Jen rolled off of her son, feeling like too much time had passed since they checked on her sleeping husband. What if he had woken up and was looking for them? What if he opened the door and found them, naked, lips and limbs entwined? She felt a shiver roll through her at the thought, and cursed her wicked libido.
"I'm going to check on your dad," she whispered.
As she rolled away from Ben and stood up, she could feel their combined juices flow out of her vagina, streaming down her legs. She cursed quietly and grabbed the closest piece of clothing on the floor - Ben's underwear, abandoned earlier.
A strange feeling crept over her as she realized what she was doing: Wiping her private area with her lover's underwear. Maybe not that unusual for normal folks, but her lover was her son. That thought sent a thrill through her nethers and an equal ache in her chest. The desire that had burgeoned on their vacation, that she had tried so hard to ignore, had blossomed into a sinful coupling not once, or twice, but three times. Where did they go now?
The question echoed in her head as she cracked the door open and carefully listened, then looked, for signs that Allen was awake. No sign, so she calmly walked out and down to her bathroom, buck naked, to clean up and contemplate.
Dinner prep still waited, so once she was presentable, she headed back to the kitchen to finish up. Her mind was roiling with impressions, feelings, desires, and questions as she chopped up vegetables. She'd come to grips with the fact that she was abnormal back in the hotel, that she was turned on by her own son. How had she gone from there to fucking him? The fact that it had happened baffled her, but she didn't regret it one bit. Did Ben?
The thought of Ben sent her mind on a sidetrack. The last hour had been so full of experiences and memories with him that she couldn't help but get lost in them. The feel of his hands on her hips when she stood in this exact spot, his penis pressed between her ass cheeks. The elation in her mind at the moment when she gave up resisting his advances and bent over to present herself to him. The moment when she gave in to her deviant desires, and allowed her son to mount her right there in the kitchen.
Her chopping slowed as the fresh memories caused her to start gushing into her panties again. What was going on? Why was she so taken by her son having his way with her? Why was she so willing to let it happen, even to pursue him in his own room? She was normally quite level headed, so why had she thrown caution to the wind like this?
This could be a bad thing.
Dinner was a muted affair. Allen stayed on the couch, preferring not to move to the dinner table, which meant that Jen and Ben ate without him there. Jen was careful not to stare at her son, or say anything untoward, as the dinner table was in full view of the living room where Allen was. He only had to turn his head to see them.
After dinner, mother and son cleared and washed up, in silence. Jen was so aware of his presence that she could feel where he was without looking. She wanted to touch him, kiss him, hold him, fold him up in her arms and never let him go. It was almost too much to be this close to him without being allowed to have her way with him.
Once done with the cleanup, and after checking on Allen, Jen went to her room to calm down. She lay on her bed, eyes closed, trying to examine her feelings. Slowly it dawned on her that she was acting like a schoolgirl with a crush, like she was infatuated with her son. Although... was it infatuation, or was it just plain lust? Jen tried to sort her feelings out, but every time she thought of her son, she got flutters in her belly. A mixture of nervousness and excitement that made her weak in the knees.
Cursing herself for her own confusion, Jen got up and changed for bed. She couldn't be with her husband or her son, so she was just going to sleep. Now wearing just a t-shirt and panties, Jen walked to the living room.
"Hey," she said to Allen.
He looked up from the TV. "Hey. Are you off to bed?"
"Yeah. Are you okay? Where are you sleeping? There or in bed?" she asked.
"I'm pretty comfortable here now, I don't want to have to go through the whole process again in bed." He was propped up on pillows to protect his face and chest from being touched, and had a container of aloe nearby.
"Okay. Goodnight. I hope you feel better soon," she said.
"Thanks. Love you," he said.
She smiled back and said, "Love you, too."
As she walked back to her room, she contemplated her last words. She did love him. She did. This thing with Ben was just new and exciting and it would blow over soon. He would go on with life, and she would stop cheating on her husband. In fact, she would start the process now, and stop this Ben thing in its tracks. Starting tomorrow.
Sleep that night was slow in coming, and she tossed and turned for a couple hours before drifting off to a restless sleep.
***
The next morning was her first day back at work. Jen showered and tried not to think of her son. She got dressed and avoided wondering what he would think of her outfit of a skirt and blouse. She ate breakfast and put the image of him sleeping in the nude in his room to one side. What else was she supposed to do?
Allen was staying home from work due to the sunburn, so she set him up with water bottles, snacks and a kiss before leaving for work.
The ride to her office was mundane, normal, and not at all filled with thoughts of her son plowing her pussy from behind. She ate lunch that day at her regular place, determinedly not comparing the texture of the pasta cream sauce to her son's semen. She also grabbed groceries after work, sure to not stare at the pineapple and wonder how a diet of sweet fruit would affect the taste of his load, as it sprayed against her tongue. All in all, it was a good day for avoiding thinking of Ben, and she was proud of herself.
Back at home at the end of the day, Jen pulled into the driveway and started to unload the groceries. Ben bounded out of the house and started helping her. She smiled at him gratefully, and didn't imagine sticking her tongue between his lips.
As they put the groceries away in the kitchen, Jen said, "How was your day? Any leads on the job hunt?"
"No leads. I didn't get much done on that front, actually. I was a little distracted," he replied.
"Oh? Why were you distracted?"
"I, uh, I listened to your advice," he said, shifting back and forth on his feet.
"Advice? How so?"
"You said you liked your lovers to be groomed. I've never done that before, so it took some experimentation."
The prospect of him doing that for her broke her resolve, that easily. "Can I see it?" she whispered.
"Here?" he whispered back.
