Dena was sitting at the kitchen table drinking her coffee and going over all that had happened the night before in her mind when Brady came up from the basement wearing only his gym shorts and carrying his laptop. "Good morning." He mumbled running his hand through his hair.
"Good morning dear." Dena's mind was running in overdrive as she continued to struggle with what had just happened the night before. The little boy she had given birth to had just come home from the military. She knew he had changed from all his experiences over the last ten years. She played the events of last night over and over in her mind. She wasn't sure who this man was who had just walked back into her life. "Would you like some breakfast?"
"That would be great!" Brady poured himself a cup of coffee and then sat down to read the news off his laptop. "Dad still sleeping?"
"No. He plays golf every Sunday with some friends." Dena went to work making his favorite breakfast. Brady loved his scrambled eggs with bacon and toast.
Brady watched her out of the corner of his eye. She was wearing her bath robe, pulled tight and tied just as tightly. Neither of them talked as Dena made his breakfast.
Dena set his plate down with his eggs and bacon and toast next to his laptop. Brady pushed his laptop aside and dove into his breakfast. Dena sat down next to him. "We need to talk about last night. What happened last night was just wrong on so many levels. So many." Brady listened as he devoured his breakfast. He had no desire to carry on a conversation until he'd finished his meal. Nothing worse than cold eggs. "It can never happen again. It will never happen again!" Dena felt herself starting to shake as she confronted the issue of their incest. "I'm your mother. You're my son. That was so wrong!" Dena rambled on repeating herself as Brady continued to eat.
When he finally finished his breakfast, Brady pushed his plate to the middle of the table and slid his laptop back in front of him. "Are you done?" He asked looking at his mother. Dena shook her head. "Good! I was afraid you were going to talk me to death!"
"This isn't a joke Brady. Don't you have any regret for what happened last night?" Dena was pleading.
He looked at her completely without emotion. "Mom! You have no idea what I've done for the last ten years. All the shit I was ordered to do. All the shit I just did on my own to survive. If you think my conscience is going to bother me because of what happened last night, you better think again. I don't feel guilty about what happened last night. And it will happen again! Did you think I was joking when I said you belonged to me now? Did you?"
"No. But I thought. . . ."
"You thought what? That you could talk your way out of this? That I would back down from you the way dad has for the last 30 years? That I would somehow come to my senses and say, 'What have I done?' Is that what you thought?"
Dena was so flustered she didn't know what to say. "No! I don't know what I was thinking." She looked at him and saw him in a completely different light. "You're not my little boy anymore. You've changed so much."
"You have no idea mom."
"So what does this mean? What am I supposed to do?"
Brady smiled. "You know the answer to both those questions. You just don't want to admit it. It means you belong to me, and from now on you'll do as I tell you."
The two stared at each other as the situation Dena found herself in slowly sunk in to her psyche. If she could just look beyond the fact that Brady was her son, he was everything in a man she had always wanted and needed. "OK!" She had no fight left in her. One side of her felt shame and remorse for what she had done to her son last night, while at the same time a part of her longed for it to happen again and again.
"May I ask one question?"
Brady knew exactly what she was going to ask. "How do we deal with dad?"
Dena shook her head. "I don't want to hurt him."
Brady shook his head in disbelief at what he'd just heard. "Do you realize how hypocritical that sounds? Did you ever tell yourself that before you met with any of your lovers? You are unbelievable!"
Dena hung her head in shame. She knew everything Brady was saying was true. "Please don't be mad at me." She began to sob again.
For the first time Brady felt sorry for her and wanted to take her in his arms and hold her tightly. "I'm not mad at you mom. It takes a lot to make me mad." He stood up and stood beside Dena as she sat at the table. He lifted her up by her shoulders and then wrapped his arms around her. The tenderness he showed her was something Dena responded to like a moth to a light. She wrapped her arms around his torso and buried her face in his chest as they held each other tightly. She lifted her face to him hoping he'd respond the way she needed. Brady kissed her passionately as he squeezed her as tightly as he could without breaking any ribs.
"Tell me what you want me to do." Dena said as the two stared at each other and Brady caressed her face.
Brady stepped back, reached for the knot in her robe and pulled her robe apart. He slid the robe off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Dena offered no resistance. She had put on a different nighty since he had ripped the one she had on last night. Her new nighty was black with a plunging neckline. "You are such a gorgeous woman!"
Dena smiled. "Thank you! You know how to make a girl feel special."
"You're no girl mom! You're all woman!" He slipped her nighty off her shoulders. It dropped to the floor on top of her robe. Her breasts stood out from her body like two mountains. He thought about saying something of what her lovers had seen in her, but decided against it. The past is the past. "You belong to me now." He stroked her tits. "I'm going to do everything to these a man can do to a pair of tits."
Dena moaned with need savoring the control Brady was exercising over her. She wanted to tell him how much she wanted and needed that, but was unable to bring herself to say it.
"Take your panties off."
Without hesitating Dena lowered her panties and stepped out of them, kicking them aside along with her robe and nighty. Dena kept her pussy trimmed. She had kept it that way since one of her lovers had told her he liked it that way.
Brady slipped his hand between her legs and stroked her clit. Dena moaned. She was soaked. "Go take a shower. And shave this smooth. From now on, you'll keep your pussy shaved smooth for me. Understand?"
Dena groaned with a satisfaction she'd never had before. "Yes I understand. Anything for you baby."
"Good girl! When you're done with your shower come down to my bedroom. It's time I take possession of you completely.
Dena thought about what was going to happen as she shaved. It was one thing to give your son a blowjob. But now he was going to fuck her. The boy who she had given birth to was now about to fill her womb with his cock and seed. She knew it was wrong on so many levels. Then there were all the consequences and ramifications for each of them, for John, her boys, the family. 'What the hell am I doing?' her mind screamed. Then she thought about how Brady took control of her. How he forced her to do things to him that she expressed revulsion at, yet she craved doing to a man who took control of her. 'Why does it have to be my son?'
Dena dried off and dried her hair, put on her robe, then made her way down to Brady's room in the basement. She felt herself being drawn as though she had no will of her own. Brady's control and dominance of her was so intoxicating, she had to have it, even though she knew it would probably be her ruin. Brady's door was open. She stepped inside his room.
Brady stepped out of his bathroom and just stared at his mother. He was still wearing his gym shorts. "Lose the robe!" He ordered her.
Dena began to shake as she untied her robe and let it drop around her ankles. Last night was something that Brady had forced on her. At least that's what she kept telling herself. This was different. Now she was willingly giving herself to him. She didn't think she'd be able to say 'NO' to anything he demanded of her.
Brady walked over to her and stood in front of her. His eyes roamed up and down her body again as it did earlier, inspecting every inch of her sensuous body. He reached between her legs with his hand. Dena gasped as his fingers touched her mound and began to feel it. "Mmmm! Nice and smooth! Just the way I like it." He thought about his next question. He didn't want to denigrate his dad. Yet, that's basically what he was about to do by taking his wife. Brady was struggling with his love for his dad, and yet having a hard time maintaining his respect for him. Especially after dinner last night. "Dad ever go down on you?"
Dena was taken back by Brady's question. "I don't want to talk about my sexual relationship with your father."
Brady slipped his middle finger inside her pussy and gently pulled her closer to him. "I don't give a damn what you want to talk about." He wrapped his other hand around the back of her neck and pulled her face to his. They kissed like two lovers eager to devour each other. "You belong to me now mom." He reminded her as they breathed heavily in each other's face. "You'll answer every question I ask you."
"Yes baby!" Dena panted. "No! Your father never went down on me. He always thought that was gross."
"Figures. What about your lovers?"
"Two of them did."
Brady kissed her again as he rubbed her clit with one hand and fondled her tit with the other. Dena felt all rational thought melting as Brady worked her body like a devoted lover. He broke their kiss and nuzzled her neck. "Well you're going to get that a lot from me because I love the taste of a woman."
