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Snow.

Blanketing snow, rushing snow, the carpeting kind of snow that lays deep and wet across the midwest. At first, a lovely tableau, a snowglobe brought to life as it created a winter wonderland out of northern Wisconsin.

Every day after, a frank discomfort, piled in parking lots and scraped from windshields. A dangerous and intolerable menace to all those who would hope to leave their homes.

Given my plans for the Christmas holiday, the storm served my purposes rather well.

I completed my obligations with rigor, shoveling, salting, saying things like:

"It's not the cold that gets ya, it's the wind!"

To my neighbors as they did the same.

When I wasn't completing house maintenance, and of course when I wasn't engaging in my masturbatory activities, I spent my time exercising, toning my body to the kind of yoga mom that young men crave. Certainly, a few weeks of calisthenics weren't going to make my 'mom bod' as tight as April's, but it made me feel sexy, powerful, and certainly attractive.

Much to my appreciation, the kids' return from Madison was staggered by a day. April had a late final, while Lee needed to bring his car back for some work at our local mechanic, so the lovebirds separated for the return journey.

They intended to stay for a full ten days, from the twenty-third of December to the second of January.

The night before Lee's arrival, I stood in my bathroom, observing my body in the full-length mirror, totally nude before my shower. I pinched at my muffin top, grimacing as I tried to maintain the image of youth and vitality I had been cultivating.

It wasn't enough. I could still see the stretch marks my kids had left upon my belly, the loose skin on my arm, the tiny purple veins which wended their way across the undersides of my breasts. I would never be a college coed again, able to crumble boys with a single glance.

Yet even as I doubted myself, preening and leaning this way and that, I knew my ass and thighs were gorgeous. I knew my boobs were larger than my daughter's. I knew my pussy was still tight and inviting, not to mention experienced with a lifetime of sucking the cum from men.

I slapped my own ass, hard.

Then again.

Hard enough to leave a handprint. My skin was still elastic enough to reform

'to take a licking and keep on ticking'

as my mother might say. I knew Lee would be powerless to resist me-

I stopped myself, suddenly overcome by a wave of nausea, by a torrential flood of conscience.

I sat on the edge of the master bathroom tub, staring at the light gray tiling of the floor, wracked with guilt, wracked with

doubt

.

For the first time in a long time, I really questioned my purpose.

It wasn't too late to go back, to return to my life as a normal, meek, vanilla housewife. I could pretend that I hadn't done anything, treat whatever lie April and Lee came up with as gospel, ignore my traitorous thoughts and the lust that came with them. I could become the woman that they saw twice a year and forgot about the rest of it, sinking back into the mire of my empty nest. Maybe I would forget too, a young grandmother to an incest baby I didn't acknowledge as such, letting my womb dry up and my desires wither in the chill of a Wisconsin winter.

I looked back up at the mirror, and I saw myself, hunched and tired, with dark circles under my eyes and a haggard look draped across my face.

Is this really what I want? Is this who I am?

I sat for a moment more, staring into my reflection. Then, with a sigh, I pulled myself out of the mire which had momentarily consumed me. I rolled my head on my shoulders, straightened my back, pulled myself up like a marionette hoisted upon its strings before returning to a seated position, but this time certain, powerful.

Shoulders back, tits out.

I was doing what I wanted to do, whatever I wanted to do. There was no possibility of me returning to a life of banal ex-motherhood, to disinterested masturbation to lesser kinks. I spread my legs, staring at myself in the mirror as excitement climbed through my body, the chill of the bathtub ceramic biting my voluptuous ass as my fingers combed the neatly-tamed bush on my pubic mound.

The old version of myself, the version with doubt and uncertainty, was dead. I began to pleasure myself, using the slickness of my vaginal slit to lubricate my clitoris. A sexual being of unlimited strength, a creature of seduction who claims the objects of her desire. I rocked backwards, one hand stabilizing me from falling into the tub, my legs spread into the air, my mouth open as I watched my fingers disappear in and out, in and out, then toying with my clit.

Lee was toast.

Lee was putty in my hands.

Lee was destined to take me, and I him.

I moaned aloud as my orgasm crashed into me, my legs locking forward, as though I were clenching around an invisible lover who had thrust deep inside me. I bit my lip as I rocked back and forth, an electric feeling, a feeling I craved with a more tactile version of my phantasmal lover.

A feeling of certainty spread through me, and I giggled, high and girlish to myself as I rose from the edge of the tub. A tingle was spreading through my legs, a testament to my cravings, my indulgences. I stepped into the shower, turning the water on full and warm.

I slapped my own ass again. No more thoughts, no more doubts.

Action.

Lee got home around eleven in the morning. I was at the door to greet him, to welcome him home to me, to the mother he loved.

"Hey there stranger!" I rushed to hug my baby boy, eliciting a grin and a peck on my cheek. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close, tight against me. I held it for perhaps thirty seconds longer than would've a mere six months before, banishing the chill of the outdoors which clung to him, always astounded by his height and musculature, which I caressed as I allowed him to pull away.

I was wearing a light tan cami top and mom jeans, the kind that drew the eyes to my calisthenic work. I frowned as I looked him up and down. "First off, boots off, young man!" He was dripping snow onto the hardwood of my entryway, despite the mat, the hem of his more relaxed jeans also damp from the fresh snowfall which covered the front walkway despite my best efforts to clear it.

He smiled down at me, his strong jaw reminding me of Flynn, his shock of black hair revealed as he removed his beanie.

"I think I deserve a bit of a respite from the boot nagging." He shrugged his coat off, trying to remain on the doormat despite his protestations, seeking to appease me. I felt a thrill at his subservience as I watched him struggle to undo his left boot and not tip his stacked suitcase and backpack at the same time. "I could've just stayed in Madison..." He grumbled, almost tipping over as he dragged the second off.

I rolled my eyes, it was an empty threat and he knew it, Christmas was a time for family. "You also could've done your laundry before coming home, but I'm guessing that wasn't in the cards either." Lee looked guilty, and I knew his case was full to the brim.

He straightened up, free of both jacket and boots, clad in a classic tee shirt and denim combo. I loved the way the fabric clung to his shoulders, his biceps visible through the thin covering. I licked my lips, excited, remembering the last scene I'd seen of him and his sister, how his muscles flexed as he held her and how forcefully he rammed into her newly pregnant pussy.

"Mom?" I'd let my mind wander, completely missing his question.

"Hmm? What's up?" I felt a flush work its way up my neck, and I fought to keep it down. After weeks of fantasy, I found his very presence to be exciting, erotic even.

He gave me an odd look. "I said, what's for lunch?" He began to gather his discarded jacket, and took a step off the doormat, halted only by my exclamation.

"Hold it mister!" I pointed downward, to the soaked hem of his jeans. "You're not going to walk into my house dripping like that!" I made a stripping gesture, and it was his turn to roll his eyes.

"Come on Mom, seriously?" He fixed me with an incredulous look. "These are the last clean pants I have!" He protested.

I crossed my arms, even tapping my foot to look unconvinced, the spitting image of a mother who actually cared about her home getting a little water on it. "It's not like you're hitting the club tonight, just hang out in your boxers for a few minutes while we get things dry."

He grumbled something under his breath as he unclasped his belt, unzipped his jeans, and dropped them to the floor. I had to contain a gasp as I was treated to a view of his cock outlined in his boxer briefs. It was thick, and as lovely as his father's if the outline was anything to go off.

I bit my lower lip as he stepped out of his pants, I wanted to jump him right then and there.

"Okay,

now

what's for lunch?" Lee chuckled as he brushed past me, heading towards the kitchen to find out for himself.

I could feel wetness in the lacy panties I wore beneath my mom jeans. I needed to step back, to stop objectifying him and treat him at least semi-normally if I was going to do this with any sort of finesse.

But.

I.

Just.

Couldn't.

Stop.

His ass was tight beneath his underwear as he walked away from me, through the open concept living room to the carefully appointed kitchen he sought to ravish. His shoulders were well-outlined by his tee, and I imagined wrapping my arms around them.

If I were being honest, I'd guess he was fairly average in physique for a young college boy, but despite my best efforts, honesty was actively evading me. I hadn't been with a man in years, and the fingers which had just pleasured me the night before suddenly felt wholly insufficient to ever satisfy my needs again.

I followed Lee to the kitchen, side-stepping the sofa and abandoning his bags by the door, to watch him rummaging through the fridge and pantry with reckless abandon. I leaned on the cool countertop of the kitchen island, watching hungrily (but not for the massive sandwich he was on the verge of assembling).

"Do you want a glass of wine?" I asked, reaching over to grab the cheap bottle of red and corkscrew I'd left accessible earlier. His mouth was full of loose lunch meat, and lacking a watch, he cast around to the clock on the oven. Swallowing hastily, he spilled an armful of ingredients upon the countertop.

"It's not even noon?" He said it as a question, gesturing widely around at us.

I snorted. "You go to the best party school in the country, you're not telling me you wait until five, are you?" I screwed in while he mulled my assertion over.

From watching him roughly fuck his sister, his own needs on display as he rammed her, I knew he was a creature of desire.

I leaned towards him, eyes glittering and mischievous as he piled meat on bread. "I'll tell you what, you go glass for glass with me, and we'll see who's the bigger party animal." It was a childish jibe, an obvious trap, but he waltzed straight into it.

He rolled his eyes, confident in his drinking abilities, and perhaps a little offended. "Okay, but don't come crying to me when you have a headache at three PM..." He took an exploratory bite of an old-looking cheese slice, made a face, but put it on his Dagwood nevertheless.

I winked, and popped the cork up.

I didn't bother with a glass, just swigged straight from the bottle. I mimed a few big gulps, but actually only had the equivalent of a sip or two before handing it over to him.

He shrugged. "I hope you have more than this, you're gonna need it!" He fixed his lips around the mouth of the bottle, and I felt a twinge in my stomach as the saliva I'd left on it was consumed along with his own heavy drink.

Intellectually, I know it didn't mean anything. A little backwash, a little wetness on the neck of the bottle, it didn't matter.

But it

was

the first time he'd tasted his mother, unknowingly as it was. My saliva, mingled and mixed in with the heady taste of grapes and alcohol, but it wouldn't be the last if I had anything to say about it.

He handed it back to me, already having drunk more than I did, and I smiled as he began to devour his meal. We spoke between his bites, about class, about his friends, the topics you'd expect from a normal mother.

It was, of course, never my intent to get him drunk, just a little loose, a little more open to the idea of being taken as my lover. He'd crossed the line of taboo with his sister, but I worried he wouldn't be willing to go all the way with me, excitement rose in my breast as I imagined him taking a single step further, giving into his desires and becoming mine.

He finished his snack quickly, sighing with contentment, then draining the first bottle as I grabbed the corkscrew for our follow-up.

Setting his empty down, he eyed my actions, and I could feel his gaze wandering a little more than was appropriate. "I'm hoping we've got nowhere to go tonight..."

Pop!

I removed the cork with a pull, then made my way to the living room, raising an eyebrow to him as I pressed the mouth of the container to my own. I swallowed, and lounged back on the loveseat, patting the space beside me, just large enough for him to settle into. "Are you trying to ditch me already?" I gave a gasp of mock affront.

He rolled his eyes, sidling around the corner of the seat and settling in beside me. I could feel goosebumps on his bare legs as I stretched mine across his lap, leaving my shapely calves pressed onto his underwear.

"No, I'm just making sure I don't have to stay sober here..." I interrupted his thought by proffering the bottle, which he took.

"You're not going anywhere tonight, mister." I placed a hand on his shoulder, caressing his musculature. "Apologies to your friends, but you're all mine tonight." I traced my fingers upwards to his neck, feeling his heartbeat quicken in my fingertips.

He shifted beneath me, and I felt something poke into the back of my legs. "Mom, I-"

"Mom you nothing, I only get to see you a few times a year!" My voice was a little harsher than I intended, and he shifted again, in a different sort of discomfort.

I waved my hand dismissively. "Sorry, it's fine. I just want you to myself tonight." Lee awkwardly took another drink, for once at a loss for words.

I swiftly changed the subject, a little ashamed was fine, but too much was a vibe killer, I couldn't even feel his cock against my calves anymore. A few more casual comments back and forth trading the wine and feeling a buzz, stretching my legs and

inadvertently

brushing against him brought it back.

"I haven't seen anything on Facebook recently, so I have to ask- are you seeing anyone? Should I expect to meet a new girl in the near future?"

Lee laughed, but it sounded a little guilty to me, like a child caught doing something he knew he shouldn't be. He was thinking about his pregnant sister.

"Nah Mom, I'm just focusing on school and stuff. I think April has been seeing someone, but I don't really get out much." I scoffed, and set the bottle unsteadily between my legs.

I leaned forward, and ran my fingers against his cheek, the back of my hand against his strong jawline. "I'm sure all the girls in class want you though, how could they not?"

He turned his face towards me, and I saw desire in his eyes, craving, a horniness reinforced by his fully-erect penis pressing against his mother's legs, with only his underwear and my pants between us, perilously close for family members. He leaned towards me, but in doing so, upset the wine bottle, spilling it onto my stomach, and sending rivulets down onto the fabric of the loveseat.

I leaned into him, and our lips brushed against each other for a brief moment before he sprang back. "Shit, sorry Mom!"

I cursed, jumping up as I righted the container and he dashed to the kitchen for a bushel of towels. I was properly peeved, not about the oncoming stain, or the dampness of my clothes, but of missing the opportunity with my son. Lee apologized profusely as he dabbed up the liquid, collecting as much as possible.

I pursed my lips as I carried the bundle of soiled dish towels to the laundry room.

We had been so close!

If I'd been more careful I could've already sealed the deal with Lee and claimed my son's thick cock for myself.

I dropped the linens into the basket, stripped off my top, then shimmied off my now purple-stained jeans, leaving my thong and bra.

Subtlety had had its chance, but I could feel blood pumping in my ears, a need needing to be fulfilled, and in a split second, decided it was time to throw caution to the winds.

I crept out, back into the room behind Lee, he'd turned on the TV, and was mindlessly scrolling. The action struck me as contemplative, passive, even submissive. He was waiting for his mother, waiting to see what I was going to do.

What I did was start casting from my phone to the TV, intent on removing any ambiguity he was feeling about the situation.

One minute, he was wandering the depths of Netflix, the next, he was watching 'the video'. His sister bouncing up and down on his bareback cock on the television in our home.

He whipped around, and saw me standing in my skivvies. I smiled at his look of mixed shock and guilt, something which combined to make him look a little sick, when coupled with the blood utterly draining from his face.

I slowly approached him, and he started to rise. "Mom! Listen, I can explain-"

"No." I cut him off as I strode around the couch, the loveseat, I should say. It was about to fulfill its name.

I pushed him back down as I came around, his cock fully erect, fully outlined in his briefs, aroused despite himself as the sounds of he and his sister's video playing over the sound system, sighing and slapping sounds filled his childhood home.

"You don't have to explain anything, Lee." I leaned forward, letting him see my breasts down the front of my bra, wrapping my fingers around his erection through his briefs. It was warm, pulsing in time with his heartbeat, it felt like his father's.

"I've been watching you two, I know what you've been doing." I leaned fully into him, feeling Lee's hands travel to my hips, lightly caressing his mother's body, passing over my calisthenic thighs (thick but taught with muscle).

I bit his ear, hard, eliciting a gasp from him.

"I saw you knock your little sister up." I could feel his body stiffen in fear, and I could tell he never expected to get caught. I pulled his hands up to my breasts, and felt him begin to squeeze.

"You're a good boy, Lee, you're mommy's good boy." I began to pull his briefs down, freeing his cock, letting it spring free of its fabric prison. I grasped it with delight, and began to stroke, finally holding the object of my obsession for my past weeks of ceaseless gooning. My grip shook, and Lee's hands tightened at my hips as he felt me take control.

Lee's mouth was hanging open, and I met his eyes as I continued to stroke. "You're going to do the same thing you did to April." I reached up with my free hand, pulling my bra down, letting my tits fall freely into his hands. I bit my lip as he found my sensitive nipples, and began to work my bare breasts, his eyes still fastened on mine as I projected my authority onto his manhood.

I straddled my son as the recording of him and his sister fucked on the TV behind me, in much the same position, but on a dorm bed instead of a newly-stained loveseat. His penis pressed up against the triangle of fabric which valiantly stood in the way of me going commando, and I stroked it, as if encouraging him to grow even harder.

Lee brought his lips to my left nipple, still looking up at me, and taking it into his mouth, as he had as a baby, suckling on my sweet milk.