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Alison laughed as she walked alongside her son into a local diner in a dress and a long overcoat for the rain. They found a cozy corner booth and she tossed her bag in before she slid in.
"FUCK!" she hissed before she gave Markus a grimacing look.
"What?" he asked sliding in on the other side.
Alison took a quick scan of her surrounding before she leaned towards him, "My ass stings."
Markus in response grinned wickedly.
Alison flinched adjusting her position, "Oh fuck you!"
Markus' grin faded to a smile, "I don't think I'll ever get used to hearing you curse like that."
She smiled blushing and met his gaze, "I have a portion of my body covered in your fingerprints and your bite marks. I honestly don't know how I'm still walking. I woke up this morning..." she paused to look around again, and leaned in again, "I woke up this morning to you smacking your cock on my face. And my saying, 'fuck you' is what you can't get used to?" she gave him a smirking yet confused look.
"Honestly... Yeah!" agreed Markus.
"Well then I guess I'll have to put in some work to keep you guessing, don't I?" she laughed.
"That you do, mom." He said just as she noticed the waitress coming towards their direction.
The mother and son barely talked much engorging themselves in the food before they went out for a walk in the rain. Under a single umbrella. Their arms locked. The rain masking their conversation with each other. They took shelter nearby when the rain got heavy, hidden under the umbrella from the rest of the world, making out in public as mother and son. Groping and fondling each other.
The decided to take a quick detour into the park once the rain slowed down.
"Today should have been a beautiful day, you know." He said strolling.
"Why is that?" she laughed, "Because you can somehow control the rain?"
"No. Because I wanted my first date with you, to be..." he said glancing down at her to the side with a smile bright enough to offset the glooming rain.
"That's sweet. But you should know that this is not a date." She said confidently.
"It's not?" he asked.
"NO! Come on." She muttered. "We ruined everything pure about us me being your mom. And just because we fucked doesn't mean that we're gonna be dating?" she spoke.
Markus nodded along listening to her. She always was very intuitive.
"People who date grow apart. The reason why I think they grow apart is because, being a couple means, two people from different world who come together to share their lives and experiences the hopes of finding love." She said.
"Yeah? You don't think that's true with you and me?" he asked.
"Fuck no, baby!" she said, "I've loved you since the moment you were born. There's nothing in the world that could get me to not love you, Markus." She spoke.
"And I love you too, mom. I've loved you the longest and as..." Markus was blurting out words as he was thinking. Processing and coming down to the decision that he has. "as... as truly as I do. I don't think I've ever loved anyone as truly as I do you, mom."
"Exactly. People who date grow apart because they come together in the hopes of love. They try to impress each other and figure out each other as much as they can and try to fit into each other's lives. And once they discover the real person under all the impression they pose in order for the other person to like them. The fall apart."
Markus nodded.
"And you and me. That's never going to happen, because for one thing. I raised you damnit. And I've done a pretty good job at it. You are a great man and phenomenal in bed. All that's left for the both of us to explore each other, is sexually." She grinned, bumping against him softly.
"That, I'm behind." He concurred.
It didn't take long before the mother and son were giggling, desperately muffling the moaning and grunting in the bushes on a pile of dried leaves damp from the rain. Fucking in the open rain, their umbrella stuck in the bushes.
"My god, mom. This is so fucking wild." He laughed fucking her.
"FUCK baby, yes."
"Have you ever done this before?" he asked.
"What fuck in the bushes?" she confirmed.
"Yeah..." he nodded
"NO!" she laughed adjusting her position as she pushed her hip up to meet his thrusts.
Markus kissed her passionately, groping her freely, "I love you, mom!" he muttered
"Ohhh fuck!" he cooed, "What we're doing to bad on so many levels excluding... FUCK!" she grunted, "Excluding the fact that we're fucking in public." She mumbled kissing him back.
"As long as I get to keep doing this?" he grunted fucking her, "I don't think, there's anything else that matters, mom."
"FUCK! Baby, I'm close." She announced.
"Me too." He grunted as he thrust into her, planting his pelvis into her, sunk in. Pushing her into the pile of dead leaves and burying his face into her neck grunting as he came hard.
She held him cradled in her arms and wrapped her legs around him. Comforting him as he stayed buried inside her.
Alison laid gawking up at the trees, and the pouring sky peeking through. Her son inside her, and in her arms. And at that moment. At that exact moment. She smiled at just how content she was with life.
*****
Alison: Sleep well last night?
Markus: Yeah, you?
Alison: Yes! Very!
Markus: When did you leave?
Alison: I don't know, probably around 2 I think.
Markus: You shoulda woke me up.
Alison: Come on, baby. You're working today. You need your sleep. Especially after last night.
Markus: You're working today too.
Markus: Aren't you?
Alison: I am, but I can manage.
Markus: And you thought I couldn't?
Alison: Stop twisting my words, Markus
Markus: Fine! I'd suggest you ask dick for a half day off. You can't function without sleep.
Alison: Just a night. Relax.
Markus: Listen to me woman. I'm your son, and you listen to me.
Alison: Or else what?
Markus: Or else I'll spank you.
Alison: Don't you spank me enough?
Markus: Great I'm getting hard again.
Alison: Need help with that?
Markus: MOM! Stop it.
Alison: FINE! I gotta go. Catch you later, baby. Bye.
Alison tucked her phone under the papers she grabbed and stepped into Dick's office to brief him on his rescheduling.
Just as she was done, he said, "One more thing."
"Yes?" she asked.
"Cute dress."
Alison beamed in the compliment. "Thanks" she said.
His eyes took notice of her for the first time ever. She stood almost to model herself for him. "Are those stockings?" he asked. "Don't think I've seen you wear them before."
"Yes they are." She said meeting his eyes which wandered her curves and her legs. Having had the weekend that she did, she welcomed his feasting eyes. "Didn't realize you were so keen on what I wear under my skirt."
"I'm a legs man. I always notice legs." He admitted shamelessly.
"Thigh highs or panty hose?" he asked.
"Thigh highs!" she said declaring, "Always!" she said. Almost offended that he's suspect her wearing pantyhose.
"You don't like pantyhose?" he asked.
"Never liked em." She confessed.
"Neither did I" he admitted.
"Didn't realize men tried them on." She joked, smirking.
"A joke like that warrants a spanking."
"Is that a promise?" she teased.
He scanned her body and paused in silence before continuing. "Did I pay for them?" he asked.
"Nope." She said. "These are all mine."
