Alana Scott prepared dinner for her family in the same manner she always had. She was cooking the same meal they had the week before on Saturday. In fact they had had this meal every Saturday for the past month. She felt some comfort from her routines. As long as nothing out of the ordinary happened she was almost like a robot. She had even managed to almost completely block out what had happened four months ago. From what she could tell, her son James had come to terms with what had happened, and their relationship with each other was back to normal. She was still a little worried about Sam though. She could count the number of times he had spent the night during the last few months on one hand, and when he did he couldn't look her in the eyes.
"Hey mom, what's up?" James said bounding down the stairs and walking into the kitchen.
"Oh.... nothing really. Just getting dinner ready." Alana said.
"Say, I was wondering how Sam is doing. I haven't seen him in a few weeks." Alana said as she continued to set the table.
"Fine I guess. I think he just needs a little more time to.....you know." James said.
He knew that what had happened still weighed heavily on his mother, whether or not she wanted to admit it. He had done his best to act normal around her but it was hard for him to look at her the same as before. Just a few months ago he had seen his mother raped by two men and forced to have sex with himself and his friend Sam. He stared out of the corner of his eye as Alana bent over to place the plates on the table. Her tank top revealed quite a bit of cleavage and he could not help but to look. Also hard to ignore was the way her ass looked in the tight pair of Capri pants she was wearing. He thought that maybe she wouldn't be as open around him after what had happened, and in a way he was glad she still felt comfortable around him. He loved his mother and what had happened was not her fault.
"I understand. Maybe you should invite him over for dinner. It might help him to be around people and not all alone in his room. " Alana said.
"Yeah, I might just do that." James said.
"I'll be back in a little bit mom." James said standing up from the table.
"Good, I'll have dinner ready by then." Alana said.
Alana looked at her son and in the first time in months she hugged him. It was a weird moment for both of them. It was the first time in a while that James had hugged his mother. The contact, while not unpleasant, felt really different than it did before the incident. Since then Alana had made a conscious effort to not change the way she dressed or acted. Her tank tops and hip huggers remained the staple of her wardrobe. It was another way for her to block out what had happened. The less she changed because of what happened the easier it was to forget about. As she hugged her son her breasts pushed against his muscular chest. Alana, while aware of the contact, still allowed the hug to go on longer than normal.
As their embrace ended Alana stared at her son. Almost searching his eyes for forgiveness for what had happened between them. She did what she did to spare him bodily harm. If she hadn't had sex with her son he would've been hurt or worse.
"Bye mom." James said turning and walking out the door.
Alana stood there for a few minutes thinking until her husband walked into the room.
"Something smells good." Greg said wrapping his arms around Alana and kissing the back of her neck.
"Thanks sweetie." Alana said.
"It'll be a couple hours before its ready though." Alana said turning to face her husband.
"A few hours huh? Guess I'll see what's on the old tube." Greg said grabbing a bag of chips from off the counter.
Alana watched as her husband left. Their relationship was still a little shaky in her mind. While Greg was none the wiser she had a hard time playing the role of dutiful wife like before. When they were in bed together she would accept his advances like any wife would, but to her something was wrong. She just wasn't there emotionally.
Just a couple of blocks away James' friend Sam was right in the middle of what had become his only hobby. At least two or three times a day he would go into his closet and dig out an old shoebox. Inside that box were his prized possessions, a collection of James' mom's panties. He had quite a few, fifteen in fact, that he had pilfered over the years. Not even James knew, but Sam had kept the pair of panties that one of the men who raped Alana had slung at him. While he was beating off Sam would bring the panties up to his nose and smell them. They still smelled of Alana's perfume. Sam used to beat off with Alana's panties once or twice a week, but now he was doing it every couple of hours. Since the incident Sam had become almost obsessed with Alana. Before he had a crush on her but now he couldn't get her out of his mind. Every time he closed his eyes images of Alana being fucked or her sucking his cock would flood his mind. With Alana's face burned into his mind Sam moaned and shot six ropes of cum, one after the other, high into the air. Just seconds after he had cleaned up he heard the door open and James shouting to see if he was home.
" Yo Sam you here?" James shouted up the stairs.
"C'mon in man." Sam shouted back.
James made his way up the stairs and walked into Sam's room to find Sam sitting on his bed starring at the floor.
"What's up?" James asked.
"Nothing much, being bored is about all I ever do anymore." Sam replied looking up.
"Well if your not doing anything I was gonna ask if you wanted to come eat at my house tonight?" James asked.
Sam's mind worked quickly to try and decide what to do. On one hand he did want to see Alana but on the other he didn't know if it would help any. He figured that maybe if he went long enough without seeing her that his obsession with her would fade, but deep down he knew he wasn't getting over anything. He just needed to see her again so he accepted the offer.
"Sure man, that'd be cool." Sam said.
James was happy to see his friend wanting to get out of the house, even if it was only for a couple hours.
"Cool. Mom said it'd be a couple of hours before the food's ready so take your time. I'm going to go catch me a quick nap. I'm beat." James said turning to leave.
About an hour went by and Sam just lay there on his bed thinking. He knew that later when he saw Alana he wouldn't be able to look her in the eyes. He thought about telling her what was going on. Maybe she would be cool with it. Maybe she would be flattered.
"Yeah fucking right." Sam thought.
The more he thought about Alana the more he wanted her. She was so hot. The feeling of her lips on his cock all those months ago still kept him up at night.
"But she's your best friend's mom, what would she want with some dumb kid?" He reasoned.
"There's gotta be a way, I just have to fuck her." Sam thought to himself.
