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Angela's Diary - 7
by Senor Smut (senorsmut@gmail.com)

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Angela and David finally take their new relationship to 
the next level and share a night of passion. (Fm, inc, 
reluc, rom)

***

Author Notes: I welcome and strongly encourage any 
constructive commentary and criticism, be it positive, 
negative, or a bit of both. I can be contacted at 
senorsmut@gmail.com. 

The following story is a work of fiction. No real 
people were harmed in the writing of this story. Many 
of the things depicted in this story are immoral, some 
are illegal, and perhaps most aren't particularly 
advisable. Please use common sense when approaching 
this story and realize that a description of fantasy 
is, and must be, different from reality. 

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Chapter 9 

And so there it was. For something I had expected for 
so very long, it still took me by surprise – so much 
so, in fact, that all I could do for a long moment was 
gape at David with my jaw open and my wide eyes 
uncomprehending. He calmly finished his cereal, then 
looked up at me as though he had said nothing more 
shocking or controversial than that he'd like 
hamburgers for dinner. Finally I managed a, "What?" 

"This weekend I'm going to make love to you," he said 
simply, looking into my eyes. "I've waited long enough. 
This is the time for us." 

"David..." He waited for me to finish, but honestly I 
didn't have anything more to add. I'd said it all 
before many times and he hadn't listened. Finally he 
just smiled and stood up, taking his dishes over to the 
sink. He passed me where I stood in the middle of the 
floor and I turned to watch him. At last I said, 
"You're serious about this." 

He deposited his dishes in the dishwasher and came to 
me, his big, strong arms going around me and taking me 
to him. "Yes, mom. I am perfectly serious. We're going 
to spend this weekend making love and you're going to 
adore every second of it, I promise." 

"I don't want this, David." 

"You will." 

"I won't." 

"When we get into bed, you'll change your mind." 

"David, please, I..." The rest was cut off when he put 
his mouth on mine and kissed me like a man kisses a 
woman, firmly, deeply and lovingly. His hands were sure 
on my back and his tongue moving against mine in my 
mouth. I didn't kiss him back, but I did let him kiss 
me, and that was a change from the past few days. I 
don't think I really thought anything specifically, 
because my brain felt like it had been smacked with a 
shovel, but I was aware that the seeds had been laid 
for yet another panic attack. 

He stepped back and looked at me, a hungry smile on his 
face, and then turned and left for the day. He left me 
standing alone and bewildered, like Dorothy when the 
tornado dumped her in Oz. My world had shattered and 
here he was, ready to pick up the pieces.

But that wasn't really surprising, was it? David was 
always one step ahead. He'd known about Tim for months 
before he said anything; hell, he'd been filming it for 
months before he even saw me with Charlie that first 
time. Had he just been waiting for a chance to use it, 
to trap me and break me and make me his? Or did he plan 
to blackmail his father with it? 

That last thought brought me up short – maybe he WAS 
blackmailing Tim with it. I wouldn't have been at all 
surprised. Would David really let a chance like that 
pass without using it? Had he extracted money from Tim? 
Had he made Tim tell him all about my likes and 
dislikes? Was that how he knew how to seduce me? I 
didn't know, but what was more important was that I 
realized that I didn't care because honestly it didn't 
make any difference now. Things were what they were. 
Tim was lost to me, Laurel would be lost soon enough, 
and I was about to become my son's woman. What 
difference did it make how we all got here? 

And so I puttered around doing miscellaneous chores, 
and the little flower of anxiety that was growing 
around my heart blossomed in due time: at noon, I had 
the worst panic episode yet. I wound up on the living 
room floor, curled in the fetal position, gasping for 
air and feeling like I was suffocating. And yes, part 
of it was that David had told me what he intended to do 
to me and this time I knew I had no way out – but only 
maybe less than half of it was due to that. Most of it 
was due to the simple fact, which should have been 
apparent all along but was only now hitting me, that my 
whole life had been a hollow, meaningless lie. 

I'd set myself up as the perfect little suburban 
housewife, the woman who had a great husband and a pair 
of above-average kids and a dog, a beautiful house and 
a green yard, a BMW and a perky little butt and wasn't 
everything just so splendid and gracious and enviable? 
I'd told everyone that all along, just like I'd told 
myself, and I believed it just like everyone else did. 
But none of it had been true. Not a single goddamned 
bit of it. 

But if I wasn't that thing, if I wasn't that Good 
Housekeeping Betty Crocker Martha Stewart Thomas 
Kinkade bullshit phantasm, what was I? If the whole 
life I had constructed for myself was now a shambles, 
what would grow to replace it? If I didn't have the 
perfect family and the perfect home, what did I have? 
What would I have now that I had nothing? 

I thought I'd been afraid before, but I didn't know the 
half of it. You want to know what real fear is? Have 
your whole world taken away from you and shown to be a 
sham, and have absolutely no back-up plan whatsoever. 
It's like standing on the edge of a cliff that's 
crumbling away from every direction and all you can do 
is stand there and dread the plunge. 

And so I panicked, and I was terrified. Charlie 
whimpered worriedly and curled up next to me as if to 
ward off whatever bad things were plaguing me by his 
sheer presence, and it even worked a little. I love him 
so much that just having him there did make me feel a 
little better, enough anyway that I could get up and 
take a long shower to try to get my wits back. It 
didn't really work, but I couldn't think of anything 
else to try. 

Sue called at about two – our folks' 45th anniversary 
was coming up in a couple of weeks and we wanted to do 
something special for it – and I talked to her. She 
knew something was wrong because she hinted a bunch of 
times that something seemed to be on my mind...but what 
was I going to tell her? So I told her nothing and she 
probably assumed the worst, or at least what she 
thought was the worst, which was almost certainly much 
preferable to reality. It would have been funny if it 
weren't so tragic. 

When I was done talking to her, I went and bought two 
boxes of condoms. I figured there was no way David 
would put me through enough to go through 24 Trojans in 
two days...though I also didn't doubt he'd try. I also 
called my family doctor, Dr. Hermann, and got him to 
write a prescription for the pill. Normally I'd have 
had to go in for a checkup to get prescribed, but I've 
been taking my whole family to see Leo since I had 
David and he was willing to call the scrip into the 
pharmacy. I'd start on them as soon as I could, but 
David was going to be doing me the next day and so the 
condoms were definitely necessary – right now I was 
fertile as hell and the last thing I wanted was to get 
knocked up by my own son. 

I know it sounds like I was taking this whole thing 
very calmly, at least once my panic attack passed, and 
I guess I was, at least outwardly. I'd had a chance to 
get used to the idea of being David's sexual partner 
for a while, and through gradual steps, so it wasn't 
shocking to me the way it had been when he first told 
me he wanted me. Then too, there wasn't really any way 
out of it for me either; there hadn't been from the 
first, and you can't keep panicking over the same thing 
no matter how upsetting it is. 

But really, it was more than that. My horrible 
realization that my old dream of a life was gone 
forever left me with nothing. And now David was 
offering me something. Yes, it was something I 
shouldn't have wanted or accepted or allowed. But when 
you have nothing, when you really, truly have nothing 
whatsoever in your life and no reason to get up the 
next morning, then anything, even a wrong thing, seems 
good. Maybe "good" is too strong a word, because I 
wasn't looking forward to it at all; on the other hand, 
I knew I didn't have the strength to fight it. 

And really, honestly, why should I? Was David my son 
anymore? Was Tim my husband? Was I married in any way 
except some polite legal and social (and economic, 
don't forget that) fiction? David could give me 
something I had never in my life had: real, honest, 
sexual fulfillment and complete and utter acceptance. 
Why shouldn't I take it? Why shouldn't I have the same 
basic physical and emotional joy that my husband had 
been illicitly taking for years, and that he soon 
enough would give my daughter? What would denying 
myself get me? Was there even a moral high ground for 
me to claim? 

I took Charlie out for our run, then came home and 
washed and dried Laurel's track uniform so it would be 
ready for her to pack for the meet. I was still that 
much of a mother, I guess, and enough to prepare a 
decent dinner for my clan. I was in the middle of 
cutting up some zucchini when Patty called with details 
of her date the night before. It had gone amazingly 
well, and Patty was beyond elated. Maria had asked her 
to go away with her for the weekend to a bed and 
breakfast down by Red Wing, and Patty had lost no time 
in accepting. She was getting less and less concerned 
with what her husband might think, which was fantastic, 
and she couldn't stop giggling. In all, she was a 
spring breeze blowing across the barrens of my life, 
and I actually managed a real and legitimate smile as 
we talked. The mood didn't last after I hung up. 

David came home at his usual time, patting Charlie on 
the head and then put his arms around me and took me 
into a kiss. Like before, I didn't kiss him back, but 
he didn't seem to mind. As his tongue moved against 
mine in my mouth, something occurred to me, and when he 
let the kiss go I put my forehead on his chest and 
sighed. "David," I said softly, "I know you don't 
believe it now, but some day you're going to want me as 
a mother. Not as a lover, but as a mother. And when 
that happens I don't know if I'll be able to be that 
for you." 

"Why not?" he asked me, his voice gentle and soothing. 
God, did it ever feel good to be in his arms, to be in 
the arms of a strong, beautiful young man who wanted me 
for who I was...a man who wanted me, period. 

"Because what we're going to do is going to change 
things between us. It has to, there's no way it can't." 

"I know. I want things to change between us. I've 
always wanted that." 

"But when they change, they can't change back." 

"I won't want them to, and neither will you. Not once 
you feel what it's like."

"I know you say that now, but someday you'll wish we 
hadn't done it, and then it will be too late." 

"I'll never wish we hadn't done it, mom. It's what I've 
always wanted." 

"Wanting what you can't have and wanting what you do 
have are two different things. One's easy, the other 
isn't always." 

"You'll always be my mom. No matter what happens 
between us, no matter what we do, you will always, 
always be my mom." 

"I'll always be the one who gave birth to you. That 
doesn't mean I'll be your mother." 

"Why not? What will change? Will you stop loving me?" 

I sighed. "No, I'll never stop loving you, no 
matter...well, no matter, I'll never stop loving you. 
But the way I think about you is going to change, and 
what I can give you is going to change. You won't have 
that part of me anymore. You won't be my little boy. 
You'll be my man. They're two different things." 

"Say that again." He sounded pleased. 

"You won't be my little boy anymore." 

He put a finger beneath my chin and tilted my head up 
so I was looking him in the eye. God, he was so 
handsome, so sure of himself, so...perfect. So 
goddamned perfect. Quietly, smiling, he said, "Say what 
I will be." 

I swallowed. There was no way out now, so there was no 
point in beating around the bush. "You'll be my man." 

He beamed and snuggled me a little closer. "And you'll 
be my woman." 

"Yes, I will." There was no denying it. I was going to 
be my son's woman. And once I did that, once I crossed 
that line, there could never be any going back. 

Not that I had anything to go back to. 

He kissed me again, his tongue slipping past my lips 
and finding mine. I didn't respond at first, but after 
a moment I let myself relax and kiss him back. There 
didn't seem to be any reason not to... 

And suddenly there was a little spark of warmth. I had 
felt so cold, so miserable, and without warning I 
suddenly...didn't. My son's tongue on mine made a 
friction that felt good. It felt welcome. 

And now that I wasn't fighting it anymore, it felt 
right. 

That evening passed in a daze. I was going to have sex 
with my son on Saturday. I had known it was coming, of 
course, but now that it was staring me in the face I 
felt...well, what did I feel? I'm not even sure I can 
explain it. I was frightened and nauseated and curious 
and relieved – yes, relieved. I had been so tense about 
it for weeks, trying to wiggle out of it and wondering 
what it would be like when I couldn't, and now it was 
here and the doubt was gone. All I had to do was go 
through with it, and it would be what it would be. But 
that didn't mean I could get my mind around it. 

Laurel was excited about the trip, and I knew that the 
great majority of the excitement was because of what 
she and Tim would be doing. I didn't know for sure how 
far they'd be going, of course, but I guess I just 
assumed they'd be doing most of the same things David 
and I would... 

And that was when it truly struck me how monstrous my 
family was. 

That night I went to sleep next to my husband while 
wondering how we had gone so wrong and I woke up at 
2:23 AM in a cold sweat – literally, a cold sweat, 
which is one of the most disgusting things I've ever 
felt – with the absolute, utter conviction that Tim 
would make pillow talk with Laurel about what an utter 
disaster I was as a human being, a wife, a lover, a 
mother, a homemaker, everything. I sat bolt upright and 
gasped aloud, and Tim stirred beside me. For a terrible 
moment I thought he would wake up and if he did I 
didn't know what I would say because I was so close to 
panic – 

But he didn't. After a moment's grunting, he subsided 
back into sleep, leaving me staring into the darkness 
and feeling my heart hammer in my chest. I tried to 
catch my breath, and do it quietly enough that I 
wouldn't wake Tim up, and after a few minutes I managed 
it, but I still wasn't calm and I knew immediately that 
it would be a long time before I got to sleep. I tried 
staying in bed with my eyes closed, but there's nothing 
in the world less likely to succeed than trying to go 
to sleep, and so after fifteen minutes or so I slipped 
out of bed. Charlie followed instantly, of course, and 
I was just reaching for the door knob when I heard Tim 
mumble, his voice thick with sleep, "Baby? You OK?" 

"I'm fine, honey," I lied softly. "I'm just taking 
Charlie outside." 

"He didn't mess the bed, did he?" One of Tim's 
recurrent fears is Charlie peeing on our bed. 

"No, he just needs top go outside." 

"'K. Love you." 

I paused, then said, "Love you too, babe." 

I wondered how true it was as I walked down the stairs 
into the darkened lower floor of the house. 

It was a nice night, with a clear sky, a cool breeze, 
and lots of stars. I sat outside while Charlie sniffed 
the yard, feeling the air cool me under my nightgown 
and rehearsing in my mind, over and over, the image of 
Tim and Laurel making love. I know it's odd that, with 
what David was going to be doing to me so pressing, I'd 
be thinking of my husband and daughter, but there it 
is. I know the evidence of my own eyes, in the shape of 
David's little movies, told me that Laurel was a 
perfectly willing participant, and even the instigator 
who wanted more, but I still found myself hoping that 
he wasn't forcing my little girl into anything she 
didn't want to do, or coercing her, or hurting her. 

Yes I knew he loved her more than anything else in the 
world, but I still had the mother's hopes for her 
daughter – that she wouldn't grow up too fast, and that 
when she finally gave away her virginity, if she hadn't 
already, that she would do it because she wanted to, 
because it felt right and she was with someone she 
loved and respected and felt safe with. I hoped she 
felt that way with Tim, and that she would still feel 
that way when he had taken away the last vestiges of 
her girlhood and left in their place a woman. 

And yes, I had resigned myself to what they would do, 
in the same way that I had resigned myself to what 
David and I would be doing. Neither of the situations 
were under my control anymore, if they ever were. All I 
could do was accept them as they were and hope for the 
best. 

I guess I sat there for an hour or more because the 
east was getting pretty well light by the time I headed 
back up to bed. I laid back down next to Tim and was 
asleep by the time he woke up. 


May 31

"I think Laurel and I are leaving this afternoon." 

I paused in mid-pancake flip, but only for a moment. I 
had counted on them not leaving until tomorrow, 
Saturday. Laurel's meet wasn't until late morning and I 
had it in my head that they'd leave at the crack of 
dawn...and give me one more night to get myself 
mentally prepared. But if Tim and my daughter would be 
gone tonight... 

I flipped the pancake. "OK, that sounds good."

I sounded a little weird and I guess Tim picked up on 
it because he asked, "I figured I'd pick her up from 
school and we'd swing by, grab our bags, and head 
straight out, maybe get something to eat on the road. 
Is that all right?" 

"Of course," I replied, studiously flipping another 
cake and trying not to let my hand shake. "You guys are 
going to have a blast. Just make sure you get her back 
early Sunday afternoon." 

"Well we don't have to get back toooo early," Laurel 
said from the table. 

I had a momentary flashing image of turning around, 
striding across the kitchen like an avenging angel in 
an apron, and slamming my spatula down on her head, but 
I shook my head and it went away. "You have finals next 
week and you need some sleep. You're always so excited 
when you get back from a trip." 

Especially this one. 

"Well I know but..." 

"But nothing," Tim said firmly. "What your mother says 
goes. We'll be back by three on Sunday, that will give 
her plenty of time to get ready for school and do last 
minute studying." 

"But I don't need to study, I'll ace the tests..." 

"Honey, no arguing," Tim said warningly. A part of me 
was amazed that he was reprimanding Laurel for talking 
back to me, even as mildly as she was. Given 
everything, given what they had done and everything the 
both knew they would do, he was still insisting he was 
her father and I was her mother. And just as amazing, 
she accepted it without a murmur, told me she was 
sorry, and went back to her breakfast without a trace 
of hard feelings. 

A few minutes later David came down. Tim was just 
leaving and they passed an amiable enough, "Have a good 
day." Laurel finished her breakfast, put her dishes 
away and ran off to catch her bus. I was alone with my 
son. 

He filled a bowl with Wheaties and began to eat. I 
brought him a piece of toast, and he said thanks and 
ate that too. I didn't say anything. I turned my back 
and fussed in the cupboard, pretending to be busy and 
trying to decide what, if anything to say. 

I heard him drinking the milk from the bottom of the 
bowl. 

He brought his dishes over and put them into the 
dishwasher. 

He kissed me on the lips, briefly, told me to have a 
good day, and headed out of the room. 

"They're leaving this afternoon," I blurted as he 
reached the doorway. 

He stopped and turned, slowly. It was a strange and 
surreal moment. Time seemed to slow down, almost to 
stop, and it seemed to take him a year to turn. It took 
so long that I thought he might never actually finish 
it. His face came into view, a delighted smile 
spreading over it, transforming him from merely 
handsome to godlike. He locked eyes with me and I held 
the look for as long as I could bear, which seemed to 
be an incredibly long time, then dropped my gaze to the 
floor. Time resumed its normal course. I knew I was 
blushing. 

"Mom," he said, his voice warm and full of a soft, 
gentle sort of joy. "Tonight." 

I nodded, still not meeting his eyes. 

"Unless...I stay home from school today..." 

"N-no," I stammered, still unwilling to look up. "No, 
I...I need today. Please." 

"All right," he answered smoothly, giving in so easily 
that I knew immediately he hadn't really been thinking 
of staying home at all. "Are you OK?"

I started to shrug, but midway through the gesture it 
became a sort of spasm, like when a chill runs down 
your spine or when you're almost asleep and your whole 
body suddenly jerks. I looked, I'm afraid, like a dying 
fish. "I guess so." 

His arms went around me – I didn't see him cross the 
room because I'd closed my eyes, but I fell into his 
embrace willingly enough. It was warm and certain, and 
very strong. I knew that tonight, when my daughter and 
my husband were gone, that strength would make me his, 
and the knowledge made me faint. "Don't worry, mom. 
You're going to love it. I promise you that, you will 
love it." 

"All right." 

He tilted my head up and made me look at him. He looked 
so confident, so absolutely self-assured that my own 
doubts seemed silly and small by comparison – but they 
didn't disappear. "When I get home, we'll have a nice 
dinner. Don't make anything fancy, nothing that would 
take you a lot of time, just something simple. All 
right?" 

"All right." 

"And when we're done cleaning up, I'm going to take you 
up to your bed." 

"My bed?" That caught me by surprise – my son would be 
taking me in my marriage bed, the bed I shared with my 
husband. "I thought..." 

He shook his head, his smile not even so much as 
flickering. "Your bed. And we'll stay there until 
tomorrow morning." 

I knew it was useless to argue. David was going to have 
his way. "All right." 

"And tomorrow we can spend the whole day together." 

At that I shook my head. "No...I have to over to 
grandpa's and help him with the records thing." 

"Oh, right. Well you'll hurry back." 

"All right." It seemed to be all I could say. 

"Mom," he said again, barely above a whisper, and his 
hug became even tighter and closer. I knew it was the 
sort of hug that, had a lover given it to me, would 
make me feel as though nothing could ever hurt me 
again; but David wasn't my lover yet, and all it made 
me feel was trapped. "I love you. You won't regret 
tonight. I promise you." 

Once more I said, "All right." 

I guess he knew he wasn't going to convince me then and 
there because he just squeezed my hands, kissed my 
forehead, and left. 

I think it was the longest day of my life. Nothing in 
particular happened because I couldn't focus on any 
task long enough to do it or any thought long enough to 
think it. There's nothing much to say about it except 
that I felt like I was in a blender and I felt like my 
world was about to, if not end, then at least transform 
completely...which, of course, it was. 

I remember I took Charlie for our normal run. I 
remember it was a lovely, perfect late May day with 
temperatures in the low 80s, a little breeze from the 
southwest that would blow perfectly into my bedroom 
window if it held out until David took me that 
afternoon, and a few puffy clouds sailing carelessly 
across a sky so blue it could break your heart. I'm 
pretty sure I took at least three showers, maybe four, 
and I'm pretty sure I didn't eat anything. I think I 
spent an hour straightening the same three vases on our 
end table. 

I wish I could tell you that I had a lot of profound 
thoughts about love and change and lust, about deceit 
and entropy and taboos, but honestly I didn't. Or at 
least if I did, I can't remember them now. The whole 
day was a blur. The first thing I really remember well 
after David left was hearing Tim and Laurel pull up in 
the driveway. The sound made my heart hurtle into the 
back of my throat like it was trying to get out through 
my nose, and it was only with difficulty that I fought 
off the adrenaline surge. Laurel came bursting in from 
the garage a moment later, kissed me on the cheek, and 
dashed upstairs to grab the bag I'd packed for her. 

I was fussing with the vases (again, or still – 
honestly I'm not sure which it was) when Tim came in 
and hugged me. I hugged him back and received my 
customary kiss on the cheek, and I suddenly wanted to 
tell him to be gentle with our girl, not to force her, 
not to do anything she didn't want, for God's sake not 
to hurt her. But I couldn't say any of that and so I 
didn't, and he went up and grabbed his bag. They came 
down the stairs together. Laurel looked as eager as a 
virgin on her wedding night, which was, I thought, and 
entirely apt metaphor, and Tim looked a bit flushed 
too... but not so flushed that I couldn't ignore it, 
which I did. 

"Good bye mom," Laurel said with a huge smile, hugging 
me tight. 

"Good bye, and good luck," I told her. "Run fast." 

"I will." And with that my little girl turned and left. 

Tim smiled as he hugged me goodbye. It was surprising 
to me, on several levels, that I didn't feel anything 
when his arms went around me. Not love, not hate, not 
anger, not relief, not sadness, not eagerness, not 
regret or fear or jealousy. I felt as blank inside as 
an unplugged television. "Have a good trip, honey. 
Drive safe." 

"OK, you have a good weekend too. I wish you could 
come." 

"Me too," I replied, completing the Circle of Lies. 
"Have fun." 

"We will. See you Sunday afternoon." 

"OK. No later than three." 

"Cross my heart. I'll call when we get to the motel." 

"OK. Love you." 

"Love you." 

He left. I listened to the car doors slam and I 
listened to the car pull out of the driveway. I sighed. 
Whatever was going to happen was going to happen – 

And I'd forgotten dinner. 

Well, David had said simple, so simple was what he was 
going to get. I thawed some chicken breast, Cajuned 
them up, and pulled down a boxed dirty rice mix. I 
added a green salad and some broccoli. I kept expecting 
David to walk in at any moment, but by the time I was 
finished with preparing dinner he still wasn't there so 
I put a nice bottle of White Zinfandel on ice for the 
meal. I'd had that brand of Zinfandel before and I knew 
it packed a kick...and I'd need all the booze I could 
get tonight. 

Honestly I didn't know what else to do, so I went 
upstairs and put on makeup – not too much, but enough 
that I felt like I was wearing a face. I don't know why 
it seemed important that I do that, but it did. I fixed 
my hair too, a nice, simple sweep back from my face. 
David still wasn't there so I picked out an outfit I 
figured he'd like from clothes I'd bought at 
XXXFantasy. 

I picked a cute little top with black sheer lace sides 
and a red front and back panel; the cups were padded a 
bit, which I didn't need, but they also did an amazing 
job of lifting and displaying my girls so that they 
looked about ten times better in that top that they 
would when David got it off of me. Such is life – you 
don't get to have a 15 year old's tits when you're 35. 

I matched it with a black leather miniskirt that barely 
covered my ass down below but came up almost to my 
navel above, a little red G-string that just about 
didn't exist, and a pair of black pointed-toe pumps 
with a 5" heel and leather ankle cuffs with little 
locks on them; I don't know why I picked those shoes in 
particular, but I knew that David would go crazy over 
them. It wasn't that I consciously wanted him to go 
crazy, but...well, it was going to happen. He might as 
well enjoy it.

I was coming back down the stairs when I heard the 
front door open and Charlie trot happily across the 
floor. I froze for a second in mid-step as David said, 
"Hey boy, where's mom? Where's mom, huh? Where is she?" 
I took a deep breath and started walking again. I had 
barely set foot on the floor at the bottom of the 
stairs when I heard David gasp, "My...God. Mom, you're 
absolutely beautiful." 

I turned and there he was, still in his school clothes 
but carrying an absolutely enormous bouquet of two 
dozen red roses that were just beginning to bloom. My 
jaw dropped, because they were gorgeous, and when I 
looked up at his face he was smiling. "For you," he 
said simply. 

I felt a little overwhelmed as I took the flowers from 
him. It was a strange thing, but I almost felt like I 
did when I was a girl and the first boy ever to give me 
flowers (Dan Rauch, a cute, awkward guy who asked me to 
his senior prom when I was a sophomore) pinned a 
corsage on me. I felt special. I felt like someone 
cared, like someone wanted me to have something pretty 
because they thought I deserved it. Honestly, I felt a 
little like it was my first-ever date with a boy. I 
stammered some thanks and took the roses into the 
kitchen to get them into some water, and David and 
Charlie both followed behind. 

In the kitchen David busied himself getting the table 
ready for dinner, setting it with good china and 
crystal and making an approving noise at the wine I 
selected. I clipped the ends of the stems, arranged 
them in the biggest vase I had, and put them right in 
the middle of the table. 

Tim would wonder where they came from. 

I had just put the vase down when David took me into 
his arms. I stiffened a bit but I didn't fight him as 
he took me to him and put a warm, soft, gentle, coaxing 
kiss on my lips. He slipped his tongue into my mouth 
and I kissed him back a little at first – I knew what 
was going to happen tonight and being taut and rigid 
wasn't going to make it any better – but almost 
immediately I started feeling a sick, nervous twitch in 
my belly and I pulled my mouth from his and put my 
forehead against his chest. I know he could feel my 
heart pittering anxiously inside my chest. He just held 
me, making no attempt to do anything more, and after a 
moment he asked, "Are you scared, mom?" 

"Yes," I admitted. "Of course I am. How could I not 
be?" 

"You don't need to be scared. You're going to love it. 
I promise you." 

"Everything's going to change." And I didn't mean just 
between me and him. Having sex with my son was going to 
draw an enormous line in my life, and what came after 
it might be completely different from what had gone 
before. I had no idea what was on the other side of 
that line. All I knew was that there was nothing left 
on the side I was on. 

"Things will change," he admitted, his hands resting on 
my lower back. "You'll have a man who loves you without 
reservation. A man who can and will satisfy you. A man 
who wants you to be happy, wants it even more than you 
want it for yourself. I'll do anything for you, mom. 
Anything at all. And by the time Sunday rolls around 
you're not going to be able to imagine being without 
me, just like I won't be able to imagine being without 
you. Isn't that what you've always wanted in a man?" 

It was. I said nothing. 

"Well," he said after the silence had gotten a tad 
uncomfortable, "let's eat. It smells great and I'm 
starving. Come on, let's dish up." 

The nervousness didn't go away as we ate. David tried 
several times to make light, pleasant conversation, and 
always about topics other than what we were about to 
do, but honestly I was too edgy to concentrate on it 
and it always fizzled after a few seconds of me staring 
at my plate, afraid to meet his eyes. After a little 
while he just reached across and took my hand, holding 
it in silence while we both ate. 

I know it seems like a minor thing, but that gesture is 
one of the things that most sticks with me about that 
evening and the days that followed. It was simple and 
impulsive, but it felt like he threw me a life 
preserver. I was so nervous, so completely on edge, but 
when I felt my hand go into his it seemed like so much 
of my fear simply drained away – or rather that he took 
it from me. And he didn't take it by harsh words or 
demands, but by the single fact of holding my hand. 

It's hard to explain, and I know he never understood 
the impact it had on me, but by doing that he did 
something I didn't even know if I dared hope for: he 
recognized my fears, and by doing so told me that he 
understood that my fears were justified and mattered to 
him. It told me that he knew I was a person, that I had 
a real heart and real wants and needs, and that those 
things made a difference. I guess I had expected, at 
least on some level, that he would simply take me, that 
it would be little different from a rape. 

I know that this wasn't realistic, but I couldn't shake 
the image – until he held my hand, and then the image 
simply went away. After a few seconds I looked up at 
him and smiled. I know it was a shy smile, the smile of 
a girl on the night she loses her cherry, but the way 
David beamed back at me made my heart thud in my chest 
and even caused the slightest little twinge between my 
legs... 

My son has a beautiful smile. 

Even the food tasted better when he held my hand. 
Before that I was only eating because I hadn't eaten 
anything all day and I knew I had to or get sick, but I 
had no hunger and even the wine tasted like cardboard. 
With David touching me, though, I suddenly found that 
the chicken was spicy, the rice was hearty, the salad 
was fresh and the wine kicked like a very angry mule – 
and I was hungry for all of it. I attacked my plate 
with such gusto that David actually laughed, and I 
laughed with him. And oh my, did it feel good to laugh. 
We split the extra chicken breast I'd made (I don't 
usually eat that much ad dinner but my tummy was pretty 
empty) and held each other's hand. We barely talked, 
but that was all right. I don't think talk was 
necessary at that point. 

We didn't linger when our plates were empty; David was 
too eager for what was coming. And even if I wasn't, 
well, I knew that it wouldn't get any better putting it 
off. And besides, there was that little twinge between 
my legs... 

He helped me put the dishes into the dishwasher, and I 
washed the pots and pans while he dried them and put 
them away. Charlie got a few leftovers (something we 
don't normally do, but it was a night for breaking 
rules). When I was washing the last pan, David slipped 
his hand up under my tight little leather miniskirt and 
put his fingers on my ass; it felt good, and I simply 
moved my legs a little farther apart. 

"A thong," he said, moving his fingers underneath me to 
stroke my perineum and the beginning of my pussy. "I 
like that. I can't wait to see it." 

"It's a G-string," I said softly, and after a moment 
added, "And if you don't want to wait...then don't." 

David smiled enormously and took this as the invitation 
it was. His nimble fingers found the zipper and tugged 
it down, and in a moment he was sliding my skirt down 
over my hips, leaving me bare from the waist down 
except for the suggestion of red underwear and the 
fuck-me shoes I had locked around my ankles. He slipped 
behind me, hands on my ass and his body against mine, 
and before I knew it I was leaning back against him. He 
felt strong and solid and virile, and I just closed my 
eyes and let him caress my bottom, just like I let him 
caress my front side when he moved his hands up to my 
breasts, squeezing and caressing them through my top as 
he kissed my neck. I couldn't help it, it felt nice. 

"Mom," he whispered into my ear, "I want you." 

"I know, baby," I whispered back. 

His hands drifted down below my waist, squeezing my 
mound through my panties. "And do you want me?" 

My pussy twitched again. You know my son has talented 
hands, and lips, and... everything, and he was making 
me want it. Yes, he was. But I wasn't there quite yet, 
and so after a moment I simply shook my head a bit and 
whispered, "I don't know, baby." 

"You don't?" 

"I really don't..." 

"Well then, I guess it's time you find out," he told 
me, and before I realized it I was caught up in strong 
arms and swept up off my feet. I squeaked in surprise 
and dropped the pan in the sink with a splash, but 
David didn't hesitate. He turned, carrying me like 
Rhett Butler carried Scarlett O'Hara, and swept out of 
the kitchen toward the stairs...toward my bedroom. 

I looked at him with wide eyes, but he didn't even 
think about hesitating. He just smiled at me as we 
mounted the stairs, Charlie following along behind with 
a wagging tail. "Don't be scared, mom," David told me 
in a tone of quiet certainty. "I'm going to make this 
wonderful for you. I promise." 

My eyes were on his and I could see the honesty there, 
and I knew that he did want to make it as good for me 
as he could...as good for me as I would let him. But 
how good could that be? How much could I relax and 
allow myself to enjoy what was going to happen? As he 
carried me into my room and laid me down on the bed I 
shared so fruitlessly with my husband, I honestly 
didn't know the answer. I felt the light summer blanket 
soft beneath my legs and my arms and my bare ass, and 
there were a million and one emotions roaring through 
me as he stood up, stepped back, and began to unbutton 
his shirt. 

This was it. There was no more room for evasion, no 
more room for doubt. It was going to happen, here, in a 
very few minutes. My son was going to take me, to make 
me his lover, his woman, and I would be changed forever 
in the process. It was...I felt like I was standing in 
the doorway of a room I had never seen before, but 
where I would spend the rest of my life, and the lights 
were out. I was staring into utter blackness, not 
knowing what awaited me. 

I was frightened and nervous...but as I watched the 
second button of David's shirt open, then the third, 
then the fourth, each new opening revealing another 
expanse of broad, strong chest and flat, trim tummy, I 
realized that I was excited too. Not very excited, not 
yet, but there was a kernel there, a small flame of 
wanting to know what my future held, of needing to find 
a place to land and hoping against all reasonable hope 
that David was giving me that place, that I could land 
in my son's strong arms and begin there to figure out 
what I really was and what I would become. 

He slipped his shirt back, over his shoulder, and it 
dropped to the floor. My new man stood before me bare 
from the waist up, and the gentle sunlight of an early 
summer evening made his lightly tanned skin glow like 
honey warming on a flame. I watched him, my eyes 
playing across patterns of light and shadow formed by 
planes of hard muscle and smooth skin. He was 
beautiful, my son, my lover, my man. And all I needed 
to do was allow myself to take him and he would be 
mine, and he would give me what I had passed my life 
craving. That was all I needed to do, and it was 
something I didn't know if I could do at all. 

He smiled, watching me watch him, and then climbed atop 
the bed with me. It shifted with his weight as he 
straddled me, one leg on either side of my tightly 
clenched thighs, one hand on either side of my 
shoulders. He was above me, in a lover's position, his 
body pressed lightly to mine. I could feel his cock 
through his pants, semi-hard, and I could picture it 
with perfect clarity from where it burned in my memory. 
It was an ideal cock, the penis I had dreamed of since 
I was old enough to know what I wanted, and it was 
between my son's legs...and soon, it would be between 
mine, inside me, moving, making me its own. 

I felt my nipples harden inside my top, pressing firmly 
against soft fabric, wanting to be touched by my son, 
wanting to be pinched and stroked and licked and 
sucked. 

David smiled down at me, the gentle smile of a 
delivering angel come to take me from the nothingness 
of my past into the soft and adored future we would 
make together. "I love you, mom," he told me, his voice 
like a breeze. "I want to make you feel so wonderful. I 
want to give you everything you always needed. I want 
to be your man, tonight and forever." 

I looked into his eyes and tried to find an answer to 
that, but all I could come up with was, "I love you, 
baby." 

It wasn't much, but I guess it was enough. His smile 
didn't waver as he lowered his lips to mine, and his 
kiss was gentle, firm, and sweet. At first it was only 
his lips moving slowly against mine, but when his 
tongue flicked across them I opened to let it in. It 
wasn't the harsh kiss of a man cruelly taking from an 
unwilling victim. It wasn't the lustful but uncaring 
kiss of a casual partner who intended to fuck and run. 
It was the kiss of a lover, a kiss of adoration, 
respect...love. It was a kiss that could have melted 
the coldest heart, a kiss that couldn't have left the 
most indifferent woman unmoved. It was a kiss I could 
do nothing but return, and so I did return it. 

My tongue moved on his, a little at first but then more 
as he let the kiss linger, touching me in no way but 
the light pressure of his body above me. I moved the 
tip of my tongue on the tip of his, gently, slowly, and 
then more, lifting my mouth to his, my lips on his more 
firmly. And before I even knew it my hands were resting 
on his bare back, feeling the hardness of his shoulders 
and the muscles that corded over them... so powerful, 
so strong, so very much mine if I would allow myself to 
take it. I held him, feeling his warmth and his 
solidity, and the thought crossed my mind that this 
weekend with my son would see me having more sex than I 
had had with Tim since Laurel was born... 

David broke the kiss to lift his head and smile at me, 
and this time I actually found myself smiling back. It 
was a shy smile, hesitant and uncertain, but it was 
real, and when he saw it his own smile got huge. He 
propped himself up on one hand and with the other 
stroked my face, using only the backs of his 
fingertips. His touch was light and deft, and it sent a 
small, wonderful chill coursing through me so that I 
shivered. His eyes twinkled when I did, and he asked, 
"Are you cold?" 

"No," I whispered, my hands moving across his back. 
"I'm warm, baby. You're making me warmer." 

His expression was like I had just given him a gift, 
and he lowered himself to me and kissed me once again. 
This time his body was on mine a little more and I 
could begin to feel his weight, the lover's weight of a 
man on top of you, owning you and controlling you, the 
weight that I'd so loved when I'd had the chance to 
feel it before. And this time I met his mouth with my 
mouth open and willing, and the kiss wasn't hesitant or 
tentative in the least. My tongue rose to greet his and 
wrapped itself against it. 

For a wonderful span of heartbeats we let our tongues 
move one on another, twining, rubbing, and then I began 
to suck it, closing my lips around it like I had closed 
them around his cock twice before and would do again 
this weekend I had no idea how many times. He let me 
take the lead for the moment, staying as he was while I 
sucked him that way, fellating his tongue, bobbing my 
head up and down against him, feeling him and tasting 
him, giving us both sensation and touch and warmth... 

I felt his hands on my waist and then moving up, taking 
my top in his fingers and pulling it up. I lifted my 
back from the bed but kept the kiss for as long as I 
could lips on his tongue and sucking it, until the 
instant I had to pull away to let him pass the top over 
my head. I felt my breasts spill free, bare, nipples 
hard and eager. The passage of the top messed up my 
carefully done hair, but at that point I didn't even 
notice. What would come was going to mess it up far 
worse, and I was still so uncertain and nervous that I 
couldn't focus on something so trivial. David's 
seduction was easing those worries, yes, but they 
wouldn't go away complexly until I knew what I was to 
become, and I couldn't know that until David had made 
love to me, and maybe beyond that. 

The instant my top was off and tossed to the side our 
lips met again, and this time my bare skin was on his, 
his strong hard chest against my soft, yielding 
breasts, my nipples poking into his skin and sending 
more shivers down my spine. When I felt his weight on 
me again it was against my body that was almost bare, 
with nothing but a skimpy G-string and a pair of fuck 
me shoes to keep me from complete nakedness. Against my 
bare skin I could feel his skin, so warm, so David, and 
it made me feel sudden resentment of the pants and 
underwear that was keeping us from being naked 
together, body on body, the way lovers were supposed to 
be. 

Our kiss was harder now, almost fierce. Our lips were 
pressed together as tightly as we could manage and our 
tongues were almost fighting each other. I was 
breathing his breath and he was breathing mine, each of 
us taking the other's air warmed by the heat of bodies 
that were getting hotter with each passing second. My 
hands were moving on his back – I'm not even sure when 
they started because they seemed to have developed a 
mind of their own – and they caressed little circles on 
his skin, drifting lower with each circle, lower, until 
I felt David's firm buttocks come into my palms. I 
squeezed them through his pants and pulled him closer 
so I could feel his stiffening cock inside his pants 
pressing against my thigh; as much as I was still 
uncertain about this whole thing, it felt wonderful. 

David's hands moved too, caressing my arms and then up 
onto my chest. He took my breasts into his hands, one 
in each, and squeezed them gently. I sighed into his 
mouth and kissed him harder, and he took that for what 
it was and found my nipples. This time I moaned 
unashamedly – as I've said, my beautiful son knew what 
to do with, and to, a woman's body. He took both 
nipples between thumb and forefinger and squeezed, a 
gentle pressure that sent sinfully perfect ripples 
through my body and straight into my pussy. He was 
undermining my reluctance with every twist, every tug, 
and my body loved it... 

My mind...that was another story. I was kissing him 
hard, squeezing his ass, moaning and shivering at his 
attentions to my breasts because I had to, because he 
was too skilled a lover for my body to remain unmoved 
and unaroused by what he did. But inside my head there 
was still a storm, still conflict, and every time I 
thought I was tipping over the edge to a place where I 
could simply accept and relish what was happening, some 
thought – David being my son, or Tim and Laurel, or the 
fact that every second that passed saw me move a second 
away from the old life I used to have and a second into 
the new life I knew nothing about – would hit me and 
pull me back. Right now I was there and not making my 
body stop responding to what he was doing, but more 
than that I couldn't promise. 

I knew, though, that when David finally got around to 
peeling my little panties off my body, he would find my 
pussy wet and eager. I knew I was already wet because 
my pussy knew it was going to get fucked, and well, by 
a perfect cock attached to a wonderfully skilled young 
man who would have stamina and the ability and 
determination to make it feel wonderful – and, as I 
think I've already established, my pussy has a mind of 
its own. I knew that whenever he put himself between my 
legs, I would not have the strength of will to keep my 
legs closed to him. I knew that he would put himself 
inside of me and find that my body was alive and 
singing sweetly for him, because my body needed a man. 
I even knew he would almost certainly make me come, 
regardless of whatever objections my brain raised. 

But what my body did wasn't the issue. I knew I 
couldn't trust my body. What needed to happen was that 
my mind and my spirit and...well, my soul needed to 
cross over some invisible boundary that I knew I could 
never cross on my own. I needed to pass into that 
darkened room of my future and find out what was there 
and make it my own....or perhaps let it make me its 
own. I needed to be carried across the threshold like a 
bride, like David had carried me to my bedroom – but 
more than that, I had to let myself be carried, and I 
didn't know if I could do that. 

However many of my conflicting thoughts David knew or 
sensed, I do not know. I just know that when his mouth 
left mine and kissed along my jaw and cheek to my ear, 
he showed no hesitation or uncertainty. He knew what he 
was doing and he did it, and when his lips closed 
around my earlobe and tugged, I whimpered because it 
felt good. It felt intimate and right and wonderful, 
being in the arms of a man who loved me so and wanted 
me to feel pleasure. How could my body not respond? 

One ear, then the other, then the first again. By the 
time he started kissing down my neck I found that my 
ass was wiggling a bit on the sheets from the heat 
between my legs. My breath was coming harder, 
interspersed with shallow moans and gasps that got 
louder when he slowly, slowly moved his mouth up onto 
my right breast and took my nipple into his mouth. 

Obviously this wasn't the first time he'd done it, but 
I hadn't let him do it for a while now and a lot had 
happened since then: I had forgotten how wonderful it 
felt, and how good he was at it. Swollen bud between 
lips, tongue caressing, licking, stroking, hard teeth 
nibbling with amazing gentleness – almost immediately I 
realized I was moaning, "David...David, baby yes... 
suck my nipples sweetie, please...make me feel good..." 
The voice was mine but the words were coming from my 
lustful body... 

And yet, not completely. When he moved from the right 
nipple to the left, it was my conscious mind that made 
me arch my back into him to make it easier for him, and 
my conscious mind that made my fingers move through his 
short dark hair because I wanted to feel something of 
him, the boy who was becoming my lover and my man. 

He was in no hurry. He took his sweet time, did David, 
lavishing attention on my breasts, making my whole body 
quiver with pleasure. One then the other, and when I 
thought he was getting ready to move his mouth down, or 
to do something else, he would just switch breasts. I 
confess it was driving me crazy, because my body wanted 
more – and my mind was starting to agree. The thought 
occurred to me that I could take my hands from his back 
and put them on his shoulders to gently urge him lower, 
to coax his mouth down over my belly and toward the 
pussy that was getting wetter and hungrier with every 
second. 

It was a small thing at first, this idea, but as he 
kept moving from one nipple to the other, building me 
up with no sign of doing anything to give me release, 
it got bigger and bigger and harder to ignore. My brain 
was fighting my body, my head not wanting to give in to 
my pussy and admit defeat – well, that's no true, my 
head wanted to, but I couldn't make it do so, not yet. 
David was making me need an orgasm, and need an orgasm 
from him, but I wasn't at the point yet where I could 
bring myself to demand it –

And then, blessedly, he kissed the spot directly 
between my nipples and began to move down. I heaved a 
tremendous sigh of relief when I felt those magnificent 
lips drift lower, across my sternum and down, onto my 
stomach. He was still kissing, still licking, and the 
sensations were still wonderful, but now that I knew he 
was going to put his mouth somewhere else I felt a 
surge of anticipation that made me spread my legs a bit 
wider. I inhaled sharply as his lips closed over my 
navel and his tongue entered it, French kissing it like 
it was my mouth or my steaming cunt. I lifted my hips, 
certain that his hands would moved down and pull away 
the panties that I no longer wanted or needed on my 
body – 

And then his mouth lifted from my belly button and an 
instant later fastened around my nipple once more. My 
ass dropped to the bed with a thump and I covered my 
mouth with my hand to stifle the groan of pure 
frustration that welled from me. He was driving me 
crazy! Didn't he know what he was doing to me? Didn't 
he realize how desperate he was making me? 

Of course he realizes, my mind immediately told me. 
That was the point. He was making me wild, making me 
lose control. He was making me want him enough that I 
would take the lead in asking. He was making my body 
crave him inside me so much that I would tell him what 
I wanted. I fought the need, as he suckled my breasts, 
but my mind lost. My need was too strong. And so it 
wasn't long at all before I put my hands on his 
shoulders and urged him lower, whispering, "Please, 
baby...please...please do it..." 

"Please do what?" he asked softly with a mouth full of 
his mother's nipple. 

Frustration formed another whimper on my lips, and I 
said in a voice that was very close to pleading, "Put 
your mouth on me...on my pussy. Please baby, I need it 
so bad! Don't make me beg, baby...please..." 

That was what I had to say, and now that I said it, he 
was only too happy to oblige. I lifted my hips again 
and his hands were on my panties, pulling them down. He 
went up on his knees as I raised my legs against his 
bare chest, and he deftly pulled the underwear off and 
away, leaving me in nothing but my ever so slutty 5" 
locked pumps. My pussy was so wet that the warm air of 
the summer afternoon felt cool against it as he spread 
my legs, one hand on each knee, and lowered himself 
between them. "You know, I've been wanting this since 
the last time," he whispered. "But this time we don't 
have an audience. It's just you and me, mom..." 

I glanced over at Charlie, who was on the floor, 
watching with his hands on his paws. He knew what the 
scent of my arousal had meant in the past and 
undoubtedly he was hoping it would mean the same now, 
but he was destined to be disappointed...this time, at 
least... 

"It was just a week ago," I marveled, remembering the 
way he had put me up on little wall in public and gone 
under my dress to suck me, and how I had not only let 
him but loved it. "It seems like so much longer..." 

"It's been a hell of a week," he admitted, lowering his 
body to lie between my legs, his own legs hanging off 
the edge of the bed. Softly, he placed his lips on the 
tenderest part of my left thigh and kissed, his lips 
and his tongue making my whole body quake and raising a 
moan from my lips. "You've been through so much..." 

"It doesn't matter now," I whispered, closing my eyes 
so I could focus on what was coming. 

"No, it doesn't," he agreed, kissing my right thigh in 
the same way. "That's all behind you, and your future 
is just beginning." 

He was right. I knew he was right. The future, whatever 
it was to be, was beginning right here and right now, 
in this bed, with my son. There was no point in trying 
to delay it. I would become what I would become. What 
David would make of me.

He put his lips on my pussy, a sweet little kiss that 
made me suck a sharp breath, and then back to my thighs 
to kiss and lick and nibble. He knew what he was doing, 
and the only reply I could make was to lie there and 
take what he would give me. I wanted his mouth on me so 
desperately, his tongue probing inside, his lips around 
my clit, the feel of his teeth pressing against me as 
he pushed his face as far into me as it would go, but I 
knew it would do no good to tell him so. He knew – I'd 
already begged him. He knew and he was taking his time 
to drive me as crazy as he could make me. So I just 
shut up and let him do his thing. 

And what he did was wonderful. He seemed to find every 
single nerve ending between my knees and my pussy and 
tease it to delicious life. When he kissed the backs of 
my knees I almost swooned, and when he nipped the skin 
next to my pussy my whole body felt it, a ripple of 
sheer pleasure echoing through me the way a rock makes 
echoes of its passage into a pond. My hands found my 
nipples and I squeezed, tugged, softly adding my own 
voice to the chorus of sensation my son was giving. 
Kiss, lick, tease, nibble, I was gasping for air and 
already feeling as though I was going to orgasm – 

And then his mouth touched my pussy again, but this 
time I could tell from the feel that it was no passing 
touch. No, this was a firm, deliberate motion that put 
his lips against mine and pushed them apart, and a 
fraction of a heartbeat later I felt his tongue 
finally, perfectly inside me. I arched my back and 
moaned, "Oh God, David...yesss...thank you so much 
lover...thank you..." 

He liked that. I could tell by the way he stabbed his 
tongue deep into my cunt and twirled it, smoothly 
caressing sensitive nerves and making my fingers pinch 
my nipples of their own accord. There wasn't a division 
between mind and body anymore – my mind had lost, as it 
always seemed to when it fought with my pussy. I could 
still hear a voice urging caution, but it was so soft 
and so distant that it didn't even feel like my own 
voice anymore. I was here, making love to my son, and I 
needed to love it. I needed to embrace it, just like I 
needed to embrace David, because he was my guide in 
this strange new landscape where everything was so 
unfamiliar and dangerous. Without him, I would be lost; 
with him, I would find what I needed to be – or at 
least what he wanted me to be, and I wasn't sure 
anymore that there was a difference. 

"David, baby, I love the way you lick my pussy," I 
moaned. "Nobody's ever licked me like you do." 

"I'll lick you whenever you want," he told me, his 
words half muffled in my cunt flesh. "All you ever have 
to do is ask." 

And how I would keep myself from asking all the time, I 
didn't know. My son's tongue was simply the best human 
tongue I've ever felt, then or since. When it was 
inside me is seemed that somehow it was touching every 
single nerve at once, no matter how deep or how far 
apart. It was like a thing of magic, something not even 
real, something from a beautiful dream. And when it was 
licking along my slit it seemed to make everything else 
in the world disappear and my whole body, the whole 
universe, narrow down to the few square inches of my 
sex he was licking at that very instant. And when he 
moved one to the other and then back again, it was so 
wondrous and perfect that I didn't have the right words 
for it at the time and I don't now. My son was one of a 
kind. 

His tongue was moving like a wind, first one place and 
then another, licking, caressing, now stroking in and 
out like a cock and making my tunnel clench around it, 
now licking up and down my slit from bottom all the way 
until I could feel his breath on my clit. Everything he 
did felt wonderful, and everything he did made me gasp 
and moan and twitch with pleasure. Long, slow licks all 
the way along my pussy, pushing my lips apart with his 
cheeks and tongue-fucking me, kissing and caressing and 
stroking – 

It was when he put his mouth on my ass that I came. I 
wasn't expecting either one, honestly, because he had 
his tongue deep inside my pussy and I was just riding 
wonderful waves of pleasure, getting higher and higher; 
I knew there was an orgasm in my near future but it 
didn't feel like it was pressing. But then his tongue 
flicked lightning-fast down my perineum and found my 
puckered little back opening, and my body just spasmed. 
I may have screamed, I'm not sure, but I know I was 
loud. And then an instant later his lips were around my 
asshole, his tongue pushing and probing against it, and 
I was screaming: "Fuck baby FUCK lick my ass lick it 
lick it LICK IT FUCK! FUCK! You're gonna make me come 
gonna come OH JESUS CHRIST I'M GONNA FUCKING COME keep 
licking my ass that's it that's it that's it OOHHHHHHH 
FFFFUUUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKK!!!" 

My orgasm ripped through me like a whirlwind. I'd have 
sworn the whole bed, the whole room was spinning, but 
it was just me, just my beautiful son making me come 
with his tongue in my ass. My entire body clenched, 
pulled in on itself, and then there was nothing but my 
pussy and my clit and the sensation of climbing, an 
ascent sheer and hard and wild, fast, an undraft 
carrying me like a leaf, like fireworks rising on a 
thin stream of smoke and losing all connection with the 
Earth below – and then EXPLOSION, a detonation of 
sensation that seemed to take me apart down to the 
smallest atom and put me back together again in just a 
few quick seconds. 

I've learned since then that I can orgasm just from 
having my ass licked or fucked; sometimes I need a hand 
on my pussy but often it's enough just to have those 
rear nerves stimulated. And when I do come that way, 
it's not like the orgasms I have when my pussy's being 
fucked or my clit's being played with. There isn't a 
sharp rise and a hard drop, like a roller coaster or an 
orgasm I get from having my cunt filled. It's more of a 
smooth, rolling thing, a series of waves that come one 
after another, each breaking a little higher, as though 
it was a tide coming in and I was the beach.

Rise and fall, each time rising farther and falling not 
as far, until the whole world seems to be made of 
orgasm and I'm lost in it, just a speck an a universal 
climax. That's the best I can do describing it and it 
doesn't do it justice at all. It makes me loud – louder 
even than I normally am, and sometimes a clitoral 
orgasm makes me VERY loud. It makes me thrash. 
Sometimes it goes so long and takes me so high that it 
can make me hurt, but it's a magnificent sort of hurt 
that adds to the pleasure. I wish I could explain 
it...it's just different. And different can be very, 
very good. 

I felt him move and settle down next to me, hand on my 
tummy, and when I opened my eyes he was there smiling 
at me. I lifted up my lips to his and kissed him 
unhesitatingly, tasting my own flavor on his lips. It 
was a lover's act, to want to taste how you taste to 
your lover, to want to have his savor and your own on 
your tongue at once. And David was my lover now, and 
maybe always would be. I didn't know what the future 
would hold (and it held a lot, let me tell you) but I 
knew that what we were doing here and now was forging a 
bond between us that could never be broken, come what 
may. 

Born mother and son, we were becoming husband and wife 
too, because as much as I loved Tim (and still do) I 
knew that my own child understood and accepted me more 
than Tim did, my own child could bring me pleasure and 
satisfaction that Tim couldn't even if he wanted to 
try, and it was David, not Tim, that was here at the 
birth of the new me. If that didn't make David my 
husband in every real sense of the word, then no words 
from a preacher or paper from a justice of the peace 
could do the trick.

And so I kissed him, my beautiful baby boy, my man, my 
lover, and he kissed me in return. Even when he lay 
there next to me, hand on my shoulder and his body 
quiet against mine, I could feel his strength and his 
power. He could, I knew, have used his strength to 
simply take me this day – I couldn't have stopped him 
and he knew I wouldn't have told. But he didn't – 
instead he used his power to overcome my fears and make 
me want him as much as he wanted me. And I did want him 
– there was no use denying that now. I wanted him to 
make me his woman, his love; had he simply taken me, 
then none of that would be true. He had made me his, 
and made himself mine, and that was all there was to 
it. 

And so it was that when my hand found his hip, it 
rested there only for a moment before moving down and 
coming to rest against his groin. I could feel him 
inside his pants, half hard but still thick and strong 
and undeniably masculine, and suddenly I knew I had to 
have him out of his pants, naked, as bare before me as 
I was before him, unable to hide, honest, open. My 
mouth was still locked with his when I began to undo 
his belt; I fumbled at it for a bit, but it was awkward 
in that position, on our sides and me only able to use 
one hand. 

David knew without being told the best thing to do, of 
course, and so after a few moments be moved, carefully 
keeping our lips and tongues together as he lifted a 
leg and straddled my stomach. In that position, with me 
on my back, I had his pants undone in an instant. There 
was no hesitation on either of our parts now because we 
both knew we both wanted it desperately, and so he 
pushed his underwear down with his pants and kicked 
them both away. 

My hands, both of them, found his cock even as it 
bounced free and wrapped themselves around it, just 
touching it, feeling the power that was in it even 
before it was all the way erect. I stroked, pulling the 
soft skin over the hardening insides, feeling his veins 
pulsing, feeling his heart beating for me, feeling it 
grow in my touch. This cock, this perfect male cock 
attached to the male who, though by no means perfect, 
was perfect for me in this perfect moment. 

He broke the kiss and lifted himself, walking on his 
knees up my body. He said something, I know, but I 
don't even know if I heard it. I knew what he wanted 
and I wanted it too – he wanted my mouth on him. My 
eyes were fixed on his shaft as he walked it closer, 
the head already glistening with a drop of precum, 
pulsing and twitching and lengthening even as I 
watched, and my lips parted to accept it. One of his 
big, strong, sure hands tucked under my head as he 
brought his cock to my face. My tongue was on it in an 
instant, licking it from the place where it met his 
balls all the way up the underside, feeling that huge 
vein pulse and throb, to the head. I paused there, 
swirling my tongue around the knob and tasting that 
little dollop of his precious juice there, and as I did 
I lifted my eyes to his face. 

He was looking down at me with a smile. It wasn't a 
triumphant smile, or mean, or taunting. There was 
nothing evil or wicked in it. It was a smile of pure, 
complete and utter joy, joy that I had accepted, at 
long last, what he had known from the first was my 
destiny. I had given myself to him finally and 
completely and now there was no need for coercion, no 
need for threat or violence, no need for anything but 
the adoring love he felt for me and the adoring love I 
was coming to feel for him. That was all there was 
between us at that moment, love, and I had never before 
felt so completed and made whole. 

I wrapped my lips around the head and wrapped my tongue 
around the shaft as I took it into my mouth, inch by 
inch, swallowing it, hollowing my cheeks, caressing it 
with tongue and lips and loving the flavor and the feel 
and the fact of it. I was in the wrong position to take 
him all down my throat but I got as much of him as I 
could, perhaps six or so inches, and then slowly pulled 
back until only the head was inside me. And then down 
again, swallowing, stroking it with my tongue and 
reveling in the throaty gasp I made him give. 

I was bringing him pleasure! At that moment, that was 
all I wanted to do, all I cared about: his pleasure and 
my own and the fact that the pleasure we gave each 
other and shared was taking two souls and making a 
single soul from them. 

I had sucked his cock before, twice in fact, but this 
was wholly and completely different. Those times I had 
put my mouth on him with the intention of giving him a 
blow job – and nothing more. I had sucked him to make 
him come, to make him put his seed in my throat so I 
could swallow it. And that was all – when I had used my 
mouth on him before, that was all I did for him. But 
this was different in every way. 

I wasn't sucking him to make him come, to make him arch 
his back and shove his cock down my throat and empty 
his big, beautiful balls into my stomach. I was sucking 
him to make him hard and wet so that he could fuck me 
for the first time. I was sucking him because I wanted 
him rigid and perfect when he slid into my body and 
united us once and for all. This wasn't the act, this 
was the prelude and nothing more. I was preparing the 
tool he would use to forge me into the woman he wanted 
me to be. 

And so I sucked him for several wonderful minutes, 
delighting in the way he felt against my tongue but 
knowing that this was a small delight compared to those 
that would come. I watched his face as I readied him, 
my eyes wide and warm as I saw the effects of my 
ministrations on him, and he held my head up and made 
me comfortable while I did, and it was perfect... 

And then he took his cock from my mouth and looked at 
me with his lovely smile. 

It was time. 

Wordlessly I rolled over and opened the drawer of my 
night table. I had already opened one of the boxes of 
condoms and had a handful loose, so it took me only a 
second to retrieve one. I handed it to him with an 
apologetic smile, saying, "I'm sorry baby, I went on 
the pill yesterday but it isn't effective yet and I'm 
ovulating today, probably, and – " 

"Shhhh," he said gently, laying his fingers across my 
lips. "You don't need to explain, mom. We'll use these 
until the pill kicks in...but you're the one who'll put 
it on, not me." 

I smiled gratefully and tore open the packet – a lot of 
guys hate wearing rubbers (and honestly I don't care 
for them either because feeling and knowing a man's 
seed is in me is one of my favorite parts of sex) and I 
wasn't sure David would be willing, or at least willing 
to do it gracefully. I didn't think about it at the 
time, but there was a significance to me putting the 
condom on and not him, and he knew it very well. 

But at the moment I was far too preoccupied with what 
was to come, and I simply – and hurriedly – pulled the 
condom out of the foil, placed it on the tip of the 
lovely cock that would shortly be inside me, and rolled 
it along his shaft until it snugged against his body 
and he could fuck me, and come inside me, without 
getting me pregnant. When it was done, I looked up at 
him with wide eyes and asked, softly, "How do you want 
me the first time, baby?" 

"Missionary," he told he, his hand stroking the side of 
my face. "That's always how I've dreamed of having you 
the first time, on your back, your legs up against my 
chest, looking into your face so I can watch you." 

My eyes lighted up and I simply did as I was told, 
lying back slowly and spreading my legs. It didn't 
strike me as odd that I should ask him how he wanted to 
do it rather than suggesting a position myself; he was, 
after all, my guide in this, and it was through him 
that I was here at all. It seemed natural for me to 
take his lead. There was more to it than that, of 
course, much more, but I didn't realize it at the time. 
Instead I simply smiled at him and said, "I'm ready, 
baby."

I was watching his face when I said it, and an 
expression came over him that has become as familiar to 
me as breathing in the time since, but at that moment 
it was a wonder to me. His eyes became hard; not cruel 
or uncaring, but strong and powerful and commanding. 
His eyebrows arched just a bit, and his mouth quirked 
into something between a smile and a sneer – though 
that makes it sound much worse than it was. It was a 
lovely expression, one I adored then and adored now, 
but it wasn't the expression of a man looking at an 
equal; no, it was the look of a man who finally had the 
woman of his dreams where he had always wanted her and 
was not planning to let her go. 

It was the look of a man who was in control and knew 
it, a man who could and would take me however and 
whenever he chose, a man who would satisfy himself 
first and in that way satisfy me as well. It made me 
shiver, a chill running down my spine, but it wasn't a 
bad chill. I don't know how to explain it except to say 
that I had been wanting to see that look my entire life 
and now here it was on the face of my son, and I was 
helpless before it. I hadn't known I'd wanted it, but 
that didn't matter. I knew it now. 

Took my ankles, one in each hand, and lifted my long 
legs so they were against his chest. The view was 
thrilling, and I adored it when he stopped and looked 
at my shoes as though noticing them for the first time. 
A little smile quirked his lips and he said, "Mmmm, 
locks. I like that." 

"Thank you," I whispered. "You can take them off if you 
want to before..." 

"Before what?" 

"Before you fuck me." I whispered it, but it seemed 
loud to me. 

He held out his hand. "Give me the key." 

It was sitting atop the night stand, and I reached over 
and handed it to him wordlessly. I expected him to open 
the locks and remove the shoes, but instead he did 
something that thrilled me to my core: he slipped off 
the bed and tucked the key into his pants pocket. As he 
climbed back onto the bed and lifted my legs again, he 
told me firmly, "I say when the locks open. I say when 
the shoes come off. Do you understand?" 

I think I could have come right then and there. "Yes," 
I nodded. "I understand." 

He put my legs up again. My head was on the pillow, 
watching through half-lidded eyes as he positioned 
himself against me, kneeling upright, ready to put his 
cock into me. My whole body was tense, eager, wanting, 
and so very ready that I thought I might go crazy if I 
didn't get it right now. His right hand was wrapped 
around my left ankle and he kissed me there, softly, 
gently, lovingly, and with his other hand he held his 
cock and moved it to my pussy. 

I gasped and clutched the sheet in both hands. "Oh God 
baby..." 

He moved his cock against my lips, teasing them open – 
or more open, because I was so horny I think I was 
gaping already. I could feel the big, thick head 
against the membranes of my sex, moving up and down so 
slowly, touching my clit gently and then moving back 
down, spreading me, getting my wetness. My cunt 
clenched hard when he came to my opening, and he paused 
there, touching me, ready to push forward and fill me 
up – 

And then he moved his cock back up, teasing me almost 
viciously. 

"Noooo, David please..." There was no pretense now, and 
no pride: I was begging unashamedly. "Please baby, put 
it inside me!" 

"No," he told me simply, that lovely commanding 
expression still on his face. 

I whimpered. I was almost crying from frustration. 
"David, baby, please! I need it so bad! You've won, 
David, I'm yours. I'm all yours, just please take me! 
Please!" 

"Do you want me to fuck you?" His voice was low and 
insinuative. 

"Yes! Please fuck me!"

"Do you want me to put my cock in you?" 

"Yes baby! Please David, put it in me! I want it, I 
need it so bad baby!" And I did, Lord knew. I have 
never in my life, before or since, needed a cock like I 
did then. It felt like I was in the desert half dead 
from thirst and he was holding a glass of cool water 
just out of my reach. At that moment, if he'd have told 
me to run naked down the middle of the street in broad 
daylight before he'd fuck me, I'd have done it without 
a second thought. 

But he didn't tell me that. Instead he took his hand 
away from his shaft and said, "No. If you want me 
inside you, you put me there." 

It's obvious to me now why he wanted me to do that. It 
was the big step, THE big step, and if I did it I would 
always have to live with that fact, the fact that I put 
his cock into me, that I was the one who violated the 
taboo. In the end, no matter what else he'd done and 
would do in the future, I was the one who crossed the 
big line. In the time since, I've had ample time and 
reason to think about that at length, and sometimes 
regret it, but at the moment it seemed nothing. Before 
he was even finished speaking my hand was around his 
cock, feeling the latex of the condom, and I moved him 
down to my opening and pulled him into me. 

I pulled him into me. My son's cock was inside my cunt. 

I was having sex with my own flesh and blood, my boy, 
the baby I had given birth to and nursed and watched 
grow, the child I had held when he was frightened or 
hurt, the youngster I had seen become a young man. I 
was his lover, and he was mine. 

There could be no going back now. 

And now that he was inside me, David wasted no time. He 
leaned over me, my legs still on his chest and tilting 
my sex so he could stroke deep, bending my body to the 
position he wanted. I adored that, as I adored 
everything else about our first time together. I 
discovered at that moment that I loved being bent, 
twisted, shaped, formed for a man's use – especially my 
son's. It was at the same time completely submissive 
and incredibly powerful, as though my power came from 
my willingness and desire to be used for his pleasure. 
It was a shocking thing to me, but David didn't give me 
time to think about it; my darling boy began to fuck 
the cunt that gave him birth, and to fuck it superbly. 

"Ohhhhh...my....Goooooddddd..." I breathed as he pushed 
into me, slowly stretching me to fit him. He took his 
time with that first thrust, feeding my body inch after 
sweet inch, perfectly in control as he pressed into my 
depths. It was a wonderful sensation physically, yes, 
but even more so mentally and emotionally and 
spiritually. We had, after what seemed so long of 
having the possibility out there, crossed the final 
boundary. There could be no turning back, no undoing 
what we had done. 

No matter what would come, we would both know forever 
that I gave myself to my, body and soul, and he took me 
in the same way. And as he settled into me I could feel 
the very last shreds of reservation and doubt lurking 
in the corners of my mind be swept away by a flood of 
love for him, absolute, pure and unadulterated love 
like I don't think I could have felt in any other way – 
because I loved David as a son, as I always had, 
because I was still his mother, but I loved him as a 
man, as a beautiful, strong, sensual, sexual man who 
was my mate, who would be my love and my partner and... 
well, as I said, my husband, far more than any other 
man ever had or maybe ever could. 

And on top of all that I felt, as my body accepted him 
and my hands came up to rest on his shoulders, with 
this one act we were sweeping away the old me, the old 
Angela whose life had been a hoax, and in her place we 
were discovering the new me – no, that's not right, 
David was making the new me, creating me out of raw 
clay and shaping me into what he had always wanted me 
to be, and what I had needed to be all along. My 
perfect lover. My man.

I felt his balls brush against my ass and I knew he was 
in me all the way, as far as he could go, and I gave a 
muffled half-sob of pure joy. I was his now, all his, 
and there would be no more silly pretense between us. 
This was what we both had craved and required. How 
could there have been anything wrong in us taking it? 

"Mom," he told me as he began to pull out of me just as 
slowly and exquisitely, "open your eyes. I want you to 
keep your eyes on mine." 

I hadn't even realized I had closed them but I had, no 
doubt to better savor the sensations. But with his 
order I opened them up wide and locked them with his, 
seeing there all the love and the joy I felt myself. 
"I'm sorry, baby," I whispered, "I didn't mean to..." 

"Shhh, it's all right." He was out of me now almost all 
the way, just the head and another inch or so, and as 
he eased back in he told me, "Just do what I say and 
everything will be wonderful." 

"I will, baby," I promised in a whisper, watching his 
face as he took command of me and loving what I saw 
there. 

Once more he pushed into me all the way and I felt his 
balls against me, and once more he drew back. He was 
obviously in no hurry – and why should he have been? 
He'd dreamed his whole life of this moment and now it 
was real, it was happening, and he was going to relish 
every second of it. After all, you never have a second 
chance to fuck your mom for the first time... 

"Mom, I love you." He was looking into my eyes as he 
said it, so open and honest, and I knew it was true. 
The fact of his love and the feel of his cock and his 
warm body above me and the knowledge that I had given 
myself to him completely and without 
reservation...well, I moaned. In fact, I cried out, a 
sound of pure rapture ripped straight from my soul and 
made audible. "Baby! Baby I love you so much!" I 
answered, my eyes blurring with tears. "I didn't know 
it would be this way, baby!" 

"It's all right." 

"I would never have fought if I'd have...oh my God 
baby, yes, like that...if I'd have known it would be 
like this I would never have fought you!" 

He smiled at me like I was the child and he was the 
parent imparting a vital lesson...and I suppose he was. 
"Mom, if you hadn't fought, it wouldn't have been like 
this." 

"I don't understand, baby," I gasped. 

"You don't need to, mom. As long as I do." 

I didn't know what he meant then, though I figured it 
out later. Right then I was a little too preoccupied by 
feeling him push into me all the way and give a little 
bump at the end, a little extra oomph that made my 
pelvis rock and my pussy spasm. I was amazed to feel my 
clit vibrating and humming between us, where it rubbed 
on his cock and took the pressure of his body. I was 
amazed because I knew what it meant. 

God, I was going to come again already! He had barely 
started fucking me, just moving slowly in and out, but 
with every movement and every heartbeat we shared that 
warmth was getting hotter, and it was happening fast. I 
didn't fight it, I just let it happen, because I knew 
he was going to give me more climaxes than I could 
count before his father and sister got home. "Love," I 
whispered, "you're going to make me come again." 

"I want to see it," he told me, giving me another oomph 
and picking up his pace ever so slightly. "I want to 
see you come for me, come with my cock inside you. I've 
wanted that for so long."

He was moving a bit faster now, sliding in and out of 
me, rubbing my clit and making my whole body buzz from 
the inside out. I could hear my pussy making the sloppy 
sucking sounds I love so much, and I could feel how, 
with every thrust in, he opened me and how, with every 
time he pulled back, my pussy seemed to chase after 
him, to try to suck him back in. The way he had formed 
my body – legs almost pinned back against my chest, my 
cunt upturned and defenseless, my clit being rubbed 
from the inside by his cock and the outside by his body 
– made it almost impossible for me to move much. 

I could lift my hips to him a fraction of an inch 
perhaps, and I did, but mostly I was his to fuck as he 
wanted. That helplessness, that wonderful and amazing 
submissiveness, was what suddenly made the heat in my 
clit blaze up and flash out. I felt my body rise into 
his, the whole thing at once, like I was trying to 
lurch off the bed; my weight and his held me down, of 
course, but it felt as though I was straining, pushing 
for a breathless instant that kept me suspended between 
bed and Heaven – 

"OH FUCK BABY FUCK ME! FUCK ME DAVID! OH FUCK OH FUCK 
OHHHHHH FFFFUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKK!!!!" I should have been 
quieter shouting my son's name in the throes of passion 
with the window open on a lovely summer night, but this 
was my first climax on his cock and I stood no chance 
of doing it quietly. It hit me hard, like a punch to 
the gut, a bright white flare of light that exploded 
through me and made my cunt feel so good it almost 
hurt. I screamed again, wordlessly this time, and 
screwed my eyes shut in spite of being told not to. 

I couldn't help it! My boy, the baby I'd carried inside 
me, was back inside me as a man, and I couldn't stop 
myself from closing my eyes and savoring that first, 
wondrous orgasm. It wasn't the sort of shattering 
orgasm I'd have later with him, the sort that made me 
lose track of time and space and maybe lose 
consciousness, but it was absolutely wonderful all the 
same. It was short and lovely, as sweet and perfect as 
a crisp apple in autumn, and it made my heart skip in 
my chest, my blood tingle in my veins, and my pussy 
slam down on David's cock. 

Honestly, I think it was that last part that he 
especially liked, as he worked smoothly in and out of 
me, keeping his pace and working me like a master 
violinist on a Stradivarius. I heard him grunt though, 
as my orgasm was winding down and the muscles of my sex 
were still spasming and clenching around him. I opened 
my eyes – reluctantly – and looked into his face with a 
dreamy smile. "Oh my love..." I whispered. "Oh my 
darling lover..." 

"That was just the first," he told me, his eyes alive 
with passion and his own need. "I'm going to make you 
come so many times this weekend, mom..." 

"I know baby. Give me another. Give it to me however 
you want to, long and slow or fast and hard. I'm yours. 
Yours, baby. Do you know that?" 

"I know, mom. And when I come I'm going to come inside 
of you, deep inside. And soon when you're on the pill 
you'll be able to take my cum in your pussy and have it 
inside you all day long..." 

"Oh god baby! I want that so bad! I want your cum 
inside me!" I was whimpering with need, amazed that my 
orgasm had made that need more intense instead of less. 
I wished to hell I'd have gotten onto the pill when I'd 
had my last period. I'd known this day was coming, 
after all, and if I had my perfect son's perfect semen 
could be up inside my womb where it belonged instead of 
wasted in a damned rubber! But I'd been foolish then. 
I'd still thought I could keep it from happening. I 
didn't realize what it would mean to me. But that was 
all right – in a couple of weeks I'd have my period and 
I could start the pill and everything would be perfect. 

He quickened his tempo, moving fast enough and hard 
enough that my whole body was quaking with the impact 
of his thrusts. Another climax was brewing inside me 
and I'd have embraced it and tried to bring myself off 
as soon as I could, except that I could see on David's 
face that he wasn't going to last long, and I could 
think of nothing more perfect than to climax at the 
same instant as my son. And so I tried to keep myself 
under control, tried to prolong my pleasure and stave 
off the rising heat in my loins. 

The bed was rocking beneath us, shifting, squeaking. If 
Tim had been home, or my daughter, there would have 
been no doubt in their minds that I was getting the 
fucking of my life up here in the bedroom – 

And that thought triggered something I honestly hadn't 
expected: the image of Tim sitting in the living room 
below, eyes fixed on the television while he tried 
desperately to ignore the fact that his son was ten 
times the man he ever could be and was giving me 
something he could never even dream of. And when that 
thought hit me I cried out in sheer passion, a sort of 
animalistic glee, the cry of a savage and primitive 
woman who has been taken by the strongest in the tribe 
and made his, the mate of the alpha male. 

I have never felt more like a queen in my whole life. 

"Mom," he whispered from between clenched teeth as he 
rocked me with his body and his cock, "your pussy is 
the best thing I've ever felt. The best, mom..." 

"Your cock is perfect, darling," I whispered back, 
though I'm sure it was hard for him to understand 
because every hard thrust now was bringing a gasp to my 
lips – no, more than a gasp, a porn-star moan that I 
was helpless to stop. I could hear the strain in my 
voice of trying to hold off on the heat that was rising 
again. It was so hard! If I'd have let myself I could 
have come then, harder than that last time and longer, 
come screaming, come so that all my muscles would have 
knotted at once and all my nerves would quiver with 
electric fire and all the air in my lungs disappear as 
I screamed. I could have and I needed to so badly but I 
fought to keep control. "Your cock is better than 
anything that's ever been in me." 

"Really?" He quickened again, hitting me hard enough 
that I was being scooted up on the bed. I could feel 
the sheets being dragged underneath me, probably 
pulling off of the corners of the bed, and the pillow 
under my head bunched against the headboard. My cunt 
was so tender from my last climax and the one that was 
coming that I swear I could feel every ripple of skin 
and every vein in his shaft, even through the latex, as 
he rammed me. "I'm the best you've ever had?" 

"The best baby, I swear. You're gonna make me come 
again baby..." 

"I don't think I can hold out much longer mom..." His 
eyes were just slits and his face was red and beaded 
with sweat. 

"Don't fight it baby," I whispered, my voice sounding 
like I was being strangled. "I want to feel it. I want 
you to come for me David." 

I could feel the tension in his body, and I suddenly 
realized that my fingers were digging like claws into 
the back of his shoulders. I tried to stop – I didn't 
want to hurt him – but my hands were out of my control 
at this point. I could only cling to him, hold him to 
me because I never ever wanted to let him go and oh God 
my orgasm was coming whether I wanted it to or not I 
could feel it swirling growing blazing so hot – 

Body arching against mine eyes closed voice throaty and 
muffled "Oh God mom I'm coming!" slamming me hard so 
fucking hard – 

"Come baby come FUCK COME FOR ME!" spiral of ecstasy 
like a maelstrom inside whirling dragging me into it a 
whole life of uselessness and falsity gone in a single 
instant – 

"Oh! FUCK! MOM!" leaning into me bending me double lips 
on mine knees on my chest cock bucking inside me like a 
bull –

A light so pure and bright and perfect that nothing 
else ever existed or ever could my body left behind and 
yet taking up everything at once a hard undiluted wave 
of bliss like a tsunami taking me making me turning me 
into something I didn't know what but I needed it – 

Cock pushing deep into me ramming so hard my head 
against the headboard his skin under my hands and 
against the backs of my legs him screaming into my 
mouth me screaming into his screams without words 
screams that were the names of the other – 

Me for him and him for me forever nobody else nothing 
else only we two only us only me and David from now to 
the end of everything... 

And then it was just us, the two of us that had become 
one thing, panting hard against each other. Our sweat 
was mingled into one sweat, just like the juices our 
bodies gave each other would have been mingled into one 
wondrous fluid had the condom not gotten in the way. 
His head was beside mine, his breath loud in my ear 
just as I know mine was. His body was on mine, that 
perfect clench of lover's exhaustion. 

My hands were still on his back but no longer clenched, 
instead stroking up and down, feeling muscles that held 
so much power and that had spent that power on me. At 
some point my legs had come away from his chest and 
wrapped themselves around him, my ankles locked onto 
the backs of his thighs to hold him into me. I could 
feel his cock inside me, motionless now, still 
tumescent, spent if only for a few moments. My eyes 
were closed and I could feel my whole body singing 
silently, a hymn for the new me at this new dawn. 

It took a while before I realized that I was speaking, 
my voice a whisper in my lover's ear: "Baby... I love 
you so much... I love you David... thank you... thank 
you... thank you..." 

"Mom...oh mom... I love you so much..." 

"I love you lover... I love you..." 

"Mom?" His voice soft, still short of breath, but 
earnest. 

"Yes baby?" My hands tracing up and down his spine as 
the last of my climactic aftershocks rippled through 
me, the last drops of rain after a storm. 

"Are you my woman?" 

"Yes baby," I answered without hesitation or doubt. 
"I'm yours. All yours. Are you my man?" 

"Forever," he promised in a breath, and then his lips 
were on mine and we shared the first kiss of my new 
life, a long, slow, passionate, unhurried kiss that was 
the best kiss I've ever had then or since. We held each 
other that way for a long time, his body on mine, out 
tongues dancing, skin on skin, sharing breath and 
warmth and adoration while his cock slowly softened 
inside me... 

And then he rolled over onto his back and I curled 
myself around him, head on his chest and thigh up over 
his body, eyes half open and looking at nothing, 
perfectly content. 

I was in love. 

His hand played up and down my arm, stroking my skin 
with his fingertips. After an unpressured, perfectly 
comfortable moment of silence he asked, "How are you?" 

"Good," I understated, snuggling close to him. 

"How do you feel?" 

"I..." The words didn't come, so I shut my mouth for a 
moment and let the thoughts drift through my head. He 
let me have my quiet. Finally I said, "I feel like I'm 
home. Finally, really, I know what home feels like. I 
found it with you...no, that's not it. We made it 
together. We just made a home for ourselves, baby. From 
now on, home for me is going to be wherever we're 
together. Does that make sense?"

"Yeah. I've always felt that way about you." 

"I know, baby. I'm sorry I didn't realize." 

"How could you have?" 

I shook my head against him. "I don't know. I just feel 
so foolish for thinking this was something I needed to 
fight." 

"Don't feel that way, mom. This was a hard step to 
take. Can you imagine how hard you would have kicked 
and screamed if I'd have dragged you up here that first 
day I found you with Charlie?" 

"I guess I would have," I admitted, though already the 
memory of that time in my life seemed distant and 
somehow removed from who I had become. "I'd have been 
wrong though." 

"No you wouldn't have. If I'd have taken you then, it 
would have been plain rape and you'd have hated me for 
it." 

I shook my head again. "No. I could never hate you for 
giving me what you just gave me. You made me into a new 
person this evening, David. I'm not the same woman I 
was this morning." 

"I know," he said softly, "you're the woman I've always 
wanted you to be." 

"I'll never be anything else, not from now on." 

"I know that too," he said, kissing me on my forehead. 
"But if we'd have done this on the first day it would 
have been horrible for you. You'd have cried and you'd 
have been miserable and you'd have hated me for it. It 
would have been the worst experience of your whole 
life." 

I didn't think that was true and I almost protested, 
but I closed my mouth again without saying anything. 
David had been right about so many things so far – 
everything, in fact – and he knew me far better than I 
knew myself. If he said this, it had to be true even if 
I didn't understand it. He was my teacher now, my 
mentor and my guide, and one of the things this new me 
would have to accept was that there would be many, many 
things that he knew better about than I did. And so I 
simply bowed to the wisdom he had and said, "But now I 
was ready." 

"Yeah, now you were ready. Now you needed it." 

I thought of the horrible last few days, the nightmare 
that my life had been since I realized what Tim had 
done and what he and Laurel would do. I had been 
completely lost and completely alone, with nothing to 
live for and nothing worth keeping. And now I had 
everything I needed, right here in the bedroom with me. 
David and Charlie, two lovers who would lead me into a 
brand new world where I wouldn't have to lie, wouldn't 
have to pretend, wouldn't have to want without getting. 
I didn't know where things would go from here, but 
wherever they led and whatever I found there, I knew it 
would be honest and real and mine. "I did need it. 
You've given me so much here David. You've given me a 
whole new existence. There's no way you can know how 
grateful I am to you right now." 

"I love you, mom." 

"I love you, baby." 

We were silent for a few moments, and then I smiled and 
added, "There's one more thing I feel." 

"What's that?" 

"I feel like God played the world's best joke on me." 

He laughed softly. "What do you mean?"

"All my life I've been living a lie. I've been a little 
girl playing house, playing with dolls. I've spent 35 
years pretending to be something I'm not. It took my 
own son to make an honest woman out of me. It takes one 
devious prankster to come up with that." 

He laughed again, a little more robustly this time, and 
gave my shoulder a squeeze. Reaching down, he pulled 
the condom off with a shlllooop. I looked at his half-
hard cock all wet with his seed, and I knew that I 
ought to go down there and clean it up with my mouth, 
and I sort of wanted to...but to tell the truth, the 
feeling of delightful lethargy that comes over me when 
I've had a really good orgasm was just too strong – 
especially considering the circumstances and what had 
just happened. All I really, really wanted to do was 
lie there in my lover's arms and breathe. 

It was then that Charlie put his head up on the bed and 
looked at us with the most serious expression. It made 
me laugh, and that made David laugh and pet Charlie on 
the head, which made Charlie wag his tail cheerfully. I 
was just about to say...something, I guess, when 
Charlie stretched his neck, sniffed David's cock, and 
then gave a little lick. "Ohohohoh!" David cried, 
laughing and jerking at the same time to pull his dick 
away from Charlie's tongue. "Whoa there boy!" 

"Didn't it feel good?" I asked dreamily. "It feels 
amazing when he licks me..." 

"Oh it felt great...a little too great. I'm a little 
sensitive there right now..." 

"Oh, so if you weren't so sensitive you'd let him lick 
your cock?" I teased. 

"If it feels like that, hell yes," was David's 
unashamed response, and we both laughed. I honestly 
don't remember being this relaxed after sex...ever, not 
even when I was a kid, or when I was with Petra. I did 
feel this good after being with Charlie, but that's a 
different sort of thing – at least it feels different. 
Charlie is an amazing lover, unselfish and endlessly 
giving, who can make me sing an aria with either his 
long, strong, flexible tongue or his hard, red, big-
knotted prick, and I do love him with the same 
unconditional love he gives me, both sexually and 
platonically. But there is, after all, a limit to what 
a dog can give you in so many areas, and David filled 
all those areas perfectly for me. And between my son 
and my dog...well, I decided then and there that I 
never, ever needed to be unfulfilled again. 

"I'd love to watch him lick your cock," I whispered 
into David's ear, a naughty and playful lilt in my 
voice as I gently pinched his nipple. 

"Yeah?" 

"Yeah." 

"Well maybe I'll let him do that this weekend then." 

"Really?" 

"Sure, why not?" 

Ah, the perfect question. Why not indeed? Why should we 
deny ourselves anything we wanted now? Why shouldn't 
we... "Oh honey, Charlie's getting at the rubber." 

"Is that a bad thing?" he asked as he pulled the used 
condom away from Charlie's questing nose. 

"He'd eat it," I said simply, "and then I'd have to 
explain to your father how come a used rubber ended up 
in a pile of dog crap in our back yard." 

David laughed at that, a wholehearted and joyful laugh 
that caught me up in it and made me laugh too. With a 
single motion he pulled me on top of him with one 
strong arm. I straddled him, my legs around his hips 
(and my feet still locked in my hooker shoes) and my 
breasts pillowed onto his chest. I looked down at him 
and we laughed together, and somehow that turned into a 
kiss that started innocent enough but before long 
turned very passionate indeed. 

After a moment I felt his hands on my ass in a 
possessive grab that turned me on so much I can't even 
tell you; I responded by grinding back into it and 
rubbing my bare, gaping, fresh-fucked pussy on his 
cummy cock. It wasn't long before I was grinding on his 
body and he had two fingers moving in and out of my 
cunt and another pumping my asshole. 

"What's next?" I asked when I came up for air, and even 
David was surprised at the eagerness in my voice. The 
fact was I felt like I'd just discovered sex for the 
first time in my life and I wanted as much of it as I 
could get. 

"What do you want?" he asked me, looking into my eyes 
with a challenge, almost a dare to tell him I wanted 
more of what he'd already give me. 

"Do you want me to be honest?" I asked, grinning at the 
way he was working me over down below. 

"Of course I do." 

"Well...I'm really hungry." 

"Oh...you mean hungry for a mouthful of..." 

"Well that too," I laughed. "But for food. I'm 
starving!" 

He laughed. "But we just ate!" 

"Well you really know how to work up a girl's 
appetite," I smiled, nibbling daintily at his neck. 
"And besides, I didn't eat anything all day long." 

A slow, devious grin spread over his face, and he 
pushed his fingers deeper inside me. "Do we still have 
those strawberries you bought the other day?" 

"Some of them, yes..." 

"Well," he whispered conspiratorially, "I would love to 
eat one out of your pussy..." 

Five seconds later we were pounding down the stairs, 
hand in hand like newlyweds in a mad dash for the 
kitchen. We were laughing together, running naked 
through the house, with Charlie beside us wagging his 
tail delightedly and David clenching a half-dozen 
rubbers. I had the strawberries out of the fridge in a 
flash and turned just in time for David to grab my by 
the hips and hoist me bare-assed onto the counter top. 
I giggled like a schoolgirl and wrapped him in both 
arms and legs, pulling him close for a kiss. And Lord 
what a kiss. Our lips moved on each other's firmly, 
almost hard, and our tongue met and sparred in the 
middle. My nipples were hard against his chest and if I 
hadn't still been wet from the last fuck I'd sure as 
hell have gotten wet now. David was just so damned 
powerful! 

It wasn't just his physical strength, though his body 
was young and hard and trim and very strong; it was his 
personality, or...more his spirit I guess, something 
inside him that kept that strength in check until the 
instant he wanted it to be unleashed and then let it go 
perfectly and precisely. He had determination and focus 
and drive, and all of it made him so very present, so 
in the moment with everything he had. Tim was never 
that way... not with me at least, though who knew what 
he was like with his little girls; there was always 
something held back, something reserved. Not with 
David, and because he was so present, his presence 
aroused me all by itself. 

My ass was right on the edge of the counter when we 
kissed, and we were wrapped around each other like 
cellophane, and so it was no surprise that I felt his 
cock stir against my pussy. I was at exactly the right 
height to feel it move against my lips, and he was at 
exactly the right height to simply push it into me, 
unprotected. For a moment I thought he would, and for 
the same moment I really did think I would let him. Yes 
I was ovulating, and yes I knew the consequences of 
having a thick load of potent young semen flood me when 
I was ovulating – the consequences was, after all, 
rubbing his hard cock on my fertile pussy at the 
moment. 

But at the moment, I genuinely didn't care. I wanted 
his cock in me and I wanted his cum in me and I didn't 
want to wait until I could start the goddamned birth 
control pills. Don't get me wrong, I did NOT want to 
get pregnant by my son, it was just I wanted to feel 
his seed in me. It seemed such a damned shame to waste 
it in a condom when my body was made for it, made to 
take every drop of my son's precious juice and hold it 
inside me, to have and feel and cherish. 

But fortunately, that wasn't what David had in mind. 
After all, the strawberries were at hand, and that was 
what we were here for. David stepped back enough to 
disentangle himself from me and took the container of 
fruit. He was grinning wickedly, and I'm pretty sure I 
was too, as he popped the lid – 

"David, you have to wash your hands!" I laughed. He 
looked at me puzzled, and I made a shooing gesture and 
said, "You had a finger up my butt for God sake! You 
can't eat with that!" 

He laughed with me. "I guess that settles the question 
about whether you'll still be my mom, huh?" 

"Well I don't have to be your mom to want you to wash 
your hands. And use soap!" 

He did so, grinning as I ran fingers along my wet 
pussy. Turning, he flicked water at me, making me 
squeal with glee, and then grabbed a towel. "I suppose 
you want me to put on clean underwear too." 

"Mmmm, not until your father and sister get back," I 
said in the sultriest voice I could manage. "I'm hoping 
you're naked as a jaybird until then." 

"Dirty girl," he said, coming back to the fruit 
container and selected a particularly large and 
succulent berry. "Now this looks good," he mused. "What 
do you think we ought to do with it?" 

I bit my lower lip coquettishly and suggested, 
"Well...I'll bet some strawberry juice would taste 
really good on my nipples..." 

"Ya know, I bet it would. Open up..." He put the berry 
to my lips and I bit off the end, savoring the flavor 
and keeping my eyes on his. He moved with slow 
deliberation, holding it above my right nipple and 
squeeeezing...and a single drop of juice formed on the 
end I'd bitten. It hung there, glimmering in the fading 
evening light for a long heartbeat – 

And then it dropped and struck my areola just where the 
nipple budded out hard and erect. My response was 
involuntary: "OH!" 

"Did that hurt?" he grinned as he lowered his head and 
wrapped his lips around my nipple 

"No, it's cold!" I chuckled...but then I moaned, 
because David knows how to make me moan any damned time 
he wants. A moment later he repeated the operation on 
my left nipple, and this time I was prepared so I 
skipped the sound of surprise and went right to the 
sound of pleasure. I closed my eyes and tilted my head 
back as he went from breast to breast, dripping 
strawberry juice and suckling it off just as quickly. 
My son was a master, and all I had to do was open my 
mouth and take the berry when he held it, empty of 
juice, to my lips. It was still delicious, and I chewed 
slowly and savored it as he carefully selected another 
one. I opened my eyes and watched him, so beautiful and 
bare, and the strangeness of the situation suddenly 
struck me. 

I know what you're saying: "It only struck you now?" 
And of course it was in my mind all the time, at some 
level. Yes this was the first few hours of my new life, 
and no I didn't regret for a second what I'd done with 
my son, and yes I was aware that almost everyone else 
in the world would think I was a disgusting pervert, 
and no I didn't give a fuck what they thought; but 
there was still enough of the old me with her old mores 
rattling around inside to be conscious of the 
peculiarity of the goings on. The thing was, most of 
the time up to now (and for the rest of the weekend) I 
was able to ignore it, block it out, but sometimes it 
came bubbling to the top and really made me pause and 
think. Or, as in this case, it made me laugh. "My God, 
I can't believe we're doing this!" 

David chuckled with me and put the next berry to my 
lips for biting. "Well," he said dryly, "I doubt the 
PTSA would be pleased to see us now." 

"Oh my God, can you imagine the look on Mrs. Peterson's 
face if she were here!" I laughed – Mrs. Peterson was 
the ancient and acerbic guidance counselor at the high 
school, and she had called me into her office more 
times than I care to remember about one or another of 
David's activities. 

"Might do the old prune good," he mused. "Maybe it 
would get her juices flowing." 

"You know," I teased, "I've heard rumors about you and 
some of your teachers..." 

"Oh have you now?" he grinned. 

"I have. Any truth to them?" 

"Some. Not as much as you've heard, probably." 

"Tell me," I smiled. "I won't be jealous." 

He eyed me. "You won't be?" 

I paused. "Well...I'll be jealous, but it's all right. 
I want you to tell me." 

"Promise?" 

"Cross my heart and hope to suck your cock." 

He laughed loudly. "Hey! You're not supposed to hope 
for something you want to happen!" "I'm an innovator," 
I laughed with him. "But yes, I promise I won't freak 
out or anything. I just want to know." 

"Well...fine." He actually looked a little nervous, 
which I found adorable. "Last year I had a little thing 
with Mrs. Crosby." 

I couldn't say I was surprised – Mrs. Crosby was in her 
early 30s, about 5'3" and maybe 120 lbs – of which 
maybe ten pounds was a pair of tits that could make a 
straight girl gay and make a gay boy straight. Added to 
that was an ass that was meaty and wide and looked 
fantastic in a tight skirt and a pair of lips that 
looked like they could suck the Mississippi into a new 
channel. Her face wasn't really all that pretty, in my 
humble opinion, but with a body like that nobody ever 
looked above the neck anyway. "Mmmm, so how far did you 
go with her?" 

He actually blushed. "We fooled around once." 

"Once?" 

"A few times," he admitted reluctantly. "That's why I 
got an A in her class..." 

"I wondered about that," I grinned. "It's all right, 
David. I'm not painfully jealous." 

"No?" 

"No. How can I be? I know how you are. I don't expect 
I'll be your only woman." 

"And do you think I'll be your only man?" 

"That's different," I said seriously. "You're the only 
man I want." 

He arched an eyebrow. "Is that a fact?" I nodded. "Well 
what if I decide I want to see you with another man?" 

Now that gave me pause and no mistake. It was a moment 
before I could speak. "Do you?" 

"Maybe," he whispered. "I know I want to see you with 
another woman." 

"That's different," I repeated. "I want that too."

"You do?" 

I nodded. "I've thought about it a lot since...well, 
since I was with a woman for the first time. I liked 
it, and I want to share it, and her, with you." 

"But a man is different?" 

I nodded again. "Yes it is. With a woman it's 
just...just fooling around, just sex, just feeling 
good. But when a man is inside me...I mean, if you...if 
you want to share me with another man or something, 
that's fine, but I don't want any man but you. I'll do 
what you tell me to do – I promise – but you're my man, 
David. My one and only. I love you." 

"And I love you." He kissed me on the lips briefly, 
then put his forehead against mine. "It doesn't bother 
you that there will be other women for me?" 

"I...I wouldn't say it doesn't bother me. I wish I 
could be all you wanted. But I know that I can't be no 
matter what I do, so I'm not going to get bent out of 
shape about it. As long as you promise always to come 
back to me. As long as you promise that I'm the one you 
love." 

"I promise." He sounded very serious. 

"The only one?" I needed to know this. 

"You're the only one I love, mom. You always will be. 
No matter what I do with someone else, you'll be the 
one I want, and you'll be the one I love, and you'll be 
the one I come home to. I'll swear to that on anything 
you want." 

I looked him in the eye. "Swear on what we did in my 
bed." 

He nodded and said without hesitation, "I swear on the 
first time we made love that you will be the only woman 
I ever make love to." 

I nodded and smiled. I believed him. "That's good 
enough for me, lover. Now I think you said something 
about eating a strawberry out of my pussy..." 

He nodded, grinning wickedly. "You know, I seem to 
recall something about that..." 

"You'd better," I said primly. "You got my hopes up. 
Oh, and one more thing..." 

"Yeah?" 

"What about women for me?" 

He smiled hugely. "Whenever you want. Whoever you want. 
All I expect it that you give me all the juicy details 
later on." 

"Now that sounds like a deal," I laughed. "We both get 
to fuck other girls!" 

I have to say that having strawberries eaten out of my 
cunt was just as good as I expected – and so was having 
peach slices eaten from there, and a banana, and a 
thick piece of kiwi. David's favorite was the pineapple 
though – he said it went perfectly with my own flavor, 
and I think he went through half a can of the stuff. I 
lost count of the orgasms I had at four, and there were 
a few after that; David strung them together in a 
chain, a rippling series of climaxes where my body 
wouldn't quite come down from the last one before the 
next one hit. 

We discovered too that Charlie liked licking fruit off 
of me, though butter and peanut butter were his 
favorites (hey, it became clichι for a reason, pal) – 
not that he really needed an incentive to lick me, but 
he did give me a couple of orgasms too, and David 
watched, stroking his lovely cock as the dog gobbled 
me. It was... memorable. 

We wound up in the living room later on, watching TV in 
the dark, curled up naked on the sofa in the warm 
summer night, Charlie dozing at our feet. I felt like a 
schoolgirl with her first crush, like a cheerleader 
laid by the star quarterback on prom night, like a 
bride deflowered by her husband on the night of their 
wedding. I held my body against David's with a silly 
little smile and just enjoyed the smell of him, the 
feel of him. And given that, I guess it can't be too 
surprising that I found myself playing with his cock, 
stroking it, teasing his balls with my fingertips, and 
it's probably not surprising either that I quickly 
replaced my hands with my mouth and sucked him until he 
was gloriously hard. 

"I think we're gonna need one of these," he said, 
handing me a condom. 

"Oh, I agree," I giggled as I tore open the foil. "You 
don't get off this couch without giving your girl a 
good, hard fucking." 

"You're gonna kill me," he groaned theatrically. 

"Oh please, a young buck like you!" I slipped the 
rubber out of the package. "You can probably go three 
or four more times tonight!" 

"Dear lord, what have I done? I've turned you into a 
sex fiend." 

"Yes you have," I agreed. "And right now this sex fiend 
is going to try something and hope she doesn't make a 
damned fool of herself." With that I popped the condom 
into my mouth, rolled it around on my tongue until I 
had it positioned right, and then put my mouth over 
David's cock. As my tongue met the tip I put the condom 
on, and then gently began to roll it down with my lips 
– VERY careful not to use my teeth, because the last 
thing I needed was to put a hole in the rubber and wind 
up peeing on a stick. 

"Jesus," David moaned as I took all of him into my 
mouth and pressed my lips to his pelvis. "Who taught 
you that?" 

"We girls have our secrets," I said primly as I took my 
mouth off. In fact it was April who had taught me that, 
practicing on a zucchini when we were 20 or so. 
Honestly, I never thought I'd have a reason to use it, 
but I was delighted to be wrong. "So...how do you want 
me this time, lover?" 

"Climb up on my lap, facing me." He slumped, giving me 
a good angle, and guiding me with his hands as I 
straddled him. 

He held his cock straight up and I settled onto it – 
and Lord how it did fill me in this position! It's not 
that it felt bigger, really, I just felt like there was 
more of it, or less of me, or something. I don't know 
how to explain it. All I know is that when my butt 
landed on his thighs I let out a gasp of pure delight. 
"Oh...my..." 

"I think she likes it," David said playfully. 

"Oh...oh God...yes. Yes I do." I exhaled long and slow 
and looked down at him just as he reached up and put 
his hands on my breasts. I smiled at him, leaned 
forward to put my hands on the back of the sofa (and 
get my nipples into his mouth where they belong) and 
lifted my hips. I slowly let his cock out of me almost 
all the way, then settled back down on it just as 
slowly. "This feels... oh God baby... I can't even 
describe it." 

He wrapped his lips around my left nipple and took it 
between his teeth gently – and now that he could tend 
to my breasts with his mouth, he moved his hands around 
and cupped my ass, helping lift me as I went up the 
next time. I sat down a bit faster – just a bit – and 
gave a shimmy to my hips as I did, and this time we 
moaned together. "Mom, I love being inside you," he 
whispered. "It's gonna suck when dad and Laurel get 
home..." 

"Shhhh." I laid a finger across his lips as he looked 
up at me. "Don't think about that. Don't think about 
them. This is our time, and right now they don't exist. 
It's just us, baby. Just you and me and they can take 
care of themselves..." 

The telephone rang, and with a wife's intuition I knew 
it was Tim calling to tell me he and Laurel had found a 
room and were fucking each other's brains out...I mean, 
that they had settled in for the night. What timing. I 
looked down at David and we both laughed. I wiggled my 
hips, squeezed his cock with my Kegels, and asked, "Can 
I answer it?"

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didn't even occur to me that it was odd to ask my son 
permission to answer a telephone call from my husband. 
It seemed perfectly natural. David was my man now, and 
I was pleasing him, and if he wanted me to let it roll 
to the machine I would in spite of the fact that it 
would raise Tim's eyebrows. 

David just smiled. "Yes, I think you should...but know 
that I'm going to molest you like the dirty little cunt 
you are when you're talking to him." 

I felt my heart skip a beat, and then I was off his lap 
and diving for the telephone. The thought of my son 
touching me, doing wonderful things to me, while I was 
talking with Tim on the phone was so painfully erotic 
that I thought my stomach was going to break out in a 
tango inside me. I grabbed up the phone just before it 
rolled to voicemail. "Hello?" 

"Hi hon," came Tim's voice, sounding cheerful and a bit 
tired. Oh well, poor baby; he had a nice pair of 15 
year old tits to use as a pillow, and I was sure Laurel 
would make sure he was worn out and got a good night's 
sleep. Yes there was a twinge at the thought and I once 
more found myself hoping that he wasn't hurting her and 
whatever happened between them would happen because 
they both wanted it, not because he was forcing it on 
her. 

"Hi babe," I said, trying to keep my voice sounding 
normal as David moved up behind me, pressing his wet 
erection against my back and reaching around to squeeze 
my nipples. I closed my eyes and leaned back into him. 
"How was the drive?" 

"Oh, we got a flat tire," he laughed. "Just north of 
Cloquet." 

"Oh no!" I said. David was tugging on my right nipple 
and sending shivers through me wile his left had was 
lazily meandering southward across my belly. "What 
happened?" 

"Well, we must have hit something, I have no idea what. 
The tire pressure sensor light went on and then less 
than 10 seconds later the tire went flat." 

David put one finger on either side of my clit, gently 
squeezed the skin around it, and began to rub. I had to 
bite back a gasp. "Uh oh," I managed. "Did you get off 
the road safely?" 

"Sure, but the hydraulic on the jack didn't work and so 
I called AAA. The hell of it is they took almost an 
hour and a half to get a tow truck to us." 

"Well that sucks," I said as I filled my hand with 
David's cock; he was so rampant that I could tell this 
naughty little game was turning him on as much as it 
was me. "But you finally made it." 

"We made it safe and sound," he assured me. "I think 
Laurel's playing the TV loud enough in her room that 
we're going to get a complaint pretty soon though." 

Right, because Laurel had her own room, didn't she? Of 
course she did. She wasn't waiting in the bed for Tim 
to get done making this pro forma phone call so she 
could fuck her father like her brother had just fucked 
me. Well, it didn't really matter now, and to tell you 
the truth, it honestly did not bother me at that 
moment. If she wanted Tim she could have him, just so 
long as she kept him out of my hair. 

In the ear that wasn't occupied by telephone, David 
whispered, "Bend over, bitch. I'm taking your cunt from 
behind, right here and right now..." 

Even if I had thought about resisting, which I honestly 
didn't, he put a firm hand in my back and pushed me 
over so that my chest was on the back of Tim's La-Z-
Boy. He urged my feet apart to give me a better stance 
and then slipped a pair of fingers into my juicing sex. 

"Honey?" 

"Oh, sorry," I said as braced myself and felt David's 
fingers move in and out of my slick hole. "I'm feeling 
a little tired, I did a lot of stuff today." 

"Oh, well that's good. What did you do?"

I fucked the blue blazes out of our son, dear. You 
really should have seen it, he's a much better lover 
than you and he almost folded me in half! I felt like 
quite the gymnast for an old gal. "The usual stuff, did 
some shopping, helped Mrs. Gundersen with her yard 
work." 

"That's great, her yard was looking pretty tatty 
lately." I heard the water going on – I think he was 
getting ready to brush his teeth. He had to feel minty 
fresh when he put his face between Laurel's legs. "I 
thought her grandson was helping her with that." 

I made a mental note to send David over to help with 
the old woman's yard work tomorrow when I was at my 
dad's and gave his fingers a squeeze with my pussy. "I 
guess he couldn't make it lately or something. It's all 
right, it was a nice day to be outside." 

I felt the fingers leave and the head of his cock begin 
to rub against my vulva from behind. I had a feeling 
that David wasn't going to make it easy for me to keep 
my composure on this phone call. It was a dangerous 
game we were playing, because if Tim found out... 

Well, what if Tim found out? What could he do about it? 
What could he even say? It wasn't as if he hadn't 
started fooling around with Laurel long before David so 
much as saw me naked. There was no moral high ground to 
be had in this situation, there was only four people 
each chasing what made them happy. So fuck him. 

Not that I told him, of course, though I experienced a 
momentary temptation just to hear the shock in his 
voice. No, even in my current horny (and therefore 
highly injudicious, as you've no doubt realized) state, 
I knew better than that. It was better for everyone if 
Tim and Laurel didn't know what I knew. I was happy now 
– David had made me happy – and so I could keep myself 
together and keep up the lie that we were one big happy 
family, same as it ever was. The lie didn't bother me 
now, because I had a truth that was so much better than 
the lie could ever be. 

"So any plans for tomorrow besides helping your dad?" 
Yes, he was definitely brushing his teeth. 

"Mmmm, nope, not really, just – OH!" The last part was 
the involuntary sound I made when David suddenly thrust 
into me all the way, burying himself to the balls in my 
very, very, very ready pussy. 

"What? What was that?" 

"I, um, thought I heard something outside, but it was 
nothing." 

"Are you sure?" He sounded worried, and I bit my lip to 
keep from moaning in ecstasy as David drew back and 
then put his cock right back where it belonged – inside 
his mama's hungry, wet, needy cunt. "Do you want to 
call 911?" 

"Oh...no," I said, not quite able to stifle a sigh as 
David pushed in all the way again. I felt his balls 
against my lips, felt his cock filling me as though it 
was made for my pussy and no other, felt his hands 
gripping my hips. I picked up his rhythm in an instant 
and met his next thrust halfway, so glad I was in a 
position this time to fuck him back. When our bodies 
met, it gave my nerves a little jar and sent the 
sweetest ripples through me. 

God, I was so much in love. 

Thankfully David was moving slow, because I knew that 
once he got going I'd be screaming like a cheap back-
alley whore. "Charlie and David are...here. Nothing 
will...happen with them...here..." 

"Oh, all right. David's home on a Friday night?" 

"Yeah...he was...feeling a little warm..." 

"Yeah, warm for your slutty little twat," David 
whispered roughly. "Move that ass, bitch, or I swear 
I'll spank you here and now!" I obliged eagerly, 
wiggling my hips as I pushed back into him and loving 
that he was talking dirty to me.

Actually sounding worried, Tim asked, "Are you OK?" 

Oh darling. Never better in my whole life. David pulled 
out and sank himself in with an oomph that jarred me on 
my feet. I tried to be quiet, but really...no chance. I 
did my best to stifle the purely sexual moan that my 
son's cock forced out of me, but the best I could do 
was turn it into a kind of silly-sounding squeak. "I'm 
fine! Charlie just...just stuck his nose into my 
armpit! It tickled!" 

Tim laughed. "Well let's hope that's the worst that 
happens." 

"Yeah." 

There was a pause of a few seconds, a few blissful 
seconds where I simply closed my eyes and felt David 
draw back, push in, draw back, push in, slow, 
luxuriously, in no hurry at all. I said nothing. I 
simply felt, and I loved that Tim was listening to me 
get fucked by our son even if he didn't know it. I know 
that says something bad about me, but I honestly 
couldn't help it – having Tim on the line was making me 
so hot I was gushing all over David's shaft, and my 
nipples were so hard I thought they'd cut right into 
the leather of the La-Z-Boy. 

Finally Tim said, "So whatcha doing?" 

"Oh...watching TV." The TV was on so I had the evidence 
of the sound from it to back up my assertion. "Rerun of 
CSI: Miami." 

"Oh, good episode?" 

"Eh, same old...same old..." I marveled at the banality 
of the conversation given what was happening. "How's 
Laurel feeling...about her meet?" 

The pun on that struck David as funny, because he gave 
a short bark of laughter and muttered, "More like dad's 
meat..." 

I grinned as Tim said, "I think she's feeling pretty 
confident, actually. She said she wanted to get to bed 
early. I hope she actually gets some sleep, you know 
how she is at sleeping in strange places." 

"Yep," I said, thinking that there were few places 
stranger to sleep than your father's arms after he's 
fucked the eyes out of your head – that was just as 
strange as where I would be sleeping tonight. "Well 
when you see...her in the morning...tell her good luck 
and...I love her." 

"I will." I heard him spit toothpaste into the sink. "I 
love you babe." 

"Love you babe," I replied, my voice rising a bit at 
the end as David picked up the pace. God, he was making 
this hard as hell! The way we were moving together was 
making my whole body tingle and I don't know how I kept 
from crying out, but I managed it. "Good night." 

"Good night babe," he said, then hung up the phone. 

The instant I set the phone down, David's hand cracked 
hard against my ass and I yelped. "You're such a dirty 
little whore!" he said between gritted teeth, really 
starting to lay into me with hard, brutal thrusts. "You 
loved that didn't you?" 

"Yes!" I moaned, pushing back into him with everything 
I had. 

"You loved talking to your husband while your son was 
fucking you from behind like the nasty little bitch you 
are!" 

"Yes!" 

"SAY IT!" he snapped, smacking me on the ass again. 
God, the feeling of him slapping my ass while his cock 
was slamming me was enough to put me on the edge of an 
orgasm all by itself. 

"YES! I LOVED TALKING WITH MY HUSBAND WHILE MY SON WAS 
FUCKING ME!" I was screaming now and glad of it because 
I felt the kind of absolute rapture inside that needed 
to be expressed.

"You're a filthy little cunt, aren't you?" He smacked 
my ass again good and hard, which made me moan loudly. 
"ANSWER ME!" 

"YES!" I cried, arching my back and letting another 
orgasm rise and take me. It swelled suddenly like a 
blossom of fire inside me and lifted me up onto my 
tippy-toes as David rocked me. "I'm your whore, David! 
I want to be your slut, your fucking cocksucking little 
bitch! I want it so bad!" 

And suddenly he grabbed a fistful of my hair and 
yanked. It didn't hurt at all – it just pulled my body 
nearly upright against his and made me feel like a 
cheap ten-dollar hooker, and I LOVED it. "You are my 
bitch!" he whispered fiercely into my ear, hammering me 
hard and making my orgasm rise another notch. I was 
moaning so loud I could barely hear the lovely 
profanity he whispered into my ear. "You're my cunt, my 
slut, my fucking cum-slut! You're a bitch for your dog 
and a slut for your son because you're a cock-loving 
whore!" 

"YES!" 

"SAY IT!" 

"I'm a whore! I'm a fucking bitch in heat! I need cock! 
I need your cock! I need dog cock! I need my son to 
fuck me baby I need you to fuck me fuck me FUCK ME!!!" 

My climax hit a high, hard, bright peak and I was just 
howling, knowing David was still talking to me but not 
being able to process it. I may even have been talking 
back, but I couldn't even guess what I said. The next 
thing I really knew I was barely keeping my feet, my 
chest resting heavily on the chair, panting like a dog 
and still getting pummeled from behind. David was 
gasping and sucking short breaths; I knew he was going 
to come and I just stood there and took his cock and 
loved his coming climax – 

"On your knees, bitch!" he growled suddenly. "I'm 
putting my cum on your fucking face. NOW!" 

I obeyed. I'd never had a man cum on my face before and 
I wasn't sure I wanted to now, but it didn't even occur 
to me to do anything but do as my son told me as fast 
as I could. Later on I would think about it, of course, 
and wonder what it meant, but at that moment I wanted 
nothing other than to do what my son told me, whatever 
he told me. 

As I knelt in front of him he ripped the wet rubber off 
and pulled my mouth to him – again, all I could think 
to do was what he wanted, and I put my mouth around him 
and started to give him the very best blowjob I knew 
how. I knew the signs by now that told me he was simply 
struggling to hold on, to let the sensations build to 
as high a place as he could get them before letting go, 
and so I pulled every trick I knew (which honestly 
wasn't that many – I just didn't have a lot of 
experience sucking cock yet) to make it wonderful for 
him. I took his cock all the way down my throat, 
letting his pubic hair tickle my nose while I sucked 
and licked, and I caressed his balls lovingly with my 
fingers. 

I don't know quite what struck me. It wasn't anything 
David had ever said to me, or anything he'd ever 
implied even, but I had the sudden inspiration to slip 
one hand under him and stroke his perineum gently...and 
then go a little further. My fingertip found his 
asshole, a tight little clenched ring of muscle, and I 
began to play with it. I rubbed, I stroked, I flicked 
every so lightly with my fingernail – 

It was that last that made him groan mightily. I felt 
his balls pull up tight and I knew he was going to 
explode so I tried to take my mouth off of him; I guess 
I wasn't quick enough for his liking though because he 
yanked me by the hair again, pulled his cock out of my 
mouth with a wet popping sound, and began to spray his 
lovely juice onto my face.

I closed my eyes – and good thing too, because the 
first stream of it plastered itself across my cheek, 
stuck to my left eyelid, and went up into my hair. I 
wasn't sure what to do so I kept stroking his cock with 
my hand and let him come, and he put line after white, 
sticky line on my upturned face. It felt warm and 
sticky, but what struck me most was the smell – I'd 
always known semen had a smell, but now that I had so 
much of it so close to my nose I was suffused in the 
aroma, the warm, generous, rich aroma of distilled 
masculinity like I'd never experienced before. 

The scent struck me as almost like freshly turned sod 
in springtime – a heady smell redolent of fertility and 
growth and new possibilities. It wasn't a bad smell at 
all...in fact, by the time I'd milked the last drops of 
his cum out of his balls and onto my face, I decided I 
rather liked it. 

"Mmmmm...damn mom, that was incredible..." 

I opened the eye that wasn't stuck closed with jism and 
smiled up at him beatifically. "Thank you baby." 

He reached down and pulled a sum-spattered strand of 
sweat-dampened hair away from my face. "Did you like 
it?" 

"God baby...talking to your father while you fucked 
me...I can't even describe it. I came so good, lover. 
So good..." 

He looked incredibly pleased at that. "And when I 
talked dirty to you..." 

"Oh my God, I love that!" I laughed. "Call me every 
dirty thing you can think of and I'll eat right out of 
your hand, I promise you!" 

"Damn, you are some kind of hot cunt, you know that?" 

"I'm glad you think so," I said, very flattered. I 
paused, then asked, "Am I good? I mean...am I?" 

He looked at me like I was nuts. "Holy crap mom, you're 
an amazing lay. Um...that came out cruder than I meant 
it. Yes, hell yes you're good." 

I blushed and dropped my one open eye to the floor. "I 
know I don't have as much experience as a lot of girls 
you're used to..." 

"Well we'll get you all the experience you can handle 
and more," he laughed, reaching down and taking my hand 
to help me to my feet. "I love you and you love me. 
You're the woman I've always wanted. Of course you're 
wonderful, mom. How could you be anything else?" 

My blush deepened. "Thank you, baby. Thank you so 
much." 

He smiled squeezed my hand. "You're a mess, and I doubt 
I'm much better. Come on, let's get you cleaned up 
before bed." 

"My shower is big enough for two..." 

"I was counting on that," he laughed. "Let me 
grab...um...where's the...dammit, I think Charlie ate 
the rubber." 

I laughed. "It's OK, your dad doesn't make a habit of 
studying Charlie's droppings anyway. I'm going to go 
get the shower ready, will you let Charlie out and then 
turn everything off down here? And make sure the doors 
are locked?" 

He did, and I did, and he finally unlocked my shoes. It 
was an incredibly erotic moment as I sat down and held 
up my feet, first right and then left, and he turned 
the key that permitted me to take them off. It really, 
truly felt at that moment that I was his, completely 
and utterly and with no reservation whatsoever, and I 
loved it. We had a fantastic shower together. It was 
long and luxurious, slow and sexy and cuddly, with a 
huge amount of kissing and caressing and simply 
touching. He got hard again partway through but I was a 
little too tender down there for another go-around so I 
dropped to my knees and sucked him again. 

It felt amazing to be there, with my son, the steaming 
water cascading down over us, splashing on my face as I 
took him to the root, sucked his balls...licked his 
ass. Well, what the hell, I made sure it was clean 
first and he'd done it to me, so sauce for the goose 
and all that. It wasn't bad at all, I decided, and 
David certainly loved it. This time when he came, he 
came in my mouth – again it was his choice rather than 
mine, and I did as he told me without a second thought. 

We spent a lot of time drying each other. He brought 
his toothbrush into my bathroom so we could pretend for 
a couple of days that we were going to be this loose 
and free and open forever. After that we curled up 
naked in bed, him spooning behind me with a possessive 
hand on my tummy and me pressed against him to feel his 
body. We talked deep into the night about nothing in 
particular, but it was an incredibly profound thing for 
me anyway; how could it not be, curled up with the 
first real human lover I'd ever had in my whole life? 

That night I slept dreamlessly and didn't wake once for 
the first time in almost a month. 

I was home. 


June 1 

I awoke slowly, unhurriedly, but with the strange 
sensation that something was wrong. I opened my eyes a 
crack and saw that the light coming in through the 
window was gray and promising rain, but that wasn't it. 
It took me a bit to put it together: I was alone in 
bed. 

A stab of worry flashed through me. It was foolish, I 
know – David LIVED here, he wasn't exactly going to be 
able to fuck and run like I was a one night stand. But 
still, the worry was there as I opened my eyes and sat 
up – 

And then I smelled bacon frying, and I smiled. 

A couple of minutes later he and Charlie came in with a 
tray laden with sinful delights: a plate of thick-cut 
bacon cooked just to the edge of crispiness, several 
eggs fried over medium the way we both liked them, hash 
browned potatoes, toast, strawberries (a little nod to 
last night which did not go unnoticed or 
unappreciated), hot coffee, ice cold milk and orange 
juice. 

"Wow! This is fantastic!" I enthused as he set the tray 
down over my lap with a smile. "I think I could get 
used to you cooking..." 

"Yeah, well don't," he laughed as he climbed – still 
naked as the day I gave birth to him – into bed next to 
me and Charlie took his position at our feet, watching 
with great attentiveness should something be thrown his 
way. "I pretty much burned my culinary candle doing 
this. Anything more and I'd have had to wake you up for 
advice." 

As it turns out it was delicious. Well...the eggs were 
a little overcooked, admittedly, but it was delicious 
because my son cooked it for me and we ate it together, 
laughing, feeding each other, fooling around, him 
occasionally leaning over to suck a nipple and me doing 
the same to him, and just generally having a wonderful, 
relaxed and fun time. Charlie got some benefit from it 
too, as he eagerly snapped up the various bits of bacon 
or egg we gave him; I even let him lick my face, which 
turned into a spit-swapping tongue kiss that David 
found very arousing. 

I was still a bit tender from the strenuous activities 
of the night before, but I'd have LOVED a slow morning 
fuck anyway. Unfortunately neither David nor I are by 
nature early risers, and so by the time breakfast was 
finished I had to hop in the shower and get ready to 
see my dad that day. David busied himself cleaning up 
the breakfast dishes and playing with Charlie; he was 
rolling around naked on the floor of the den with the 
dog when I came in, dressed to head out. 

I watched them romp and play for a while, my two lovers 
who had worked together to create a brand new me, and I 
wished for nothing more than to join them. But, new me 
or not, I was still my father's daughter and I had to 
go over and help him with his computer problems. 
Finally I asked, "Hey stud, think you can shake free 
this morning to go over and mow Mrs. Gunderson's lawn 
before it rains? I don't want your father to get home 
and ask why her grass is still long." 

"Sure, I will, I – oof!" The last bit was because 
Charlie threw a playful shoulder into his stomach and 
sent him sprawling, which made us both laugh and made 
Charlie wag his tail delightedly (incidentally knocking 
a box of Kleenex off the coffee table and sending it 
flying halfway across the room). He grabbed the dog in 
a headlock and began squirming with him again, but not 
before he managed to ask, "Think you'll be horny by the 
time you get back?" 

"Baby, I'm horny now. By the time I get back I'll be 
ready to eat you alive." 

"Good," he said, pinning the dog on his back and 
rubbing his tummy vigorously, which made Charlie's leg 
kick with glee. "Because when you get back Charlie is 
going to fuck you like the bitch in heat you are while 
you suck my cock. I'm going to cum down your whore 
throat and then fuck your dog-loving cunt nice and 
hard. What do you say to that, slut?" 

My knees wobbled and my pussy spasmed from the imaged 
and his vulgar, degrading talk. "I say I'll hurry 
back." 

To be continued...

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