Mom and son had fucked long and hard. They now lay next to each other on the crumpled up bedding, exhausted, their arms by their sides, each staring up at the ceiling.
If asked, neither, mother or son would change the events that had started more than an hour ago. But, now, the two must face the fact that their relationship would be changed forever.
Sean was the first to move, leaving the bed and, his cock, hanging limp between his legs, headed towards the bathroom. He showered and returned to the bedroom and began quietly dressing. His mother had turned over to her chest, facing away, as she had found her earlier and he noted a slight hardening of his cock as he studied the ass he had just had. He knew he did not have the time to get his cock wet again.
"I'll see you next week?" He asked standing at the foot of the bed.
"You don't want any lunch?" She asked in reply.
"I don't think so." He answered. "I might catch a burger after my next appointment."
"Okay." She said. "I'll see you Monday or Tuesday of next week. Love you."
"Love you too, mom."
Marie waited until she heard the door click shut before she left the bed. She walked a little stiff, noting the soreness between her legs. She sat on the toilet, and after peeing, she flexed her pussy muscles and watched as the abundant semen dropped, splashing into the yellowish water. Out of habit, she dabbed at her pussy with some toilet paper. She stood and entered the shower. As she bathed, she thought;
Her son had turned out to be just like any other man. You put pussy in front of him for the taking and he just couldn't help himself.
It been so easy to pretend to be asleep, lying on her belly, naked on the bed, her left leg out straight, the right bent and pulled up in a provocative manner, giving one a seductive look at her red bushed treasure. Her 50ish, well toned body, smooth legs and tight well-rounded ass all added to draw her son into her web.
She had heard him unlock the door. Entering the apartment, not finding her in the small kitchen, he called her name. She heard his footsteps as he walked across the living room and down the short hall. They ceased, no doubt, when he reached the open bedroom door and spied her lying naked on the bed. She heard his soft shuffle across the floor and felt his presence at the foot of the bed. She had not been able to prevent a slight smile to appear on her face as she pondered what her son must be thinking about, standing there studying her treasure.
Having set the scene, it was as far as she had planned. Understandably, she needed plausible deniability and she had waited to see how the rest would unfold.
She had heard the soft shuffling again, feeling his presence at the side of the bed she was facing. It was all she could do keep her eyes softly shut and not squint them tightly. A scenario like the light finger touch to her backside was hoped for but was totally unexpected, but she had managed to keep her body still. A finger turned into a hand and it roamed over her ass like a feather. It was time for her to possibly sit hook.
Opening her eyes, she faked a dazed awaking. Brazenly, she rolled backwards just enough to bring her still, for her age, perky, breast into view. Her hardened, large nipples could've very easily given her away.
"Oh! I must have fallen asleep, Honey." She lied. "I haven't even started lunch and you must be starving."
She had made no effort to cover herself in modesty. She had just lay there wordlessly, letting him stand there staring at her breast. After long moments, realizing that he was speechless, she had looked down focusing her attention his bulging crotch, hoping he would notice. She waited, unmoving. An embarrassment, maybe, but plausible deniability, still. She offered nothing while showing everything.
"You're beautiful!" He finally had managed to mutter.
"Do you think so?" She queried. "I should go and fix your lunch."
Again, most unexpectedly, but welcomed, he had dropped down onto the bed and hungrily latched on her left nipple. Her hand had reached up to caress the back of his head.
Almost as quick as he had descended upon her, he was standing again, quickly stripping himself of his clothes.
