If you have not read the Story before this, Taking Mum, I suggest you do so in order for certain references and terms to be properly understood. Otherwise, enjoy!
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Michael left home at 07:30 the next morning, making sure he was gone before his parents woke as his Mother had told -- no - commanded him to. He wasn't feeling all that brilliant now it was the morning after. He still wanted her again and was planning ways to do so, but at the same time he was feeling sorry for Mellissa.
It must have been hard last night, putting on a perfect face after what had happened only minutes earlier. He hated that he had put his Mother in such a position but he wasn't sorry for what he'd done. He'd thoroughly enjoyed it and no matter how much she might want to deny it, he knew she had, too.
The more he thought about it, while he drove his 1994 Ford Mustang to Westside Pavilion, the evidence was clear. She hadn't run when she'd found him 'asleep' naked, instead she had all but handled his cock. Later, inspired by the sight of it, she had pumped her pussy with a 10" dildo. Also, although he knew second level was all consuming, if she had really, truly not wanted him she could have done something. Then afterward, it was clear she struggled to keep her eyes off it.
Remembering Westside wouldn't be open for another 3 hours as it was a Sunday, he instead stopped outside Cheviot Hills, deciding he would blow off some steam on a run round the park. Two hours later, after a few laps around the park and several other exercises, he returned to the car sweating and exhausted.
After towelling dry, he lay in the back seat and decided to pass the time with a nap. When he woke it was a little before 11 and the mall would be open by now. He clambered into the front of the car and set off for Westside's parking area. Having parked, Michael quickly swapped his shorts for a hoody and a pair of jeans he'd brought with him and then left the car, making sure to lock it as he walked away.
After meandering aimlessly for an hour or more through the mall he found himself outside of Footlocker. After a quick look inside, he saw his friend Kyle was working that day and went in. Kyle greeted him warmly, relieved to have some company as he was on his own besides the backroom guy. He could tell straight off though that something was wrong with Michael and he asked him about it. Michael simply stated he and his Mother had had a fight the night before and had been told to clear off for the day. Kyle replied that that must be why his parents (good friends with Michael's step-father) had been invited last minute to a BBQ at Michael's house, to make up for Michael not attending.
Michael was instantly peeved at the news but he dismissed the feeling quickly, belatedly realising it was his fault he wasn't going anyway and he should have known his Mother wouldn't have let the food go to waste. Michael spent a few more hours there, keeping Kyle company and doing odd jobs around the store when Kyle was too busy to do them. When the mall closed, Kyle invited him to stay at his for the night in case things hadn't blown over with his Mother. Michael doubted they would have so he accepted Kyle's invite. They spent the night drinking and playing video games while chatting about this and that.
The next day, Michael went straight from Kyle's to College. When he finally got home, to his surprise, Mellissa greeted him as if nothing had ever happened and was her usual bright self. His step-father was a little grumpy about not knowing where Michael had been the last two days but besides this life at home seemed normal.
Michael put this down to his Mother being true to her word that she wouldn't tell her husband. He guessed she was waiting to have that TALK with him till next time they were alone or when his step-father was next away. He decided it would be better if it were the latter so that they would have time to recover afterward so his step-father wouldn't notice. To make sure it waited till then, over the next two weeks he spent as much time at college and out of the house as possible, even thinking up reasons to leave the house when his step-father went out, sometimes just going with him.
The weather had been a mixed lot while his step-father was home and not exceptionally hot. Because of this, Michael had noticed Mellissa used it as an excuse not to wear a lot of her skimpier stuff she would usually not give a second thought over. But the day her husband left it was another scorcher, just like the day he had returned and he had forced everyone outside to enjoy the Sun. Mellissa couldn't avoid her good weather clothes anymore so she thought what the hell and had donned Daisy Duke shorts and a halter neck top. Michael had noticed first thing that morning and had had to fight to keep his dick from getting hard each time he saw her. He also could see her black-silk bikini jutting out in certain places.
They had spent the day playing out door games including ground-ball, a lazy version of base-ball, toss and catch and several others. Some had been contact games and this drove Michael mad, rubbing up against his Mother while trying to get the football for example. By mid-afternoon, his Mother had retired to the Jacuzzi and he had excused himself saying he needed to go lie down out of the heat.
As soon as he got to his room he pulled his curtains almost to. Then he watched them through the slit. By now his step-father had moved to his Mother, sitting aside the Jacuzzi, one hand balancing him, the other stroking Mellissa's hair while they talked. A pang of jealously went off in Michael's head and he grimaced to himself. Then he turned away sharply when it looked like his step-father was getting ready to join her properly.
He lay on his bed and masturbated to thoughts of it being him down there, getting into the water with her, cuddling close and receiving kisses from her full lips which he so badly wanted to taste again. He came to images of fucking her in the Jacuzzi before cleaning up the evidence and changing his shorts, dumping the others in his laundry bin. He spent the next couple of hours going over again and again all the scenarios he had dreamt up over the last two weeks about what might happen when they did talk and how to steer each one round to him fucking her again. He had ceased awhile ago to care that it was his Mother he wanted. To him she was just the most perfect and sexy women alive and he wanted her.
He heard them come upstairs close to 5pm and go into their bedroom. About 20 minutes later, they came back out and there was a knock at his door. Calling for them to enter, his step-father stepped into the room. He remained by the door while he said his goodbyes.
"Take care of your Mother," was his parting remark.
Michael glanced at Mellissa standing on the landing. She gave him a meaningful look from which he could tell that the talk would be tonight. Somewhere inside him a little voice wanted to just say 'I already have, Dad, if you know what I mean?' but instead he just said:
"Sure, Dad."
His step-father closed the door and he heard them descend downstairs. He listened to the sound of his step-dad's car starting up and driving away and waited for the front door to close. Upon hearing it, he waited for the inevitable call but it didn't come. Instead he heard her coming upstairs.
'What? Does she want to talk in here? That's just begging for it,' he thought.
But no, she passed his room and went into hers. Five minutes later he heard her return to the landing and then go back downstairs. He waited but nothing happened so he decided just to wait here till she sent for him.
His step-father had been gone for over an hour when she finally called for him. Swallowing, Michael made his way downstairs. When he came into the living room the first thing he noticed is that the two armchairs had been moved to face each other instead of the Plasma. The second was that his Mother was sat in one of them and had changed her clothes and snagged her usually loose hair into a ponytail. Instead of the halter and short-shorts she had been wearing, she now wore a formless, woolly, zip-up cardigan and baggy, shapeless jeans.
It was obvious she was wearing these ancient and shapeless clothes to try and dull her figure so as not to arouse him, but in his eyes she had failed. By the way her breasts sat he could tell she had neglected to wear a bra, which meant the cardigan must be playing murder on her sensitive nipples and the jeans he could see didn't quite fit anymore; they were rather snug across her mound and ass. Both these thoughts were turning him on greatly.
All this he observed in a glance as he moved to sit in the vacant armchair. Once he sat down he thought she would start yelling immediately, but she wouldn't look him in the eye and appeared to still be working herself up for this confrontation.
They sat in silence for a few minutes, Michael fidgeting nervously, Mellissa sitting still, arms half folded, staring at her crossed legs. She was finding it difficult to bring herself to begin but she knew she must. She didn't want this one-off, dark incident to spoil the amazing relationship she had with her teenage son, a relationship most parents didn't get with teenage offspring. The fact that all he was wearing was knee length cotton shorts didn't help.
Steeling herself, she unfolded her legs and lent forwards, elbows on her knees hands clasped. Michael immediately focused on her, his eyes burning with an intensity she had seen only once before. She closed her eyes quickly and shook herself. When she opened them again, his gaze was softer, more nervous. That was better; she could speak to him like that.
"You know why we're here, Michael."
It wasn't a question. He simply nodded, dry swallowing once again.
"The plain and simple fact is: you violated the unwritten rule. You fucked me, your own mother. You did it knowingly and deliberately."
She stopped to let this sink in. Michael's breathing had elevated slightly at the mention of the act. It was natural, any mention of sex and anything to do with it quickly turned him on these days. He could also see she, too, was a little heated by recalling that night.
"At first, straight after it happened, I was all set to rage at you, maybe even knock you about a bit, Heaven knows you deserve it. I had this whole speech about how immoral you are and how you have spoiled our relationship as Mother and Son just because you couldn't keep it in your pants. I was going to shout really loud, loud enough that even the neighbours would hear but I didn't care. At the time I just wanted to show you how angry I am with you. But honestly ..."
Michael waited with baited breathe.
"... honestly, I can't be fucked."
She saw the ghost of a smile pass across his face.
"No pun intended," she said dryly with a humourless smile.
Michael immediately regretted the smirk. He hung his head but not so much that he couldn't still make eye contact.
"Sorry," he mumbled.
"Sorry? For what?"
He knew this was a test, could see an ember of anger beginning in her eyes, and he knew he didn't want it to become a full fledged fire.
"I'm sorry for what I did that night," and he actually meant it. All his clever words, all his plans went out the window. He hadn't thought it would go like this so he had no preconceived responses. He knew now this was as far as it would ever go. She was making it quite clear nothing else was going to happen.
Mellissa sighed. She'd been hoping he would say that. Not that it really made up for what had happened but it was a start and she could tell he really was sorry.
"Apology accepted," she said.
"Really?" He asked, not quite believing her.
