Karen trotted out of the photography studio, her heels clicking on the concrete sidewalk. She had just finished modeling a new line for the spring catalogue but the shoot ran long and she was running late. It was her son Dylan's last day of high school and Karen wanted to be home waiting for him, to congratulate him, when he got back.
Hurrying into her car and checking the time, Karen cursed and knew she wouldn't make it. Unfortunately, she needed to stop by her husband's office to get his signature on some of his bank papers; they couldn't wait and needed to be in the mail by five o'clock.
While driving, Karen reflected on how proud of Dylan she was. He was becoming a man. It was all happening so quickly, of late. Dylan would still be around for the summer, but then he'd be off to college to begin his own life. He'd probably find a pretty girlfriend and Karen's incestuous encounters with him would likely end. That fact saddened her greatly, but the realist within Karen knew that the affair was fated to end eventually. The time would soon come when she'd have to let him go. All the more reason to hurry home - perhaps there would be time to give him a hand job before he went to the school's all-night graduation party.
Arriving at her husband's office building, Karen grabbed her purse and the bank paperwork from the passenger seat. Her strides carried her past two young executives who both checked out the way her tanned legs looked in heels, beneath the floral sundress she was wearing. Smiling at their attentions, thoughts of Dylan popped into Karen's head. She fetched the cell phone out of her purse, entered the building, and dialed his number.
"Hi Dylan, it's mom." She said, getting her son's voicemail. "I just wanted to let you know my shoot ran long and I'll be home in a little bit. Hope to see you then sweetie, love you." Karen hung up the phone and noticed her husband's secretary wasn't at her desk outside his office. When she opened his office door, Karen froze and learned why.
Her husband was in his desk chair, pants around his ankles, and his secretary was on her knees giving him a blowjob! The two were so engrossed that they didn't even notice Karen in the doorway. Too stunned to do anything but stand there at first, Karen eventually looked down at the cell phone in her hand. Anger replaced shock and an idea sprung to mind. She began taking pictures with her phone's camera.
"No wonder you spend so much time at work you son of a bitch." Karen suddenly said.
"Holy shit...Karen!?" her husband sputtered, pushing the young secretary off his lap. "What are you doing he...I mean, oh fuck. Honey, let me explain..."
"Save it for the lawyers you bastard!" Karen yelled, snapping her cell shut and tucking it safely into her purse. "Don't bother coming home tonight! In fact, don't ever bother coming home again!"
"But...but honey...where am I supposed to stay?"
Gesturing at the embarrassed secretary with an angry glare, Karen yelled "Why don't you stay with your whore? I don't give a shit, we're through!" Tossing the bank papers towards her husband's desk, Karen stormed off.
Peeling out of the parking lot, Karen couldn't believe what an ass her husband was! No wonder he hadn't any shown interest in her body for a long time. And all this time she had been feeling guilty for cheating on him with their son. She realized her husband had probably been having an affair with that tramp for months, long before Karen began carrying on with Dylan. It was him that was responsible for her seeking companionship with Dylan in the first place! Karen suddenly laughed. She should be thanking her worm of a husband; if it wasn't for him Karen would never have known the gratification she'd enjoyed with Dylan these past weeks. No more guilt! Now she could divorce his ass; her and Dylan would no longer have to sneak around.
Dylan was in the kitchen having a snack when Karen got home. He sensed something was wrong when she came into the house as she looked hurt, or angry. "Mom, are you okay?"
"Yes honey, I'm fine." Karen said, setting her purse on the kitchen counter. "But I need to talk to you."
Dylan put his sandwich down and said, "Okay." The tone in his mother's voice scared Dylan. He feared their sexy encounters were about to come to an end.
"You're a man now so I don't need to sugar-coat these things for you. I just walked in on your father at his office. His tramp of a secretary was on her knees and sucking his cock."
"Seriously? Holy crap, mom, what did you do?"
"I took some pictures with my camera phone." Karen replied.
Dylan's eyebrows went up, "Really? Wow, that was pretty smart."
"I'm so sorry honey, but your father and I are probably going to be getting a divorce. Things haven't been very good between us lately, and now this..." Karen put a hand to her forehead and sighed. "I told him not to come home."
Considering that news, Dylan wasn't sure how he felt. It wasn't like he and his father were close; he always seemed to be more interested in work than he was in his son. Getting up, Dylan walked over to Karen and put his arms around her.
"It's okay mom, I understand. Are you okay?"
Karen nodded against her son's shoulder, hugging him back. "As long as I have my baby boy I'll be fine. I love you Dylan."
"I love you too mom."
Feeling Dylan's arms around her made Karen weak in the knees. The fantasy of stripping naked for him right there in the kitchen and offering her body suddenly filled her thoughts. Instead, she kissed him on the cheek and stepped out of the hug.
"So, you have your school graduation party tonight?"
Dylan nodded, "Yeah, most of the seniors are going. They keep the school open all night and we take pictures and play games and stuff. But mom, I don't have to go. I could stay home with you?"
"Don't be silly, honey. You should go and be with your friends. Once you're off for college you probably won't see many of them anymore."
"I'll still get to hang out with my friends this summer. I'd rather stay home with you tonight."
Karen smiled at her son, lifting a hand to his cheek. "You're such a sweetheart, you know that Dylan? But I'm fine, really. It's strange, but this situation with your father hasn't really upset me that much. I'm going to be okay."
"That's not what I meant." Dylan countered.
Karen gave her son an inquisitive expression.
"You said Dad wouldn't be home, right? Couldn't it just be us tonight, you and me?"
Karen's voice lowered in conspiracy, even though no one else was around to hear her. "Dylan, are you saying you want to have sex?"