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.
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