experienced lovers.  This wasn't like any porn that
he'd ever seen before.  This was...something much deeper.

   As Marcus watched, Angela pushed her son back onto the bed.  He gave no
resistance.  Then she smiled at him, her face full of love, and took his
entire cock into her mouth and throat in one movement.  Both William and
Marcus moaned then in sync.  It was mesmerizing.

   It was so mesmerizing, in fact, that Marcus had failed to notice the
bathroom door opening and his mother stopping dead in her tracks.

   Melinda watched the tv in shock.  Should she turn it off?  She looked
over at Marcus and saw that he was enraptured by what he saw.  Again she
felt the stab of jealousy and the sick feeling that followed it.  Marcus
finally noticed her presence and blushed, then lowered his eyes in shame.

   Melinda felt her feelings change rapidly again.  Weren't they adults on
the screen?  Weren't they willingly performing?  And so many others were
doing the same thing here, at this very moment.  Even if it was taboo, it
wasn't illegal here.  So what if Marcus enjoyed watching two attractive
people who loved one another?  She did too if she were honest.  And here
she was, making her son feel ashamed on vacation, further driving a wedge
between them.

   No.  She wouldn't allow it.  She'd make this work, and encourage him to
have fun, even if she couldn't.

   And, a little voice in the back of her mind said, maybe we could try
some of these things too.  After all, if this place had worked for both
Natalie and Angela...

   "Do you want to watch this together?  I mean, if you're bothered by it
or if you want to watch it alone, I understand.  I don't want you to be
uncomfortable, but...  we're already here, and, well, I did want to spend
more time with you."

   Marcus' expression could best be described as comical shock, and Melinda
involuntarily giggled.  Marcus laughed too, and she could see her son
visibly relax.

   "Um, if you're sure you don't mind, I really do want to watch it.  It's
really...uh, hot to me?  I'd like you to stay with me, though.  If you
enjoy it.  I don't want you to stay through something that you'd rather not
see.  If you don't want to watch it, we can go to the beach or do something
else..."

   As her son trailed off, Melinda realized that he had, unintentionally,
trapped her with his own virtue.  If she wanted her son to enjoy this, she
had to admit that she wanted to see this too.  Although she was
embarrassed, she was touched by her son's attentiveness.  And he did wish
to spend time with her.  That much was clear. 

   Melinda, at that moment, fully admitted to herself that she would do
anything to rebuild her relationship with Marcus.  Anything. 

   And, as Angela had brazenly stated earlier, Marcus found his mother very
attractive.  Melinda bit her lip and squirmed involuntarily, suddenly
grateful that her son was too inexperienced to understand the genuine
struggle that she was fighting.

   Love was telling her to do many different things.  Part of her was
afraid of hurting her son through sex and lust.  Part of her was still
fearful that he would reject her.  The last part was telling her to join
her son on the bed and bond with him in ways that she had never previously
imagined.

   Fuck it, Melinda thought.  I'm overcomplicating things.  She smiled and
touched the side of her son's face, the way he used to when he did
something endearing.

   "Scoot over.  I'm sitting next to you, and we're going to watch this and
talk about it like adults," Melinda said, stunned by the confidence she
heard in her own voice, "and, um, if you want, maybe later, we can try some
of the exercises?  "

   * * *

   Melinda was hesitant at first, but she sat by her son on the bed, and
reached out and held his hand.  Despite his being an adult, it felt like
the most natural thing in the world.  Together, they watched what unfolded
on the screen. 

   While Melinda and Marcus had their brief conversation, things had heated
up between Angela and William.  She'd stopped blowing him, worried that he
might cum too fast, and was straddling him now, sliding down his rather
considerable cock.  At last, with a little shimmy of her hips and jiggle of
her breasts, she'd taken all of him. 

   Melinda moaned in concert with Angela.  It wasn't fake or a show. 
Marcus was right next to her.  Marcus, her son.  Her handsome, virile son,
who's bulging pants were impossible to ignore.  His palm had become sweaty
in hers, and she'd noticed that he was sitting more rigid now.

   "Hey, sweetie," Melinda said with love, her voice husky with repressed
need, "you're really tense.  I meant what I said.  I love you and want to
watch this with you.  Would you feel better if you laid your head in my
lap? That way you can watch and I can...touch you a little bit."

   Marcus didn't answer, but lay his head on his mother's lap, facing the
television.  He shuddered slightly as her hand began to stroke his arm, but
then he relaxed.  He trusted and loved his mother, Melinda realized.  He
wasn't that far removed from her at all.

   As Angela moved up and down and rolled her hips on her son's cock,
Melinda stroked Marcus' chest.  She could hear his breath speed up, and she
wondered if he wanted to touch himself.  Melinda wouldn't allow it.  Not
right now.

   That was her right.  Her duty. 

   Angela was speeding up now, almost desperate in her arousal.  William
was playing with her breasts, squeezing them.  As they approached climax
together, Melinda passed the point of no return.  She moved her hand down
to the bulging crotch of her son's pants and ran her palm over it.  Got, he
was so hard, and she realized it wasn't just for what was happening on the
screen.  She then unbuttoned her son's belt and fly, but went no further.

   "Honey," Melinda said, her voice quivering, "would you like it if mommy
made you feel good?" 

   Melinda didn't even bother mentioning it was for the exercise in the
guide.  It was the most natural thing in the world, she thought, to want to
please your son.

   Marcus nodded, unable to reply.  His breath was quick now. 

   Angela cried out, and William groaned on the screen.  They had climaxed
together.  It was among the most erotic things either Melinda or Marcus had
ever seen.  As Angela rose from her son's cock, a tremendous amount of
semen flowed out.  God, they weren't even using a condom.

   That could be us, Melinda thought and decided at once that it would be
soon.  But not yet.  It wouldn't do to scare Marcus off.

   "Stand up and take your clothes off," Melinda instructed gently.

   Marcus stood and looked down at his mother, pensively. 

   "You're the most handsome young man in the world, Marcus," Melinda said
honestly, "and right now mommy wants to see all of you.  Would you do that
for me?"

   Marcus nodded, all doubt gone from his mind.  He unbuttoned his shirt
and took it off, revealing his firm chest and stomach.  He was not in
perfect shape, but he was handsome and fit.  Then he unzipped his fly and
removed his pants and boxers, stepping out of them.  He briefly covered his
erect cock, embarrassed, but seeing his mother's hungry expression, stopped
and let it stand free.

   "Oh god," Melinda said, honestly, "you've got such a beautiful cock.  Do
you know that?  It's nice and thick and dripping and ready.  Are you that
turned on for mommy?"

   Marcus nodded.

   "Good," Melinda said, getting into the spirit, "We're going to do
something that we used to do when you were tiny, just a bit differently."

   Then, slowly, not because she was hesitating but because she knew what
men liked, Melinda pushed the straps of her sundress off of her shoulders
and let it drop to her waist.  Her large, full breasts hung freely and
sagged a bit.  She would ordinarily have been very self-conscious of her
appearance and afraid of rejection.  She felt completely at ease with her
son, however, and knew that he would be an attentive and kind lover. 

   Marcus' eyes were locked to his mother's breasts and the way that her
nipples had hardened.  He was a virgin, but he knew what that meant.  She
was excited for him.  She wanted him.

   There was no going back now, for either of them.  Melinda patted her
lap. 

   "Lay on your back with your head on my lap."

   Marcus did so swiftly.  Melinda looked down at him with love and
devotion, remembering other times he had rested like that.  She let her
hand caress his chest and stomach, and when she stopped there, Marcus
thrust his hips up and made a needy little sound.  It was manly, to be
sure, but Melinda still found it to be adorable.  She smiled.

   "No.  Not yet.  Don't worry, baby.  Mommy's going to take care of you. I
just need you to do something first, ok?"

   Marcus nodded, eager, not only for his mother's touch but to please her
in every way.

   "Good.  Would you suck on mommy's nipples?  I need to feel you again
like I used to.  You can feel my breasts, too, if you like."

   Marcus blinked, and then hesitantly tilted his head up and sucked on her
left breast.  She tasted a bit salty, and there was a faint hint of the
citrus lotion that she liked, but there was something else.  A very
familiar and welcome flavor.  He reached up without thinking and squeezed
his mother's other breast gently. 

   Melinda moaned at the sensation of her son's lips on her nipple.  Oh
god, how could this be so good?  She positioned her left arm underneath her
son's head, supporting him as best she could, much like she would have when
he was a child.  He was sucking firmly now, eyes closed, increasing in
intensity.  If she'd had milk, she'd have given it freely.  She didn't care
how strange others would have found it.  She felt close to him again, that
blessed closeness that only a mother and son could share.

   Melinda let her right hand explore her son's chest again, then his
stomach, and then, finally wrapped her soft, delicate fingers around his
hard cock.  He groaned loudly into her breasts, and his sucking increased.
She realized then that she was soaking wet.

   "Oh, what a bad mommy, I am," Melinda said, suddenly realizing that
she'd forgotten something.  Marcus released her nipple and looked at her
plaintively, need plain on his face.  Looking over, there was a bottle of
lotion conveniently located on the bed stand, next to another bottle of
lubricant.  She smiled and put a generous amount in her right hand.

   "There," Melinda said and began to spread the lotion on her son's
throbbing erection, "now get back to sucking, mister.  That feels good, you
know."

   Marcus required no further instruction and returned to his task with
vigor as Melinda stroked him up and down, making sure that her son's cock
was covered with the thick, smooth lotion.  He moaned, and his left hand
grasped her right breast now, harder, and Melinda returned with her own
moan.  She'd never felt this sensitive to any man's touch before.  Melinda
felt her son's need then and sped up.  He needed release. 

   Marcus moaned, again and again, sweat on his brow.  His hips thrust up
to meet her strokes, but he did not cum.  Melinda worried then.  Was she
doing something wrong?  Then she realized what it must be.  She had crossed
the barrier, but Marcus wasn't there yet.  She knew what she had to do.

   "Marcus, will you cum for me now, please?  I want to feel your hot,
sticky seed on my skin, baby.  I need it so badly.  I want to see it and
smell it and..."

   She never got to finish.  Marcus cried out, finally ending his sucking,
spurt after spurt of semen pumping from his cock.  Melinda didn't let up,
even as it covered her hand and spread on her son's stomach.  Some even
landed on her chest, and she inhaled deeply, remembering well the scent of
hot, fresh seed.

   "Oh, god, mom!" Marcus cried out, finally.  Then he was silent.  Spent.
Melinda giggled just a little bit, proud of herself, and pleased with him.
Without even thinking a bit, she started to lick his cum off of her hand.
She'd never truly enjoyed the taste before, and even now it was salty and
thick and perhaps a little too musky, but it was her son's, and she wanted
all of it.  She needed no guide to tell her what to do.

   Marcus opened his eyes and watched his mother lick and suck his seed
from her lovely hand, then she even took the dollop from her chest and ate
it too.  He was astonished at how lewd this act was, even after being
masturbated to completion by his own mother.  And deep inside, he felt
something respond to the sight.  She loved him and everything that came
from him.  Completely.  Both as a mother and now as a lover. 

   Marcus sat up then and kissed Melinda for the first time on the lips. 
It was passionate and earnest and inexperienced.  Melinda shuddered and
moaned as she let her tongue enter her son's mouth.  She realized with some
shock that she had just achieved orgasm.  From a single kiss. 

   This was working out to be quite a vacation.

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   Afternoon Heat

   ---------------------------------------------

   Marcus lay, still nude, on the bed, and allowed his mother to clean him
with a warm washcloth.  He felt more cared for than he could ever remember.
He felt a slight tingling in his wrist, and he remembered a time when he
had been direly sick in his freshman year.  His mother had stayed home and
cared for him and made him feel safe and loved.  He smiled at the memory
because despite being ill, he had felt very close to her.

   "There," she said.  All done. 

   Marcus looked up at her.  She was walking around topless, only white
panties covering her sex.  He was still enthralled with how she moved and
shifted.  He couldn't get over how she had allowed him to touch her
breasts. They were large with the natural sag of gravity but still had an
upturn, nothing like he had seen in pornography, and perfect, in his
opinion.  And she had jerked him off so well, better than he'd ever
expected. 

   "Can I make you feel good now, mom?"

   Melinda almost shouted yes, but then she remembered the guide.  There
was no doubt that there was something to that book.  She'd just engaged in
very explicit behavior with her own flesh and blood, and they felt closer
now, not awkward or guilty at all.  Whatever the combination of the
subliminal effects of the Resort and the exercises from the guide was doing
to them, she liked it.

   "No.  I mean, maybe.  I'd like to follow the guide if that's okay with
you.  I think it's been perfect for both of us so far."

   "All right.  Can I read mine yet?"

   Melinda laughed.  Angela had mentioned that her son would be asking. 

   "No.  Be a good boy and mind your mother."

   "All right then.  Maybe we could do the next exercise then if you're not
tired.  If you want to rest or anything..."

   "Oh, Marcus.  I'm not halfway to tired yet.  I'll tell you what, let me
read ahead and see what's next.  You can put something on the tv if you
want while I do it."

   Melinda sat on the bed next to where her son lay and opened the guide
up. She was still a bit afraid of what it might say, but now she had a
great feeling of anticipation as well.

   Marcus, meanwhile flipped through the rooms currently broadcasting. 
Eventually, he found one with a dark-skinned woman pleasuring not one, but
two young men, obviously her sons.  She alternated between blowing one,
then the other, always stroking the other with her hand.  She was adept at
it, clearly from long practice, and the two young men were obviously
getting close to climax.  They were urging her on, telling her how
beautiful she looked, and she was responding, moving faster and faster.

   Satisfied that Marcus had something to keep him from being bored,
Melinda read the guide.

   Number 3: If Number 2 went smoothly, then feel free to press on.  If
not, then repeat as needed.  For this exercise, we will give your son a
chance to be the man you need him to be.  Even if he is not a virgin, odds
are that he has much less sexual experience than you and that many of the
ideas that he has about sex come from the debasement of women in
pornography.  This step will help you to eliminate those ideas and replace
them with thoughts of how to please you, whether that be from tender
lovemaking or brutal violation.

   Melinda actually blushed at the sudden turn of the last sentence.  Did
she need that from Marcus?  No, but it might be fun to be ravished a little
bit, from time to time. 

   The critical goal of this exercise is to encourage your son to enjoy
pleasuring you.  Every boy has a natural urge to please his mother and make
her proud.  You probably already are proud of your son.  Give him a chance
to give back to you, and he will be grateful for it.

   We start this exercise with subtlety.  Begin by masturbating near your
son.  He should be awake, so he can hear, see, and smell your activity. 
You should not draw attention to yourself artificially.  Simply allow your
body to bloom, and make the sounds that you usually would.  Your son will
notice.

   When your son notices, think of a compelling fantasy that you've had in
the past.  It can be something you've done or entirely fictional.  In any
case, imagine that your son is the one you're with instead of anyone else.
When you've fully brought that image to mind, ask your son if he is
enjoying watching you.  If you are happy touching yourself, and he's happy
watching, continue this way for a while.  If you would like your son to
pleasure you, go on.

   Tell your son what you're thinking of, and remove your panties if you
have not already.  Take his hand and guide it to your pussy.  At this
point, you will describe your fantasy to him in detail, while you guide his
hands to touch you how you like.  He can be rough or gentle, shallow or
deep, based entirely on your preference.  Continue in this fashion until
you have achieved release.  If you orgasm before finishing your fantasy,
start another, allowing whatever comes to your mind to flow freely from
your mouth.

   Optional: If you enjoy oral pleasure, ask your son to go down on you. 
Be straight forward as before, and guide him.  While you do so, continue
your prior fantasy or express another way in which you would like to engage
sexually with him.  This is ideal because it gives him a chance to "go
first" and will make him desire your mouth even more in step 4.
Good lord, Melinda thought.  She was expecting further sexual contact,
and she was desperately hoping that she would get a chance to be pleasured
by her son.  That still left her feeling a little wobbly, but what
terrified her was her fantasies.  What would he think of her?  Was it too

much too fast?

   No, she thought with resolve.  I'm going, to be honest with him, and
I'll deal with the consequences.

   Melinda looked over at her son, still enraptured with the woman and her
sons.  She had just finished making them both cum all over her, and it
looked like they were going to pleasure her next.  Perfect. 

   Melinda relaxed her mind and slowly, gently slid her hand into her
panties.  She played with her lips lightly first, as was almost a ritual
for her, gentle contact that she never had from her husband.  Then she
began to very gently rub around her clit, teasing herself.  She'd never
done this for an audience, so she worried that she wouldn't be able to. 
Then she caught the enticing scent of her son's body mixed with his seed,
and she was on the cusp of another orgasm already.  She slipped a finger
inside of herself, and her whole body shook as she moaned aloud. 

   "Marcus," she whispered, without thinking.  She hadn't been trying to
get his attention, he was just what was on her mind.

   Melinda looked over at her son, who was now completely ignoring the
television for her.  She was flattered in ways that she had never
considered before.  On TV other women were performing the most explicit
acts, but he preferred to watch his own mother masturbate.

   "What a good boy you are," Melinda said, "paying attention to your
mother like this.  Do you want to help me get off?  I'd really like you to.
I've been so turned on since I made you cum earlier, you wouldn't believe
it."

   Melinda was astonished at what she was saying.  This wasn't like her at
all.  Marcus didn't mind.

   "I want to make you happy, mom.  Just tell me what you want.  Anything."

   He was so eager.  Melinda smiled and then hooked her thumbs in the
waistband of her panties, lifted her hips, and pulled them off.  She
suspected she wouldn't be wearing a lot of underwear this week.

   "Give me your hand.  I'm going to guide you, so you know how to make me
cum, and tell you a little fantasy I have, okay?"

   Marcus obliged and let her put his hand on her pussy.  He made a small
noise in his throat when he felt her wetness for the first time, and it
made Melinda smile to see him start to harden again. 

   "That's good baby, put your thumb there...gently!  No, it didn't hurt,
but...I get very sensitive there, and it's easy to make it feel not so
good. Now sort of tease it, very lightly.  Good boy."

   Marcus smiled and enjoyed the effect he had on his mother.  She was
powerless to conceal the occasional moan and gasp, and he realized that he
wanted to give her so much more than this. 

   As Marcus got into the swing of things, Melinda stopped manually guiding
him, instead of laying back and enjoying the sensation.  She almost forgot
the other part of the exercise entirely.

   "Oh, well, I suppose I should tell you whats...oh fuck...just like that,
baby, keep doing that.  What's on my mind, I mean.  When I was touching
myself just now."

   "Yes, mom," Marcus said, voice thick with need, "I want to make you
happy."

   "Oh, you are," Melinda said, then giggled seductively.  She hadn't done
anything like that since was a nineteen-year-old sorority pledge with an
incredible libido.  Maybe that was coming back to her now.  "As I was
saying, I have this wonderful fantasy of you.  You're dressed in a suit and
tie, and you look amazing.  You buy me a dress, and it's very daring, no
back, a lot of cleavage, black and simple.  Oh...oh god Marcus, that feels
so nice.  You put it on me.  I'm not wearing a bra, just panties.  I'm
already turned on, but you get out some thigh-highs, sheer and tight and
roll them on me.  Then you put my shoes on.  By the time you're done, I
don't want to go out anymore, I'm so wet for you."

   Melinda had to go on as the guide had instructed, but it was becoming
more challenging to focus.  Marcus really was a quick study.

   "But you have plans, and you're so good to me.  All I really want is for
you to spend time with me, and take me to dinner, in my fantasy.  In this
dream, you want that too.  You take me to a nice restaurant, hold doors for
me, and put your hand on the small of my back.  Oh, god, your fingers feel
so good!  Sorry...you comment about which men are checking me out, and I
blush with excitement.  I ask you why you're not embarrassed to be here
with your old mother, and you say that every man here thinks that I'm your
date and wishes that I belonged to them.  You take my wrist in your hand
then, very firmly, although not hurtfully so.  Then you look me in the eyes
and tell me that I belong to you.  I almost cum right there."

   Melinda moaned then, loudly, as Marcus moved his fingers just slightly
differently, experimenting for effect.  She smiled at him encouragingly,
then took his hand and repositioned it, taking two of his fingers and
guiding them towards her entrance.  He slid them in then, slowly, so
slowly, and she shuddered with his tantalizing gentleness, then she guided
him in how fast and deep to thrust, and put his palm where she could grind
against it.  All of this was done without saying a single word.

   "As I was saying, you've confidently seized me and told me that I belong
to you.  If anyone else had done that, anyone at all, I would have been
offended.  I probably would have just left.  But coming from you I'm
flattered and full of desire.  Yes, baby, just a little faster, good boy.
We eat and flirt.  I slide my foot up the inside of your leg, and you look
at me with this heat in your eyes.  Yes, just like you're looking at me
right now, with your fingers so deep inside me."

   "Then we leave, and instead of going back to the car, you lead me on a
slow walk down a boardwalk.  I think you know the one I mean.  There's that
hotel there, and you confidently walk in.  You don't check-in, you got the
room earlier.  You tell me that you know that Jessica might be home later
and we needed some us time.  I'm touched that you realized that I'd been
feeling needy lately, and you lead me into the room.  You stop being gentle
there."

   "You aren't rough, not really.  I don't mind it if you get a little
rough with me.  I'm not fine china, and I do like it when a man bruises me
a little bit.  But this isn't roughness.  It's firmness.  I realize then
that whatever my desire is, yours must be deeper.  Oh, god, Marcus, I love
how you're touching me...it makes it so hard to keep...to keep talking.  I
feel bad now for teasing you.  You push me forward, so I have to get on my
hands and knees on the bed.  You don't let me take my shoes off, even.  I
feel you quickly pull the hem of my dress up over my waist and pull my
panties down.  I hope that you see how wet I am for you.  I want you to
know that...well, I'm your mate, in a primal way.  Only you make me like
this.  Then I hear you unzipping, and your cock is...god, it's right there,
and it's lovely and thick, and it's pushing into me.  I cum then...oh
fuck...  Marcus...don't stop, please don't stop please..."

   Melinda cried out, again and again as powerful orgasms ran through her
body.  It could have been one long one or many smaller ones, she would
never know.  In the end, she was just saying her son's name, over and over,
as she shuddered in the aftershocks.

   "Oh, Marcus, Marcus, Marcus..."

   Then there was just the silence of the room and her own panting like a
bitch in heat.  Melinda hadn't cum like that in years, and yet she was
still horny.  She felt vaguely guilty for it, as though she should be
satisfied and grateful.  Marcus surprised her then. 

   Melinda had been lost in the dim half-aware state of post-orgasm bliss,
so she hadn't noticed when her son had crawled up closer to her.  The first
sign that she of what he planned was when she felt his hot mouth on her
thighs, kissing gently and then experimentally nipping.  She cried out, but
not in shock or pain. 

   "Oh god, yes, Marcus, please.  Mommy needs your tongue so badly, please.
I'll teach you..."

   Melinda supposed they would be doing the optional part after all. 
Marcus was inexperienced but eager.  His tongue wandered everywhere but
soon, Melinda had guided him to the right area.  She moaned, but this time
she remembered her part, even if her son's efforts were driving her crazy.

   "Fuck.  I have...another fantasy, baby.  It's dirtier, and I feel a bit
guilty for it, but it's so powerful.  We're home, and it's summer.  You're
going away to college, and it's driving me mad with love and desire.  I
want you to go and enjoy life and get a girlfriend and be happy, but I also
want you to stay.  I've decided that I can't be cautious any more.  I make
us all dinner and dress in that tight little housedress that I think you
like.  You know, the blue one that's really a little too small for me? 
Mmm, that's it, baby, you're doing a great job with your tongue.  Once
dinner is over, the night goes agonizingly slowly.  Eventually, everyone
goes to sleep.  Not me, though.  I sneak out of my bedroom.  Your father is
in there, and I don't care.  He doesn't love me anymore, and I don't want
him.  I've never wanted him like I want you.  I don't knock, I just come
in. I'm wearing a very short, black teddy, see-through when it's backlit by
the streetlight outside the window.  I see that you're awake too.  You look
at me with so much love in your eyes, and I know what I really want."

   "Oh fuck that feels so good baby, oh my god yes put your fingers in me
oh fuck...I suppose I should hurry up and finish before I...finish.  So you
see me, really see me.  I close the door gently and take the teddy off.  I
don't even like wearing clothes when its just the two of us now.  I pull
back the sheets, and you're nude and hard, and I'm so grateful for how much
you love me.  I straddle your cock as I feel your hands on my waist,
exploring my breasts."

   "I love it, you know.  I love your hands on me.  I ride you then.  It's
not slowly as I would like.  We both have needs, and we don't have a lot of
time.  I ride you fast, and you're close already.  I realize then that
while I want to cum, I want you to cum much more.  I desperately want to
please you, because you're my man.  Like you want to please me now.  Your
grip grows tighter on my waist, and soon you're pushing me up and pulling
me down in rhythm."

   "I guess I don't go fast enough because you suddenly grunt and roll me
over on to my back.  I don't complain, I gasp in astonishment.  You put my
legs up on your shoulders, and then enter me again.  I use your hand to
cover my mouth.  Marcus, don't stop...please, keep hitting that spot. 
You're so deep when you enter a woman like that, baby.  And I love it.  And
you're fucking me now, hard.  Not rough, but really needfully.  I
understand what I want from you before you go to college then."

   "Are you sure you want to hear this baby?  Well, I feel you driving
deeply inside me, and I tell you what I want you to do.  We've been careful
before, at least a little bit.  You've been pulling out or finishing in my
mouth.  Tonight I don't want that.  I beg you to fill me with your cum, to
bury yourself deep inside of me, and you just nod.  God, you've got me so
worked up, baby!  We change positions so that I can wrap my legs around you
and you're driving into me so hard there's an audible slapping noise.  We
should be more careful, but we're both so aroused.  Then it happens.  I
cum, and you cum.  I hold you in place, my legs locked around you.  I feel
you pumping stream after stream of your cum inside me.  I feel it filling
me, and I imagine it entering my waiting womb and spilling out around your
cock.  I feel sure that my son has just impregnated me."

   Melinda couldn't talk after that.  Marcus was excited now, and he was
giving his all, tongue and fingers rushing, and she was over the edge and
falling now.  A wave crashed over her, and for just a moment, she lost
consciousness, hearing her own screams reverberate across the room.

   Melinda came to moments later, and Marcus was looking at her expectantly
from between her legs, his face glistening with her lubrication.  She
smiled at him.

   "Good boy," she said, "very good boy.  Come up here now."

   Marcus did, and they kissed again.  Melinda tasted herself on his mouth,
and it filled her with joy to feel that she had such a giving son.  Then,
wordlessly, they got under the sheets, wrapped them around each other, and
slept.

   * * * 

   Melinda woke up first, and she recognized that the light from outside
had changed to that of late afternoon.  Time didn't seem to exist here. 
She loved the beach, and typically she would have woken her son up to go
for a walk, but on this day only the room existed.  Only her and her son.
Only her and her lover. 

   Melinda blushed to think of it, not as a woman with over four decades of
life and sex behind her, but like a former virgin waking on the day after
her wedding.  She felt guilt and shame but not as severely as she would
have thought.  Mostly, she felt satisfaction as she watched Marcus sleep
and possessiveness that she was unfamiliar with. 

   She allowed her son to rest and read the guide in the dim light. 
Melinda was excited now and eager to keep going.  If she could, she wanted
to reach that last step that day.  She didn't know what the intervening
exercises would be, but she knew that the last one would be full,
unprotected sex with her own son.  She felt a tingle in her wrist as if it
were encouraging such thoughts.

   The idea of Marcus emptying himself inside her excited her almost beyond
the capacity for thought.  This morning she was terrified that she'd done
the right thing, then panicked when she'd found out the incestuous nature
of the Resort.  Now she wanted nothing more than to fuck her son.  She
shook her head and read on.

   Number 4: Now that your son has truly pleasured you for the first time,
he will be feeling proud and confident.  We will encourage this but not
allow confidence to progress to arrogance.  Your son will likely have
completed his refractory period, and you can assist in this process using
your mouth and tongue.

   Good lord, Melinda thought, as she wondered if the author had ever
actually read any erotica.  She seemed so clinical.

   Do not ask your son if he is comfortable with what has happened or if he
has any second thoughts.  You are too early in the process, and the new
connections that you are creating are too fragile.  Asking a young man to
question the events may panic him.  Instead, simply reassure him with
maternal touch and gentle words.  As you do so, move to his cock and lick
him once from the base to the tip of the head.  Take his testicles gently
in your left hand and the shaft of his cock in your right.  You now quite
literally hold his manhood.  He will be looking to you, wondering what you
will do, possibly even thrusting his hips, but do not respond.  Simply
wait.

   Melinda wondered why this was all so specific, but she wasn't going to
start questioning the guide now.  Not after they had come so far.

   Before you proceed, he must ask you.  The wording isn't important, nor
is tone.  He must ask you to suck his cock, and you must comply.  If you
have certain specific tendencies, your son may instead seize your head or
hair and force your mouth onto his cock.  Do not resist.  He has
subconsciously understood your own needs, and this is his way of asking. 
By opening your mouth and allowing him deep access, you are showing the
kind of love he needs.  If he cries or pleads in an almost juvenile
fashion, you likely have dominant tendencies.  Be firm in your attentions.
Continue until completion, then break for the day.  Do not read ahead.  You
may tell your son to read pages one and two of his own guide, but no
further.  If you wish to repeat previous steps or engage in manual or oral
activity, please feel free.  Under no circumstances should engage in full
sexual congress, it will ruin whatever progress you have made.

   Melinda again felt fear, but this time of responsibility.  If the guide
was this specific, then it was for a reason.  When she looked at Marcus,
she felt a mix of adoration and desire.  She felt her own body respond to
his proximity.  She would obey to the very letter.  She wanted this
closeness to continue and intensify, and she no longer cared about any
consequences.

   Melinda propped herself up and looked down at her dozing son.  With a
mischievous smile, she decided that Marcus had slept long enough.  She
moved slowly, taking in his naked, vulnerable beauty.  He really was the
most handsome man that she'd ever seen. 

   Impulsively, but slowly, carefully, she kissed his cock, tasting his
seed on it.  His scent was intoxicating to her, and she was aroused and
sensitive almost immediately.  He stirred as she gently licked the head. 
Then he woke up.  She waited, smiling.

   Marcus couldn't believe his eyes.  All of his fantasies were coming
true. No, better than his fantasies.  He didn't have to convince his mother
of anything.  She loved him and wanted him.  As he watched, she licked him
from the base of his cock all the way to the tip.  He groaned, then felt
her hands on him again.  One on his shaft, the other on his balls.  She
smiled at him, eyes full of playful teasing.

   "Oh god, mom," Marcus moaned, but she didn't move.  His cock ached for
her touch again.  It was like he hadn't cum at all earlier.  He needed her
badly.  He put his hand on her hair, gently.  He pulled her towards his
cock, but he did it gently and without force.  Then he stopped and looked
at her, pleadingly.

   Melinda was stunned by her son's awareness of her needs.  Insistence was
okay for her, even good, but she needed tenderness, and too much
forcefulness could make her panic a little.  Men had scared her before. 
Marcus took a deep breath.

   "Mom, will you please...will you please suck my cock?"

   Melinda opened her mouth and sucked him almost to the root virtually
before he could react.  She took him deep, into her throat.  She gagged a
little, but less than a lot of women would have.  The truth was that his
father had demanded blowjobs early in their relationship.  She'd been happy
to give them.  Giving to her partner was something that she loved.  But he
had been forceful.  Hurtful, even.  That was bad enough, but he wouldn't
stop, even if she was choking or begging.  He simply didn't care about her
needs at all. 

   Marcus would never be like that, she realized, and it made her want him
more.  She fondled his testicles with one hand and stroked his shaft
lovingly with the other.  She licked him and sucked and kissed the head. 
When he moaned, she rewarded him with more of the same.  She was
experienced at this, and she hoped her son wouldn't judge her for it. 

   "Mom, I love you...oh god, I love you so much..."

   Melinda was almost shocked to hear her usually reserved son be so openly
affectionate.  He was caressing her hair now, but still not forcing her. 
He was hers, and he loved her, and he would never force her to do anything
that she didn't want.  Her own arousal grew, and she was not surprised. 
Had the guide not said otherwise, she would have pushed Marcus on to his
back and ridden him right then.  There was a feeling beginning, a desperate
need to possess him, to mate with him, to ensure that no others did so
before she had a chance.  She felt rewarded by the taste of precum.

   "Mom...  I'm close ...I...I'm gonna cum..."

   Melinda knew why he said it, although his father never bothered,
preferring to hear her choke and cry.  She wanted it, though, she wanted
him to cum and fill her mouth, and he had made sure she was ready for it.
She sped up her hand and moved up and down faster and faster, applying more
pressure with her tongue to the underside of his head.  Marcus cried out.

   There were no words then, just Marcus' moans and grunts, sounds that now
made Melinda as wet as any fantasy ever could, and her son's thick cum
filling her mouth.  There was so much of it, and all for her.  She was
gratified by knowing the effect that she had on him, but also, to her
surprise, she found the taste better now.  Not just better, delicious.  Was
this an effect of the exercises?  If so, she was pleased.  She would
swallow anything her son gave her, without question.  She sucked and licked
and drained and gulped greedily until she felt her sons cock twitching in
her mouth.  There was nothing left.  She let him out as he began to
soften. 

   Melinda looked up at her son and smiled.  It was a sensual smile, only
for true lovers, and the look that Marcus gave her in reply was so tender,
and appreciative, that she felt tears forming.  She didn't want to ruin the
moment by crying.  In her experience, men hated to see it.  But her son,
her loving, wonderful son, moved down and lay beside her and kissed her
tears away.  Then they made out like a couple of teenagers in desperate
love.

   It was a pretty good way to spend an afternoon.

   ---------------------------------------------

   Fine Dining

   ---------------------------------------------

   They were laying in each other's arms, enjoying the afterglow when the
phone in the room rang.  Melinda reached over and picked it up.  She'd just
been thinking about room service, which made her wonder if the Resort
somehow knew that she had been hungry.  At this point, it seemed nothing
was beyond the staff here.  Instead, she was treated by a familiar female
voice.  Although she'd only met Angela that morning, she found herself
smiling.  Melinda knew that, somehow, they'd already become friends.

   "Hey!  William and I were just thinking about getting some dinner. 
Would you guys like to join us?  If you aren't too busy with exercises..."

   Melinda laughed.

   "Well, um.  We've been very busy here, and I think we're both pretty
hungry."

   Marcus nodded eagerly.  He'd always had a bottomless appetite.

   "Great?  I was worried he'd already filled you up too much.  God, listen
to me, I'm such a bad girl.  I just remember how great our first afternoon
was and how wonderful I felt.  I found my mouth was getting pretty tired,
though."

   "I think I'm going to feel the same way.  Meet you in the lobby?"

   "Sure thing.  We'll be there in a half-hour.  Gotta have enough time to
clean up, don't we?  Don't worry about anything formal, though.  Just dress
casual."

   "Got it.  See you then."

   Melinda hung up.

   "So we're going to dinner?" Marcus asked.

   "Oh, I'm sorry.  Yeah, I agreed without even asking you.  That's not
fair."

   "No, it's great.  I'm starving.  So, um..."

   "Yes?"

   "You told me a little while ago that was the last of the exercises for
today, does that mean we can't do anything for the rest of the night?"

   Melinda found the apparent desire on her nude son's face to be adorable.
She couldn't tell him that if it were up to her, he'd have cum inside his
mother already.  Instead, she rolled over and straddled him, careful to
keep a sheet between their lower halves.  Temptation and teasing was one
thing, but it would be all too easy to slip.

   "We can't go all the way yet, Marcus.  It's too early for that.  But if
you're feeling up to it later, we can do other stuff.  I mean, you've taken
excellent care of me, and I'd love to taste you again."

   "Wow."

   Melinda giggled at her son's expression. 

   "Yeah, all right, but we should shower.  Um, separately, for now."

   "You don't trust me, mom?"

   "Oh, you, I trust.  I don't trust what I'd do to you if I started
washing you down."

   Melinda kissed her son gently on the lips, then stood and swayed over to
the bathroom, confident that her son's eyes were glued to her ass.  Had she
ever felt this confident or loved?  She didn't think so. 

   Melinda showered and dressed in a medium-length blue floral sarong and a
black tank top.  She had more daring tops and even considered wearing a
bikini for Marcus, but she decided to save it for later.  This was a good
time with friends, and she wanted something special to wear when they
finally made love.  She applied makeup, covering the lines of age and the
small defects on her face which she was customarily appalled by.  She was
skilled and quick, but she also felt that she didn't need to do so.  Not
here, anyway.  Even surrounded by others, and being in public, she did not
feel the same kind of pressure to impress.  She wanted to look her best for
Marcus, though.  She added a little extra shadow to her eyes, just for
him. 

   When Melinda was done, she was pleased to find he was dressed too.  She
gasped a little bit.  He looked good in jeans, but she knew that.  She
wasn't anticipating the dress shirt and the blazer he wore over it.  He
looked every bit the confident, handsome young man ready to show his date a
good time, and then hopefully get lucky later.  She smiled at the memory of
similar dates she had gone on as a freshman in college.  Part of her wished
that he could have seen her then when she was fresh and youthful.  Another
part was glad that he wasn't aware of how immature she had been as a young
adult.

   Melinda stood up, kissed him, stepped into some comfortable shoes (she
had spike heels, but those were for later), and they rode the glass
elevator down.

   This time they were far less tense and could take in the beauty of the
Resort.  The building was large, and the atrium that the lobby resided in
was at least seven stories high, primarily made of glass.  The twilight sun
that lit most of it was gorgeous, and it perfectly matched the Caribbean
decor and plants.  She spotted Angela and William right away among the
people milling about.  William wore shorts and a muscle shirt, and he
looked good in them.  Angela wore an extremely short skirt and a bikini
top. Melinda had a moment's insecurity when she compared herself to her new
friend, but Marcus' hand on her back reassured her more than any words
could.

   He might appreciate how sexy Angela was, just as she might look at
William and find him attractive, but neither wanted anyone but each other.
She turned and kissed Marcus full on the mouth, letting their tongues dance
before the elevator stopped.

   "You look a lot more relaxed," William said wryly, shaking Marcus' hand
like an old friend.

   "Yeah, we had a good day.  Thanks for the show, by the way."

   "Oh my god, William," Angela exclaimed, "You told them our room number?"

   "Whatever, mom," William replied, laughing, "You know you love it when
people watch us."

   "I know but...  I'm sorry, you guys, that probably was a lot to take
in."

   Melinda just smiled and blushed a little.  She wasn't going to complain.
Marcus, however, spoke up.

   "It was really, really hot.  And, um, it helped us to loosen up a
little."

   Marcus put his arm around Melinda's waist then, and she felt a shift in
the balance between them.  At first, she was afraid of it, but then she
realized it was something else.  As he had accepted her care and
protection, it was her turn.  Marcus was her man now.  Melinda realized
with some embarrassment that, yet again, her son had made her wet. 

   Angela laughed, but it was a joyful thing.  She slipped easily into her
son's arms.

   "I'm so happy!  I'm not shy.  I never have been.  Sometimes I think the
way that I dress drives William insane, but ...he's the only one I want.  I
love the idea of people watching me, though, especially when I'm making
love to this amazing man in my life."

   "You know that I love how you dress, mom.  We might have argued about it
at first, but I was just insecure.  I know better now.  Come on," William
said, "I'm starved, and you guys have to be too.  What do you feel like?"

   "Seafood?" Melinda suggested.

   "Perfect.  We know just the place.  It's kind of a walk, but there's a
path outside.  It's all part of the Resort but its spread out just right,
you'll see."

   As they stepped out of the lobby into the slowly fading light of the
day, a gentle breeze hit them from the beach, washing the muggy heat away.
She reached out and held Marcus' hand as Angela and William did the same.

   "It's like a honeymoon, isn't it?" Angela asked.  Melinda nodded to her
new friend. 

   "So far, this has been better than what I had with Marcus' father,"
Melinda said it without thinking, but at that moment she realized that in
the eyes of the law and society, she wasn't just engaged in sexual activity
with her own son, but also cheating on her husband.  Could you cheat on a
cheater?  She had proof of at least two affairs, and suspicions about many
more.

   "Let me guess, your husband is a serial adulterer?" Angela said, with
sympathy.

   "How did you know?" Marcus said. 

   "Wait, how did you know?" Melinda asked her son.

   Angela laughed again.

   "My husband was an abuser and a cheater.  The only good thing that he
ever gave me was William.  Marcus knows because he's attentive and smart,
the same way William did.  We kid ourselves when we hide these things from
our children.  If you feel guilty about what you did today, then divorce
your husband.  Don't give up the new thing that you've discovered."

   Melinda had never even considered cheating, although she had been
tempted by others before, as most were.  But the more she thought about it,
the more it made sense.  She deserved freedom.  Marcus deserved a woman who
was devoted to him.  She didn't want to have an affair with him, she wanted
to be his, as openly as possible.

   "I think I'm a one-man woman, to be honest.  I just had the wrong one."
Melinda looked at Marcus and then leaned her head into his chest.  She
could tell that he was startled, but he quickly adapted and put his arm
around her shoulders.  Was this what it was like to be with a man who truly
cared for you?

   For a while, they walked in silence down a paved path which led through
beautiful groves of palm trees and immaculate gardens.  Here and there were
entrances to alcoves surrounded by local trees and foliage, hidden from
plain sight.  As they walked past one, they heard a loud moan, and all four
of them broke out into laughter.

   "Um, mom, do you think we should warn them?  This is the first time you
guys have come down from your room, right?" William queried.

   "Yeah," Marcus said, "We've been pretty busy." He spoke with pride and
confidence. He should be proud with how well he made me cum, Melinda
thought.

   "Yeah," William said, "I figured as much.  People um...pretty much do
what they want, where they want, here.  Some people swap and share partners
and do group sex, although a lot less than you'd think, and only if they
have permission from their lover.  You're gonna see a lot of things that
you may not be prepared for.  If it's too much, the general rule is you
just leave.  Some people can only truly be themselves here, so the rest of
us let them do it.  And maybe enjoy the view."

   "You mean there's a lot of sex in public?" Melinda asked.  She already
had ideas about things to do with Marcus down by the water. 

   "Yeah," Angela said.  "Anywhere, really.  I'm surprised there wasn't
someone getting blown in the lobby.  William and I indulge in that too. 
Sometimes at restaurants.  But we won't do anything if it bothers you.  We
understand entirely, and we don't want to make you uncomfortable."

   Melinda and Marcus shared a look.

   "I think we'll be okay," Melinda said, "after all, this is a place where
we can be ourselves.  Who knows what Marcus and I will get up to later in
the week?"

   * * *

   The restaurant was busy, but not full.  Or at least it didn't seem to
be. Melinda was not herself a designer but appreciated the layout.  There
were obviously quite a few people seated, but the high booth walls kept the
conversations from spreading too far.  There were large saltwater tanks
scattered about, filled with Caribbean fish, and with internal lighting
that gave the whole place a romantic, dark, dreamlike atmosphere.  They
were seated immediately towards the back, where tinted windows offered a
view of the beach.  The light was fading quickly now, and the surf rolled
in silently.  Couples could be seen walking and sitting together.  From a
distance, they could be anyone.  Even a passing boat would think nothing of
this, never understanding the taboo nature of what went on. 

   Melinda, strangely, found that thought arousing.  The Resort was a safe
haven for people like her and her son, and she was grateful for it.  She
noticed then that Marcus and William were standing a little ways away from
their mothers, seemingly watching and discussing something from across the
room.  Melinda followed their gaze, and gasped, despite herself.

   Melinda couldn't help but be aroused at the sight.  A woman, perhaps a
few years younger than her was bent over a nearby table.  She was
bleach-blonde in a vulgar kind of way and wore an absurdly tight yellow
dress.  Her top had been pulled down, revealing her rather expansive and
probably augmented breasts, which jiggled with impact.  Her son, who shared
a similar California aesthetic, was fucking her hard, and she was not
silent.  She moaned with each stroke, and her son spanked her hard. 
Melinda couldn't really make out what the son was saying, but she caught
the phrase "filthy slut," and that was enough for her.  She was surprised
to find herself angry at the spectacle.  Was she jealous that Marcus was
watching another woman get fucked, or was she upset because she wanted to
be used precisely the same way by her own son?  She knew the answer but
didn't allow herself to think of it.  Even after what they had done, there
were things that she was not ready to accept about herself.  She barely
noticed her wristband tingling briefly.

   "Oh, Melinda, let them look."

   "But Angela, shouldn't we...um...their privacy?"

   Angela laughed, but not harshly.

   "If they wanted privacy, they'd have stayed in their room, hon.  Do you
want to watch too?"

   "No, not really."

   "Then come and sit with me.  Let the boys talk.  I wanted to talk to you
alone, anyway."

   Melinda agreed with that in concept.  She wanted to share her miraculous
afternoon with her new friend, and quiz her on her own relationship.  She
sat down with Angela, but she felt strangely insecure.

   "Why does it bother me?  I'm not a prude, not really.  And everyone is
consenting but..."

   "It's not that it's wrong, it's that Marcus is looking at them, and not
you.  Do you want to go get him?  I mean, what you have is new, I
understand..."

   "Do you think I'll be enough for him, Angela?"

   "What?  Of course, you will.  And, of course, you think you won't. 
We're older than them.  A lot older.  We're both hot, of course, but
eventually, we won't be, and they will always be younger..."

   "You're hot, Angela, I don't know about me..."

   "No, that won't do.  We're both hot.  And our sons know it.  William
checked your tits out like five times today.  I know Marcus looked at me,
too.  But neither would ever touch anyone else without our enthusiastic
approval."

   Angela leaned over the corner of the marble table, holding Melinda's
hand.

   "Melinda," she said quietly, "being insecure is understandable.  So is
being possessive.  Your son will appreciate it.  Remember what happened
today, though.  He came here with you, he was attracted to you long before
he knew there was any chance of anything coming of it.  He loves you."

   "I know, Angela.  I trust him, I just..."

   "Well, maybe, one day, we won't be with them like this.  Not with
mind-blowing sex and romance, but something more sedate, as we grow older,
and we'll tell our sons to find someone younger for their other needs.  But
we'll know, and we'll accept it, and be happy with it.  Do you know why?"

   "Because," Melinda said, not needing even a second to think "we're their
mothers."

   They shared a smile then, and Melinda felt a wave of relief to know
someone who understood what she was going through.  She took a sip of water
and relaxed a bit.

   "Besides," Angela said, as their boys came walking back over to the
table, "Once you reach step 7, your pussy is all Marcus is going to be
thinking about."

   Melinda almost choked on her water in laughter.

   * * *

   The meal was excellent.  Melinda had conch salad while Marcus had the
surf n' turf.  Angela and William shared a large number of crab legs.  They
all ate raw oysters for an appetizer, Angela making the joke that the "boys
would need their strength, after all." The best part, however, was the
conversation. 

   Melinda felt already that she could talk with Angela about anything, and
thought that she and Natalie would hit it off as well.  William and Marcus
were in many ways very different, but got along very well, William taking
on something of a mentor role, answering Marcus' questions about "the life"
that they all led.  By the time they were done and had cleaned up with some
complimentary warm washcloths, they sat in companionable silence. 

   Melinda felt a beautiful, languid sleepiness fall over her, although it
didn't feel to her like she had much exercise that day.  Marcus kept
touching her off and on throughout the meal, and she returned the playful
flirtation eagerly.  He would need more satisfaction tonight, which she
would be happy to provide.  It wouldn't shock her if he woke her up in the
night, either. 

   William and Angela shared a long look. 

   "Do you want me to, mom?"

   Angela blushed then and paused.  Melinda wondered what could make her
bold new friend shy.

   "Yes," Angela said at last, "you know I do.  But..."

   "They'll enjoy the show," William said, cutting her off.  Melinda nodded
in agreement, eager to know what they would do.  Marcus pushed his chair
closer to her and put his arm around her shoulders, which for some reason,
aroused her as much as their earlier passionate kissing. 

   "Hike your skirt up, Mom," William said.  It was a shift in power from
the play that they had broadcast before, and Angela lifted her hips and
pulled the hem of her short skirt up, revealing that she wore no panties.
She pushed her chair back away from the table so that everyone had a good
view.  Her dark bush was trimmed, but not shaved, and she was quite wet
already.  Her pleading eyes were on her son, and she bit her lip in a way
that Melinda found adorable. 

   "Hmm," William said, "something's not right..."

   Angela's eyes widened, and it was clear that she was both needy and
desperate to do whatever her son wanted.  He was in charge.  Melinda
thought about Marcus taking charge of her, and it made her shiver and
squirm.  With abrupt and slightly rough movement, William pulled his
mother's bikini top down.  It was still tied, but her breasts were exposed
entirely and pushed up, nipples quickly hardening in the cool air
conditioning.  Angela gasped but made no attempt to hide her body.  William
got on his knees then and looked at his mother, expectantly.

   "Please, baby," Angela said in a hoarse whisper, her eyes only seeing
her son, "Please make mommy feel good...please..."

   Marcus was hard again, and before anything else happened, he felt his
mother's hand grasp his cock gently from the outside of his jeans.  He
looked over, and Melinda was smiling at him warmly.

   "Go ahead and watch them, love," Melinda said softly, not wanting to
interrupt the beautiful show.  Marcus obeyed. 

   William started kissing his mother on her inner thigh, and it was clear
that he had a great deal of experience with this.  Angela's eyes glazed
over, and she bit her lip.  There was a sense of her helplessness before
him, as she put her hand in his hair.  William did not abuse her
vulnerability but instead rewarded it, expertly teasing her clit and
thrusting a probing finger inside of her.  Angela's eyes were trapped on
her son, and more than ever before Marcus could see the maternal devotion
there. 

   As Marcus watched Angela, Melinda watched her son.  She was oddly at
peace with what was happening.  While she couldn't stomach the idea of
sharing Marcus with anyone, she could understand his hunger.  He was a
young man and would need someone beside her at some point in the future. 
Could she step aside when needed?  She thought she could, but she hoped
that he would still need his mothers pussy from time to time. 

   Melinda had an impulsive thought then, and she smiled at the wickedness
of it.  She pulled her own shirt up, exposing her bra-less breasts.  Marcus
noticed immediately and reached over and squeezed one almost
experimentally. Melinda moaned softly. 

   "Do you want me to go down on you mom?" Marcus asked.  He was a good
boy. 

   "No," Melinda said, smoothly getting on her knees in front of her son.
She felt appreciative of him then, his attentiveness and eagerness to
satisfy her needs.  It was time to show him how grateful she was, and if
Angela enjoyed the show, even better. 

   "Get it, girl," Angela said breathlessly, cheering Melinda on as she
unzipped her son's fly and pulled his proud cock out.  Before she had been
a little embarrassed at her experience at going down on men.  Now she was
happy to have it.

   Melinda looked into her son's eyes as she licked the head of his cock.
He groaned.  Melinda took him into her mouth all the way to his root.  He
tasted so good to her now, and his masculine scent filled her.  This was
what it felt like to love and be loved in return. 

   "Keep making those noises, Marcus.  Boys are taught to be quiet during
sex, but there's nothing hotter than a man's moans and growls.  Reward your
mother for her efforts," Angela said, then moaned herself, her hand almost
involuntarily seizing her son's hair and pulling him into her. 

   Melinda had been skillful the last time, but this time she simply gave
of herself, up and down, gagging slightly on almost every stroke.  She felt
her son's hands on her head.  With any other man, she might have panicked,
fearing the loss of control.  Now she encouraged it, putting her hands on
his and pushing. 

   Marcus got the idea and began to push and pull her head up and down,
thrusting his hips up.  He filled her down to her throat on each stroke,
and Melinda didn't fight or resist.  She trusted Marcus.  He would only
take what was given. 

   Angela began to shake, and her back arched.  She cried out as William
sped up his pace.  Rather than slow down, he maintained it.  Angela's head
rolled right and left, helpless under the power of her orgasm. 

   Melinda choked, and Marcus stopped thrusting, allowing her to have a
moment to breathe.  Melinda looked up at her son and wordlessly nodded,
signaling that she was okay.  Her son restarted, his thrusts growing more
violent as he grew closer to his own orgasm.  In the back of Melinda's
mind, she was aware that her husband never would have stopped, even had she
been crying and struggling.  Then the taste of precum filled her mouth, and
all conscious thought disappeared.  Her will and being focused on making
her son cum.  There was nothing more important.  She moved even faster,
encouraging Marcus, who fucked her mouth even harder. 

   Melinda heard Angela's voice rise in pitch as she came again.  Then her
son growled and gripped her hair tightly, flooding her mouth with his warm,
salty seed.  It tasted even better this time, and she gulped it greedily.
It was hers too, in a way.  He was her mate, and she found every bit of him
pleasing. 

   Then there was nothing but silence and panting.  Mothers and sons
exchanged soft words of affection, then all stood and set their clothes to
rights.  Soon they had paid and were ambling back to the hotel together as
though they had just finished a simple dinner with friends rather than an
incestuous public tryst. 

   "Well, I liked the meal, but dessert was even better," Marcus said. 
There was silence for a moment more, then all of them laughed. 

   "I'm such a slut," Angela said, still laughing, "but it's what I need
sometimes.  William, too, I think.  I wish I could be his girl in public
back home, but even in a city as big as New York, you see people you know
all the time.  I'd love everyone to know that he was mine and I was his. 
Doing this at the same time as you guys was special.  Like you shared your
love with us.  Hot too.  Your son has a great cock, by the way."

   William playfully swatted his mother's ass possessively, but it was
clear to Melinda that whatever they got up to with others, it was entirely
consensual.

   "He has the best cock I've ever seen or tasted," Melinda said, then
blushed at hearing the explicitness of her own words.  Marcus blushed, too,
which made her feel better. 

   "But you haven't felt it inside of you yet," Angela said with a knowing
grin, "because you haven't finished the exercises.  Let me tell you, once
you've had your son's cock like that, nothing else will compare."

   Angela leaned into William's chest, and he held her.  Melinda could see
their love more clearly than ever when they stood like that.  Angela
trusted him, her protector and defender, and he trusted her to care and be
true to him.  It was easier to see how they might be okay with other
partners because they each knew who they would be with at the end of the
day. 

   "There are some partner-sharing events tomorrow, and we might
participate," William said then as if he had read Melinda's mind, "but
please don't feel pressured to do it.  Some people were pushy about it our
first year, and I wasn't ready for that.  Neither was mom.  It was
uncomfortable."

   Melinda and Marcus shared a look and then held hands. 

   "I don't think that' sharing Marcus or my body is something I can do,"
Melinda admitted.  Marcus squeezed her hand in support. 

   "Most don't do what we do," Angela said, "and to be honest if William
ever wanted to stop I'd be okay with it.  It's a fun thing, but it's not
necessary.  William is necessary.  He's my everything."

   William hugged his mother closer to him.  It was easy for Melinda to
imagine them together in twenty years or even further out.  That was what
she wanted for her and Marcus.  She wanted that closeness, forever. 

   * * *

   All four of them were worn out from the events of the day, so they
returned to their rooms when they reached the hotel.  They agreed to meet
for dinner the following night, and Angela wasn't subtle about wanting to
know how things went during the final exercises. 

   Melinda and Marcus stripped and lay down almost as soon as they got
back. They were soon asleep in one another's arms. 

   * * *

   "Mom?  Are you awake?"

   Melinda's eyes fluttered open.  She was a little groggy, but her son's
tone worried her a little.  He sounded afraid.

   "Yes, love.  What is it?"

   "Do you really want to, you know, go all the way with me?"

   Melinda could have laughed at his phrasing.  It was that of a young man,
eager to bed his love but still unsure of his ability to pleasure her.

   "Marcus, I very much would like to, but only if you want to."

   "I want it more than anything."

   "Good.  But you still have to wait until the guide allows it."

   Marcus laughed then.

   "All right, but I don't know how much longer I can hold out sleeping
next to you like this..."

   "Honey," Melinda said with a sultriness that surprised even her, "if you
need me, then tell me.  Just because we can't fuck doesn't mean that I
can't make you cum.  You've had my hands and mouth, already, but I doubt
you're tired of them.  Oh, and there's always my tits, too."

   Melinda didn't have to see her son's face to know that he was blushing
furiously.  God, how she loved making this man who loved her feel such
desire for her. 

   "Goodnight, mom," Marcus said, cuddling up to her and laying his head on
her bare chest as if it were the most natural thing in the world for a son
to do.  Melinda felt a new kind of peace as she drifted off again, running
her hand through her son's hair.  Not for the first time, she was both
amazed and grateful for the many things that had changed between them that
day, and her sleep was dreamless and peaceful. 

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   All The Way

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   When Melinda awoke the next morning, she was a little confused, but she
realized why quickly.  She'd fallen asleep with her beautiful son cuddled
up, head on one breast, hand on the other.  It was lovely.  She woke up in
a different position.

   Melinda's head rested on her son's chest now, her own hand on his lower
belly, with his hard cock resting on it.  She felt Marcus' arm encircle her
shoulders and realized that she felt safer and more loved at this moment
then she had in her entire life.  Was this how it would be?  Would they
protect each other in new and different ways?

   Melinda couldn't imagine a better future and was eager to make it happen
as quickly as possible, but she didn't want to wake her son.  They were on
vacation, after all, even if it were a very unorthodox one.  So she decided
to slide out of bed carefully.  She made some coffee with the machine in
their room, then put on a robe and went to sit on the balcony outside.  The
breeze was cool and bracing, but not chilly.  She smiled and sat on the
comfortable chair. 

   Melinda would let her son sleep, but she had three steps to read still,
and she knew that she wanted to accomplish them all today if possible. 
Marcus had stated the previous night that he didn't know how long he could
hold out without making love to her.  She felt exactly the same way, and
every act they performed on her made her waver a little more.  Such
thoughts always made her wristband tingle now, as well.  She knew that she
was being "encouraged" in her taboo desires, manipulated towards them even,
but she also knew that the Resort wasn't placing thoughts in her mind.  It
was merely revealing the natural and often deeply repressed attraction
between her and Marcus.  If there was tinder buried deep within them, it
was a fire now and needed little to fuel it.  She wanted to follow the
guide all the way to the end, but more than anything, she wanted to feel
her son come inside her. 

   Melinda blushed at the thought, thinking about how different things were
at the same time the previous day.  She settled in and started reading.

   Number 5: This step is not directly sexual in nature, and it may take a
few minutes or hours.  Ask your son directly how he is feeling.  Whatever
his response, listen and be supportive.  If he says something positive,
stroke his cock gently.  If he does not, then stroke his hair and hold him.
When he is done, he will almost certainly ask you how you feel.  Be honest,
even if you might feel guilt or shame at that moment.  If he wants to
cuddle or comfort you, allow him, and encourage him to play with your
breasts gently, or even finger you, depending on your comfort level.

   Once you each have a good feel on the other's emotional state, you can
make an informed decision as to whether to proceed.  If you feel that
either of you is too fragile, please stop and cuddle.  Do not engage in
sexual activity until you have finished this step.  You are almost there. 

   Do not be alarmed if either of you experience extremes of emotion,
including sorrow, panic, or remorse.  This is natural, and it will pass
much more quickly than you expect.  It is simply your reaction to the
changes in your relationship.

   You are close to the end now, and you will quite likely find the next
step to be the most daunting.  You have by this point engaged in taboo
activities with your son.  You have tasted his cum and felt it on your
skin. He has tasted your most sacred spaces and heard your most private
fantasies about him.  You are now closer to him than you ever have been,
and should be commended.

   If you do not make it through this exercise, do not panic.  If you break
down or otherwise feel any kind of emotional lock, asking your son to stop
is fine.  He may also require your comfort.  It is not uncommon to start
and stop multiple times before you are able to complete this exercise.

   Tell your son that this will be difficult.  Do not mislead him.  Even
those of you who possess unusual or outlooks should be aware that extreme
emotional response may be likely.  The Resort, presentation, guide,
wristbands, your room, and even the font this guide is written in are
carefully chosen and designed to evoke specific responses from you and your
new lover.  Do not underestimate them.

   Take your son and have him lay his head in your lap.  Tell him that this
will not be a sexual event.  Warn him that you may feel some intense things
and that it isn't his fault.

   Imagine yourself separated from your son.  Think of that feeling, the
deep and aching loss that you may have felt in the past when people you
know have died, or relationships have ended.  Hold that feeling.  Do not
allow your son to comfort you.

   Once you have the image clearly, think about the potential impact of
what you have done with your son.  Explain to him why you wouldn't have
done this with him before this event.  Tell him all the reasons that you
can think of that what you have done is ill-advised and a bad idea.  Be
thorough.  If he looks concerned, reassure him that you are doing this
because it is necessary rather than being something you want to say.

   At this point, pause.  Do not ask what your son is feeling, but instead
look at him.  If he looks distressed, ask him if he can think of any
reasons why a sexual and romantic relationship with his mother is a bad
idea.  If he says that he can't come up with anything, push him.  He will
want to please you and be with you, and he may regard this as sabotaging
your relationship.  If he continues to resist, instruct him firmly, as his
mother, to tell you the truth.  If he resists then, tell him you are ending
the exercise and that you will continue when he is ready.  At this point,
he will most likely open up and give at least one reason that you had not
thought of.

   Now, consider what you have just said in the context of all the
decisions that you have already made so thoughtlessly.  There is an image
in your imagination.  You did not intentionally put it there, and you most
likely have been resisting even considering it, but it will rise now.  You
will be powerless to stop it.

   Imagine the most likely worst-case scenario, specific to your
relationship.  This will be a combination of fears you had before you
arrived and the real potential consequences of what you have done since
then.  It will involve you being separated permanently from your son.  It
may include many other legal, social, familial, psychological, or even
fatal consequences.  You will explain this imaginary scenario to your son.
You will go step by step through it, and will not stop until this fictional
future has played out entirely to its awful and perhaps final ending in
your mind.

   As you do this, remember that you are the mature one.  You are the
parent.  You have the true power here, even if your son is sexually
dominant with you.  You know this to be true.  If anything happens to him
as a result of your activities here, it will be your fault.

   Once you have explained the entire scenario to your son, proceed
immediately to the next exercise.

   Melinda had started her morning with confidence and optimism, but
this...this had ruined her good mood.  Even as she read the instructions,
she could clearly see a variety of scenarios and situations, each more
nightmarish than the last, pass through her mind.  Always a worrier by
nature, Melinda broke out in a cold sweat in the gentle breeze.  Could she
do this with her son? 

   Even worse, was what the exercise suggesting true?  Had Melinda truly
gone too far?  Were there secret consequences waiting for them both?  She'd
never been this happy in her life.  She knew in her heart that she didn't
deserve it.  But Marcus did.  Had she ruined his life with her thoughtless
desires?

   Melinda's heart raced, and she knew that a panic attack was hitting her.
It was far from the first that she'd ever experienced.  She sat there, in
the breeze of this perfect place, and cried for a few minutes.  First in
despair and shame, but then in relief as her terror faded.  She breathed
slowly, and her mind began to quiet.

   The images Melinda had seen were not all real possibilities, but some
were.  Those would have to be avoided at all costs.  And how could you
avoid them if you didn't know what they were?  She vowed to engage in the
exercise with Marcus this morning.  She would be there for him afterward,
if not during.  She would teach him and guide him in this as she had her
whole life. 

   Melinda would not give up on this new kind of love due to fear.  She
read on.

   Number 6: This exercise is about comfort and pleasure.  Take a deep
breath.  You have seen the worst possible case, and you have realized that
your new relationship outweighs any risks.  You know that you will have
safe places like the Resort where you can be yourselves.  You know that in
the end, your love will prevail.

   Lay beside each other in a comfortable place for both of you.  It does
not need to be private.  Engage in lighter, supportive conversation.  Look
in each other's eyes and then, after a bit, begin to kiss.  As things
naturally intensify, use your hand to pleasure your son and request that he
do the same for you.  Do so until both of you have achieved release.  You
will both likely need to clean up afterward but resist the urge to do so.
If you have his seed on you, ask yourself if it feels right or wrong?  If
it arouses you, tell your son.  Remember that you are his, and it is
natural to mark what belongs to you.  Remember that he is yours and that it
is natural to be protective of what belongs to you.

   This was more like it, Melinda thought.  Comfort and love and kindness.
She read ahead eagerly.

   Number 7: If you have reached this point, congratulations are in order.
The last step may prove to be difficult, but it should also feel like a
natural evolution of your new relationship with your son.  When you are
done, you will understand why all of this was necessary.

   The final step is making love.  You may do this in public or private,
harshly, or tenderly.  There are a few restrictions.  You must follow the
following rules, or else your bonding experience will be incomplete, and
your son may be at risk with pair-bonding with another woman.  This is not
idle speculation, but a direct consequence of his current mental state.

   You must discuss what and where you will perform the act, as well as at
least a few details about it.  This might change in the moment, and that is
fine.  The important thing is that you have a conversation.  Be graphic
with each other.  Make sure that the image of the two of you consummating
is in your mind before intercourse.

   Once you begin the act, do not stop.  If you are interrupted, start
again as soon as possible.  Do not allow your son to have sex with another
woman until you have brought him to orgasm inside of you.

   Your orgasm and pleasure are essential.  That being said, in this case,
it is far more vital that you feel your son's raw seed spill inside of you.
You must have completely unprotected sex.  If you are on any sort of birth
control, do not tell your son.  This is the one and only necessary
deception of this process.  If it is a pill or something that you can stop
taking, do so.  You must create as much risk of pregnancy as possible,
drawing out as much of your son's cum inside you as you can.  Remember that
you are probably fertile.  Remember that you could end up carrying your own
son's child.  Think about how this makes you feel before making love with
your son.

   This is more than sex or making love.  This is beyond even a marriage.
This is a primal mating and will invoke the desperate passions of your
ancestors when suitable breeding partners from outside the family unit were
not available.  This is the final pair-bonding you need to be free of
society's lies and expectations.

   When you are complete, you are free to explore your new relationship. 
You can repeat exercises to recreate emotional states or simply because you
enjoy them, but do not feel obligated.  If you choose to return to the
Resort at a later date, advanced courses are available.

   Thank you for being such a good mother to your son.  He is lucky to have
you as a partner, mate, and lover.

   Melinda was consumed by a new image, as real as it was enticing.  Marcus
knelt behind her, nude and focused.  He had seized her hips in one hand,
and the other held her neck from behind.  He thrust inside of her fiercely,
and in her mind's eye, she could see her own body shake and jiggle under
the impact.  She could even feel her son's hot seed flowing down her leg.
It had been so long, and she was filled with a desperate ache to be
filled. 

   Melinda took a deep breath.  They would follow the guide, and all would
be well.  Marcus would not be damaged for life, nor would she.  They would
get through these last steps, and she would make her son her...her husband.
Yes.  That was what she really wanted, in the end.  Marcus was her ideal
man in appearance, intellect, compassion, and maturity.  Maybe he wasn't
willing to commit to quite so much now or ever, but she could show what a
good wife she could be.  She just had to lead them both through the rough
part first.  She stood and went back inside. 

   There was no time like the present, after all.

   * * *

   Melinda stood for a moment watching her son's regular breathing.  Marcus
was beautiful.  This was an observation that she had made many times over
the years as he had grown, but she had a very different point of view now.
He was hers, but she wanted more from him.  She wanted to possess him now,
and she felt guilt over that, but not nearly enough to stop her raging
desire.  She smiled at the effect he had on her now, and let her robe slip
from her shoulders onto the floor. 

   "Wake up, Marcus," she said gently.  His eyes fluttered open, and he sat
partially up.

   "What's wrong, mom?" Marcus looked around the room, and Melinda realized
that she must look at least a little distressed to her son, so naturally,
his first instinct was to protect her.  She would reward him today for his
love.  She would reward him every day if he allowed it. 

   "We need to do the last of the exercises today.  I want to get through
them so...so we can enjoy the rest of the week without worrying about
them."

   "Oh," Marcus said, suddenly flushed, "um, let me just go to the
bathroom. I'll hurry back."

   "Take your time, baby.  I'll be here."

   I'll always be here for you, she thought. Always and forever.

   Melinda sat on the bed and relaxed.  She felt beautiful this morning. 
Cute and sexy and in love.  It was all thanks to Marcus.  She would get
them through this, just the way the guide instructed.  After a few moments,
Marcus came back.

   "Come here, love, and lay in my lap, like you did before."

   Marcus obeyed. 

   "How do you feel right now?  About what we've done?"

   Marcus smiled eagerly up at his mother.

   "Great.  I mean, I'm nervous, but I feel really good about this.  I feel
close to you mom.  Really close."

   Mindful of the instructions, Melinda gently caressed her son's cock and
felt a wave of heat inside of her as it surged to hardness.  She stroked it
idly for a bit, but not in any serious way.

   "How do you feel, mom?  Are we going too fast?  I don't want to push
you..."

   "No, you silly boy.  I love everything about this and you.  I'm nervous
too, but its the good kind, mostly."

   Marcus leaned up then and kissed his mother on the breast before sucking
gently on her nipple as he had done before.  He squeezed it tightly between
his lips before he released it.  Melinda moaned.

   "Naughty boy," she said, then giggled.  She looked at her son for one
moment longer, then her face turned serious, "All right, love.  We have to
do something.  It's not sexual, and it's not going to be pleasant for
either of us.  But it has to be done."

   "What is it, mom?" Marcus began to sit up, but Melinda gently pushed him
back down.

   "It's words, love.  Words and thoughts.  But those can hurt.  I want you
to listen to me."

   "All right, mom." Marcus' voice was a bit more nervous and small now. 
Melinda reminded herself that he was still a young man.  She would guide
him through the exercise.  It was her duty.

   "All, right baby.  If we hadn't come here, I never would have done any
of these things with you.  I...I would have felt like I was taking
advantage of you.  In fact, I still feel that now, to a degree.  It's a
mother's job to raise her son, but not to fuck him.  And that's what I
want. And it's wrong.  At least by many standards.  What we're doing a is a
bad idea.  It could lead to me, or worse you, being arrested.  We could
lose all of our friends and family to this if we were found out.  We could
end up humiliated...or worse.  We never truly thought about the
consequences of what we've done.  Although I take most of the
responsibility for that.  If anything goes wrong between us, we lose more
than a lover or even a spouse.  I...I would die without you, Marcus, and
when romance and sex turn sour, it ruins relationships of all kinds.  You
saw what it did to your father and me."

   "I'm not like him!" Marcus' body tensed, and Melinda caressed his chest
soothingly.

   "I never said that you were.  You're your own man, but imagine how you
would feel if...oh god, no.  I'm getting ahead of myself.  I've told you
some reasons why what we've done is a bad idea.  Now you tell me some that
you can think of."

   "Um, I can't think of any, mom."

   "Don't give me that," Melinda said, just on the loving side of harsh,
"I'm still your mother, and I said this was important.  Please tell me the
truth, Marcus."

   Marcus sighed, but he nodded.

   "I worry about...about what might happen if Jessica finds out.  Will she
hate us?  Or if it will affect our relationship.  You know, because we have
this secret, and we're close now?  We won't mean to, but we'll exclude her.
I think about her being alone or resentful of us and...it hurts, mom."

   Melinda was proud of her son then.  He wasn't selfish.  Or rather not
entirely selfish.  They wanted each other, but they hadn't let that blind
them.  Not really.

   "Thank you for being honest, Marcus.  I'm going to tell you a kind of
story now like I did before, but this one isn't happy.  I love you, and I
want you to know that I'm telling you this because I love you."

   "I...I understand."

   Melinda was silent and closed her eyes for a moment.  She let her mind
wander back to her earlier thoughts, her visions of loss and doom.  Without
any warning, they coalesced in her mind into a single, precise scenario. 
She wanted to stop thinking about it, denied it, hated it, but it remained
there, merciless and bright as cut diamond.  She began to cry and felt her
emotional control slipping.  This was awful.  What she had led her son to
do was horrible.  She was the worst mother that she could think of, at that
moment.  Then she felt a gentle pressure on her face as her son touched her
cheek.  She opened her eyes and saw Marcus looking up at her with such
undeniable affection.  She let the words spill out of her, let them out
lest they poison her.

   "This is a 'what-if' story, all right?  It's something...that I had to
consider and you need to hear.  I think of us in the future.  We're happy,
going about our days as mother and son, and at nights, or whenever we can
find the time, we're lovers.  I do everything that I can to keep you happy,
and you do the same for me.  One day, though, things go wrong.  We're
making love.  I can see it so clearly.  We're making love on the couch, and
it's rougher than usual.  I like it to be a little rough, you know.  I'm
kind of a slut for it."

   Melinda should have balked at calling herself a slut.  It was such an
awful word, except maybe when used in dirty talk, but it was how she
felt. 

   "We fuck, right there, and Jessica sees us.  She came home early, you
see like she sometimes does.  And she sees her beloved brother, fucking her
mother.  Being the gentle-hearted innocent girl that she is, she sees the
violent nature of what's going on.  You're taking me, and I'm moaning and
maybe even crying a little.  Yes, I do like it that rough sometimes, but
not always.  She assumes that you're raping me.  She wonders about the
times that we seem to be alone together.  Suddenly it all makes sense to
her."

   Marcus' face was conflicted now.  He was obviously aroused to hear his
mother describe her interests so graphically, but all of that fell away
when he heard Jessica's name.

   "Jessica is a good girl, you know that.  It kills her to do it, but she
thinks that you've been doing this to me quite a bit, and I haven't
reported you because you're my son and I love you.  So Jessica does it.  It
breaks her heart to, but she does.  Soon, the police have arrived.  We've
finished by then, but we haven't cleaned up entirely.  The detective that
arrives can smell sex on us.  I deny that I've been raped, but he arrests
you."

   Marcus shook his head now, denying it.  It was clear to Melinda that he
could see this as well as she could, with the vivid candor of a
documentary. She understood now that something about the exercises, their
residual guilt, and the Resort itself had combined to create this effect on
them.  It wasn't that they were just imagining this event.  They
were feeling it.  They were experiencing the pain and suffering and
humiliation of it as if it just happened.  Neither of them noticed the
intense vibration of their wristbands.

   "You don't talk at all.  You could say it was consensual, but you deny
it ever happened.  The detectives don't believe you.  I rush to the station
and admit everything.  I have to get you out of there.  I tell them that
you never hurt me and that I wanted it.  I tell them that we're lovers,
consensual lovers.  The detectives are shocked.  Some believe me, but
others think I'm lying to protect my son, or I'm simply traumatized.  The
prosecution goes forward.  Your father disowns you publicly and me
privately.  He takes custody of Jessica away."

   It was hard for Melinda to continue, now.  She could see the whole path
to the end.  Marcus was in tears.  God, she wanted to stop, to comfort him,
to tell him that it wasn't possible, but she knew that she had to finish.
To get to heaven, you had to pass through hell.

   "It takes years to go to trial, but you still won't talk.  You're found
guilty of rape, and the judge is harsh with your sentence.  Jessica is
deeply conflicted and visits you for the first time after your sentencing.
She's a wreck.  All she can think of is that image of you fucking me, and
whether she had done the right thing or not.  You refuse to tell her
anything, although you are happy to see her because you know that the
conversations are all being recorded.  She realizes then that she was
wrong. It was a consensual act, and you're covering for me."

   "Jessica is horrified.  She's disgusted with you and with me as well,
but that's nothing compared to the guilt that she feels over putting you in
jail.  She leaves the area, changes her name, starts a new life.  I stay in
the city.  I've lost my job, but I find something menial.  I visit you in
prison too, and occasionally pictures of me end up on tabloid sites."

   "I go through the motions, and you suffer terribly from the other
inmates, who think of you as the lowest of the low.  It becomes clear to me
that you won't survive prison.  I've tried to hire a lawyer to get you an
appeal, but it all breaks down because of how I'm viewed.  We lose all
contact with Jessica until we get the news.  I get a call.  She died alone,
in a run-down apartment.  There was no doubt that she killed herself.  She
left a note begging you for forgiveness, and...and...you follow soon after.
We both do."

   Melinda couldn't go on anymore, she felt old and used and tired. 
Marcus's eyes weren't entirely focused on her or anything, and his forehead
was covered in a cold sweat.  That scared her.  This was too much, far too
much.  What sadist wrote these exercises?  How dare they manipulate people
to violate taboos and then punish them for it.  She found herself moving,
shifting her body down, kissing her son on his forehead.

   "It's all right, baby.  It's done.  The exercise is done, ok?  The...the
process does something, it makes it seem real, but it's over now.  No more.
I love you, all right, I love you so much.  Please say something, baby.  We
don't have to do anything ever again but just say something."

   "I'm...okay," was all Marcus could get out, but it was enough.  His eyes
were focused, his face began to flush a bit.  He was back to the room, with
her.  The fear-driven imaginings were over.  Melinda kissed him then,
slowly and softly.  She knew that she couldn't make love to him, not yet,
but she moved her hand down and found his cock.  He was soft, the awfulness
of the story had made him so, but he surged to hardness again in her
capable hand.  In a moment, she felt the slick wetness of precum on her
palm, and she smiled at her son.

   "Touch me, please, baby.  I need your comfort now." Melinda said the
words because they were true, not because the guide told her too.  She
needed her son then more than she had ever needed any man.  Marcus brought
his hand to her sex and inserted a finger deftly inside of her.  God, she
was so ready for him.

   "Mom," Marcus said, gasping, already close, "It won't happen, will it?
We won't let it.  We'll be careful, and...and we'll never hurt Jessica by
making her see that?"

   "No, it won't.  But we have to know...fuck that feels good baby, keep
going that deep.  We have to know, so we understand what the consequences
are if we aren't careful.  I love you, Marcus.  I love you so much, and I
need you.  I need you to fuck me, baby.  I need to be your lover and
your..."

   Melinda was aroused then, far more than she had been even seconds
before. Her words were interrupted by the hot stream of seed from her son's
cock, stroking her belly and breasts and even her face.  Marcus was gasping
and groaning, cumming so hard that it was almost physically painful for
him. She felt the last few spurts flowing into her bush, and it was too
much.  She was marked by her own son's cum.  She was his now, and he was
hers.  She came on Marcus' fingers, crying out, shuddering, falling further
in love with him.  Soon, they were quiet, the only sound their panting and
gentle kisses. 

   They had weathered the storm.  They would last. 

   * * * 

   It didn't take them long to recover from their efforts, but they were in
no rush to move.  They were close, touching, and talking about everything
and nothing.  Melinda was surprised to realize that she felt not only
relaxed but also energized.  The exercise had been cathartic, helping her
to release the last of her fear and guilt, breaking the chains of taboo
forever. 

   Well, most of them.  There was still enough shame to make it incredibly
hot.  Melinda thanked Lacy and those behind the Resort for their research
silently because she knew that she and her son would never have grown this
close without them.

   Eventually, Melinda and Marcus stood and dressed, almost wordlessly. 
Marcus wore shorts and a plain tee-shirt.  Melinda put on a bikini.  It was
one that she had purchased years ago and never dared to wear, and perhaps a
little small now, but the way her son looked at her was very gratifying. 
She threw a short sash on over the bottoms, always feeling a bit shy of
flashing what she regarded as her overly-plump ass, but she was more
confident about the way her tits slightly overflowed the cups on the top.
Marcus casually groped her breasts before they left the room, and she found
herself loving it, pushing herself into his hands.  If any part of her body
pleased her man, she would let him use it.

   They left their hotel in the late morning, stopped at a nearby cafe on
the resort for breakfast, and then idly walked down the beach.  Thanks to
William's warning, they were not startled when they saw various forms of
group sex taking place on the beach and in the more private alcoves that
they passed.  Sharing must have been a common fantasy, even if it wasn't
one the majority indulged in. 

   About a half a mile down, they found their friends, although they did
not attract attention.  William and Angela were both on their back, and
both being ridden by a lovely dark-skinned mother and son.  All were
enjoying it, and William and Angela were holding hands while they both were
passively taken.  Melinda thought, to her surprise, that it was strangely
romantic, in its way.

   "I can't do it, Mom," Marcus said, finally, his voice slightly
anguished, "I can't watch you get fucked by a stranger or a friend.  I...I
need you to be mine.  It drives me insane that you have to fuck Dad."

   Marcus' sudden outpouring surprised Melinda.  She turned and faced her
son, taking his face in her hands, looking up into his eyes.  He was a man,
but he was her boy, still, and reassurances were needed sometimes.

   "I don't want to fuck any other men but you.  And I'm not going to have
sex with your father anymore.  Now that you know he's a cheater and...well.
We barely have any sort of sex life anyway, and what we have had has been
far from anything like making love.  Some people don't, but I...I need that
in a partner.  It isn't something nice, I need to be with someone that I
trust and love and who returns my feelings.  I can't cum otherwise.  I just
can't.  But you haven't had any trouble making your mother cum, have you?"

   Marcus blushed to hear his mother's words, and she smiled.

   "I don't have any right to make demands like that of you," Marcus said,
"but I just want you to be mine.  For a while, anyway.  I don't want to
date anyone else, either.  I'm lost to anyone but you."

   They kissed then, long and slow, Marcus' hand around his mothers bare
back, and she felt a new urgency grow inside of her.  She had to have her
son, and soon.  But the guide had been explicit.  They had to discuss it
first.  She took her son's hands in her own.

   "You do have a right, Marcus.  You're my man now.  We belong to each
other.  That's what this is about.  I understand it better today.  We
couldn't get closer without overcoming what was holding us back, and now
that we have, I wouldn't ever endanger it.  Speaking of which, we have one
more step to take."

   "I want you so badly, Mom."

   Melinda smiled. 

   "Good.  Because I need your cock inside of me in a way that I've never
felt before.  Before we do anything, we need to talk about it, though."

   So they held hands and began to stroll again, the farther they went, the
more deserted the beach became. 

   "Um, how, uh, do you want to do it, Mom?"

   Marcus' stuttering shyness was somehow irresistible to Melinda.  Even
after all this, she realized, he was afraid of letting her down.

   "Well, I've had a fantasy since we first arrived.  I've never had sex on
the beach.  I know that there are problems with sand, but I can't get it
out of my head.  I have this image of you taking me from behind, making me
scream your name.  I don't care if anyone walks by us, but I do want it to
be a bit public.  I want there to be a chance that people see my handsome
son fucking me.  I want them to know how he makes me feel and how he owns
me.  I want them to know that he's off-limits to anyone else."

   "Wow," Marcus said, "were you thinking of doing this soon?  Like on this
walk?"

   Melinda stopped.  It hadn't occurred to her at first, but yes, now that
he'd mentioned it, she desperately wanted to fuck him soon.

   "Yes, Marcus, is that all right?"

   "God, yes, um.  Honestly, there's something I need as well if it's all
right with you."

   Melinda smiled.

   "Of course.  What do you want me to do?"

   "I want us to face each other.  I know that missionary is supposed to be
boring but...I want to look you in the eye when I cum.  I want to watch you
being filled.  I need it, actually.  I need to see that you're mine.  I
can't explain it, but it's how I've been...fantasizing about you."

   Melinda heard an aroused huskiness come over her voice.  Would she ever
get used to her son talking like this?  She hoped not.

   "Yes.  Yes, I want that very much.  Let's try and find a spot.  I...I
really need you.  I can't wait much longer."

   Now it was Melinda leading her son, almost dragging him, to his
amusement.  She was filled with this anticipation, this longing.  She
thought she might not even cum, but she didn't care.  She needed her son
inside of her, needed him like air and food and water.  She kept looking
but couldn't find a place that felt right.  Her mind seemed clouded with
lust, and she felt her focus begin to slip.

   "What about over there?" Marcus asked, softly, pulling his mother gently
to a halt.

   Yes, there!  How had she missed it?  There was an alcove here, even as
far away from the center of the Resort as they were.  It was different than
the others, somehow.  They entered it together.  It was more of a grove,
surrounded as it was by trees and thick tropical foliage.  The ground was
shaded and covered in soft moss, and benches lined the inside.  An
artificial stream ran through the shaded center, and there was a sense of
unreality to it as if it was another world, but it still had a large enough
entrance that it was likely that someone might walk by and witness their
love. 

   It was perfect.

   Without a moment's hesitation, Melinda turned and pulled her son's shirt
off of him.  She smiled as he reached around behind her and untied her
bikini top.  She felt the support give way, and the brisk breeze stiffen
her nipples as she unbuttoned her son's pants.  Marcus stepped out of them
and then knelt before his mother.  She gasped as her son took her sash off
and suddenly pulled down her bottoms, hard. 

   Melinda almost fell then, startled as she was, but she felt her son's
hands on her buttocks, steadying her.  He was so strong, and she was at his
mercy.  She felt herself vibrate as if her entire body was electric.  She
allowed Marcus to lower her down to the soft moss, and she lay back,
feeling her breasts settle.  It wasn't wet but rather dry and cool, and she
parted her legs almost shyly.  She had never felt any more vulnerable with
a man.  Her entire emotional being was open to her son, and if he were to
stop now, she felt like she would die.

   Marcus watched her for a moment, still on his knees, and made no effort
to come closer.  Melinda held her hands out in an age-old gesture of want,
and she moaned.  She couldn't speak, not even to beg.  Her son had reduced
her to this, and she loved him for it.  She needed him. 

   Marcus smiled, and his gaze took on a hunger, a fierceness.  He moved
swiftly over her and buried his face in her wet pussy.  It wasn't a calm,
precise thing that he did, it was devouring.  She shuddered and cried out
and came, sudden and sharp.  He kissed and nipped his way up her belly then
to her breasts.  She felt him latch on to her with his hot mouth, sucking
and squeezing the nipple tightly between his lips.  His free hand groped
her savagely while his other held her neck in a way that was both
supporting and simultaneously claiming.  Melinda's thoughts poured out of
her then.  She had no resistance or filter.  Her fears and desires mixed.

   "Marcus, please.  Please take me.  Please fuck me.  Please just me.  No
one else.  Only me.  Give me your cum.  Mark me.  Make me...oh, fuck!"

   Melinda's thoughts stopped entirely, she was a blank slate.  There was
only one thing that mattered, and that was that her son's cock, the man who
she had given birth to just over nineteen years ago, was pushing its way
inside of her.  Only the head, and not even entirely at that, but her body
arched.  She came again.  This had never happened to her before, and she
was gasping and struggling to breathe.  Marcus reacted with concern, afraid
that he had hurt her, but she wrapped her legs around his flanks and her
arms around his back and pulled him deeper.  Deeper.  She needed all of
him.

   Melinda shook and sobbed as her son slowly entered her.  Dimly, some
awareness remained and appreciated that he did not merely thrust inside
her, knowing that it would hurt her in ways that she did not enjoy.  The
core of her being, however, desired more of him.  Why was he resisting her
so?  Didn't he understand that his mother needed him?  Finally, after so
much slow movement, she felt him bottom out inside of her.  He filled her
entirely, but he did not hurt her, did not hit her in places that would
make her cringe in unpleasant pain.  He was perfect.

   Marcus kissed her then and swiftly moved to maul her neck with his
teeth. She rolled her hips and clenched her legs, urging him to fuck her,
and finally, at last, he began to move in and out of her.  Long strokes,
perfect strokes, filling her, filling where he had been made.  He was
returning home, as he should, as all men should.  She pushed back with each
thrust, and soon, the sound of flesh on flesh filled the small alcove.

   Marcus grunted, increasing his pace.  Melinda moaned and cried out, and
he tenderly cradled his mother's head.  She felt him swelling.  They had
not been going for very long, but she understood.  She knew that this first
time wouldn't take long for him.  Melinda was unexpectedly taken again by
another orgasm, then another, and another.  Still, her son mercilessly
thrust inside her.  She was incredibly sensitive now, her whole body an
erogenous zone. 

   Marcus cried out this time, loud and strong.  He looked deeply into
Melinda's eyes.  He came.  Thick ropes of virile seed filled his mother,
gushing into her deepest places.  Melinda could practically see it filling
her waiting womb.  Every part of her begged to be pregnant at that moment.
She wanted nothing more than to give her son a child, their child.  As the
last of the rapid-fire orgasms rocked her body, that one thought filled her
mind.

   They cried out together and kissed as, finally, their bodies' relaxed.
Their mutual desire, far from sated, was temporarily appeased.  Melinda
smiled as she felt Marcus' cum flowing from her as he pulled out.  She was
proud of him for fucking her so well and proud of herself for taking it. 
She was his, now, marked in the oldest and most honest way.  Words could
lie, but the seed filling her and the look in his eyes now spoke only of
true love. 

   They kissed and touched and moved together and apart until finally, they
lay panting, spooning and naked on the soft moss, Marcus' hand holding his
mothers and drawn up between her breasts. 

   This was, without a doubt, the best sex Melinda had ever had.

   * * *

   Melinda knew, then, at the end of the last exercise, that it had all
been for a good purpose.  They were bound now together in a way that she
would have been unable to describe.  From two people, a new unity had
formed.  There was nothing that they could not face together, and no-one
could deny them their love.  They were mates in the oldest sense of the
word, truly and completely.

   Whatever psychological tricks and techniques were built into the
exercises and the Resort itself, Melinda was grateful for them.  She knew
as she lay languidly with her son in the afterglow of their mating, that
they would both return here, as many times as they could. 

   Melinda pulled her son close, intending to hold him, but he was already
recovered, and to her delight, he rolled her onto her front.  She got up on
her hands and knees and faced the ocean.  She was tired, so wonderfully
tired, but she felt a new wave of wetness soak herself. 

   "Take me, baby.  Like this.  I'm yours now.  Only yours." Melinda had
trouble with complete sentences, her arousal was so perfect.  She had
thought once would be enough to sate her.  She was sure of it, but here she
was, eager and willing to fuck again.  No questions about it, she was
presenting like a bitch in heat.  She heard her son positioning himself
behind her, and waited, as patiently as she could.

   "I love you, Mom.  I don't want anyone else."

   Melinda smiled to herself at the thought that she was going to have to
convince her son to sleep with other girls.  Not now, or hopefully soon,
but eventually.  She wouldn't hold him back from having a married life if
that was what he wanted.  For now, though, she was greatly pleased to be
the sole focus of his desire.  She looked out, watching the waves roll in
the late morning light, and then saw a familiar figure waving to her.

   Angela and William stood there, on the beach, watching them from a
respectful distance.  Perhaps in other circumstances, Melinda would have
been upset to have been spied on, but they were in public, even if it was a
little bit out of the way.  And having their friends witness this moment,
this second mating, somehow made it better.  Also, it didn't hurt that
William was clearly standing behind his mother, fondling her with his free
hand as hers rubbed his crotch.  They were enjoying it.

   "Hey," Melinda said, "look who's...oh fuck...fuck, yes, yes, baby!"

   Melinda wanted to tell Marcus, figuring he would be aroused by their
audience as well, but he had been busy.  His thrust inside of her had
caught her by surprise, and its smooth speed had been forceful but not
painful.  He knew.  He understood.  He could give her what she needed. 

   Melinda felt her son's strong hands on her flanks, and he began to fuck
her.  This wasn't making love, not really, although there was love in it.
Before had been a bonding, but this was a taking.  Melinda eagerly pushed
back into him, giving all of herself.  He knew that she was his caregiver,
but that she needed strength as well, a real partner, and someone who
would, on occasion, be her master.

   "Arch your back," Marcus commanded.  Melinda was stunned at the
confidence in her son's voice.  It was intoxicating, and for a moment she
didn't react, instead letting her son fuck her harder and harder.  A harsh
spank on her rear brought her back to the present, and she arched her back,
obedient immediately.  Melinda moaned as she felt her son penetrate her
even more deeply.

   "That's it, Mom, you're taking me so well," Marcus said, still in that
firm voice while gently stroking her back, rewarding her prompt obedience.
God, she would do anything he told her to if he spoke like that.  Her son
was downright dangerous. 

   Melinda groaned as her son took her with increasing ferocity.  He was so
strong and felt impossibly hard inside of her.  It was almost too much. 
It was too much.  She moaned, and dropped, almost exhausted, unto her
elbows, her head sinking to the cool moss.  Never did it occur to her to
ask her son to be gentler, or to stop.  Even if it had, she wouldn't have.

   Melinda felt it building inside of her, a great wave, much more than she
had felt in years.  Maybe more than she had felt ever.  It scared her as
she felt herself lose control.  She cried out and sobbed, her body arched
and tensed, and her eyes rolled back.  This wasn't an orgasm, it was a
riptide, an undercurrent that seized her and pulled her deep, deep below
the surface.  She couldn't breathe or think or see.  She knew her son was
fucking her into this place, she knew that he wouldn't stop until he was
done with her.  She felt like she was dying, and she wanted this sensation
to go on forever.

   Marcus came then, filling her again, and his mother's pussy milked him
in the midst of his orgasm.  Melinda wanted his seed and his child.  She
wanted it so badly at that moment.  Perhaps it was a bad idea, and it was
unlikely that they would conceive, but she wanted to give her son
everything and every part of her, and she wanted their love to bear fruit.
Amid this intensity of feeling, Melinda lost herself and fell unconscious.

   Melinda awoke a short while later, laying on her side.  She was at
peace, totally and completely.  She was also completely exhausted.  She was
aware that she was curled up a bit, but she felt her son's strong arm
around her, gently touching her everywhere.  It was neither sexual nor
possessive, but reassuring.  She felt content and worried that she had
alarmed Marcus by passing out.  If she did, he didn't mention it but simply
whispered sweet words to her, and she felt more loved than ever. 

   They lay like that for a long time and reveled in the newness and wonder
of their lives.

   * * *

   When they arose, their friends had left, probably assuming that they
would want to be alone after their lovemaking.  There was something even
more intimate about the cuddling after, and Melinda was grateful for their
courtesy.  They stayed nude, however, and eventually stood and went
swimming for the first time that trip, right there on the beach.  Others
saw them and some watched.  Melinda knew that she and her son were both
beautiful together, and she was proud to be seen with him and proud to be
his.

   The rest of the trip was, in all ways, a honeymoon for them.  They went
scuba diving together.  They took long walks.  They ate and spent lovely
evenings with Angela and William.  Running through all of it was sex, of
course, but it wasn't driving them the way the subconscious attraction had
been.  Melinda realized that before they had come to the Resort, there had
been something there, between her son and herself, that was forbidden,
unspoken, and tense.  Their repression of it, and the frustrations of
living together but being unable to express it had turned their
relationship toxic. 

   The Resort hadn't forced them to do anything, but simply removed the
blindfolds that they had been wearing.  Melinda especially.

   By the end of the week, both Melinda and her son were sad to leave the
Resort, but they felt another emotion, too.  An optimistic and
straightforward joy.  Even if what they had would never be accepted or
tolerated, it was real, and it was theirs.  They would find a way.  They
would make it work. 

   As Natalie and Angela had been before her, Melinda was grateful for all
that happened, both the difficult and the easy parts.  All were beautiful
to her now, if not as beautiful as her son.  As she sat on the plane ride
home, holding his hand, chatting idly about the silliest and most mundane
things, she felt the final piece of her life settle into place, a sacred
contentment that she had never felt before.

   They may have been leaving the resort, but they weren't returning home.
Home was no longer a place, but each other.  They were the core of a new
family that rose from the ashes of the old. 

   They would last.

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   Home Safe

   ---------------------------------------------

   Melinda hadn't needed to file for divorce after all.  Her husband had
the papers ready and handed them to her a week after they had returned.  He
expected a fight, maybe tears.  She simply smirked at him and reviewed the
paperwork to ensure that he wasn't trying to cheat her or more importantly,
the children. 

   As things turned out, he had been just as afraid of losing everything if
his infidelity came up in court, so he'd made an equitable offer.  She
would get the house, he got one of the cars and just over half of their
savings.  Child support was offered, but Melinda did not assume that he
would pay it.  She was grateful that she worked at a well-paying job. 
Custody of Jessica for the next six months (when she would turn eighteen)
would remain with Melinda. 

   Melinda signed, paying for her own lawyer to expedite the process. 
Maybe one day her ex would have a good relationship with his children, but
at that moment, all three of his immediate family just wanted him gone. 
Although the divorce took months to finalize, he moved out the morning
after serving the papers and didn't return except to pack his things while
the rest of them were out.

   Melinda realized that it was as if a great weight had been lifted off of
all of them.  Even Jessica, desperate for male approval and care, was
relieved to be rid of an authority figure that she could not trust.  She
transferred all her affection to her brother, who she was already close
to. 

   Marcus was, for all purposes, the man of the house now.  He had sex with
Melinda at least once a day, and sometimes more often, except when one of
them wasn't up to it.  He provided her with real emotional support, and
they told each other everything.  Well, almost everything. 

   Melinda was concerned about Jessica's happiness, but it wasn't time to
discuss that with her son.  For now, his concern was school, and her
concern was supporting him.  You supported your man, and you supported your
son.  When both were the same person, you would give endlessly of yourself
without question.  Marcus had already told her that he intended to stay
close for college, and Melinda had been selfishly grateful for it.  He
could get a solid business degree at the local state school, though, and he
would be around for both his mother and his sister.  Melinda would work and
save, and all three would work together to keep the household moving.

   When Jessica had graduated high school and gone off to college, then
Melinda suspected there would be trips and new living arrangements of some
sort.  At the moment, Jessica's well-being had to be considered, and both
Melinda and her son put her happiness ahead of their own. 

   It was the shape that their new family took, and it worked, even if it
wouldn't last like that forever.

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   Epilogue - Jessica

   ---------------------------------------------

   Just Over One Year Later

   It was insane.  It was sick.  It was wrong.

   But it was true, and she had to admit it.  Jessica was jealous of her
mom for the time that she got to spend with her brother. 

   Before the trip, she would have told anyone how close she was with
Marcus, how he was fantastic and sweet and kind and handsome.  She'd
thought about trying to set him up with some of her friends, but that never
seemed quite right to her, so she didn't.  Her closest friends sometimes
made fun of her, saying she had a crush on him, but it was just a joke. 
That's what Jessica told herself when she caught herself thinking Wrong
Things.  It was just a joke.  Not real.

   Marcus was a little shy and reserved, so he didn't date, and that was
fine by Jessica.  That was more time to get him to go with her to the park
or the movies, or just to hang out together while they did homework. 

   Plus, he gave the very best hugs.

   Then Mom had her family crisis moment.  Jessica could sympathize.  Dad
was a jerk.  More than that.  Worse than that.  He cheated on mom, over and
over, and Marcus and Jessica watched things degenerate between their
parents.  Jessica tried to stay close to her mother, but Marcus couldn't
stand it.  He loved her too much, Jessica thought, to watch her allow
herself to be disrespected.  So he pulled away.

   When he saw that Jessica was still their mother's confidante, he pulled
away from her, too.  It hurt, but she knew that he'd come back to her.  In
that way, the trip had been good for all of them.

   Marcus and their mom had come home, relaxed, and obviously much more
comfortable with each other.  Dad had served their mother divorce papers
almost immediately, which shocked but also pleased Jessica.  Melinda didn't
fight them, and he really expressed no interest at all in custody, which
wasn't much of a surprise given that Marcus was an adult and Jessica was
very close to being one at the time.  And by the time the divorce was
finalized, she was eighteen, so it didn't really matter one way or the
other.

   But her father had shown no interest in her at all after that.  And
Marcus, well, he was open with her, and friendly, and confident, and even
more caring.  The trip had been very good for him, there was no doubt.  But
he had much less time for Jessica now.  He went to college locally, which
was nice, but all of his spare time not spent studying or with his friends
seemed to be spent with her.

   It wasn't right, Jessica thought, for a young man to spend so much time
with his mother.  Then again, once she understood that she was jealous of
their strangely close relationship, it forced her to face up to her own
feelings and desires.

   What kind of sister fantasized about her brother taking her on dates? 
What kind of sister actively drove away girls who asked if her brother was
single?  What kind of sister thought about her own brother while she
masturbated?

   Apparently the kind of sister named Jessica.

   Mom and Marcus went to the Resort again less than a year later, and when
they got back, Jessica blew up.  She concealed the real trigger of her
anger it as the second trip being "unfair," but truthfully she'd gotten to
go to Paris with her friends the year before and then this year she was
more or less promised a vacation anywhere she wanted since she couldn't go
on that one.  What she wanted was her brother and time with him.  Even if
she could never have what she really needed, at least she could be close to
him, right?  But that wasn't the sort of thing you told her mother.

   Jessica had been so angry and said some mean, even cruel things.  She'd
hurt Marcus' feelings, and she felt terrible about that.  She expected her
mother to fight back, but she hadn't.  Instead, she'd taken Jessica out for
coffee.  Marcus understood that he wasn't invited and watched them
worriedly as the car pulled out of the driveway.

   * * * 

   While they sat together, drinking overpriced and over-sugared drinks,
Melinda considered her daughter.  She was beautiful, the spitting image of
herself when she was younger.  Melinda had been a looker then, but Jessica,
with her more athletic tendencies and open demeanor, was more inviting and
drew even more attention.  Melinda decided to start the awkward talk with a
tough question.

   "So," Melinda said, casually, "why aren't you dating anyone?  Does it
have anything to do with Marcus?"

   Jessica almost spat her drink out.  She had expected anger or a lecture
about proper behavior, or even a heart to heart, but not that.  Suddenly
Jessica understood.  Her mother knewabout her sick desire for Marcus.  It
was too late for her now.  She'd have to leave home, of course.  Oh god,
would mom tell him?  No...no she couldn't!  At least they could still talk
on the phone if she was gone, but if he knew what she would like then he
would never want to speak to her again...

   "God," Jessica said, "I know how messed up this must seem.  I didn't
think it was that obvious.  I know I'm sick, ok, but please don't tell
him..." Jessica felt hysteria building in her.  She was usually a calm
girl, more level headed than her older brother, but the idea of him looking
at her with disgust filled her with a kind of fear that she'd never felt
before. 

   "Take a deep breath," Melinda said, smiling gently, "no one is telling
anyone anything.  To be honest, I'm not really entirely sure what you just
admitted to.  If you want to tell me about it, I'll listen."

   Jessica looked into her mother's eyes and saw only love and acceptance.
She swallowed deeply. 

   "I, uh...this is hard.  I'm...I'm in love with Marcus." Jessica felt her
face flush, and her veins fill with ice.  This was a bad idea.  Mom loved
her, yes, but there were limits.  You had to protect your children from
perverts and predators, even if one happened to be another of your
children. 

   "I thought that was the case.  Are you sure it's love?  Not just a
passing infatuation?  He's quite handsome and in good shape.  These things
do happen."

   Jessica thought about taking the easy way out.  Her mother would believe
her.  Maybe.  But it was a lie, and Jessica didn't have to think very hard
to know that it was.

   "No, mom.  I'm in love with him.  Like...love love.  I have for a few
years, at least, but I only realized it recently, I swear.  I'm sick.  I
know it."

   "Jessica," Melinda said, reaching over the table and squeezing her
daughter's hand, "I'm never going to call you sick for loving your brother.
Even if it is a bit...unorthodox.  But I can't settle this for you."

   "I know, mom!  I need a therapist, or a priest or..."

   Melinda laughed then, and it shocked Jessica.  Did her mother really
find this amusing?

   "Jessica, no.  I meant that I couldn't really settle this thing between
you.  Only you and Marcus can, and I obviously don't speak for him.  After
all, he's an adult.  In fact, you're both adults now.  I've felt for some
time now that adults should be able to love who they want, how they want.
If it doesn't hurt them or someone else, then I really see no problem with
it.  Do you understand?"

   Jessica blinked, but couldn't respond.  Did her mother just give her the
ok to date her own brother?  She must have misheard.  But Melinda wasn't
done.

   "I brought you out here alone, because I wanted to speak to you first,
before your brother.  I don't want to pressure you, but the Resort that he
and I go to?  They have special events for brothers and sisters, too. 
Would you want to go with him?  I can promise that whatever happens, it
will be good for both of you."

   Jessica drew in a sharp breath, but her mind had difficulty working the
angles.

   "Can you, um, explain that a little better?  I mean, yes, I'm
interested. Very interested.  But I don't really see Marcus agreeing..."

   Melinda shook her head.

   "I can't and won't explain it.  It's not for me to do so.  But I will
promise you this.  If you tell me you want to, right now, I will guarantee
that Marcus will go with you.  He loves you, dearly.  You must see that. 
I'll ask him to go, and then it will just be the two of you on a beautiful,
relaxing island, sorting things out together.  I'll never need to know any
details one way or another."

   Jessica searched her mother's face for some sign that this was a trap,
or worse that her mother was hurt by the idea.  She didn't quite understand
that feeling, but the subtext...well, it was strange.  Melinda's face was
placid, however.  No, that was wrong, she was eager and supportive of this.
Whatever else her mother was, she wasn't cruel or a deceiver.  If she
promised that she'd do something, she'd do her best to make good on it. 
And she'd never do anything to hurt her children. 

   "Yes, mom.  I mean, I would love to go on vacation with Marcus.  If it
doesn't bother you.  Or him."

   Melinda smiled widely.

   "No, honey.  Maybe if he went with someone else, but never with you."

   For her part, Melinda surprised herself by feeling no jealousy
whatsoever.  It seemed to her to be the most natural step that their family
could take, now that she understood Jessica's own desires mirrored her own.
After all, Melinda thought, if she couldn't share her son with her own
daughter, what kind of mother was she?



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