The night was chilly. At midnight Lee met his mother in the conservatory, the first time both had been there the same time since their shattering revelation. That seemed a world away now, and as Lee lit a joint and passed it her way — and she decided it was the right time to enjoy a little once again — the hard feelings of that horrible time would slip further away.
Five minutes after her first few pulls in years, Stevie remarked wistfully how suddenly the delicious haze had come on. Her eyelids heavy, her eyes began to redden, and she got a raging thirst for some chilled orange juice.
Lee hid well the fact that he had masturbated in the shower to the compromising situation his mother had tricked him into, or so he thought. She knew, because that was all boys, and sometimes of all ages.
For a while she herself had laid there wondering if she’d gone too far, but found to her surprise that she herself had found some release in the encounter. And while Lee took his time in the bathroom, she flipped his damp mattress and changed his bed covers.
Now the both of them were too mellow to care, and after being done with the faithful magic herb, they went to their own separate beds to sleep. Or so they both thought…
Stevie dreamed, in between the jumble of memories and suggestive images, of a time back in the ’90s. She and Gary had been experimenting a while. Sweet Jesus he licked her pussy so good she would come endlessly.
She wanted — no she needed with all her soul — not to return the favour, but to do something that would blow his mind right out of the water. They were in competition in the sack, always looking to outdo each other.
He held her in his arms and she held him between his thighs, their bodies seemingly melting together at the sexes. And the perspiration at his shoulders was so sweet, she couldn’t help herself but bite him a little — not enough to bleed, but to mark him as hers.
Sharing sweat and saliva and breath and body heat, they rocked together excitedly and she asked him ‘what would really turn you on?’ She dared to know. She dared him to bare a darker depth of his being. As if tempting the making of a new life was not risk enough, she wanted to break a wall beyond flesh.
‘Imagine if you were my mother,’ he eventually dared to wonder.
Stevie laughed loud and hearty. ‘As if. I’m a bit young, aren’t I?’
‘It’s the thought that counts,’ he said with a wicked smirk, driving smoothly up into her.
‘You want to shag your mother, eh?’ Stevie gasped and drew him in deeper. ‘And why doesn’t that surprise me, young man?’
He laughed and, instead of answering, diverted his mouth to her nipple, leaving her groaning her appreciation as lightning bolts of pleasure ran all the way up her body from between her thighs.
‘If I was your mother right now, what would you want to do with me that you aren’t already doing?’ Stevie asked out of sheer fascination.
‘I’d love to come deep inside you, mum,’ he groaned, nearing his end. ‘Just think of that, your son’s cock fit bareback and snug inside you, free to seed the womb in which he was conceived,’ he groaned.
‘Mmmm,’ she approved, which turned into a growl. If only. ‘What are you — the Shakespeare of fucking filth?’
Elsewhere the layer of protective latex squished and scrunched at the end of his cock. Neither of them liked having to use them, as much as they just loved to fuck. So often they ruined the moment. This fantasy of his — Gary’s, or was this someone who resembled him? — would be so much worth the risk right now.
‘So take the condom off,’ she suggested with sudden intensity.
Their eyes locked uncertainly, in fact more like deer in the headlights of oncoming danger. No words were shared for a moment. The bed creaked beneath them as they rode together, searching each other’s eyes.
‘Take the condom off, son. Let me feel you inside me, naked as the day you were bor-
Stevie awoke with a violent start…
In the dark, she breathed heavily, her body a sore dense weight in the middle of her lonely bed. ‘Jesus,’ she whispered to herself, reaching down beneath the duvet. Her panty clad pussy was nothing short of feverish.
She slipped her fingers inside and ran two fingertips down over her shaven mound, then across her hooded clitoris, and between the cleft of her labia, where she found herself to be oh so sensitive and slippery wet.