Camille Pt. 3 (Alt)

Author's note:

This is the 3rd chapter in a series about a young woman who is seduced by her boyfriend's mother.

The first version of this chapter was originally published earlier this year, however, when I wrote it, I came close to having an incestuous plot twist while not fully committing to it. Based on reader feedback, I've written this alternate ending that fully commits to the incestuous angle. For those who already read the original telling of this chapter, rewritten sections are in italicized text in this version, which amounts to basically the last 1/3 of the story (the first 2/3 of the story is basically unchanged except for minor grammatical corrections).

If incest is not your cup of tea, please just wait until the next (final) installation of this series.

Main Characters

Nicole - 18 yo college freshman. 5'2", 115 pounds, dirty blonde hair, C cup.

Camille - 45 yo corporate executive. 5'9", 125 pounds, long dark hair, B cup.

Josh - 18 yo college freshman. 6'1", 175 pounds, brown hair.

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Camille, My Boyfriend's Mother Part 03

*****

"I'm nervous," I told my boyfriend, Josh, as I stood before him wearing only a thong and lacy bra.

We were in my dorm room, but my dormmate had gone home for the weekend to visit her parents out of state. There were two formal dresses laid out on the bed before me, and I was trying to decide what to wear for the party later that evening.

Suddenly I felt a loud slap on my ass, and I turned around to give Josh a glare.

"I thought you were here to help me pick out a dress for your family function tonight," I said in frustration.

"I'm sorry," he said playfully. "Your cheeks just look so irresistible in that thong."

"Grr. Men," I fumed. "There's always one thing on their mind."

He grabbed me from behind and wrapped his arms around me as he leaned in and gave me a kiss on the side of my neck.

"I just want to make a good impression with your family," I sighed in exasperation.

"You don't have anything to be nervous about," Josh reassured me. "My mother, Camille, already loves you, and God knows that I love you. Everyone else there tonight will love you, as well."

I pushed him away and looked back over the two dresses laid out on my bed as I bit my bottom lip. I knew how judgmental my family could be of people, and I didn't want to give his side any fodder to create negative impressions of me.

"The purple one," Josh suggested.

I held it up. It was knee length and perfectly presentable. The neck plunged down to show a little cleavage, but nothing outrageous. Not too showy, but not too conservative. I couldn't argue against his suggestion.

"Wear it with stockings," Josh added.

"Because I've got pasty legs," I guessed, although I was always my own worst critic.

"Because you look incredibly sexy in stockings," he said with a cheeky grin as I gave him a smirk.

"Is sexy the look I'm really going for at your grandmother's 75th birthday party?" I retorted as I shook my head in frustration. Josh's mother, Camille, was throwing a large party that evening at her home, and all of Josh's family would be in attendance to celebrate the family matriarch.

Truth be told, I knew that both dresses were perfectly fine, but my own insecurities were getting the better of me again. His family came from money, and I still feared fitting in with an upper-class crowd, no matter how much Josh or Camille reassured me that I'd fit in.

Sensing my trepidation, Josh rubbed my shoulders with his strong hands. "You'll be fine. Trust me. Besides, you need to get that dress on."

"Why the rush? I've still got to do my hair and make-up," I protested.

"Because the longer I see you standing there looking all sexy in your underwear, the more I want to slip my hand down your panties," he said as he nibbled lightly on my neck.

I wasn't in any mood for sexy time, and I pushed him away. "See what I said. Men. There's always only one thing on their mind," I said as I stepped into the dress, but then I felt guilty for shooting him down so coldly, so I gave him a wink. "But play your cards right, and maybe I'll let you get lucky after we get back."

"Your roommate is gone for the weekend," he realized.

"Exactly!"

*****

I sat silently in the car while Josh played music on the stereo, but my emotions were a mountain of conflict as I remained torn between Josh and Camille.

On one hand, Josh was fun and handsome, but he constantly bickered with his mother, and the more he complained, the more it sounded like whining, and I found myself more often than not siding with her, although I didn't dare admit it to him.

He was so preternaturally intelligent that he could coast by on his innate talent and still get good test scores, whereas it felt as if I was studying at all hours to maintain my grades. He was content to just get by whereas I was driven to succeed. The longer my relationship with Josh lasted, the more I saw the fatal character flaws that Camille frequently scolded him over.

I didn't fashion myself a lesbian, but Camille had a mysterious allure that drew me in. She was charming and sophisticated in all the ways I wished I could be, and I liked to think that some of her elegance and wisdom would rub off on me, even if it was only a tiny fraction.

The very fact that Camille was interested in me at all still surprised me. She was exotic and composed while I felt so plain and awkward. Nevertheless, she went out of her way to mentor me. First in how I dressed and acted, and then emotionally and even sexually.

Camille opened a whole new world to me, a world of fashion, sophistication, wisdom, and sexuality. Although I knew we could never be an open couple, her faith in me was reaffirming, and I felt as if I learned more from her in the few weeks we had spent together than in all my previous 18 years on this earth.

Josh, on the other hand, was seemingly growing more childish and whiny by the day. Perhaps it was to spite his mother, but whatever the case, lately I felt almost more like his mother than his lover. Heaven forbid Josh ever learned of my relationship with his mother, though. He already resented her, and I could only imagine how devastated he would be losing his girlfriend to her.

I found myself criticizing little things about him, although I tried to tell myself that we were just moving past the honeymoon phase of our relationship. Nevertheless, I couldn't help worrying that the fire in our relationship wasn't settling into an eternal flame so much as it was slowly dying out.

*****

15 minutes later we were at Camille's house, and I instantly felt like I was under interrogation. Josh's relatives were all perfectly pleasant and nice, but they swarmed around me to the point it was almost suffocating.

Josh had barely even introduced me before his grandfather whisked him away, leaving me to fend for myself as literally dozens of his relatives seemingly descended upon me.

Evidently Josh and Camille and already told them all about me, so they all knew who I was, but I knew nothing about them. There were cousins and aunts and uncles, and I was always bad with names, anyway, so I was hopelessly lost trying to remember who was who.

They all seemingly took a keen interest in me, but aside from his grandmother, the birthday celebrant, everyone else was like a fish in a sea of bright friendly anonymous faces.

"Nicole, could you lend me a hand for a moment?" Camille's lilting voice carried across the room.

She stood at the door to the kitchen, and I shot her a look of gratitude for throwing me a lifeline as I quickly stood up and excused myself to join her in the kitchen.

"You looked like you needed a life preserve," Camille laughed after she closed the kitchen door behind us.

"Thank you," I said profusely. "My anxiety was shooting through the roof. They're nice and all, but it was quite overwhelming."

"They're all gossip mongers, and you're fresh, fertile meat for them to feast on," she said dismissively.

"But they all seem so nice."

"Looks can be deceiving," Camille countered.

The party chatter from the rest of the house seeped through the walls of the kitchen, reminding me of the throng of people waiting outside, and I was thankful for the brief respite from the third-degree grilling.

"I just want to make a good impression on them. Both you and Josh are important to me," I emphasized.

"You're doing fine," Camille reassured me as she placed her hand on the side of my face and then leaned in to give me a quick kiss on the lips. "Just relax and be yourself."

The kiss only lasted for a second, but I looked around nervously, frightened that someone could walk into the kitchen any second and see me kissing my boyfriend's mother. Nevertheless, the kiss calmed my nerves, and I took a deep breath.

"Did you actually need help with anything?" I offered.

"No, but why don't you carry out this charcuterie tray so that it's less obvious I was just pulling you away from their game of 20 questions," Camille said with a wink.

I smiled and grabbed the tray off the counter before making my way back out to the party.

A few minutes later, some of Josh's female cousins introduced themselves and invited me to join them, pulling me away from the probing questions from Josh's aunts and uncles. I was thankful to be talking with girls my own age, feeling I'd have more in common with them than the family elders.

From across the room, Josh was talking with his grandfather. His face was smiling, but I saw the flustered look in his eyes as his grandfather obviously had him cornered. I wondered if Camille would throw him a similar lifeline as she did for me, although she passed by with a tray of finger food, seemingly content to let her son flounder on an island.

Meanwhile, Josh's cousins, the girls, were all pleasant, although their conversation seemed focused on pop music and celebrity gossip, neither of which I was terribly fluent in, but it was nice to feel like a part of the crowd and not on the receiving end of a cross examination.

15 minutes later, my phone buzzed, and I casually looked down at the screen.

"Is something wrong?" one of the girls asked.

"Not at all," I said, playing it off. "It's nothing."

I looked around the room and saw that Josh had somehow escaped his grandfather's grip and was nowhere to be seen.

"Josh is probably just in the restroom," the cousin remarked as my eyes scanned the room.

"I'm sure you're right," I replied.

Josh had sent me a text telling me to meet him in his bedroom in five minutes, although I had no idea why. He looked troubled and stressed while talking to his grandfather, and I wondered if his grandfather had triggered his anxiety.

Even though he had been whiny lately, he was still my boyfriend, and I wanted to comfort him. The five minutes passed slowly, but they passed, and then I took the opportunity to excuse myself from the conversation.

As I turned the corner into the hallway, the din of voices from the main room grew dimmer. Josh's room was at the end of the hall on the left, and I entered it. Josh was waiting behind the door, and he pulled me into the room and closed it.

"What's wrong?" I asked, suddenly concerned as he locked the door to give us privacy. "Did your grandfather upset you?"

I saw a playful look in his eyes when he turned back around. "I told you how sexy you look in that outfit. Especially knowing what you're wearing underneath."

"Jesus, Josh," I said as I pushed him away. "We're at your grandmother's birthday party. This is neither the time nor the place."

He approached me again and wrapped his arms around me. "Au contraire. This is the time and the place," he insisted.

"And what if someone comes looking for you?"

"All the more reason to hurry up," he countered.

His hands reached down to the hem of my skirt and started raising it up as his lips went to the side of my neck.

"What's gotten into you?" I sighed, his warm breath on my neck already starting to melt my defenses.

"I get so worked up at these things. My mother is a corporate executive, and my father runs his own large successful company, and I'm their only son. The expectations on me are sky high."

"So that makes you horny and want to have sex," I said incredulously.

"It makes me want to escape, to take my mind off it, even if just for a few minutes. My grandfather was just asking me about what kind of legacy I'm aiming to leave. I mean, Jesus, I'm 18 fucking years old."

"I'm sorry," was all I could offer, and suddenly my own questioning out there seemed mild by comparison.

"I'm sorry," he apologized. "I'm just stressing out."

He leaned in to kiss me, and I fell backwards onto his bed, and he fell down on top of me.

"Fine," I decided, and my hands reached for his belt and quickly undid his trousers. "But we need to be quick."

Against my own better judgement, I felt sorry for him and decided I should be a good girlfriend. Even though he could be whiny and lazy, he was nowhere near as bad as Camille and his grandfather evidently made him out to be.

His face brightened as I hurriedly pulled down his pants and boxers, taking his already hard cock into my hands. He smiled mischievously, like a naughty boy who knew he was getting away with something.

"Let me grab a condom," he said as he tried to reach for his nightstand, but I held him on top of me.

"I started on the pill," I whispered in his ear.

"So you mean..." his voice trailed off.

"Yes."

We had fooled around without condoms before, but he always either pulled out or I was safely off my fertile period when he ejaculated. Lately, I got tired of us having close calls, so I started going on the pill a few weeks before.

Josh was already hard, but his cock started throbbing in my hand. Then he sat up on the bed and lifted my legs into the air. He hiked my dress up to my waist and then pressed his cock against my sex, and I sighed as my pussy quickly moistened. He tugged at the thin, elastic fabric of my thong and pulled it aside, and the air suddenly rushed against my wetness.

My body was shaking in excitement. I looked down and saw his cock pulsing with promise, and I threw my head back and closed my eyes as I waited for him to enter me.

I spread my legs wider and shivered in anticipation as he tapped his cock against my wet mound.

My eyes were still closed as I sighed, "I thought we were in a hurry."

Josh chuckled while I drew a deep breath to keep myself calm.

"Please," I begged him.

And then he pressed forward, his cock parting my labia, and I let out a long slow moan. I was already so wet that his cock easily slid its full length inside me with no resistance, instantly filling me with the full girth of his manhood.

I opened my eyes as Josh fell on top of me, and we laid there face to face and started making out as he began vigorously fucking me. His thrusts were deep and powerful as he slammed himself into my body, his full weight crashing into me as I wrapped my stocking clad legs around him and pulled him into me that much deeper.

"That's it, baby, just like that," I encouraged him, my own arousal quickly rising.

Josh kissed me on the lips, our tongues dancing a tango as his cock plowed my pussy.

"Oh God," I whimpered in pleasure, but then Josh's body tightened, and the next thing I knew, he was emptying himself inside me.

His warm seed oozed out, filling my pussy. Josh had been holding himself up, but his body collapsed, and his full weight came down on me, and I relaxed my legs and let them fall to the side as his cock started to soften inside me.

He had gotten me all hot and bothered only to cum before I could climax also, and it left me feeling horny and unfulfilled, although I tried to hide my disappointment.

"I'm sorry," he said, at least acknowledging his premature ejaculation. "You got me too excited," he explained with an embarrassed laugh.

His cock slipped out of me, and suddenly, all I could hear was the chatter and noise from the party through the thin walls of his room.

"it's just as well," I noted. "Someone will surely come looking for us soon."

I quickly fixed my clothing, putting my panties and dress back in place.

"I'll make it up to you later," Josh promised.

"You'd better," I said, faking a smile.

"Go ahead out first. I'll follow in a few minutes," he remarked.

I checked myself quickly in the mirror, and everything looked in place, so I headed back out to the party. Everybody greeted me with a friendly face or wave as I passed by, but I couldn't help feeling they somehow knew what I'd been up to, as if they could smell the sex on my body.

This time, one of Josh's aunts stopped me, and I entered into a polite conversation with her.

A few minutes later, Josh re-emerged, and he joined some of his male cousins.

I saw Camille standing across the room talking with her mother and father, but she looked distressed. It was almost jarring to see since Camille was always so composed and sophisticated. Then Camille suddenly got up and stormed out of the room.

A minute later, my phone buzzed again, only this time I had a text from Camille asking me to meet her back in her bedroom.

I quietly excused myself from my conversation with Josh's aunt, and I made my way down the hallway again, this time to the master bedroom at the end of the long hall.

"Camille," I said as I poked my head past the door.

She was facing away from me with her head in her hands.

I closed the door behind me and slowly made my way to her, but I was shocked to see tears on her face as I approached.

"I'm sorry you're seeing me like this," she said, her voice emotional and breaking.

"What happened?" I asked, concerned.

"It's nothing new. You think I'd be used to it by now," she replied as she wiped away a tear.

I sat down next to her on the bed and put my arm around to comfort her. Camille was always so composed and collected that it was unnerving to see her in such a vulnerable state. Our roles suddenly felt reversed, and it felt odd for me to be the consoler. Nevertheless, she had provided me so much support and encouragement, all I wanted was to return the favor in her hour of need.

"I'm here for you," I offered.

Camille took a few deep breaths to calm herself down, although I could still see the tears stains on her face, and her makeup was beginning to run.

"It's my mother. She just can't help herself. She thinks I'm a failure because I'm not married," Camille lamented.

"What?" I blurted in response. "But you're wildly successful. A corporate executive."

"I know, and none of that means anything to her," she said in frustration. "She's very traditional. She'd rather I was a housewife waiting on a husband hand and foot."

I couldn't help thinking how full circle life was at times. Josh had a strained relationship with his mother because she didn't think he worked hard enough, whereas Camille had a strained relationship with her own mother because of her career focus. Damned if you do, damned if you don't, as they say.

"It's your life to live," I responded. "You can't let her guilt you like that. It's not like you're living under her roof, so what concern is it of hers."

"It's how she was raised," she reasoned. "She doesn't know any different, but it just hurts not having the approval of those you seek approval from the most. She thinks I'm a bad mother, and that's why Josh prefers to stay with his father."

"That's because his father isn't as strict on him as you," I scoffed.

"And she thinks I'd still be married to him if I was a better wife."

"It's not your fault, Camille," I said as I gave her a hug of encouragement. "You're a wonderful mother and woman."

"Thank you for that.," Camille smiled gratefully as she turned to me. "You're a good friend."

I started to respond, but then Camille kissed me out of nowhere. I fell back onto the mattress, and Camille fell down on top of me as we began to make out.

She kissed me with a passion and ferocity I'd never felt before, as if she was exorcising her demons by making out with me. I recalled how Camille just said her mother thought she was a failure as a mother and a wife, and I couldn't help thinking how much more disappointed she might be if she knew that her daughter was a lesbian.

Her hands ran through my hair as mine wrapped around her thin body. After a few minutes of passionately making out, Camille broke our kiss, and then her legs straddled my body as she sat up on top of me. She shook her dark hair free and pushed her chest forward as she closed her eyes and sighed.

She was dressed in a chic sleeveless black top paired with a skirt and stockings. As she straddled my body, her skirt, rose up nearly to her waist, revealing the top of her stockings. Then she pulled her top off, leaving her topless save for her black bra.

"What if someone comes looking for you?" I cautioned. "This is your house after all, and you're the party host."

"I don't care," she said resolutely.

Her hands reached for my dress straps, and she pulled them to the side and then slid my dress down below my breasts. I wore a lacy bra underneath, and my chest was slowly rising up and down as I breathed heavily in anticipation.

Then, I saw that familiar glint in her eye, and she reached behind my back and deftly undid my bra strap with one hand, while her other hand whisked my bra away, and suddenly my breasts were revealed.

She threw my bra aside before she removed her own and tossed it away also before falling back down on top of me. We resumed making out, our bodies almost melting into one. Her nipples rubbed against mine as our breasts pressed against each other. Our lips met, and I could taste her lipstick, and then the faint taste of the braised beef tips she had served at dinner on her tongue and breath as we began to make out all over again.

"Oh Nicole," she sighed.

Her hands were all over my body, and her smooth stockings rubbed against my own nylon clad legs as we couldn't get enough of each other. She raised up my skirt as her mouth lowered and began kissing the side of my neck, and I was defenseless, just lying there and letting her do anything she damn well wanted to me.

Camille slowly moved down my body until she was suckling on my breasts as I closed my eyes and arched my back slightly, forcing my tits upward and practically begging Camille to wrap her lips around them.

Then Camille sat up on top of me, her legs straddling my body. She hiked her skirt up to her waist as she sat there and revealed her red bikini cut panties, and I saw an obvious wet spot on the front. The blood was rushing to my nether regions, and I knew my own panties were becoming soaked, as well.

Camille turned around and laid on top of me so that her face was on my pussy while I laid there with her panties staring me in the eyes.

She pressed her wet panties down on my face, and the scent of her arousal filled my senses as the wet nylon fabric rubbed against my nose and lips. My fingers reached up and pulled her panties down. She pulled her left leg out, but she left the small red fabric dangling off her right ankle as I stared up at her beautiful pussy.

Meanwhile, I was still wearing my thong panties, and Camille's fingers pulled them down as well, and then she said, "Nicole, you've been a naughty girl."

I panicked as I realized my pussy was still filled with Josh's cum from earlier, and my panties were surely soaked in his cum. I could feel it drying up and turning sticky since Camille almost had to peel the fabric off my body.

"I'm sorry," I said, feeling terrible.

"I noticed you two were missing earlier. Now I guess I know why," Camille remarked.

I could've died from embarrassment, and I attempted to push her off me, but she was deceptively strong and kept me pinned down. Her hands spread my legs a little wider before moving back to spread my labia, and then she leaned down and tasted my sex.

"Camille," I cried out in horror. "You don't have to do this."

She didn't answer me, but her tongue was having an immediate effect. I laid there dumbfounded that Camille was eating out my pussy and lapping up her own son's cum as it leaked out.

As I looked up, her own bald pussy was staring me in the face, and then a drop of her arousal dripped down onto my tongue, and suddenly I couldn't resist the temptation. She ground her pussy in my face, and I happily lapped away at it, drinking in her juices. I spread her lips and savored the taste of her wetness as it pressed like a soaked sponge against my face, coating my skin in her arousal.

Meanwhile, my pussy was triggered as Camille inserted a finger inside me, and she quickly made her way to my G spot and began expertly working it over.

Soon, our little game of sixty-nine seemingly turned into a competition to outdo the other. I spread her labia and found her clitoris, and soon my tongue was focused on her little nub.

Both of our pussies were dripping like faucets. I swallowed down her nectar like it was holy water, and the more I played with her clit, the more juice I was rewarded with.

Camille's fingers curved up and were quickly driving me to orgasm, my arousal intensifying by the second. I was still sexually frustrated from earlier when Josh ejaculated prematurely, and I desperately wanted to go all the way this time.

She was equally enjoying the attention I was giving her sex as Camille was grinding her pussy in my face and against my tongue, her pussy seeking out pleasure.

We were both quickly racing up the mountain, the literal climax fast approaching. Her fingers probed my hole as her tongue drank in my juices as it literally leaked out of me. I raised my legs up and wrapped them around her head, pulling her face in, forcing her mouth and tongue against my sex.

My own hands were on Camille's firm ass, feeling the toned touch of her glutes and even lightly fingering her asshole. Both of us were moaning incessantly by this point, and the distinct sound of our bodies rubbing together filled the air as she writhed on top of me.

And then the orgasm hit me hard and fast. My pussy was like a ticking bomb, and it exploded in a rush of endorphins consuming my body as Camille's body tensed up, and she pressed her pussy one last time against my face and held herself there as she began convulsing, her body turning stiff as her muscles spasmed in my arms.

Both of us were left breathless and exhausted by our intense orgasms. I was literally left in a state of shock, feeling as if I'd been run over by a freight train, unable to move or even utter a word as I just laid there trying to recover while I reveled in the afterglow of my orgasm.

Finally, Camille rolled her body off mine to the right, and she laid on the bed next to me, although she was turned 180 degrees from me, her feet near my head and vice versa. She raised her feet up, and her red panties were still dangling from her right ankle, but now they were mere inches away from my face.

"You know what that was you saw on me, right?" I asked as I was reminded that Josh's cum was leaking out of me when she pulled down my panties.

"I don't question things in the heat of passion," Camille said dismissively.

Then she reached down and pulled her red panties off her ankles and proceeded to work them onto my legs and pull them up on me.

"What are you doing?" I asked, sitting up.

"Shh," she said as she brought her fingers to her lips. "It's our little secret."

Camille reached over to the floor and picked up my black thong and put it on herself. I winced as I saw a big glob of Josh's cum pooled on the bottom of the panties, but Camille didn't seem to mind.

"Come, let's get dressed," she said with a smile as she brushed the hair from my face. "I'm sure someone will be looking for us soon enough."

I just laid on the bed and watched Camille as she got dressed. She had always seemed like the model of perfection, and even the slight signs of aging seemed like they only enhanced her beauty somehow. Knowing about her own strained relationship, not just with Josh but also with her own parents, cast her in a new light in my eyes. She suddenly looked more human, more relatable even. No longer was she this almost mythic creature, but I realized that she struggled with the same battles of acceptance and love that I dealt with.

Camille finished dressing while I still laid there. Then she picked up my dress, and I sat up to take it from her, but she gently pushed my hand aside.

"Let me," she said softly.

She placed the dress over my body as I slipped my arms through the arm holes.

"My bra?" I questioned, thinking Camille had somehow forgotten it, but she just smiled mischievously instead.

"Shh," she said again. "That too can also be our little secret."

She ran her hands over the dress fabric to smooth it out over me, but the seemingly innocent act felt incredibly sensual as her hands ran over the curves and contours of my body, and tingles ran up and down my spine.

The next thing I knew, she did the small zipper in the back of my dress. I thought she was done, but then she picked up my shoes off the floor and slipped them on my feet, and the touch of her hands on my calves while putting them on was more erotic than I would've imagined possible.

Camille looked up at me and smiled while doing so as she seemingly knew exactly what she was doing to me. Lastly, she picked up a brush and gave my hair a few strokes to straighten it out, and I felt like a pampered princess.

"Let's go, my beautiful Nicole," she encouraged me after finishing.

"I could stay in here forever with you," I whispered, feeling more in love with Camille than ever.

"As could I with you, but reality waits for us out there, and it's time to face reality," she concluded simply.

We emerged together into the party a minute later.

"Where have you two been?" Camille's elderly father commented.

I froze, completely unprepared to answer his simple question.

"I was just showing Josh's baby pictures to Nicole," Camille smoothly fibbed.

I breathed a huge sigh of relief as I rejoined Josh's female cousins in their endless conversation on the latest celebrity gossip and tik tok trends.

The rest of the party passed quickly and began winding down after another hour. The cake was done, the presents were all opened, and then Josh's grandmother declared that she was ready to go home, and everyone took the cue to wrap up the festivities. Soon, the family was all saying their goodbyes and making their way to the door to head home for the evening.

*****

A half hour later, Camille, Josh, and I were the only ones left in the house, putting away the last of the food and dishes.

"Don't bother yourself," Camille told me as I started to wash the dishes in the sink. "I have cleaners coming in the morning to take care of all that."

I was reminded again how different Camille's life experience was from mine. I had been through countless family functions growing up, and ever since I'd been a teen, it was expected I'd help clean up and do dishes afterward.

"I suppose we should head back to the dorms," I said as I looked at Josh.

"Nonsense. I saw both of you sneaking in glasses of wine or shots of liquor during the night," Camille shot back. "I won't let you drive back if you've been drinking. You're both spending the night here. I insist."

"Mom!" Josh whined. I saw the crestfallen look on his face as he looked at me pleading, his eyes clearly signaling that he wanted to spend the night alone with me in my dorm room with my roommate out of town.

I just shrugged my shoulders, unsure how to refuse Camille's directive.

"Stop complaining," Camille chided her son. "Nicole, you can stay in the guest bedroom. Josh, you of course have your own bedroom here."

"Mom, you're treating me like a little kid. I'm an adult now, and Nicole is my girlfriend. She can stay in my room," Josh pouted.

"It's my house and my rules," Camille coldly shut him down.

Josh looked exasperated, and he stomped off in frustration, leaving me alone with Camille in the kitchen.

"He'll get over it," she reassured me.

"He feels like you're too hard on him, that you have unreasonable expectations," I told her flatly.

"That is why he always runs to his father, because he lets Josh practically get away with bloody murder. He wouldn't even be in college now if it was up to him. He originally wanted to take a year off and travel through Europe."

"I didn't know that," I said softly.

"Exactly. You two would never have even met if I hadn't put my foot down and insisted he continue his education."

Our conversation fell silent after that, and I excused myself to retire for the night.

I stood in the middle of the hallway. Camille's bedroom was at the end of the hall, and Josh's was immediately to my left while my guest room was opposite his immediately on my right.

Knowing how upset he was after the confrontation with his mother, I figured I should check on my boyfriend, and I softly knocked on his door.

"It's me," I whispered.

A few seconds later, the door creaked open, and a hand whisked me quickly into the room before closing behind me again.

Josh spun me around and pushed me back on his bed, falling on top of me as he started kissing me all over. His hands were already raising my dress and reaching for my panties.

"What are you doing?" I protested as I pushed him off me. "I probably shouldn't even be in your room when the door is closed."

Josh threw himself down on his back on the mattress next to me and punched his fist in the air out of frustration.

"Jesus, not you too," he complained, clearly annoyed.

"I'm your girlfriend. I'm on your side."

"Funny, it feels like you're always taking my mom's side lately," he countered.

"That's not true," I shot back.

"It sure feels like you two are teaming up against me."

"She just wants what's best for you," I said, realizing that I was taking Camille side, at least in this instance.

Josh just shook his head and laughed in disbelief. "Do you see what I mean? It's almost as if you like her more than me now."

"That's not fair," I warned him.

"That's not exactly a denial," he pointed out.

I was livid, even though I knew he had a point.

My hands moved to fix my dress as Josh asked, "Did you change your panties? Weren't you wearing a black thong earlier? Now you're wearing red?"

And then I remembered how Camille and I exchanged panties after we had sex earlier.

"What are you trying to say?" I stammered.

"I don't know, but I could've sworn..." he said, his voice trailing off as he looked at me in confusion.

I didn't know how to respond, and I panicked, figuring the best course of action was to just leave.

"I'm going to bed," I muttered as I quickly got up and left.

"Nicole - " he pleaded as I closed his bedroom door behind me and walked across the hall to my room for the night.

*****

It was a half hour later, and I was still wide awake. I laid in bed, thinking over my relationship with Josh and Camille. Josh was my boyfriend, but I'd been having an affair with his mother behind his back, and now I found myself increasingly more attracted to her than him.

I had taken off my shoes and stockings, but I was still in my party dress as I laid in bed. It was nearly midnight, and the room was darkened except for the dim light of the half-moon coming in through the window when I heard the doorknob turn and the door slowly creak open. Josh had been blowing up my phone with texts ever since our spat, and I assumed he had gotten restless over my ignoring his texts, so he came to my room to talk it out.

I was still steamed and in no mood to talk with him, so I rolled over on my side facing away from him and closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep.

The bedroom door slowly clicked closed, and then footsteps brushed across the carpet to the bed where I laid. The mattress bowed down as the visitor sat on the bed next to me.

"Josh, I don't want to talk right now. Just go back to your room and go back to bed," I chided him.

I was under the blanket, but I had one arm outside, and I felt a soft touch on my skin. The fingers were too slender and the touch too delicate to be Josh, and I instantly opened my eyes as I saw Camille's silhouette in the soft moonlight.

Her tender touch was comforting, but it also made my skin tingle with excitement. I felt a rush of relief that it was her, not Josh paying me a visit.

"I heard you two fighting earlier," she whispered.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you with our disagreement."

"He's my son, but you are almost like a daughter to me. If you are hurting, then I am hurting," she reassured me.

"How did Josh take it when you talked with him?" I asked, assuming she had visited her son first.

"He's acting like a little baby right now," she reasoned. "Besides, he's not ready to listen, so it's no use talking to him. Maybe in the morning after he's had some time to cool off."

Camille's hand slid down the length of my arm and landed on my hand, and then her fingers interlocked with mine.

"I wanted to make sure if you're okay," Camille said as she smiled earnestly, the concern evident in her voice.

"He thinks I'm always taking your side, always defending you instead of defending him," I lamented.

"You mean he thinks you should blindly take his side," she pointed out.

"I suppose."

"You're a smart girl, Nicole, and you can make up your own mind," she said. "You know right from wrong. That's what I like about you."

I threw the blanket off my body and sat up on the bed, although Camille's hand still held on to mine.

I stared into Camille's eyes, and she looked at me with warm, sympathetic eyes that practically melted my heart.

"I don't know what I'm doing," I blurted out.

Camille brushed the strands of hair from my face and cupped my cheek in the palm of her hand.

"You can't always plan out every last detail," she consoled me. "Sometimes life just happens, and you just have to let it happen."

"Like us?" I asked, my breath growing shorter. Camille was slowly leaning into me.

She nodded her head in agreement as I began to also lean into her.

And then our lips touched. Just barely before I instantly pulled back.

"But Josh?" I pleaded, wracked by guilt.

"Do you want me to leave?" she whispered.

And suddenly my mind and thoughts crystallized.

"No," I realized, my voice steely with resolve. "I want you."

My guilt over sleeping with Josh's mother suddenly disappeared, and all that was left in its wake was my love for Camille. I quickly realized I'd rather lose Josh than let Camille leave my room in that moment.

And I kissed her again with passion, with all the lust that had built up between us. My hand reached to the back of her neck, and I fell back on the bed, and Camille came down on top of me, our tongues dancing as she crawled up on the bed and over my body.

I realized that Camille was wearing a silk robe, and I undid the strap tied around her waist and then pulled the robe open as she began nibbling on my ear.

Then I pulled the robe off Camille and tossed it aside, and she was left wearing nothing but my black thong panties she had put on earlier. Her bare breasts pressed against me as her hands undid the zipper on the back of my dress.

I lifted my bottom off the bed just enough for Camille to deftly slide my dress down, and I kicked it aside. She looked down and smiled when she saw her red panties on me.

She had a naughty look in her eyes as she stared down my body before leaning in again for another intense make out session. My hands were all over her back, her muscles taut and hard, but her skin still supple and soft.

I sighed as her fingers slipped inside my panties and began playing with me, rubbing against my labia. I was so wet, and then one of her fingers slipped inside me as I wrapped my legs around her body.

I was so turned as she kept kissing my neck, and an intense urge to taste her overtook my body. I threw her off me to the side on the bed, and then I immediately jumped up on top of her.

"Oh Nicole," she cried, clearly surprised by my aggression.

I held her arms back as I pinned her down on the bed and kissed her on the mouth, my long hair falling down and shrouding our kiss.

I gave her a devilish grin and brought my finger to my lips to tell her "Shh" before I sat up and knelt over between her legs.

Her long body was laid out before me like a buffet, and I was ready to feast. I licked my lips as I smelled the scent of her arousal coming up from her soaked panties.

"Oh my, those look like my panties," I panted, and she smiled down at me as she placed a second pillow under her head to prop herself up higher to better watch.

I spread her legs wider as I looked down at her. Even in the dim moonlight, I could see the wet spot on the black fabric, and I leaned in to inhale her aroma.

"I'm going to have to take these back," I remarked as I slipped my fingers inside the band and began to slide them off.

Her pussy was revealed, and the scent of her arousal became ten times stronger as it filled the room.

"Oh Nicole," she softly cooed.

And then I leaned in to let my tongue taste her, and her body tensed as her slightly bitter, metallic taste hit my tongue.

I gave her labia a kiss with my lips as her body trembled in pleasure in my arms. Her legs wrapped around my head, and her fingers ran through my hair as my fingers spread her labia. Even in the darkness, her pink flesh underneath almost glowed, and she sighed deeply as my tongue flitted at it.

Camille's breathing quickly grew heavy, and I lapped it up as her juices started flowing freely, her body writhing in pleasure in my hands.

She moaned and muttered her approval as I spread her labia even wider and moved a little farther north to her clitoris. It was swollen in arousal, and I took it in my mouth, sucking gently on it, and she whimpered, almost crying as she tried to control herself.

"Oh Nicole," she cried out again. "You don't know what you're doing to me."

Except that I knew exactly what I was doing to her. My love for Camille was becoming crystal clear, and I wanted to make her feel my love.

As I sucked on and licked her clit, I also slipped a finger inside her, and she gasped in surprise.

I was drunk on her juices, lapping it up as it secreted from her pussy. I licked my tongue up the length of her slit, and Camille arched her back as the pleasure grew too intense.

And then my finger found her G spot, and she sat up as she shoved my head back down on her pussy. My lips latched back onto her clit while my finger began tickling her g spot, and her eyes grew wide, and her mouth grew filthy.

"Fuck, Nicole. You've unlocked my body. I thought I was teaching you, fuck. Now you're, God, you're... oh Nicole... you've turned me into a horny mess... now I'm... I'm... "

Her voice trailed off as she became lost in her arousal.

Her body was getting close to an orgasm, and I was on a mission to push her over the edge. I wanted to feel her body quaking in my arms, to hears her moans in my ear, to see the look of pure pleasure on her face.

"God, Nicole, you've turned me into, fuck!" she muttered, unable to even complete her thought.

My finger furiously worked her pussy, relentlessly rubbing against her G spot, her wetness flying off my hand as the sound of my hand throttling her pussy echoed around the room.

Camille spread her legs wider while my tongue kept sucking on her clit. She was crying out, trying not to be too loud, but unable to contain herself. She whimpered in pleasure as tears began to stream from her eyes.

And then her voice turned impossibly high as her body tensed up in my arms. For what felt like an eternity but was surely only a few seconds, I thought she might've even passed out.

And then her body exploded in orgasm.

She bit her lip, desperately trying not to scream out in pleasure, but her body convulsed. Her muscles were all seemingly spasming, and her hands were shaking as she tried to stroke my hair.

I kept pressing forward, rubbing her G spot for all it was worth with my finger while I licked and sucked on her clit as it seemingly throbbed on my tongue.

And then my world came crashing down.

"Nicole, I'm sorry, I've been an asshole lately, but - Mom, what the fuck!" Josh's voice screamed from behind me.

And then everything happened all at once in a blur. I wanted to make like an ostrich and bury my head in the sand, but the best I could do was bury it further in Camille's pussy to avoid facing my boyfriend.

Camille recoiled at being discovered. Her legs wrapped around my head and her arms went to her chest in a futile effort to cover herself up as she gasped in shock.

I was suddenly reminded I was stark naked and knelt down on the bed with my ass in the air and bent over to eat out Camille's pussy.

"I knew you two were close, but Jesus," Josh stammered in frustration. "And to think I came here to apologize."

"Josh, it's not what you think," I responded instinctively.

My heart was beating a mile a minute as I slowly turned around to face my boyfriend. His face was a mixture of hurt and frustration as his gaze shifted between Camille and me.

"My mother and my girlfriend are naked on the bed, and my girlfriend is eating out my mother's pussy. Tell me how it's not what I think," he flatly stated.

"Okay, so maybe it's exactly what you think," I confessed.

"That's enough," Camille calmly replied. "We're all grownups here."

"I don't get it, mom," Josh persisted. "It's not enough that nothing I do is ever good enough for you, but you have to go out of your way and steal my girlfriend, too."

"This isn't the time or the place for that," she maintained.

"When exactly would be the time and place for that? Maybe earlier this evening at nana's birthday party would've been a good time to declare that my girlfriend is your lover? Or Thanksgiving, so you can be thankful for my girlfriend. Or New Year's, so you can make a resolution to take my girlfriend from me," he said in frustration as he threw his hands up in the air.

"I'm sorry," Camille said softly.

By this point, I was turned over and lying naked on my back next to Camille on the bed. I remained silent, knowing I was fully complicit in letting my relationship with Camille get to this point.

"And you," Josh said, turning his gaze to me. "I thought you were on my side."

I finally found my voice. "There are no sides. We all have our faults. Camille isn't perfect, but she wants what's best for you."

"Don't be a bitch," he muttered.

"Why don't you grow a pair and stop acting like a wuss?" I shot back.

I saw the hurt look on his face as he stared at me, speechless.

"All you think about is yourself," I continued. "You don't even appreciate your mother or understand her own struggles."

Josh glared at me. "I should've known you'd take her side," he said with disgust. "But you're right; maybe I don't appreciate my mother. Maybe you can only appreciate my mother when your face is buried between her legs."

Camille sat up at that moment, still fully naked, but seemingly regaining her composure.

"That's quite enough," she declared. "I won't have you talking to Nicole or myself that way in your frustration over your own shortcomings."

Josh just stood there indignantly. "This is great. You're a shitty mother who steals my girlfriend, but I'm in the wrong."

And then something caught his eye. He looked on curiously at Camille's ankle, and I realized what he had noticed as his eyes shot back at me.

"Yes, those were the panties I was wearing earlier," I softly admitted.

"So then those red panties you're wearing - " he realized.

"Yes. We traded panties earlier," I quietly confessed.

"That's my cum on the panties," he questioned as he looked at Camille. "And you wore them."

I felt Camille's body shaking next to mine.

"Maybe I have been a bad mother," Camille blurted out. "I knew that was your cum on her panties."

Confusion reigned supreme on Josh's face. "And still you wore them. I don't know what you want from me."

He slumped down to the ground, his back against the wall as he held his head in his hands.

"Make this make sense," he cried out.

"I'm sorry I hurt you," Camille apologized. "That was never my intent. I've been lonely, too. And Nicole, I related to her so easily. She reminded me in so many ways of me when I was young."

Josh's gaze shifted to me, his eyes pleading. "Nicole," he called out, and I shifted uneasily on the bed. "It seems you're the common denominator here, the key to this whole puzzle. Maybe the question we should be asking is whom will you choose? My mother or me?"

Suddenly, I felt the weight of Josh's stare on me. My body tensed up, and I felt a knot growing in the pit of my stomach. And then Camille's gaze fell upon me, too, and my anxiety doubled.

It felt like an eternity, even though I knew only a few seconds passed. How could I choose? My heart and my mind were screaming two different answers. I realized my own guilt in this current situation as I carried on an affair with Camille behind my boyfriend's back. But I had only carried out the affair because I couldn't choose between them.

"This is all my fault," I said as the crushing weight of the situation fell upon me. "You're right. I'm the common denominator. I knew what was happening with everyone the whole time. And I failed you, Josh. I wasn't honest with you. And Camille, I let things go too far, and I don't know - "

The words failed me, and once the tears started flowing, I couldn't contain them.

"Nicole!" Josh called out as he rushed to my side.

He tried to console me, but I kept right on sputtering.

"I don't know how to make this right. I can't win," I continued on. "Anything I do, someone gets hurt, and it sucks. I let things go too far. And why? Because I was greedy. I couldn't say no."

"You're being too hard on yourself," Camille's dulcet tones chimed in as she up next to me and placed her arm on my back to comfort me. "I was chasing after you."

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

"Maybe it'd just be better if I just left," I concluded. "I'm the reason you're both fighting. I'm complicating everything for you and making it worse. I thought I could help, but I can't. And I can't be the reason you two don't get along."

"You're not the reason we don't get along," Camille reassured me.

"We've struggled with our relationship for years, long before you came along," Josh agreed.

I put my head in my hands as I curled up in the fetal position, and then I shook my head and just laughed in exasperation.

"I don't know what you both want from me," I muttered in frustration.

"I just want you to be yourself," Josh responded.

"You're perfect just the way you are," Camille added.

"I sure don't feel perfect," I said, meaning every word of it.

Then Josh leaned in, and I could smell the alcohol on his breath as he nibbled on the right side of my neck.

I wanted to swat him away, but then Camille leaned in also, her breath heavy with wine, and she began to nibble on the left side of my neck, and I froze.

Camille and I were still naked, and my body tensed up as my boyfriend and her mother were both coming on to me at the same time. Ostensibly, they were trying to comfort me, but it was manifesting in a decidedly erotic manner.

I was speechless, unsure how to even react. I turned to face Josh, and he kissed me before I could even say a word. Our lips parted, moving in unison as his tongue roamed freely into my mouth.

Meanwhile, Camille was working her way down my body, down my shoulder and then to my breasts.

Josh looked down and saw his mother suckling on my teat, but he just shook his head and resumed making out with me. Camille's tongue flicked against my nipple, and I gasped even as I sucked on my boyfriend's tongue.

I knew everything about the moment was wrong. Josh was drunk, and so was his mother, but I was too weak to resist. I knew this couldn't end well, but maybe that was a problem for another day. Or maybe they were so drunk they wouldn't even remember.

I could taste the whiskey on Josh's tongue as we continued kissing while Camille began sliding down my body again, her lips and tongue dragging down my abdomen as her hands ran down the side of my body, over the curves of my waist and down to my thighs, where she proceeded to spread my legs as she buried her face in my pussy.

I laid back down on the bed, my head turned to the side as I kept making out with Josh. He pressed his body against the side of mine, and the obvious bulge in his pants pressed against my hip. His hands caressed my cheeks and neck while we made out, and they began to roam lower, fondling my breasts and pinching my sensitive nipples, making me let out soft moans, even as his tongue was in my mouth.

And then his hand reached farther south, and I glanced down and saw that it was on his mother's head, playing with her hair as she spread my labia and began licking my pussy.

"God, what's happening?" I asked aloud, but Josh just responded with another open-mouthed tongue kiss that muffled my words.

My pussy was soaked in my juices, and Camille was lapping it all up. She found my clit and began gently massaging it with her tongue, and then she slipped a finger inside me, and I moaned out loud.

Josh's bulge pulsed against me, and my hand reached down to cup it. Then I undid his pants, and my hands reached inside the waistband of his underwear, and I wrapped my fingers around his shaft.

He was hard, his cock throbbing in my hands as I began to lightly stroke him.

"Oh God, Nicole," he moaned out.

And then Josh's pants and underwear were suddenly pulled down, and both of us looked to see what had happened, and Camille had pulled his pants and underwear clean off his body.

Now he was left bottomless, his cock still wrapped in my hand.

Unsure how to even react, my fingers released their grip on his cock, and I pulled my hand back, but Camille was still lying next to my pussy, facing Josh's body. His cock was hard and standing at attention as she sat staring at it, seemingly mesmerized and frozen in place.

A moment of silence hung over us as no one seemed to know what to do next. I heard the low whir of the ceiling fan lightly spinning overhead, and then Camille lunged forward, taking Josh's cock in her mouth.

Josh gasped and laid there in shocked silence as she held him in her mouth, her lips wrapped tightly around her son's manhood as she sucked on him.

Meanwhile, she still had a finger inside me, and she was working it back and forth, reaching up and rubbing against my g spot, and I let out my own wordless moan.

Then I looked at Josh, and we shared a confused glance, both of us still processing the reality of what was happening. Both of us utterly confused and incredibly turned on. Josh swallowed hard while Camille spread my legs wider.

We both glanced down as Camille pulled her finger out of me. As she slid her body over beside me, she pulled Josh's body on top of mine, keeping her hand wrapped around her son's cock the whole time. Then she lined up Josh's penis with my slit and let go as the tip of his manhood pressed against my pussy's entrance.

I let out another moan, my body turned on and wanting him to fill me with his sex.

"You two should be together," Camille commented, her words a little slurred. "I'm sorry I've come between you, so now I want to bring you back together."

And then Josh plunged his cock into me, and my eyes nearly rolled to the back of my head as I let out a primal scream of pleasure as Josh slowly began working his cock in and out of me. I could feel every inch of him snaking his way in my body, making me shudder as my spine tingled.

"What's happening?" I wondered aloud.

"We're making love," Josh calmly answered.

But then Camille appeared above me as she crawled on top of her son's body, her naked breasts pressing against the bare skin on Josh's back, the extra weight of her body adding on to his as his cock penetrated even deeper into me.

Josh closed his eyes. I couldn't tell if he was horrified or lost in lust to his mother's actions.

"You are the two most precious people in the world to me. I need you both to know that," Camille whispered, her words still slightly garbled.

Josh's cock throbbed inside me as he opened his eyes and turned his head to face his mother.

Then he turned back to me and muttered, "This is so fucked up."

But his cock still felt like it was growing inside me, like even more blood was rushing there, causing his cock to become even more engorged.

He began slowly gyrating his hips again, his cock sliding along the folds of my labia as Camille began kissing along his back.

Josh moaned as she started dropping tender kisses on his shoulders and began slowly making her way down, taking her time as she seemingly covered every inch of his back in her kisses.

Meanwhile, Josh and I resumed making out. I closed my eyes as his tongue re-entered my mouth. I lifted up my legs and wrapped them around Josh's body, and in doing so, I wrapped them around Camille as well. My hands reached around his back and tousled Camille's hair as she kept kissing all over her son's back.

By this point, his cock was almost impossibly large, and my own sex was dripping like a faucet as his manhood easily sliced through my slit without even the slightest resistance.

"Oh God, that feels so good," I cooed to my lover.

He leaned down and kissed my neck, and my back arched, the intensity of my arousal quickly escalating.

"You're right. This is so fucked up," I whispered back to Josh.

"But you like it. You're so fucking wet," he moaned back.

"Jesus, you're so hard. I think you like it even more than me."

"I bet I can make you cum before me," he challenged.

"Go ahead," I dared him.

All the while, Camille was still planting kisses all over Josh's back, and her hands were lightly massaging his strong arms.

I had replied cheekily to Josh, but I already knew I was closing in on a climax. My breath was growing short, and my muscles were already tensing up, my climax quickly approaching.

Josh's cock throbbed inside me as he kept stretching me wider and wider. I sighed in deep satisfaction and then let out a long slow moan as my body began to surrender.

Josh had always been well-endowed, but his cock felt even larger than before, as if he was even more turned on in the moment than he had ever been before in his life. I couldn't help thinking it wasn't just me turning him on, but that Camille was having an effect on him, as well.

And then I exploded in orgasm. My body tensed up, and my arms shot to the side, my fingers tightly tearing into the bedsheets with a death grip as I pushed my chest forward into Josh's, my sensitive nipples rubbing against his strong pecs.

"God, you don't know what you're doing to me," I cried out.

"I think I know exactly what I'm doing to you," he replied confidently. "Told you I can make you cum before me."

"Fuck you," I playfully spat back as I laughed at how easily I climaxed.

I felt almost paralyzed, as if my body was frozen in its current position with my legs and arms spread wide, almost like I'd been drawn and quartered.

And then he pulled out of me, but my body was still frozen, unable to move. Then he proceeded to turned over to face his mother.

"What the hell is happening?" he complained, panting heavily.

Camille had pulled back when he moved, and now she was sitting on her knees at the edge of the foot of the bed, her son only inches away. Both of them were naked, and his cock was still rock hard and pointing straight up in the air.

"I don't know," Camillie admitted. "I don't have all the answers. I know you think I'm perfect, that I somehow set this impossible standard for you to meet. But I'm not. I don't have anyone in my life. I couldn't make your father happy. You hate me. And the one person who brought me joy was Nicole, but she's your girlfriend, and I drove a wedge between you two because the truth is that I'm just a sad and lonely old woman."

"Mom, you're not - "

"It's okay. Maybe that's why I'm so successful in my career, always burying myself in my work to avoid thinking about the mess that is my personal life. Avoiding the parents that nothing I ever did was good enough for them. Avoiding the husband who had a wandering eye for every long legged blonde that crossed his path. And avoiding the son that mistook my love and discipline for resentment and punishment."

Josh was facing away from me now, but I saw his shoulders slump, and he released his balled up fists, the anger clearly dissipating from his body and replaced by sympathy.

"Mom, I had no idea - "

Tears were streaming down Camille's face as she held up her hand to stop Josh from talking. "I've made a mess of everything. You think I'm a strong woman, that I've got it all together, but I'm a mess inside. I hide it well, and I'm sorry you have to see all this. I just want to make it right, but I don't even know how," she said as she looked up the heavens and the tears started pouring all over again.

I was stunned to silence, but Josh reached out to embrace his mother, and she fell into his arms, both of them falling backwards on top of me.

I felt so awkward, but I was basically pinned down underneath them, although I was so moved by the emotional display that I didn't know what else to do, so I wrapped my arms around both of them.

My breasts were pressed against Josh's back, while my hands were on the soft supple skin of Camille's back. Camille was overcome with emotion, and she buried her face in Josh's shoulder. Josh seemed so stunned to find himself consoling his mother, that he just gently ran his fingers through her hair while she continued lying on top of him.

And then Camille let out a slight gasp, although I wasn't sure exactly why right away. But then Camille shifted her body downward, wiggling her hips a little bit, and Camille and Josh were staring with a shocked expression into each other's eyes. I glanced down and Josh's hard cock was disappearing into Camille, and I realized that his cock must've poked into her slit, and now she was actually working him in all the way.

They were both breathing heavily, both unsure what to say or do in the moment, and then both Josh and Camille turned to look at me, as if pleading for forgiveness.

"It's okay," I said with a smile, happy to see the tormented mother and son finally finding a connection. "Who am I to judge? I've already been sleeping with both of you."

Josh lifted himself up ever so slightly, just enough to allow me to pull myself out from under his body. I was still naked, but I slid off the bed and crouched down on the floor to the side.

Then Camille and Josh looked back in each other's eyes.

"Are you sure about this?" Camille tenderly asked her son.

He hesitated for a second before nodding his head in the affirmative.

Then Camille began slowly sliding back and forth on her son's pole. Her labia lips were tightly wrapped around Josh's hard cock, the veins in his shaft popping out as she glided effortlessly on his manhood.

Camille closed her eyes and exhaled deeply as she sighed, "God, that feels so good. It's been so long since I've been with a man."

Josh reached up and began fondling her breasts, teasing her nipples and making her moan out in pleasure.

"Oh God, what are you doing to me?" she cried out.

"I should be asking you that question," he reminded her.

"Fuck!" she spat out in a mixture of lust and frustration.

She began moving faster like a steam engine picking up speed as it pulls away from the station, and she leaned down and kissed her son, their mouths open and tongues dancing together.

Any lingering resistance that Josh still had melted away, and they began making love to each other.

I knew I should've been jealous that my boyfriend was having sex with another woman, yet I found myself turned on by the beautifully erotic scene taking place only a foot away from me on the bed. I was reminded of the old saying how it's a thin line between love and hate. Camille and Josh had always felt passionately about one another, but now the intensity that fed their resentment and tore them apart now fueled their love and healing.

As their lips broke, Camille began kissing the side of her son's neck, and Josh took the opportunity to roll them over so that Camille was on the bottom. His cock remained firmly implanted in his mother while they shifted positions, but Camille let out small cry as they rolled over.

She pulled the hair out of her face and stared up at Josh as she now laid naked on her back and underneath her son with his cock firmly impaled in her pussy. Josh looked down at her with a wicked, knowing smile, and then she wrapped her legs around his waist as he kissed her again and began fucking her in earnest.

Camille let out a shriek in surprise at the raw animalistic intensity of his thrusts,

"God, you're a man. All man," she said between rushed breaths, his thick manhood neatly slicing through her body.

"That's what I've been trying to tell you these past few years, but you keep treating me like a kid," Josh smirked.

"I think you're driving that message home with every thrust," Camille added as she looked down and watched his meaty cock pumping in and out of her pussy. Then she threw her head back on the pillow and arched her back as she let out a primal scream of pure ecstasy.

"All my friends used to talk about how much they wanted to fuck you," Josh commented. "It used to embarrass me. You'd be poolside in a bikini, and all my friends would be drooling over you."

"I had no idea," Camille sighed.

"But you never brought home boyfriends. You always dressed so nicely and took good care of yourself, so then they assumed you were a lesbian, although you still never brought anyone home."

"I wouldn't bring someone home unless it was a serous relationship," she explained. "I didn't want you exposed to my messy personal life."

"But then I find you in a relationship, and it's with my own girlfriend," he concluded.

My ears perked up when he mentioned me, and Camille shot me a quick glance and then looked back to Josh.

"I'm sorry," she apologized, her voice faltering. "I never wanted to hurt you, but I was lonely and selfish."

Josh's cock was blood engorged, as if he was wielding a club as he pounded it relentlessly into his own mother. But whatever Josh was dishing out, Camille took it, absorbing his assault and wrapping her arms around him and pulling his body against hers, the soft flesh of her mounds pressing tightly against his firm chest as they kissed, their lips locked in a smoldering kiss that burned with passion.

"I can't believe how long you're lasting," Camille commented after they broke the kiss.

"That's because I already came earlier inside Nicole," he reminded her.

Camille laughed. "I suppose I should've remembered. I was wearing her cum-filled panties earlier."

"You're such a slutty mom, and I had no idea."

"Hush your mouth. I'm still your mother," Camille scolded him.

But then mother and son laughed together and kissed again.

When they broke that kiss, I saw an almost pained, contorted expression on Camille's face, but then I realized she was coming close to climax.

Josh sensed it, too, and he began fucking her even harder with renewed vigor. Camille responded with a a long slow drawn-out moan as her body shivered in pleasure, but then they both settled into focused intensity.

They stared intently into each other's eyes as they both stopped speaking. The mood was hardly silent, however as their heavy breathing and the sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room. Camille's chest heaved up and down, her breasts lightly jiggling with every hard thrust that Josh stabbed into her body.

The strain of the continued pounding of his mother began to show on Josh's face, and the sweat was dripping off his hair and face down onto Camille. It was as if they were physically working out their issues. Their emotions had been laid bare, but words no longer needed to be spoken. Now they spoke in their physical actions.

Camille for so long had been the stern overbearing mother, and now she was almost submissive, letting her son, who had been petulant and immature for so long, prove his manhood.

Camille's was panting heavily. Her body was glistening in sweat, and the smell of her arousal filled the air in the room. Josh's cock was glistening in her juices, his white, meaty cock almost shimmering in the dim moonlight that shone through the curtains. As Camille's body lifted ever so slightly off the bed, I saw the large wet spot on the sheets underneath her, her arousal undeniable.

It was strange being a detached observer in that moment. Having slept with both of them, I recognized the tell-tale signs of an impending climax on their body and faces. Suddenly I noticed the similarities, how mother and son were alike in so many ways.

How they both closed their eyes and let themselves sink into their arousal, surrendering to their pleasure. How their heavy breathing turned into longer, more measured breaths the closer they got to climax, as if bracing themselves for the sweet release. Their muscles tensed up, the definition in their toned arms and back obvious in that moment.

Camille climaxed first. She opened her eyes again and stared into Josh's eyes as the orgasm took hold. It began with whimpers that quickly turned to open moans and then outright cries of pleasure. Her face almost looked pained, as if she was breaking through the last bit of embarrassment at her own son watching her climax, but she powered through as Josh's cock kept hammering into her, determined to reveal her most intimate moment to him.

She kept her eyes open the whole time and stared directly at her son, barely even blinking as her body began shaking intensely. The orgasm was taking hold, and her body was convulsing, the tears streaming down the side of her face as her fingers dug into Josh's back, her long nails pressing into his flesh.

Josh ignored any pain she inflicted and kept powering through her orgasm, continuing to pound her with long deep thrusts, his cock penetrating deep into his mother's body but slowing down as he worked the last remnants of pain and frustration out of his system.

And then Josh leaned down one last time as he kissed his mother, and it was as if he was pouring his soul into her. With one last mighty thrust he impaled himself balls deep into her body as he ejaculated deep inside, filling his mother with his seed as all the love and forgiveness he now felt for her could be felt through their kiss.

He held himself still as his cock continued pulsing, unloading the full contents of his balls into her while she laid still and just took in all the love and forgiveness he offered.

They held still in that position for what seemed like an eternity, and then their bodies finally relaxed as they broke the kiss. Josh's body almost collapsed on top of Camille, and then they both broke out in laughter.

"God, what the hell just happened?" Josh wondered aloud.

"I'm not even sure," Camille confessed.

I could see Josh's cock softening as he pulled back, and he slipped out of his mother's slit, his manhood wet with the mixture of his cum and her juices as he rolled off her body to the side on the bed.

Camille's legs were still spread, and her son's cum began to leak out as his creamy white ejaculate appeared at the folds of her pussy, her hole still plainly visible where Josh had fucked her ragged.

And then Josh spotted me and panicked. "Nicole, I'm so sorry. I - "

"It's okay," I reassured him. "I'm just glad you two... seem to be getting along better now."

"Well, that's one way to put it," Camille chuckled.

"I was caught in the middle," I explained, "being in relationships with both of you. And I heard the complaints from both sides and worried that somehow I was driving you apart, and that's the last thing I ever wanted."

"It was never your fault, Nicole," Josh insisted.

"Nicole, come here," Camille said as she motioned with her arms for me to join them on the bed.

I crawled up on the bed, still naked, and Camille instantly wrapped her arms around me and pulled me in close for a warm embrace, and then Josh wrapped his arms around both of us as our three naked bodies all squeezed together.

"Thank you, Nicole" Camile said after she relaxed her arms, although she still kept them around me. "You've brought us together. All of us. I don't know where we'd be without you."

"All I did was be myself," I said, feeling as if I hadn't done anything special.

"And that's all you ever need to be," Camille smiled. "You have a special light. Josh sees it, and I do, too."

"Thank you," I replied gratefully.

"You're like a daughter to me," Camille confessed.

I looked at Camille with a raised eyebrow as I replied, "You know, this is already weird enough. Me being your daughter would just introduce a whole OTHER layer of weirdness to my relationship with Josh that I don't even want to consider."

We all laughed heartily at my lame attempt at humor for a few moments.

"So, what now?" I wondered aloud after the laughter died down.

"I have no fucking idea," Josh admitted.

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To be continued...

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Author's Epilogue

When I originally started this series, I thought it would eventually take an incestuous turn, but I stopped short of that in the original telling of this chapter because it didn't feel right since the lesbian affair was the emotional driver for the series up to that point.

That said, I don't typically write incest stories, nor do I have any particular interest in them, but I thought I was coming to close enough to the subject matter in this tale that if I was ever going to write one, then this was it.

So, after readers expressed interest in a full-blown mother/ son affair, I took another stab at writing an alternate ending to this chapter. I tried to maintain the illusion of plausible reality, even if I could never condone incest in real life. But that's where I find fault with most incest stories, mainly that authors ask readers to suspend disbelief too far beyond the realm of reality (a complaint that is admittedly reminiscent of that old saying how one's man's coffee is another man's tea). I'm well aware I'm asking readers to suspend their disbelief a good bit in this chapter, but hopefully it's not too far a stretch of the imagination.

Fair warning for any incest fans - this was a one off as far as this series. I don't intend to carry the incestuous aspects of this tale into the next (final) chapter of the Camille series as it returns to its lesbian storyline roots.

Thank you to the readers and their interest in this story.