Gareth stirred, slowly coming out of a deep sleep. He was aware of a weight on top of him, realising it was his mother, arm across his chest and with her head resting on his shoulder. Gently he lifted her arm, then managed to slide out from under her, lowering her head onto the pillow. She gave a little murmur but didn't disturb as he stood up, looking down at her, taking in her slim body with her breasts topped with those nut brown nipples that he had sucked on so ravenously last night. Her flat tummy, the round curves of her bottom, the way her bright auburn hair fanned out on the pillow as if forming a halo. He had to admit she was a very attractive woman. Gently he covered her with his duvet, then grabbing his dressing gown, went through to the bathroom to shower.
Half an hour later he was sat at the kitchen table nursing his second mug of coffee, trying to sort out all the emotions he was feeling. Only thirty six hours previously his thoughts had been centred on using his mother as a cheap slut, he had had absolutely no feelings of guilt as he had physically and verbally assaulted her, treating her as his personal whore.
He had to come to terms with the fact that those feelings had changed in a very short space of time. His mother had told him that he was full of hate, was that true? Did he hate her? He didn't think he hated her, he certainly had felt betrayed by her, she was his mother, the one person he should be able to turn to for support when things went wrong, instead of support he had been met with sarcasm and ridicule. So yes he had resented her and when the opportunity arose he had allowed himself to be drawn into a dark side of his character that now he felt almost ashamed of.
Last night, after his mates had gone, was probably the first time as an adult that he had felt any emotional attachment to her. Watching his mates using her had excited him, but the fact that she had actually enjoyed it and ended up encouraging them had made him see her as the beautiful, sensual woman that she actually was. They had gone to bed together but it wasn't the raw, dominating sex that it had been previously, this time they had made love, slowly, passionately, gently. Exploring each other, merging into each other as only lovers can do. It had been as if the merest touch from her sent electrical charges through his body, he had felt her reaction to his hands caressing her as they writhed together. Finally, they had orgasmed together, not violent as it had been before, but a slow build up as their bodies melted together until that moment when he finally exploded inside her and she responded, flooding over him.
Gareth had believed himself to be in love with Samantha, but the emotion he felt now toward his mother was far stronger than anything he had ever felt for Samantha. This is what was driving him crazy, was he in love with his mother? He knew how wrong that should be, but he was in turmoil. How can you fall in love with your own mother? How can that happen when it is so wrong?
Gareth didn't feel as if he was getting anywhere trying to understand his feelings, he was no philosopher, his school life had revolved around rugby, he had always given short shrift to those namby pambies that always seemed to be looking for the 'Deeper meaning' of everything. Life had been so simple, you played rugby, you got well paid, beautiful girlfriend, sumptuous accommodation ... who needed inner meanings?
His thoughts were interrupted by Leah entering the kitchen. He didn't think he had ever seen her more beautiful than she looked at that moment, fresh from the shower, dressed only in her white, fluffy bathrobe. She walked slowly to him, they said nothing but their eyes spoke volumes to each other. He turned to face her as she reached him, opening her robe and pulling his head towards her naked breasts. His arms encircled her inside her robe, feeling the smoothness of her skin as he caressed her back and the curve of her buttocks. They held each other tight, not speaking but saying so much. She stooped to kiss the top of his head, he turned his face up to her and their lips met. The kiss was deep and tender, their tongues searching.
He felt her hands pulling at his robe, revealing his naked body, his erection standing proud. She straddled him, lowering herself onto him, holding each other tight as she buried him inside her. They stayed like that, not moving but with so much tenderness passing between them. They kissed as he felt her muscles gripping his cock, the heat from her burning him. He tried to move but she stopped him. "Let me," she said, "l want to make love to you."
Gareth had never made love like this, this was all about emotion not lust. The slightest gyration of her body sent shivers through him. He felt like a wire being stretched so taught,, being taken to breaking point. His mouth searched for her nipples as she offered her breasts to him. Her movement quickening as the sensations he was creating in her breasts drove her. She held him tight to her breasts, knowing her own orgasm was close. "Cum baby... cum with me... oh baby l love you."
His body was shaking with emotion, he felt her responding, felt her relax around him as the flood of her juices flowed over him just as he came, squeezing her tight as he emptied himself into her.
"Oh yes baby," she cried, "oh my god yes."
As they spent themselves, they kissed. Finally coming down from the high of their orgasms.
She leaned back against his arms, looking down at him. "Good morning," she said, that wicked grin only enhancing the feelings he had for her.
"I love you," he said, feeling the relief flood out of him now that he had said the words.
"Every son should love his mother," she replied, kissing his forehead.
"Not like that... l mean l love you."
"Shush baby... shush," she held him tight, not wanting him to see the tears running down her cheeks. All she could think of was all the years she had desperately wanted to feel that motherly love that all the so called experts kept going on about, and now here she was finally feeling an all-consuming love for her son, but for all the wrong reasons.
She kissed him again as she stood, reaching for the tissues on the table to mop the mixture of juices oozing from her cunt. Then doing up her robe and pouring herself a coffee, she seated herself opposite him at the table.
"We need to talk," she said, taking a mouthful of her coffee.
Gareth looked at her, not knowing where to start. Finally he said "l'm sorry."
"Sorry for what baby?"
"For what l did to you, treating you like l did, and for bringing the lads round. I should never have done that, it was just that l was so mixed up after all the mess Samantha had left me in, l took it all out on you and l shouldn't."
"Well l was to blame as well, l realise now that l must have been a right old nag, constantly having a go at you for getting involved with her in the first place. If l'm honest l was jealous of her, you were living the high life in London and l was stuck her in this dump, then when your world fell apart, instead of being a proper mother and being here to help and comfort you l was too busy gloating."
"I know, but that doesn't excuse what l did, l mean when we all started on you it must have been terrifying."
"Yes, it was, suddenly finding myself naked, surrounded by a gang of naked young men, treating me like some whore, l was frightened, and angry."
"I'm sorry."
"I know baby, and l accept that. Anyway is wasn't all bad was it, in fact as it turned out it was very enjoyable."
"Well they certainly enjoyed it, Charlie especially."
"Oh he's just sweet."
"You wouldn't say that if you heard how he talks about you."
"I bet you were all saying things about me, l would have loved to have been a fly on the wall listening to that. What kind of things did they say?" Leah felt her body reacting to the way the conversation was going.
"Oh, the usual rubbish young men say when they've had a few drinks and are discussing a good looking woman. Charlie reckons that just watching you walk down the street makes him cum in his pants."
"Mmmmmmm, nice to know l can turn a few heads."
"You're kidding Mum, you're gorgeous, you look years younger than you are, fantastic figure, you're beautiful."
"Thank you sir." She blew him a kiss.
"Why have you never got yourself another fella since Dad left? There are plenty out there that would jump at the chance."
"You have to be kidding," she laughed, "all the decent fellas are married and if any of the women round here thought l was sniffing around their husband l would have been tarred and feathered. As for the single ones... l had one waster in your father, l wasn't going down that route again."
"But you're a sexy woman Mum, l mean, what did you do for sex? Surely there must have been someone."
"I've got a drawer full of cocks upstairs, l did have one brief moment on holiday when l got pissed, ended up against the wall with some greasy waiter humping me. I decided my vibrators were more fun. If l hadn't got that brief glimpse of you playing with yourself the other night l would still be relying on them."
"What are we going to do about that Mum? I mean we can't carry on like this, l will have to move out."
"No baby! No, don't say that baby." She got up and rushed round to him, holding him tight. "Don't leave me again baby, please, promise me."
Gareth twisted round, bringing her to sit on his lap. They kissed, he felt his cock stirring.
"Oooh!" She giggled, moving her bum against his stiffening cock, " does baby want to fuck Mummy again?"
"Mum, we have to talk about this."
"Fuck me first."
"No Mum... be serious."
"I am serious, l want you to fuck me; you can have my bum if you like."
"Stop it Mum or l'm going... we have to talk about this."
Leah sensed he was serious and that she was going to have to treat him more seriously. She tingled at the way he was taking charge of her, enjoying the feeling that after all this time she had found a man with a backbone, someone she could look up to and respect.
"Okay, l'll behave... or l might get my bottom spanked," she gave him another little squirm against his cock, then giggling got up and ran around back to her chair.
"You're like a kid," he said smiling, enjoying this new, totally new, happy mother that he had never seen before.
"I'm happy," she replied, "happier than l have ever been in my adult life."
"But it can't go on like this Mum, we have to stop what we're doing. We would be in serious trouble if we got caught out. Don't forget there are five other people who know about us, now l can't see for one minute that any of them would cause trouble for us but you can't tell what might happen; any one of them could let something slip in a conversation and if the wrong person is listening then we would be in trouble."
"Why don't we move away then," she replied, "we could go somewhere miles away where no-one knows us, we could pretend you're my live in lover, even my husband, after all you're only eighteen years younger than me, plenty of women my age or older have younger partners. You could be my toy boy, l love playing with toys."
"Nice idea Mum, but what do we do for money? I haven't finished paying off the debts Samantha left me with yet. If we sold this house we wouldn't get much for it, houses round here go for next to nothing, that's why so many young couples are moving out here from Cardiff so they can get somewhere to live."
"I don't know Gareth... all l do know is that l want us to carry on, last night was wonderful, you were so tender and loving, it was the best sex l've ever had and l want it again and again. I'll do anything, anything at all as long as we can carry on."
