Jen's Mother/son Romance

Note: This began as a message from a fan, and then I offered to do a commissioned piece. I'm happy to do more of these. Just message me, and I'll see what I can do. There are definitely things I won't write about, but it never hurts to ask, I guess.

This story begins with our actual email exchange. At least the first several. Then it turns into fiction.

--ST

Aug 16, 2026, 9:22 PM (2 days ago)

Literotica: Feedback for secrettreasures

Your stories are so imaginative. The mere thought of incest makes me weak all over. It's strange because I've never even had an incestuous experience. There's just something about it that's so incredibly erotic. All incest deeply arouses me, but mother-son particularly so because I can relate to it. I'd definitely fuck my son if he was the one to initiate things. I just can't see myself initiating it. It's unlikely to ever happen but it's sure exciting to think about. Many thanks for your stories.

Warmly,

Jen

Aug 17, 2026, 9:13 AM (1 day ago)

Thanks for writing. Not sure if you'd be into this, but I'd be happy to write a personalized fantasy for you where your son initiates things. something that would get you really hot. just give me some details you'd want me to include and i'll see what i can do.

Best,

Secret

Sep 17, 2026, 3:34 PM (19 hours ago)

That's very sweet of you to do that. I'd definitely enjoy such a story. My son is 22 years old, 6 feet 2 inches tall 200 pounds. He has auburn hair and beautiful blue eyes just like his father. I'm 5 feet 4 inches, 135 pounds with auburn hair and light blue eyes.

I'm not sure when I first started to think about my son in a sexual way. It just kind of happened gradually I think. Although, I've always been fascinated by the erotic possibilities of incest, I never thought inappropriate thoughts about my son while he was growing up. I'm not sure why exactly because the general idea of mother son incest has always been very arousing to me. Maybe it was a strong maternal instinct that suppressed those thoughts. It wasn't really until he was in college that incestuous thoughts began to occur to me. I had a close friend that was always commenting to me how hot my son was. That may have been the catalyst that started everything. I tried to suppress those thoughts to begin with, but they eventually overwhelmed me. For the past couple of years, I've thought of little else.

Yes, I do feel a little guilty about it because we have a very strong traditional mother son bond and I do love him obsessively as just his mother. However, for some strange reason, that just makes it more exciting to me. There's not a doubt in my mind that fucking him would be the ultimate erotic thrill. At 46, my libido is the highest it's ever been and the idea of being with my son is driving me insane. I'm a very passive and submissive person, so it'd be very hard for me to initiate anything. Of course, the fact that he's my son makes it an even more daunting problem.

In my mind, I've already committed incest, so it wouldn't be any problem at all for me to actually do it. If he were to initiate something, I'd be only too happy to comply with his every desire. I'd be more than willing to accommodate any depraved yearning that he has. The more depraved, the more titillating it would be for me. He hasn't really shown any real overt interest in me sexually except that he has commented that he likes looking at my legs on several occasions. That inspired a frenzied masturbation session. Lol.

Anyway, that's kind of the general background in my situation. His name is Austin. You know my name. Your stories are really quite lovely.

Aug 17, 2026, 11:09 PM (11 hours ago)

omg, I love all of this. I have a few more questions for you before I start. Is there any scenario that you have particularly fantasized about? maybe at a certain location or event like a lake house or a wedding or...

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Secret

9:05 AM (1 hour ago)

Thank you for going to so much trouble. It's so wonderful of you. Since I don't care for porn, reading well-written erotica is about my only outlet. This part of me isn't something that I can talk about even with close friends.

Yes, I've envisioned many scenarios with my son. Imagining doing just about anything with him greatly arouses me. One scenario that never fails to really get me going is traveling somewhere and posing as a married couple. Kissing and flirting with each other as we go out to eat etc and getting so worked up by the end of the day that we retire to our hotel room and fuck for hours. The idea of him dominating me definitely appeals to me, particularly if it arouses him. I think a son tying his mother up and maybe even whipping her a little is so erotic. I've actually never done anything like that with anyone, but I find the idea very arousing. The idea of combining taboos is very intriguing to me, and thinking about it usually elicits a mind-blowing orgasm for me. I've actually had full-body orgasms while masturbating thinking of my son fucking me. Probably my favorite sex act that I fantasize doing with him is us performing oral sex on each other in the 69 position to mutual simultaneous orgasms. I also love the idea of just passionately kissing him for an extended period while we masturbate each other.

You asked me about pantyhose. Yes, I occasionally wear them, but I wear thigh highs more often. Usually very sheer black. What do I like most about his appearance? Probably his cute little butt, although his muscular chest and shoulders are a close second for sure. The idea of a mother and son falling in love is white hot to me as well. I hope that this gives you something to work with. Oh, I almost forgot to tell you about the times he's commented on my legs. The first time was when I was visiting him at his apartment. I was watching TV while he was at his desk working on his laptop. I have a nervous habit of dangling my shoe off the end of my foot while sitting and watching tv. Anyway, I was doing this without being conscious of it when he told me that I was distracting him with my legs and feet. He said that it was making him feel flushed because they were so gorgeous. I was somewhat embarrassed but it really turned me on. Later that night, I masturbated thinking about it.

Jen

10:46 AM

okay, yeah, I have plenty to work with here, thank you. damn, now you've got me all hot and bothered.

i was going to message you last night that if your son has commented on your legs, then he definitely wants to fuck you, but this latest email confirms it. that boy wants you. He just needs permission. And he has definitely masturbated thinking about your legs and feet, so your legs and shoe dangle are the keys that will unlock that door if you choose to go there.

Is it weird that I want this to happen for you, lol? Like, I want to write this story just to will it into the universe.

I know you said that you were a submissive/passive person, but could you see yourself doing anything to make this happen? I seriously feel like your son is just looking for an opportunity to seize the moment.

Secret

1:37 PM

Oh, I don't think so. I mean, as much as it would be the ultimate thrill, I just wouldn't want to ruin my relationship with him. Besides, he's getting married this spring. But I love that you think he's masturbated to me. That gets me hot. I think he might have a foot fetish because his gaze seemed to really zero in on my foot even more than my leg. I've often wondered if he's masturbated thinking about that incident. It's hot to think about. I think that it'd be exciting just to put on a show for him while he masturbated for me.

But no, I couldn't see actually instigating anything. He would need to do that.

Looking forward to reading the story, though!

Jen

3:52 PM

Okay, I'm writing the story now, but can you do me a favor--actually, can you do yourself a favor? Because it seems like you REALLY want this. I mean, having full-body orgasms while masturbating about your son speaks to a deep, passionate desire. You said yourself that you've thought of little else for the past few years, so I think you owe it to yourself to try. You just need to take it slow. Be super subtle. If you slowly crank up the heat, that boy will respond, I promise. You just have to make it safe. Of course, if he doesn't respond, no worries, you won't have exposed yourself too much, and you're right back where you started.

Okay, so here's my suggestion: Treat yourself to some sexy shoes. Something that really makes you feel hot and that will look great when you dangle them. Then, the next time you meet him, when it's just the two of you, wear your favorite thigh-highs and your new shoes. And wear a nice tight skirt or something to show off your legs, because he has already commented that your legs are gorgeous. So let's draw his attention back to them. Remind him how fucking sexy you are.

Then, when you settle in, unleash the shoe dangle. Make it subtle: like you don't know you're doing it. Try to see if he takes the bait and notices. That's it. Phase one: Get him to check out your sexy gams. If nothing else happens, you'll at least have reminded him that you are an object of desire. And we'll build on that. Plus, if you catch him noticing you: imagine how hot that will make you when you masturbate!

But, if he says something like he did before, don't shy away. Double down. Just do it safely.

Imagine this scenario:

"Mom, you gotta stop it with the shoe dangling. It's too distracting. You're making me feel flushed."

You smile and say, "Am I?" as you keep dangling your shoe.

"Yes. You know how I feel about your legs."

"How's that?"

"Mom. Please."

"Are you embarrassed that you like my legs?" you say, still dangling your shoe like it's a hypnotist's pocket watch.

"Yes. You're my mom."

"Hm." Still dangling. Then you slowly cross your legs. "What if I dangle this shoe? Is that better?"

"No," he says, laughing.

You smile. Then you look at your feet. Admire them the way he does. Men love it when women love their bodies. Think about how hot men get when women slowly apply lotion. You've seen commercials where they play this up. Women lovingly rubbing their legs and feet...? Fucking hell. There's not a guy in the world who doesn't love that.

Remember this: The more turned on you are by your body, the hotter he'll get.

Okay, where were we? Right. You're looking at your feet. You love how they look in these shoes and you're not in the least bit embarrassed about that or about your son's attraction.

"It's nothing to be embarrassed about, Austin. Lots of boys are attracted to their moms. But I'll bet their moms' feet don't look as good as mine do in these shoes. I mean, come on! Look at them! It's like they were made for me! And I just love how it feels to dangle them. It makes me feel... dangerous." Flash a sexy smile. If you're holding a glass of wine or something, trace your finger along the rim. Get lost in your sexy thoughts, even for just a moment. Like you are a hair-trigger away from unleashing your inner whore.

And that's it.

You've reminded him how sexy you are; you didn't make him feel weird about admitting he's turned on by you; you've given him permission to ogle you and view you as an object of desire; and you've told him you're comfortable with him lusting after you.

You know. Just a suggestion. I'm rooting for you.

Secret

**

I find myself blushing. Oh my god, can you even imagine? I don't know who this SecretTreasures person is, but they clearly don't know me. I could never in a million years act like that.

Still, it is pretty hot to think about. What would my son do if I actually did that?

Probably die from embarrassment.

But just the thought of him saying how turned on he is by my feet... fuck. I can feel myself getting wet just imagining his face. As he gets distracted by my shoe dangle. I remember how red he got last time. Maybe she's right. Maybe he did masturbate thinking about me and my feet.

Oh fuck.

I put my phone away and snuggle deeper into my comforter. Travis is snoring away next to me. God, if he only knew what a deviant little fuck I was, he'd never marry me.

I slide my hand down and start rubbing. Oh, fuck. Austin. The way you're looking at my feet. You love my feet, don't you? Fuck. She's right. Secret's right. You lust after my feet, don't you? I've caught you looking at them a few times.

I like how Secret had me saying that there's nothing wrong with him lusting after me and then quickly changing the subject. That's actually pretty fucking hot. Don't give him a moment to protest. It's like, "Yeah, baby. I get that you want me and it's no big deal." It's not like I'd be admitting to lusting after him... Like she said. I'd just be creating a safe space. Giving him permission. I can do that, right?

Oh but fuck, what if I admitted to lusting after him? Could I be that brave?

What did she have me saying about my shoes? Oh yeah, "I love how it feels to dangle them. It makes me feel... dangerous." Oh, I like that. Not sexy. That's not something I'd say. But dangerous...? Oooh. Ohhhh, fuck yeah. I feel dangerous right now, masturbating while lying next to my fiancé.

Fuck, I'm so wet.

What would Austin say to that? What would he say if I told him, "It's not a big deal that you're hot for me. I'm hot for you. It's only natural for moms and sons to want each other..."

Oh, fuck. I slide my fingers inside me. God fucking damn I'm trembling with desire.

What would he say?

Hmmm... What do I want him to say?

"You like feeling dangerous, Mom?"

And I just give a purring "Mm-hmm." Oh and maybe I say, "The way you're looking at my feet right now makes me feel Very Dangerous."

Right. As if.

But if I did say that, though...? How would I entice him to come and suck my toes? Oh, fuck, to have him kneel before me and take my feet in his hands...? Even if he didn't kiss them or suck them. Just to have him fondle my feet would be so fucking hot. Running his fingers along them... maybe giving me a foot rub. Oh... fuck.

I start bucking into my hand...

He's rubbing my feet, and then he looks up at me with wild desire. I've given him permission. It's okay, baby. He tells me how much he loves my feet. "You have no idea how much I've fantasized about this, Mom."

And then he kisses them...

Fuck!!! I just want him to fucking fuck me. Take my legs and pull them over my head and sink his cock into my pussy.

Fuck me, Austin.

Fuck me. Fuck me....

Ahhhhhhh...

Oh my god.

Oh.

Ohhhh...

Whew.

Damn.

Well, that came too quickly. I didn't even get to fantasize about him licking my toes.

Travis snorts, then rolls over, draping his arm across me.

Ah, well. Next time.

I'm tired.

Tired and happy.

**

"You're going shoe shopping?"

I nod. I can feel my face turning bright red. Damnit, Jen! Pull yourself together.

Travis laughs. "No reason to be embarrassed about it. Go! Get yourself some sexy shoes! Want some company?"

I shake my head. I swear I'm turning an even brighter shade of red. No, Travis. I love you, but I can't have you join me for this. I'm being a big idiot even considering it. But what's the worst that could happen? I end up buying a sexy pair of shoes and don't sleep with my son?

No, I guess the worst thing that could happen is that I embarrass myself and ruin my relationship with my son.

But... nah, that won't happen. Right?

**

I go to Dillard's. Might as well pick up some more pairs of my favorite thigh highs while I'm here.

Oh look. They're having a shoe sale. It's like the universe is trying to tell me something. I guess I have Secret to thank for that.

I turn down the shoe aisle. Let's see... meh... meh... that pair's nice, I guess, but, nah... ew... yuck... no thank you... ehhhh, too safe... ah! Here we go. Oh my.

I guess I found the right section, lol. So. Many. Sexy. Shoes. But those! Those are calling to me.

I grab a pair of sexy, black lace mesh, high-heeled pumps with lacy bows and peep toes. Holy shit. I'm getting wet just looking at them, envisioning how my son will react. I find my size and plop my ass down on the bench. I can't get them on fast enough. Holy shit, they feel like sex incarnate just slipping them on my feet.

I cross my legs. I imagine sitting across from Austin, tracing my finger along the rim of my wine glass. We're talking about some mundane bullshit. But I'm lost in thought.

I kick my foot forward.

Then the dangle.

What did Secret say? Nice and slow, like a hypnotist's pocket watch.

I watch the lacy bow bounce as I rock my foot back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth like my son sliding his cock in and out of me.

Fucking hell.

"Sexy," says a woman to my left.

Could I turn any brighter?

I hide my face in my hands and laugh.

Jesus, Jen.

"Who's the lucky guy?" she asks. "And more importantly, do they have my size?"

She finds a pair and sits next to me. God, she has sexy feet. Cherry red toenails. She dangles her shoe. Oh, fucking hell, this is not helping.

"I feel like I'm having sex right now," she says, also turning bright red.

"Right?"

"Who's it for?" she asks again.

"Someone I should absolutely not be thirsting over this hard," I say. My face burns, and I once again hide in my hands.

"Oh, honey. Whoever he or she or they are...? They won't know what hit them."

I tremble at the thought.

"Who's yours for? Because your toes look fucking exquisite."

"Mmm..." she purrs. She kicks her foot out slightly and admires her foot, owning her sexiness, just the way Secret wants me to. "This super sexy lady I saw at Dillard's shoe department."

She points her foot at me, still dangling, still hypnotizing me.

"What do you think? Are they working?"

I pull her into the dressing room, and we can't get our clothes off fast enough. She drops before me, yanking off my panties. She props my legs over her shoulder.

"This is what your crush is going to do to you."

She licks. And licks. Holy shit. Holy fucking shit.

"You know, if you're a sales representative for Dillard's, you deserve a fucking promotion."

She laughs. Then she buries her face in my pussy and goes to fucking town.

Oh yeah, Austin. Yeah, baby. Yeah, eat Mommy's pussy. That's it. That's it, baby.

She sends in her fingers.

There it is.

Ho--

Lee--

Fuuuuuuuuccccccckkkkkk!!

I can't help it. I grab her hair. I need something to ground me. She purrs, loving that. Loving my unbridled passion as a full-bodied orgasm sweeps through me.

And through me.

And through me.

Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit.

I'm trembling, shaking, quivering, rumbling. She is, too. She's fingering herself, overwhelmed by my intense fucking orgasm. Her face shudders into my pussy, and she grunts.

We hold each other and guide ourselves back to earth.

"Je--zus," I say finally.

"You and me both, sister."

"I've never done that before."

"Mmm... I could tell. That's what made it so hot.

"I... uh, can return the favor..."

She smiles. She kisses her fingers--the ones that were inside me--and presses them to my lips. "You're good, sweetie. Just do me a favor. Buy these shoes and then go after your naughty desire. That's what I'm going to be masturbating to tonight. That I fucked this woman so hard I drove her into the arms of her taboo lover."

**

"Hey babe, yeah, I'm home." I chuck my keys on the table and carry my bag to the living room.

"How was the shoe shopping?" Travis asks, willing me to point my phone down at my feet. Yeah, I'm not wearing those puppies. Not yet.

Instead, I hold the bag up to my phone, hoping it masks my bright red face. "Success!"

"Can I see them?" He raises his eyebrows a few times.

Oof... sorry, Travis, these are not for you. "Someday," I tease, "but not today." God, I can be such an asshole sometimes. It's bad enough that I bought these to seduce my son, but then I was so turned on that I wound up cheating on poor Travis with some random woman?

Who--or what--have I become?

I still feel high from my sexual encounter. Normally sex calms me down, but not today's session. This heady mix of having my first lesbo encounter while simultaneously fantasizing about Austin still has me floating on cloud nine.

After hanging up with Travis, a naughty feeling overtakes me. I grab the Dillard's bag and slip on a new pair of thigh highs. Then the shoes. I sit on the couch in various poses, snapping pics, until I get the sexiest one.

I hop on the old laptop and message my good buddy and naughty little confidant, SecretTreasures. I send her the pic and even tell her about my wild encounter. "Inviting Austin over for dinner tomorrow. Am I crazy? Please talk me down or give me advice or something. Help!"

4:14 PM

Good lord, but you have some sexy feet! No wonder your son is beating his meat to you! Also, those shoes are to die for. Who knew Dillard's had such saucy shoes--and even saucier dressing rooms? You are my hero. (Also: How come I never got laid at Dillard's?)

Okay. Now. Here's the plan. You are going to get dressed up. Nothing too crazy. Not a cocktail dress or anything. But look nice. Short skirt. Wait. You know what look to go for? Revenge Sex. Like you just discovered your asshole boyfriend cheated on you with the town skank, and you want to seduce his best friend. Hair. Makeup. The whole bit. You want to stop that boy in his tracks when he walks up to your house and sees you.

Now: before he comes, I want you to get your rub on. Don't cum. Just get yourself worked up into a lather. Get those pheromones out there. Crank up the heat. Get your smolder on. I want you ready to fucking grind that boy into fine dust. He will know. Not consciously, but you'll be radiating wanton lust, and it will work its not-so-subtle magic on him.

I'm not sure how you greet your son, but if you hug him, let that hug linger a little longer than usual. Remember how we want him to look at you as a sexual object? I want you to do the same to him. I know you're already hot for him, but as a mom myself, I know how our maternal instincts kick in, and how easily we slip into routines. Don't do that. Don't think of him as your son. Think of him as your conquest. I want your pussy targeting his cock like a heat-seeking missile.

And the best part is: you don't have to do anything other than a lingering hug and a hypnotic shoe dangle with those sexy, sexy shoes. Don't worry about striking up sexy banter or trying to steer the conversation any which way. You don't have to touch him or play with your hair or whatever you normally do when you're on the prowl. We don't want to scare him. We just want him to remember that you are a fucking fox. A fucking fox with sexy feet. And not only that, but we want his sixth sense to register that you are in heat. That's it. I want that boy to be utterly distracted by how sexy you are he can't focus on eating or drinking. I want him asking you if you're okay because you seem a little off. I want him leaving the house with a semi, eager to get home to rub one out.

SHOULD he say something like I outlined earlier, be cool. Don't back down. OWN YOUR SEXINESS. Fucking own it! "Oh, am I turning you on? That's cool. It's only natural for boys to be attracted to their moms." Or even better: "It's only natural for boys and their moms to be attracted to each other." Mmm... let him linger on THAT thought for a bit.

Oh! I know you just went shopping, but you should buy him a shirt. Something you think he'd look sexy in. Be sure to tell him. "Oh, hey, when I was out buying these shoes, I saw this shirt and thought you'd look hot in it." Use the word hot or sexy or something unmotherly. Don't say handsome. I'm sure you tell him he's handsome all the time. He can just shrug that off. But "hot?" Damn. That's gonna make him think. Then get him to try it on. First of all, you'll get the money shot, right? I know you like his chest. So that's a plus. But then, when he tries it on and sees how you react to how hot he is...? Fuck yeah. Make a fuss over him. Straighten it out. Brush away the wrinkles even though there won't be any. And then say, "Mmm... oh yeah. I like you in this shirt." Not "this shirt looks good on you." No. We're not complimenting the shirt. You want to compliment him. You look hot in that shirt.

Also, if he mentions your shoes, maybe drop a: "You like my feet in these shoes?" Yeah, that's a killer line. Not "you like my shoes." No. "You like my feet." See if you can say it as a statement more than a question. Give him permission to like your feet. Give him permission to lust after you.

What's more: Give yourself permission to lust after him.

Don't think, "Oh, no, I shouldn't be doing this, I'm his mother, blah, blah, blah." You two are adults. You're not being a creep. You didn't groom him. You don't have any power over him. There is nothing wrong with what you're doing. You want to fuck your son: Fucking own it.

All I want you to do is open the door and invite him inside. Hopefully he takes the hint, sweeps you off your feet, and fucks you three ways from Sunday.

You got this. I believe in you. (And I want all the deets!)

--ST

**

I read this message and my hand slides down to my sex. She's right. I'm not a creep. There's nothing wrong with a son and his mother wanting each other. I start running through scenarios. You like my feet in these shoes. What are you gonna do about it? I love the idea of buying him a shirt. I know just where to go, too. "Mm... I like you in that shirt," I say as I run my hands over his broad chest...

I slip my fingers inside me...

My phone buzzes, snapping me out of my reverie.

It's Travis. "We still on for tonight?"

Fuck.

Me: Srry, babe. Feeling a little under the weather. rain check?

Travis: Need me to bring you some chicken soup?

Ugh, what a prince. But no. I don't need to be feeling guilty about what I'm going to do. At least not any more than I already do.

Me: you're an angel, but I have a headache and just need to chill. Love you.

New text message:

Me: We on for tomorrow night? I'm making yr favorite.

Austin: oooh can't wait!

A chill runs through me as a disruptive thought hits me. What if I sent him that pic of my feet in these shoes?

My face turns bright red, and my hand resumes its duty.

Within minutes, my toes are curling in pleasure.

**

I enter Banana and head to the men's section. This is my son's favorite store, though he never buys anything from here. But he always looks smoking hot in their outfits. I head over to the button-down shirts. No, no, no... Oh. Yeah. That's it. A classic Oxford. What color? Oh. There it is. The perfect blue to make his peepers pop.

"Can I help you?"

I only now realize I'm biting my finger. God, what a slut.

"Oh, uh, yeah, I'm buying a shirt for my boyfriend." My face turns red. "I want something sexy."

The salesman is quite handsome. Eric. He even looks like he's my son's age. And... I scan his body. He's even built the same.

"Can't go wrong with an Oxford," he says with a smile. "This is a standard fit, though. I mean, it's classic, but... how sexy we talking?"

I laugh. I bite my lip.

"Gotcha."

His eyes drift down to my lips. A naughty smile plays across his face.

Oh fuck. This boy is fine.

He gives me the come-hither.

Jesus. Can the whole world tell how horny I am?

He leads me to the back of the store.

"What's his size?" The way he asks me, I'm not entirely sure he's talking about my son's torso.

"He's built like you, actually."

The salesman relishes the way my eyes roam over his chest.

He steps in as if to share a dirty little secret.

"Can I show you my favorite?"

"I'm all yours."

What the fuck did I just say?

He knows, though.

He reaches over to a rack and pulls out a fitted white Oxford. Oh. Fuck yeah.

"Do you have it in blue?"

He smiles.

"Baby or royal?"

"Royal."

He hands it to me.

"Can I?"

His smile broadens.

"I'm all yours."

My face. Fucking hell. It turns the color of my hair.

He squares off in front of me, and I hold the shirt up to him, my breath catching in my throat.

He whispers: "Want me to model it for you?"

He pulls me into a dressing room. Clothes fly. Limbs entangle. He pins me to the wall and drops down before me. My panties are quickly a thing of the past. His tongue finds its way home. He lifts my leg, kissing my inner thigh, then he goes back to my pussy. Long, delicious licks. I grab his hair and pull him in. Holy shit, I should clearly go shopping more often.

He stands and lifts me. My legs instinctively wrap around him. His lips find my nipple and he sucks and suck and licks. I pull him in. Yes, fucking yes. Suck me inside you, you fucking beast of a man.

His cock presses against my opening, asking permission.

"Fuck me," I whisper.

He slides in easily and once again pins me to the wall. His thrusts are deep and powerful, and within a few short minutes, I'm digging my nails into his back. It's not as powerful as yesterday's orgasm, but it's a fucking good O, and it's made all the hotter when I feel him burst inside me.

"I'll take it," I say with a laugh after we come down.

He laughs. "I didn't even try it on."

"Oh yeah. I forgot why we came back here."

**

2:36 PM

Jesus. What am I doing wrong that I'm not getting laid like you? What's a girl gotta do to get screwed in a department store? Oh wait. I'm not in fucking heat like you are.

The world is responding to you, girlfriend! Everyone is picking up on your fuck-me pheromones and apparently lining up to comply with orders!

There is no way your son is getting out of there alive. It's on, baby!

Secret

P. S. I take it the shirt looks good, lol?

**

Oh. The shirt looks good, all right. It's gonna look even better on my son.

I spend all day getting ready for my tryst--sorry, dinner--with my son. I take a nice, long, luxurious bath. I shampoo my hair, relishing the feel of my nails as they run across my scalp. I shave my legs, making sure they're nice and smooth for my son, should he decide to lick them. Oh fuck. I caress my feet and give them a good scrubbing. I run my soapy hands over my arms and shoulders and tits. My hand flies down to my groin, and I rub one out. I know Secret said not to cum, but I'm just too fucking turned on. Besides, I have a few hours before Austin gets here. Plenty of time to get revved up again.

Bath done, I slip into my favorite robe. I lotion up my whole body and pluck out any annoying hairs. Speaking of hair, I brush, dry it, and tease it, just so. I know what my son likes. I know the actresses he finds hot. I make my hair just the way he likes it.

I apply cherry red nail polish to my fingers and toes. Then it's time for makeup. A little mascara. A little cherry red lip gloss... I kiss my lips. Fuck yeah.

Nails dry, I slip on my brand-new thigh-highs and feel myself getting wet as I trace my fingers along the lacy bands. I admire my toes, my cherry red nail polish looking oh-so sexy under that sheer nylon.

I slide on my sexiest black lace panties, bucking my hips back and forth as I draw them over my ass. Bra time. I find my... there it is. My sexiest Victoria's Secret bra that my ex bought me. Gotta get the girls in line. Tits up, Jen!

Okay. Now. What am I wearing to go with those shoes?

My little black dress. Can't go wrong with that, can you? It's not too much. He's seen me in this before. Obviously, he'll be a little suspicious that I'm dressed up, but it's not an evening gown or a cocktail dress. It's classy. Sexy, but classy.

I pull it on and check myself out. I turn this way, that way. I pose. Hi, baby. Oh, how I've missed you.

Let's see it with the shoes.

Once again, the moment my feet slide into those sexy mesh wonders, I feel a familiar warmth down in my nether region.

Oh.

Yeah.

This is it.

The dress mostly hides my thigh-high lace bands. Mostly. I feel like it gives just enough of a hint at what lies above. And if I need to reach up for something...

Yeah.

Fuck yeah.

A nice glimpse of my naked thighs.

Oh. Austin. You have no idea what lies in store for you.

I snap a photo, cropping out my face. Off it goes to ST.

She writes back immediately. Oh my god, she's waiting by her phone. I love how eager she is for me to pull this off.

5:36 PM

Fuck.

Me.

--ST

**

Well. I guess she approves.

Wait. It's 5:30 already? Shit.

I run to the kitchen and preheat the oven. Good thing I cooked this meatloaf already. Just need to reheat and crisp up the top.

Okay. Now I wait.

Wait. No. Now I start to get my rub on, as Secret put it.

I catwalk to my bedroom. That's it. Nice and slow.

I lie on my bed. One nice thing about my thigh-highs: they give me easy access to my pussy.

My hand slides under my panties and finds my clit. Nice, slow, circular motions. My phone buzzes.

Austin: Be there in 15

Yeah, you will, baby. I can picture his face as he sees me. Eyes drift down to my feet. "What's the occasion?" he asks as I pull him into a hug. A hug that lingers, as ST said. Do I run my hands up his back? Yeah. I think I can do that. I run my hands up and down his back. "Hm?" I say after a few seconds too long. I step back. "Oh this?" I say, gesturing to my outfit. "Sometimes a girl's gotta get dolled up. You like?"

Oh my. I can feel the very first inklings of an orgasm. It ain't arriving any time soon, but it sure as shit just boarded the plane.

I love that. 'You like." Say it as a statement rather than a question. I do a few poses for him. What does he say in response?

The oven beeps.

Ah.

I suck in air.

Perfect timing. I'm hot. I'm bothered. My pheromones are phero-moaning. If this boy doesn't know what I want, well, then I just don't know.

I slide the meatloaf into the oven.

I instinctively bite my lip at the sound of his car.

Where do I meet him? Outside? Inside?

Outside.

Move.

I open the door and step out to greet him as he shuts the car door.

He turns and smiles.

Then his face freezes.

Oh.

Fuck.

His eyes drift down my body.

And I feel the floodgates opening.

That's it, baby. Soak up the sight of your horny mother who fucked half the town just to get to this moment.

"Hi, baby," I say. I feel my face fluttering as I try to put on a casual smile.

I wrap him up and purr. I inhale his scent.

Oh yeah.

My god, his scent drives me wild.

My son.

My handsome son.

In my arms.

Confused.

Breathless.

He's not returning my hug; he's too surprised.

"Oh, I've missed you so much. You have no idea."

He laughs.

There they are.

Arms wrapping around me.

Confused arms.

He's not sure how hard to squeeze me because I am hugging him tightly, my hands, yes, running up and down his back.

That's it. Any longer and it would be weird.

"Let me look at you," I say. I pull back and soak in the sight of my sexy son. All six-feet-two of him. God, I fucking love how he towers over me. That guy in the store today, he might have my son's torso, but not his height. Or his beautiful auburn hair or lake-placid blue eyes. "Handsome as always."

He blushes.

He fucking blushes.

ST was right. I call my son handsome all the time. But the only time I ever made him blush was when he commented on my legs.

I've got him right where I want him. On his back feet, wondering what the hell is going on.

"What's the occasion?" he finally manages to ask. His eyes once again run down my body.

"You like," I say, nailing the inflection.

I turn slightly and kick my leg coyly behind me with a laugh.

Normally, I'd play it off. Say something like I practiced earlier to avoid letting my son feel embarrassed or something.

But not now.

I'm gonna take a page out of Sales 101 and stay quiet. Make him respond to my semi-question.

"Um... yeah."

"Um yeah?" I say with a smile.

There it is again. Another blush.

Oh my god. Am I going to fuck my son tonight? I mean, I know I'm cranking up the heat and all, but I was expecting this to take much, much longer.

I take a step toward him. Come on, Austin. Say something.

I bite my lip and wait for him.

Holy shit. He's babbling.

"Um... you... uh, look nice, Mom."

My smile comes easily. "Thank you, baby. Hungry?"

He nods. I swear his eyes want to roam down my body again.

I hold out a hand.

He laughs and takes it.

I turn and lead him inside.

Please be checking out my ass, baby. Come on. It looks so good in this dress.

I climb the three steps up to my front door and imagine my dress revealing some thigh.

I hold the door open and gesture for him to enter.

He swallows and steps inside.

Welp. ST wanted me to open the door. Mission accomplished.

I check out his butt as I follow him inside. It looks sooo good in these jeans. I wanna pinch it.

"Drink?"

"Sure, yeah. Smells good."

He watches me as I saunter past him toward the kitchen.

"Mmm... I know. I've been cooking all day."

Okay, maybe not all day, lol.

"Is it hard making meatloaf?"

"No. Just takes time. But I don't mind. It's your favorite, so whenever I cook it, I think of you. And what could be better than that?"

I hand him a drink, and our fingers touch. Just for a second, but we both notice. And for once, I don't flinch.

"What are we toasting to?" I ask.

"Um... life?"

I snort. "Life? Not liberty or the pursuit of happiness?"

"I mean, those are good, too."

I nod. I love how chill I feel. I thought I'd be sweating my way through this, but I'm barely putting any effort into this, and he's responding beautifully.

Thank you, ST.

"How about to us?" I say, holding up my drink.

"To us."

We clink glasses.

"Oh, wait," I say. "I've always wanted to do that thing where we interlock arms..."

I slide my arm through his. He laughs.

"Right?" I say, "Seems very French or something."

Once we're in position...

"To us," I whisper, tilting my head back.

Eye contact from heaven.

I giggle. "Okay, that's super hot and all, but it would be awkward to drink like that all night."

He blushes once again and mutters a meek yeah.

"Refill?"

He nods.

Meatloaf is a hit. As always. God, I love watching him eat. Especially when he's getting a food high. He's so ravenous. I imagine him eating my pussy with that ravenous hunger, and once again I feel blood rush to my groin.

Easy, Jen.

He sees me watching him.

"What?"

I shake my head and shrug. "It's nice having an appreciative audience."

"Doesn't Travis like your meatloaf?"

"Not like you do."

Wow, that came out way more saucy than I expected it to.

We chit-chat and joke and behave normally for the rest of the meal, catching up on this and that. He asks me about my upcoming wedding, and I give him the briefest of details. I ask about Ally and their wedding plans. It's nice, if a little too safe for my liking. But that's okay. I feel like it's fine to turn the heat down to a simmer. For now.

"Wanna sit on the porch?" I say after dinner. "It's too nice to stay inside."

"Sure."

I follow him out there, and we sit in our usual chairs.

It's time.

Time to unleash the dangle.

"How are things at the animal shelter?" he asks me, referring to my volunteer work.

I cross my legs and stir my tea.

I start dangling my shoe, drawing lazy circles in the air. The heel rocks back and forth. The bow rises and falls. My foot performs a slow, hypnotic, sexy dance. I'm not even really paying attention; I'm just doing what comes naturally.

"Yeah, good. Well, you know how it is. Good and bad. But oh! We had this kitten..."

I start regaling him with this genuinely sweet tale about a tabby kitten, glancing up just briefly, but mostly I'm looking at my teacup, tracing my fingertips along the rim, just like Secret wanted me to.

"And anyway, this little girl..."

"Mom."

I look up.

Oh my god.

He's bright red.

Staring at my foot.

My mouth opens; my lips part, making tiny, barely audible ASMR pops.

It's on.

It's fucking on.

Keep twirling, Jen.

"Yes?" I whisper. I don't mean to whisper, but I've been dreaming about/dreading this moment for days now.

He swallows.

"Um... could you, uh, not do that?"

He nods at my foot.

"Do what, baby?" That's right. Put the onus back on him.

"Twirl your foot like that."

"Why?"

"It's distracting."

"Because you don't like it. Or because you do?"

He swallows again. "You know how I feel about your... your feet and your legs."

I lift my foot and examine it, letting the shoe dangle dangerously off my big toe.

"I just bought these shoes yesterday. I love how they make me feel." I turn to him. A slow, seductive smile creeps across my face. "They make me feel dangerous."

I feel like I kind of blew the line a little, but he doesn't seem to care or notice. He's too busy looking at my foot.

"I could switch feet if that would help," I say, laughing. I do a slow, sensual leg cross. "Better?" I ask once I start dangling the other shoe.

"No. Why would that be better?"

I plant both feet on the ground.

"Thanks."

I turn and shove my feet toward him. "You like my feet in these shoes."

He turns bright red again.

I wait for a response.

"Can we talk about anything else?"

"Austin," I say, trying to make my voice purr, but I'm literally trembling. "There's no need to be embarrassed about being attracted to me. Or my feet. It's perfectly natural for boys and their mothers to be att-ttracted to each other."

Fuck, I definitely blew that line.

He looks horrified. But I press on.

"It's okay, baby. It's no big deal. Besides..." I raise my feet and gaze upon them... "Look at my feet in these shoes! Come on. You'd have to be blind to not be turned on."

"I'm... I'm not--"

"I bought you something," I say quickly so that he can't deny what he's obviously feeling.

I plant my feet once again. I rise. "Stay put."

I walk past him and pat his shoulder. Once inside the kitchen, I exhale.

Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What am I doing?

I fan the air in front of me.

Jesus, Jen. You can't do this. You can't. The poor boy is horrified.

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

Okay. Get a grip. You've done nothing wrong. Yes, you pushed things a little further than you were expecting to, but you haven't ruined the kid's life or your relationship. In fact, if anything, I did just what SecretTreasures told me to do. I gave him permission. I didn't make him feel weird--or at least too weird. Okay, maybe it was a little weird admitting I am attracted to him, but whatever. He knows I think he's handsome. He might just chalk it up to that.

You're always getting in your own head, Jen. No one cares as much as you do. It's all good. In fact, it's better than good. You just reminded your son how fucking hot you are.

There. All better.

I grab the gift-wrapped box from Banana, and then I blush, remembering the hot fuck I received earlier today.

I mean, Jesus, Jen. You fucked two total strangers in two days. Come on. This should be a cakewalk.

I steel myself and re-enter the porch.

Austin is looking very... pensive. I think that's the word. Well, that's better than nauseated. So... progress!

I stand before him and offer the gift.

"Here you go, baby. I saw this and thought you'd look h-handsome in it."

Fuck. I couldn't bring myself to say hot.

He blinks. Then looks up at me. "Thanks, Mom," he whispers.

He places the box on his lap. Instead of tearing it open like he normally would, he looks like he wants to say something.

"Go on, then," I say. "Open it." I feel like he's about to draw a line in the sand. Re-establish our relationship or something.

He nods. Good. I can tell he didn't want to say whatever it was.

He pulls off the wrapping, and his face lights up when he sees the Banana logo. "You shouldn't have, Mom."

Oh, honey, you have no idea.

He opens the box and smiles at the shirt. He pulls it out and takes a better look. "Oh, yeah, I love this."

"Try it on."

I rest my butt against the back of a chair and cross my legs. He notices, but quickly turns his attention back to the shirt

"I'll try it on later."

He's embarrassed to take his shirt off. Fuck. I've blown it.

"Well, I just want to know if it fits so I can return it if it doesn't. Or if you hate it."

"No, I don't hate it at all. I think it's really cool."

I nod. "Yeah, right. No worries. You can always return it yourself if it doesn't fit. Um, can I get you more tea?"

Fuck. I've totally lost my mojo.

He studies me for a second.

"You all right, Mom?"

"I'm fine, yeah. Sorry. It's just been a hectic day."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"No, you're fine. Seeing you has been the highlight of my day."

He nods. Damn, this is awkward.

"I--I should probably go."

My face falls. Fuck! I've blown everything, haven't I? My son thinks I'm a total creep, doesn't he? Oh fuck. Fuck me. What have I fucking done?

He bolts up and grabs hold of my arms. "Mom, what's wrong?"

"Nothing," I say, tears streaming down my face.

"I can try the shirt on."

I laugh as I dab at my tears. "It's nothing to do with the shirt, baby. Or you. I'm just in a weird space."

"Everything all right with Travis?"

"Yeah, yeah, we're all good. Truly."

"Then what?"

I shake my head. "Sometimes I just need to cry is all."

"Come here, Mom," he says, wrapping me up in his big, strong arms.

I love what a good hugger he is. I press my cheek into his chest and slide my hands around his back. I hold him tightly, then draw a deep breath... and let out a long, slow exhale. My blood pressure drops several points, and my anxiety flies out the window.

"Oh, god, I needed this, baby, you have no idea."

I absentmindedly trace my fingernails around his back. He hums appreciatively.

"You like that."

He nods and rests his chin on my head, reveling in my back tickles.

"I like your shoes, Mom."

"Aren't they hot?"

He nods.

Okay. That's a good sign, right? I said the H-word, and he didn't vomit.

"Your feet look sexy in them."

My hands stop moving. My breath catches in my throat. My heart is suddenly pounding in my ears.

Did my son just use the word sexy? For me?

Uh-oh, don't make him feel weird, Jen!

I look up and rest my chin on his chest. I smile. "They do, don't they?"

He laughs and nods.

"You like my feet."

He nods.

I whisper: "I like that you like them."

My hands start tickling him again.

He's struggling to breathe, but manages to sputter: "Did you buy them for me?"

My hands once again falter. I feel my face starting to shake.

I give the quietest little nod, my chin still resting on his chest. I speak, my words barely audible.

"I saw them and thought you'd like them. And then, well, I just had to have them."

I resume tickling his back, though my fingertips suddenly feel dewy.

He so wants to say whatever's been troubling him since I walked back out here.

Fuck.

Here it comes.

Please let me down easy.

"Did you say you were attracted to me?"

I feel like I'm going to fall over. My mouth suddenly goes dry.

Don't back down, Jen. What did Secret tell you? Own it. Fucking own it.

I nod.

"Is that horrible?"

He's once again struggling to breathe.

He shakes his head, ever so slightly.

Oh my god.

What's happening?

I swallow. "Are you attracted to me?"

I gasp as he gives me the faintest nod.

Oh my god. Oh my god. It's fucking happening. The thing I've been fantasizing about for what, four years now, is finally fucking happening?!?!?

My eyes fall to his lips. Then I bite mine and whisper, "You should probably do something about it."

The two of us stand there, trembling in each other's arms, for one... two... three long seconds.

I push myself up on my toes.

He bends down, looking at me uncertainly.

But I nod.

Giving him permission.

It's okay, baby. It's okay. Please, for the love of god. Please kiss--

He slides a hand up to my face, and I nuzzle into it, all the while staring up into his beautiful blue eyes and nodding, nodding, nodding.

Kiss me. Kiss me. Kiss me.

And then...

Our lips come together. Gentle. Loving. Caring. Testing the waters. Eyes closed. Then open.

He looks at me, making sure this is all right. I quickly kiss him again, letting my lips linger a little longer. Yes, baby. This is what I want. This is all I've ever wanted.

He cups my face in his hands and gives me the deep, long, slow, sensual kiss I've been dreaming about for years.

Oh my god, he's been wanting this, too. My son wants me. He wants me.

I whimper and run my hands through his hair. I press my body into him as our tongues lick each other. I can't pull him into me deeply enough. I want to swallow him whole. I want him to swallow me.

We break off and stare hungrily into each other.

"Oh my god," he says breathlessly.

"I've wanted you for so long, baby."

"You have?"

I nod. "You have no idea. No idea." I kiss him. "You're the sexiest man I know. You make me so hot. You make me so fucking hot."

My body is aflame. I leap up and wrap my legs around him, and I instinctively start bucking my hips into him. He mutters another oh my god.

In all my fantasies about my son, I've always dreamed of him taking charge and instigating things. And yet here I am, grinding my soul into his.

"Oh, baby, I want you so badly. I want you so badly." I'm grinding into him so hard, my clit is pressing into his abs. I'm going to cum before he can lay a hand on me. "I want you so badly. I want you so badly."

Who am I? I've become an animal.

And I fucking love it.

I'm wrapped so tightly around him, he finally realizes he doesn't have to hold me up. His hands are free to roam. And roam they do. He slides them up and down my back as he plunges his tongue deep into my mouth.

Then he sends his hands down, down, down to my ass. He breaks off our kiss to once again receive permission. Oh, baby, you don't need permission. You can do whatever you fucking want to me. The more depraved, the better. But I give him a quiet yes. I stop bucking my hips. There you go, baby. Feel my ass. It's yours. It's all yours.

He looks at me in wonder as he grabs me and massages me. Then he slides his hands under my panties. I gasp at the skin-on-skin contact. How many times have I dreamed about him grabbing my ass like this?

I resume bucking my hips.

I look deep into his eyes and mouth the words Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, finally allowing my breath to escape so that I'm soon whispering them.

"Right here?" he asks, laughing.

"Right here."

"Right now?"

"Right now. Right now, baby. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me..."

I stop bucking to give him room. He quickly scrambles to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants. Once his trousers and underwear are resting comfortably at his ankles, his hands slide up the underside of my thighs. We stare into each other, making sure we're on the same page.

He slides his hands inward, towards my sex, rubbing, caressing, teasing me along the way.

His fingers find my pussy. My wet, wet pussy, which has soaked through my panties. He starts rubbing me over the lacy material, running the length of my opening. My pussy is primed and ready for him, but he loves this. I see it in his eyes. He's been dreaming of this, too, Jen. Let him savor it.

My mouth opens at the sensation. And I get even wetter seeing how excited he is by my arousal.

Oh, he's going to be such a good lover.

I find my body moving rhythmically as his fingers work me.

The porch goes silent, save for the rustle of our clothes. My mouth opens and closes, as do my eyes, but no sound escapes. I don't want to ruin it. This is too sacred a moment for us.

I dig my nails into him and throw my head back, exposing my neck. But he just stares, open-mouthed, in awe at what we're doing.

A shudder rumbles through me. A sort of preview, if you will, before the main feature.

He's working me with such love and attention; I can't take it anymore.

I bring my lips to his ear and whisper as quietly as I can, "Please. I need you inside me."

He pulls my panties to the side.

Holy shit.

My juices drip to the floor.

There it is.

His cock.

His head nestles into my folds.

He grabs my ass.

He pushes up and pulls me down.

And he fills me.

He's rock hard.

Rock hard and perfect.

Not too big.

Not too small.

Perfect.

He's fucking perfect.

I'm so madly wet, he slides into me with ease.

My pussy welcomes him. My walls envelop him. Hug him. Love him.

And then he's in. All the way. My son's cock is inside me.

Finally.

Fucking finally.

I want to cry.

But there's no time.

I've other things to do first.

We both grunt the instant he reaches his hilt, finally breaking the silence.

"Oh, fuck," he says.

"You're in me."

"Yes."

"You're in me."

"Yes, Mom."

"Oh. You feel so fucking good."

"Yes."

"You feel so fucking good," I say again as instinct takes over.

I grind into him and quickly pull away. In and away. His cock vibrates inside me. I grip him as tightly as I can as I repeat the motion. Oh, there it is. There it is. I perfect my movement so his dick presses against my G-Spot.

"That's it. That's it. That's it."

I pick up the pace. Not intentionally. I have no control at this point. My body has taken over, and I'm just along for the ride.

My whimpers rise in pitch as I grind and grind and grind. My poor son! He's just standing there, getting his dick nearly torn off by his ravenous mother. Not that he's complaining. No, he's grunting and moaning and cursing.

"Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. YeaYeaYeaYeaYeaYeaYeaYea..."

And then I go silent as my orgasm bursts free, filling me, expanding me, destroying me. Never. Never in my whole life have I felt anything this powerful. It's all-consuming.

My body shudders. My nails dig. And then my voice breaks, and I unleash the throatiest of grunts.

My son growls a "Fuck!" as he unloads inside me. And that loads my next orgasm.

He spurts in me. I feel his warm seed fill me, going where no son's seed should ever, ever, ever go. And my body slurps it up, like it wants him to breed me.

My second orgasm ripples through me.

We hold each other and ride aftershock after aftershock. Until we finally finish.

We gaze at each other in wonder. Not only did we do the unthinkable, but we gave each other our deepest, most profound orgasms ever.

We kiss and kiss and kiss until I finally tell him to take me to bed.

"I can't. My pants."

I laugh. "Okay. You're forgiven."

I lift myself up, sliding his slowly deflating cock out of me with a sad whimper.

"I'm not sure my legs work anymore."

I unlock them and immediately feel a pain. I think I must have cut off some circulation. He holds me as I attempt to stand, but sure enough, a painful tingle floods my legs as blood once again returns.

"Ow ow ow ow," I say with a laugh. I assure him I'm okay.

Once feeling has returned, I kneel before my son. I place gentle kisses on his beautiful penis. I rub my face into it, trying to cover myself in our juices as I reach behind him and caress his cute little butt. Finally, I reach down and slip his feet free from his pants.

He helps me stand.

"Take me to bed, baby."

He scoops me up like I'm his bride, and he carries me inside. I kick my feet and gaze at my shoes. My shoes, which unlocked this beautiful door.

He places me on my bed and looks at the very same shoes.

"Fuck me, your feet are so fucking hot, Mom."

I bite my finger and smile up at him. I lift my right foot to him.

"Show me."

His face lights up like it's Christmas morning. He bends down and grabs my hips. Then he yanks me toward him until my ass is pressed up against his legs. I squeal and giggle at his power. I writhe on the bed as he hugs my legs tightly against him, running his hands up and down, and pressing his face into my calf.

He nuzzles his face into me and whispers, "Oh, Mom, you have no idea how long I've wanted to do this."

Believe me, baby, I know.

He kisses my calf. Then he works his way up towards my ankles. He's kissing me with such reverence it fills me with insane lust. How long have I desired him, knowing that this moment would never happen? That there was no way my son would thirst after me. But Secret was right. He's been harboring taboo desires for me as I have for him. I'd always dreamed he wanted me, but to see it in action? It was beyond erotic. It was the ultimate fantasy. Even greater than performing any specific act of lovemaking. My son loved me. Thirsted for me. It was everything I could have possibly ever asked for.

He kisses the top of my feet until he reaches my shoes' peephole, then kisses my toes. With a trembling hand, he slides off one shoe. Then the other. He gasps at the sight of my nylon-covered feet.

I feel something brush up against the back of my thigh.

His penis.

He's so turned on by my feet that his dick is hardening, rising to attention.

Oh my god, I love that so much.

I part my thighs, then close them around his cock.

He gasps at the sensation of my nylon thighs on his dick. He slowly thrusts into me, fucking my thighs, as he starts kissing my feet and letting out tiny little whimpers, clearly living out one of his deepest fantasies.

He presses his face into the soles of my feet and turns this way and that way, inhaling deeply, smothering himself in nylon deliciousness.

Then he licks. A big, long sensuous lick, dragging his tongue up from my heel to my toes. The sensation is overwhelming, and I yelp and shudder.

He's bucking into my thighs with serious intent as he licks all over my feet and toes. He shoves his tongue through the nylon, trying to worm between my toes. Then he swallows my big toe and starts sucking.

Oh fuck, I've never had anyone suck on my toes before. It's so heavenly, I slide my finger down to my clit and start rubbing.

He sucks like a man possessed. His thigh fucking becomes so intense that the sound of his thighs slapping into mine masks our whimpers and moans.

And then his body spasms and a white-hot stream of cum launches from him and splatters over my face.

My mouth opens as I cum, and his next spurt even manages to land partly in my mouth, which only makes me cum harder and harder and harder. Two more jets land on my dress before he even realizes what he's done.

"Oh my god, Mom, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry."

I spread my legs and gesture for him. "Baby, come here. Come here, come here, come here."

He lies on top of me. I scoop some of the jizz off my face and lick my fingers clean.

"Baby, you have nothing to apologize for. Nothing. That was so fucking hot, I loved it."

"You sure?"

I suck in air and caress his sweet face. "Baby, listen. You can do whatever you want to me. Whatever you. Nothing is off the table, do you understand? I have spent years fantasizing about you, imagining you doing dozens of different things to me, and every single one of them has driven me wild with desire.

"I'm yours, baby. I'm all yours. My body belongs to you. Do you understand?"

I kiss him. "Do you?" I kiss him again. "Do you understand, baby?"

I pull his shirt up, and he lets me take it off him. Oh, fuck. There it is. What a beautiful, strong torso he has. Muscular but tight. I want to lick him all over.

He lies back down on top of me, and I sigh as my hands glide across his back.

"Do you understand, baby? I love you. I lust after you with every fiber of my being." Kiss. "I want you." Kiss. "I want you every way." Kiss. "Every. Single. Way."

He starts to tremble again. A look of worry plays across his face.

"What are we doing?"

"Hey." I take his face in my hands. "Let's worry about that tomorrow, okay? Tonight is for us. Let's give in to our deepest desires. Even if it's just for one night. Let it be the best night of our lives. Okay?"

He nods.

I writhe under him. A naughty smile. "Will you do something for me?"

"Anything."

"Something I've dreamed about for years. Will you sixty-nine me?"

A slight gasp escapes from his lips. "Really?"

I nod. "With you on top. I want to feel you fucking my face as you lick my pussy."

I can't believe I'm saying this to my son, but I feel safe in his arms.

Also, I feel his cock once again rising, getting ready for action.

Gotta love twenty-two-year-olds.

"You sure?"

"Oh, baby, you have no idea how eager I am to try this."

He nods, then climbs off me.

I sit up and turn around, asking him to unzip me. He does, and my dress falls away. I turn back to let him gaze at my tits in this black, lacy bra. He gasps. I grab his hands and guide them to me. He kneels on the bed and kisses my tits and licks my nipples. Then I unhook the bra, and it, too, falls away.

He hugs me and kisses and sucks my tits. Then his tongue goes to town on my nipples until they're standing up to greet him.

"Ready?" I ask when he's had his fill.

He nods. I lie down so my head dangles off the edge of the bed. Then I reach down and guide my panties over my ass. He takes over, pulling them up my legs and freeing them from my feet.

I feel so wonderfully naked and exposed to him. No more being coy or teasing or hiding anything. This is his mother, splayed out, completely naked, save for my thigh-highs. He loves them too much for me to take them off. Seeing him gaze at my body in wonder makes my heart swell.

I grab his thighs and guide him toward me. He's so tall, he has to bend his knees slightly, but he brings his penis to my lips.

I run my fingernails and my tongue all over that beautiful, beautiful instrument. And he responds. His cock fully hardens.

"Fuck me," I whisper.

He mutters a quiet "oh my god," then slides forward. His cockhead pushes past my lips, and I unfurl my tongue to ease his way inside me, then I moan as his cock quickly fills my mouth and threatens the back of my throat.

"Like this, Mom?"

He pulls back and then presses forward a few times, nice and slow. I give him the thumbs up. Then I reach around and grab his ass. I help guide him, pulling him into me. He allows me to do this for a few pumps, but then. Ohhhh... He pauses his thrusts.

He takes my hands.

And pins them to the bed.

Oh. Yes.

Fuck yes.

That's it, baby. Take me. Use me. Own me.

This.

This is what I've been craving.

Fuck.

Fuck yes.

Fuck my mouth, baby.

He pulls back and then slides back in, and there is nothing I can do to stop him.

"You okay, Mom?"

He lets go of my right wrist, letting me give him an enthusiastic thumbs up.

Boom. Back down to the mattress goes my hand.

He pumps in me a few times until he's got the hang of it, making sure not to crush the back of my throat.

He lets go of me and slides his hands down my body, squeezing my tits, caressing my stomach and sides.

I instinctively reach up to grab his ass again, but he laughs and says, "Uh-uh-uh..."

He pins my hands back down.

Oh my god, yes.

"Be good," he whispers.

I whimper.

I promise.

I promise, baby.

He resumes thrusting into me, resumes rubbing my body, and slowly, slowly leans forward until he's lying on top of me, still pumping away, fucking my face.

I'm so fucking hot I might cum even before he can touch me down there, especially at the ecstatic sounds he's making.

Oh, the feel of his weight pressing me into the mattress.

Oh my god. My son is using me as a sex doll, and it's so deliriously erotic I can't stand it.

But then. Then he slides his hands under my ass and reaches around, prying my thighs apart.

Tongue.

There it is.

His tongue stimulates my clit.

One lick.

Two.

Three.

Nice, long strokes like when he licked my feet.

I can't fucking believe it.

I'm doing it.

I'm sixty-nining my son.

He's fucking my mouth and licking my clit.

I'm trapped.

Trapped under him.

Oh

Oh my god

My thighs start to shudder.

My orgasm builds

And builds

And builds

He can hear and feel me starting to cum, making his thrusts more animalistic.

Soon, he's pumping away, cursing and moaning with no regard for my safety.

He can't stop. He's too turned on.

His cock is smacking the back of my throat and that's only making me hotter and hotter and hotter. My son can't contain his primal lust for me. His mother. He's so fucking wild with desire for me he's grunting and twisting his tongue on my clit and pounding my face.

And he explodes, his body contracts and quivers over me as jizz fills my mouth and shoots down my throat with no way for me to stop it.

My squeal is so loud and high-pitched it hurts my ears.

A full-body orgasm rumbles through me; I swear I leave my body for a moment.

I don't know where I am. I'm just pure, unadulterated, unbridled, unhinged pleasure. I am ecstasy incarnate.

My greatest fantasy.

It's happening.

And it's so much hotter than I ever thought it could possibly be.

I clutch at his back. My thighs quiver. My toes electric. And my pussy is white hot with power.

It takes several seconds for me to float back to my body.

My arms fall to the mattress.

I'm totally spent.

My son only returns after I do, and then he panics, realizing he's pressing his full weight on me.

"Mom, you okay?"

He goes to rise, but I use whatever strength I have left to wrap my arms around him.

Don't move.

Stay in me.

Stay on me.

Let me have this.

Let me soak this up.

I may never get it again.

I caress his back to let him know I'm okay and so, so in love with him.

Finally, though, I realize maybe a little more oxygen would be good, so I pat him. It's time.

He climbs off me, makes sure I'm okay, then lifts me off the bed as if I weigh nothing at all. He lays me down so my head is resting on a pillow. Then he joins me. I roll over, my body sinking into his arms, my hands on his face.

I hum softly. There's so much I want to say.

But my eyes.

They refuse

To

Stay

Op....

**

We wake after who knows how long. I can't see the time, but it's still dark out.

Ohhhh... waking up in the loving arms of my beautiful son...

But it's not a peaceful awakening.

Something's bothering us.

A sound.

A muffled sound.

The muffled sound of the real world.

His phone.

He springs up.

"Fuck!"

He scrambles off the bed and sprints down to the porch. I hear the phone buzz a little louder as he pulls it from his jeans.

"Hi! Oh my god, I'm so sorry, baby. I'm so sorry."

Well, fuck.

"Yes, I know. I... Yeah. I'm sorry. My mom needed help and... yeah, no, she's good, but I was so tired I passed out. I'm sorry. I'm coming. I'm getting in the car now."

I sigh.

Right.

Ally.

Travis.

Our fiancés.

The real world.

Fuuuuccccckkkkk.

I slip on a robe and join my son, who is frantically putting on his clothes.

I hand him his shirt.

"I gotta go, Mom," he says, struggling to meet my eyes.

Oh. Okay. So that's how it's gonna be.

"I know, baby."

He gets his clothes on and pads himself down to make sure he's got everything.

"Um..." he looks around, looking at everything except at me. "Yeah."

He pauses. Then thumbs at the front door.

"Imma go."

"I understand. Can--"

He brushes past me.

"Austin," I say, trying to catch up.

But he's not sticking around.

"Call me," I say as he bursts through the front door.

I push outside.

"Austin."

"Gotta run, Mom. Ally's worried."

"She knows you're safe, baby. Please. One second. Can we talk about this?"

"Can't, Mom. Later."

He throws himself into the car and turns it over.

Fuck.

I blow him a kiss, but he's too busy backing up.

And then he's gone.

Tears fill my eyes, and my breath catches in my throat.

My sore throat.

I can't breathe.

Please. Please let me not have ruined things.

Please.

I run back inside, close the door, and lean against it. My hand flies to my chest.

Finally, I can take a breath.

Oh no.

What have I done?

I sit down at my computer.

3:42 AM

Secret. I need you. Please help.

I hit send.

And sob into my hands.

**

God, I must look awful. Damn near everyone asks me if I'm alright. I mean, no wonder. I didn't fall back to sleep until five minutes before my alarm went off.

The shower didn't help.

I couldn't eat my breakfast.

I'm not even sure what clothes I put on.

Here I am in the ladies' room at the office trying to get a grip.

My phone buzzes. An email from Secret. Oh, thank god.

10:41 AM

You okay? I'm here. Tell me everything. I've cleared my afternoon for you.

**

I rush outside and fall into my car. I email her my phone number and beg her to call me.

I drum on the steering wheel for a few minutes until my phone rings. It's a foreign number. Shit. What am I doing? I don't know this person. At all. It could be a 60-year-old grizzled dude for all I know.

I answer with a meek "Hello?"

"Hi, is this Jen? It's Secret."

I instantly calm down. Her voice is sweet. Soothing. She has a lilting Southern accent.

"Hi."

"You okay, baby?"

Oh, her calling me baby does something to me. She's a good person. A good mom. I can hear it in her voice.

"I'm here for you. Tell me everything, baby."

I gather myself up.

"I did it."

"Yeah? Okay. Hey. It's gonna be okay. I promise. Just tell me when you're ready, okay. Take your time."

"Oh, I think I've ruined everything. He's not returning my texts. He never does that. I'm such a terrible mom."

I sob. I can hear her saying things, but the phone is in my lap. Finally, I gather myself back up and hear her delicate voice saying, "You there?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, baby. It's okay. Deep breath. Can you do that for me?"

She calms me down with some breathing.

"There you go! Are you ready?"

I tell her everything. She listens, only interrupting me occasionally with an "Oh wow" or a "Dang." Once she says, "Oh my god, that's hot. Sorry. I know you're in pain, but dayum, girlfriend, you dove pussy-first into the deepest of deep ends."

I laugh. It feels good to laugh. She's right. It was hot. It was the hottest night of my life. I forgot that.

"Well," she says when I finish, "I get why you're panicking, but hear me out for a second, okay? Now, you've had years to dwell in this fantasy of yours, right? You even told me you had already mentally committed incest with him long before you actually did. But that boy didn't have that. I mean, yeah, he says he's wanted to do all that stuff with you, but that's a twenty-two-year-old boy! They don't know how to spell the word consequences, let alone know how to deal with them, right? I'm sure in all his fantasies he never once actually thought about the implications of sleeping with you, let alone cheating on his fiancé. So while you've given this some thought, he has not. So, yeah, no wonder he freaked out."

"You're right."

"Two words my husband has never said, by the way. I kind of wish I had recorded that so I could play it on the daily."

I laugh.

"So listen. Give him some time. Give him some space. When are you seeing him next?"

"Next week. The four of us are getting together for dinner. Travis and I are going to discuss our wedding plans."

"Ah. Well, that might not be the best moment to have a reckoning with him. He'll probably be feeling extra guilty, let's be frank."

"I never should have done this."

"Well, now, let's not be crazy. I mean, you were near about losing your mind over how much you were thirsting over that boy. I mean, that can't be healthy, keeping that inside. But like I said, give him time. He'll come around. I know it in my bones, and my bones don't lie. Except for that one time, but it's best not to dwell on the negatives."

I laugh. Oh, that feels good.

"Hey, you got my number now, so feel free to call me any time, okay?"

"What's your name?"

I can hear her smile on the other end. "S_____."

"Nice to meet you, S_____."

**

My hands are no longer trembling. My heart is no longer freaking out. My blood pressure is mostly back to normal.

Deep breath.

She's right. Give him some space. Give him some time. She suggests not texting him anymore. Not until we see each other at dinner.

It's not easy, but I do it.

Travis senses something is up, though I try my best to assure him everything is all right.

He spends the night Wednesday night. He wants to get intimate. And we do, though my head is not in the game. He's a wonderful lover. And I do truly love him. But in the past, I confess that I have sometimes fantasized that he was Austin, and that always made our lovemaking so much more erotic, usually causing me to instantly cum and cum hard.

But tonight, though? Yeah, I can't do that. It feels weird even sleeping with him after what I did.

"You sure you're okay?" he asks.

"I'm fine, baby. Just got a lot going on at work and at the shelter. You know how it is."

Great. Now I can add lying to my fiancé to my list of sins.

**

My hands shake as I pull the car door open.

"You okay?"

I wish he'd stop asking me that.

I take Travis' hand, and he helps me out of the car.

"You look beautiful," he says.

I kiss him. "You too."

We greet Ally and Austin out front. Ally gives me a big hug and a kiss. She's a doll, that one. Austin, on the other hand... all I get is a "Hey, Mom." No hug. No warmth. No eye contact.

Travis and Ally notice, though I try to play it off.

Travis puts his arm around Austin, and they talk about this and that.

"Everything all right between you two?" Ally asks, locking her arm in mine. "Austin was trying to back out of coming, which is downright weird. I thought maybe he was annoyed with Travis, but that does not seem to be the case."

"Yeah, we're just... having a thing. It happens."

"Does it? 'Cause I've never seen it before. I mean, that boy loves you more than I love either of my parents. It's partly why I fell for him."

Oh boy.

"Well, yeah, we are normally very tight. But sometimes... you know."

She doesn't know, but she does know enough to drop it. I change the subject and ask about her, and she is only too happy to go along with the gambit.

At one point during the dinner, Austin excuses himself to go to the bathroom. I give him a few minutes, then I follow.

I wait outside the men's room, feeling like a creep, but then he emerges. He sighs.

"I knew you'd be here."

"Can we talk?"

"Not here."

"Where? When? You keep ignoring me."

"Yeah. I do."

"Why?"

"Why?" he blinks at me.

"We need to talk about this, baby."

"Don't baby me. Look, Mom. I guess you're okay with cheating on your fiancé, but I'm not. I love her. And I would never do anything to hurt her or jeopardize our relationship. Not intentionally. I'm not that kind of person. Unlike you, I guess." He lets the words sting before adding the kicker. "And I don't appreciate being ambushed like that, or like you're doing right now. So, no. I don't want to talk about it. Not now. Not ever."

He studies my face to make sure I get the message.

It takes me a second to find the words, but it doesn't matter. All I get out is, "But, Austin--" before he leaves me.

I rush to the ladies' room and lose it.

I try to put on my bravest face, but everyone at the table can tell I'm not okay.

"What is going on with you two?" Travis finally asks. "You guys have been icy for two weeks now."

"We're fine," Austin and I say in unison.

Travis's eyebrows raise. "Clearly."

"Can we talk about anything else, please?" I ask.

"No need," Austin says, folding his napkin. "I'm not feeling well. Sorry, baby, but can we go?"

Ally blanches. She looks at me. I nod. It's okay. Go ahead.

Ally hugs me and kisses me on the cheek. Austin shakes Travis's hand and says he's sorry. He leaves without saying goodbye.

"Okay. You need to tell me what's going on," Travis says once they leave.

I'm seconds away from exploding.

I grab his hand. "I promise you everything is going to be okay. We had an argument the other night. We said some things we both wish we hadn't. We just need time to let the temperature cool before we can apologize and heal."

"What did you argue about?"

"It's between him and me. Please don't ask me any more questions about it. I'm sorry I ruined dinner. I should have known it was too soon."

Well, obviously that doesn't sit well with him.

Things are icy on the way home.

He doesn't spend the night.

Once inside my home, I fumble for the phone. I text S_____. "You up?"

She is not.

I bury my face in my pillow and sob myself to sleep.

**

"Go ahead. Say it."

Secret called me the next morning. I told her what happened. She reminded me that Austin would still be feeling guilty and that I shouldn't have pressed him, but she also said she would have done the same thing.

I unload on her, telling her how terrible I feel. Then finally, she says, "Go ahead. Say it."

"Say what?"

"Say what you've been dying to say for a while now. I can take it."

Ah.

She's right.

I have been dying to say something, even though I know it's not a sane comment.

"Come on. Out with it. I'm a big girl."

"I know this isn't fair of me..."

"Here we go."

"But I was perfectly content living in my fantasy world."

"Mmm... I wouldn't say that, but keep going."

"I was never going to do anything about this."

"Nope."

"But you pushed me."

"More of a gentle nudge, but yeah, that's fair."

I pause.

"You're saying it's my fault."

"I know that's an exaggeration, especially since you didn't hold a gun to my head, but that's how I feel, yes."

"I get it. I think I'd be feeling pretty sore at you if our roles were reversed."

I expect her to apologize or... well, even argue with me. But nothing. Silence. And we sit in silence for an uncomfortably long time. Being an overseas call, I finally ask her if she's still there.

"Oh, I'm here."

"Say something."

"Mm."

I laugh.

"Mm?"

"Yeah, I stand by that comment."

"Do you?"

"Mm."

I snort.

"Okay, great. I mean, we're only talking about my ruined life. Why wax eloquently about it?"

"This is why I'm not a licensed therapist. I said Mm because I feel like you're still too close to the event to be able to have any perspective. And I feel like my words are gonna fall on deaf ears. But I am happy to say what's on my mind if you promise to at least give them some thought before criticizing them."

"Okay. Shoot."

"I remain convinced--convinced, mind you--that you are not only going to emerge from this okay, but that you and Austin will be stronger than ever."

"That it?"

"Well, you think about that and respond."

"I have. Here's my response. How can you say that? He hates me."

"Mm."

"Motherfucker."

She laughs. "Sorry. Yeah, no, that boy don't hate you, Jen. He loves you. He lusts after you. You gave him the greatest fuck of his life. You unleashed deeply held feelings that he was only dimly aware of and only on a surface level. He was all," and here she deepens her voice, trying to imitate my son, "Man, my mom's got sexy feet. God, I'd love to suck on them and then fuck the shit out of her. That would be dope as shit--or whatever kids say these days. Lit. That's it. That would be lit. Is that what kids say? Anyway, my point is: That was the sum total of what he thought about fucking you: It would be hot. But then he did it. And it sounds like it wasn't just hot; it burned with the heat of a thousand suns. From your description, it sounds like he had a religious experience. Because he realized he fucking LOOOOOOVES you. He can't be without you. You fucking blew his fucking mind. I'm guessing it was the sixty-nine that did it. Like, not only was it hot, but you turned from a mom into a whore in his mind. And that fucked him up. Fucked him up not just because you're his mom, but because he probably hasn't stopped thinking about it and getting inconvenient hard-ons in the grocery store. And now he's marrying this Ally girl, who seems lovely and all. But she ain't you. And I'm guessing she's never let him do that to her. So he's marrying a girl who will never fulfill him the way you did. You. His mother. So he's feeling guilty on several levels. And confused. And turned on."

I hear her take a sip of something.

"Oh, and he's being so violent about it because he blames you, even though, obviously, no one held a gun to his head. But he can't handle all these conflicting emotions and confusing thoughts. So it's easier to blame you."

I sit with that for a long, long time. So long that she's the one who finally says, "Hello?"

"I'm here."

"I kinda blew your mind, didn't I?"

I laugh.

"Yeah, I get it. I'm super smart about other people's problems."

"You really think that's it?"

"My diagnosis of the sitch? Oh yeah. Yeah. If he could, he'd break up with that Ally girl and come running back to you. But, you know, obviously it's complicated. They're engaged. They're in the middle of wedding plans. You're engaged. Your wedding is coming up soon, right?"

"Middle of December."

"Yeah, so there's a ticking time bomb. You're about to become permanently unavailable to him. I mean, I'm sure once y'all clear the air, y'all will find a way to keep your tryst going and all, but he's obviously uncomfortable with that."

"You're saying my son wants to marry me?"

"Mmmm. See what I did there? I mixed up my Mms. Gave you a big ol, 'girl you hit the nail on the head' Mm."

"He wants to marry me."

"Oh yeah. For sure."

"You say that like it's no big deal."

"I mean... because it's not? Well, it's certainly a big deal because other people are involved. Like, if you two had done this before y'all got engaged to other people, then, yeah, he would have been all over you. And you'd be living in sexy taboo sin as virtual husband and wife. But now? With Ally and Travis in the picture...? Eeesh."

"Eesh?"

"Mm, yeah that's my other go-to noise. Eesh. You should try that on for size. You seem like a good eesher."

"I'm glad you're having so much fun."

"Oh, I'm not, I promise. I'm just inappropriate. But I stand by my analysis. He loves you. He wants to be with you. He knows he can't. Hence the anger and aggression."

"What do you suggest I do about it?"

"Well, you seem stressed..."

"What was your first clue?"

"Well, I don't know about you, but sex is a great stress reliever for me. And, given how much poon you get when you go shopping... I suggest an emergency shoe trip to Dillard's."

Okay, that gets me to snort.

"Goodbye, S_____."

"Okay. You can thank me when you two elope."

"Goodbye, S_____."

"A'ight then."

**

Weeks pass. Agonizingly brutally long weeks of zero contact with my son, other than brief nods at family gatherings.

I run through various emotions, but mostly I vacillate between despair and anger. The longer time drags on, the angrier I get. At first, I'm angry with myself. Then I get angry with Secret for encouraging me. She makes it especially easy to get angry with her because she keeps asking for updates. Bitch, please. I resent how she's a spectator in the train wreck that is my life. And yes, I know I'm being petty and unfair, but I can't help how I feel.

But the longer this drags on, the angrier I get with Austin.

Because even though I'm mad at her, Secret makes some good points. I don't know that I'd go so far as to say that my son wants to be with me, but he's obviously taking his anger and confusion out on me when he was a willing participant. A very willing participant.

So yeah. I'm mostly annoyed with him.

And myself.

And SecretFuckingTreasures because why not?

I got plenty of anger to go around.

But you know who else is angry?

Travis.

I get it. The longer Austin and I go without talking... the icier things grow between us... the more awkward my life is at home because Travis keeps asking me what's going on. And then he gets angry when I refuse to spill the beans.

And his anger only fuels my anger toward Austin and then toward Secret and then back to me because I never should have done this in the first place...

And around and around we go.

**

Two months in, we have another gathering. My birthday.

Yeah.

I didn't want a big party. I mean, I'm turning 47, not 50. But Travis insisted, and well, I couldn't very well say no, could I?

Travis hosts it at his house, and around twenty people come, many of whom will be coming to our wedding in two months.

Late to the party is Ally and Austin. Actually, Ally shows up first. I greet her at the door and see Austin sitting in the car.

"Okay, Jen. What is going on? I had to drag him here. And look!" She gestures to the car. "I mean, what the actual?"

I nod.

"Okay. I'll talk to him"

"Thank you. Oh, happy birthday." She gives me a quick hug and a kiss.

I march to the car. He sees me coming and exits, but I give him a motherly, "Uh-uh! Back inside!" Then I hiss. "Don't cause a scene."

He mopes back into the car, and I climb into the passenger seat and close the door.

"Look. I don't need you to forgive me. I don't need you to get over it. I don't need anything except for you to pretend that you love me when we're at family gatherings. That's it. I'm fucking tired of our fiancés asking me all the fucking time what's wrong. It ends now. You don't have to ever speak to me ever again, but you and I are going to fucking pretend that everything is normal. I am leaving. You are going to come into the house. And you are going to make a big fuss over me and my birthday. And you are going to greet me the way you used to. And we are going to pretend everything is all right until we go to our graves. Understand?"

I don't wait for an answer. I get out of the car and take a deep breath. I smile.

That really did feel good.

I go back to the party.

"Everything all right?" Travis asks me for the umpteenth time.

I smile warmly, feeling it for the first time in weeks. "Great, baby. All sorted."

Austin enters behind me. I turn.

"Hey, Mom," he says, flashing me that old smile. "Happy birthday."

We hug. "Thank you, baby."

"Oh, it's soo good to see you two together again," Ally says. "It was really worrying me."

"No, all good," Austin says.

"Can you talk about it?" Travis asks.

I grab Austin's hand. He flinches slightly. I raise it to my lips and kiss it. "It's a mother/son thing, baby."

I feel his hand go clammy.

And... that's it. He doesn't speak to me again for the rest of the party until saying goodbye. At which point he gives me another hug and lets me kiss his cheek. He tells me he loves me, which is something. But... yeah. All performative, surface-level bullshit.

At least it stops the questions. Mostly. Travis still occasionally asks, but finally, I tell him it's none of his business, already, which isn't fair, I know, but... what can I do at this point?

**

8:37 PM

Oh, come on, Jen. Please stop ghosting me! At least tell me you're all right...

--ST

**

Life mostly goes back to normal, other than my son refusing to speak to me. I keep trying to be chill about it. Maybe Secret's right. Maybe he's just confused and guilty and all that. But it's hard. I miss my son. I love him. He's always been the most important person in my life, and now he's... just gone. I don't even have my fantasies. I've tried. I still get horny, but whenever I try to create a fantasy around him... my libido dies. Even when I try to come up with scenarios where I win him back. I just can't do it.

I go shopping. I ffeel totally ridiculous. But I go to Dillard's. That lady isn't there, of course. Then I go to Banana. I bring that shirt with me. Austin never even tried it on. I thought maybe I could return it. And/or hook up with that sexy salesman.

"Can I help you?" asks a young girl.

"Yeah, hi. I wanted to return a shirt."

"Sure, no problem." She leads me over to the checkout counter.

"Last time I was here, a really nice sales guy... Eric, I think his name was? He helped me--"

"Oh." She looks me up and down, which is unnerving, to say the least. Getting judged by a, what, eighteen-year-old? "Yeah, he was fired."

"Fired?"

"Mm," she says, reminding me of Secret. "Turns out he was sleeping with our customers."

Well, there's a reason I'm not a world championship poker player. My face turns bright red. And she just nods at me, like, yeah, bitch, you ruined it for the rest of us; I hope you're proud.

It takes me a second to remember how to walk.

Even longer to realize that I forgot to return the shirt.

I feel like I'm living in some kind of Twilight Zone episode or something.

When I get to the car, I pick up my phone. I open the Messages app. It's been over two months since I heard from Austin. I text him.

Me: Miss you

I lean forward and rest my forehead on the steering wheel.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see those three dots appear under my text. They disappear. They reappear. I wait.

They disappear.

Then... nothing.

But... that's not nothing to me. That's the first hint that he even considered responding to me in two bloody months.

I turn on the car and start driving.

**

"Hey!" Ally says. "What brings you here?"

She hugs me and invites me in.

"Austin's not here..."

"Yeah, no, I... well, I was about to lie and say I was in the area, but that's silly. I gave this shirt to Austin two months ago, and he forgot it, and then, well, you know, things got weird. But anyway, it's just been sitting there, taunting me, so I... well, I thought he'd look handsome in it. That's all. How are you?"

She blinks. "Yeah, all good..." she starts talking about this and that. She takes the box from me and holds up the shirt. "Oh wow. He would look good in this... You know what? I'll make sure he wears it Friday night at the rehearsal dinner."

"Oh, you don't have to. I just wanted him to have it. I felt bad that I kept forgetting to give it to him."

She winks. "Oh, he's wearing this."

I laugh.

**

Back in the car, I place a call.

"Hello? Jen?"

"Were you asleep?"

"Huh? Yeah, well, almost. Hang on." I hear her mumble something to her husband. Then I hear a door close. "Okay, I'm back." There's the lilting Southern accent I was missing. "You okay?"

"Where are you? I never did look up this country code."

"Oh, I'm in _____."

"Oh wow. Lucky you."

"Yeah, it's nice here. I'd invite you to stay, but I don't like to associate with sexual deviants."

I laugh.

"Oh, thank god you laughed at that. My humor isn't for everyone. How are you? Please tell me you don't hate me anymore."

"I'm okay. It's been rough, S_____. Really rough."

I fill her in.

"What time is it there?"

"One a. m."

"Don't you have sleep mode on your phone?"

"I do, but you're on my VIP list. I've been worried about you."

Tears fill my eyes. "That's really sweet. I'm sorry I ghosted you."

"Oh, hey, I get it. I am... somewhat responsible."

"Somewhat."

"Okay, so... the three dots... that's progress! Then you dropped off the shirt... what was the thinking behind that?"

"I don't know. It just seemed like the right thing to do."

"Going with your gut. I like it. What if he wears it at the dress rehearsal?"

"I don't know. Will he even remember I gave it to him?"

"You know what I think? You need to wear those super sexy shoes."

"Oh my god, I couldn't."

"Yes. Yes you can. In fact, yes you will. Then you'll know."

"What, he's going to take one look at my feet and get a boner and run away with me?"

"I mean... okay, yeah, probably not. But no. What's important is for you to own your sexuality again. You've lost your mojo. You need to get it back, and those shoes are the key."

"You're right."

"I'm always right about other people's problems."

"You keep saying that. Is your life a train wreck or something?"

"What? No! I live in _____ where the weather is amazing, the food is delicious and the women are fucking outrageous. My life's amazing."

"The women? I wasn't aware--"

"Oh, I'll fuck anything that moves, baby."

"You have a son, right... are you...? You know, you write such sizzling mother/son incest stories..."

"What? Ew! Gross! What kind of sick fuck would sleep with their kid?"

I laugh. A little too hard.

"See? This is why we're a good team. You get my jokes. Okay. Good luck Friday night. And if you ghost me again, I swear to god I will write you the worst possible ending to your story and will that into the universe."

"No more ghosting, I swear. Go to bed, you freak."

**

Friday morning. My eyes pop open. Fuck, it's only 5:30. Wait, Secret's up.

Me: I'm so nervous

Secret: Go to Dillard's!

Me: lol

Secret: I'm serious. Get a sexy dress to go with those shoes. Go all out. Send pics.

I can barely eat.

Travis calls me. "Excited about tonight?"

"Yeah."

"You all right?"

"Yeah, just nerves. You know."

"Well, yeah. We're getting married tomorrow. But then... think about our honeymoon!"

I laugh. "Are you trying to get me to tell you where I'm taking us?"

"I would never!"

When Travis proposed to me, I eagerly said yes. But then I kept putting off the wedding. It was just too much. Having been married before, I remembered what a headache it was the first time. And... maybe I was also putting it off because of my forbidden feelings for my son. I don't know. But finally, Travis said he would take care of everything. The wedding, the rehearsal dinner, the guests, the flowers, the band, the food, the thises and the thats. There was just one condition. That I plan the honeymoon.

No problem. That was way less stressful.

But then he kept asking me about where we were gonna go. Kept dropping suggestions. Kept trying to micromanage. Finally, I told him he wouldn't know until we arrived. Said it would be a big surprise.

Of course, that didn't stop him from trying to suss out the location.

"You'll know tomorrow," I tease.

**

I'm not quite sure why I'm at Dillard's. There are better stores for the kind of dress ST wants me to wear. Okay, that's a lie. I know exactly why I'm here, but it's not like she works here--

"Well...?" comes a familiar voice.

Well, I'll be.

"I thought that was you," she says. "So... how'd it go with Mr. Wrong?"

I bite my lip.

"No way."

I nod.

"And...?"

"I was so hot."

I feel my nethers stirring. God, I've been so stressed about all the aftereffects that I'd forgotten how fucking hot it was. And my god, was it hot. The feet worship?? The sixty-nine? Fuck...

"It was everything I wanted it to be."

"Oh my god!"

"... Until it wasn't. Bad fallout."

"Ah. Well, sorry about that. You okay?"

"Mm," I almost laugh at my lame ST impression. "There's a light at the end of the tunnel, though."

She raises an eyebrow. "Hence Dillard's."

I laugh.

She looks at the dresses. "What's the occasion?"

"Dinner party," I say after a second. Then I turn bright red and hide my face in my hands.

"Oh?" She laughs. "What kind of dinner party is it to make you blush like that? Please tell me you're an Illuminati."

"Ah. No. It's worse."

"Well, now you've got to tell me."

I fan my face. "My rehearsal dinner."

Her mouth drops.

"I know. What is wrong with me?"

She bites her lip and whips out her phone. "Yeah, hey babe. I can't make lunch. I'm sorry. Just got slammed at work." She winks at me. "Slammed hard. Yeah, I'll make it up to you tonight."

"Who was that?"

"My husband." She winks and takes my arm. "We are buying you a fuck-me dress."

Oh, the blood rushing to my groin. There it is. My mojo. I'm back, baby.

We scour the racks, struggling to find the right one.

"Wait," she says, studying me. "We're missing the obvious. Your hair. Your gorgeous auburn hair. We need something red..."

She squeals with delight. A squeal that makes me instantly wet.

"This one." She pulls out one of those Old-Hollywood dresses. Red. Silky. A slit running up to the thigh.

Fuck. Me.

"I'll wait out here," she says as we enter the thankfully empty dressing room area. "I wanna see the reveal. Then I wanna see how it looks on the floor."

I give her a naughty smile as I close the door.

Oh, fuck. My senses are in overdrive. I whip off my clothes. Shirt, pants... everything. I'm standing totally naked when she knocks on the door.

"Oh, I am so not ready."

"I know. Here."

She opens the door. I yelp and try to cover myself, but it's just her hand. She's holding a pair of those sexy shoes, waving them at me. "You know. To get the total look."

I snatch them and close the door. "Thank you!"

The moment I step into the dress, I know. I know that this is the dress. This is the one. Red, silky, deliciousness coats my curves, the slit teases what lies below, and the spaghetti straps beckon to be slipped over my shoulders.

I feel so fucking sexy. But more than that.

I feel powerful.

I run my hands up my body and gasp.

I can do whatever I want.

And I know exactly what I want to do.

I see it all so clearly: my path laid out before me.

And I'm trembling with excitement.

I open the door for the reveal. Her mouth tells me everything I need to know.

Come hither, baby.

She dives into my body and ravishes my neck and shoulders. She's ravenous. Her mouth longs to consume me. And I let her.

She slides the straps off my shoulders and kisses her way down, down, down. She reaches behind me and unzips me. Her lips find my tits, and her mouth pulls me into her. Pulling. Pulling. Pulling. I want to disappear inside her.

"You're so beautiful," she says between sucks.

"You're so sexy." She pulls the dress down further and kisses her way down my stomach, her tongue tickling me, making me shiver all over.

"You're a sex goddess," she says as she eases the dress around my ass and pulls it to the floor.

She pauses to admire my pussy. She bites her lip and gently runs her fingertips up and down my wet opening.

"Say it," she says, looking up at me. "Say, I'm a sex goddess."

You're goddamn right I am.

I caress her face and stroke her hair.

I whisper, "I'm a sex goddess."

She offers me one big sensuous lick from the bottom up.

I shudder with desire.

"Say it," she whispers.

"I'm a sex goddess."

Another big lick. Fuck. Me.

She teases my clit. Tingles flood my body.

"Say it."

"I'm a sex goddess."

Lick. Tease.

"I'm a sex goddess."

"I'm a sex goddess."

"I'm a sex goddess."

"Oh my god, I'm a sex goddess."

She slides a tender finger--no, two--inside me.

"No one can resist you."

Pause.

"Say it."

"No one can resist me."

Her fingers gently nuzzle my G-Spot while her tongue loves my clit.

"Say it," she whispers, not looking at me.

"No one can resist me."

"No one can resist me."

"No one can resist me."

"Oh my fucking god, no one can resist me."

"Your crush is powerless to stop you."

"Yes. He's powerless. He's powerless. He's powerless."

Her tongue is relentless, and her fingers drive me... drive me... oh holy, holy shit.

"He's mine. He's mine. He's all mine!"

I grab her hair and brace myself as warmth and color and love and power and stars and suns and the universe flows through me and over me and under me. Wave after wave of undulating, vibrating, overwhelming pleasure rocks my core, my mind, my soul.

God

Fucking

Damnit

My mouth remains agape when I come to. Her fingers remain on my sweet spot, pressing, releasing, pressing, releasing, on, off, on, off, a gentle-but-relentless tapping that keeps me hovering in liminal ecstasy.

My son may be powerless before me, but I am definitely powerless under her.

Tap

Tap

Tap

My breathing matches her rhythm.

Tap

Tap

Tap

I gave at her through half-lidded eyes

Tap

Tap

Tap

"You. Are going. To. Dominate," she says in time with her tapping.

"You. Are going. To. Control."

"You. Are going. To. Win."

"Yes," I whisper.

"Yes."

"Yes."

"What's his name?"

"Austin."

"Austin. Wants. You. So. Fucking. Badly."

"Yes. Yes. Yes."

Her tapping increases in tempo.

"He's yours."

"Yes."

"He's yours."

"Yes."

"He's yours."

"Yes."

Faster.

"He's yours."

"Yes."

"He's yours."

"Yes."

Faster.

"He's yours."

"Yes. Yes! Yes! Yeeeeeeaaaaaaaassssssssssssss!"

Once again I leave my body and float and drift and whisp and wheeep and whoop and weeeeeeeeeeeeee.

I open my eyes.

"You're a witch," I say.

She bounces her eyebrows, "Mmm."

"I'm starting to wonder if I really want him or you."

She jumps up and inserts her fingers into my mouth--the ones coated with my juiciest juices.

She slides them in and out, and I eagerly slurp, suck, drink. I grab her hand and guide her. I'm getting so worked up all over again.

My god.

"Let me lick you," I say, popping her fingers out of my mouth. "Please. I owe you."

"Oh, you owe me all right. But not today, girlfriend. You need to keep your power for him. Later on, when you're all set, and he's living under your thumb and all, you can invite me over for a threesome."

"Mmmmmm... I'd love that. You, me, and my son--"

I gasp.

Eyes wide.

Mouth wider.

Hand over mouth.

Time freezes.

Her face. Startled. Wild.

Excited.

A naughty smile.

Biting her lip.

She eases my hand from my mouth.

"That." She inches closer to my face. "Is." Closer still. "So." She's inches from me. "Fucking hot."

Her lips press into mine, and her hand once again finds my pussy.

She whispers. "You're going to fuck your son."

Fingers once again inside.

"Say it."

"Yes."

"Say the words."

I'm trembling with fear. I've never been so naked in my whole life.

"Say it...."

I whisper. "I'm going to fuck my son."

My G-Spot welcomes her fingertips. Ohhh... Ohhhh.... Oh yes.....

"You're going to own him."

"Yes."

"He's madly in love with you."

"Yes."

"You're madly in love with him."

"Yes."

"Say it."

"I'm madly in love... oh shit... madly... oh fuck yes... madly in love with my sonnnnnnnnnnnn."

I think I may have passed out for a second.

She's still inside me.

"Hi," I whimper.

"Welcome back."

"Hm."

"Gimme your phone."

Phone? What's a phone? Oh right. Black thing.

My eyes steer her attention to the bench where my clothes are.

With her free hand, she fishes it out of my pockets. She holds it up to my face to unlock it.

Go ahead. Take all my money. You deserve it.

She bites her lip as she taps away.

I hear her phone buzz.

Oh.

She's just...

... just giving me

her contact....

info...

**

"You okay?" she asks, waving a hand in front of my face.

I'm slumped in the corner, my ass barely resting on the bench.

Oh. Right. Shopping. Dressing room. Sex.

"My god," I say, coming to.

"Yeah, damn. I mean, I knew I was good, but I didn't know I was that good."

"I have your number, I take it?"

"Mm." She helps me stand and makes sure I'm all right. "I look forward to our threesome."

"Threesome?"

Oh shit.

I told her everything, didn't I?

She sees the terrifying realization play across my face.

"You're safe, girlfriend. No judgment here."

She makes to leave. Then points at the dress strewn across the dressing room floor.

"As hot as it looks on you, it definitely looks better on the floor."

She blows me a kiss.

And leaves.

Oh.

Jesus.

That was something.

**

I feel like I've been reborn. I strut across the mall parking lot, shades on, mouth pursed, my dress dangling over my shoulder. In my mind, that "Staying Alive" song is playing in the background. I feel like a badass bitch.

Oh.

Tonight is going to be fun.

But first...

I have a few items I need to pick up.

All part of the plan.

**

Errands run, I hit call.

"I'm here. Gimme gimme gimme."

I laugh. "Oh S_____, I just had the most intense out of body sexual experience of my life."

"Austin or Miss Dillard?"

"Miss Dillard."

"Fuck me. Damn. Where you at? I need to do some shopping."

"Mm."

"Oh shit. Okay. You done mastered the art of the Mm. I take it you're ready for tonight?"

"It's gonna be a few days before I contact you. I have a plan. A very dirty, very naughty plan. And if all goes according to it, which it will because I'm a fucking sex goddess, then you won't be hearing from me for about a week. Just didn't want you to worry or think I was ghosting you."

"Uh-huh, yeah, cool. Listen, I'm looking at a Google map of all the Dillard's in the US. If you don't want to give me a specific store, at least give me a state. I'm happy to try each one until I strike gold."

"Bye, S_____."

"Aw, hell."

**

Travis's eyes practically fall out of his head when he sees me.

I know, baby. I know.

"Holy smokes," he says, taking me in. "I am the luckiest guy in the world."

"Mm," I say, offering him my hand. He kisses it.

"You look absolutely stunning, my dear."

"I know."

He laughs.

Yeah, so I'm rocking that tight, sexy dress and the lacy mesh shoes with the bow and peep toes. That much you know. I'm wearing nothing under the dress--and it is VERY apparent--other than my thigh-highs. You can just make out the lacy black band of my left nylon through the slit.

And my hair. I spent all afternoon perfecting that shit. I'm rocking the Veronica Lake look. Long, wavy, magical, hanging down the right side of my face. A delicious part of this nutritious breakfast.

Yeah.

I've never looked or felt or smelled sexier in my life.

The world isn't ready for me.

Poor Austin.

Good thing he's got me to look out for him

We arrive at the restaurant, and I swear I hear a record scratch the moment I enter the room.

I feel dozens of hungry eyes roaming over my body.

Oh, it feels so fucking good.

We have the back room to ourselves, and before long, our guests start to arrive.

Every single person makes a fuss over me.

I find myself repeating the phrases "Oh, thank you," "You're too kind," "Dillard's, of all places."

I mingle and chit-chat with family and friends over drinks and hors d'oeuvres. It's a small wedding, and everyone is here at the rehearsal dinner.

Everyone except Austin and Ally.

I'm not worried, exactly, but after twenty minutes past the hour, I step outside for some fresh air.

I see Ally scurrying up the walk, straightening her dress. She looks lovely, if a bit disheveled.

She looks up and sees me.

She screeches to a halt and blurts out, "Fuck me!"

I laugh.

Her mouth drops.

"Damn."

"You look stunning, Ally."

"Uh-huh..." She can't stop looking at me. "Man, I knew you were a babe, but holy shit!"

"You're too kind."

She steps in and mutters conspiratorially, "You know... if things don't work out with you and Travis..." She makes the telephone gesture and mouths the words "Call me."

I hug her.

"Where's your lesser half?"

"Hmm...?" She finally tears her eyes from me as if snapping out of a reverie. "Oh, he's parking. He'll be right along. Oh, and by the way...? You were so right about that shirt. He looks foine. That's actually why we're running late. Why am I saying all of this to my future mother-in-law? Clearly, I need to start drinking."

She gives me a kiss on the cheek and scurries inside, but then she turns around. "He's gonna be a minute. The parking lot is full up."

"Oh. Right. Yeah. I was just getting some air." I follow her inside. "It's stuffy in here."

"No, after you," she says, making a point of staring at my ass. "Please."

I gotta say, I have not seen this side of her before.

Poor girl.

If she only knew.

We rejoin the party. The minister asks if everyone is here so we can do the quick run-through.

"Just waiting on Austin," I say. He's my best man--something he thankfully committed to many months ago.

"Here he is," Travis says.

I turn.

The room goes blurry, save for him. Not when he first enters, but when he sees me. When the breath catches in his throat, and his unhinged, forbidden desire boils up from inside and plays across his face for just the briefest nanosecond.

The pull between us is undeniable.

It's powerful.

Primal.

All-consuming.

And Ally's right. That shirt. He looks soooo sexy in that shirt. It perfectly hugs his form without being ridiculous. And the top two buttons are open, giving him a rogue-like swagger.

But it's his obvious hunger for me that sends me over the edge.

He can't hide it anymore.

Not from me.

Not from himself.

He fucking CRAVES me.

I feel his heat from twenty feet away. I can hear his heart pounding. I can smell the sweat about to bead up on his forehead. I can sense the blood rushing to his cock.

He's mine.

I'm his.

Neither of us can do a damn thing about it.

"All right!" the minister says with a gentle clap of his hands. "Let's begin!"

The room whirs back into motion. Austin's gaze is torn from me by Ally's father, who greets him warmly, and the spell... it's not broken, just put on pause.

That's fine.

I can unpause it any time.

**

The rehearsal itself goes off without a hitch. Travis thankfully kept things simple. Everyone knows what to do and where to be.

It's strange to rehearse for a performance I know will never happen.

Rehearsal done, we eat and toast and laugh and drink. The music starts up. It's not really a dancing kind of party, but I feel like dancing.

I steal across the room and place my hands on Austin's shoulders. I draw warmth from him and hear a faint gasp leave his lips.

"Mind if I borrow my son?" I say to Ally.

I don't wait for permission.

After all, I'm the one who grants it.

I take his hand, pull him up and away from the table, wrap my arms around his shoulders, and gaze into him with such effortless grace that he doesn't even know what hit him.

"What are you--"

"Everyone is watching us," I whisper with a broad smile.

Now this is a performance.

The role of the perfect, loving mother will be played this evening by Jennifer Richards.

I look at him like I'm a doting mother telling him how proud I am of him. What a perfect son he is.

But my words tell a different story.

"Don't talk, just listen."

I start to dance and he follows.

"I love you, Austin. I will always love you. You are the most important person in my life. You always will be."

I slide into him, and we dance as any close-knit mother and son might. I whisper in his ear...

"But I also thirst for you. I crave you with every fiber of my being."

He goes stiff.

"Keep dancing. That's right... I will always lust after you, Austin. Always. I'm not ashamed of it. I'm not embarrassed or confused by my feelings for you. Quite the opposite."

I pull back and laugh as though he just said something cute.

"I have zero regrets about what we did. It was the greatest night of my life. And I will cherish it and fantasize about it for the rest of my life."

I close the gap again, this time daring to press my body into him, just a little.

"And you thirst for me. Don't even try to deny it. To yourself or to me. I know you do. I know you want me. I experienced it that night when your long-hidden desires were finally allowed to express themselves, and I feel it now as you tremble in my arms. --Don't speak. Just listen."

I pull back and lightly dust some nonexistent fluff off his shoulder.

"I crave you. You crave me. There's nothing embarrassing or morally wrong about it. It's a part of who we are. The question is, what do we do about it?"

I hug him again.

"We can just forget this ever happened. That's not my favorite, but if that's what you want, then I will comply, and I will never bring it up again. Or..."

I will his hands to slide up my hips, and they do.

"Mmm... or, plan B: we marry our wonderful fiancés and live happily ever after, sneaking in little trysts on the side. We can love our wonderful spouses in our safe marriages, while also giving in to our deepest, darkest desires with each other."

His hands grip my sides. Okay, he likes that.

But he doesn't love it.

Neither do I.

"Then. There's my favorite option. Plan C."

The music stops, and I pull back.

The crowd applauds.

I feign embarrassment. Then I lean in and kiss my son gently on the lips.

Travis taps my shoulder.

"Mind if I cut in?" he asks Austin.

Austin blinks, desperately trying to get me to telepathically tell him Plan C.

I slide my hands up Travis's chest and around his neck. I press my body into him, and he responds, pulling me in tightly. We dance.

I turn and see Austin dancing with Ally.

Aw. Such a cute couple.

Too bad my son isn't looking for cute.

I catch Austin's eye and hold it as I slowly turn my head and kiss Travis's cheek.

"I love you," Travis says.

"Mmm..."

I raise my eyebrow at Austin.

He grows pale, but then finds his ground.

I kiss Travis again.

Austin kisses Ally's cheek.

While staring at me.

Here we go.

I kiss Travis's ear.

Austin kisses Ally's.

I pull back and gaze at Travis for just the briefest moment. Then I pull him in for a long, wet, passionate kiss. Our mouths move together as my eyes slowly drift open, daring Austin to follow suit.

He trembles, bites his lip, and kisses Ally.

She wraps her arms around him and turns her face this way and that, her hair dangling over her shoulders. She's a true vision of beauty.

But Austin only has eyes for me.

And it gets me So. Fucking. Hot.

As I kiss Travis, I move my body against him like a wave. My heat rising, rising, rising.

I catch a glimpse of Austin, and he looks at Ally. Then at me. Then back to her.

Then back to me.

Sorry, Ally.

I truly am.

But you can't compete with a boy's mother.

"Take me home, baby," I whisper to Travis.

"Oh. I thought we weren't going to sleep together tonight. So I don't see you tomorrow..."

"Take me home and fuck me."

"That's a much better plan."

"Goodnight everyone!" I announce. "Thank you for everything. See you all tomorrow!"

I pull Travis toward the door, but there are too many friends and relatives to say goodbye to.

Kisses and hugs and thank yous and soft goodbyes.

"See you tomorrow, Ally," I say, running my thumbs over her exposed shoulders.

I pull her in for a full-body hug and hum slightly.

"Oh!" she whimpers. Her arms clutch me. "I think I just came a little."

I laugh. I break off our hug.

"Only slightly kidding," she says.

I give her a kiss and a wink.

"Okay, not kidding at all."

She gives me the call-me gesture.

I turn to Austin. He looks terrified. He swallows.

I grab his biceps and look him up and down.

"You're right," I say to Ally. "He looks very sexy in this shirt."

He turns a deep red.

"Oh, look how red he is!"

I tear through the tension with a laugh and a quick squeeze. "See you tomorrow, baby."

Quick, motherly kiss.

I drag Travis to the car and press him against the door. My tongue finds his.

"What's got into you?"

"You, hopefully. Let's go."

**

"Keep your eyes on the road," I whisper. He keeps trying to sneak peeks at me.

I grab his hand and kiss it.

"On the road..."

I pull it down to my exposed thigh.

He gasps.

"On the road."

I guide it up. And in. I relish the feel of his cold hand between my warm thighs.

"On the road."

I spread my legs and pull him up.

"Oh my god," he whispers as the side of his pinky presses against my wet opening.

"On the road," I whisper as I start bucking into him.

"On the road."

"On the road."

"On the road, baby..."

I give myself a tight little orgasm. Not enough for total release, but enough to stoke my fires even hotter.

It also turns Travis on.

Way on.

He attacks me the moment we enter my house. Tearing, clawing, biting, gnawing at me. It's exhilarating. And quite different from the man I know.

He pries the dress off my body and scoops me up and carries me to bed.

He licks and licks and licks, and it's wonderful if not nearly as stimulating as Miss Dillard.

That's okay. That's why god created different positions.

I pull him up my body, then flip us over.

I tear off his clothes and eat my way down to his prick. I slurp the hell out of that thing until he's good and ready.

Then I climb up and swallow him whole.

And proceed to grind the living shit out of that man.

To say that I'm a cowgirl riding a bucking bronco is too obvious. Also, he's not bucking. He's clutching at the mattress for dear life. No, I'm like a... well, I guess I'm like a woman trying to use her pussy to tear off her fiancé's dick.

He explodes in me in a matter of seconds.

I don't see that as a problem, more as a compliment to how fucking hot I am.

I also don't see it as an impediment. Hell, I'm so fucking horny, I wouldn't even need him to get off. The mattress would do just fine.

But I've got him.

And I'm giving him a hell of a send-off.

His cry of holy shit is what finally gets me off. I don't think he's saying it out of ecstasy, more out of awe. Who is this crazy woman riding his cock?

I unleash a hearty grunt.

"Sorry," I say when I finish.

"Oh, baby, you have nothing to be sorry for. I love to see that wild side of you."

Yeah, honey, that's not what I'm apologizing for.

I curl up next to him and revel in his warmth, his good nature, his love.

You're a prince, Trav. A real safe harbor.

Too bad I'm looking for a storm.

**

I laugh.

"No, you know the tradition. It's bad luck for a groom to see his bride."

"Yeah, okay, baby. But back then, brides didn't grind their husbands' cocks into stumps the night before the wedding."

He laughs. "Just give me this."

I kiss his cheek.

His eyes are firmly shut, his arms outstretched as I guide him through the house.

He exits the house, and I help him down the stairs and to his car.

"Goodbye, baby."

I kiss him on the lips.

Eyes still closed, he smiles and says, "I think you mean, 'See you soon.'"

I blow him a kiss and run inside the house. I text him that he can open his eyes now. He honks the horn and drives away.

Inhale. Exhale. In. Out. In. Out.

Okay, Jen. You've got this.

Time to get ready.

**

I have quite the busy schedule, and Travis mapped it out beautifully. First to the hair salon. I'm a little sad to lose my Veronica Lake do, but I let Travis talk me into the chic, "Classic Twisted Half Updo with Soft Waves," so that's what I'm gonna rock.

Once it's done, I'm quite pleased with the results.

Then it's off to the church where Ally greets me. Although Austin agreed to be my best man, I was so thankful Ally agreed to be my unofficial bridesmaid and help me get ready for the big day.

Of course, now I feel terrible about it, but what am I gonna do?

"You look beautiful," she tells me.

"Thank you, baby. You, too. Truly. You're a vision."

"Thank you!" she says with a slight curtsey. "Now let's get you poured into that sexy dress of yours."

She leads me to the bridal suite. "Although, nothing will ever compare to that va-va-voom dress you wore last night..."

She unveils my dress. I haven't seen this thing in weeks. Almost forgot how racy it was.

Travis wanted me to wear something more traditional. But Ally was able to convince him to let me go with this chic little number. It's a strapless, sweetheart-neckline gown with a fitted bodice and a full skirt.

And my favorite detail: a thigh-high slit up one side. You know how much I love showing off my gams.

But it's also perfect for making a saucy getaway.

She hands me a glass of red wine. We clink glasses.

"Happy wedding, Mom," she says.

Oh fuck. An enormous lump forms in my throat.

Tears threaten.

"No, no, no! No crying or you'll make me cry!"

She dabs at my eyes with a tissue.

I down my drink in one gulp.

"I almost forgot. I have a present for you. Over there." I nod at the bag hanging from the top of the closet door.

"A dress?" she says.

She unzips the bag.

And gasps.

"No."

She shakes her head violently.

"No way. First of all, I could never pull that off."

"That's what men are for."

She snorts. "Second of all. No. You OWN that dress."

I pour us both more wine. "And now I'm giving it to you. You will absolutely MURDER in that thing. I promise you."

Let's just hope she doesn't murder me.

She hugs me generously.

She throws back her wine like a biker doing a tequila shot. She cracks her neck and says, "Let's do this."

Many minutes later, I'm finished. She stands behind me as we both gaze into the mirror. She gently strokes my bare arms and rests her chin on my shoulder. I know she's a little tipsy because she keeps telling me how beautiful I am. I swear, if I wasn't about to steal her man, I'd throw her onto the floor and direct some of this sexual energy straight to her vulva.

"Thank you for everything," I say, taking her hand. And I'm sorry. I am so sorry for what I am about to do to you.

"Love you."

"Love you back."

The noise of twenty people gathering in the church breaks through the silence.

"Will you get Austin for me?"

"Austin?"

I nod. "I just need to tell him something. You know how things have been... and I--"

She holds up a hand. "Say no more. I can't tell you how wonderful it was seeing you two dance last night."

"Hm."

"Imma go. Get Austin. BRB as they say. Is that what they say?"

Oh. She's not tipsy. She's drunk.

Probably for the best.

I wink.

Goodbye Ally.

A minute later, there's a knock at the door.

"Come in, Austin."

He creeps the door open. "Are you decent?"

"Not even slightly."

Pause.

"Kidding. Come in, baby. Shut the door behind you."

He does. And only when the door is closed does he see me.

There it is.

That look of sinful wonder.

"You look..."

I pose, hand on hip, exposed leg forward, lip bitten, and let him sweat.

"Um..."

I raise an eyebrow.

"... Beautiful, Mom."

"You like me in this dress."

He nods.

"I like you in that tux."

He nods. Then blushes.

"I can't wait to see you out of it."

Trembles ripple through him.

"Mom."

He rushes toward me and takes my hands. "I'm so sorry."

"I know, baby."

"No. I treated you so terribly."

Tears stream down his beautiful face.

I step into his space and slide my hands up to caress him.

"You're fine, baby. All good. I promise."

He nuzzles into my hands as my thumbs wipe away the tears.

"I was the worst."

"You're the best."

I guide his face down to me, ever so slowly.

"You're the love of my life."

I kiss away the remaining tears under his right eye.

"You're my whole world."

Now the left.

"I love you with all my heart."

I glide my lips lightly over his, and his mouth opens in wonder and awe.

"I love you," he says.

I do my best Han Solo and say, "I know."

He laughs.

"I want you, Mom."

"I know, baby."

"I crave you so hard."

"I know.

"I was too scared and confused to admit it."

I nod.

"So what do we do now?"

I bite my lip and smile. "Plan C."

"Plan C?"

I pull him down and kiss him for all my worth. Our lips rise and fall, join and part; our tongues press and lick, excite and love; and our bodies... he pulls me into him, and I buck my hips as he bends me back, back, back...

The minister knocks on the door. "Ready?"

"Be right there," I say as Austin kisses my neck and bare shoulders. He's about to drive down to my breasts, but I lift his chin.

"Baby. Get the car."

"What?"

I reach behind me and grab my car keys. I press them into his hand. I hold his face and stare into his eyes so he doesn't miss a single command.

"Go get the car. Keep the engine running. I'll be right there."

"What?"

"Go."

"This is crazy."

"Yes."

"Insane."

"Yes."

"We're destroying our lives."

"So we can build something new."

He's about to object, but I press a finger to his lips.

"Go."

He stumbles backward.

I nod. "It'll be okay, baby. Go."

He looks like he wants to say something. Then thinks better of it.

He bursts out the door. I see him haul ass down the hall and out into the sunshine.

Ally pops her head in.

"Everything all right?"

"Will you get Travis, baby?"

"Travis?"

A minute later, Travis enters the room, covering his eyes.

I can hear people murmuring in the church.

"Open your eyes, Trav."

"But honey--"

I pull his hands away. He sputters for a second before taking me in. His face lights up.

"Oh my god, you look--"

I place a gentle hand over his lips.

"I can't do this, Travis."

He nods. Then blinks.

"What?"

"I'm sorry. You deserve better. Much better."

I turn and grab my handbag.

"I don't understand..."

"I love you. But I'm not in love with you. And I'm sorry it took me so long to realize that. Truly."

"But...! But, Jen!"

"I'm sorry," I say.

And I sprint past him.

"Jennnn!"

My full skirt soars behind me. I toss the bouquet over my shoulder and bound down the stairs, not caring for a second how dangerous this is in these shoes.

I love feeling dangerous.

Austin pushes the door open from the driver's seat.

I dive in.

"Jennnn!"

"Drive!"

The force of the car lurching forward closes the door.

The seatbelt alarm dings and dings and dings.

"Where to?"

"Make a right."

He turns, wheels squeal. I giggle with delight.

"Slow down, baby, we're good."

"Right. We didn't rob a bank."

"No. Just broke a few hearts."

He eases off the accelerator.

A phone buzzes. Now both of them.

"Gimme your phone." He reaches into his tux jacket and hands me his buzzing phone. It's Ally. I turn it off and toss it in the back seat. I do the same for mine.

"We going to your house?"

"Huh? No, baby. We're going on our honeymoon."

He snorts. "Our honeymoon?"

I nod.

"I don't have anything."

"Yes, you do. I packed it for you last night."

"Last night?"

"Mmmm... I thought of everything." I lean in close and whisper, "Everything."

I guide his hand to my naked thigh.

He gasps.

"Eyes on the road, baby. Eyes on the road."

**

A few hours later, we see signs for Marfa, Texas.

"Hey, I was going to take you there for your birthday last year," Austin says.

"I know."

My son knows I love the movie Giant, which was filmed in Marfa. I've been wanting to come here for years. Austin, the sweet boy that he is, planned a five-day trip for us. Just the two of us. I was sooo looking forward to it.

And then he got COVID.

Which sucked, of course.

I had been kind of hoping that trip would be my chance to finally admit my feelings for him. I fantasized so many times about taking him here and trying to slowly seduce him. Maybe ease him into a blowjob. I just wanted to make him feel soooo good.

Frankly, that's all I want in this world.

I unbuckle my seatbelt.

"What are you doing?" he says with a laugh.

Ding, ding, ding, goes the seatbelt alarm.

I climb onto my knees and lean over the center console.

"I want to give you something I was hoping to give you last year."

I reach down and unzip his pants.

"Oh. Wow. Okay."

I pull out his cock.

I slide under his arm.

And kiss it.

I moan just at the forbidden, dangerous nature of sucking on my son's cock while he's driving.

I can tell he likes it because he hardens almost instantly.

I take in his entire length. I don't bob. I just soak in the feeling of his cock, rock-hard and ready to burst, filling my mouth. I suck and twist my head this way and that. We've got plenty of time. Probably an hour before we pull into our destination.

I plan on using every second of that time to pleasure my boy.

At some point in my reverie, I reach up and grab his hand. I plant it on the back of my head and press.

He gets the message.

He grips my hair and slowly pulls me up. I suck the life out of him as his cock millimeters out of my mouth...

Then he forces my head down.

Oh my god yes. Fucking yes. Fucking use me, baby. Use me. Use me. Use me.

I start bucking my hips as he raises and lowers my head. Now he's even thrusting into me, pressing his cock to the back of my throat.

God he's so strong. So powerful. So commanding when he wants to be.

And I want him to be.

There's nothing I can do. I'm trapped. My only escape is to pleasure my son until he fills my mouth with his delicious, white-hot semen.

My orgasm starts to build just at that thought.

I'm lucky. I can cum even without direct stimulation. I just need to be in the right headspace.

And right now, my head is definitely in the right space.

He starts thrusting with more power.

He knows.

He knows.

He knows I fucking love this.

He grunts and slams my face into him. Again and again and again.

I scream a muffled scream as my orgasm rips through me.

He curses and slams me down one last time, forcing his cock down into my throat--making me gag, yes, but also making me cum harder.

And then he powers his load straight down my esophagus.

His cock throbs with power. Pulsing. Delivering.

Claiming.

He holds me in place, forcing me to swallow. And fucking hell do I swallow. I gulp that shit down like it's my last meal.

Finally, he releases me.

But although I'm free to move, I'm in no rush. I bob my head slowly, reluctant to part from my son's beautiful penis.

"You okay, Mom? Sorry if I got a little rough. You just turned me on so much."

Oh. Could he have said anything hotter?

I pull myself up. Then I wrap my arms around him and kiss his cheek as he drives. I whisper in his ear, "That made me so hot, baby."

"Yeah?"

"Mmm... The hotter you get, the hotter I get."

I look where we're going. "Oh. Turn at the next exit."

**

We pull into the parking lot of a beautiful ranch resort, thirty minutes outside of Marfa. Austin grabs our bags, and we head to the counter.

The clerk seems pleasantly surprised to see a bride still in her wedding dress.

"I guess congratulations are in order!"

I hug my son tightly. "We are super early for our reservation."

"Not a problem. What name is it under?"

Good thing I hadn't planned on changing my last name.

I play with my son's hair. "Mr. and Mrs. Richards," I say dreamily.

My pussy gets so wet at that.

Oh, how many times have I fantasized about marrying my son?

But to be standing here, in full regalia? Me in the sexy wedding dress. Him in his sexy tux? Casually acting like Man and Wife... IN PUBLIC?

FUCK

ME

"You're in luck. Your suite is ready for you."

I'm only barely listening. I'm too busy kissing my son...

"I can have Carlos help you with your bags..."

"I think we're good," Austin says with a wink.

"Understood."

"Mrs. Richards," he says, offering me an arm.

I whimper slightly.

"Mr. Richards."

We gaze into each other's eyes all the way to the room.

He drops our bags.

And pulls me in for a deep, deep kiss.

People pass us in the hallway, but we shut them out. I only notice they're there because it fuels my desire to be romantic with my son in public.

But now I'm ready for the main event.

"Take me inside, baby. Take me."

He scoops me into his arms.

Oh my god. It's actually happening.

My son is carrying me, his bride, into our bridal suite for our honeymoon.

I gasp. Then I laugh.

Although he managed to unlock the door and even open it--not easy to do with his hands full--the doors in these modern hotels are so heavy you really have to push hard to get inside. Again, not easy to do when you've got a fistful of bride.

He laughs.

"One second."

He places me down. He opens the door and props it open with a suitcase.

"Ahem. Where was I?"

"About to ravish your new bride."

He sweeps me off my feet. And this time he carries me over the threshold into our new life together.

**

"So, this bag is your stuff? And this bag is my stuff? What stuff?"

"Just some of your old clothes. Plus some of your father's. I can't guarantee you'll be the most fashionable guy here, but you won't be naked. Unfortunately."

He's naked now, though. We both are. We've been fucking like rabbits for hours.

We lie here, in this king-sized bed, him tracing patterns on my stomach, sending tingles all over my body.

"So... what's in this bag?"

I smile.

"Let's go over some ground rules first."

"Ground rules?" He laughs.

"Just three. But they're important."

"I'm all ears."

"That would be unfortunate. Okay. Rule number one: You are no longer my son. You are my husband. As such, you are to call me Baby or Honey or Mrs. Richards... but never Mom. --Except in the bedroom. And I promise not to call you son. Except when you're fucking me because that gets me so fucking hot."

I whimper and slide a hand to my sore pussy.

"You're getting hot right now..."

He crawls down to my legs and delivers a long, gentle lick up my whole sex.

Ahhh, the healing powers of my son/husband's tongue.

"I like rule number one. Mom."

"Oh fuck."

Another few licks.

"Rule number two..." I say. I grab his hair and pull him up to me. I gasp as he eases his cock inside me.

"Oh, I'm excited for this one."

"We say our vows."

Oh, he likes that. He gives me a nice, gentle-but-filling thrust. I moan, but continue.

"Do you, Austin Taylor Richards, take me as your loving wife--"

He thrusts into me...

"Oh fuck, to love and to--ahhhh--to hold and to fuck me senseless until death do us--oh fuck, do me--I mean do us--do us part?"

"Not sure I entirely followed that, but I do."

"Okay now do me."

"I'm doing you right now."

"Make sure to add obey. In the bedroom."

He smiles.

Thrust.

"Do you, Mrs. Mom Richards..."

Thrust.

"Oh fuck."

"--promise to love, honor, and obey me in the bedroom--"

Thrust.

"Fuck!"

"Until death do us part?"

Thrust.

"Oh fuck yeah. Fuck yeah."

"Uh... that's not the line."

"I do. I do I do I do."

"Rule number three?"

I giggle.

"Oh. This one's my favorite."

"I love it already."

Thrust.

"Ahhh. Baby. I love you so much. So much. And I know you love me. Tenderly. Deeply. But in the bedroom? I want to please you. I want you to feel free and safe to explore your deepest desires. The hotter, the darker, the more depraved they are, the more I want to do them. Do you understand?"

Thrust.

Thrust.

Thrust.

"Yeah."

"Remember. I'm not your mother. I'm your wife. Your wife who promises to obey you in the bedroom. If you want to tie me up or whip me or fuck my ass or whatever you want to do. You need only tell me, and I will do it gladly. Thrust if you understand and agree."

He gets it all right. He's so turned on by this, he gives five or six powerful thrusts that make my head spin.

"Open the suitcase."

"Please," he says with a smile.

I gasp. "Oh my god that's so hot."

He starts thrusting into me.

"Say please."

"Yeah"

"Say please."

"Yes!"

"Say please..."

He's pounding into me now. I don't say please: I scream it. I cover my mouth, worried that I'm going to alert the cops.

He unloads into me. Then collapses and mutters. "I think I broke my dick."

After we cool down--literally fanning our nethers--he opens the third suitcase.

"Oh. Wow."

He pulls out handcuffs. A dildo. A vibrator. A riding crop. A ball gag. A butt plug. And on. And on. And on. I don't even know what half of those things do. I just went hog wild in the store after I bought that red dress.

I wonder briefly if Ally is burning that dress right now...

My son nods appreciatively at all the toys.

"Ally would have never gone near any of this."

"I figured."

He looks around to make sure no one is listening. "But my mom? She loves this shit."

I pull him in for a tender kiss.

"I love you, Mr. Richards."

"I love you, Mrs. Mom Richards."

We kiss and kiss. Minutes turn into hours. Each kiss only reinforces our commitment to each other. His fingers tickle my body. His lips ensnare my soul.

And I float

And drift

Higher

Deeper

Farther

Into my son's big, beautiful blue eyes...

He pulls back and caresses my face.

"Now about that butt plug..."

**

EPILOGUE

I answer the door. There she is. Miss Dillard herself.

I rush out to hug her.

"Ohhh, I am so excited you're here!"

"You're glowing!" she says.

Things were rough after we got back from our honeymoon, of course. Austin had to end things with Ally. I had to wrap things up with Travis. My family and friends were furious with me. No one could understand why I fled or where I went. They especially didn't understand why Austin came with--and I certainly wasn't about to enlighten them.

But weeks passed. Things settled down. My friends and family started talking to me again.

I kept Secret in the loop. She even spoke to Austin, who wanted to thank her for helping us out.

In our home, though, things were better than ever before.

We quickly settled into married life. It was a surprisingly easy transition. I was worried I'd have to mom him a few times--and yeah, I guess I have, but no more than I ever did with my first husband or Travis. But mostly... things were perfect.

Then his birthday rolled around. And I thought of the perfect present.

"Austin, this is Sasha. Sasha: my son-slash-husband, Austin."

"Oh my god, that is so fucking hot. Nice to meet you. And happy birthday."

I slide behind Sasha and wrap her up in a warm hug.

"Sasha. I think I gave you a little glimpse into my marriage, but let me give you a refresher."

I tilt her head and kiss the exposed side of her neck.

"Outside the bedroom, Austin and I have a very modern marriage where we are equal partners."

I tilt her head the other way.

"Inside the bedroom..."

I kiss her neck and give her a little lick. She shudders.

"Inside the bedroom, I do whatever he says."

She gasps slightly.

I turn her so she is facing Austin straight on.

Even though I know what she's going to say, I put it to her.

"Which would you prefer for this evening?"

She doesn't hesitate. She whispers the word "Inside" and even starts writhing slightly.

Perfect.

I grab her hand and lead her to the bedroom.

Austin closes the door.

We stand before him.

My pussy floods with juice as it does whenever Austin is about to take control.

"Mom," he whispers. I hear Sasha gasp quietly at the taboo word, "take off her clothes."

"Gladly."

He steps toward my friend and takes her face in his hands. He doesn't hesitate. He plunges his tongue into her mouth. She whimpers as I unbutton her shirt and slip it off her shoulders.

I kneel behind her and unzip her skirt.

She's moaning and whimpering under my son's intense kisses.

I slide her skirt and panties over her beautiful round ass. It's so stunning, I can't help but kiss it. Then her legs as I ease them free from her clothes.

I slide around to the side and gaze in erotic wonder at the sight of my son arousing this beautiful woman, cucking her husband.

She raises her hands to his face, but he gently pulls them away and holds them by her side. Oh, and she loves that.

They break off their kiss.

"Mom. On the bed."

I eagerly comply.

"Sasha. Take off my mom's clothes."

She turns and looks at me, biting her lip.

My son slides in behind her and drags his hands up her sides.

She gasps and tilts her head back.

"On second thought," he says. "Mom. Lick her pussy."

"Oh, yes, please," I say.

I've been wanting to do this since day one.

I kneel in front of her as my son slides his hands up to her tits. God, she has such beautiful, full tits.

"Can I kiss them?" I ask.

He smiles. He's in control, but he's not a dick about it. He's a sweet, beautiful soul. I do whatever he wants, but he always lets me do whatever I want, too. He just knows I like it when he bosses me around.

We recently got into using the handcuffs.

And the riding crop.

Of fuck, even thinking about his gently smacking my ass makes me moan.

"Say please," he says.

"Please."

Sasha moans again, loving this gentle sub-dom thing we have going on.

She grinds her ass into my son's groin.

I rise and kiss her. Then I focus on her tits.

I've never touched another woman's breasts before.

I like them.

Very.

Very.

Much.

My son pulls down his pants. His erect cock points at its intended target.

"You understand what you signed up for?" he asks her.

"Yes, sir."

Oh, my son loves that.

He grabs her ass. And gives it a little smack.

She loves it as much as I do.

She bites her lip and hisses with pleasure.

Austin slides his hand up her back while simultaneously grabbing her hip.

He eases her forward to a half-bent position.

"Your son's gonna fuck me," she whispers.

I smile and giggle slightly.

"You're in for a treat."

Her mouth when he enters her tells me everything I need to know.

I bend down to kiss and suck on her tits the way she did to me.

Her moans, my son's grunts, and the feel of her big, beautiful tits in my mouth give me a beautiful, warm, flowing orgasm.

I'm lucky.

I don't need direct stimulation to have one of those.

But I get plenty of that later that evening.

**

POSTSCRIPT

Actual review from Jennifer:

Omg! I adored the story so much. It definitely aroused me in a big way. It's already given me a few orgasms. Leave it just as it is please! The incident in the Dillard's dressing room was probably a little bold for me but I loved it. It's definitely the sort of thing I'd love to be able to do. Even though I consider myself basically hetero, I have encountered some young female sales ladies in Dillard's that gave me pause. I loved the entire thing. Tbe 69 episode gave me a very intense orgasm. There's a big part of me that considers that to be the ultimate mother son incestuous act. The idea of a mother and son orgasming into each other's mouth is so fundamentally mind-blowing. Of course, the ending was beyond wonderful. To me there's nothing more forbiddenly exquisite than the idea of a mother and son becoming man and wife. It's particularly hot. Omg! The very notion of a mother and son going on a honeymoon together is breathtakingly thrilling. I think that a mother and son falling in love is the most intensely erotic happening in the universe.

I'm still in shock that anyone would be sweet enough to do this for me. It's touching beyond words. The most amazing thing about all of this is how astutely you've divined my true nature and the nature of my forbidden cravings. The world of forbidden cravings is a lonely world. The loneliest. You've inspired me to try and make my secret cravings a reality.

--Jennifer