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An Accident, The Internet, A Hotel
by jtmalone70 (jtmalone70@yahoo.com)

***

A mother and son come together - unexpectantly. (MF, 
inc, cyber)

***

Author’s Note: Although I’m not a great fan of purely 
erotic stories, I wrote this merely as an experiment, 
trying to delve into the psychology of this particular 
theme. It is not a true story and in no way reflects my 
thoughts on the subject.

***

It happened on a weekend, when I went to visit my son 
Mark at college. He lived a little less than an hour 
away, not making it unusual for me to spend the night 
there, rather than drive home. Sometimes I’d visit for 
the day and other times to spend an evening, depending 
on our respective schedules. But regardless what we did 
or for how long, I was there simply to visit him.

We had a wonderful relationship, and he was never a 
source of worry or problematic, when he lived at home. 
And when he moved away, it broke my heart. 

My weekend visits were also a way for me to share in 
his college experience. In a sense, I suppose I was 
living vicariously through him, albeit more directly. 
When I was eighteen, I became pregnant with him, my 
first child, and didn’t graduate from college until I 
was twenty-six years old. During that time, I brought 
three more children into the world with my husband and 
that necessitated me spending the lion’s share of time 
caring for them. 

I took classes when I could here and there, but what I 
missed out on was the social life of a college student. 
While my peers were out dancing and going to parties, I 
was at home changing diapers. Not that I felt somehow 
cheated out of my rightful due, rather visiting Mark 
afforded me the opportunity to occasionally sample the 
lifestyle I never had the chance to partake in.

Sometimes we’d catch a movie, maybe go out to dinner 
and stop by a nearby bar for some dancing, and other 
times we’d go someplace quiet and talk, catching up and 
exchanging stories from school and home. Maybe it was 
bowling, Frisbee golf, or going for a bike ride. We 
rarely made definite plans, preferring to go along with 
wherever the time and mood took us. 

It was the weekend before the start of spring break of 
his sophomore year. His dad and I had plans for 
Saturday, so I drove up to visit Mark Friday evening 
with the intent on spending the night and driving home 
in the morning. 

He had just turned 21 years old and, standing at a 
solid six feet, towered over me by a good seven inches. 
He was built like his dad: large and strong and with 
the same jovial demeanor and ever-present smile on his 
face. All mothers like to say it, and I’m no different, 
but Mark was a very handsome young man. He had a 
serious girlfriend named Beth, and I don’t think there 
was a doubt in anyone’s mind that they would probably 
wed one day. 

When I did go to visit him, sometimes I stayed in his 
room in the resident hall, although at times it could 
be quite noisy there long into the night on the 
weekends. So there were occasions when I’d get a hotel 
room, in order to get a solid night of sleep. On this 
particular weekend, I stayed with Mark in his room. 

Something else I should mention is that I have a 
tendency to move around quite a bit in my sleep. More 
than a few times, I’d toss and turn so much, that I’d 
roll right out of bed and onto the floor with a heavy 
thump, usually bonking my head. At home, my husband and 
I had our bed against a wall. I’d sleep on the inside, 
while he slept on the outside, thus preventing me from 
rolling out. 

When I stayed with Mark, he did likewise, sleeping next 
to me in his small dorm room bed. Even though he never 
said as much, I knew he didn’t like it. He was a big 
fella after all, and with two of us in his tiny bed, 
and compound on that my incessant movement during the 
night, he probably didn’t get much sleep. 

And so it was on that Friday night, after we had 
returned to his room from an evening of dancing at the 
bars, that we crawled into bed and went to sleep. Very 
early, in the wee hours of the morning, I awoke briefly 
and rolled over, facing Mark. When I did so, my hand 
inadvertently landed on his groin. And in that moment 
of semi-consciousness, I realized he had an erection 
under his shorts. Of course, in that state of mind, it 
didn’t quite click as to whom it was sleeping next to 
me. 

At home in bed with my husband, there had been numerous 
times over the years that something very similar had 
happened. I snuggled up closer to Mark, still unaware 
it was him, and slipped my hand under the waistband of 
his shorts, wrapping my fingers around him. I remember 
smiling to myself and began slowly stroking him, still 
lying there with my eyes closed and my mind half 
asleep. I felt his chest rise and he began to stir ever 
so slightly. Sensing he was enjoying the sensations I 
was giving him, I carefully pushed his shorts down with 
my hand, and resumed stroking him. 

He was long and very rigid, very warm. I suppose in my 
mind, I thought I was at home with my husband. So when 
Mark put his hands on mine, still firmly wrapped around 
his cock, I simply allowed him to do as he wished. With 
both his hands on mine, he began gently thrusting his 
hips, driving his cock through my fingers. And after 
another minute or so, he groaned and I felt his cock 
swell and begin spurting. After he came, I remember 
smiling in my state of semi-sleep, and running my hand 
all over his chest. Then I drifted off into 
unconsciousness. 

I’m not sure how much time had passed, but the next 
thing I recall, I was lying on my back and felt an 
intense tingling between my legs. I moaned softly and 
spread my knees, probably thinking it was a wonderful 
wet dream. Then I felt something enter me. My mind was 
still in a haze, and I spread my knees further and 
reached down between my legs. 

To my surprise, I felt a hand already there, two 
fingers massaging deep inside me. It didn’t even dawn 
on me to wonder who was doing this. It felt so good, 
that I didn’t even care. When my orgasm struck, I 
whimpered and snapped my legs tightly around the hand 
giving me so much pleasure. And then I drifted once 
more into sleepy oblivion. 

When I awoke, Mark was sleeping soundly next to me. I 
slowly sat up, wiping the sleep from my eyes, and 
looked around. The sun was already shining brightly 
through the window. I looked over at the clock on his 
desk and, when I saw the time, I jumped out of bed. It 
was nearly 10am and I was supposed to be home by 11am. 
Mark sat up, still groggy, and watched me search for my 
clothes. I still had on my blouse, though it was 
completely unbuttoned and hanging open. The straps of 
my bra were also hanging down my shoulders, allowing my 
breasts to jiggle loosely in the cups. 

"Where’s my panties?" I asked, frantically searching 
around on the floor. I was in such a hurry that I 
pushed aside any pause to consider why I wasn’t wearing 
them. And I didn’t care that my own son was watching me 
nude from the waist down. 

He made a tentative movement to look around on the bed, 
but I found them on the floor and quickly stepped into 
them. 

"Your shorts are over there," he said softly, pointing 
to the door to his room. "Ok, thanks," I replied, 
hastily buttoning my blouse, and then walked over to 
retrieve my shorts. I slipped them up my legs, and then 
went back to his bed and sat down, pulling on my shoes. 
Mark lay there leaning on one elbow watching me. 

When my shoes were on, I stepped over to his mirror and 
quickly checked my hair. Then I grabbed my purse off 
his desk and shot for the door. Just as I opened it, I 
turned around. He was staring at me with a slightly 
confused smile on his face. I grinned briefly, and then 
closed his door and walked back over to him. Leaning 
down, I gave him a quick peck on the forehead, told him 
I loved him, and that I’d see him in a few days, when 
he came home for spring break. 

It wasn’t until I was at last driving home that I had 
time to take in everything that had happened. It all 
started to slowly come back to me. At first I wondered 
about not having my panties on, and that led to trying 
to recall what had transpired during the night. I was 
sitting at a red light when suddenly I thought, "Oh 
God! Did he fuck me?!" 

With no other cars around, I quickly turned into a gas 
station and jumped out of the car, dashing for the 
restroom. Inside, I locked the door behind me and 
unzipped my shorts. My hands were trembling with fear, 
as I pushed down my panties. I used my fingers to 
gingerly spread myself open, hoping I wouldn’t find any 
sign that we’d had intercourse during the night; that 
is, there wouldn’t be any semen. I felt around on the 
outside, and carefully slipped a finger into myself. I 
sighed in relief, when it came out with nothing 
clinging to it. Then I quickly dressed and resumed the 
drive home. 

For the next forty-five minutes, I thought about what 
we had done. It all seemed like a dream, but a very 
real and vivid one. For my part, if I can plead any 
kind of defense, I had no idea where I was or what I 
was doing. Did Mark? That’s what I wondered. Did he 
remove my panties or did I? In that state of mind, I 
very well could have done it. 

There’d been more than a few times when my husband and 
I had sex during the night and, come morning, I didn’t 
recall much of it. My bedtime clothes would be 
scattered on the floor of our bedroom, but I didn’t 
recall taking them off, though I know I must have. I 
told myself it would be ok. It wasn’t like we had sex. 
It was merely a momentary lapse in judgment when both 
of our capacities for rational thought weren’t 
functioning at their fullest. 

I began to wonder what Mark was thinking about all of 
this. Was he mad? No, I thought, he couldn’t be. He 
must have known what he was doing, when he had his 
fingers inside me. And, God, was that an intense 
orgasm. The more I thought about it, the less it 
bothered me; the more I came to accept it. And by the 
time I arrived home, I was actually trying to relive 
some of it in my mind; trying to recall the intense 
pleasure I had felt, both in giving and receiving. 

The next day, around noon, the phone rang and my 
husband answered it. I came out of my office to the 
living room where he sat. He was talking to Mark. I sat 
on the steps next to the couch and listened, and when 
my husband saw me, he smiled, as he talked with our 
son. 

"Ok," he said. "No problem. See ya later. Bye."

"That Mark?" I asked.

My husband hung up the phone and nodded. "Said he’s 
gonna stay at school over break. Everyone is going 
somewhere at his job, so he told his boss he’d stick 
around to help pick up the slack for the week." 

He went back to reading his book, while I sat there 
wringing my hands. 

"That all he said?" I asked, trying to hide my 
nervousness. 

He turned a page and nodded. "Yep," he replied.

I slowly stood and walked back to my little office. 
Inside, I closed the door behind me and looked at the 
phone on my desk. I walked over and picked it up, 
quietly dialing Mark’s number. Then he answered.

"Hello?"

I gripped the phone with both hands and tried to sound 
normal.

"Hey..." I said softly. 

"Oh, hey. I just talked to dad. He tell ya? I’m gonna 
stay here for the week, since we’re gonna be 
shorthanded."

My mouth was dry and I went to speak, but only coughed.

Mark chuckled. "You ok?" 

"Yeah," I said. 

"So... You’re just gonna work then?" 

"Well, it’d be nice to have the extra money," he 
replied. 

I wrapped my hand around the cord. "And you’re... 
you’re ok, though?" I asked hesitantly. 

"Yeah, I’m fine." 

"You’re not mad?" 

"Why would I be mad?" he said with a light laugh. 

I closed my eyes and sighed in relief. "Alright," I 
said. "I guess I’ll talk to you later. Bye. I love 
you." 

"I love you, too... and hey, I’m not mad... about 
anything." 

My heart nearly stopped, when he said that. "O-ok," I 
stuttered and hung up. 

I pushed the phone across my desk and sat down heavily 
in my chair, not knowing what to think of that 
conversation. 

Tuesday morning, I was online chatting with a friend 
via instant messenger. No sooner had he left, than Mark 
came on. I don’t know why, but my heart suddenly 
started racing. Just as I was sending him a message, 
one from him popped up on my screen. 


"Hey what’s up?"

"Was just chatting with a fella. How’re you?"

"Fine," he replied.

And then I froze. I didn’t know what to say. Even 
though we weren’t exactly face-to-face, it did feel a 
bit awkward. I tried to think of something to say.

"And how is work?"

"Just fine," he said. 

"Well, that’s good."

I can’t say for sure, but he seemed to be having the 
same sense of unease, as myself. Typically, when we 
talked online together, it was fast-paced. The only 
time it slowed down was when something distracted us on 
our respective side of the keyboard. But it was 
becoming obvious that something was different now. 

"Who were you talking to?" he asked. 

"Oh, no one really. Just a guy I met online a few 
months ago." 

"Having net sex with him? Lol." 

I chuckled. The truth is, yeah, I sort of wanted to. He 
lives on the other side of the country, but I’m 
certainly not the type to go fooling around behind my 
husband’s back. God, no! I suppose I looked at it as 
merely a bit of harmless fun. But to be honest, yeah, 
sometimes I get bored, like anyone else, and, well, I 
masturbate just to pass the time. 

"That would be none of your business, pal!" I replied, 
but perhaps as an unconscious tease, added, "And so 
what, if I was? Jealous or something? :P" 

There was a brief pause, and then Mark replied, "I 
don’t know! Should I be?? :D"

I smirked. That was a good question. In a way, yes, I 
wanted him to be a little jealous. 

"He just wanted to see what I was wearing, that’s all. 
No biggie." 

There was a pause, and then Mark replied, "You showed 
him on your webcam?"

"Yeah, of course. How else would he see me?"

Mark paused, and started typing. 

"What did you show him? Just curious."

My heart began racing again and I replied, "Wanna see?"

"Sure"

I turned my webcam on and, with a shaking hand, reached 
up and angled the camera atop my monitor downward. Mark 
could now see me. I glanced up at the black eye of the 
camera and tried to smile, giving him a quick wave.

"Hi there!" he typed. 

I chuckled. "Hi there, back at ya, mister!"

I took a deep breath and waited. Then he began typing. 

"That’s it?" he asked. "You just showed him this?"

I fidgeted in my chair, replying, "Well... yeah, 
sorta."

"Sorta?"

"I sorta showed him more. It was just some harmless 
fun, is all. Nothing major."

"Ohhhhh ok. If you say so!!" he said. 

Now my hands were visibly shaking, making it difficult 
to type. 

"Um... wanna see?" I asked. But then I paused, just 
before hitting the send button. This was it. I’d be 
making a step in that certain direction. And what if I 
was wrong about all of this? What if Mark wanted to 
forget what happened the previous weekend? Just as 
important, and perhaps more so, was why couldn’t I get 
it out of my head? Why did I keep dwelling on it, 
replaying it in my mind? Before I could put too much 
thought into it, I clicked on the send button.

I waited for what seemed like forever, but was probably 
only a few seconds. 

"sure" came his terse reply. 

I swallowed and took a deep breath, pushing my chair 
back from the desk. I reached up and angled the camera 
more to take in a shot of my entire torso. I smiled 
nervously at the black eye staring back at me, but 
quickly looked away. It wasn’t just a random viewer 
watching me. It was my son. That black lens was his 
eyes looking directly at me; looking at my body.

Still nervously shaking, my hands went to the hem of my 
sweatshirt and pulled it over my head in one quick 
movement. I dropped it to the side on the floor and sat 
back in my chair, placing my hands in my lap, sitting 
there in my white bra facing the monitor, trying to 
avoid eye contact with the camera. My chest rose 
sharply as I breathed, knowing Mark was taking me in. 
After about a minute of silence, he began typing again. 

"That seems harmless."

I grinned and leaned forward to the keyboard.

"Told ya!" I replied, and then quickly sat back.

"You shown other guys this?" he asked.

I leaned forward again. "Um... Yeah, a few."


"This is all you show them?"

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, as I typed 
an answer.

"No," I said, typing slowly. "Sometimes I show them 
more. Not always, but sometimes. Depends on my mood."

Another brief pause, and Mark asked what else I showed 
them. This time, I didn’t hesitate. I knew if I did, I 
wouldn’t follow through on it. I pushed away from the 
desk and, without looking at the camera, reached back 
behind me and unclasped my bra, letting it fall from my 
shoulders. I pulled it off my arms and dropped it to 
the floor with my shirt. Then I sat back, placing my 
hands on the arms of the chair, staring back at the 
monitor. 

Mark didn’t say anything for a long time. I built up my 
courage, and then slowly brought one hand up to my 
breast and began caressing it. The flickering ember 
that had been lit earlier during my previous 
conversation with my friend was now being rekindled. 

I made myself forget who it was watching me and took my 
other hand and placed it at the top of my shorts. Then 
I slowly pushed it under the waistband. When my fingers 
made contact with my vagina, my jaw dropped slightly 
and I sighed, closing my eyes. I didn’t care who it was 
now on the other side of the keyboard. 

I began gently massaging my clit, while simultaneously 
caressing my erect nipple. And very soon, I let my head 
fall back and lost myself in the brief moment of self-
pleasure. 

When I felt the first twinge of an orgasm approaching, 
I suddenly remembered Mark. I quickly lifted my head to 
see if he had sent me a message. Nothing new was on the 
screen and I feared he might have left. I leaned 
forward and began typing. 

"Still there?" I asked.

I waited for a reply, and when it finally arrived, I 
sighed in relief.

"Yes," he said.

I pushed one hand back down my shorts and very 
awkwardly typed with the other. 

"You hard?" I asked. 

"Yes," came a quick reply. 

"Want me to take off my shorts?" 

There was a pause, and then he said yes. I pushed my 
chair back and stood up. Were it any other guy, I would 
have taken my time doing this in order to be a tease, 
but instead I hurriedly pushed them down my legs, 
panties included. When they were pooled around my 
ankles, I stepped out of them and kicked them off to 
the side. Then I sat down in my chair, spreading my 
legs and pushing my ass forward a bit so he could see 
better. 

Now my body had gone into autopilot. It wasn’t Mark, my 
son, any longer, but simply another guy on the 
Internet. I leaned forward to the keyboard, asking what 
he thought. "Nice," he replied, followed up rapidly 
with, "Very sexy". A devilish grin grew across my face 
and I leaned back, pushing my knees apart and lewdly 
playing with my vagina, working my way back to where my 
orgasm had left off. 

After a few minutes, just on the brink of erupting, I 
shot back to the keyboard and asked if he was still 
hard. He said he was and I asked how hard? "VERY" he 
replied. I glanced up at the camera and smiled, then 
asked if he was going to cum soon. "YES!" he said. 

"Me too," I typed. Then I leaned back and brought 
myself to orgasm, writhing in my chair, groaning loudly 
and holding my legs up high and far apart. And as it 
slowly ebbed, I did as I always had when I performed 
this same act with someone online, and licked my 
fingers clean, occasionally pausing to gently pinch my 
nipples and pull outward on them. 

When I had finally caught my breath, I smiled up at the 
camera and winked, wiping a hand over my brow. I pulled 
my chair back to the keyboard and asked if he had cum. 

"hell yes!!!" came his speedy reply. 

I laughed, typing back, "That was fun!" 

He started typing, but then I realized it was going to 
become awkward again, if I didn’t do something. 

"I better go get cleaned up," I said. "You gonna be 
around tomorrow?"

"Fuck I came hard!!!" he said in his message. Then he 
quickly replied to mine, asking what time I would be 
online the next day. I wrote back saying probably the 
same time, and he said that would work for him, too. 

"See ya then!" I said, waving to the camera. 

"Bye!"

Then I blew him a kiss and logged out. 

God, I couldn’t believe I’d just masturbated with my 
son. Then I chuckled and shook my head, thinking it 
wasn’t exactly the first time for that. But I also felt 
a sense of relief. It wasn’t so bad, what we did. It 
wasn’t as though we didn’t know what we were doing this 
time. In fact, in a way, it almost made me feel a 
little closer to him, as though our relationship had 
expanded. Not so much changed, as it was more modified. 
I almost felt elated. 

The next morning, I rushed around the bedroom, trying 
to find something a bit sexier to wear for him. I found 
a lacey push-up bra and a pair of pink thongs with only 
a tiny triangular patch of fabric covering my vagina. 
Over this I wore my usual shorts and t-shirt, and then 
headed down to my office in the house. 

I had my camera on, while I waited for him, and then he 
arrived. My heart began racing and my knees wobbled. We 
chatted briefly, but we both knew why we were there. I 
asked if he was ready to have fun again, to which he 
replied with an enthusiastic, "Hell yes!!" 

This time, however, I was more deliberate in removing 
my clothing. I’d take off my shirt and let the image of 
my breasts, the nipples just poking up over the edge of 
the bra, get him excited. Then I had him beg me to 
remove it, as well as my shorts and panties. To be 
honest, I was just as eager to get naked as he was for 
me to do so. And when I was completely nude in my 
chair, we chatted for a few minutes. 

"Can you lick your nipples?" he asked. 

I chuckled and looked up at the camera atop my monitor, 
rolling my eyes. He laughed, but then I sat back and 
scooped up one of my breasts and tried to lean down and 
lick it. I’m only a decent B cup, so there isn’t much 
leeway for such carnal acrobatics as that, but I 
managed to get close enough. 

"That’s REALLY sexy!!" he exclaimed happily. 

I laughed, replying, "Well, either my tongue isn’t long 
enough or my boobs aren’t quite big enough for that!" 

"You have really cute boobs!" he said. 

I smirked, saying, "Oh? They’re just ‘cute’? Gee, 
thanks. :P" Then I glanced up at the camera and stuck 
out my tongue. Mark laughed once again and said he 
thought they were sexy. "That’s better," I typed with a 
chuckle. 

I let one hand drop between my legs, and then asked if 
he was getting hard. 

"Been hard for a while!!" he said. 

"Mmm," I replied. "Wish I could see that! ;)"

"Me, too."

Just then, my stomach fluttered. The words simply came 
out on their own, but now that I thought about it, I 
really wasn’t opposed to the idea. My fingers slipped 
across my wet clit, sending a gentle spark through my 
body. I closed my eyes and sighed. When I opened them, 
Mark had sent me a message.

"Is your pussy wet?"

I looked up at the camera and nodded, smiling dreamily. 
Then I brought my hand to my mouth and licked my 
fingers. 

"How’s it taste?" he asked. 

"Mmm," I replied. "Delicious!"

"You like tasting yourself?"

Once more, I looked at the camera and grinned, licking 
my fingers seductively for him.

And as I continued to play with myself, his next 
message nearly made me erupt into an orgasm.

"I’d love to taste you," he said. 

I slumped back in my chair and groaned loudly, 
spreading my legs wide. I was getting closer to orgasm 
and, in my delirium, asked if he would have rather had 
me suck him off that night, instead of using my hand?

"YESSS!!!!" he exclaimed.

Teetering on the brink of orgasm and barely capable of 
typing, I hastily replied, "I’d love to feel you cum in 
my mouth." Then, just before it struck home, I added, 
"I’d swallow for you."

That’s when my orgasm took over. I managed to have a 
moment of clarity in thought, and quickly reached for 
my mouse, clicking on the sound, allowing Mark to hear 
me in the throws of passion, as well as watch me. 

I moaned loudly, humping against both my hands, one 
fingering myself deeply while the other stimulated my 
clit. 

"Oh fuck," I cried. "...oh fuck, I’m cumming!" 

I opened my eyes just in time to see Mark say he was 
cumming, as well. I smiled and threw my head back, 
holding my legs out wide so he could get the best 
possible view. 

When my orgasm finally subsided, I sat in the chair 
with my arms hanging down to the side limp and my legs 
straight out. 

"Fuck!" came a message from him. "That was HOT!"

I managed a weak grin and tried to raise my hand to 
wave. Then I sat up and, with much effort, pulled my 
chair to the desk. Just as I started typing, Mark sent 
me a message.

"Is your pussy all red and wet?"

I chuckled and glanced up at the camera, giving him a 
wicked smile.

"Wanna see for yourself?" I asked. 

"YES" he replied eagerly. 

I stood from my chair and took a step back, and then 
reached for the camera, trying to hold it steady, as I 
brought it down. I moved my chair to the side and put 
one leg on the seat, slowly bringing the camera down 
and angling it up so he could get a good view between 
my legs. With my free hand, I spread myself open for 
him. 

"Fuck, that is sexy as hell."

With the camera still down there, I slipped my index 
finger inside me and held myself open for him. 

"Shit that is smoking hot," he said. 

I carefully raised the camera, setting it atop the 
monitor, and then looked directly at it and smiled, 
sticking my index finger in my mouth and swirling my 
tongue around it. Then, once again without any 
forethought, I typed, "Bet you wish that was your hot 
cock inside me, huh?" I hit send, and then remembered 
to whom I had said that. 

"...oh damn..." I mumbled. 

To my relief, Mark only winked in reply. Still, I felt 
like perhaps I’d gone a bit too far in saying that in 
our little online game. After all, to me, that’s what 
this was: nothing more than a silly role-playing 
excursion. However, in saying that, I added a bit more 
realism, and perhaps even sincerity, to it. 

We chatted for a few more minutes, though it was rather 
cute when he asked me not to put my clothes back on so 
soon afterwards. God, I felt like a high school girl 
all over again. I bit my finger and giggled and asked 
him why? 

"Cuz you look sexy like that!" he said. 

"Ya think so?" I asked coyly. 

"Hell yes!"

"Alright," I replied. "Maybe I’ll sit here in the buff 
for ya. How’d that suit ya?" 

"Just great!" he said. 

So we talked for a short time, and once in a while, I’d 
let one of my hands slide across my breast, pausing for 
a moment to pull on the nipple, keeping it nice and 
erect for my audience of one. 

Before our little session of erotic fun ended, he once 
again complimented me on my looks. I couldn’t help but 
blush and thanked him. 

Later while I was taking a shower, I had an idea. I got 
out and dried off, and went down to find our digital 
camera. Every now and then, I’d take a few pictures for 
my husband and send them to him at work; just a little 
something to brighten his day. Sometimes I was naked or 
partially so, and other times they would merely be 
pictures of me clothed around the house. I decided to 
send Mark a few. 

I had a closet full of different types of lingerie, so 
I took pictures of me in several of them, also in 
various stages of undress. After I had filled up the 
camera, I took it down to my office and uploaded them 
to my computer, and then emailed a few to him. A couple 
hours later, while checking my mail, I got a reply from 
Mark about my pictures. 

"What a sexy redheaded babe! :D"

I giggled and blushed, and then sent him a few more and 
said thanks for the nice compliment. 

For about the next two weeks, we’d make it a habit of 
meeting online at certain times of the day to have fun. 
And our conversations grew progressively more explicit, 
until we were finally talking about what we wanted to 
do with the other person. But it almost always reached 
its crescendo once we hit orgasm. After that, it 
petered out quite a bit. That sort of became the 
unwritten rule of our game: leading up to and during 
orgasm, you could say whatever you like, but 
afterwards, we toned it down a lot more; things went 
back to normal. And it got to the point where, in a 
way, as odd as it may seem, I really didn’t think of it 
as my son on the other end, but just this really sexy 
guy I knew. And another strange benefit was that it 
made me much more sexually aroused by the time my 
husband got home from work. 

I already had quite a libido, but doing this with Mark 
seemed to amplify it. My husband and I had a very 
active sex life, as it was, but this was like giving it 
a shot of adrenaline. There were times when I couldn’t 
wait for him to come to bed and fuck me. And there were 
also times when I didn’t wait. Once he stepped inside 
the house, I’d drag him to the bedroom and throw myself 
at him. He never complained, either. 

One day, after getting off with Mark, I was putting my 
bra back on, when he asked if I was coming for a visit 
soon. I tried to make it a habit of going at least once 
a month, and it was about that time again. 

"Sure!" I chirped happily. Then I had to think about 
it. It was one thing to play this game online with 
someone, but something else entirely to actually meet 
face-to-face. Not that I ever had or would, but my 
weekend visits were fairly routine. I enjoyed them, 
often looking forward to them, and I kept telling 
myself that I didn’t want this game to adversely affect 
our relationship. If I didn’t go, that’s what would 
happen. 

He and I would both know the reason I wasn’t coming to 
visit. And, eventually, he’d be coming home at some 
point, whether for a holiday or weekend trip of his 
own. I’d have to bite the bullet on this one. The ball 
was in my court and I’d have to act. If I wanted to 
maintain some semblance of normalcy, then I’d have to 
force it in that direction, something that at one time, 
before we started engaging in this behavior, had come 
naturally. 

The following Saturday afternoon, I drove up to Mark’s 
school. The entire way there, I was a bundle of nerves. 
How would we react upon seeing each other, given what 
we had been doing? Though it had bothered me terribly, 
from the beginning, what I had done with my own son 
nearly a month ago in his room, I also came to enjoy 
this new aspect of our relationship that had suddenly 
blossomed out of it. But it didn’t simply come to 
fruition of its own accord. 

The seed may have been inadvertently sown, but a great 
deal of conscious effort on both sides had gone into 
enriching and propagating it. Although I was scared to 
see him in person, part of me was also excited about 
it; excited about the possibilities. But I tried not to 
think on it. I just knew, the more I dwelled on it, the 
more likely I’d turn around and go home. 

So I rationalized going on the basis of maintaining our 
relationship, but deep down, I also knew I had an 
ulterior motive. To be on the safe side, however, 
before driving to his resident hall, I stopped at a 
hotel I occasionally stayed, and got myself a room for 
the night, then drove over to see Mark.

I parked on the street across from his building and 
walked inside. The entire way to his room, I felt 
light-headed and my stomach was a churning and twisting 
knot. By the time I knocked on his door, my palms were 
sweaty. When he opened the door and greeted me with a 
broad smile, I wanted to vomit. Thankfully, I didn’t, 
though it felt like a very distinct possibility. 

"Hey!" he exclaimed happily, gesturing for me to come 
in. I smiled and stepped inside, wringing my hands 
nervously and trying to look normal and happy. When he 
shut the door behind me, I whirled around. Something 
about the sound of the door shutting seemed very 
definitive, like the start of a new chapter in a book. 

Mark went to his tiny dorm room refrigerator and pulled 
out two sodas, offering me one. I took it and sat on 
the edge of his bed, while he pulled the chair out from 
his desk. I took a sip and glanced at him, smiling. He 
opened his can and grinned in reply. As he held the can 
to his mouth, my eyes drifted behind him to his desk. 

His computer sat directly behind him; the same 
instrument by which we had engaged in numerous taboo 
acts. I also knew that inside that computer were dozens 
of pictures of me nude and sexually pleasuring myself; 
pictures I had taken exclusively for him. Pictures I 
had hoped would sexually arouse him, my own son. I felt 
my face turning red and quickly looked away, letting my 
eyes roam around his room. 

"So, what’s the plan?" he asked, breaking the long 
silence. 

I rotated the can of soda between my fingers, staring 
down at it, and shrugged. "Dunno," I replied. "Guess 
it’s up to you." I brought the can to my lips and took 
a sip, glancing at him from the corner of my eye. He 
smiled, saying he was up for anything. I couldn’t bear 
another uncomfortable silence, so I asked if he wanted 
to see a movie. It was that, and then we went to dinner 
afterwards. 

Hours later, as we walked out of the restaurant, the 
sun was just now setting below the horizon. The evening 
was still young, and Mark asked if I wanted to do 
anything else. I stood next to him, with my arms folded 
on my chest and shrugged. 

"Ok," I stammered softly. 

"Wanna go play some pool?" he asked. 

I shrugged and nodded. I wasn’t very good at it, but 
enjoyed it all the same. And it would keep us busy; 
keep us moving, avoiding those awkward moments of 
silence where our minds could dwell more easily on who 
it was we were with and what kind of relationship we 
now had with that person; that is to say, a rather 
intimate one. 

We walked to a nearby bar and went inside, finding a 
pool table far in the back. Near the front of the place 
was a dance floor, quite empty given the early nature 
of the evening. But as time passed and daylight gave 
way to night, more and more college kids entered and 
soon the bar was crowded to capacity, loud and smelling 
of beer, cigarettes, and sexually charged appetites. 

Mark and I shared a single glass of beer, though I 
never really cared for the taste of that beverage. 
Still, it served to loosen me up, and very soon we were 
both laughing and enjoying each other’s company as 
usual, as though nothing had ever changed. And when the 
last ball on the table had been sunk, we set our cues 
up on the rack and made our way to front of the bar.

I tugged on Mark’s sleeve and he bent down.

"Wanna dance?" I nearly yelled in his ear, given the 
intense volume of lively chatter and music going on all 
around us. He smiled and nodded, so I grabbed him by 
the hand and pulled him through the crowd to the dance 
floor. Young men and women were moving wildly about, 
and very quickly Mark and I joined in. 

The heavy thumping of the music always had a hypnotic 
effect on me, and I soon found my mind drifting in that 
direction. Mark and I danced very closely, given that 
the dance floor was small and quite crowded. Our bodies 
rubbed against one another and, as the music carried me 
away, I became less inhibited, slithering my torso 
against him and letting my hands roam up and down his 
body. With his hands on my waist, I rotated my body 
between them, facing away from him, and ground my ass 
against his groin. 

To my delight, I thought I could feel him pressing back 
into me. Then I wiggled downward against him and he 
kept his hands in the same position, though now moving 
up my body as I descended. I stopped when he was 
cupping my breasts and grinned in the dark, putting my 
hands atop his and giving them a gentle squeeze. And 
when I arose, he kept his hands there. I once more 
rotated my body so I was facing him and placed my arms 
on his shoulders, smiling up at him. Then I put one leg 
between his and slowly started grinding down against 
it. In the darkness, I thought I could see him smiling. 

I don’t know how long we were out there dancing, but it 
seemed like quite a while. I’d never danced like that 
with him before, and it felt exhilarating to do so for 
the first time. And like those young people hopping 
around me and dancing to the music, the erotic 
atmosphere was sexually charging me. 

I reached up for Mark’s collar and pulled him down to 
my face. Merely by accident, our faces were nearly 
touching, our lips very close. We both smiled and I 
leaned in toward his ear and asked if he wanted to 
leave. He leaned back and nodded. I grinned and took 
him by the hand, making our way out of the crowded bar. 

Outside, in the cool night air, we walked back to my 
car, our arms around each other. I was feeling good, 
very good. And very sexually aroused. My mind began 
racing, thinking of the possibilities that lay before 
me now. But the clock was ticking. I had to make up my 
mind what would happen next, by the time we got to the 
car. I would either take him back to his room, dropping 
him off, or drive us back to my hotel. Once more, I was 
beginning to sweat and became a bundle of nerves. 

As we stepped into the car and shut our doors, I 
started the engine. "Where to now?" he asked. I pulled 
out onto the street and drove up to the next 
intersection. The light was red. When it turned green, 
I had to make a decision: turn right and take him to 
his room or left and back to my hotel room. My fingers 
gripped the steering wheel tightly and I glanced at 
him. Mark smiled and I grinned sheepishly in reply, 
quickly looking forward again. The light turned green. 

"So?" he asked. "Where ya wanna go next?"

The car behind us honked, bringing me back to my 
senses. I stepped on the gas and made a left hand turn. 

Neither of us spoke, as I drove to the hotel. He knew I 
stayed there sometimes and he probably knew why I was 
driving in that direction. In the back of my mind, I 
was hoping he wasn’t wondering why I was taking him 
with me. 

My room was on the first floor, the door facing out 
toward the parking lot. I parked in front of my room 
and we both exited the car in silence. Standing by the 
door, I fumbled momentarily with the key and finally 
managed to open it. As I stepped inside and set my 
wallet on the credenza, a sudden thought flashed 
through my mind: would he know to lock the door behind 
us? Or would he even do so? I didn’t want to turn 
around and look, so I quickly went to my overnight bag 
and set it upon the bed, opening it. 

Mark quietly sat down on the edge of the bed next to 
me, while I fumbled around inside my bag, doing nothing 
in particular, simply trying to keep my hands otherwise 
occupied while I tried to think of what to do next. 

Mark leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees 
and clasping his hands together, as he watched. 

"Whatcha doin’?" he asked. 

My hands began trembling, but thankfully they were 
buried inside my bag, so he couldn’t see them. 

"Gonna take a quick shower," I mumbled, my voice 
cracking. 

So now that I knew what I wanted to do next, I forced 
my hands to search for my bath items. That’s when I 
felt something against my leg. The trembling in my 
hands had now ascended to my arms. Without making it 
obvious, I glanced to the side and saw Mark’s arm 
extended. It was him. He was touching me. He slowly ran 
his hand up and down my leg. 

"This ok?" he whispered very softly. 

My eyes quickly darted back to the bag, and my head 
jerked up and down. "Mm hm," I squeaked nervously. 

I felt his hand slowly rise up the back of my leg under 
my short skirt. Higher it went until he was gently 
cupping the cheek of my ass. And when I felt his 
fingers squeeze softly, an involuntary sigh slipped 
past my lips. I quickly fished my bath stuff from the 
bag and glanced down at him. 

"I’ll be right back," I stammered, and made my way to 
the bathroom. 

Inside, I set my soap and shampoo on the bathroom 
counter and began undressing. I looked up and saw the 
door still open. Should I close it? I didn’t bother. I 
was in a hurry to get in the shower and hide. I 
unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor, and 
then pushed my panties down to join it. As I held my 
chin against my chest, watching my hands fumble with 
the buttons of my blouse, I noticed a movement behind 
me. I looked up and saw Mark’s reflection in the 
mirror. He was standing behind me in the doorway. I 
gave him a nervous grin and looked down at my hands, 
still working the buttons.

"Can I come in?" he asked. 

I could only nod. 

I felt him come up behind me and, when my blouse was 
finally loosened, he helped me take it off, laying it 
on the counter. 

"Thanks," I mumbled. Then I reached back to unclasp my 
bra, but felt Mark’s hands already there. 

"I’ll get it," he said softly. 

I dropped my hands, placing them on the counter in 
front of me, and tried not to watch his reflection in 
the mirror, as he removed my bra. He pushed the straps 
over my shoulders and it fell down my arms. When my 
breasts came into view, I saw his eyes in the mirror 
staring at them. I blushed and quickly turned and 
stepped over to the shower, reaching inside to turn on 
the water. 

Behind me, I could sense more movement, but was too 
frightened to look. I knew he was probably undressing. 
I stood there with my arms folded on my chest, waiting 
for the water to warm, but I couldn’t keep standing 
there with him behind me, so I pulled back the curtain 
and stepped inside, closing it quickly. The water was 
still a bit too cool, so I stood there holding my hands 
under the spray waiting for it to heat up. 

I looked at the curtain and could see Mark’s dark 
image. I watched as he bent over, apparently pushing 
down his jeans. Then I saw him step out of them, 
pulling them off his legs. His hands went to his waist 
and pushed his underwear down. A lump formed in my 
throat and I swallowed hard. His murky gray image was 
moving again, this time toward the shower. I stepped 
under the shower and held my head up in the water, 
nervously running my hands over my face. 

Suddenly, I felt a pair of hands on my waist. I jumped, 
still hiding my face in the water.

"Sorry," he chuckled. 

"S’ok," I replied. 

His hands began to move around to the front of my body 
and, in a quivering voice, I asked if he could hand me 
the soap. He released me and turned back to reach down 
for it on the edge of the tub. I glanced over my 
shoulder and saw him behind me, completely naked. And 
when he rose up, I quickly turned back to the water. 
Instead of handing the bar to me, Mark reached his 
hands around in front and rolled it between them under 
the water, building up a heavy lather. Then he placed 
his soapy hands on my shoulders and began washing my 
body. 

He moved across my shoulders to my neck, and I held my 
chin down, allowing him greater access. I closed my 
eyes, and felt his warm hands moving around my back, 
over my shoulder blades, down further to my waist, and 
finally to cup my ass in his hands. He started gently 
kneading my cheeks, and I felt myself begin to relax. 
And when he slipped a hand deep between my legs, 
pulling his fingers up between my cheeks, I sighed and 
pushed back against him. I was going to let him do 
whatever he liked. 

He lathered up his hands again and this time reached 
around to the front of my body. I lifted my elbows, 
allowing his hands unimpeded access. I turned my eyes 
downward and watched as he gently manipulated my 
breasts, massaging them and carefully teasing the 
nipples. God, it felt heavenly. After a few moments of 
that, he let one hand slowly drift down my body. I laid 
my head back against him, knowing full well his next 
destination. And when his fingers curled around my 
vagina, my mouth opened and I sighed loudly. 

"This ok?" he whispered in my ear.

I nodded happily, as his fingers gently slipped through 
my folds.

"How’s it feel?" he asked. 

"...wonderful..." I sighed. 

I brought one of my hands up to his on my breast and 
placed the other atop his between my legs. Together we 
manipulated my body in unison. Mark stepped closer and 
I felt something hard pushing against my ass. My heart 
fluttered. It was his cock. With his hand still between 
my legs, I used mine to carefully guide one of his 
fingers into me. When he knew what I wanted, he took 
over and slipped the long digit into my body. I 
groaned, grinding my hips down upon our hands. Then I 
felt him kissing my neck. 

I opened my eyes and carefully turned around in his 
arms. When our eyes met, I smiled and could feel my 
face turning red from embarrassment. Not only was I 
showering with my son, but I was also allowing him to 
touch my body in such a sexually explicit manner, and 
now he was kissing me. I didn’t want that. I didn’t 
want us to be that intimate. I suppose in my mind, 
kissing was going too far. It would make us lovers and 
I didn’t want to be that way with him. 

I placed my hands on his shoulders and pulled him down 
to my face. But before he could get the wrong idea, I 
craned my head around to his ear and whispered.

"No kissing, ok?"

Mark pulled back and smiled. 

"Ok," he replied. 

I wiped the water from my face and patted my hands 
against his chest. 

"Your turn," I said and stepped to the side, allowing 
him under the spray. 

As our bodies slipped past each other, his erection 
grazed my hip. He stood under the water with his back 
to me, doing as I had, running his hands over his face 
and head, soaking his dark black hair. I stepped back a 
bit and looked at his body. God, it was nice. He was 
really chiseled quite well, not wholly unlike his dad. 
I loved big beefy men like them. Mark, like his dad, 
was so much larger than me, and I adored how a body 
that size could dwarf my own, when making love. 

I placed my hands on his shoulders and began running 
them over his body. I mimicked his previous movements 
on my body, letting my hands gently explore his. Over 
and around his strong back, down to his hips and over 
his buttocks, and finally up and around to his powerful 
chest. Mark had a magnificent body. His pecs were hard 
and his arms large and strong. 

I stepped up closer behind him and pushed the small 
patch of pubic hair on my groin against his ass, gently 
rubbing up and down, making sure he could feel it. His 
hands dropped from his head and reached down for my 
waist, pulling me closer. My fingers dug into the 
muscles of his chest and I was so tempted to kiss and 
bite his back. 

Instead, I let my hands leave his chest and slowly make 
their way down. When they reached his groin, I brought 
them together and found his amazingly hard cock 
sticking straight out from his body. We both groaned, 
as one hand gripped the length of his cock and the 
other cupped his heavy testicles, cinched up into a 
tight ball. I worked my hand up and down his full 
length. In the forefront of my mind, I wanted to feel 
his powerful tool in my body; in my mouth. I wanted to 
orally pleasure him, as I did his dad. 

I loved oral sex and was equally passionate about 
having such a wonderful cock erupt in my mouth. But 
then my body wanted more. It wanted to feel this source 
of sexual pleasure elsewhere... between my legs. My 
fingers squeezed the head of his cock, and Mark moaned. 

That brought me back to my senses, and I realized we 
couldn’t have intercourse. I simply couldn’t do that 
with him. Not with my own son. It was bad enough, what 
we were doing in my hotel room together, but to allow 
him to fuck me? No. That would be going too far into 
the abyss. 

I released his body and he slowly turned to face me. I 
grinned up at him and he smiled back in reply. Then my 
hands blindly reached out for his wonderfully erect 
cock. He closed his eyes and began slowly thrusting it 
through my fingers. I looked down and had my first look 
at it. My heart skipped a beat. It was beautiful. Long 
and hard with pulsing veins and an angry, engorged 
purple head. I wrapped both hands around him and began 
tugging. Mark sighed and placed his hands on my 
breasts. As he squeezed and pulled on them, I did 
likewise to his cock. 

"God, I’m gonna cum, if you keep doing that," he 
moaned. 

He opened his eyes and looked down at me, almost 
pleadingly. I giggled nervously and stopped the 
movement of my hands. 

"You like that?" I asked. 

His eyebrows rose and he nodded. 

"God, yeah." 

"Better hurry up," I said, releasing him. "Water’s 
gonna get cold."

And very soon it did. 

Outside the shower, we both dried off. I finished 
before Mark and wrapped my towel around my torso, 
leaning back against the bathroom counter. I watched as 
he brought his towel to his head and rubbed his hair 
vigorously. My eyes drifted down to his cock. It was 
still long and hard, curving far out from his body. He 
was standing not two feet in front of me, and I reached 
out and took him in my hand. 

He paused briefly from drying his hair, as I stood 
there stroking him. Then he brought the towel down and 
dropped it to the floor, stepping closer to me. I kept 
my eyes on his cock, as he reached for my towel and 
pulled it from my body. When it was on the floor, his 
hand went between my legs and I spread my knees. He 
slipped a finger deep into me and I grit my teeth, 
clenched my fingers hard around the throbbing cock in 
my hand. 

Mark took another step closer. Another finger entered 
my body and he began twisting them around inside me. I 
grunted and felt a warm tingling sensation building 
between my legs. When his breathing came harder, I knew 
it was time to stop. I stood up and, guiding him by his 
cock, brought him out to the bed. 

We stood by the side of the bed momentarily and placed 
our hands on each other’s chests, running them all 
around. My knees began shaking and I could sense the 
same nervousness in him. I turned and climbed onto the 
bed. Mark came up behind me, as I began to crawl on all 
fours to the opposite side, and then I felt his hands 
on my hips, stopping me and pulling me back to him. I 
looked over my shoulder and he smiled. Slowly I scooted 
back and watched as he ran his hand between my legs and 
over my soaking vagina. 

I closed my eyes and purred, lowering my head and chest 
to the mattress, allowing my ass to stick straight up 
for him. His fingers continued to manipulate me and 
soon I felt them enter my body. With my eyes still 
closed, my mouth opened and I sighed. Another finger 
followed the first, and Mark started swirling them 
around inside me, taking up a rhythmic in and out 
motion. I rocked my body onto his hand, fucking it 
gently, as my mind entered a hazy fog.

Cooing softly, I felt him withdraw his fingers. 
"...more..." I whispered. I felt him moving through my 
folds, and when he found my clit, a spark shot up my 
spine. 

"...awww, yeah..." I whimpered softly.

Then I felt him enter me once more and soon I was 
rocking back against him. 

"...god, that feels so good..." I whispered hoarsely. 

That’s when I noticed something very different. 
Something had changed. I could feel both of his hands 
on my hips, but something was still inside me moving 
around, in and out. I quickly lifted my head and looked 
over my shoulder. Mark was kneeling behind me on the 
bed, his eyes closed and a wide grin on his face, as 
his hands gripped my hips. His cock was in me. My 
entire body began shaking violently. He must have 
sensed this and began thrusting into me harder, the 
sound of our heavy breathing and bodies slapping 
together filling the quiet room. 

I watched in horror, as my son and I had intercourse. 

"Oh shit!" I hissed. 

Mark heard me and held his cock deep inside, grinding 
his hips against my ass. Then he tossed his head back 
and his jaw dropped. He started pounding harder. I 
quickly turned away, my eyes open wide with shock, and 
made little more than a half-hearted attempt to crawl 
across the bed. But Mark’s hold on me was strong. I 
could feel my breasts swinging on my chest. I gasped. 
"Oh my God," I thought. "He’s fucking me! We’re 
actually fucking! It wasn’t supposed to go this far!" 
Just then, Mark’s hands went to my shoulders and he 
groaned loudly, as he pounded against me. 

"Fuck, I’m gonna cum!" he exclaimed. 

A sudden whirlwind of emotions swept over me. While one 
hand clenched the sheets tightly, the other flew 
between my legs and began frantically rubbing my clit. 
I felt like crying, but instead joined in Mark’s cries 
of passion. My body started convulsing, and then I felt 
it. He suddenly stopped thrusting, holding his cock 
deep in my body, and I felt a tremor along his length. 

He cried out, and a hot spurt shot far inside my 
vagina, followed up quickly by another and another. I 
gasped, as he ejaculated into my womb. But as much as a 
part of my mind reeled against this, my body had a will 
of its own and pushed back onto him, desperately trying 
to impale itself onto his throbbing cock. Several more 
strong spurts entered me. We were both crying out 
loudly now. 

"God!" I gasped. "Fuck me!"

I whipped my head around and looked at my son, 
clenching his teeth as he filled me with his hot seed. 

"Fuck me!" I cried again. "Cum inside me!"

Mark growled and pulled hard on my hips. I could still 
feel the tip of his cock pulsing. And then, just as 
quickly, it stopped. He released me and slumped back, 
his cock sliding out of me with a wet pop. He was 
breathing hard, as I dropped my head to the mattress, 
shaking it from side to side. 

"...oh fuck..." I sighed. 

Mark rolled over and lay on the bed. As I continued to 
kneel there on my hands and knees, trying to catch my 
breath, I felt his hand on my arm. I slowly turned my 
face to him.

"You ok?" he whispered, still breathing hard. 

I closed my eyes and turned away, nodding. He rubbed 
his fingers up and down my arm, trying to comfort me. 

God, it wasn’t supposed to have gone this far. I 
figured at most, all we’d do is lay in bed and 
masturbate, maybe helping the other. At the very most, 
I had toyed with the idea of giving him a blowjob. But 
now this? This hadn’t even been a remote possibility, 
in my mind. 

It wasn’t what I wanted. But the truth is, as I lay 
there on a bed in a dark hotel room with my son, my 
body felt amazingly good. I rose up and crawled over, 
lying down next to him and staring at the ceiling. We 
were both silent for a long time, long after our 
breathing had calmed down. Mark rolled onto his side to 
face me. He placed his hand on my arm, and I slowly 
turned my head to look at him.

"You ok?"

"Yeah," I whispered in the dark. 

I could barely make out the smile on his face.

"How was it?" he asked.

I turned my eyes back to the ceiling. "Nice," I 
replied. 

His hand moved to my chest and I felt him rolling my 
nipple between his fingers. I closed my eyes and asked 
if we could go to sleep. 

"Sure," he said, and then sat up, pulling the blankets 
over us. 

Several hours later, I awoke in the middle of the 
night. I looked over at Mark, sleeping soundly next to 
me, and crawled out of bed, walking quietly to the 
bathroom. I turned on the light and quickly brought a 
hand up to shade my eyes. I looked around on the floor 
at our clothes and towels lying in a crumpled heap all 
over. I gingerly stepped over them and to the toilet 
and sat down. Then I felt something sliding out from 
between my legs. I parted my knees and looked down. A 
white glob dropped down into the water. I spread my 
legs further, craning my neck to get a better view 
between them. Using my fingers to spread myself open, I 
felt another white glob drip onto them. It was Mark’s 
semen. 

"You alright?"

Startled, I slammed my knees together and looked up at 
the door. Mark was standing there, holding a hand over 
his eyes. I nodded quickly. 

"Comin’ back to bed?" he asked. 

I nodded again. "Yeah," I whispered. 

He backed away from the door, getting out of the bright 
light of the bathroom, and dropped his hand. We stared 
at each other for a few seconds, and then I said I’d be 
there in a moment. Mark turned and walked back to the 
bed. I parted my knees again and looked down into the 
water. More of his cum had dripped out and into the 
water. I stood up and flushed the toilet, and then 
walked to the door and turned off the light. 

When I came out into the dark room, Mark was sitting on 
the edge of the bed. As I went to walk to my side, he 
reached out for my hand and gently brought me to him. 
Reluctantly, I followed his lead. He parted his knees 
and brought me to stand between them, running his hands 
up my arms. We were both completely nude. His hands 
moved up to my shoulders, and then down to my breasts. 
I wanted to stop him, but I couldn’t bring myself to 
speak. Instead, I simply let him do as he wished. And 
when his fingers began massaging my breasts, I watched 
as his cock slowly rose between his legs. 

I placed my hands on his shoulders and carefully pushed 
him back. Mark leaned back on the bed on his elbows and 
looked up at me quizzically. 

"Move back," I whispered. 

Mark complied and scooted his body up the bed. Then I 
climbed atop him, straddling his legs until my vagina 
was hovering above his erect cock. I reached down and 
gripped it, holding it straight up, and lowered myself 
until the head was rubbing against my clit. Mark moaned 
and I asked if he wanted to fuck some more. 

"...yeah..." he replied. 

I angled his cock back and gently lowered myself onto 
him. We both moaned softly, and Mark closed his eyes, 
as he entered me. While I rocked up and down on him, I 
kept my eyes on his face, noting the subtle twitching, 
as the tip of his sensitive cock was stimulated inside 
my body, the body that gave birth to him. I put my 
hands on his chest and started grinding my hips down on 
him hard. 

"...ohhhh God...." he whispered. 

A slight smile crept across my lips. 

"Gonna cum soon?" I whispered.

Mark nodded slowly. 

I reached for his hands and placed them on my breasts. 
His fingers clenched them hard, every time I contracted 
my vaginal walls around his cock. 

"Ohhhh, fuck that’s good!" he said, arching his back 
and thrusting his hips upward. 

I placed my hands atop his on my breasts and began 
rocking back and forth. 

"Cum inside me," I whispered.

"...oh, fuck yeah..."

I closed my eyes, reveling in the intense sensations. 
"Cum inside me," I whispered. "Do it, baby... fill me 
again..."

A low moan emanated from his lips, building to a loud 
growl. 

"Aw, that’s it, sexy boy," I moaned. "Gimme your cum." 

My body began undulating and Mark’s hands squeezed my 
breasts tightly. I cried out, and then felt his cock 
erupt inside me. I began bouncing up and down quickly, 
my head held back far and quietly screaming, as we 
mated. 

"Aw fuck!" he cried out, violently thrusting his cock 
up into me, driving his semen deeper. 

As our mutual orgasms subsided, I collapsed onto his 
chest, our faces side-by-side. We were both panting 
hard. Mark wrapped his arms around me and started 
licking my ear. I sighed happily and did the same to 
his. And very soon, we were running our tongues all 
over each other’s face, moaning and giggling, his cock 
still hard and still buried deep inside me. Our lips 
met and I briefly parted mine, our tongues gently 
poking together, as we laughed. 

"You’re still hard," I giggled. 

Mark thrust his hips upward and I groaned.

"Want me to suck you off?" I asked, letting my tongue 
trace around his warm lips.

"Mm hmm..." he replied. 

Just before I sat up, I pushed my tongue into his mouth 
and locked my lips to his, kissing him deeply. We both 
moaned into each other’s mouth, but before it could 
continue any further, I pushed away. I sat atop his 
cock and bounced a few times on it, grinning down at 
him. He smiled, and then I reluctantly got off him and 
sat to the side, scooting further down his body until 
my head was next to his hips. I took his cock in my 
hand and leaned over, letting my tongue slide up the 
underside. And when my lips reached the head, I opened 
my mouth wide and took it inside. 

Mark placed his hands on either side of my head, 
bobbing it up and down on him. It took a long time 
before he rewarded my oral efforts, but that was fine 
by me. I loved oral sex and the taste of a hot cock in 
my mouth. 

For the remainder of the night, we fucked and sucked, 
pleasuring each other in innumerable ways. It was 
definitely the best sex either of us ever had. We 
didn’t go to sleep until the first rays of morning 
light began shining through the closed curtains. 

Several hours later, I awoke and looked at the clock. 
It was quarter till twelve. I jumped out of bed and 
quickly shook Mark.

"Get up!" I said excitedly. 

Mark, still quite groggy and exhausted from a night of 
nearly non-stop sexual intercourse with his mother, 
mumbled and slowly sat up.

"What’s the matter?" he said, wiping a hand over his 
face.

I quickly pulled a t-shirt over my head, saying it was 
almost noon and I had to check out then. Mark looked at 
the clock, and then fell back onto the pillow. "Can’t 
you get it for another day?" he complained. I was 
sitting on the edge of the bed, putting my socks on, 
and turned back to look at him. The sheets were only 
half covering his body. I reached back and slowly 
pulled them down revealing his naked form. 

With his eyes still closed, he smirked and said softly, 
"Enjoying the show?" I stood up and giggled, buckling 
the belt of my jeans. "I especially enjoyed it last 
night!" I laughed. "Ha ha," came his short reply, as he 
pulled the sheets back up. I walked over to the 
credenza and picked up my keys and wallet. As I opened 
the door to the room, Mark lifted his head and spoke.

"You gonna stay another day?"

I turned and hesitated. Was I? I thought about it for a 
moment, and then smiled. "Ok," I said. "I’ll get the 
room for another night and call home." Mark gave me a 
sleepy smile, and then dropped his head back down on 
the pillow. 

A short time later, I returned to the room. As Mark 
slept soundly, I crawled up on the bed and lay down 
next to him. He stirred, and then slowly opened one 
eye. I grinned.

"Hi there," I whispered. 

He closed his eye and smiled in reply. 

I moved closer and gently pressed my lips to his.

"...remember..." he whispered. "...no kissing..."

I giggled and pushed my tongue into his mouth. "Stupid 
rule," I mumbled between kisses, and reached down under 
the sheets where I found his cock long and hard. 

Did I feel guilty about having sex with him? For a 
short time, I did. But the more time I spent with Mark, 
the less I thought about it; the less it bothered me. 
I’d never had such thoughts of him prior to this. But 
now something had changed. We already loved each other, 
though it was a platonic parental love I felt for him. 
I didn’t have the slightest romantic inklings for him. 
To me, masturbating with him online seemed quite 
harmless. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself. 
But the fact is, we both admitted to enjoying it. 

Sure, we said all kinds of things to each other in the 
heat of the moment at such times, but we also knew it 
was a game not to be taken seriously. And when we 
finally had sex, honestly, although I’ll be the first 
to admit there’s a difference between playing pool and 
having intercourse, there didn’t seem to be a 
fundamental difference for us. We were simply enjoying 
each other’s company, albeit on a much more intimate 
and sexual level. The only thing that truly bothered me 
about this was that I was doing so behind my husband’s 
back. It didn’t feel like I was cheating, since it was 
with our son. I loved him as much as his father. 

The only difference now was that I was having sex with 
both of them. And the truth is, I liked it. In fact, I 
loved it. I loved knowing that the two most important 
men in my life loved me as much as I loved them, but 
also sexually desired me. My husband and I had a 
wonderful sex life, and now it only seemed to blossom, 
as a result of my newfound connection with our son. 

For his part, I can’t say for certain why Mark went 
along with it. Hormones? I’m sure that played a pivotal 
role in things. As strange as it seems, the more 
sexually connected we became, the less sex seemed to 
have anything to do with it. Sex was merely the bridge 
through which we formed a deeper bond.

Mark and I lay in bed for a long time sleeping, at last 
awakening around 2pm. We showered together, having 
quick intercourse under the water, and then dressed and 
went to get a bite to eat. 

We were sitting at a table across from each other in a 
fast food restaurant, when Mark nearly made me choke. 
He took a bite of his sandwich, and then casually asked 
if his father and I ever had anal sex. I coughed, 
spitting tiny particles of food across the table. Mark 
only chuckled, as I quickly grabbed my drink, trying to 
recover. When I set my cup down, I looked at him 
sternly and wiped my mouth. 

"God, Mark!" I exclaimed softly. "Don’t ask me that. 
Man, that’s just a little too personal, don’t ya 
think?"

He took another bite and shrugged with a stupid smile. 

"I don’t see why," he replied. "We fucked almost all 
night, and then a few times already today."

I clapped my hands on the table and leaned toward him 
hissing. 

"Mark!" 

"What?" he snorted with a laugh.

I tilted my head a few times to another table not far 
away. He glanced over and saw a family sitting there 
with several small children. Mark picked up his drink. 
"So?" he muttered. Then he waved me off, adding, "Eh, 
they’re too far away, anyway. Probably didn’t hear 
anything." I closed my eyes and sat back, slowly 
shaking my head. When I opened my eyes, he was still 
wearing that stupid smile. "What?" he said with a 
chuckle. I kicked him under the table. "Ow! Shit!" he 
exclaimed, though in a lower tone this time. "That’s 
better," I replied with a smirk. 

Just as I was about to take a bite of my sandwich, a 
young man, probably about Mark’s age, walked over to 
our table. Mark seemed to recognize him and smiled, 
glancing at me nervously. I replied with a mild glare. 

"Mark! Dude! What’s up?!"

But before he could reply, the young man looked at me, 
smiling from ear to ear. He gestured to me and looked 
back at Mark, saying, "This one of your sisters, dude?" 
And once again, before Mark could give him an answer, 
the fellow turned to me, asking the same question. 

"You one of his sisters?"

Mark laughed, saying, "Uh, no, dude. That’s actually my 
mom." 

His friend reeled back slightly, furling his eyebrows 
and staring down hard at me in disbelief. 

"Whoa! No shit?"

Then he whipped his head around to Mark, but still 
pointing at me, and said it again. 

"No shit?"

"No shit, dude," replied Mark, smiling at me. "That’s 
my mom."

His friend turned to me and still had an unconvinced 
expression on his face. I set my sandwich down and 
shrugged, placing my hands atop one another in front of 
me. 

"It’s true," I remarked casually. 

"...damn..."

I held out my hand to him and asked his name. 

"...damn..." he mumbled again, then quickly came to his 
senses. 

"Oh, uh... Dave," he said, taking my hand gently in 
his. 

"Nice to meet you, Dave. Amanda."

"Amanda?"

I grinned, as he continued to shake my hand, and then 
turned my eyes down to them. Dave seemed to catch my 
subliminal message and quickly released me from his 
grip. 

"How old are you?" he asked. 

I gasped, raising my eyebrows high and pretending to be 
offended by his question.

"Ok, ok!" he said apologetically. "But seriously... how 
old are you?"

I picked up a napkin and wiped my mouth, still feigning 
offense. Then I dropped it to the table, replying, 
"Thirty-nine, if you must know."

Dave’s head jerked quickly and he said, "Damn! Really?"

"Really."

"Shit... I woulda guessed maybe twenty-nine! Maybe even 
twenty-five... damn... thirty-nine..."

I chuckled and excused myself to stop by the restroom 
before we left. A few minutes later, when I emerged, I 
found Dave and Mark standing by the doors, Dave with 
his back to me. And as I came up from behind, I heard 
him speaking.

"...she’s fuckin’ hot, dude! You gotta bring her around 
more often!"

I stopped in my tracks, when Mark saw me, and took a 
few careful steps backward. Dave seemed to sense 
something was amiss, based Mark’s expression, and 
turned around. I quickly resumed walking toward them 
and smiled. 

"Ready to go?" I asked.

Mark nodded and pushed the door open for me.

"See ya, dude," he called to his friend. 

I turned and smiled at Dave, giving him a friendly wave 
to which he replied in kind. 

As Mark and I walked back to the car, he asked if I’d 
heard much of their conversation. 

"Apparently more than I needed to," I said, fishing the 
keys from my purse.

When we were in the car and sitting at the parking lot 
exit, I asked Mark where he wanted to go next. He only 
shrugged, saying it was up to me. I grinned and pulled 
out into traffic, turning in the direction of the 
hotel. As we drove along in silence, I glanced over at 
Mark, who was smiling broadly. 

Half an hour later, we were both sitting on the bed 
facing each other, our legs intertwined. I was gently 
stroking his erection, while he softly petted between 
my legs. I closed my eyes and tilted my head slightly. 

"...feels nice..." I whispered. 

We carefully brought our bodies closer together, closer 
until our groins were touching. I pulled Mark’s cock 
downward, brushing the swollen head through my pubic 
hair. He brought his hands up to my breasts, and then 
leaned down, taking one into his mouth. 

"...oh yeah..." I whispered again, placing a hand on 
the back of his head and pulling him further into my 
chest. 

By now, after endless hours of stimulation, my nipples 
were incredibly rigid and hypersensitive. I could feel 
every flick of his tongue sending shockwaves through my 
body. I dropped my head down next to his and began 
kissing his neck.

"...fuck me, Mark... fuck me again..."

He moaned in protest, as I gently pushed him from my 
nipple, and then turned his eyes up to mine and I 
smiled. 

"...fuck me again," I whispered, almost begging him. I 
sat up slightly and moved forward so his cock could 
enter me. And when I sank down onto him, we wrapped our 
arms around each other, rocking back and forth, our 
bodies embracing tightly. Our lips came together and we 
kissed passionately for a very long time, sitting on 
the bed of a darkened hotel room having incestuous 
intercourse. As Mark kissed my neck, he mumbled softly, 
"God, you’re fucking beautiful." 

I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, sighing 
happily. As wrong as I knew this to be, it felt so 
amazingly right, physically and emotionally. I felt as 
though I had come to know my own son so much better 
through our illicit act. I felt as close to him as my 
husband of twenty-one years. I knew him so much better 
now. There was nothing we couldn’t share between us, 
nothing we couldn’t talk about, and nothing more to 
hide. We had created a bond that would last a lifetime. 

When our kiss broke, we looked into each other’s eyes 
and smiled, as if reading the other person’s thoughts. 
I gently bobbed up and down on his cock, feeling every 
vein and pulse of blood through them against my vaginal 
walls, and put my arms over his shoulders.

"This is beautiful," I whispered, giving him a soft 
kiss on the nose. "Am I as ‘fucking hot’ as your buddy, 
Dave, says?" I asked. Mark smiled. "Yeah," he replied, 
and then pulled my face to his and kissed me.

About an hour later, I was lying on my stomach with 
Mark behind me, straddling my legs and massaging my 
back. His strong hands worked the muscles of my back 
deeply. With my eyes closed, I sighed happily. Then my 
cell phone began ringing. I groaned and lifted my head. 

"Let it ring," said Mark.

I wiped a hand over my forehead. "Might be dad," I 
replied. I sat up and pulled myself across the mattress 
to the nightstand, as Mark lifted his legs to let me go 
to my phone. I flipped it open to see who was calling. 

"Yeah, it’s dad," I said. Then I rolled onto my side to 
face Mark. He was sitting back on his heels; one hand 
on his thigh while the other slowly stroked his cock. I 
rolled my eyes and shook my head. Mark only laughed. I 
quickly held a finger to my lips. "Ok," he whispered. 

"Hey there!" I chirped into the phone, holding it to my 
ear. I turned onto my stomach again, facing away from 
Mark while we talked. As the conversation went on, I 
could feel Mark moving around behind me. He was moving 
up to straddle my legs again. I carefully turned my 
head back, holding a finger to my lips. 

"Uh huh," I said. "Then what’d she say?"

I laughed, and then felt Mark’s hands on my ass. I 
reached back and tried to swat him away, but he was 
persistent. 

"Well, I told her she could, as long as it was ok with 
you."

Mark started massaging my ass cheeks, and I closed my 
eyes and smiled, trying to stay focused on the 
conversation I was having with my husband. 

"No way!" I laughed. "Really? That’s too funny."

With my eyes still closed, I began pushing my ass up. 
Just then, I felt Mark dig his thumbs deep into the 
crevice of my ass and spread it wide apart. His thumbs 
were on either side of my asshole and I didn’t even 
have to turn around to know how fully exposed I was 
back there. I quickly lifted my foot up, striking Mark 
in the back with my heel. 

"Ouch!"

I whirled my head around and glared at him. 

"Nothing," I replied, still glaring at my idiot son. 
"Just Mark. He came out of the bathroom here and hit 
his knee on something, I think." 

Mark smirked and rolled off the bed and walked to the 
bathroom. 

"Yeah," I said. "We stopped by my room so I could 
change and go to the bathroom. We’re about to head out 
the door now... Ok... Yep, I’ll give you a call before 
I leave in the morning. Ok... Bye... I love you, too."

I snapped the phone shut and tossed it on the 
nightstand. I dropped my head down, shaking it from 
side to side. When I looked up, Mark was still in the 
bathroom. I swung my legs to the floor and walked over 
to him.

"What the hell were you doing?" I said, standing in the 
doorway of the bathroom with my hands on my hips. Mark 
was standing in front of the toilet and, when he heard 
my voice, jerked his head around.

"Hey!" he cried with a laugh. "Jesus!"

"What was that all about?" I asked sternly.

Mark laughed and turned back to face the toilet. 

"Uh... I’m trying to use the john here. Ya mind?"

"Well, I was trying to talk to my husband. Do you 
mind?"

And then I stormed back to the bed. 

When he finally emerged from the bathroom, I was 
sitting up at the head of the bed with the pillows 
propped behind me and the blankets draped over my body. 
He walked around to the other side and climbed in, all 
the while with me glaring at him. He knew I was and 
tried to avoid eye contact. 

"Wipe that stupid smile off your face," I growled.

Mark looked at me and, when he saw I wasn’t joking, his 
smile slowly ebbed. 

"Sorry," he muttered. 

I pulled my knees up under the blankets and dropped my 
head to them, wagging it back and forth. I felt him 
place his hand on my back. 

"Sorry," he whispered. "It won’t happen again."

I lifted my head and turned to look at him with an 
expression of quiet exasperation. 

"It’s alright," I sighed. 

Then Mark moved closer, putting his arm around me, and 
started kissing my shoulder. 

I closed my eyes and chuckled. 

"Why were you doing that?" I whispered. 

He continued kissing me, replying, "’Cuz you have a 
sexy ass."

I chuckled again. "Ya think so?"

"Mm hmm..."

Then Mark slowly pulled the blanket away from my body, 
and slipped his hand between my legs. I took a deep 
breath and laid back against the pillows, spreading my 
knees for him. He fingered me for a long time, and then 
I felt a single digit move down to my asshole. My mouth 
opened slightly and I raised my hips. My hand closest 
to him fumbled around until it found his wonderful 
cock. He was fully aroused. And when he pressed the 
very tip of his finger against my anus, I groaned, 
squeezing my hand around him tightly. 

"You like that?" he asked softly.

I nodded. "... oh yeah..."

I pulled my knees back, as he pushed more of his thick 
finger into me, and hissed softly, clenching the sheets 
and his cock tightly.

"That hurt?" he asked. 

My breathing came rapidly, and I nodded my head. 

"Just a little," I hissed. 

Mark slowly withdrew his finger and, when he was 
completely out of my body, I dropped me feet to the 
mattress and exhaled. 

I brushed the hair from my forehead and opened my eyes. 
He had a sly smile on his face. 

"You really do have a sexy ass," he said. 

I closed my eyes and grinned wide, dropping my hand to 
his thigh and rubbing him. 

"God," I moaned, a little embarrassed. "Gonna need some 
KY, if you wanna do that."

"Anal?"

I nodded and forced myself upright. 

"Sorta hurts otherwise," I said, standing from the bed. 

As I walked around, picking up my clothes to get 
dressed, Mark watched.

"Where ya goin’?" 

I pulled a t-shirt over my head and looked over at him. 

"Well, I didn’t bring any, unless you did."

"Any what?"

I laughed, as I zipped my shorts. 

"Lube, silly."

Mark sat up, as if surprised, saying, "Oh? ...ohhhh... 
Ok."

I bent down to pick up my socks and sat on the edge of 
the bed. Mark moved around and sat next to me and 
watched as I put them on. 

"Wanna hand me my shoes?" I said, pointing to them on 
the floor by his feet. He leaned down and picked them 
up.

"Thanks." 

"So... should I just stay here then?" he asked. 

I tied my laces, replying, "Oh, I don’t think so, 
mister. If you wanna do this, then you get to come with 
me to the store." 

And so I sat on the bed and watched, as my son 
hurriedly dressed, not bothering with putting on his 
underwear or socks. 

Half an hour later, we walked back into the room and 
once more removed our clothing. We climbed onto the 
bed, facing one another, as I held the tube of KY.

"How much do I use?" he asked. 

"Doesn’t take much," I replied, removing the cap. 

When I was ready, I looked down between us and sighed. 
Mark looked down, too, and then back up at me. 

"What?" he asked. 

I smirked, saying it would help if he had an erection. 

"Not gonna make much progress back there without one," 
I said, shaking a finger at him. 

He thought about it for a moment, and then, tired of 
waiting and anxious to do this, I squirt a dab of jell 
onto my fingers.

"Here," I said, reaching for his cock. "I’ll do it." 

When the cool jelly on my fingers came in contact with 
his cock, Mark’s chest rose high, as he took a deep 
breath.

"Feels nice, huh? You like it?"

Mark grinned. "Yeah," he replied, taking another deep 
breath, as his cock slowly came to life in my hand. 

We moved closer and I used both hands to lubricate both 
his long cock and tight balls. 

"...It’s big..." I whispered. "I like that... nice and 
big for me..."

Mark’s mouth hung open, and he closed his eyes, as I 
carefully manipulated his genitals.

"Beth ever do this for you?" I asked softly. 

He slowly shook his head no. 

"Mm, lucky me," I said, and leaned down to kiss one of 
his nipples. 

Mark groaned and said he was going to cum, if I kept 
doing that. I sat back, keeping my hand on his cock, 
and asked if he and his girlfriend ever had anal sex. 
He shook his head no. 

"...she doesn’t like it..." he said. 

I grinned. "Maybe you’re not doing it right," I said. 
"I’ll show you how. Just do what I tell you, ok?"

He nodded quickly, and then I turned around and got on 
my hands and knees. He moved up behind me, aiming his 
cock at my asshole, and then began pushing in. 

"Ugh! Wait!" I gasped, almost laughing at his 
enthusiasm. Mark looked down at me. "Slower," I 
whispered. "Gotta give me a chance to get use to it, 
ok?" He nodded and backed off a bit. I laid my head and 
chest on the mattress and held my ass up high for him. 
Then I closed my eyes and told him to use his finger to 
loosen me up. A second later, I felt him gently invade 
me. I raised my eyebrows and sighed. 

"Keep going," I said. "...deeper... take your time... 
let me enjoy it..."

Soon Mark figured it out and was a gentle lover. He 
worked his finger in and out, occasionally wiggling the 
tip deep inside, eliciting a giggle from me. When I 
felt like I was ready, he moved up behind me and let 
the tip of his cock rest against my anus. I lifted my 
head and looked back at him. 

"Don’t push, ok?"

Mark nodded.

"Just let me push back onto you. It’ll be tight, so 
keep your cock straight and let me do the work."

I could see he was breathing harder now, as was I. His 
cock wasn’t small, something he definitely inherited 
that from his dad. 

I took a deep breath and, as I exhaled, squeezed my ass 
out, pushing back onto his cock. I kept up a steady 
pressure until he began to crown into me. I gripped the 
sheets tightly and clenched my eyes shut. And when the 
flared head of his cock popped inside, we both grunted 
loudly. 

"...aw shit, yeah..." I hissed between my teeth. 

I pushed back more and felt him slip in a little 
deeper. Mark moaned heavily.

"... fuck, you’re tight... oh my God, that’s tight..."

I smiled, as the perspiration began beading on my 
forehead. But soon he was as deep as I dared let him 
go. We remained motionless for a long time, as my body 
became adjusted to this new invasion. Mark placed his 
hands on my hips, and I started to slowly move along 
the length of his cock. We moaned and sighed, and built 
to a faster tempo. After a few minutes, he stuttered, 
saying he was going to cum very soon. I told him to 
hold still and let me do the work the rest of the way. 
He kept his hands on my hips, and I gradually pushed 
myself back further. And when I was as far as I could 
go, I stopped and tightened myself around his length. 

"Ooo, shit that’s nice," he said with a grunt. "Fuck, 
I’m gonna cum!"

I felt his hands trembling on my hips, and then his 
cock began to swell very slightly inside my body. I 
closed my eyes and dropped my head between my 
shoulders, moaning loudly, and then he released his 
seed deep inside me. I raised my head, craning my neck 
out far, and let my jaw fall, as he filled me. 

"...ahhhh... that’s it, baby," I cooed. "Ohhh yeah... 
fill me up..."

Mark carefully thrust his cock in and out of me, 
ejaculating at the same time. When he finished cumming, 
we were both breathing very hard. As he withdrew his 
cock, I winced. Mark fell back onto the bed, trying to 
catch his breath, while I rolled over on my side to 
face him. And when he looked at me, I smiled broadly.

"How was it?" I asked. 

He closed his eyes and smiled. 

"Fucking awesome," he whispered.

I forced myself up and crawled over to him. 

"Let’s take a shower and go get some food," I said, 
kissing his cheek. 

By now, after nearly continuous sex for twenty-four 
hours, Mark and I were becoming physically exhausted. 
In the shower, all we did was kiss very briefly and 
clean up. And when we went to get something to eat, we 
opted for the drive-thru, too tired to trudge inside to 
eat. 

Back in the room, we set the food on the bed and sat 
facing each other and ate, though fully clothed. I was 
feeling euphoric; like a young high school girl on a 
date with a wonderful and sexy man. 

Mark and I sat facing each other, our legs crossed and 
knees touching, as we ate. 

"You guys have sex much?" he asked, biting into his 
burger. 

I picked up my drink and sipped on the straw and 
shrugged.

"Mmm... yeah, I guess. I mean, not every day, but often 
enough, I suppose."

"You guys ever get kinky?"

I chuckled. "Well, depends on what you mean by 
‘kinky’." 

"You know... kinky... anal sex... golden showers..."

I laughed out loud. "Gawd, Mark!" I exclaimed. 

He chuckled, saying, "So tell me. I’m just curious, is 
all. What kinda kinky things you guys do to spice it 
up?"

I picked up a single French fry and, as I held it to my 
mouth, mumbled softly, and took a quick bite. Mark 
grinned and leaned closer. "What’s that?" he asked. I 
could feel my face turning red, and took a deep breath 
and looked up at him. 

"He likes to watch me pee, sometimes, ok?"

Mark’s jaw dropped and his eyes shot open. Then he fell 
over laughing. I picked up a handful of fries and threw 
them at him. 

"Jerk!" I cried. 

When he regained his composure, he sat up, brushing the 
fries off his shirt, and smiled at me. 

"I dunno," he remarked casually. "That’s almost kinda 
sexy." Then he paused and looked at me, staring at me 
actually. I was too embarrassed to return his stare, so 
I picked up another fry and took a small bite. 

"You like doing that?" he asked in a more respectful 
tone. I raised my eyes, and then quickly glanced away, 
taking another bite. "Yeah," I replied softly. "Just 
something special he likes me to do for him. Nothing 
wrong with it."

"So how often do you guys have sex?" he asked. "Couple 
times a week?" 

I laughed. "Well, no. We’ve been married for over 
twenty years, ya know. After a while, the novelty of 
seeing the other person nude sorta wears thin."

Mark gave me a puzzled look. "So you guys... what? 
You’re not attracted to each other? Sexually, I mean?"

I bit into a French fry, wagging my head back and 
forth.

"Doesn’t quite work that way, once you’ve been married 
for a while," I said with a full mouth. I swallowed, 
adding, "You know, it’s like you and Beth. You meet, 
you’re sexually attracted to each other, you have sex, 
and then you keep having sex until it’s not as exciting 
any more, ya know? Now you just have sex partly for 
recreation, maybe procreation, but mostly just to feel 
closer to the person you love." 

There was a long moment of silence. Mark was picking at 
his fries and glanced at me. I grinned, taking another 
sip of my soda.

"And what is it with us?" he whispered. 

I slowly set my drink down and cleared my throat. That 
was a good question. What was this going to become?

"Well..." I said, mulling it over. "I... I dunno... to 
feel closer?"

His eyes turned up and I gave him a weak smile. 

"Is that really why we did this?" he asked, poking at 
his half-eaten burger.

We sat in silence for a short time, and then I reached 
out, taking his hand in mine. 

"Mark," I whispered. He looked up. "I love you," I 
said. He tried to smile. "I know," he replied. "I love 
you, too." I watched as he picked up his drink and held 
the straw to his lips. I sat back and sighed.

"I’m going to be honest with you," I said. 

He set his cup down and looked over at me. I nervously 
brushed my hands on my legs and pulled my knees up to 
my chest, wrapping my arms around them. 

"Never in a million years," I whispered softly. "Would 
I ever had thought I’d be having sex with you... my own 
son." I turned my eyes to his. "Never," I whispered. 
Then my eyes drifted behind him at nothing in 
particular.

"I dunno," I said. "I dunno why I did it. I know that’s 
not an answer, but it’s the only one I can come up 
with." Then I took a deep breath and sighed loudly. 
"Ok," I said. "Yeah, I did it for the sex... initially. 
Dad and I have a good sex life. It’s wonderful. I love 
him with all my heart. But... I dunno... something... 
something changed between us, ya know? Between you and 
me. It’s like a door was opened. I guess I was curious. 
And it seemed like you were, too... so... so I stepped 
through it." 

Mark was staring at me, his hands resting on his knees 
and clasped together. He slowly nodded. "Yeah," he 
mumbled. "I know what ya mean."

"But we’re still the same people," I said plaintively. 
"I still love you. You’re still my son and I’ll always 
be your mom. It’s just..."

Mark picked up his cup again and nodded.

"I know," he muttered and took a drink.

I could feel a dour mood slowly overcoming both of us. 
I reached for his hand and pulled it to me. 

"Look," I said. "Ok, let’s make a rule. From now on, 
we’re still the same people. You’re still my son and 
I’m still you’re mom and that’ll never change, ok? 
We’re not going to let this adversely affect our 
relationship, agreed?"

Mark chuckled, but nodded. "Ok," he said with a grin. 
"Agreed."

"Ok, then," I said. "Now, the second thing we have to 
determine is what to do next."

"Whadya mean?"

I hesitated, looking down at his hand in mine, rubbing 
my thumb on the top of it. 

"What I mean is..." Then I looked him in the eyes. 
"Mark... the door is open. Do we step back out and shut 
it and forget this ever happened... or do we keep it 
open like this?"

We sat in silence for a very long time.

"I dunno," he whispered. "What do you wanna do?"

Part of me wanted to say, we should shut it and forget 
any of this ever happened. But that would be pointless. 
It did happen and its memory would forever be burned 
into our hearts and minds. 

"Maybe..." But then I paused, trying to choose my words 
carefully. Mark looked at me and blinked. "I don’t 
wanna shut it," I whispered, slowly wagging my head 
from side to side. "I like the sex, Mark. I like having 
sex with you. I know it’s sick and twisted, but I do. I 
like it so much. I like being intimate like this with 
you; feeling closer, like I can just bare my soul to 
you like I could never do before. 

"Some people don’t have anyone they can share their 
life with like that. Some people get married so they 
can, but only have the one person. But now... now I 
have two people... Two people I can confide in... and 
love with all my heart, with no barriers between us... 
I love exploring this new level of our relationship 
with you, sweetheart. 

"Yes, I admit, I enjoy the sex... but please believe me 
when I say I’d never cheat on your dad. I love him so 
much; with all my heart, I do. But I wanna do this with 
you... because I love you, too. I’d never go out and 
create a new love with another man, but with you... 
with you it’s different. The love was already there and 
always will be." 

Mark smiled, and in the dark reached over to my face 
with his hand, wiping away a tear under my eye. 

"I feel the same way, mom," he mumbled softly. "The 
exact same way... back when you... you know... that one 
night in my room?"

I nodded, taking his hands in mine. 

"I couldn’t get that out of my mind," he said. "It’s... 
it’s like you said... that... that opened a door 
between us, and... and I was curious, too. But no, I 
don’t regret it. You said exactly how I feel, too... in 
my heart..."

I smiled and pulled his hands to my lips and kissed 
them gently. 

"Thank you," I whispered. 

Then Mark smiled and said, "There’s just something I 
want to say to you... just one thing, since we’re being 
honest, ok?"

I opened my eyes, still holding his hands to my face, 
and nodded. 

"Say anything you want, sweetie... anything at all. No 
more barriers between us."

He shook his head and took a deep breath. "Ok," he 
replied. Then he looked me right in the eye.


"Mom... your movies really suck."

A smile slowly grew across his lips.

I sat there staring at him and furled my eyebrows.

"What?" I asked, wholly bewildered. 

"Your movies suck," he said. "Really... they’re just 
horrible."

Mark sat back, and I slowly released his hands from 
mine, trying to make sense of what he just said and how 
it fit in with what I’d been confessing to him. My face 
was scrunched up, as I sat there staring back at him. 
And then he chuckled and reached over to poke me in the 
shoulder. 

"What does... what’s that got to do with anything?" I 
stuttered, holding up my hands.

Then he erupted into a fit of laughter, clapping his 
hands together and falling over. 

I quickly scooped up my fries, burger, and all of his, 
and in one swift motion threw the entire heap at him. 
He held up his hands defensively, and then I lunged 
across the bed, landing squarely on his body. We were 
both laughing, as I playfully beat my fists against 
him.

"Jerk!" I cried. He only laughed louder, so I smacked 
him on the head. "Asshole!" I exclaimed. Just then, 
Mark grabbed me by the arms and rolled us over, pinning 
me to the mattress. We tried not to laugh, but it 
wasn’t easy. But soon he slowly released his grip on my 
arms, and I brought my hand to his face, gently 
caressing his cheek. 

"I love you so much," I whispered. "I meant every word 
I said."

"I love you, too," he replied. "And I meant every word 
I said, too."

We stifled a chuckle, and then he lowered himself onto 
my chest, his face only inches above mine.

"I don’t want this to change our relationship, either," 
he said softly, brushing the hair from my eyes. 

"Good," I replied and pulled his lips to mine. 

For the next few hours, Mark and I made love. Not sex, 
but passionate love. And soon thereafter, we fell 
asleep next to each other, cuddling closely. 

Shortly before sunrise, I awoke and carefully walked to 
the bathroom. I flipped on the light and quickly shaded 
my eyes, stepping over to the toilet. I sat on the cool 
seat, resting my elbows on my knees, my head hanging 
down. There was a slight noise and I looked up. Mark 
was standing there in the doorway. Embarrassed, I 
quickly closed my knees together, covering myself 
between the legs with my hands. As he stood in the dark 
outside the bathroom, I thought I could see a gentle 
smile creep across his face. 

I grinned and slowly sat up, spreading my legs and 
keeping my eyes locked on his. From my peripheral 
vision, I thought I could make out his hand slowly 
stroking his cock. I tried not to look, concentrating 
on my own bodily efforts. A few seconds later, I felt a 
steady trickle emerge, which soon became a strong 
stream. There was nothing I wouldn’t do for my son now. 
I said it and I meant it. Things had changed between 
us. 

For the remainder of the morning, we made soft love in 
bed. So much had happened over the course of the 
weekend; over the last month. When I left to go home 
that morning, I felt a sense of sadness sweep over me. 
He wanted me to stay for a few more hours; just a few 
more, he pleaded. But I couldn’t. 

It was a long drive home, giving me plenty of time to 
think over all that had transpired. When I pulled into 
the driveway, my wonderful husband was in the garage, 
cleaning it up like he promised me he’d do. And, 
although I was physically exhausted, even sore from 
having sex all weekend with my son, that night my 
husband and I made passionate love with one another. 

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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