That evening went by slowly for Linda and Charlie. She fixed dinner, and the three of them ate mostly in silence, with meaningful glances being exchanged between the new lovers. Charlie excused himself after supper to go to his room to study, but his gaze wandered frequently to the closet door, and his mind was not on his textbook. Linda spent some time moving essential items into her new room, while Bryon sullenly watched TV in the den. At about 10 PM, Linda knocked lightly on Charlie's door, poked her head in and announced that she was going to bed. Without further explanation, she closed the door, went into her new room, and locked the door behind her.
Charlie was not in the habit of saying a formal good night to his father, but he didn't want to risk his father coming to his room and finding him missing, so at 10:15, Charlie walked down the hall, across the living room, and into the den. Bryon was reading with the TV still on, and Charlie said a cheery "'night, Dad", and walked back to his room.
So, how does one dress when one is headed through a hole in the sheetrock to fuck one's mother in the guest room? Surreal situations bring such odd questions to mind. Charlie debated this one for all of 2 seconds and then headed for the closet fully clothed, except for his shoes and socks. As he passed through the wall, the metaphorical nature of what he was doing occurred to him. Entering a hole/vagina into his mother's room/womb.
On the other side of the wall, the metaphor was gone, and there was only the outline of his mother in the moonlight, under a thin sheet, waiting. As he approached, she sat on the side of the bed, hugging him to her as he stood between her open thighs. Linda was attired in a black nylon slip with thin straps. Charlie was sure that she was wearing nothing else. In a moment, she looked up at him and held her index finger to her lips, reminding him to remain quiet. Then slowly, Linda began to undress her son.
Charlie was aroused by the sight, smell and feel of this beautiful redheaded woman, her slender fingers unbuttoning and removing his shirt and then unzipping his jeans. As his pants slid to the floor, Linda hugged him again, pressing the side of her face to the hard on in his briefs. Charlie leaned over her, running his hands through the thick curls of her hair, caressing the side of her face. With a little sigh, Linda moved her head away from him, simultaneously grabbing the elastic waistband of his briefs and inching them down to his knees, allowing his member bob freely against her cheeks. Charlie's knees quaked slightly as she grasped him and worked her tongue on the head of his prick.
Linda worked her son to an esoteric level of hardness that was far beyond mere adequacy. He was steely. It was an erection to be proud of, and one that should be put to good use. But not just yet.
After a few minutes of stroking and sucking, Linda lay back on the bed and moved over to the center. Charlie lay on his right side next to his mom and immediately embraced and kissed her, his uncomfortably erect penis denting the black nylon of her slip. For serene minutes, mother and son caressed, kissed, and hugged, lost in the bliss of expectation. Then taking charge, Charlie rolled Linda onto her back and began moving down her torso, kissing all the way. He could smell the faint sweet aroma of Linda's mother-hole, and he moved her left leg up over his shoulder to gain access to it. Always thinking of her son's comfort, Linda placed a pillow under the small of her back that brought her privates into better alignment with his searching mouth.
As Charlie dived in for the sweetness of Linda's quim, he had to move his weight to his left hip to accommodate his jutting cock. His mother opened up for him, and he noticed that she had trimmed her hair nicely. Charlie tried not to be too eager, but Linda still jumped reflexively as his tongue landed on her inner labia. With whispers and movements of her hands on his head, Linda showed her son what to do, and he was soon circling her clit with slow, soft movements of the tip of his tongue. Occasionally, he would lick down her vulva and take a dip into her opening. Then he moved back to work slowly on her clit again. Now he was in control, as she had been earlier, and he was experiencing the power as she experienced the pleasure. Charlie could feel her building up to a climax, as her hip movements increased and she put pressure on the back of his head. At her peak, Charlie felt the heat and dampness of his mother's thighs, and he increased the speed and pressure of his tongue just above her clit. As she came back down to earth, Charlie amused himself by sampling the fluid that was running out of her vagina and down her crack.
Linda urged her son up to the spot he had left earlier.
"What would you like to do?" she asked in a whisper.
"I want to see your whole body. I want to kiss it all, and then I want to fuck you," said Charlie.
Linda liked a man who knew what he wanted. She sat up and removed her black slip and lay back down and Charlie began to explore her. He attended to her tits first, their softness and warmth reassuring him. He rolled her body away from him and held her gently from behind, kissing her neck and shoulders, his pole insinuating itself between her ass cheeks. He worked his way down her backside with caresses and kisses until he came to her bottom. Then he push her the rest of the way onto her stomach and began kneading and kissing those tender mounds. With his left hand lightly touching her inner thighs, Charlie began to lick the upper portion of her crevice as Linda began to squirm. She didn't know what she thought about her son licking her ass, but it soon became apparent that he wanted to go further. As Charlie's tongue trailed down toward her anus, his mother began to form the idea of doing something she'd never tried before. But not tonight. That would have to be saved for later. Linda had never done anal intercourse.
Charlie reached the object of his current desire without his mother putting a stop to it, so he enjoyed himself for a while, insinuating the tip of his tongue into her tightest hole. All the while, Linda squirmed involuntarily, the new feeling somewhat disconcerting in its ability to arouse her. At length, Charlie moved on to his mother's thighs and calves, and then, having aroused himself in the process, rolled her on her back and moved up her frame until he was perched over her torso, his legs on either side of hers and his penis lying rigid on her abdomen. He leaned down and held her close, kissing her deeply, the heat of his penis contrasting with the coolness of her belly. He moved his right leg between hers, parting them, and slid his hips down. Charlie felt his balls dragging through his mom's red pubic hair until the head of his dick finally dropped between her open thighs. He was poised to enter her.
Leaving his left leg over her right and bent at the knee and hip, Charlie reached down and lifted Linda's left leg up and away from her body. Linda was anxious that he should enter her, and her hand wormed its way between them and wrapped around him, guiding him to her parted labia. There was nowhere else to go but straight ahead, and Charlie began to move that direction. As soon as the head was inside her, Linda removed her hand and let her son take the initiative. With measured strokes, he entered and withdrew, moving a little deeper each time as her juices wetted him. With his leg over hers, he had marvelous control without weighting her down, and he was able to ride "high in the saddle", the top of his slick penis running gently over her clitoris with each slow stroke.
Outside Linda's door, Bryon paused. Had he heard something, or was he just beginning to feel the effects of the separation his own actions had caused? He looked at the door, feeling guilty now for the way he had treated Linda these past few years. He was also feeling a newfound respect for her. She had announced to him that she was moving into the guest bedroom, formalizing the non-relationship that now existed, and she had done so with confidence. He had put her down so long to try and make himself feel better. Maybe he had started to believe those put downs, but now he was seeing his wife differently. And now, he would be seeing her a lot less.
The two lovers never knew that Bryon had been standing just outside the bedroom door as they labored silently within. Bryon didn't see his son's cock penetrating his redheaded wife repeatedly or hear her soft, muffled moaning. Bryon was getting ready for bed as Linda approached her climax, and he crawled between the sheets as Charlie ejaculated strongly into her. As Bryon fell asleep, Charlie and Linda were lying on their sides, caressing and kissing each other as his cock softened in her pussy. For a time, they all slept, but in the early hours, Charlie awoke and crept toward the hole in the closet wall, grabbing his clothes from the floor as he left.
Months went by. The lovers were careful enough and lucky enough not to arouse suspicion. Most nights, Charlie would crawl through the hole into his mother's room and quietly commit incest. Occasionally, they dared to meet under other circumstances, returning to the church parking lot or stealing quick caresses behind Bryon's back at home. There were a few close calls, but the more they got away with, the more exhilarating the affair became.
