Cole strolled into the house at 3:15 to find his mother at the kitchen table, a cup of coffee in her hand, wrapped in her bathrobe. She had removed the lipstick. He immediately sensed that she was most definitely NOT okay.
"Mom?"
"Cole, honey. Sit down." She could smell the sweat through his clothes and noticed that he was in his typical workout clothes--T-shirt, sandals, baggy gym shorts. Kim took the next few minutes to relate her Chloe encounter to him.
"What are we going to tell her, Cole?" It was not in keeping with her to defer such things, and Cole sensed the opportunity to help.
"Well, Mom, we just tell her the truth."
"The truth? Cole, sweety......" She began, but he interrupted her. "Mom, she said she'd keep this quiet, right? I'm guessing the least we owe her is the truth about what she saw, and then, let's just go from there and see what happens." His right hand was on her knee now. He had scooted his chair more closely to her, and they were nearly face-to-face.
"Cole, has it occurred to you that I might be pregnant with your child? I told you I was on top of my fertile cycle, and we both behaved irresponsibly."
"Yes, mother, it has."
"O.k., so--what--you're o.k. with that? Are you nuts? I'm supposed to be the responsible one. How in the hell did I let this happen?"
"Mom, stop. You're escalating. Just breathe." Cole took her hands in hers. "We both knew what we were doing. Well, at least we do now, and yes, I'm not just okay with it; I'm over the top about it."
Kim raised her head up. "Seriously, Cole. You don't know what you're saying."
"Oh, I don't, do I? Do you actually think I wasn't aware of the risks when you told me you were ovulating? Do you actually believe I didn't want to do this with you? Mom, you're amazing both as a mom and as a lover, and if you think I'm going to say I regret this, you're just kidding yourself."
Kim dropped her head into her lap. "Oh, Cole, baby. Stop. You don't know what you're saying."
"All right, Mom. Let's just see who's kidding who." He pulled out his cell phone, opened his texts, and said, "You're going to watch this with me."
"No, Cole, stop. Stop this."
"Nope. You open your eyes and watch, Mom." Cole pressed the play button, and his mother watched as 79 seconds of unadulterated lust and love replayed on his phone's screen. She saw her beauty. She remembered how she felt in that moment, and her mind drifted to the ecstasy she had shared with her son over the past 48 hours.
"Cole, that's just me, out of control, that's all." He was having none of it. "Well, Mom, then I'm also out of control, and we're going to be out of control together, I guess."
"What am I going to tell your father, hmmm? How am I supposed to tell him we committed incest, Cole? How do I tell him I'm in love with my son? How am I supposed to tell him that I'm carrying his son's baby? "
"We'll do it together, Mom, if that's what you want, or we don't have to tell him at all, if THAT'S what you want."
"I've never lied to him before, Cole." Kim was looking up at him, her eyes pleading for a sense of direction.
"We don't have to decide now, Mom. Let's just think about it for a bit, o.k.?"
Kim stood. "I really do need a shower, Cole."
Cole stood and gently hugged her. What Kim thought was his half-erection was just his penis bunched up in his shorts. "Mr. happy again, huh?" She gently pressed her hands into his shorts, noticing now that his unit was bunched up tight, almost curled into a ball.
"Cole? What the heck."
Cole smiled back at her, looking down. "I, uh, haven't changed out of my jockstrap, Mom. I saw your video and, well, you know, I thought..."
Time stood still for them both. Kim's prior influx of hormones hadn't gone anywhere since her interaction with Chloe; it was just repressed from her negative emotions. Now, in Cole's arms, how he smelled unlocked the door, and the awareness that he was still wearing his jockstrap after a 4-hour practice threw it wide open. Her body flushed.
"Cole, Sweety. Please don't." Her face flushed deeper. Her will weakened. She desperately wanted him to let her go, but she welcomed his arm parting her robe, gently opening the garment, starting to expose her nakedness to him again.
"You didn't shower yet, did you?"
It wasn't a question; he was taking control. He looked directly in her eyes. She melted. "No, honey, you asked me not to, remember." She felt her nipples stiffen as the cool air met them between her son's gently massaging fingers.
"Good girl." Cole's use of that phrase caused his mother's knees to weaken. Her son's comments made her feel 18 again. She leaned into him, feeling her pussy lips thicken. Such an alpha male. His praise made her want to do anything he asked.
"Mom, I was serious when I told you that, and quite frankly, it wasn't a question, so let's try again. I'm going to go out and get my duffel bag from the car. You have 5 minutes."
He retracted his hands from her waist, closed her robe, and kissed her cheek as he spoke the last phrase. "Lipstick. Nothing else, Mom. I'll be back in just a second." He turned to leave but paused. Turning back, he added to his last comment. "I like this video, Mom. If you want to put those shoes back on, that'd be o.k. too."