Sarah and Martin had been together for almost 18 years. They had been good years, at first. Sarah enjoyed their closeness, his attention and loved him deeply. Her pregnancy seemed a perfectly natural continuation of that love. Through the course of the pregnancy it became difficult for her to have sex. During this time his attention shifted almost completely to his work. Two lucky breaks had allowed him to secure contracts for several large companies in quick succession. The notoriety, the money and the ability to travel had excited and emboldened Martin. It was on one of these trips the effects of a largely non-existent sex life overrode his good sense and he ended up in bed with a woman from the hotel bar. This was his first encounter with an Escort. As it turned out, he was absolutely delighted that he only had to pay her and a continuation was very negotiable. In fact, he spent every night of his working week in bed with this particular Escort and managed to get himself an excellent rating with the company she worked for.
On returning to his very pregnant wife, he was thanked for being thoughtful enough to use the hotel's laundry instead of bringing home dirty clothes. He did have much choice with another woman's evocative scent on them.
This was just the beginning. Martin's time away only increased as did his rating with the various Escort companies in the cities he visited regularly. With Sarah completely unsuspecting, years passed in this manner. Martin's home life and Sarah's love-life dwindled considerably.
Sarah and Dave were mother and son. They were also madly in love but these feelings did not just appear overnight. They built slowly in them over the better part of two years. They knew their feelings were dangerous and they struggled to suppress their mutual longing but, in the end, it was that very denial that caused those feelings to grow too strong and pervasive to ignore.
Sarah had tried to resist, as Dave's mother, she knew was it was wrong and the risk of discovery by her husband was very real, but then, he was part of the problem.
She knew Martin was a sales rep and a very good one, being so completely devoted to making his deals, she had come to believe he now equated enough money to be comfortable with showing love to his wife. It was the same with his sons continuing education, rather than spending time or showing any interest in Dave's school accomplishments.
Over time, Sarah had come to crave the love and attention that Martin's behavior left her without. Both of which her rusty haired son lavished her with freely and expecting only her happy smile in return or so she believed. Without realizing or actually recognizing and yet largely responsible for it, Martin's neglect forced them together and opened the door for what followed to become intimate.
Dave was instinctively aware that his feelings for his mum were considered wrong. He even knew in a distant kind of way that there were laws against acting on his feelings. To be honest, he didn't really care. Every time he saw his beautiful mother, his heart pounded as his mind went completely blank. He simply drank in everything about her. From her tumble of shoulder-length strawberry curls to the electric green of her eyes. From the scatter of freckles across her elfin face to the scent of her creamy, flawless skin. From her dainty feet to the fluid grace of her movements to her perfect five-foot-seven-inch height; all of which combined to entrance his young mind.
Dave was well aware that this could so easily be teenage infatuation. Sourced in his raging hormones, except for one undeniable fact. His hyperactive cock wasn't putting in its usual distracting appearance. Only his feelings were involved. Those ever-deepening and heartfelt feelings. Over time he came to understand there was nothing left for him to do but accept that he had genuinely and hopelessly fallen in love with his own mother. Just as he was aware of her feelings towards his never-there dad, Dave also knew he had no hope of her seeing him as anyone beyond her son. This left him in a quandary, with nothing left to do only channel the intensity of his feelings into being the best son he could be.
Whenever his overstimulated desires threatened to turn him into a brat or overwhelmed his resolve, which was often, he would excuse himself to the make-shift garage gym he had devised and exercise all that nervous energy out of him. At other times, he would use that same energy to clean their house, though only when she is not home. This is not so out of embarrassment, it was simply that she would insist on helping and her closeness would send him to the garage even faster.
Maintaining their large front and back gardens helped, as she hated gardening in all its mucky forms. What repairs he knew how only inspired him to learn those he couldn't. At first, he thought cooking would be simple to master, follow the ingredients and you get a tasty meal, similar to assembling a set of shelves. Only to experience a rude awaking. The concept of tasting and adjusting had never occurred to him before. His burgeoning pride refused to give in. Slowly and with surprisingly few false starts, he was able to take over that chore from his mother. Dave also made history, by becoming, possibly, the only man in history to ever read the instruction manual cover to cover first before using the washer-dryer. Meaning he got the laundry right, first time.
This included Sarah's intimate items, none of which he tried to pocket for any nightly masturbation.
Dave saw these as individual acts yet hoped they would be taken as a whole. Though these were a desperate attempt to reduce his natural high energy to tolerable levels, still there was no peace for him. His only answer was to add more chores, more repairs, more activities to his twice daily intensive workouts. Though all that was really achieved was a constantly evolving and improving stamina followed by an exhausted state that sent him to bed each night to sleep deeply.
Few athlete's training regimes are actually much different. Just as those athletes worked towards a medal, a ranking or a title; he desired the opposite. Dave was desperately hoping not to achieve something. He knew that one day his resolve would fail and he would admit the truth to her. This both terrified and exhilarated him, a prospect that kept him on edge even when he had no reason to be, only added to his growing store of nervous energy.
A chance overheard comment of hers to a friend in conversation concerning her tired feet and lower legs had him studying massage videos on the Internet. Sarah worked part-time in the local shopping center on the perfume counter. This involved her standing for long hours in high heels to increase her height and a tight uniform to enhance her attractiveness.
Dave had only been studying the videos a few days before his opportunity came.
Her return from a busy afternoon in the shopping center was announced by an expensive pair of five-inch heels flying across the living room to narrowly miss the stone fireplace.
This was too good an opportunity to miss. Turning from where he was finishing up his homework at the dinner table to witness her actual arrival and guilt at the broken heels, Dave told her directly. 'Take your off tights off, mum. I'll rub your feet.'
Sarah blinked, still unused to her son's new attitude towards the house and her problems. Right now, a massage for her abused toes and calves sounded wonderful. Also, she couldn't help but notice that if he could help out, there was no asking permission, it was just done. This confident, take charge air was a perfect tonic in her lonely life.
Within minutes she was lying on the big leather cushions of the couch with her bare feet in his lap as he sat cross legged facing her. She was more than prepared to jerk her feet away at the first tickle, instead she found herself trying not to moan too loudly as all tension and soreness vanished under those skilled hands. The technique he was using was not only to ease pain but also excite. So, when it was finished, she was left feeling slightly buzzed for the rest of the evening without even a glass of wine to explain why?
Of course, Sarah had noticed what her son's efforts around the house and was enjoying it. In the same way she would enjoy an unexpected weekend away. Threating it as something in the nature of a once-off, though not counted on. However, as time went on, she noticing more and more jobs about the house being taken care of in her absence, it was a delight to be proved so wrong. A case in point was the kitchen table. Huge and handmade by her great-great - possibly even one more great - grandfather, was sanded smooth and revarnished flawlessly.
Another was the gardens. They were simply beautiful to look at. The garage was neatly arranged, all the tools tidy and well maintained. For the first time in many weeks, she explored the house while he was out. Finding jobs that that had gone undone for months, even years, were not just done but done so well she was genuinely amazed.
What caused her amazement to deepen still further was that Dave wasn't stopping.
More and more chores required no attention from her. Allowing her much more restful evenings and weekends, not to mention many more impressive feet and later, shoulder rubs. Which left her delightfully energized rather than merely relaxed. These massages became something she deeply appreciated and unintentionally, began counting on.
By the end of the first year of this new arrangement, she could see that her Dave wasn't just going to exhaust himself or get bored. On a rare warm day in winter, she caught sight of him through the kitchen window dressed only in shorts and trainers mowing the back garden.
As she watched, her breathing grew quicker, her thoughts grew less. Within minutes, she pulled away from the view to dash for the kitchen stairs and the safety of her bedroom. Locking the door behind her, she tore off her grey yoga pants. Her knickers were almost ripped away, overbalancing her. Causing her to fall sideways onto the bed, she rolled onto her belly, reaching for the far bedside drawer, unlocking it and drawing out her favourite vibrator. Instead of her normal leisurely admiring, she simply reversed it and plunged it into the overheated depths of her cunny. The reaction was immediate and immense, leaving her gasping! Kerrist! She thought, staggered, 'I haven't even turned it on!'
