"Are you enjoying touching me?"
"Yes, mother."
"Go higher up my leg."
Stop it! Julie awoke in horror. My God what was she dreaming? Jesus! How could she think of such a horrible - all she could think of was running away. She desperately tried to force the pictures from her mind. She threw back the covers and lunged out of bed for the bathroom. As she ran she groaned aloud. Her naked lust had wet her entire inner thighs. Jesus, she was soaking wet.
In the shower, She tried her best to force herself awake and shake loose the horrifying images in her mind. But, no amount of thinking of other subjects could change the truth in her body. Her clit was erect. Her vagina was engorged. She needed the feeling of her soapy hands rubbing, pulling. She had been so close to cumming. And she was again. Oh God. She needed.
She could feel herself falling... unable to resist... she had to come.
With one hand clutching her breast and pinching hard on her nipple and the other hand rubbing hard and direct on her clit, two fingers pumping into her gaping pussy, she came. She groaned out loud, in a long, low, animal moan. She came.
And then she pictured herself impaled on his cock... willingly... on her back, splayed open to her son as he took her violently. She pictured his face close to hers and screaming out as his eyes fixed on hers, "Oh God Mommmmmmmmmy!"
She screamed out loud in a shudder as she came again. The force of it frightened her but she could not control it. All she could do was scream, furiously rubbing and fucking herself, trying not to pass out or fall... Finally it passed... finally she subsided.
Julie sank to her knees in the shower. She was spent.
It seemed like an hour before she was able to rise. But it couldn't have been. She noticed that the water temperature was turning cooler. She was exhausted. But, the thoughts that had tortured her were distant. Julie could turn her mind elsewhere. She was weak and moved slowly as she dried herself. She could not look in the mirror. Her hair still wet, she absently donned her robe and walked downstairs to the kitchen.
"Morning mom."
His voice startled her so badly she nearly fell.
"Jeez, mom I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. Are you okay?"
Daniel was such a thoughtful boy. His hands steadied her shoulders as he stood in front of her. She could not even look at him. Her mouth was parched. His grip on her shoulders pressed them apart. Her robe opened slightly. She could feel the flesh of her chest being exposed to him and instantly her mind went back to her lurid and wretched fantasy. She tried to speak but could not. She stared at the floor.
"Mom? Mom? What's the matter," he insisted, almost crying.
Her eyes welled in tears. She was too exhausted to fight. He immediately embraced his mother's surrendering body against his. She clung to him. A warm rush washed over him. He adored her. He felt a burning need and desire to take care of her. Inside his soul he knew that in that moment he had committed to always take care of her. Forever. She needed him. And he loved her.
"Oh Daniel, I'm so sorry," she said, "I try to be strong but sometimes... sometimes I just need to be held and taken care of." She couldn't believe she had just said this to her son.
His hands soothingly stroked the back of her wet hair as he held her cheek lovingly to his. Their warm cheeks pressed.
"It's okay, Mom. I am here. I will always take care of you Mom. Always."
"Oh Daniel- " He interrupted her. He turned his face to her. She lifted her face from his shoulder to face him. He was engulfing her in his embrace. She felt his love.
He spoke directly into her eyes, inches apart.
"I love you Mom. I love you." And then, without hesitation, he was swept up in his ardor. His lips opened and consumed hers. The soft flesh of his lips pressed hard on hers and she opened. Her surrender to his lips was complete. She felt her entire body open to him. She wanted his love. She felt protected, and loved.
