As far as sex was concerned, Julia was no prude and there was little she hadn’t tried in her time. The recollection of her erotic adventures unavoidably brought to mind her older sister, Jennifer. Julia briefly considered giving her big sis a call to talk about her doubts and fantasies, but she quickly reconsidered. If Julia was liberated when it came to sex, Jenny was an absolute demoness. Julia rolled her eyes as she played out in her mind their hypothetical conversation about Mike, knowing very well that her foxy older sister would tell her to just go for it, son or no son.
It was Jennifer who had introduced Julia to Ron, the man she then married, after Jennifer had started dating Ron’s twin brother, Randal, who became Jenny’s own husband. As she went about her daily chores, Julia felt flushed as she recalled the many times during her marriage when she and Ron had got together with Jenny and Randal to have group sex and exchange partners. It had been Jenny’s idea to begin with, of course, and it was Jenny who managed to make it happen during a memorable weekend at their husbands’ family cabin, initiating a long-lasting tradition of foursomes.
Their orgiastic nights were somehow limited by the birth of Jenny’s twins, Abby and Adam, followed soon after by Julia’s twin girls, Lyla and Lori, and then by Mike, but they never stopped. Until they had to. When Ron and Randall died in a car accident, Julia and Jenny were devastated. They found some solace in their children and in each other, but the loss of their husbands was a great blow to both. Luckily for them, the company that Ron and Randall owned was in excellent shape at the time of their untimely death. That, along with their insurance policies and the trust funds they had set for the kids, guaranteed the financial welfare of their families.
As far as their love life was concerned though, the two mothers had reacted very differently to the loss of their husbands. Julia had dated three guys in the seven years since Ron’s death, without even having sex with them. She had eventually come to rely only on her fingers, her toys and some internet porn for her satisfaction. Jenny, on the other hand, had gone through a legion of strapping young studs over the years, trying to fill the emotional void with sex, succeeding just in part. Only recently had Jenny finally started to get tired of living the life of the insatiable cougar.
No, Julia thought with a smile, asking Jenny for advice about Mike would be pointless. Her answer was way too predictable.
Determined to somehow sort out her intense and increasingly overpowering emotions, Julia turned to the internet. At first she browsed through the historical relevance of incest and its ancestral taboo nature, reading about its social and psychological significance. She found little that she didn’t know already, at least vaguely, and nothing that really interested her. After a while though, her attention was caught by other points of view on the topic.
By the time Mike got home from school that day, Julia had cum so many times reading erotic stories about mothers having sex with their sons that she was weak in the knees, physically drained and emotionally overcharged. Luckily her daughters were at college and Mike himself was too out of sorts to pay attention to anything but his battered inner self, because that evening at dinner Julia was sure her naughty thoughts could be easily seen as they darted around in her spinning head.
In the following days, Julia struggled to focus on her son’s emotional problems while she dealt with her own inner turmoil. When Mike was home, she tried to spend as much time as possible with him. She watched movies with him and asked for his help fixing stuff around the house in an attempt to somehow drag him out of his room. She cooked his favorite dishes, wishing he’d regain some appetite.
There were some minor improvements, but nothing really significant. Every night he lay awake for hours, jacking off mechanically as he murmured his lost love’s name, trying and failing to relive the bliss of their time together. Meanwhile, Julia couldn’t bring herself to stop sneaking peeks at her son.
Every night, standing outside his bedroom in her pajama top and panties, Julia watched Mike stroke his hard fat cock. Her pussy got soaking wet and her whole body was flushed as wave after wave of sensual heat washed over her at the sight of her son masturbating relentlessly. After just a few minutes of this secret show, Julia would be forced to retire to her bedroom to tend to her needy pussy, starting her own masturbatory marathon. During those sessions, the horny mother brought herself to climax after climax, her fingers a blur on her clit and her holes stuffed with her toys as she sunk her face in the pillow not to scream out her boy’s name as she came.
In the mornings, while Mike was at school, Julia would consider her options more lucidly. Mike’s problem was obvious to her now. He didn’t simply miss his girlfriend, he missed having sex with her most of all. His raging hormones, coupled with the novelty of sex, had triggered a powerful reaction in him, multiplying his lust exponentially. It would have been healthy enough if he only had a partner to express his sexuality with, but that was not the case. Mike had somehow been traumatized by the abrupt loss of his very first sexual partner and, on top of that, he had always been shy with girls to begin with. He wasn’t going to get another girlfriend any time soon, Julia knew, and his youthful state of arousal would not simply go away on its own.
The solution to Mike’s problem seemed clear to Julia: her son needed to have sex. Not melancholy auto-erotic sex with his own hand and the ghost of his ex. No. He needed to be loved by a woman in the flesh, he needed to be touched and kissed and pleased, so that he could realize that Shelly wasn’t the only person capable of making him feel good. Once he accepted that simple truth, Mike would be on his way to recovery. Or at least Julia hoped so.
In her most courageous moments, Julia imaged that she herself could be that woman for her son. She could help him. She could touch him. She could make him feel loved like only a mother could. She wanted to do all that, there was no denying it.
But then, at other times, she doubted the wisdom of this theoretical course of action. Was she really considering incest? Apparently, yes. She didn’t feel disgusted nor guilty at the idea of having sex with her son. After all, they were both adults and capable of making their own choices. She did fear the consequences of crossing that line, though. Would her relationship with Mike be ruined if the two of them were to break the ultimate taboo? Julia loved her boy, and she knew that he loved her too, even if now his emotions were pretty skewed. But could their mother/son bond be pushed as far as mother/son sex without disastrous emotional consequences? Was it possible that her solution might create an even bigger problem than the one it was supposed to solve?
At times, a subtler and more insidious question nagged at Julia. Would her son even accept her if she were to offer herself to him? That was Julia’s deepest, most secret fear about it all. What if Mike rejected her? He probably would not, Julia eventually concluded every time she looked herself in the mirror after she showered, observing her curvy body critically and finding that yes, despite her forty-two years of age, she was still gorgeous.