Rick shook his head quickly and let out a gasp of air. His fingers loosened on the steering wheel as he drove away from his mother in law's house.
"You okay?" Karen asked as she watched the row of familiar houses slip past through the car window.
"Yeah," Rick replied, "I wasn't sure how long I could face your mom though."
"So do you really have to go back to work?"
"No," Rick answered guiltily. "We just couldn't stand there and pretend we didn't hear what we heard though," he added defensively. "I don't know about you but I was going to crack sooner or later." Karen smiled with her face turned towards the window.
"Guess Mom is just as bad as me," she said.
"Could be," Rick chuckled. "But I wouldn't want it any other way," he said smiling at his wife.
Karen turned, her eyes alight with adoration. Her gaze lowered to Rick's lap and saw that his cock was pressing against his pants. Reaching for the bulge she curled her fingers around his hard flesh.
"Oh babe," Rick sighed. "You really are naughty." He enjoyed the sensations of her fingers squeezing and rubbing his erection as he drove onto the freeway. "I can't believe you convinced me to do that last night."
"I thought you liked my little games?" Karen whispered into his ear, her hot breath sending a twitch to his groin. "Don't you like it when mommy makes you feel good?"
"I do," he answered truthfully. "When you first got pregnant and started on this 'Mommy' trip I was scared to admit to you that I liked it. I was afraid you'd think I was perverted or something."
"I told my mom it was your idea," Karen laughed. Rick's eyes grew wide with horror.
"You didn't!" he exclaimed.
"I did. I told her you convinced me to play the games and that I was feeling uncomfortable with it."
"What did she say?" Rick was aghast.
"She said that whatever two people do who love each other is their own business," Karen answered with a grin.
"Your mom must think I'm a pervert," Rick sighed.
"Well if she does then she must think I'm perverted too. But after last night I don't think she's really going to bring it up."
"I still can't believe they did-". Rick wasn't sure exactly what had happened last night between Eric and Rachel, but he was certain both had climaxed. "Do you think that listening to us was all it took to push them over the edge?"
"Well after Eric saw mom naked and admitting that he liked the way she looked and mom not having any in so long I figured it wouldn't take much." Karen pulled the zipper down on Rick's pants. Fishing for a moment she pulled his cock out and began to stroke it properly.
"You totally set them up, huh?" Rick said glancing at her.
"I did. Does that make me bad?"
"Very bad. What do you think will happen now?"
"If I know mom she will try to pretend it didn't happen and Eric is still too naïve to press the issue. He could get in her pants anytime he wanted to now that the ice has been broken, but I doubt he'll try." Karen was silent awhile, idly stroking her husband's cock, luxuriating in the feel of it in her hand.
"You're plotting aren't you?" Rick asked after a time.
"Aren't I always?" Karen replied huskily.
Eric arrived home from school and approached the front door with a mixture of longing and apprehension. After what happened last night he wasn't sure how his mother would react to him. Would she want to continue where they had left off as he so desperately hoped? Would she be mad at him for taking advantage of her? Could the guilt be killing her? With a deep breath he entered the house.
Rachel heard the front door open and close. Her heart began to beat faster, fear welled up in her stomach and she desperately wanted to flee. She could hear his footsteps crossing the hardwood floors as he approached the kitchen where she was standing at the sink looking out on the backyard.
"Hi mom," Eric said softly. For a minute neither moved. Finally Eric stepped closer to her. "I was thinking we might talk-"
"What would you like for dinner, dear?" Rachel interrupted. She spun around and opened the refrigerator and began to rummage through the shelves.
"Uh- whatever you want is fine with me mom," he answered simply. Eric stood numbly as his mother began to prepare dinner, bustling around him as if he wasn't even there. "I'm going to go do my homework," he said leaving the kitchen in a daze.
Eric walked slowly to his room. Confusion settled in as he tried to make sense of his mother's reaction. Too afraid to talk to her, Eric tried to do his homework.
For a couple of days the awkward feeling persisted between mother and son. Eric tried looking for opportunities to bring up what had happened between them but Rachel quickly changed the subject and pretended not to hear him. After a time Eric gave up and tried to ignore the memory of what they had done. Except at night when he closed his eyes he could once again see her face buried in his lap, his cock lodged in her mouth. He would masturbate dreaming of her coming into his room and offering to help. During the time he was in the house with her he tried to pretend, like his mother, that nothing had happened.
Rachel was a tightly wound ball of nerves whenever her son was in the same room. She could feel his eyes upon her body almost like a soft hand caressing every inch of her. The torture of it was tearing her apart. She could feel her nipples becoming stiff underneath her heavy clothing. She had stopped wearing the flattering clothes that had led up to the incident in the first place so as not to encourage her son.
"Mother's do not have sex with their son's. It wasn't right. It was a horrible thing I did to him when I was drunk," Rachel told herself.
But she hadn't been drunk. The effects of the wine had worn off long before she climbed the stairs and her daughter had suggested she go in and talk to Eric. Guilt would well up in her anew each time she recalled sucking her son's cock, hearing those deliciously dirty words he had spoken to her. She felt shame that her daughter and son in law had heard the encounter between mother and son in the next room. When they had to cut their trip short she was relieved not to have to face them and their 'pretending not to know' stares.
At night Rachel too dreamed of the encounter with her son. Except in her dream when she looked up after satisfying her son, Karen was standing in the doorway, a disgusted look on her face. The arousing and agonizing dreams were leaving Rachel more exhausted than before she had gone to sleep. By the time a week had gone by since that fateful night Rachel was a mess. So much so that Eric called his sister, alarmed by his mom's condition.
"Hello," Karen said into the phone.
