Were things moving too fast? Maybe not fast enough for Sandra, or at least not fast enough for Sandra's conscience. Last night she'd done most terrible thing, but is was probably it the most exciting thing she'd ever done too. It was unexpected and yet, after the past few weeks, inevitable.
For years now Sandra had taken an interest in her son that went well beyond what was appropriate. She'd always thought he was handsome, but this was different. At first Sandra thought it was her lousy sex life catching up to her. Her husband, Mark's father, barely showed any interest in it anymore, and Sandra's frustration over it had reached an all time high. She was masturbating now. A lot. And during the last few weeks Mark had become the focus of her fantasies. One of her favorites was about the day she'd been watched Mark play one-on-one basketball with one of his friends. The two of them were in the backyard, playing a fairly casual game, and Sandra was eyeing them from a window. Gradually, the intensity of the game grew more intense, and Sandra marveled at Mark's athletic prowess. She wasn't the only one getting hot though. At one point Mark decided to make himself more comfortable by taking off his shirt... the sight of his chiseled torso working up a sweat on the makeshift court was enough to send a an excited shiver between Sandra's thighs. When the game was over, Mark had soundly defeated his opponent. Not being able to stay for another game, his friend left for home while Mark continued shooting hoops on his own. Sandra went out to bring Mark a towel and a glass of juice, and he drank while she toweled off his back.
In her fantasy, however, things took a profoundly erotic turn. They held one another, kissing as lovers, too engrossed in their passion to be concerned about being seen by any of the neighbors. The fantasy did eventually take them indoors, however, but only because of Mark's passionate pleas that they retire to the bedroom. Of course in Sandra's fantasy Mark was a superb lover, but by this point playing it out in her mind she was usually gasping into orgasmic bliss.
The thing is, a change HAD occurred in their relationship lately. Sandra had started a subtle bit of flirting with Mark. It was all still very innocent, nothing that would've raised any eyebrows. Mark definitely enjoyed it, and even started flirting back. As time wore on, however, the flirting became less subtle. Sandra began to wonder if Mark had figured out her secret desire for him. If he had, it certainly didn't offend him; in fact she began to think he might feel the same way about her. Still, the thought of doing something about it scared Sandra too much to take any serious action. It didn't matter though, because her son had conjured up a plan of his own.
One night Mark and Sandra were home alone watching a movie he'd rented. Sandra's husband, Frank, was at one of his friend's house. Frank typically got together with his friends once a week to play cards, and usually didn't back home until around midnight. At this point, it was only 7:30, more than enough time for Mark to put his plan into action. The first thing was to "misplace" Sandra's glasses. His mother had a habit of doing that anyway, so it wasn't that unusual when her search for them came up empty. She was only slightly nearsighted, but she hated watching a blurry TV screen so, as was her custom, she curled up on the floor with a blanket to watch. This time, however, Mark surprised Sandra by curling up behind her. Sandra didn't say anything to him, just turning back with a warm smile to let Mark know it was OK with her. They began watching the movie. It was a romance, which surprised Sandra, as Mark rarely chose movies for her entertainment. Well, there was some entertainment value in the film for Mark; the female lead was a sexy brunette, and she showed quite a bit of skin during her lovemaking scenes with her man. Come to think of it, the lovemaking scenes in the movie were very risqué. Didn't Mark feel strange watching a movie like this with his Mom? Evidently not... in fact as the movie progressed he moved closer and closer to Sandra. She remained on her side watching TV, but now Mark body was pressing tightly into hers from behind. He'd even reached around with one of his arms, holding her tightly just below her bosom.
Sandra tried not to pay attention to Mark even though she could practically feel his breath on her neck. That wasn't all she could feel though - during one of the steamier love scenes she became aware of something pressing into her bottom, something very hard. Could it be? "Oh my god, it's his penis," Sandra thought in astonishment. Sandra knew she should pull away. They'd been flirting with each other for weeks but this was the first time anything physical had occurred between them. She tried to go back to watching the movie. The two leads were making love again in another torrid sex scene. Sandra could feel her own state of arousal building too; between the movie and the hard cock pressing into her ass it was difficult not to.
Sandra's face became flushed with excitement, her breathing now more labored. She knew what she wanted, it was pressing against her butt, but she didn't know what to do. She hadn't looked at Mark once during the movie, keeping her eyes focussed on the TV, but she had to summon her courage now to at least face him. Despite everything that was happening Sandra still a slight fear that Mark wasn't feeling what she was. Mark's head was only inches behind hers; when Sandra turned around to face him their faces were only a couple of inches apart. Sandra looked into Mark's eyes; no words had been exchanged between them since the movie had started, and even now Sandra was too nervous to speak. Mark looked back into her eyes, his countenance an unmistakable mixture of love and desire. Slowly he moved his head towards her, and with the smoothness of an experienced lover pressed his lips to hers. It was shocking and exciting, this act of taboo love, but above all, passionate. Sandra's passion ignited too; it'd been so long since a kiss had excited her that much, and her lips hungrily sought his for more. Sandra moved off her side into a comfortable position on her back and Mark moved on top of her. She put her arms around his neck as they kissed again and again, each kiss being more enthusiastic than the last. And then the unthinkable happened; Sandra heard the unmistakable sound of the front door opening.
Sandra pulled away from Mark as fast as she could, pushing him off her with her palms against his chest. Mark had heard the sound too, however, and practically leapt off her to a comfortable distance away. Sandra's heart was beating so hard against her chest in fear it felt like it was about to burst.
"Hi Sandy," her husband said. His face went from a smiling one into a look of concern. "What's wrong dear? You look like you've seen a ghost." Sandra's fear gripped her so tightly she could barely speak, but an instinct of self-preservation forced her to calm down and reply. Her eyes looked quickly to the TV screen; the movie was over and the credits had already scrolled near the end.
"Oh, hi Frank," Sandra replied. "No, I'm fine," she replied with a casual wave of her hand. "We were watching a horror movie and I got scared." Frank looked at Mark, give him a disapproving look.
"I don't know why you rent those movies, you know she hates them. They're all the same anyway," Frank said to Mark. "Although I must say I've never seen your mother this scared before in my life," he added with a light chuckle. "Well, if you're alright dear, I'm going to turn in." Sandra nodded back that she was fine and, satisfied, Frank turned and began climbing the stairs to their bedroom.
"By the way, how come you're home so early, it's only ten?" Sandra asked, her heart still beating in her throat.
"Oh, well, some of the boys had to leave early, so we decided to call it a night," Frank replied, sounding bored, "'Night, Sandy." Frank turned and went upstairs.
Sandra was still on the floor, but she'd pulled herself into a sitting position against the sofa. Mark was sitting on the floor too, a few yards away. For a few moments she just stared at him, saying nothing as she sat there thinking. Their front door faced the living room; if they hadn't separated so quickly Frank would've caught them kissing. If he'd come in 15 minutes later he might have caught them doing a lot more. Finally, she spoke to her son.
"Mark, do you realize what almost happened? How could we have been so stupid?" she asked, shaking her head dejectedly. Mark walked over to Sandra and sat down next to her, putting his arm around her shoulders. Sandra eyes darted up towards the stairs for a moment; Frank was nowhere in sight.
