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Weekend Visit
by Shadow Kiss (shadow_kiss_944@hotmail.com)

***

A depressed mother visits her college bound son at 
school for the weekend and he finds ways to lift her 
spirits. (MF, inc)

***

Christine reluctantly picked up the ringing phone. She 
was feeling incredibly depressed. She didn’t know if it 
was some kind of mid-life crisis or empty nest 
syndrome. All she knew was that she felt worthless. Her 
voice cracked as she answered the phone, "Hello?"

"Mom?" Came a familiar voice over the speaker.

"Michael!" Christine suddenly perked up as she 
recognized her son. "I’m so glad you called. How have 
you been? How’s the college life treating you?"

"It’s going good," Michael answered. "It’s a little 
harder than I thought but nothing I can’t handle. Are 
you all right? You sound like you’ve been crying."

"It’s... It’s nothing," she lied. "Are you getting all 
you’re homework done?"

"Mom, come on. I can tell when you’re upset," he said.

Christine sighed, "It’s no big deal, Michael. I just... 
I guess I’m just a little lonely. With you being away 
and you’re father always off on some business trip..."

"I’m sorry Mom," Michael said. "I miss you too, and I 
know Dad doesn’t like being away from you."

"Well you’d never know it from my end," Christine said. 
The bitterness was apparent in her voice.

Michael was silent for a moment. Then he chimed in, 
"Hey Mom, I got an idea. My roommate is leaving for the 
weekend. Why don’t you come down here Friday and stay 
over the weekend? It’ll be like a little vacation."

"Oh Michael, I don’t want to inconvenience you," she 
said. "Don’t feel guilty just because I’m having a bad 
day. It’s not your fault."

"It wouldn’t be an inconvenience Mom," he said with 
conviction. "I really do miss you and I don’t have any 
plans. I need the company."

"All right Michael," she relented. "I’ll come visit if 
you really want me to."

"I do Mom," Michael assured her. "I really do."

Michael greeted his mother as she got out of her car. 
He gave her a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. 
Christine returned his embrace with fervor. She had 
truly missed her son and his greeting brought a warm 
glow to her heart. Michael broke away from his mother 
and looked at her face. They were wearing identical 
smiles.

"Its so good to see you again, sweetheart," Christine 
said.

"Its good to see you too," Michael responded. He looked 
his mom up and down, "Wow, you really look great Mom. 
Have you lost weight?"

"No silly," Christine was blushing at her son’s 
compliment. She really had lost a few pounds. Her 
husband Bob hadn’t noticed. In fact Bob didn’t seem to 
notice her at all these days. Having a handsome young 
man compliment her physique filled Christine with 
pride, even if it was her own son.

Michael’s compliment had been genuine. In fact he had 
always thought his mother had a great body. She had 
long sexy legs, a firm round ass and a wonderful set of 
huge tits. A fantastic body combined with a beautiful 
face, medium skin and luxurious bronze-colored hair 
made Christine the object of many men's fantasies. 
Michael was one of these men. He’d been masturbating to 
his mother’s image since he hit puberty.

Christine was unaware of her son’s feelings, but the 
look he was giving her was stirring feelings of her 
own. She hadn’t realized how much of a man her son had 
become. He was ruggedly handsome like his father and 
had a sculpted athletic body. He somehow seemed more 
mature than when he had left home. For the first time 
Christine was confronted by her son’s manhood.

There was a sudden awkward silence as they regarded 
each other. Both of them were feeling stirrings of 
forbidden lust. Neither of them would have admitted it 
right then. The incest taboo was too strongly ingrained 
to be defeated that easily. So in true Freudian fashion 
they suppressed their feelings and continued their 
normal familial interactions.

Michael led Christine to his small apartment that he 
shared with his roommate Jeff. Christine had never met 
Jeff, but she had heard nice things about him. Once she 
got into the apartment she wasn’t that sure about what 
she had heard. The walls were covered with pictures of 
naked women.

"My God, Michael," she said in bewilderment. "I hope 
these belong to your roommate."

Michael was embarrassed, "Sorry Mom, I got the bedroom 
so Jeff uses the living room which means he has control 
of the décor. I would have taken them down, but I 
didn’t get a chance to ask Jeff whether it would be 
okay. Don’t worry, you’ll be sleeping in my room."

Christine looked around at the meager furnishings. 
There was one couch, a table and a television set. She 
frowned as she noticed something conspicuously absent. 
"Where are you going to sleep Michael? I don’t see a 
bed."

Michael pointed to the couch. "That’s where Jeff sleeps 
when he’s here. He says it’s okay."

"Michael, I told you I didn’t want to come here if it 
was going to inconvenience you. I think kicking you out 
of your own bed is an inconvenience." Christine was 
genuinely upset.

"Oh Mom, it’s not an inconvenience. I swear I have no 
problem sleeping on the couch. Besides I would sleep on 
a bed of nails to have the pleasure of your company." 
Michael grinned. It was infectious.

"All right," Christine said with a chuckle. "If you 
really want me around that badly I’ll stay."

Michael helped Christine unpack her bags. Once she was 
settled in the started talking. They had all the 
meaningless conversations between a mother and son. 
When they ran out of topics, they started playing 
cards. That soon got boring so they ended up sitting on 
the couch and watching TV in silence.

Michael was really frustrated. He had wanted to show 
his mom a good time. He felt like he was disappointing 
her by showing her how boring his life was. Then an 
idea hit him. "Hey Mom, do you want to go out tonight?"

Christine was intrigued, "What do you mean go out?"

"I mean out to a club. There’s this really great one 
called The Blaze just a few miles from her. I’d love to 
take you." Michael was really excited.

"Oh honey, I don’t know," Christine said. "My clubbing 
days are long past me. Besides would you really want to 
be seen at a club with your mother?"

"Ah come on Mom," Michael prodded her. "It’ll be fun. 
If your worried about my reputation, well, we don’t 
have to tell anyone you’re my mother. You can just go 
as my date."

"Do you normally date forty-year-old women?" Christine 
asked with a touch of humor.

"No," Michael stated as he sat down next to his mother 
and put her arm around her shoulder. "But I do date 
beautiful women, and you certainly qualify."

Christine looked away from her son. She was blushing as 
she said, "Michael you don’t have to butter me up. I’ll 
go if you really want me too, but nobody’s going to 
believe your dating an old lady like me."

Michael was a little miffed at his mom for being so 
negative. "Your not an old lady," he said with 
conviction.

"I’m twenty years older than you," she objected.

"Yeah," Michael said as he cupped his mother’s chin in 
his hand and turned her head to look at him. "But you 
look less than ten."

Christine saw the sincerity in her son’s eyes. She 
began to feel those stirrings she had abandoned 
earlier. Her son’s proximity suddenly seemed more 
intimate. Her heart was beating faster. She swallowed 
and said, "Okay, I’ll go with you."

Christine felt embarrassed as she waited in line 
outside The Blaze. Despite what Michael had told her, 
she still felt like an old woman next to all these 
twenty-somethings. She also felt awkwardly overdressed. 
All the girls in line were wearing mini-skirts and 
halter-tops or variations of them. Christine, on the 
other hand, was wearing a tight black dress that showed 
off her cleavage.

Michael was having a hard time keeping his eyes above 
his mother’s neck when they spoke. Unlike Christine, 
Michael thought that she blended in perfectly with the 
crowd. Sure her dress was a little more formal than the 
norm, but that only made her stand out. He felt honored 
that his mother would get all dressed up to go on a 
date with him. Even if it was only pretend.

When they got up to the door the bouncer held up his 
hand to stop them. "ID’s please," he said in a bored 
monotone.

Michael readily handed him his driver’s license. The 
bouncer took a cursory glance at it and handed it back 
to him. Then he held his hand out expectantly toward 
Christine. Christine was a little shocked. "You really 
need to see my license?" she asked.

The bouncer sighed, "Everybody whose twenty-five or 
younger gets carded. That’s the rule."

Christine blushed and smiled widely. She searched her 
bag for her license and then handed it over to the 
large man. The smile was still plastered on her face as 
the bouncer looked it over and said, "This isn’t your 
mother’s ID is it?"

She emitted a lilting giggle as she told him, "No it’s 
definitely mine." The bouncer frowned but let her 
through. Christine was elated. That bouncer had 
seriously mistaken her for a twenty-five-year-old. She 
leaned over and hugged her son in gratitude for taking 
her out. She was getting more ego boosts today then in 
her entire adult life.

"Hey Mike," a voice shouted above the din. It was a 
tall college boy who had been standing by the bar. He 
was clutching a beer in one hand and waving with the 
other, "Mikey, Mikey over here."

Michael led his mother over to the man who was built 
like a linebacker. "Hi Mitch," Michael said. "This is 
my...Christine. Christine this Mitch."

Mitch looked Christine over. A lascivious grin spread 
across his face as he offered Christine his hand. 
Christine took it out of politeness but blushed at the 
obvious expression on his face. "Really nice to meet 
you, Christine," Mitch said with a slight husk in his 
voice. "I haven’t seen you around before. Do you live 
off campus?"

"Um, no," said Christine, a little bewildered by the 
question. "Actually I’m from Michael’s hometown. I’m 
just visiting for the weekend."

"Too bad," said Mitch. "I’d love to show you around 
sometime. Maybe you could tear yourself away from Mikey 
here long enough for me to show you around. I know all 
the hot spots." Mitch wasn’t even trying to conceal the 
fact that he was staring down Christine’s dress.

"Actually Mitch," Michael interjected, "we’re going to 
be pretty busy all weekend. Maybe some other time." 
Michael led his mother away as quickly as possible. 
"I’m sorry Mom," he said when they were out of earshot. 
"Mitch can be a real pig sometimes."

"He certainly can," Christine said feigning 
indignation. In actuality she felt elated by Mitch’s 
behavior. Being the object of such raw unfiltered lust 
made her feel sexy. It had been a long time since 
someone made her feel that way. For the first time in 
years Christine felt young. Her carefree exuberant 
nature was being released from its long hibernation.

The rest of the night was a blur for Christine. It was 
filled with laughter, dancing and drinking. Michael 
introduced her as his date to everyone he knew. 
Christine was playing along so well she almost forgot 
the truth. When she danced with Michael she rubbed her 
body against his and touched him in some very intimate 
places.

Michael was encouraged by his mother’s behavior and 
responded in kind. Soon they were walking around with 
their arms around each other’s waist. People were 
telling Michael how lucky he was and Christine was 
getting dirty looks from all the girls who were jealous 
of her looks. Christine was euphoric. As they danced 
the last dance of the evening Christine reached up and 
kissed her son on the lips.

That brought Christine and Michael to their senses. 
They were suddenly aware that they were mother and son. 
They realized that they had taken the game too far. It 
was time to back off and settle into familiar roles. 
Neither of them spoke, but they both knew the night was 
over.

The car ride to Michael’s apartment was achingly 
silent. They both had a thousand things they wanted to 
say, but neither could muster the courage. Christine 
felt that she had violated her son. She had taken 
advantage of his generosity and kindness. Michael felt 
that he had pushed his mother into her actions. He 
presumed that she felt some obligation towards him for 
treating her like a girlfriend instead of a mother.

They reached home without a word and quickly separated. 
Christine took a shower while Michael prepared the 
couch for sleep. The hot water sobered Christine up 
some, but she was still tipsy. When she got out of the 
shower she found Michael sitting on the couch and 
watching TV. She debated fro an instant whether to 
speak to her son or not. She decided that they needed 
to have a conversation as soon as possible. In her 
haste she forgot that she was wearing only a towel.

Michael had noticed his mother the instant she opened 
the bathroom door. He affected not to notice her in 
hopes that they could sweep this incident under the 
rug. When he saw Christine coming towards him he was 
both horrified and titillated. The sight of his 
mother’s damp semi-nude body would have aroused a dead 
man. Michael shifted position to conceal his boner.

Christine sat down on the couch next to her son. 
"Michael, we have to talk."

Michael shut off the television and put the remote on 
the table. He looked at his mother and tried very hard 
not to let his eyes wander over her magnificent body. 
He folded his hands in his lap to conceal the hard-on 
that seemed to be growing by the second. He felt it was 
going to burst through his jeans.

"Michael," Christine began, "what happened tonight 
was... well, it shouldn’t have happened. I didn’t mean 
for things to get so carried away. I just... you made 
me feel so good, about myself. I didn’t know what I was 
doing. With all the compliments and the alcohol my head 
was swimming. I love you so much and you made me feel 
so good. I didn’t mean to hurt you."

Michael’s head jerked back as if he’d been slapped, 
"Hurt me?" Michael looked at his mother and realized 
she was serious. "Mom, you didn’t hurt me. In fact, I 
thought it was the other way around. I thought you 
kissed me because you felt obligated. Like maybe I had 
goaded you into it when you really didn’t want to."

"How would you have goaded me into it?" Christine asked 
with genuine surprise.  

"I don’t know," Michael shook his head in frustration. 
"I thought I made you feel obligated... to act in a 
certain way. I insisted that we pretend not to be 
mother and son and I introduced you around like you 
were my girlfriend. I thought maybe you kissed me to 
keep up appearances."

Christine laughed, "Oh Michael, that had nothing to do 
with it. I kissed you because of how you made me feel. 
You made me feel sexy and young again. I got so caught 
up in the emotion that I just reacted without thinking. 
I know it’s hard to understand, but I’ve just been 
feeling like an old bag lately. It felt so good to be 
treated like I was beautiful."

"But you are beautiful Mom," Michael objected. "You’re 
gorgeous. The most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen at 
least."

Christine shook her head, "You’re just saying that."

Michael held his mother’s face in his hands and looked 
into her eyes. "I’m not just saying that." His voice 
dropped to a whisper, "You’re gorgeous... and sexy... 
and... perfect."

Michael’s eyes darkened with lust. Without warning he 
leaned down and kissed Christine on the lips. Christine 
was too shocked to react. She sat there limply. She put 
her hands on Michael’s wrists with the intention of 
pulling him away. But as the passionate kiss continued 
unabated, Christine gave into her baser nature. She 
responded in kind to her son’s lustful lip-lock.

The kiss seemed to last for eternity. They finally 
broke apart and looked at each other. Animal lust was 
reflected in both their eyes. Michael looked down at 
his mother’s body. Christine’s towel had fallen off 
while they made out. The sight of his mother’s naked 
body, still glistening with moisture, caused Michael to 
become instantly erect.

His hands moved from Christine’s face down her neck and 
shoulders and came to a rest on her massive breasts. 
Michael held them and traced the dark pink aureoles 
with his fingertips. Her nipples grew stiff and he 
tweaked between his thumbs and forefingers. Michael’s 
mouth dove for his mother’s breast as if pulled by a 
magnet. He suckled her left breast while massaging her 
right.

Christine threw her arms around Michael’s neck and drew 
him closer. "Oh yes," she moaned. "Ohhh, it's so good. 
Uh, oh, mm baby. Make me feel good."

Michael switched breasts and renewed his oral assault. 
With his free hand he rubbed Christine’s thighs, slowly 
spreading them. Christine leaned back and closed her 
eyes. She focused on the gentle suckling and fondling 
her son was providing. Her brain was still addled with 
booze and her normal inhibitions were long gone. She 
knew she was going to fuck Michael. 

Michael played with his mother’s nipples. He used his 
lips, tongue and teeth to tease and manipulate the. His 
steel hard cock was pressed painfully against the 
material of his jeans. He reached down to unzip his 
crotch and release his monster. Christine gasped at the 
sight of her son’s immense manhood. She’d never seen a 
penis as large as Michael’s.

Christine reached out and grasped her son’s mighty 
cock. Her fingers couldn’t get around it. Michael 
continued to play with her breasts as Christine stroked 
his cock. She put her other hand on it and began to 
jack him off. Christine pumped her son’s cock with both 
fists. She could feel his pre-cum dripping onto her 
thighs.

Michael groaned, "Oh God Mom, you got to stop!"

Christine paused in mid-stroke, "Why? Don’t you like 
it?"

"Of course I do," Michael said, desperately trying to 
keep his balls from expelling their load. "That’s why 
you have to stop... don’t want to come too soon."

Christine flashed an impish grin and renewed her hand 
job. Her hands worked furiously along her son’s swollen 
prick. Michael moaned in ecstasy. His whole body 
quivered with pleasure. He felt his balls tighten and 
yelled, "I’m CUMMING!!"

Jets of semen spewed forth from Michael’s cock. They 
blasted against Christine’s stomach and breasts. Spurt 
after spurt landed on her torso until she was covered 
in a white gooey mess. Michael’s cock finished 
ejaculating. It grew soft, but didn’t go down 
completely. Michael looked down at his mother who was 
now covered in his spunk. "That was naughty," he said 
as he cleaned her up with the towel. "Now I have to be 
naughty."

Michael gripped his mother’s butt-cheeks and pulled her 
down until she was lying on the couch. He took hold of 
her thighs and spread her legs. He got down on his 
knees and put his face above her pussy. Christine’s 
bush still had droplets of water clinging to it. 
Michael kissed her cunt lips and lapped them up. 
Christine gasped as his tongue drew along her slit.

Michael worked his tongue into his mother’s honey-hole. 
He worked his tongue back and forth, up and down; side 
to side and in a circle. Christine was in heaven. Her 
hands were on her breasts and she arched her back with 
every jolt of pleasure. She could feel the tingle in 
her pussy that meant she was close. Michael’s tongue 
found her clit and he began to tease it. It was too 
much for Christine. She came with a shrill to wake the 
dead. Her thighs clamped Michael’s head and her back 
rose off the couch.

When it was over Christine collapsed in a heap. She 
panted for breath and tweaked her nipples to keep the 
sensation going just a little longer. Michael was also 
panting. His mother had damn near suffocated him when 
she climaxed. It was worth it, though, to see her 
expression of pure joy. Michael’s cock had grown hard 
again. He positioned himself above his mother.

Michael took his cock in hand and pressed the head 
against Christine’s pussy entrance. Christine looked 
down at her son’s cock and then into his eyes. They 
both knew this is what the other wanted. Michael pushed 
his cockhead into Christine’s cunt. She moaned and put 
her hands on his shoulders. After a few seconds Michael 
pushed another inch inside his mother. He repeated this 
twice more. "Oh don’t tease baby," Christine pleaded. 
"Put it in me. Fuck me!"

Michael obliged his mother and rammed his cock to the 
root in her cunt. They both moaned as they enjoyed this 
moment of joining. Christine was filled more than she 
had ever been before and Michael found his mother’s 
twat surprisingly tight. Michael began to bang away at 
his mother’s love-channel. His hips gyrated as his cock 
pumped in and out.

Christine fucked her son back. She drove her hips 
upward to meet every thrust. She gripped his shoulders 
and held on for dear life. "Oh my GOD!" she screamed. 
"Goddamn it, Fuck ME! Fuck me! Oh you fuck so good 
baby. You’re so good to me."

Michael pounded away at his mother. The action was 
causing squishing noises to emerge from their conjoined 
genitals. Coupled with his rhythmic ball slapping and 
Christine’s encouragements, they were becoming very 
loud. Finally Michael grunted, "I’m close. I’m gonna 
COME!"

"Do it baby! Come in my pussy!" Christine shouted. 
Michael drove his cock balls-deep inside his mother. 
With a roar he shot his seed deep inside her. Christine 
milked her son’s cock. Her pussy squeezed his prick 
like a vice. Finally Christine had her own climax. Her 
hips rose off the sofa and she squealed with delight.

When it was over Michael collapsed on top of his 
mother. They held each other and basked in the 
afterglow. Michael kissed and fondled Christine. 
Christine ran her hands along her son’s body. 
Eventually Michael’s cock stirred to life again. He 
stood up and lifted Christine in his arms. He carried 
her into his bedroom and laid her down gently.

Michael got on top of her and they made out once more. 
They kissed as they ran their fingers through each 
other’s hair, now slick with sweat. Then Michael lifted 
himself up on one arm. He took hold of his cock and 
guided it to the entrance of his mother’s pussy. He 
sank easily into her depths. They fucked at a leisurely 
pace. Christine had three orgasms before her son spent 
his load. They worked themselves under the covers and 
fell asleep in each other’s arms.

When Christine woke up the next morning she hoped it 
had all been a dream. Her hopes where crushed when she 
opened her eyes and found herself staring into her 
son’s face. She couldn’t believe what she had done. She 
had fucked her own son. She had committed incest with 
the child she had birthed.

Christine left the room as quickly and quietly as she 
could. She didn’t want to face Michael. She was so 
ashamed. How could she have done that? Christine 
climbed into the shower and started to scrub herself. 
She wanted to wash away her sin. When she looked 
between her legs and saw her son’s dried semen she 
almost cried.

Michael woke to the sounds of running water. He was 
disappointed. He had wanted to start the day with a 
good morning fuck from his mom. He got out of bed and 
stretched. Oh well, he thought, if I can’t have her in 
bed I’ll just have to have her in the shower. Smiling 
wickedly Michael made his way to the bathroom.

He crept silently up to the shower curtain. He pulled 
it back just enough to spy on his mother. She was busy 
soaping up her body and didn’t notice her son peeking 
at her. Michael watched as Christine ran her hands over 
her soap-covered breasts, down her stomach and between 
her thighs. His cock grew steel hard.

Christine turned around to get her hair wet. Michael 
took the opportunity to hop in the shower and surprise 
his mother. Christine yelped in surprise when she saw 
her son. She nearly fell over as she back peddled into 
a corner. "What are you doing?!" she demanded.

"Sorry," Michael said with a sheepish grin. "I didn’t 
mean to scare you." He pressed in close to his mother. 
His massive erection was pressed firmly against her 
stomach. He leaned down to kiss her, but Christine 
pushed him away. "What’s wrong?" he asked.

"We can’t do this again, Michael," Christine said as 
she turned away from her son. Without looking at him 
she continued, "What we did last night was so very 
wrong on so many levels. I should have never let it 
happen. I was drunk but that’s no excuse. I’m your 
mother and I take full responsibility. We have to put 
this incident behind us and forget it ever happened."

Michael couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He had 
just lived out the biggest sexual fantasy of his life 
and she wanted to pretend it didn’t happen? It was 
insulting. He had thought last night was a turning 
point in their relationship. It certainly had been for 
him. His mother was acting like it had been just some 
random one-night stand.

Michael wasn’t willing to let things return to the 
status quo. He was going to have his mother whether she 
wanted it or not. Without warning he grabbed Christine 
by the arms and pulled her towards him. He smashed his 
lips against her mouth. The kiss was painful and 
aggressive. Then Michael pushed Christine against the 
shower wall. "Michael stop! Please don’t do this," 
Christine pleaded.

Michael grabbed her under the arms and lifted her 
bodily of the floor. He aimed his cock at her pussy and 
rammed it inside her. Christine squealed in pain, fear, 
and a little excitement. Michael held her there with 
his tool buried to the hilt inside her cunt, which was 
rapidly growing moist. He looked into her eyes and 
kissed her again. This time he was tender and caring.

Michael twitched his cock inside Christine, sending 
shivers of pleasure through her body. "Are you sure, 
Mom?" He twitched his cock again. "Do you really think 
we should stop?" Another twitch and he said, "Should I 
just pull out and leave you alone?"

Christine was now panting. She had begun squeezing her 
pussy muscles in response to Michael’s jerking penis. 
She gripped her son’s shoulders and returned his kiss. 
"Shut up and fuck me you bastard."

Michael pounded away at his mother. His hips moved 
rapidly as his cock worked like a piston. All Christine 
could do was hold on and enjoy the ride. Soon her son 
brought her to orgasm. She bellowed and gripped his 
hips with her legs. Michael responded with his own 
climax, shoving his cock all the way to her cervix and 
pumping her womb full of sperm.

Afterward the two of them cleaned each other up. They 
got out of the shower and got dressed. Christine told 
Michael that they had to talk. She led him to the couch 
and they both sat down. An awkward silence pervaded the 
room for several minutes.

Finally Christine began, "Michael you have to realize 
that we can’t keep this up. It’s immoral, not to 
mention illegal. If we get caught we’ll end up in jail 
or a loony bin."

"We won’t get caught," Michael protested. "Nobody here 
knows that you’re my mother. Nobody will suspect 
anything. I don’t care about morality or laws. I love 
you, not just as a mother but also as a lover. I can’t 
just turn those feelings off. I know you feel the same 
way."

Christine held her son’s hand, "Yes, I do feel the same 
way. I wish we could be together," she began to tear 
up, "but it just can’t happen Michael. Nobody can keep 
a secret forever. No matter how much we try to hide, 
somebody will find out. They won’t let us be together."

"Don’t cry," he said as he held her and kissed her 
cheeks. "We can be together. I know there are risks. 
There are always risks in love, Christine. I’ll do 
anything to be with you. I love you too much to let you 
go. I’m willing to risk everything, are you?"

Christine looked into her son’s eyes and said without 
hesitation, "Yes, I’ll risk anything." They kissed. 
Their tongues played in each other’s mouths. Michael 
lifted his mother in his arms. He carried her into the 
bedroom. They spent the rest of the day making love.

It was the beginning of a new chapter in the 
relationship between Christine and her son. They were 
now illicit lovers. Every weekend Christine would drive 
down to Michael’s apartment and they would spend the 
next two days in bed. On the few occasions when they 
went out Michael introduced Christine as his 
girlfriend. No one ever suspected the blood connection 
between the two.

Christine’s husband was equally clueless about the love 
affair between his wife and son. Bob had become an 
absentee spouse long ago. Christine suspected he was 
having an affair of his own, but she didn’t give a 
shit. Bob was now nothing more than a convenient source 
of revenue. She had found true love with her son. 

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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