Sally awoke as the sun streamed through the bedroom window. She half opened one eye to gaze at the clock on the bedside table. It was just past 9am. Thankfully it was a Saturday and she wouldn't have to go in to work.
She sat up in bed, a thin smile appearing on her lips as she remembered the events of the previous night. Tommy had been practically insatiable and they had spent half the night fucking before they fell asleep. She wondered who was actually the insatiable one. Maybe it was her and not her son.
The other side of the bed was empty. In a way she was kind of glad that Tommy had gotten up before she did. She didn't want him to see how she looked first thing in the morning. All her wrinkles and lines seemed to accentuate themselves first thing in the morning.
Her thoughts went back again to the previous night. How things had changed. Her life was altered now. Their lives were altered! From being a loving mother to her son she was now loving her son. Loving him completely and without any reservation. She had given herself completely to her son and in a way that she shouldn't have.
In the light of day and with lust no longer clouding her senses, she began to feel guilty. She should have been able to control the situation and not give in to her son's lusty advances. Her mind started to wander, thinking about all the implications of incest. Incest. The word hit her, sounding filthy and degrading. But there was no denying it, she was an incestuous mother. Sally swallowed hard, feeling a strange queasiness in her tummy.
She made her way to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was all messed up and she looked like a fucked out slut. A slut fucked by her own son, she thought to herself. She suddenly felt very dirty and stepped into the shower. The hot water cascading down her refreshed and revived her, but her mind was still tortured by the recent events.
Sally dried herself and pulled on her robe. She opened her room door and smelled the aroma of fried bacon. She padded down the stairs and into the kitchen to find Tommy busy preparing breakfast. How sweet of him. She thought to herself. She found her eyes focusing on his firm arse and then working up to his broad shoulders.
Oh, don't do this. Stop looking at him like that, he's your son. She thought to herself.
"Morning Mom!" Tommy sang cheerfully as he noticed his mother standing in the doorway. He walked over to her and tried to hug her but Sally moved away.
"Mom! What's wrong?" Tommy asked, a little taken aback.
"N-nothing. I -- I Oh Tommy!" Sally stuttered. "We need to talk. Sit down."
Tommy placed a plate of bacon on the kitchen table and then pulled out a chair and turned it around, sitting down so he was facing the back of the chair. Sally sat opposite him and picked at a piece of bacon.
"Tommy." She began. "About last night..."
"Yeah! It sure was good wasn't it?" Tommy exclaimed. "Just like I always thought it would be."
"No... don't say that." Sally protested. "We shouldn't have Tommy. It was wrong. Don't you see? I'm your mother. We shouldn't have."
"But we did Mother." Tommy countered. "Didn't you ... I mean wasn't it like what you wanted? Didn't you like it? Wasn't... Wasn't I any good?"
"Oh Tommy. You were wonderful." Sally said softly. "It -- it.. Oh God. I don't know.. Yes, it was good. It was sooo good Tommy. But it's just so wrong. I shouldn't have let you.... I shouldn't have. You're my son!"
"And a son that loves you very much Mom." Tommy said strongly. His hand moved to rest on her thigh. "I've felt terrible thinking about you so much. I've felt guilty getting a hard on when you walk past. I just can't help it Mom. You're so beautiful and sexy."
"You're sweet Tommy. But surely there are girls your age. Surely you've been with other girls."
"You can say the word Fuck, Mom. You didn't seem to have any trouble saying it last night." Tommy said, a little angrily. "Yes! I have Fucked other girls. But it's different with you Mom. Sometimes...sometimes I think I'm fucking you when I'm with other girls. You don't know how long I've wanted you"
Sally felt a flutter inside her. This can't be happening again!
"And after last night," Tommy continued. "I -- I... well, I though that now it was out in the open and you know, we could just... you know sort of carry on."
"Oh Tommy! But what if someone found out?"
"Is that all you're worried about Mom?" Tommy smiled.
"No! Just one of the things. You know its wrong Tommy. I'm your mother for goodness sakes. We shouldn't be fucking around Tommy."
"But we already have mother." Tommy said logically. "You'll always be my mother Mom and I'll always be your son. It's just that we're lovers too. I guess I'm a Mother Fucker now."
"Don't make a joke out of it." Sally said, trying to hide her smile. "This is a serious matter."
"Look Mom, I'm not gonna tell anyone we fucked ok. And I'm sure you won't either."
"Of course not!" Sally said. "But I just don't know if we can do this again. I really don't. Last night was wonderful and I think it was something that we both needed but...I just don't know okay."
"Okay Mom. So we leave it at that." Tommy said with a smile, trying to hide his disappointment. "I better go out for a while. Clear my head and let you have some time to yourself too."
Tommy kissed his mom and walked out the door.
*** ***** ****
Two weeks passed by and the atmosphere in the Winters household was cool to say the least. Tommy was polite but not very warm to his mother. Sally could still see him looking at her in lust but she had made a conscious effort to wear dowdy clothes in the house. As soon as she returned home from work, she would shower and then slip into an old housecoat. Nothing at all revealing and nothing at all sexy. Tommy had even passed a nasty comment that she dressed like an old grandmother. Sally just let the comment pass.
No matter how hard she tried, her mind kept returning back to that night of steamy passion and lust. She would often daydream at work and she would get home with a soaking wet pussy. Her juices collected in her thick thatch of hair and she could smell her cuntal secretions as she undressed.
Returning home from work she found Tommy home earlier than usual. He had been going out a lot of late and it was nice to see him home. Her heart did a little flutter just like when she was back in school. He was in the backyard, lifting some weights and she could see him through the back door. He was wearing a sleeveless top which showed of his bulging muscles nicely. His body was glazed with sweat and from the back, he reminded her of his father.
A tear sprang to her eye as she realised that after losing her husband, she was now losing her son. There was such a tension in the air and it always seemed like they were avoiding each other. What kind of relationship was this? Not only was she losing the emotional connection with her son, she was missing out on a fabulous lover as well.
Damn it to hell! I don't care anymore! I want my son back and I want to fuck him too. He makes me feel so good and I love him. I love his cock! Oh damn me, damn him but I don't care. I want him.
And with that thought reverberating in her mind, Sally realised that she had crossed the point of no return. Two weeks she had thought about this and this wasn't a decision made in the heat of the moment. She was not only going to fuck her son again but this time she was going to initiate it.
She raced upstairs and opened her lingerie drawer. A drawer that hadn't been opened since her husband had passed on. With trembling hands she opened the drawer and smiled wistfully at the amount of lingerie she had. She picked out a once piece black, lace teddy that had two cut-outs for her breasts and was also crotch-less -- exposing her cunt and right up to her asshole. Sally touched up her makeup and removed her bra and panties. As usual her panties were wet at the crotch. She put on the teddy and marvelled at how good she still looked in it.
Sally gathered up her used bra and panties and was about to throw them into the laundry basket when a thought crossed her mind. She needed a way to get Tommy to come upstairs. Sure, she could always just go down in her lingerie and tempt him but that wouldn't be as much fun. She gave a little giggle as she opened her bedroom window that overlooked the backyard. Tommy was still out back.
Sticking her head outside, she called out in her most motherly tone. "Tommy, why don't you come inside? Don't you think that's enough exercise for the day? "
"Yeah, Mom" Tommy grunted, still working out. "In a minute. What's your rush anyway?"
Sally giggled as she dropped first her bra and then her soiled panties out the window, "Can you pick those up for me please?"
She wished she could have seen her son's face as her bra and panties landed on the grass just next to him. Tommy gasped as the undergarments fell beside him and he quickly looked up just in time to see his mother close the window.
He bent down to pick up the bra and panties and he could still feel the warmth of her body on them. The panties were wet at the crotch and Tommy groaned inwardly as he sniffed of his mother's scent.
He was still in a bit of a daze until he realised what this meant! He quickly ran into the house and up the stairs. His mother's room was closed! What was she playing at? Was he supposed to go in? Or maybe have a shower first? Maybe she accidentally dropped the underwear. A myriad of thoughts were racing through his head.
Sally had heard him race up the stairs and was wondering why he hadn't beaten the door down yet. It wasn't locked anyway but she realised that years of good upbringing had taught him never to walk in on a closed door. At least he could knock she smiled to herself.
"What's taking you so long Tommy?" She teased. "Did you bring up what I asked you too. Bring them to me."
