Love Lust And Laughter

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!'

Fixing that, the sounds of the mower's engine blended with the purr of the toy and she was hit with another staggering reaction. Nearly in tears, knowing it was wrong but she couldn't stop. Before she knew it, a third wave hit her with such an unbelievable surge, she passed-out with the vibrator still purring away inside her.

All the while the image of her half naked son was clear in her dreaming mind.

What threw her completely was the discovery that since that day, Sarah could no longer masturbate without her mind going to that memory. Without reliving the sight of his muscular back and chest. Causing her feelings began to grow fiercely possessive, her desperate hope was for him to find the girl. Only to have this dashed, as he was no longer even trying to get a date.

Sarah was well aware others had noticed what a year of focused exercise and near constant chores had done. Girls, as well as some women, were avidly admiring his maturing body. Sarah couldn't help a hot wet spurt of jealousy over this.

'How dare they stare at my Dave!'

On the other hand, Dave's problem had not only continued, it had increased. His feelings for his beautiful mum had only deepened in the passing year. His desperate efforts to exhaust his feelings and ensure she did not think of him in those terms had left him blind to the attention he was getting from girls his age.

After her jealous spurt, Sarah was delighted he continued to ignore them. Not only that, she found herself flushed with pleasure, like a young girl with her first crush.

As you might expect, Dave had no idea that he had failed. His year-long drive to rid himself of his deepening love for Sarah, had made him the focal point of her desires and her nightly masturbation. Before her admiring eyes, he had grown into a fine young man. The kind of man who caused a conflicted mum to evolve into a thoroughly aroused woman.

All during this time, Martin's infrequent returns home were barely registered by Sarah and Dave. Since these were usually a few days busily with him planning his next round of trips. His disinterest in his wife only served to smooth things along to his next departure and their inevitable surrender.

A few weeks later, the tipping point was finally realized by something sadly regular in Sarah's life. A call from Martin, a loud airport drowning out half of his words, another postponed return, another lucrative opportunity to good to pass up.

For the rest of that day, loneliness wrapped around her until she found herself crying in her big empty bed. Another session with her vibrator only served to highlight the inadequacy of plastic over love. These episodes were happening more and more often. Even the memory of the mowing day was fading. Her crushing disappointment suddenly flared into angry resentment and conviction that he was seeing someone else. 'I want to be held, kissed, touched...fucked!' She screamed, internally.

In a moment of blinding intensity, Sarah realized that Martin's disinterest was not going to change. If there was a chance of it happening, it would have happened before now. Heedless of consequences, driven to seek what was long denied, Sarah tossed back the duvet and got to her feet. It was the work of a moment to shucked her simple nightie to the floor followed by her night-time underwear. Stretching up on to her toes, facing the ceiling until she heard a series of pops. Her expression came back down with a sultry smile. Opening the door to the landing, she strode to Dave's room as naked and pink as the day she was born. She stormed into his room only to stop cold!

Dave was naked too. Lying on his bed masturbating a sizable cock and to her hot wet delight, he was murmuring, not mum - but Sarah!

She was at his bedside without even noticing crossing the distance. Her hand moving his out of the way, even as her leg swung over his legs. She lowered her needy dripping cunny onto his hot-hard shaft. Leaning forward, she saw his dark green eyes open wide as his senses went from a sensual fantasy to sexual reality. The light of love and to her complete horny joy, passion lit them fiercely. She explored his mouth with a tongue filled kiss. There were no words nor any need for them. Only a release from terrible frustration. A dropping of the burden of their denial. A long overdue expression of their longing.

Even as she continued her slow exhilarating slide down his cock. His strong hands took the open invitation to explore her body. Dave's gaze travelled upwards, devoured the sleek smoothness of her thighs to the small patch of reddish-brown hair where they met. He was caught by the mesmerizing sight of his cock disappearing into the very place where he was born. It was as if there was some kind of pulsing, warm electrical current passing between where their bodies joined. His pre-cum slick fingertips stroked the warmth of her thighs. Her tits came into view as they flushed. Her crinkled nipples making his mouth water. The surrounds were small though the actual nipples were quite long. His hot breath made them tingle exciting Sarah even further.

As the heat from him filled her body, she felt his hands slip up her back and gently pull her towards him. This caused part of his cock to leave her and a flare of regret flash through her. 'I want it all inside,' she moaned to herself.

That regret vanished instantly as a hot mouth sucked and pulled in her left nipple. The earlier tingle became a rippling sensual wave connecting to her clit, making her gasp in surprise.

Looking down, seeing him breathless and needful, for just a moment it wasn't a tall powerful young man, but a babe in a hospital blanket suckling her.

A deep wave of strong maternal love merged with the deep searing exhilaration filling her. Only for her to be brought back to the present by something no new-born could do. Her hard-charged left nipple was being nibbled and the other was being rubbed by a calloused palm. Her clit now being ground against his pubis. All this was driving her already hot passion to a fever pitch she had never known with Martin. In the freedom of the moment, guilt fell away from her grateful Soul even it as it was suddenly left bare before the screaming release of orgasm.

Became aware of her surroundings again, she was on her back. Her powerful lover had taken charge. His burning cock was pounding her body with focused power. She was breathless in a state of rising frenzy. Words of love and lust fell from her mouth followed by devouring kisses. Her fingernails drew blood down his back. Her teeth sank into his shoulder, though this only caused him to increase the speed of his trusts into her body.

Her every sense and intuition were open to him in a way she had only dreamed about. A state of pleasurable intimacy that she only ever hoped existed. Her universe was him! She instinctive knew what was about to happen before he did. His breathing grew ragged, his thrusts grew stronger, faster. Stretching her inner muscles into rarefied bliss. Everything about her was open and ready to receive that which was only for her. His hips did not require direction. His mind blanked as bolt after bolt of burning pleasure left him...

...to create the blinding pulse of a continuing orgasm in her, that somehow backfired into him, igniting them both!

A year of moments flowed through them. Glances taken as hopeful. Touches that made their blood sizzle. An endless procession of unfulfilled need. All of these combined to be exorcised in a blinding-bonding act. It was some time before they recovered, wrapped in each other, sharing a truly unexpected intimacy.

Days became weeks and the reaction to such a soul-deep consummation was simple. Knowing this dream lived on borrowed time, they celebrated by sharing everything they had. Not merely in bed but in all they did. They gave so much of themselves and so willingly, they forgot they were someone's wife and son.

Two weeks after he had been due home, Martin did arrive home by taxi. By complete accident, he had even remembered their anniversary was due. He wanted to give Sarah something nice so she would keep up the uncomplaining wife bit. He dimly remembered she liked lilies and those Greek King chocolates. Women loved when husbands remembered that kind of thing, didn't they? Gifts like this always seemed to wipe problems away. As he was only home for today, tomorrow and then, was off to Chicago for contract renewals and afterward, Carla.

The body of the stunning blue eyed, mid-western ex-farm girl filled his mind and his Y-fronts, making him pause on the doorstep. 'A day with wifey and the same old lay...' he mused. 'then, back to honey-haired heaven. Afterward, 'Frisco for the years end planning meetings, and Nina's hot Asian curves down in the Chinese market place to follow...'

He was so absorbed by his erotic body hopping, he didn't notice certain things at first, though you don't remain Salesman of the Year four years straight in a cutthroat business by missing much. As he stood the hall doorway in his dark rumpled flight suit and tie, with the flowers and chocolates tucked into the crook of his arm, staring at the bottom of the front door and the floormat below it. His keys were still in the lock and his hand still on the handle. The hall door had opened silently and hadn't dragged the mat with it.