Again this just carries straight on from the last chapter.
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Elaine drove home; the butterflies were back, she was certain her husband would know what she had just been doing. Nevertheless she could not prevent a broad grin, she felt so utterly satisfied, so much more so than from the strange encounters she had had recently. It had been an afternoon of perfect sex; she had felt in total control, not worrying about anything but the sheer act of fucking someone innocent and fresh. Someone who she knew would have no criticism of her, after all he had very little to compare her against, apart from his own mother!
She arrived home and rushed inside, she was a little later than she had hoped and her family would soon be returning. She rushed upstairs to change, stuffing her dirty clothes into a drawer, she could sort those out later. She slipped on the first things that came to hand, a pair of old jeans and a tatty sweatshirt, she did not bother with underwear, she was in a hurry. As she made her way back down the stairs, the front door opened and in rushed her two little girls followed by Gavin. He smiled and just looked her up and down.
"What?" she asked
"You look a sight!" he said, and kissed her cheek.
Elaine put her hands around his neck and kissed him on the mouth.
"I love you." she said, she truly did.
"You always look fabulous to me." he replied and kissed her back. "What's for dinner?"
Across town, Robbie strutted down his street, he felt ten feet tall. Life just could not get better than this. He looked at the picture on his phone with the hotel message under it. Then he moved to the next picture, Elaine spread out naked asleep on the cum soaked hotel sheets, the next a close up of her tits and contented sleeping face, finally a close up of her delicious cunt, hairy, wet and beautiful. He wished he had taken more, he wished she had not woken at that point, or rather he wished he had the idea to take pictures sooner. The irony of her husband, Gavin; having taken similar secret photos of Robbie's own mother would never be known to him.
Robbie patted his damp pocket for a third time, reassuring himself that Elaine's cunt soaked knickers were still safely in his care. He was surprised to see his mother's car in the driveway of their house. He opened the front door, "Hello!" he called.
"Hi son!" he heard from upstairs. He climbed the stairs and went straight to his room, he wanted to hide his prize and change his clothes. Despite his hotel shower he could still smell sex on his skin and his clothes held a slight aroma of Prada, Elaine's perfume. The knickers were secreted in a shoe box in his wardrobe and he had just removed his clothes when his mother walked in.
"Ohh! Sorry." she exclaimed, and turned to leave, then it dawned on her, "I don't suppose it matters now." she said and turned back to look at him. Robbie still covered his bulging manhood with his hands. "I didn't know you were going out?" she said.
"Last minute things for your birthday tomorrow." He lied.
"Oh please don't go to too much trouble."
"You're worth it." he grinned. "You're home early." he said, changing the subject.
"Yes. I had an appointment with a customer that took most of the afternoon; it wasn't worth going back to work. I thought I'd come home and surprise you."
"Ah, that explains it." It was a strange thing to say, but he was thinking of the phone call he had made to her office earlier that morning.
Irene glanced at his groin, she had been unable to concentrate all day because of their new arrangement and she had been feeling horny most of the afternoon. "I did wonder if you might want .... Need ... you know. You did say eight times a day!" She still could not believe that number.
"No, no I'm fine." he said. The afternoon spent fucking and being fucked by Elaine had more than satisfied his daily quota.
"Oh!" his mother looked a little crestfallen. She wanted to say "Well actually I could do with a bloody good wank myself." It came out as "I'll go put dinner on then." then as an after thought she added "perhaps later?"
"Ohhh yes, yes definitely." He wanted her to leave and let him be.
"OK then." She left.
He dropped onto his bed and let out a long breath. Life was certainly on the up. Irene had deliberately left him her dirty knickers on the top of the washing in the bathroom laundry basket, she was pretty sure they had not been touched, did that mean he was saving himself? Or that he was not interested? Jesus! Why was life so complicated. She busied herself making dinner, her mind playing out the scenarios for the evening. She was feeling good about their 'arrangement', she knew others would see it as down right strange, but frankly she did not care because they would never know.
She convinced herself that as long as they did not actually touch each other then what they were doing together was no different to what they had been doing in separate rooms. It was just a damn sight more honest and exciting. Besides, it was simply a bodily function; they were just helping each other carry out a necessary piece of maintenance work. She had been delighted and very encouraged by what the dictionary had to say about incest "Sexual relations between people classed as being too closely related to marry each other", followed by "The crime of having sexual intercourse with a parent, child, sibling, or grandchild." She had been bothered by the 'sexual relations' bit so she had looked that up too, 'plural noun, sexual intercourse'. It gave her peace of mind to know that what they were doing was far short of incest in the eyes of the Oxford English Dictionary. In fact it left the way open for far more than their recent fumblings.
She called Robbie to dinner, and they sat and ate in comparative silence. Her son seemed to be a mile away. In her head they would be a happy couple much like a husband and wife, chatting and laughing, sharing their woes. In reality they sat in silence, glumly eating their warmed up frozen pizza, with no prospect of real sex; they truly were like a married couple.
After dinner she started her usual routine, stacking the plates in the dishwasher.
"Shall we try another bottle of wine?" she asked cheerfully.
"If you like."
"Is there anything on the TV?"
"I don't know."
"Well I'm certainly looking forward to my massage." she said hopefully.
"I'm going to my room for a bit." he said and left the kitchen.
Irene stood holding two wine glasses, feeling very down. This was not how her mind had seen this evening. Surely the shine could not have gone from their new relationship so quickly?
He lay on his bed, once again flicking through the pictures on his mobile. His cock stirred in his jeans. He was feeling the 'down' after the 'up'. He knew that he would never get to fuck Elaine again. He thought of how much better it was to actually have sex than to imagine it, to actually have a woman squirming under his body, for her to touch him for her to need and want him. How it was so much better than what he and his mother had done. He laughed at his own feelings this morning after he had wanked in front of his naked mother, when he truly believed that things could not get better than that. How wrong he was. He was a new man now. He determined that he would seduce his mother, he would have sex with her and that she would beg for him to fuck her. Christ! How hard could it be? Given how far they had already gone.
There was a soft tapping on his door. "Son? Robbie? Can I come in?"
"Sure." He called. The door swung open, as he stuffed his phone into his pocket.
"Is everything ok son?"
Irene stood there with a glass of wine in either hand. "I thought you might like a drink." She offered a glass to him, he reached out and took it.
"Thanks mum." He said.
"You've been very quiet since you came home. Is there anything the matter?" she had genuine concern in her voice.
"No, everything is fine, really."
"I haven't done anything to upset you?"
"No, not at all."
"If you have any doubts about.... You know.... What we did, you only have to say."
"Honestly mum, everything is good."
"You would tell me though? Wouldn't you?"
"Yes, of course." He insisted.
"Well that's ok then. Here drink up." She clinked her glass on his and they both took a large swig.
