In theory the days that followed that first night of fun - by which I mean my introduction to the weird wired world of incestuous fucking - should have been full of guilt and self-recriminations.
What sort of loving mother would delightedly spread her legs to welcome her beloved son's cock into her hot, wet pussy? How could such a woman climax so much as her boy filled her with his teenage spunk? Why wasn't she running, screaming to the nearest sexual therapist?
Well, no matter how I tried to conjure up all the negatives, my answers to those three questions were resolutely: a) This sort of mother, b) with intense delight, and c) because she felt that it was right. Wrong but right.
No matter how I attempted to cast the whole incident in a negative light, I just couldn't. Especially as Matt and I just couldn't leave each other's bodies alone and the sex - every time, and there were many, many times - was totally fucking awesome. I climaxed more often in the first forty-eight hours than I had in the previous forty-eight weeks. Possibly the previous four hundred and forty-eight weeks.
My little boy had certainly grown up and yet his lack of knowledge of the finer details of sexual relationships was a surprise on many levels. To be sure, he knew exactly what to do to make my eyes light up and to set off small explosions of ecstasy in all my right (and wrong) places - with a tiny bit of prompting - but some of the basics were a mystery to him.
One example came to light on the very first morning when he limped, naked, into the kitchen to find me at the sink, also naked, washing a pill down my throat.
"Seasick, ma?"
I turned and smiled at him, the very act of letting him see my nudity in daylight sending a shiver through my belly, "Given the amount of rocking that went on last night I should be, but no, that was a morning-after pill."
"I really want to know what one of them is, but I also want to know if everything we said last night was still true."
"Second part first, then," I was rather curious myself, "The answer is yes, as far as I'm concerned, and I rather thought that me standing here letting you gawp at every inch of my naked flesh might have given you the response."
He breathed an over-dramatic sigh of relief, "I was so hoping that's what you'd say. Really, though, are you feeling ill?"
I laughed, "Very much not, although a tad sore - and before you ask, yes you can kiss it better - but the tablet? That's because I'm not actually on the pill and I really don't want to become the mother of your son - and brother. I somehow think that any protection you might have got laying around didn't get a chance to be used last night."
"There wasn't much time for thinking about condoms," he nodded, "Should I go get them now?"
"If I say 'no', don't get the wrong idea. They're pretty much necessary for you in this day and age if you don't want to get a girl pregnant and don't want to catch anything. We're different. I'm going to start taking the pill again which will kick in after a few days so pregnancy is not an issue, and I happen to know the results of our latest blood tests so, since you were still a virgin before last night, and since I'm clean, there's no worries there."
"So... you mean we can still... do it again... like last night?"
"You mean, are we going to fuck again - bare-back - then I hope so. Do you still want to?" It was a fear that had been creeping up on me ever since I'd woken with him by my side - the fear that he might not want to carry on.
"Yes! Oh, ma, yes!" He laughed with what I could tell was a relief borne of his own fear about very the same thing, "And I swear I'll keep my promise! No one else will ever know, I'll go to uni when I have to and... what was the other one?"
"Trust you to forget about a lesson!"
"Less- Oh, you mean a lesson in love-making rather than just..."
"Fucking, yes."
He smiled, suddenly sheepish, "Yeah, ma, I want that too.
I held my arms wide to accept a hug and Matt closed the distance between us in a flash, "Oh, Matty, here's lesson one. For a start, you can't make love to someone if you don't love them - properly love them - and I have the strongest feeling that we've got that one covered. And before you start on lesson two, you need to know that lesson one has a caveat, so take your hands of my bare butt," the feel of his hard cock pressed into the flesh of my belly was becoming a serious distraction, "Patience, my Matty."
He shrugged and stepped back, "I'm not sure I can wait long, but I'll try."
"The caveat," I smiled, "Is that loving someone means you have to get to know their likes and dislikes, and this particular lady - well, female - likes to have a coffee before she does anything else in the morning, okay?"
"I guess I can wait that long, even though you look so good like that, so sexy."
I'm not sure that a naked woman is supposed to have enough reserve to blush, but I confess I did colour a little at my son's words of praise. "Sweet," I managed, "And if you help make the brew, I think that maybe we can soon take care of that gorgeous erection you have there."
Matt was overjoyed and his eyes flicked around the bright kitchen, before settling back on my nakedness with open desire in his eyes, "Before I grab the coffee maker, can I just say something?"
I really did need the coffee, but I was now intrigued by what my boy might say, "Make it fast."
"Ma, I was gonna say... in this light it's almost as exciting as the first time I saw you... saw your body... saw your tits and pussy... And you really are so beautiful."
"Aesthetics as well as lust," my mind loved the first of those things, my body adored the second, "Thank you, angel."
"Are you sure you need that coffee?"
I snorted a laugh, relieved to feel the new tension shatter, "Yes!"
Matt dashed over to the cupboard where we kept the coffee machine when I wasn't working at home, and then busied himself with the grinder. I fetched two mugs and the sweeteners - I'm not carrying any spare fat and intend to stay that way until Mother Nature decides otherwise regardless of my refusal to add sugar - and was ready long before the machine sat bubbling on the counter.
I stood watching it, my hands either side of its hissing bulk, willing it to get a move on. I needed the coffee, that was true, but as sore as it was, my pussy wanted more. Matthew was struggling to maintain his control as well and before the final hisses told us that the coffee was ready, he moved up behind me, close enough that I could feel the hardness and heat of his engorged cock touching my bare butt.
