My Son My Conqueror Pt. 01
A woman struggles with feelings for her son.  
Incest stories. Either you hate them or love them. I'm on the fence despite having written a few and now here I am, providing yet another. There is something so naughty about writing them. It scratches an itch. Now, while I am not proud of writing incest stories, I am aware of the draw for some people.

Does this make me a bad person? Probably. But I've never pretended to be a nice person.

I love stories with proper endings--not some long protracted series of events that go on and on with more and more implausible things happening. I know readers demand more and more in the stories I create, but you need to understand most times I like the ending and that's it for me. I won't go farther down the rabbit hole, usually content in what I've created.

This story will have a few parts, but not many.

Please enjoy,

Love,

Lana Ocean

Canada

Prologue

"A man who has been the indisputable favorite of his mother keeps for life the feeling of a conqueror." Sigmund Freud.

My psychologist instructed me to write down the events that led to me taking my son into my bedroom, my life, and ultimately, my heart. Not the heart of a mother, but the heart of a lover. The quote above from Sigmund Freud is so appropriate to me and my son. My psychologist had quoted it to me during a session after I had admitted to her I had slept with my son. I had gone to her to help me with my emotions. Not to stop me, but to help me make it work.

She also gave me this quote:

"It sounds not only disagreeable but also paradoxical, yet it must nevertheless be said that anyone who is to be really free and happy in love must have surmounted his respect for women and have come to terms with the idea of incest with his mother and sister." Sigmund Freud.

So much of Freud is exclusively focused on the man and so little on the woman. Or rather, on the son, and not the mother. When incest is discovered and exposed, it is the woman who suffers the hardest. She will be the more criticized. The more shunned. I feel all those feelings toward myself, all on my own. Thankfully, my son and I have found a way to co-exist. To live in our sin. To find solace in our combined peace and happiness. And no one will ever know.

Still, I can't escape the guilt and shame. They are now my constant companions, but I have come to terms with them. Just seeing the look my son gives me erases all those doubts. It's not right. It's illegal. It's horrible.

And I've never been happier or more in love. I actually have three loves, but that part of the story will come later. Just know that I am so very happy.

It started innocently enough; I suppose. First, a forced encounter. Then another. Then I rose to the challenge. I'm not proud of what I did. But I'm proud of the results. A little hypocritical, but I don't care anymore. My son has accepted all my ministrations and manipulations. It's strange. I've been in love many times in my life, and I have always loved my son from the moment I became pregnant to the moment I held him for the first time in my arms and took him to my breast to feed him. Nourish him. Care for him. As only a mother can. Knowing I was providing his much-needed life sustaining nutrients bonded me to my son in a way that only women understand intimately. The line between mother and son blurs at times. That special bond that is created at conception and continues until your dying day.

And now I love him beyond what my heart and soul can handle. It's so raw and real and floods my mind with desires that my body can barely contain. It can be overwhelming. Its psychological and physical.

My son feels the same way. When you cross that line--the incest line--you open something almost surreal. You wonder: It can't be this real, can it? All I can say to explain it is, my love for him knows no bounds. There is nothing I will not do for him. Nothing. It's as simple as that. All my prior loves pale in comparison. I live in a constant state of arousal as a forty-year-old woman. Constant. And I love it. It has transformed me and brought meaning to my life.

Enough. I was told to write this down chronologically. To explain my feelings along the way. My psychologist is very keen on this story, and I've spent hours with her already. She sits perched on the edge of her seat, her eyes locked on me, writing furiously, grinning at times.

I can tell this story excites her terribly. I can smell her in the room. And she can smell me. It's carnal and I enjoy watching her expressions shift and change. She's addicted to my story. And I can't blame her. I'm addicted.

Okay. Deep breath. Here we go...

Chapter One--Jessica and Desmond Smith, Mother and Son

My name is Jessica Smith. That's obviously not my real name, but let's stick with that. I live in Smalltown, USA, somewhere in the Midwest. The main industry is agriculture and livestock, and the people are not very complex. It's a simple life. The summers are hot, muggy, and wet. The winters are very cold, snowy, and windy.

I work at one of the two banks in town as the Mortgage Loan Officer. My son, Desmond Smith, works part-time as a teller. I've worked at the bank for twenty years. My son started two years ago when he turned eighteen; working mostly weekends during the school year until he finishes his degree in business.

My husband left us two weeks before our son's first birthday. He moved to California, and I haven't heard from him since. I divorced him through correspondence and his pay was docked a small amount for childcare until Desmond turned eighteen. He's not a deadbeat. He simply felt trapped in a life he didn't want. He wanted to escape Smalltown and eventually he just left. I used to hate him for abandoning us. Now, I feel nothing toward him. His parents still live here, and they used to come around to see their grandson, but now I rarely see them.

Their loss. Truth be told, they're not very nice people. Sadly, they lost interest in him when he stopped being the young grandchild they could spoil. All that matters is Desmond grew into a wonderful man.

After my husband left, I struggled to come to terms with it. I blamed him. Then I blamed myself. Then I blamed my son. My in-laws. The town. The bank. Then I realised it was no one's fault other than my insecure, lost in life, former husband.

The last man to have sex with me was my husband. He fucked me the night before he left me. One last hurrah, I suppose. He left for work in the morning, kissing my cheek, and I've never seen him again. Since then, I've never been interested in sex. If I were to be honest with myself (and my psychologist tells me, I need to be more honest with myself) after Desmond was born, my sex drive disappeared. Sometimes I wonder if that had anything to do with my husband leaving. Probably. Most likely. I never missed it. You can't miss something you aren't interested in. I simply lost interest.

I am hit on all the time in the town. By men I know who are married. Almost all the men in town are married. Single men my age can't exist in Smalltown, USA. They aren't tolerated. They are suspect. Shunned even. A single man past age twenty-five is looked at as a possible deviant. Homosexual. It gets worse as they get older. I suspect a massive amount of cheating is happening in this town. But not with me. I'm just not interested.

The young men and women in town have mastered the art of hiding their relationships in town. I know. I lived it once. I was wild in my younger days. I'm the stereotypical Midwest woman. Straw blonde hair (now dyed to hide the little bit of gray), cornflower blue eyes, nice full lips, and a slim figure I work hard at keeping by running and doing yoga.

Heh. I suddenly remembered the first time my son had called me 'hot'. I had been so surprised to hear it I had snorted and looked at him in shock and admonished him, telling him that sons don't say that to their mothers. He looked so upset after I said that, that I had immediately apologized, thanked him for the beautiful lie, and gave him a chaste kiss on the lips. A motherly kiss. Perfectly normal.

My son would later confess to me that he had left the room, went upstairs and masturbated thinking of me. Not his first time, either. I had no idea my son had been masturbating, thinking of me for a long time. Now I loved to know it. That I did that to him. That I was his most secret desire. Dammit, I adore my son. He's perfect. And I made him. That makes me proud.

As I said, my son had been working in the bank since he turned eighteen. I got him the job, the bank manager doing a favor for me. I'm sure the manager had expected some kind of reward, but not from me. I had thanked him profusely. And his eyes had roamed my body. As always. Something as a woman you either accepted--that men would ogle you if you had the looks--or something that made you angry and upset despite there be nothing you could do about it. So, I accepted it. As soon as I had started to show signs of being a woman, men stared. Women attract men. And so long as they only look, there's no harm. Women who lose their mind over this need help. Such a wasted emotion, in my opinion. Can you imagine telling a moth to ignore the light? No, you can't. It's the same with men.

I just realised I'm actually enjoying writing all this out. It's therapeutic. I'll get Desmond to check it out later as we've discovered a mutual love of erotica. We find wonderful mother and son erotica and act out some of the sex scenes. It's so much fun. So much fun. Not porn though. I've convinced Desmond to stop watching porn and I think he has stopped. I provide all the relief he will ever need. I'm at his beck and call. The number of times he has simply taken me in our home... so many wonderful memories. I love feeling his strong hands grab my waist and pull me back toward him and claiming me. Pushing me down over the counter, or the table, or the bed, or the back of the couch. He loves looking down at my ass as he ploughs me. Fills me. Completes me. And I take it. And welcome it.

My son, my conqueror.

I would do anything for my son. He's my lover and soulmate. And he would do anything for me. I am loved, pleasured, cared for, and protected. Does it get any better than that?

When I was a young teenager, I had a thought once. What if the entire universe is something my mind has created? What if everything is there only for me and because of me? What a lonely existence that would be. That everyone and everything is simply manufactured out of your own mind and imagination. I almost believed that until my son and I merged as one. I have no doubts that my son and I share the same mind. He exists and lives in his head but with me. We become one. I can see it in his eyes when he makes love to me. It's as if there is only him and me in the universe. The rest is just our imagination. But there's two of us, and I'm not alone.

I think I'm delaying telling this story. I'm so sorry. I just lose track these days. My life has become such a pleasure. I wake every day pressed up against my son. Most mornings I take his wonderful cock in my mouth and pleasure him. Then he pleasures me. Then we shower together. Eat breakfast together. Then we go to work together. Eat lunch together. Come home together. Watch movies together. Go to bed together and pleasure each other until sleep takes us. Every day. I'm so fortunate. It's been a year now and we never tire of it. His existence completes mine.

I will say early on that there are two other important people in our lives. And inside my home, we all co-exist, and the rest of the town doesn't even blink. It's perfect.

I'm still delaying. Sorry. Okay. Whew. I'm shaking a little now. This starts so embarrassingly.

* * *

My son surprised me by bringing his long-term girlfriend home for dinner. He had turned twenty the week before and I know he lost his virginity to this same girl from his high school. At prom in a typical fashion. Surprisingly, they stayed together afterward. People told me they were always seen around town, hand-in-hand, and everyone assumed they were destined to marry and raise a family. A Midwest mentality.

Now our town is small, and you know everyone. Mostly, but most of the students from the high school were unknown to me, other than those that used the bank, but even then, I had a back office and didn't meet senior teenagers. They don't take out mortgages. After two years of him refusing to introduce me, I insisted she come over for dinner so I could meet her finally and after a lot of nagging on my part, he grudgingly agreed. That's what surprised me: that he finally agreed to introduce me to her. I was worried she already didn't like me, which would explain Desmond's refusal these past two years to introduce me. Which was unusual, I thought, until I met her for the first time.

She looked like me at her age. Not just a little bit. She looked like me. Same face shape, same hips, same bust, same length of legs, same hair, and eyes. I could show you a picture of me when I was twenty. She was my twin.

I stood in the doorway staring at a mirror image of myself and my very first thought was: He's fucking a girl who looks like me. He chose her, wooed her, and fucked her because she looks just like me.

For the first time since I had birthed my son, I felt a strong surge of sexual hunger. It hit me like a thunderbolt. My legs threatened to fail me. I put a hand against the wall and tried to breathe as my body betrayed me. Desire washed over me, and I went from cold to hot. My clothes were too tight. My bra crushed my chest and felt two sizes too small. My thighs pressed together to try to hold back the warmth and tingling.

I was so ashamed of myself. I knew exactly what was happening. I had had these thoughts before. Random flashes of thoughts thinking of being intimate with my son. They would come and go, and I would dismiss them as just silly thoughts, convinced it was perfectly normal. And my psychologist agreed. It was perfectly normal, she had said. Children imagine being sexual with their parents and parents imagine being sexual with their offspring. But it is never acted on. Never pursued. Just flights of fancy that come and go.

Desmond, of course, rushed to my side, concern all over his face. He grabbed my upper arm to steady me, and his fingers brushed my left breast. He couldn't help it. My breasts spread a little beyond the side of my body. A curse and a blessing. His fingers around my arm pressed into my breast flesh, and it only made matters worse.

"Mom!? Are you okay? You're flushed! Your face is all red! Do I need to call a doctor?"

This was Smalltown, USA. You didn't call 9-1-1. You called the doctor. There were only four doctors in town. No ambulances except for the county service, and that sometimes took hours. No, you called the doctor, and he came to your house.

I knew what was wrong and the last thing I needed was for my doctor to see just how soaked my panties were. I was struggling to compose myself. My sexual identity had just woken up. Hard. And I was so ashamed for the reason why.

I had to give him a reason to relax. I could see his girlfriend looking at me in a strange way and, at the moment, I was certain she understood what was going on with me. My cheeks burned hot. She knows! She knows I'm having sexual desires for my son. I was disgusting. Immoral. Sinful.

Oh my God, I thought, I need to get away for a moment. I need to calm myself.

Desmond was staring intently into my eyes, looking for something. I could see his worry, and I nodded at him and straightened. The whole incident had taken mere seconds. I straightened my skirt and smiled at him.

"Hot flashes, I think," I said, and forced a little laugh, although I was nowhere near menopause. "It will pass. Desmond, please introduce me."

Desmond looked at me for a longer moment, and then his eyes went to his hand around my arm. He could feel his fingers pressing into my breast, and he let go like he had been branded. He wiped his hand on his jeans and turned to his girlfriend. That little action made me sad, for some reason.

"Mom, this is Leanne. Leanne, meet my mom."

Leanne smiled, and her face lit up with it. She was beautiful, and I was immediately struck by how proud I was for my son landing a girl like her. Oh, right, she looks like me and I'm suddenly a narcissistic bitch. "Hi, Mrs. Smith, nice to meet you?"

She spoke strangely. "It's Miss Smith, Leanne. Desmond and I took my maiden name after the divorce. But please, call me Jessica. And come in! Get out of the doorway. Come inside. I have a small starter for us to enjoy while we acquaint ourselves. Leave your shoes on. It's fine. I just need a moment. I'm so sorry. Desmond, why don't you take Leanne into the kitchen? The starter is in the fridge. I'll be right there, okay?"

Desmond nodded and led Leanne deeper into our small home. She made comments about how nice the house was.

I ran up the small set of stairs leading up to the bedrooms and went into our only bathroom. I was desperate. I went over to the toilet, turned my ass to it, pulled my panties down, noting just how damp they were, sat and did something I hadn't done in over a decade. I pleasured myself.

I pushed through my thick unruly bush and found my labia slick and thick and plunged two fingers into my vagina to wet them, and then found my clitoris, hard and exposed, and rubbed it furiously. I came in seconds. It had been so long since I had last orgasmed. The feeling washed over me in waves that built and built. I had forgotten the feeling. The euphoria. The bliss. I came hard, grunting, keeping my voice from screaming. My pussy vibrated, and I felt the orgasm reach a peak. It was too much. Too much pleasure. I imagined my son standing before me, me on my knees, his cock thrusting obscenely at me. Rigid, hard, pulsing with his heartbeat, the head engorged, swollen, veins thick and protruding. My son and his cock. Wanting me. Needing me. Then I imagined Leanne, my doppelgänger, licking me. Eating me, my son behind her, fucking her so hard her ass would ripple and undulate.

I exploded and my pussy clamped hard, almost painfully. I heard water hitting the water in the toilet and looked down as the orgasm clenched me hard again. A small amount of liquid gushed from my vagina, and I moaned. I had never done that before. Never. I kept rubbing my clitoris as the orgasm went on and on. This was a first for me. I had orgasmed before with my husband, but never like this. It was too powerful. Too strong. I rode it feeling like I was riding a wave. The thoughts of a woman pleasuring me had been my surprising undoing. I had never had those thoughts before, and those images coupled with my son... Behind me towered a massive wave and it frightened and excited me. I rubbed harder and then the wave crashed down on me. I was lost, tumbling in the surf, I was biting down on my left hand, holding back the primal scream.

I don't know how long the orgasm lasted. It was a series of them. One after the other. Slowly, it faded, and I released my fingers from my clit. My left hand hurt, and I pulled it from my mouth and teeth. Deep grooves from my teeth marked my hand. I had almost broken the skin. I panted and then shook as another minor orgasm wafted through me. I heard dripping and looked down between my legs. My pussy was dripping. Actually dripping.

Oh my God, I thought. That was too much. Too much.

I caught a drip in my hand and raised it to my mouth and licked it away. I had done it so quickly that I froze. What have I just done?

I smacked my lips and savored the taste. It was a unique taste. Wonderful. Intoxicating. I swiped my hand through my pussy and then lifted my hand to my face and smelt it. My mouth watered, and I licked my fingers. The slick liquid was stronger tasting now. Jesus, I thought, I taste wonderful. How would another woman taste? The same?

Then reality struck home. What the fuck am I doing? Masturbating and then tasting myself? What was with imagining Leanne licking me? I have never had lesbian thoughts. I was sick. Depraved.

I stood up in a hurry and then grabbed a hand towel from the rack beside me and dried myself. I flushed the toilet and washed my hands and then looked in the mirror at myself. My eyes were dilated. I could see a deep red flush across my face that spread down to my upper chest. My breathing was deep and quick. I couldn't go out like this and face my son. He would know. One look at me and...

A sharp knock came from the bathroom door, and I stifled a shriek.

"Mom? Are you okay? You've been in there a long time. I'm worried. We heard noises? Are you okay?"

"Y-yes. Yes! I'm fine, hon. Just give me a moment to freshen up, okay? I'll be there in a moment."

Desmond didn't answer me, but I could sense him hovering outside the door.

"I'm fine, Desmond. Go back to your girlfriend. Just give me a moment."

"Okay, mom."

I heard him walk away on the hardwood floor and sighed in relief.

I looked at myself again. "What is wrong with you, woman?" I stared back and refused to answer.

Ten minutes later, face washed, and makeup reapplied, I hurried downstairs to the kitchen. Desmond and his girlfriend were seated at the glass table that sat in the sunroom my son had built off the small kitchen. It filled with sunshine most of the day and it was my favorite room in the house. Floor to ceiling glass windows surrounded the room and broad soft couches, almost like daybeds, surrounded the outer walls. Desmond had made it for me. He was so handy around the house, from plumbing to electrical. He could do it all.

When he was six, he came up to me one day, looking very serious. I could see his expression and looked at him intently. He spoke very elegantly for a six-year-old. He explained to me how he was the man in the house and would always take care of me. I held him and cried for a long time, assuring him I was happy and not sad. Since then, he always kept that promise. He's the only man I could depend on and trust.

"I'm so sorry, everyone! I don't know what came over me. Desmond, where's the wine?"

"Sorry, mom, I wasn't sure."

"Nonsense. Leanne, I allow my son to drink in the house. I know you're underaged for alcohol, but if you want, you can have some wine. Or beer. Desmond prefers beer."

Leanne was staring at me the whole time I had entered the kitchen. I was very aware of her gaze. Then she smiled. "Sure, missus... I mean Jessica? I would love a beer if you don't mind?"

"Desmond, be a gentleman and grab beers for yourselves. And pour me a wine." I looked at the table and saw the board I had laid out with meats, cheeses, and crackers was untouched. "Eat! Dinner won't be for an hour. This will tide us over. Eat!"

Desmond rose and went to the fridge and busied himself with fixing the drinks. Leanne sawed off a piece of salami and put it in her mouth. She did it in a way I found surprisingly sexual. She gleamed at me, and I smiled back. Did I like women? Is this new or something I always felt? I thought back to my younger days and couldn't remember ever fantasizing about women... Maybe it was just because she's Desmond's girlfriend. She was pleasuring him. And if she would do that for him, looking like me... I left that thought unfinished.

I held my left hand under the table. I could still feel the indents on the side of my hand from my teeth. It throbbed, and I rubbed it a little and then cut off a piece of cheese with my right hand. Leanne looked through the glass tabletop and looked right at my hand. I was sure her eyes went a little rounder, and she shot me a look.

I flushed again. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks.

"So, Leanne, are you working?"

Leanne smiled at me. A knowing smile. I had to pretend she didn't know. She didn't, did she? Maybe not. Maybe I got away with it. Maybe... she grinned harder at me. Fuck, I thought. This is embarrassing.

"No, I'm not working yet? I applied at the Dairy Queen, but they're not hiring? And at the hardware store? There's not much work in town? I can't work at Walmart? No way?"

Leanne had a horrible way of speaking that made everything sound like a question. "Oh, that's too bad. Keep looking though. I'm sure something will open up."

Leanne kept glancing at my left hand and my face. "I saw your wedding photo? The one in the living room?"

I nodded. I hadn't the heart to put it away. It reminded me of happier times despite the asshole standing next to me in the photo.

"We kinda look alike? Don't we?" she said/questioned.

"Hmm, a little." That was a bald-faced lie.

"Really? I thought it was me in the photo for a moment? How old were you in the picture?"

"Nineteen."

"So, wow? Like my age?"

"I guess."

Desmond returned with my wine, and I grabbed it and took a large swallow. Suddenly, I was so thirsty. My mouth felt dry. My pussy was still wet. I set down the glass as Desmond sat and handed a beer to Leanne, still in the can.

"Desmond! Get her a glass!"

"It's okay, Miss Smith," said Leanne. "I prefer the can?"

I nodded and cut off another slice of cheese and ate it slowly, trying to think of anything to say.

"Desmond?" said Leanne. I was starting to find her way of speaking really annoying. "Did you see how much I look like your mother in her wedding photo? We're the same age in it?"

Desmond didn't look surprised. He didn't look surprised at all, to me. I studied him. I could see his cheeks grow a little redder. "No? Really?" he said and looked anywhere but at me.

Leanne rose and went and fetched the picture frame. "Look? This could be me?"

Desmond looked at the picture and then at me. He looked like the little boy who broke my favorite vase when he was ten. Clearly guilty, with his Nerf darts strewn about the living room, but still intent on denying the obvious. "Maybe. But I don't think so," he said, and we all heard the lie.

At least I did. I knew my son better than anyone. I knew instinctually when he lied to me. This was a lie. My heart sped up. This means he KNEW she looked like me. He picked her because she looked like me. That was... wrong. But my stomach flipped and flopped like the feeling you get when speeding over a rise on the road and the ground goes away for a moment. My bra felt tight. A warmth spread across my pelvis and seemed to focus in on my groin. I moved in my seat and immediately felt my clitoris between my legs.

After years of having no sexual desires, the dam had broken open, and I was not ready for it. I was an emotional wreck. I wanted everyone to simply leave. I needed time to process everything. Except... I had to feed these two people first. I was trapped. I was in a nightmare.

Instead, I sat and sipped my wine. I nibbled on food and tried to follow the conversation. After about thirty minutes I excused myself and rose to start getting dinner ready. I was having roast beef. One wonderful thing about living in a small town surrounded by farming and cattle was the price of wholesome red beef was cheaper than potatoes sometimes. I had a large roast slow cooking in the oven with potatoes, carrots, and onions in the pan. It had been cooking for hours. It was my mother's recipe and a secret. The secret being a low temperature. You sear the meat and then slowly cook it. Desmond and I would be eating it for weeks. The house already smelled heavenly.

I opened the oven door and checked the meat. It was done perfectly. I grabbed the oven mitts and put them on when Desmond startled me. He came up behind me and placed his large warm hand on my lower back, right above my ass, as I bent over the over door. I was fully aware of my position, my ass raised high toward him. I wanted him to...

"I'll get it, mom. Give me the gloves," he said, and his voice was deep with a tone I had never heard from him before and the sound vibrated the air and I swear I felt it in my bones.

My first thought of what I had wanted him to do finished flashing through my head. Me bent over and Desmond fucking me from behind. Penetrating me deeply. Pushing into my depths. Filling me and spreading the walls of my vagina, sliding along my depths. Suddenly, I wanted to see his penis. See how big it was. I straightened up and blew out a breath and banished the thoughts. "Thanks, son. Just place it on the counter there."

Thankfully, I had granite countertops, again thanks to Desmond.

Desmond took over and then helped me pull all the meat and vegetables from the pan on to a serving dish. I put the pan on the stovetop and turned on the heat. I added a little red wine and deglazed it and then made a slurry and added it to the drippings in the pan and made gravy.

Desmond and I were a team in the kitchen. We always made meals together. We would fly around the kitchen, rarely bumping and rarely in each other's way. Like a dance. Soon we had everything laid out on a large platter with the gravy boat almost overflowing. Leanne had set the table once we showed her where everything was, and we sat.

Desmond always sat at the head of the table. A place I always reserved for him as the man in the house. He had gone from a highchair to a regular chair sitting there. And I would sit next to him around the table corner with the whole empty table extending out past us and forgotten. He rose from his seat and carved the roast beef. I watched him and admired his skill. I caught Leanne watching me from across the table and smiled at her. The meat was perfect and juicy, just like my mom had always made it. He served us and then waited for Leanne to say grace. Desmond and I just smiled at one another. We were never religious.

Then it was all eating and talking and drinking. Leanne got a little tipsy, and we laughed. We retired to the living room after a quick cleanup and the dishwasher hummed. Leanne said she had to leave soon and then we realised we were all too drunk to drive.

"I'll just call your mother and let her know you'll spend the night in the spare bedroom, will that be alright?" I asked her.

She nodded happily exchanging a meaningful look with Desmond, and I called her mom when she gave me her number. We had a lovely conversation about our children before hanging up. "There, done. Spend the night. It's no bother. Now, it's late and I'm exhausted. You two behave! Night everyone."

I rose to leave but Desmond stopped me and hugged me. He whispered in my ear. "Thanks, mom. That was a perfect meal and goodnight. I love you."

"I love you, too, son. Have a good night. Don't stay up too late."

Leanne said goodnight, and I went upstairs to my room, stopping first to use the bathroom. I undressed and slipped naked under the sheets feeling the cool, luxurious sheets caress my skin. I lay still thinking about the entire day. The sudden explosion of sexual desire was foremost in my thoughts. I felt like I was going through puberty again. Then I had thoughts about my son and Leanne. All so terrible and unwanted.

I tried to sleep and lay there for a long time. The house was quiet. I could hear the AC unit through the vents. The occasional truck or car barreling down the road. We lived outside the town in a converted farmhouse. It had been my parent's home and the only home I had ever known. It was all stone and mortar with septic and well water. The laneway was over a hundred feet long and the nearest neighbor was a mile away on either side. During the winter, I paid for snow removal, and in the summer, I paid for the grass to be cut. It was just too much land to have Desmond take care of it and snowplows and grass cutting tractors were too expensive.

The house was quiet, and I suddenly felt more thirst and craved cold water. I slipped out of bed, threw on a fake silk robe, and crept downstairs to the kitchen. I filled a glass of water from the fridge water dispenser and stared out the sunroom windows to the night sky. It was early summer, and the sky was clear, allowing me to see all the stars in all their glory.

I was taking my first sip when I heard the first moan coming from the basement. Downstairs was a small area added to the house when my father was alive. There was a furnace room, a cold room, and a small office that Desmond had turned into a playroom as a child. Now it housed his gaming stuff and a large television. We called it the Gaming Room for obvious reasons. A small smile crept to my face.

Desmond's bedroom and the guest bedroom, where Leanne was supposed to be, were next to the master bedroom. I heard a moan again. A female moan.

I tip-toed over to the door leading downstairs and saw it was open about an inch. The sounds of moaning grew a little louder. I hovered. I knew I should leave them in peace and respect their privacy. And they were both adults and could do what they liked with one another. I was happy for my son. Happy that he was a man and enjoying himself with a lovely, beautiful woman. I knew I should leave and not listen, but my feet betrayed me and kept me rooted to the spot.

"Desmond!" growled Leanne.

I heard a grunt in response.

"Jesus, right there!" she added.

It grew quiet.

"Ah! God! Stick another finger in!"

My eyes went round.

"Yes! Right on my clit! Suck it!"

I heard another grunt, presumably from my son.

"Oh fuck! Baby, I'm gonna suck that huge dick of yours... ah! So close!"

My hand holding my glass of water shook, and I almost spilled some water. Part of me noticed that Leanne was speaking properly without the annoying added question lilt.

"Baby! Pretend I'm your mom! Do it for me! She's so hot. My God, her body... I can only hope I look like her when I'm her age... what?"

I heard a muffled response.

"No, baby. It's not weird. Do it. Imagine I'm your mother... Ai! Baby! Warn me! Oh my God, you're so deep! That's it! Fuck me! Fuck your mother! Ohhh!"

My free hand went to my mouth in shock.

"Oh, baby, you came so fast! Does that turn you on, thinking I'm your mother?"

I turned to leave, but something kept me in place.

"You're still hard. Like a rock. Wow. Look at that perfect cock. Put it back in, I was so close. That's it. Slowly. Yeah. So deep. Never. Wow. Kiss me and fuck me. I look just like her, don't I? Just like your mom. She's so beautiful! Fuck me baby! Oh! Oh! I'm cuming! I'm cuming! Ergghhh!"

I fled. I flew under my covers after placing my water at my bedside table. I sat up against the headboard and tried to calm my breathing and heart rate. It was too much. Thinking of my son fucking his girlfriend and thinking and pretending it was me... It was too much. I held my face in my hands and shook.

My desires were coming back like earlier. My stomach was spinning. My groin hot and throbbing. I could feel my pussy swelling and expanding. My clit rubbed on the sheet and pleasure coursed through me. I spread my legs and touched myself. The pleasure rippled through me, and I gasped at the intensity.

I masturbated and came hard in no time at all. But I wasn't satiated. I needed more and pushed three fingers into my vagina, stretching it deliciously. My other hand played with my clit. Pleasure came in waves and built. I came again and then eagerly sucked my wet fingers.

I lost count of the orgasms. I felt I could do it all night. I had never been this sexually alive, and it frightened me in its breadth and depth and all the for the one reason it was overwhelming me.

I wanted to fuck my son.

What the fuck was wrong with me?

Chapter Two--A New Friend

The next morning, I woke early. It was a Saturday, and I had no plans for the weekend other than reading and maybe putting together a new puzzle. This morning neither of those things interested me.

I threw on my running gear and then stopped outside the bedrooms and heard Leanne and Desmond each in their own rooms sleeping soundly. I would pretend they had been chaste in my house. It was far easier to do that.

I was bothered by my realization last night that I wanted to fuck my son. I wanted to fuck my SON. With some difficulty, I set it aside and reasoned it was simply a flight of fancy. A daydream to play with in my mind. Nothing wrong with that. It was likely natural. The mind is amazing in its ability to rationalize things.

I exited the house and ran down the laneway to the main road and turned left. I would only run five miles this morning. I passed the Johnson house and then past Old Man Cooper's house. I was surprised to see the For Sale sign gone. After more than a year, it appeared someone had bought the place. As the town's Mortgage Loan Officer, I knew no one in town had bought it, but I was surprised it wasn't part of the town gossip. I ran another half mile and turned around and ran back home. The children were still asleep, and I took a quick shower, loving the hot water on my body after a good run.

In no time, I was humming in the kitchen, frying up bacon and summer sausages. Pancakes were ready to be made. Orange juice made from frozen was on the table, and the coffee pot finished its gurgling and coughed up the black gold.

I sat in the sunroom on the couches sipping my coffee wearing my weekend comfy clothes when Desmond appeared wearing his sleep bottoms. He came right over to me, as he always did, and kissed my cheek and wished me a good morning. I kept my eyes from his groin. He went over to the coffee machine.

"How'd you sleep, mom?"

"Hmm. Good, actually. Really good. How was your night?"

Desmond glanced at me and filled his cup. He brought the pot over and topped me up. "Really good."

I raised an eyebrow at him. "How good?"

"Mom!"

I giggled. "Sorry! I couldn't help it. I hope you were careful."

"Yes, mom."

"Good. I don't want little babies running around under foot. Not at my age."

"Mom!"

"Sorry! Sorry! I'll shut up."

"Thanks. This is weird enough as it is."

"You've never brought a girl home before. I like it. Means you trust me."

"Course I trust you, mom. I've just never been with anyone I wanted you to meet before."

"Oh? Are you and Leanne getting serious?"

Desmond was quiet for a moment and sipped his coffee. He sat near me, and I placed my feet on his lap. It was a common enough event. I did it all the time and sometimes Desmond would massage my feet. He absently took my right foot in his left and pressed his thumb into my insole. Damn, it felt good, especially after my morning run.

"I don't know. One day at a time for now. She wants to leave town. Head to the city."

"And you?" I asked, afraid to hear the answer.

Desmond smiled at me, and I felt a flood of warmth pass through me. Every mother should see that look from their son. The look of love. "Nah. And leave you all alone? I could never do that."

Worry hit me then. Was I going to trap my son in a small town for all his life? Would he be the dutiful son caring for his elderly mother? Mortified, I pulled my foot free from his grasp and sat up. "Desmond! You have your entire life ahead of you! Leave. Find happiness! Don't worry about me! I'll be fine."

Desmond looked hurt, with that little boy expression on his face of not getting what you want. "Mom, I could never leave you. You need me. To look after the house. To look after you."

"Desmond, look at me." When he didn't, I tapped his thigh. "Look at me!"

He did.

I reached out and grasped his strong, chiseled chin in one hand. "I'll be fine. You need to decide what you want in life and grab it! You're young with your whole life ahead of you! I want you to be happy! That's what makes me happy."

"And what if that's what makes me happy, mom? Making you happy?"

I sighed and let his chin go. "Baby, I've lived a lifetime already. I've loved, lost, and then had you. My life's goals are complete. You on the other hand have only just begun to live your life. I want you to be happy!"

Desmond's face shifted, and I recognised the look. The honest, sincere, and serious man that dwelled inside his head and made rare appearances and usually only to me. I knew every expression on his face and how his mind worked. He would say one thing and I would know what he really meant. "I'm happiest when I'm with you, mom. Why would I ever leave that?"

I had no words to say. He was being sincere. He rose and poured a second cup of coffee and disappeared around the corner to bring Leanne her cup.

I fought off the tears. I was ruining my son's life. Trapping him in a false utopia. I was a horrible selfish mother.

A little while later, Desmond and Leanne appeared together. She had showered and looked fresh. I heated up the meat and started to make pancakes as soon as I first heard the shower shut off and when they entered the kitchen, I had the first pancakes off the griddle.

Leanne smiled at me and wished me a good morning. I watched her sit at the table and saw the slight wince on her face as she sat. I smiled to myself, proud of my son.

I served breakfast and sat with them as they ate.

Leanne kept looking at me. "Aren't you going to eat, Miss Smith?"

"Call me Jessica, please. No. I never eat in the morning."

Desmond nodded while chewing. "It's true. Never. Makes me eat though."

"The way to a man's heart is through their stomach," I quoted and then realised what that truly meant and blushed.

Leanne looked at me and then Desmond. She kept eating putting away a remarkable amount of food for someone so slim. She must have noticed me staring because she stopped eating.

"I'm sorry, I never get breakfast at home. Not like this! Usually my mom just gets pop-tarts."

"Oh dear," I said. "Well eat up! There's lots. Desmond can eat a whole pound of bacon by himself."

"Pig," mumbled Leanne around a mouthful of pancakes.

Desmond smiled and stole a piece of bacon off her plate and shoved it into his mouth, grinning and flashing his greasy teeth at her.

"Oh, you're gonna get it!" she said, her eyes aglow.

"Promises, promises," muttered Desmond, swallowing.

"Next time you want a blow job see where that gets you!" she cackled and then threw a hand over her mouth and snapped her head to stare at me in shock. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry!"

Desmond had his mouth open in surprise and then turned his head slowly to look at me.

I laughed. "See? I always told you there were consequences, Desmond." My mind filled with the images of Leanne sucking my son's penis.

Leanne looked sideways at Desmond and then back to me.

"Relax, you two. I was your age once. Based on last night I would suspect its nothing new between you."

Right away I was mortified. I shouldn't have said anything. Now they knew I had heard them last night. With Leanne pretending to be me with my son. I faked a smile and sipped my barely warm coffee.

Desmond and she shared a look. I pretended not to notice and rose to get more coffee. My hands were shaking.

"You heard us last night, mom?" asked Desmond quietly to my back.

I refilled my cup and turned around, calming my face. I sipped the coffee. "I got a glass of water. I could kind of hear you. Don't worry about it. Like I said, I was your age once. Just use protection, okay? I don't want grandchildren."

Leanne and Desmond shared another look before Desmond spoke again. "I'm sorry, mom. I hope you didn't hear anything you didn't want to hear."

"Nope."

"Okay. Sorry. We'll be quieter."

"Thanks."

I could see through the kitchen table that Leanne was gripping Desmond's thigh tightly, her knuckles white. People always forgot the table was see through. She was warning him.

"You kids have any plans today?"

They shook their heads.

"I'm going into the market, I think. I want to pick up some tomatoes to make sauces. Can I trust you two alone? Leanne, your mother was quite concerned with you sleeping over at a boy's place, as she put it. It was only having me around that relaxed her. Can I trust you two?"

Leanne let go of Desmond's leg. "Yeah, sure Miss Smith."

"Jessica, please."

"Jessica, sorry. You're pretty cool, Jessica. Thank you."

"My pleasure. Desmond, can you clean up?"

He nodded.

* * *

An hour later, I pulled into the market, finding a parking spot up close. I grabbed my shopping bag and locked up my car out of habit. In small towns like these you don't need to lock anything up other than the stores.

I sauntered down the sidewalk, feeling cute in my floral summer dress, wide brimmed sun hat, large sunglasses, and simple sandals. I went past the nickel and dime store and into the large parking lot converted to an open market on the weekends. Most of the booths sold produce and preserves, but a few sold hand crafts and art. I made my way through the market slowly admiring the goods and then spotted a new stand run by a woman I had never seen before. She looked Asian and there weren't many Asian women in town. The only Asians I knew of were just the mother, father, and son who owned the Lucky Star Chinese takeout restaurant in town. I couldn't remember their names. But she was not them and she stood out like a light in the darkness.

She looked at me when I approached and smiled. "Hi!" she said. I was expecting an accent, but all I heard was plain old American.

"Hi! You're new to the market!"

"Yes I am. I just moved into town a month ago."

"Really? How exciting! Where are you living?" I watched her face enchanted by her exotic looks. She was gorgeous, and I had never been attracted to another woman before. A quick image of Leanne crossed my mind, unwanted. But this woman had a face I was sure I could stare at all day.

I gasped when she told me where she lived. "That's two houses down from me! You bought the Cooper place!"

"I did!"

"Wow, that house was on the market for over a year."

"It's a little run down. And I think vacant for over a year?"

"Sadly, yes. Old Man Cooper lived alone in that house. His wife passed a long time ago."

Her eyes grew larger, and I loved how that happened with her gorgeous, slanted eyes. Her pupils were dark brown and had a wonderful depth. "He didn't die in there, did he? Oh my God! I never thought to ask the realtor!"

I laughed a genuine laugh, and it felt good. "No! No! He died in town. Heart attack in the post office. Just dropped dead. No ghosts or anything! At least, I don't think."

"Whew!" laughed the woman. "That's a relief!"

"I'm Jessica, by the way. Jessica Smith."

She put out her hand to grasp mine. I felt a shock when she touched me. Her hand felt so small in mine, and I didn't want to let it go. "Pleasure to meet you. I'm Jennifer Kimura."

I suddenly needed to see more of her. "I'll have to stop by your house. So I can welcome you better. You and your husband."

Jennifer laughed, and I loved the sound of it. Her face was so animated. "Single. No husband. Are you married?"

"No. Divorced. My husband left me twenty years ago." Inside I was so happy she was single. Why am I happy about that?

"Twenty? You look so young!" She was looking at me in an unexpected way. Closely. Intimately. The electricity I had felt in the air seemed more charged. Focused.

"Um, thanks," I said. She looked far younger than me. She looked to be in her early twenties. She was slim, extraordinarily so, but with breasts that seemed too large for her frame. Her hair was jet black, perfectly straight, and falling to the middle of her back and it shone in the morning sunshine. I had to admit she was beautiful. She was exotic looking to me and I felt plain in her presence. "But I'm forty. Don't tell anyone!" I laughed at my own stupid humor.

She laughed with me. "Well, I'm thirty-five." She leaned toward me and whispered. "Don't tell anyone!"

I laughed then, instantly warming completely to this woman. I looked down at her display, seeing it for the first time. It was mostly scarfs and small artwork. It looked like hand-painted silk. I asked, and she nodded.

"Yes, all pure silk. I hand-paint them. It's a hobby, really. I've been making them all my life. I sell quite a lot online. I have an Amazon store. I do pretty well."

"They're beautiful." I said and meant it. My eyes spotted something strange on her table, placed in the back corner. I picked one up and examined it. It looked like a twisted unicorn horn, except it had raised circles like tentacle suckers. It was squishy like rubber or silicone. "What's this?"

Jennifer grinned at me. "Are you sure you want to know?"

I looked at her confused. "Yes?"

She giggled. "It's called a Takoyaki. I make them, too. My biggest seller online."

"Taco? Taco yacky?"

"Takoyaki," she repeated and spelled it out. "It's a play on the word in Japanese for octopus balls, a food delicacy. The word plays on another use of tentacles."

"What's it for?"

"For stimulation."

"Stimulation?"

She looked at me and grinned wider. Her teeth were so white and perfect. God help me, but I wondered right then what it would be like to kiss her. To kiss a woman. A feeling so foreign to me I had no idea what to do with it. But there it was forefront in my head. I tore my eyes from her face and studied the strange object in my hand. And then it dawned on me. I looked up at Jennifer. "No way!"

She nodded, smiling, and laughing at the naughtiness of it.

"And you just..." I moved it a little in my hand in up and down motions.

She laughed. "Yup."

"And people buy these?"

"Yes. A lot of people. My best seller. Those are the, um," she glanced around, but we were alone. The market wouldn't get busy for another hour. "Those are the smaller ones."

I stared the object and tried to imagine using it on myself. I couldn't. I just couldn't. "Oh my God." I looked up at Jennifer and suddenly I wanted to know more about her. This was the most exciting thing that had happened to me in years in this small town. "Oh, now you simply must come over to my place. I need to hear more."

Jennifer looked surprised. "Come over to your place?"

"Sure. Why not? Tonight. I have wine. Food. Music. Come over and we'll just talk. I can answer any weird questions you might have about this town. I've lived here my entire life. I know everyone. There are reasons to get to know me."

Jennifer hesitated and then nodded. "You know what? I think I would like that. What time?"

"Six? Seven? Come right from here if you want. It's just me and my son at home. He's an adult now."

Jennifer's eyes lit up. "Does he do repairs?"

"Oh yes. He's quite the handyman. He can do anything. What do you need?"

"The house is quite run down. I need a lot of work done. Walls, plumbing, everything. I had one of the men in town come round to look but he was more interested in looking at me, if you know what I mean."

"I do, sadly. The men around here aren't like in the city. They don't have boundaries. It's like going back in time about fifty years."

"Can I meet your son? And ask him to have a look?"

I reached out and took her hand. Her hand was so dainty. "Hon, I promise you, he'll love to help you out. I know my son. He loves helping people."

"I can pay him. Money's not a problem."

"You discuss it with him. He won't want anything though."

Jennifer and I chatted for a little while. I bought a small eight by eight-inch frame with a piece of silk inside it under glass. A beautiful Japanese dragonfly was painted on it. Jennifer explained to me dragonflies are the national emblem of Japan. I asked her if she was Japanese, finally getting the nerve to ask. She nodded but added her parents were born in America and so was she. I understood what she meant. She wasn't Japanese. She was American just like me. She wrapped up the frame behind the table and handed me the bag, smiling at me.

We parted, and I finished my chores and exited the market, looking for and waving goodbye to Jennifer. I stopped at the local Walmart since the local market didn't have any tomatoes yet and bought some frozen juices that Desmond enjoyed and a few more odds and ends and then headed home. Desmond's truck was gone, and I found the house empty.

I brought in my shopping and put the bag containing the dragonfly painting on the kitchen counter. I put away the produce and then looked for a suitable place to hang the dragonfly art. I immediately knew it had to go in the sunroom. The sun would highlight the beautiful pearlescent painting.

I reached into the bag to remove the painting when my hand closed on something I recognised at once. I pulled out one of the Takoyaki's. It was the one I had held. I smiled and then wondered what to make for dinner before remembering I had at least three pounds of roast beef in the fridge.

I busied myself around the house for a few hours. Mostly cleaning. My house was always clean. Desmond and I were fanatical about it. He had helped me since he was old enough to help and never complained and never waited to be told to help. We always worked that way. A team. A pair.

I stopped sweeping the floor as a thought struck me. Desmond was more of a best friend in many ways. We did everything together. Always as a team. Laughing at the same jokes. Finishing each other's sentences. I resumed sweeping. Probably just like every other mother and son team, I surmised. For a moment there it had meant something more to me, but I didn't know what.

As always, I cleaned the bedrooms. Mostly dusting and sweeping the hardwood floors. I entered Desmond's room and swept barely glancing around. I knew his room like my own. I always respected his privacy and when I cleaned here I never, ever, snooped. I had read horror stories about mother's finding crusty socks and what not. I was afraid to look under his mattress and find magazines with naked women. Nope. Nope. Nope. No need to see that.

As I was leaving, I noticed the teddy bear on his bookshelf. It contained a nanny camera. My husband had bought it so we could go out with a babysitter. I had refused to leave my son in the care of a stranger. Perhaps that had led to him leaving. I would never know. Desmond had liked it simply as a teddy bear and over the years it ended up on his shelf. A memory of his father attached to it, I supposed.

I took it down and checked it out. It ran off batteries and it was empty now. I think part of my brain was well ahead of the rest of me. The next thing I knew I had replaced the batteries, checked it still worked, and sat it back on the shelf. I hummed as I completed my cleaning routine in the kitchen.

Just then I heard a knock at my door, startling me.

I should mention that Desmond had done a wonderful job over the years insulating the house. His effort greatly reduced the cost of heating and cooling the house. As a side benefit, the house was quiet. Nothing creaked or groaned. I looked at the clock on the microwave and saw it was a little past four thirty in the afternoon. The market closed at four and I knew who it was. Suddenly, I was nervous and excited. I wasn't sure what my interest in Jennifer was. I just knew I had to go down that road and see where it led.

I opened the door to find Jennifer standing there smiling up at me. I hadn't noticed at the market, but she could only be a little over five feet tall. She had a bottle of wine in her hand.

"Jennifer! I'm so glad you came! Come in! Come in! Leave your shoes on!"

Jennifer handed me the bottle of wine. "For you. Thank you for inviting me over. Your house looks so beautiful from the outside. All that stonework! It's like mine!"

"Come in, and thanks. It was my parent's house. My son has really fixed it up though. He's quite handy. You'll see. I said leave your shoes on!"

"I can't. I'm sorry. I have to remove them."

"Is this some cultural thing?" I asked, not knowing.

She laughed. "No. My feet are killing me after standing on them all day!"

I laughed then. "I'm sorry. I'll be honest. You're probably the first oriental woman I've ever spoken to. I'm probably going to say all sorts of horrible things."

Jennifer placed a hand on my arm. I could feel it there. I was completely aware of it. "Stop apologizing. It happens all the time. Ask away. Ask anything no matter how dumb it might sound. Better to clear the air right away, don't you agree?"

"I do," I said and warmed to her even more. She removed her hand, and I looked at the bottle to distract myself. "Oh, this looks nice. I don't think I've ever had this one..."

"It's good. I have a few cases at home."

"Levy and McClellan, Cabernet Sauvignon. Yum, I like Cab Sauvs."

"You'll like this one, I promise. So?"

"Follow me! I have a beautiful sunroom my son made for me. Come this way. Or would you rather have a tour of my house? It takes about one minute to see the whole place."

Jennifer laughed. "Another time. Let's sit and get to know each other. I do love the inside. So tasteful."

I grinned at her. "A girl after my own heart!"

Jennifer blinked rapidly and then smiled. "Cool."

She gushed at the sunroom extension and stared out past the large bay windows. "Oh my God! It's so perfect! You can see all around! And the couches, they're perfect! I could sit and read here all day! I am so jealous!"

"All my son's doing. I swear I only like mentioned in passing one day how much I would love a sunroom. I came home the next day, and he was tearing everything apart. I was so mad at him! And then look at this. He has a gift for this."

Jennifer was really admiring the work. "Have you heard of Feng Shui?" she asked me suddenly.

"No? What's that?"

"It's Chinese. It's the practice of arranging the pieces in a living space to create balance with the natural world. It is said to give people harmony between where you live and the world around you. This place just reeks of Feng Shui. You can feel it in the air!"

I had no idea what she was talking about. "I suppose. All I know is that I spend a lot of time out in this room." I rummaged through the utensil drawer and found the corkscrew thing. Normally my wine comes with twist tops. I started to use it, fumbling, and Jennifer took it from me.

"Let me," she said, and I happily gave it over to her.

She opened it with practiced precision, and I remarked on it.

"Lots of practice. Glasses?"

"Of course. I'm an idiot." I quickly grabbed two glasses and Jennifer poured a little into each glass.

"First we taste," she said and lifted her glass. I did the same and followed what she did. We smelled it, let the wine slide down the inside of the glass and watched what little clung to the glass, and then sipped it. I felt very special.

It tasted pretty good and said so.

"I hope so," she smiled and then filled our glasses.

I grabbed the board with meat and cheeses from the fridge, and we retired to the sunroom, stretched out on the large couches, our feet almost touching. I raised my glass.

"Here's to new friendships!" I toasted and Jennifer raised her glass.

"Your house is beautiful, Jessica. It feels very feminine but with a touch of masculinity. It feels like a home with much love."

"It is. My son and I, it's just been us two since he was one-year-old. His father left us and moved to California. He wasn't meant to be a father. He always paid his child support, though, he never missed a payment. He just missed all the birthdays and Christmases and everything in between. But Desmond is a good man. He understood early on just who and what his father was. I don't think it bothered him too much. He always said it meant he got me all to himself." I realised how that sounded and blushed. I hid it by taking a large sip of wine. "Say, this is getting much better."

"It's breathing. Just wait. The next glass will be spectacular. Your son sounds amazing. Does he cook?"

I laughed. "No. He has me for that. I do all the cooking and love to cook for him. We share laundry, chores, yard work, you name it. He's the perfect son. I adore him. Without him my life would have no meaning."

Jennifer looked long and hard at me. "That can't be true. You're smart, beautiful, funny. You just would have led a different life. One you'll never know."

She had called me beautiful. That was twice in one day. Leanne had called me beautiful, too, while fucking my son. I was uncomfortable but pleased. "So, what brought you to our small town?"

"I needed to get out of Los Angeles. Too many memories."

"Why here?"

She laughed. "You won't believe me."

"Try me."

"I threw a dart at a map. It hit here."

I stared at her. "You're messing with me..."

She giggled at my language. "Nope. Threw it and wham."

"You didn't think to throw it again?"

She paused then and stared at me and then threw her head back and really laughed. "No!" she finally managed to squeak out, and I joined her.

We spent the next hour laughing and sharing life stories. She told me little about herself other than she had lived in Los Angeles and had a bad breakup which she refused to speak about. She had lived with her father, and he had suddenly passed from a brain aneurism, and she only knew she had to escape everything that reminded her of that life. I found myself loving the sound of her voice. The words flowed through me and circled me and caressed me.

"It seems pretty excessive to end up here, though. This is a remote area of the country. It's just so quiet out here. The weather can be harsh in the winter. It's mostly an easy life, but that can change quickly."

"Actually, this is really helping me. I don't know how long I'll be able to stay. But right now, this feels right. It's hard to explain. I feel like I'm where I need to be."

"Me too," I said after a moment of reflection. "My husband, he couldn't wait to get out of here. Most of the kids I grew up with have moved on. Not me. I feel that this is my home. I have no desire to see the world. All I need is right out that window," I pointed at the window with my wine glass. "Just look at that beauty."

Jennifer's eyes looked at me before she turned her head to look out at the land surrounding my home. She looked content to me. Happy with a little streak of deep sadness.

We were on our second bottle of wine. The first sip of the cheap stuff I bought had caused me to shiver uncontrollably and Jennifer had laughed until she took her first sip.

"Oh my God," I said. "We need more of that first bottle. This stuff is garbage! I never knew!"

"Maybe next time."

I looked at her. She was the first woman friend I had since high school. It felt wonderful. "We could make this a regular thing. You do the market and then come here for wine and dinner." I wanted that so bad. I needed more of her in my life. I knew what I was thinking. Wanting. My life was twisting itself, turning on me. Making me think impure thoughts about my own flesh and blood, my son, and now I was finding myself falling for a woman.

"That would be imposing," she argued.

"Nonsense. You're all alone in that house of yours. What better way to spend Saturday afternoons?"

She nodded. "Maybe."

"You're more than welcome here. In these small towns, privacy is a rarity, people will just show up at your house and walk in. It's just the way it is. I wouldn't mind one bit if I came home from work and found you sitting out here enjoying the sun."

Jennifer smiled. "Okay. So, people really don't lock their doors?"

"Nope. There's no point."

"I find that strange."

"Life is strange..."

Just then the front door opened, and I heard Desmond come home.

"Mom?"

"Out here, hon! I've met a new friend!"

"A new friend?" he asked, and his voice grew louder as he approached. "Who is it?" He entered the kitchen and saw us lounging drinking wine. "A new book club?" he asked and smirked.

My heart thudded in my chest. Every time I looked at him as a man my heart would beat uncontrollably. He was gorgeous, my boy. Standing there in a white tee-shirt, tight blue jeans, and his damn cowboy boots, I was practically drooling at him. The wine sure didn't help. I glanced at Jennifer to introduce her and saw a look of lust cross her features for a moment.

"Come here, Desmond. Meet Jennifer. She lives two houses down from us. She bought the Cooper place. She sells beautiful things at the market. See the dragonfly painting?" I pointed at it and then looked at him. He was staring at Jennifer, ignoring me.

"Hi, ma'am. It's my pleasure. Welcome to the community."

Jennifer went to rise but Desmond, always the gentleman, insisted she stay put. They talked easily, and he refilled our wine glasses, emptying the bottle. He brought out more cheese and grapes for us and then excused himself to wash up for dinner.

I glanced at Jennifer. She was lost in some thought. Probably thinking of my son, I thought.

She finally looked over at me. "So that was your son, I see where he gets his good looks."

"Jennifer!" I said, proud and appalled at the same time.

"Sorry! Sorry! He's just... wow. So handsome."

"I know. He's a beautiful boy. Man. He's a man."

"Yes, he is," muttered Jennifer and quaffed more wine.

I smiled to myself and looked out the window. By the sun in the sky, it was soon time to heat up dinner. I heard the shower start up upstairs. Desmond would be down to help in mere minutes. He was a quick shower person. "I'm going to get dinner started. Just stay there and enjoy the remaining sun. It's just leftovers tonight. Nothing gets wasted around here. You'll like it, I hope."

"Okay."

I rose and felt the wine hit me. "Whoops. Balance is a little off," I laughed.

Jennifer rose. "I'll help no matter what you say. Two drunk people can certainly heat up dinner."

Jennifer joined me and we pulled out the leftovers and put them all into a heating dish and covered it with tinfoil. I turned on the oven and slid it in. "Thirty minutes and it should be heated up."

I rummaged in the cupboard and failed to find more wine. "Dammit. Out of wine."

Jennifer was standing next to me. "I can run home and get more." She placed her hand on my lower back, right above my waist. I could feel her fingers flex slightly. I moved a little closer to her, feeling the intensity of those few inches remaining between us. What was wrong with me?

Jennifer looked up at me. The top of her head reached the bottom of my chin. Just then Desmond stepped back into the kitchen and froze when he saw us. I stepped back. "Desmond? Can you run Jennifer home to get more of her wine?"

Desmond stared at me and then Jennifer. "How many bottles have you had already?"

"Only two," pouted Jennifer. She still had her hand on my lower back. Even after I moved away.

Desmond was looking at that arm and hand. I felt like I had been caught in something I didn't understand. He had changed into more of the same clothes, but his blond hair was still wet and slicked back. He smiled that easy smile of his and my heart raced, and my breath caught. Jennifer looked up at me suddenly and then away.

"It will only take a minute," said Jennifer and released me and walked toward the door. "It will give me a chance to show you my house. Your mom says you're quite the handyman."

Desmond nodded. "If they don't find you handsome, they should at least find you handy."

"Red Green?"

Desmond blinked. "Wow, didn't think you would get that one."

"I'm a woman of mystery," she purred and arrived at the front door. She slipped her shoes on her feet. "Let's go. Jessica? We won't be long. Thanks for this. For the first time, I feel pretty good, and I don't mean the wine."

Desmond led her out to his truck, closing the front door behind him.

No sooner had I heard the truck start up, then I was running into my son's room. I grabbed the teddy bear and ran into my bedroom. I pulled out my aged laptop, found a cable and plugged the bear in. I wasn't completely illiterate with technology and soon had the contents of the bear on my screen.

I fast forwarded the video until I saw Desmond walk into his room. I pressed play.

What am I doing? This is a huge breach of privacy. Desmond will never forgive me if he found out. This is... This is a terrible thing I'm doing.

I didn't stop.

I watched Desmond undress like I was some teenager in heat, my breath panting. I was fully aware that I was his mother and that I shouldn't be doing this. But I had to see. I had to. I had to feed my curiosity. Once I knew, I could go back to normal. His back was turned to the camera, but I saw the muscles on his back as he ripped his shirt off and tossed it into his laundry hamper. They rippled and undulated with power. Next came his jeans, and his perfect ass pushed toward the camera. My God, I thought. It's a perfect ass.

Then he grabbed the waistband of his boxers and slid it down past his hips. His naked ass thrust back at me, and his gorgeous firm ass cheeks were in full display. I could see only darkness in the crack of his ass and growled and moaned at the same time. Then on camera he turned toward his door, and I paused the video, holding my breath.

There on the laptop was the image of my son's beautiful, gorgeous, uncircumcised penis. He was about four inches soft. I could see massive pendulous balls dangling from him. I stared in absolute awe. He was hung. It was a beautiful penis.

I wiped at my mouth; my eyes glued to the image. I reversed the image and then let it play. I watched his penis being exposed and then walk out of the frame. It swung on him as he walked. My husband's cock had just kind of stood there and had been half the size if I was any judge. I saved the video to my laptop and disconnected the camera.

I was trembling. I loved my son's penis. It was a work of art. The image was seared into my brain and lighting up all those feelings a woman has for a man. They say women aren't visual. That's a lie. I most certainly was. I was trembling because now that I had seen it... I knew. I knew what I wanted next.

"You want it inside you, don't you?" I whispered to myself. My pussy answered with a delightful feeling of warmth. Shame and guilt flooded me, and I held my head.

When the front door opened and Jennifer and Desmond walked in, I was back in the sunroom, watching the sinking sun. We had about two hours left of daylight.

"Mom? We're back!"

"Out here, hon! I put the leftovers back in the oven. They weren't quite heated through."

"I grabbed a few more bottles of wine," declared Jennifer, then she walked into the kitchen brandishing three bottles with two hands. She set then on the counter and opened the first one.

I smiled as she filled my glass and then filled hers. She clinked her glass to mine. "I am sooo happy I met you today. Your son is a Godsend. He was already familiar with my house; did you know that? Says he used to help Old Man Cooper now and then." I had known that but thought it inconsequential. "Desmond says he'll be happy to help out on the weekends. And some nights."

"Good. I'm glad. He's run out of things to do around here, and I think he was ready to start breaking things just so he could fix them."

"Nah," said Desmond, stepping into the kitchen. "You'd kill me. Lots of land to bury a bad son in."

"Come here, baby," I said to him, and he came over. "Lean down." And he did. I gave him a quick kiss on the lips. A motherly kiss. Nothing more. I was not imagining his cock. "You're a good son." What I meant in my head was, I love your penis.

Desmond looked at me and didn't move away. He gave me a quick kiss back, surprising me. "And you're the best mother a son could ever hope for." He stood up and went to check on the stove.

Jennifer was back in her spot. She was watching me. "Lucky girl," she said quietly to me.

I was surprised by her comment. That wasn't something you say to a mother about her boy. I raised an eyebrow at her, and she simply smiled and shook her head.

"My buzz is gone," she said. "Here's to more wine!"

"Here, here!" I shouted, and I felt the mood grow lighter.

Desmond responded by cracking a can of beer and grinned at us.

"Is he old enough to drink?" asked Jennifer, playfully.

"In my house, yes," I purred. "In two months, he'll be perfectly legal to drink."

"Just a baby still," replied Jennifer and smirked at Desmond.

Desmond stood easy and glanced between us. "Great, stuck in the house with two cougars."

"Desmond!" I cried in false outrage. Inside my heart was pounding again. I knew what a cougar was. And I certainly wasn't one but having Desmond call me that had me flashing back to the image of his penis on my laptop.

The stove timer went off, and I suddenly felt like I had just escaped something.

"Be a dear and get that out, I'll get the plates." Oh yes, get that out.

Soon we were seated and enjoying yesterday's dinner. It was just as good. The meat was still juicy and tender. Jennifer gushed over it.

"I've noticed the meat here is so much better than in the city, why is that?"

Desmond answered her. "We send the shit meat to the city and keep the good stuff to ourselves."

When Desmond saw that Jennifer believed him, he laughed. I saw the effect that laugh had on Jennifer. She liked it and her face lit up. I felt a pang of jealousy hit me.

"No, not really. We do keep the choicest cuts. And we age it a little longer. We eat a lot of red meat out here. Not much call for sushi when the nearest ocean is five hours away by plane. Chicken, pork, and cow. The three food groups."

"And potatoes," I added. "The fourth food group."

"And pie," added Desmond. "The fifth food group."

"Oh my God," said Jennifer laughing. "I've landed in Redneckville."

"Ma'am, nothing wrong with a red neck. Just means you've been working hard outdoors all day."

"Please don't take offense," she said immediately. "I was just trying to be funny."

Desmond glared at her, and Jennifer squirmed.

Then Desmond broke out laughing. "I'm sorry! I couldn't help it! I'm just fucking with you."

"Fucking with me, huh?" said Jennifer, and I saw the gleam in her eye. "Just for that, I'll work you extra hard at my house."

"Ma'am, you can't punish a man for doing free work for you."

"Free? No, no, no. I intend to pay for your work."

"No ma'am. That's not how it works out here. You supply the parts and what-not. I supply the labor. Simply math. Neighbors help neighbors."

I nodded my head at my son's words. Jennifer tried to argue, but I then saw a rare side of Desmond. He looked hard at Jennifer, and she stilled under his gaze. I've seen it before. The look a man gives you that means the conversation is over and what's been decided has been decided. It's forceful. Its direct. It makes me wet. Thousands of years of evolution and a man being a man still makes a woman do things.

"Ma'am. I'm telling you honestly. I'll gladly help you. That's the neighborly thing to do. I could never accept any payment. Maybe some lemonade. A piece of pie. You're new around here and I don't doubt you've still got a ways to go to understand life in small towns. But we look out for one another out here. Life can be hard for some folks. Best way to fit in? Accept the help and then look for your own way to help others. Doesn't have to be a big thing. Every little thing helps. A bag of green beans. Onions from your field. Hay for the livestock. If you can provide and not put yourself in a worse way, then you do it.

"I'll be by tomorrow around noon and fix up that front door of yours. I have the parts. Won't take me long. Then I'll fix your water filtration and check your septic. I saw a bunch of Old Man Cooper's tools in the work shed, so I won't need much. Maybe you could write down everything you think needs fixing and I'll prioritize it and start working on it. It'll be my pleasure."

Jennifer nodded and bit her lip. She was gazing at Desmond with a strange look on her face. She tore her face from his and looked at me for help.

"He has it right, Jennifer. He'll help you because he wants to, and he knows he's the right man for the job. You'll see. My son is the best of them."

We finished dinner with small talk, and Jennifer and I returned to the sunroom to watch the sunset. Another bottle of wine was gone, and we had started a new one. I was glad tomorrow was Sunday. We watched Desmond clean up and then disappear downstairs to play his games.

The silence was comfortable, and nothing needed to be said. We watched the sun sink to the horizon and slowly slide down. The sky lit with beautiful colours, the few clouds in the sky lighting up. There was barely any wind, and the silence was calming.

"That's a beautiful son you have there, Jessica."

I nodded, lost in the serenity of the moment. "I adore him. He's so beautiful. A perfect specimen of man."

"It must be lovely having a man like him around the house all the time."

"You have no idea. It's been me and him for twenty years. A constant presence. He's the best man I've ever had in my life. I love him so much."

"I loved my father the same way."

Something about the way she said it had me looking at her. She was watching the sunset. Her profile was even more beautiful.

"My father was the love of my life. When he died, it was too sudden. He was there and then he wasn't. He left such a massive void in my life. Too large to fill."

The love of her life? That's how you spoke about a lover, not a father. I was confused but didn't interrupt.

"My family found out. Cousins, aunts, uncles. They were furious with me. I ran. I've lived in many places. I figured being out here in the Midwest would be the last place they would look for me."

Found out what? I was missing something. Something crucial to this conversation. The wine was heavy on me, and I was feeling sleepy, but I forced myself to listen. I kept watching her, the sunset painting her face with color.

"My father and I were lovers, Jennifer. I've never told anyone that. I never admitted it to my family, but they knew. When my father died, he left everything to me. That's why my family is looking for me. They want my inheritance. They say my illegal relationship with my father means I don't deserve it.

"I can't believe I'm telling you this. I hope I can trust you. I've been desperate to talk to someone about it. And... and I see how you are with your son. I think you might understand me." She turned her head to look right at me and I could see her eyes were filled with tears, ready to fall. "Am I wrong?"

Damn me, but I understood her. I understood everything she was saying. I searched my own feelings and found I had nothing but sympathy for her. I should be shocked and appalled at her admission of incest, but I wasn't. I held her eyes for a long moment and then shook my head once and looked away. "No, you're not wrong." Those words were the hardest I had ever spoken. Saying them out loud brought their meaning to reality.

"Don't wait, Jennifer. I waited too long, and our time was stolen from us. He won't disappoint you. He looks at you in such a special way. Trust your feelings. Reach out. Don't lose any more time."

I felt a tear escape me and I wiped it away. I was drunk. I was confused.

"Jessica?"

I looked at her. She was staring intently at me. "Can I sleep here tonight?"

I couldn't respond. My throat refused to let me speak.

"With you?"

I felt panicked. Unsure. Lost. But I saw the look in her eyes. She had just confided something so deep and personal with me. She trusted that knowledge with me. Maybe she sensed a kinship. I had no idea. I did know that all day I had been watching her. Captivated by her beauty. Her serenity. Her strength.

"I've never been with a woman," I whispered, and hearing those words thrilled and frightened me.

"Neither have I," she said. "Do you feel it, too? Tell me I'm not crazy or imagining it or drunk. The moment you appeared at my stall in the market I felt it. That's why I gave you the Takoyaki."

I nodded. "Maybe we just sleep in the same bed. Comfort each other. Take it a day at a time."

She nodded and looked back out the window as the last rays of the sun disappeared into the night sky.

I felt deliriously happy. And so nervous, I was sure I was going to throw up.

Chapter Three--The Sleepover

I realised right away that Desmond would never approve. I thought frantically about how to explain Jennifer sleeping over. I was too old for sleepovers, and at my age it was just a euphemism for having sex. Lesbian sex.

Oh my God, I was planning on having sex with a woman. Was it only yesterday that my sexuality exploded back to life? Maybe there's something wrong with me? Some sickness?

I had never had any inclination or desire to be with a woman. It was so foreign to me. Depraved. Deviant. And what would the town think if they found out? I would be ostracized. Shunned. Spat on. I would lose my job at the bank.

Mostly, though, I worried what Desmond would think. Would he shun me? Hate me? Would I lose that special look he gave me? Would I forever lose that chance? A chance to...

My mind veered quickly away from that thought before it could form. To grow roots.

I could simply say we were too drunk. That we only wanted to sleep and that sharing a bed wasn't abnormal. Just two friends sleeping in the same bed. Surely, he could believe that. It could be totally true. I wasn't committing to anything. I had already told her I wanted to just sleep.

Dammit, Desmond would insist on driving her home. He only had a few beers. People around here drank and drove all the time. The chances on hurting someone was unlikely in the sparsely populated area. And it was just up the road. Two minutes there and back.

Desmond came upstairs from the Game Room. He made more noise than normal, and we looked as he rounded the corner into the kitchen. We watched him closely and I could tell he was totally aware as he kept glancing at us. I wondered how we looked. Like two schoolgirls, caught smoking behind the school?

He grabbed a beer from the fridge and cracked it, the foam pushing up through the opening. He slurped away the foam and stared at us.

"Okay, what's up?" he asked.

"Nothing," I replied.

"You two look guilty."

"No, we don't" we both said at the same time and shot looks at each other.

"Ah, yes, you do."

Jennifer spoke first. "Is it okay if I crash here tonight? I just love it here and your mom and I are really talking. I haven't had this in a long time. I suggested I just crash here. Would that bother you?"

Desmond looked between us and lingered on me. I looked down and pulled my sundress down a little lower. It had ridden up to just below my panties.

"Yeah, sure. We have the guest room. I made it back up after Leanne left." Part of me noticed his manner of speech. It was authoritative. He was the man of the house and I had never heard this side of him. A little dominating. A shiver went through me.

Jennifer watched me, waiting for my answer.

"No, we're going to have a girl's night. We're going to stay up in my room, swap stories about boys, and probably just sleep there."

There, I said it. It was out. I watched him for his reaction.

He shrugged and drank his beer.

I waited for more. The silence dragged out.

He finished his beer and crushed and tossed the can in the recycle bin. "I feel like I'm interrupting something. Sorry, ladies. I'll get out of your hair."

Desmond crossed over to me and then hugged me and kissed my forehead. He held his lips there, and I loved the feeling. His arms held me so easily. So effortlessly. I felt as light as a feather. He let me go and stood up.

"Can I get a hug, too?" asked Jennifer. She used such a small voice. She looked at me and I nodded, smiling.

"Sure? For my mom's new friend, I can do that."

Desmond went over and hugged her, his arms wrapping around her back and pulling her up to him. He kissed her forehead, too, and that shocked me. It shocked Jennifer too judging by her face. He let her go and stood up. His jeans looked a little tight to me and I looked away.

"Night ladies, don't stay up too late." Desmond grinned at me and walked away to head upstairs.

We listened to him head into the bathroom. A moment later, the toilet flushed and then his bedroom door closed.

I stared at Jennifer the entire time, and she stared back.

"Wow," she said.

"He kissed your forehead," I said at almost the same time.

She giggled. "He did. I guess I'm your friend now?"

"If you want to be."

"Would you like that?"

I nodded. "I haven't had a girlfriend since high school. I think I need this. Would you mind?"

"God, no. It's been a long time since I had someone to be open with. Talk through things. I missed this. Badly. I know we've just met, and this is going really fast, probably because of the wine, but I feel so at peace right now. Comfortable. Happy."

I stared at her, trying to get her face to imprint on my memory. She was dazzling gorgeous. Petite, slim, busty, with a perfect complexion, and her hair shone in the dimmed light of the sunroom. Her legs were stretched out like mine and her skin shone. She was beautiful.

"You think I'm beautiful?"

I started and then realised I had spoken the last thought out loud. "You are. So beautiful."

Her face warmed, and she looked embarrassed. "So are you. So tall and beautiful. Desmond looks at you like my father used to look at me. Did you know that? Can you see it?"

I shook my head, fear running through me. Speaking of this made it real, and I didn't want it to be real. I wanted it to remain just a fantasy. I could only see pain and rejection down those thoughts.

I went to sip my wine but found my glass empty. I stared at it like it had betrayed me. "How much wine did we drink?" My words were slurred.

"A lot. Way more than we should have. It just went with the company."

I was afraid of my next words, and I forced them out. "Ready for bed?"

She nodded.

We rose, and I led the way to my bedroom. The stair steps felt higher than normal. The hallway stretched to infinity. And then we were inside my bedroom, and the door closed behind us, sealing off the outside world. I turned to her and found her right behind me.

Her arms went around my waist, and she placed the left side of her face up against my collar bone and hugged me. I could feel my breasts pressed against her, and right below them, her breasts pressed up against my upper stomach. We fit together perfectly.

I plunked my chin on top of her head. "I, ah, sleep naked."

"Me, too," came her muffled reply.

"I need to pee, first."

"Me, too. You go first."

I did my business, and I took a moment to freshen up my, ah, lady bits. I stared at my face in the mirror in disbelief. I hurried back and she used the bathroom, and then we found ourselves back in each other's arms. She looked up at me. I could see how drunk she was. As drunk as me, most likely. I gazed into her eyes and saw nothing but admiration in them. Her lips were wet and plump and delicious looking. I knew then that I was attracted to women, and it upended everything I thought I knew about myself. American society frowns on same-sex relationships. The result of far too much interference by a repressed tiny segment of the US population. Part of me had been swayed by that overly loud misinformed minority. I fought those useless voices in my head.

Imagine being at the top of a building and wanting to jump. Knowing you could fly but everyone says you can't. That's how I felt. Trapped between what my heart wanted and what society expected of me. Was I strong enough for this? Would this change me? Make me have regrets? Would I wake in the morning and hate myself, or hate Jennifer for allowing it to happen?

I had no idea. But I was drunk. And horny. And Jennifer, in that moment of time, looked like everything I could possibly need or want.

I lowered my head, staring into those eyes. My lips crept closer and closer to the event that would likely change my life. My heart pounded so hard in my chest, I swear I could hear it. My lips grew closer and closer to hers. She raised herself on her toes, reaching higher.

And then our lips touched every so lightly. She stared back at me with the same fears that would tear my heart. It was a mirrored look that convinced me this was the right thing to do. My lips pressed a little harder, enjoying the pillowy feel of her lips against mine. She pressed back. My tongue, all on its own, parted my lips and probed ever so gently outside my mouth and found the tip of hers already there to meet mine.

The moment my tongue touched hers, I was lost. Our mouths pressed harder, and our tongues grew bolder. Her arms around my lower back pulled me tighter, and I soon had my hands around her upper back, pulling her in. Pressing her body against mine. Our lips pursed and softened and guided our tongues and then I was inside her mouth. My tongue brushed her teeth and found the hard upper palate. Her tongue danced in my mouth, and I could taste her sweet, wine drenched mouth.

We necked, standing just inside my bedroom. I was making noises without trying to. They just escaped me. It had been far too long since I had been intimate with anyone. Far too long, but my body remembered. Craved it. Needed it. My hands stroked her back, and hers did the same to mine. I was making out with a woman. A gorgeous, vibrant, Asian woman.

She broke off the kiss and looked up at me and licked her lips. "Wow. That was amazing."

"I want you," I whispered.

"I want you," she replied.

"I don't know what to do," I admitted. "This is a huge first for me."

"Me, too."

"Are you scared?"

"Yes. Are you?"

"Very."

"We can wait."

"I don't think I can, Jennifer."

"God, me either."

And we kissed again.

It didn't take long. She tugged on my dress, and I quickly pulled it off my shoulders. I pulled at hers and it pooled at her feet beside mine. We only stopped kissing to get undressed, one item at a time. Her hands fumbled with my bra clasp, and I fumbled with hers. It's backwards undoing someone else's bra, and we laughed into our mouths as we failed and tried again.

Our bras slipped off our shoulders and fell to the floor, and together we mashed our breasts against one another and moaned at the wonderful feeling. Her hands found the waistband of my panties and I found hers. We pushed them down but could only reach so far. We stepped away, glancing at each other's hanging breasts as we bent to remove our panties. I caught a glimpse of a trimmed, black-haired pussy and then with horror realised mine must look like a blonde jungle.

Before I could think, we were pressed back together, kissing, tongues exploring, hands fondling our backs, moving lower to cup firm ass cheeks, squeezing and groping, each moaning the pleasure into the other's mouth.

I couldn't get enough air, I sucked it in past her mouth and tongue and she did the same. We broke, breathing heavy, and stared at each other's flushed faces. I grabbed her hand and pulled her to my bed. We collapsed in the middle, on our sides and squirmed together, relishing in the feel of each other's naked female bodies pressed together.

We kissed for a long, long, time. Hands touched only backs, shoulders, necks, hair, lower backs, and then our ass cheeks. I gripped her ass and pulled the firm, round, cheeks apart. My hand crossed over her buttocks, and I felt the heat coming from between her legs. I was wetter than I ever remembered being. My whole body cried out for this. Needed this. Wanted this.

Tears leaked from our eyes as we stared into each other's soul. I had never been this close to another person and so completely in tune with what they needed and how. There was no mystery other than how she felt compared to my own body. But I was a woman and so was she. We understood each other, and it was glorious. I never had a moment like this with my husband. I didn't think it was possible to have this with a man and I felt a small sadness.

We didn't rush anything. We took our time, careful not to cross any imagined lines. We left room for the other to pull away and stop it. But neither of us did. It just took time.

She was the first to touch our pussies. I felt her hand slide down my stomach, and I flinched. She stopped, and I moaned and shook my head and her hand resumed. I held my breath and pressed my lips harder against hers. I wanted it so bad. Her fingers touched my pubic hairs and flowed through them like a comb, sinking lower and over my mons. Her finger slipped past my clitoris, and I moaned in frustration and then...

I broke our kiss and moaned deeply as her fingers slipped over my outer lips. She was so light in touch and the feeling was out of this world. My husband had never touched me so intimately. She was so completely aware of how to touch me. Jennifer watched my face, and I watched her back through half-lidded eyes. Her middle finger slipped past my outer lips and pressed inside. No woman had ever touched me there. It was perfect. My senses of hearing, taste, and smell seemed overly heightened.

My own hand slid down her body as she continued to tease my outer lips and just inside. Light feathery touches that burned deep inside me. My hand crossed her flat, tone stomach and I felt the little patch of hair, left on her mons. I spread my fingers and avoided her clitoris as she had done with me. I smiled at her scowl and slipped my fingers down over her outer lips and marvelled at the smooth, shaved skin. I pressed her lips together and she moaned, never breaking eye contact.

I was loving this. I was touching another woman in her most private area, and she was loving what I was doing to her. I felt powerful. Strong. Vibrant. With a shock I realised I felt more like a woman than I ever had during my entire life. This was perfect. My whole soul was singing, happy to have discovered a rich secret in life. The joy two women can bring each other. It was beautiful and beyond what I could emotionally handle. I felt my tears fall and Jennifer kissed them.

I slipped a finger inside her, wondering at just how different it felt from mine, and just how well I knew it already. She was soaking wet. Her juices were thick and slippery, and I spread them around. She was doing the same to me and I felt the stirring of orgasmic bliss start its beautiful rise within me.

We were panting and our breaths washed over each other. Her exhale was my inhale, and we shared the oxygen in the room. Our fingers probed gently, spreading lips, touching the vaginal opening to seek more moisture. We could hear our fingers working and the wet sound was magic to my ears.

How could anyone think lesbian sex was depraved or evil? It felt like the most natural thing I had ever done. Natural like childbirth, except this was the pleasure that women feel and not the pain of bringing a child into the world. I felt at peace with my prior doubts. They had vanished with the intimate understanding that two people can love each other and pleasure each other.

I raised a finger and gently touched her clitoris. I knew exactly where it was and how to touch it. I was gentle and watched her eyes flutter and close. Her hand stopped between my legs, and I smiled. I gently played with her little, hard bud. She was as excited as me. I continued to play with her, and her hips started to thrust at me and my fingers. I switched my finger for my thumb and then pressed two fingers into her vagina. She moaned deeper than I woman should be able to, and I thrilled at the sound. I made her do that. I was proud of myself.

I pushed her away from me and onto her back. She gasped and looked at me confused and then I lowered my mouth to her left nipple, after taking a brief moment to enjoy the look of her dark, thick nipple. It filled my mouth and I sucked gently. My hand continued to thrust into her vagina and my thumb stroked her clitoris. She writhed under me. Her hand slipped from my pussy and slipped up past my face, leaving a streak of my own juices across my cheek. Her hand slipped up through my hair and held my mouth to her breast and nipple.

I sucked and nibbled gently on her hard nipple. My fingers continued their play on her clitoris and vagina. She flooded my fingers and made it easier and better. She was close to an orgasm. I could feel her body vibrating under me. Moans escaped her and her breathing stopped and started. Her hips started to buck higher and higher, and I held on.

She came.

It was an explosion of sound and motion. She pressed my head hard against her breast and I bit her nipple a little harder. My fingers didn't stop. I knew she had to push past this first orgasm and reach the next one. The bigger one. I bit and sucked and fucked her pussy with my hand, driving my fingers in deeper, harder, and faster.

I was lost in the pleasure of giving pleasure. I almost felt like her orgasm was my own. She screeched and made the most delightful sounds. And I continued my ministrations. She calmed but I didn't stop. And then she exploded again. She cried, her head thrashed and then lifted and looked down at my hand fucking her and then her head flopped back, and she continued to orgasm.

I wished I could feel that. I was envious of her but so happy for her. I watched her orgasm and wondered if that was how I looked. Except, I had never cum like that.

She clamped her thighs and hand on my hand, stopping me, and pulled my head off her nipple with her hand yanking on my hair. I looked down at her, my eyes equally glazed and happy, and smiled.

"Oh my God, Jessica..." she moaned. "I have no words to describe that! That was..."

I grinned. I was proud of myself.

Her thighs loosened and I pulled my hand free when she released it and looked at it. It was covered in her juices, and I could smell her so clearly. The smell touched my nostrils and my mouth watered. She watched as I put my fingers near my mouth. I watched her and then put one in my mouth tasting a pussy other than my own for the first time.

She was delicious. The moment the tangy sweet juices touched my tongue I knew I would happily eat her out. I put a second finger in my mouth and sucked and moaned. Her eyes went wide as she watched me.

"Jessica, that's so hot. I can't believe you're doing that!"

"You taste amazing."

"Let me taste."

I put my fingers in her mouth and she gripped my hand and held it there. I felt her tongue swirl around my digits and the feeling went right to my pussy. She sucked and then licked my hand clean.

I kissed her and tasted her all over again.

Jennifer pushed me away and I fell back laughing. She scooted on top of me, legs on either side of my waist and kissed me. She grabbed my breasts and found my nipples and pinched them lightly. I moaned into her mouth. I sucked her tongue hard into my own and she moaned. I could feel the wet heat from her pussy on my stomach and loved it.

I loved being a lesbian. I had never felt so free. I had woken something up inside myself and knew I could never not be with a woman ever again. This was the most beautiful intimacy I had ever experienced. I broke our kiss.

"Jennifer?"

"Yes?"

"That was the most beautiful thing I have ever done. Thank you." More of my tears leaked and I saw and felt hers splash on my face. Women are very emotional. I love being a woman.

"Baby, you just rocked my world. That was intense. So intense. I've never felt so in touch. Even with my father."

"Wow. You'll have to explain all that to me one day."

"Soon. But first, I think I owe you something..."

I raised an eyebrow knowing what she owed me but not how.

She grinned at me, then kissed me quick, and then her mouth started leaving tender kisses along my jaw line. Up to my ear and she sucked on my ear lobe. My body erupted in goosebumps. Her lips brushed me, her tongue gave little licks, her long hair stroked my skin in soft caresses. It was the most pleasure I had ever felt, and my pussy flooded with desire. I could still taste her in my mouth and my tongue looked for more of her flavour. I already needed more. I wanted to taste her directly. To eat her out, I thought and the naughtiness of that thought thrilled me.

Jennifer continued to kiss me around my head, neck and ears, and then she moved lower. She kissed and licked my collar bones, down between my breasts to my stomach. My nipples ached, wanting to feel her hot wet mouth on them. She licked under my breasts, and I strained my upper torso upwards to meet her mouth, thrusting my breasts toward her. She pushed down on my shoulders, and I got the hint. I relaxed as best I could and gave in to her mouth.

Her mouth and tongue touched the lower part of my left breast and my breathing hitched, stopped, and started. Her tongue snaked out and licked upwards toward my hardened nipple. My nipples had never been so hard. They hurt so badly. Then her tongue found my left nipple and I moaned. I went to lift a hand to her head, but she stopped me. I laughed and then moaned as her mouth engulfed my nipple, drawing it in with soft suction, and then harder, and then her teeth nipped at it and a small orgasm rippled through me, so completely unexpected, it stunned me.

"Shh," she whispered. "Not so loud..."

I was being loud? Was I making sounds? Oh my God, could Desmond hear us in here? My mind whirled. Of course, he can. He's probably jerking off listening to us, right now. His hard cock in his strong hands, stroking himself. His cum erupting in gouts.

I can watch that later, I realised remembering the nanny cam in the teddy bear, and another small orgasm lit me up.

Jennifer traced a wet line down the vertical crease in the middle of my abdomen to my belly button. Her tongue swirled inside it, and it tickled and went straight to my pussy. I giggled and then gasped as she went lower. Was she? Was she going to...?

She grabbed my thighs and pushed them up and apart. I naturally helped her. I looked down, worried to see a bad expression on her face. Instead, I saw her lust as she gazed up past my pussy to me.

"You're beautiful," she whispered, her voice thick with desire, and then lowered her mouth to my pussy.

My husband had rarely done this. When we first started dating, he had with gusto. But over the months it waned, and after we were married, it had all but stopped. So did the blowjobs.

Jennifer was a natural. She licked me in ways that had me gripping the bed sheets and trying to pull my body down and into her mouth. She tongued my vagina, digging deep, and then up through my tender, engorged folds, and circled my clitoris with a hard pointed tongue.

I had never felt so much pleasure. My legs spread wide to grant her full access, and she rewarded me by sucking lightly on my clitoris. I felt so swollen down there and wet. Her tongue lapped and lapped and then her face moved away. I glanced down and saw her smile at me, her lips and chin slick with my juices.

"Don't stop me, I want to do this," she said cryptically and then she lowered her face and bathed my asshole with her tongue.

I fucking came in a shuddering, screaming frenzy. The pleasure started at the top of head. I could feel it pulsing through my scalp and then down across my painfully hard nipples. It swam through my stomach, heating it and clenching it, and then swiftly down through my vagina and ripped through my entire pussy. I clenched hard at the pleasure, screaming who knows what. My legs spasmed and then clamped around her head, crushing it, and holding her there. I would never let her leave my pussy. I needed more of that magical tongue, and I thrust at it. She gripped my ass and pulled me tighter and the orgasm crested again, surprising me. I choked on a sob, my emotions overwhelming me.

She pressed hard on my thighs and pushed my legs apart. I heard her breath deep and then she licked my clitoris. It was too much, and I pushed down on her head to get her away from me. She chuckled, and I lifted my head, my eyes swimming and unfocused to look at her. She was beautiful. Her smile was wide and bright. Her face was covered in my juices, and she licked her lips.

I reached down and grabbed her head none-to-gently to pull her up and she slid up my body deliciously, with her breasts caressing my skin, to find my hungry mouth. My lips crushed hers and slipped across them with my slick, sweet juices. I licked at her mouth and then probed deep, thrusting my tongue in her mouth searching for more of my flavour.

We became animals. Unable to press ourselves together enough. Our combined sweat, our juices, and our spit covered us and made everything more pleasurable. My hormones were on overdrive. Nothing existing except her and our mutual pleasure.

I felt I was ignoring her own pleasure, and I felt guilty. I forced her over onto her back, and I wasn't gentle. She squeaked and then moaned when my mouth closed on her nipple. I sucked the hard nub into my mouth and relished the feel of it. I switched nipples and sucked again. Her hands slid through my hair to my head and held me there and I bit gently. I pressed both of her breasts together and sucked both nipples at once. She was making the most beautiful sounds. Everything I did was rewarded with a small sound of pleasure and it guided me. Let me learn what made her happy and feel pleasure.

My God, I managed to think clearly for a brief moment, making love to a woman is so much better than a man. She's so responsive. So ready and willing. So soft. And so, so, hard when the time is right.

I had to taste her entire body and started my quest. I was out of control. I no longer had any inhibitions, and the liberation was soul changing. I licked her breasts, sucked as much flesh along with her nipples into my mouth. I lifted her arms and licked her sides along her rib cage eliciting a fit of giggles. I swirled my tongue in her tiny belly button. I would rise up quickly and nip at her neck, and ear lobes, descend to a nipple and then down around her stomach. I wanted to taste every inch of her.

All the time my thoughts were focused on her pussy. I could smell her so clearly. It was heavenly and my mouth watered, letting me lick more and more of her exposed flesh. My tongue finally brushed her patch of downy hair, the only hair she had down there, and her smell of arousal grew stronger in my nostrils.

My fingers slid down and caressed her calves, squeezing and tickling. I stroked the back of her knees and she groaned letting me know I had found a lovely spot. I slid down and lifted a leg and licked inside her knee and stared down at her swollen pussy. She was shaved and her lips were parted and gleaming.

I licked up her thigh and then, too hungry to continue teasing her, I lapped at my first pussy. The first taste was so much better than I had hoped, and I knew I could never be without it. People describe the taste of pussy and never truly get it right. Her taste on my tongue was tangy and sweet. Beyond pale words. It was nectar. It was honey. It was mine and I dove in.

I pushed up both her legs and she grabbed them holding them high under her knees. I could see her beautiful pussy spread open and soaking in her juices and my spit. Below, her asshole pulsed and called to me, remembering the pleasure she had given me there. I licked her from her rosebud to her clit and she moaned deep and loud. Her head was thrown back, her hair strewn about and in disarray, and her mouth was open wide sucking in air. Grunts and groans poured from her. I looked up over her body and loved the image of her breasts rising firm above her slim ribcage. Her nipples jutted hard into the air. I reached up and twisted them and placed my mouth on her clitoris and sucked gently.

Jennifer came on my mouth. Juices poured from her and she spasmed and grabbed my head forcefully and pressed me hard against her pussy. I lapped and sucked and swallowed her nectar. I had never tasted anything better.

I wanted her to cum again and continued to eat her. I licked and sucked every part of her pussy and asshole. I was starving and she was my dessert. She came again and again and then pushed hard at my head and clamped her legs closed and rolled onto her side, gasping and panting.

I slid behind her and carefully rearranged her hair and pulled it from her face where it was plastered by her sweat. I spooned behind her and sucked her earlobe, kissed her cheek, and then stretched my head around to her mouth. She twisted her head toward me and we kissed gently. Our tongues lapping up our combined juices and probing our mouths. She shuddered over and over.

"I just keep cuming," she moaned into my mouth. "Oh, my fuck, it's so powerful. Jessica! Oh, Jessica! That was amazing. Thank you! Thank you, so much!"

I held her until her shakes stopped. And then she turned on her side to face me. Our noses touched and we stared into each other's eyes. I could get lost in her deep brown eyes. Her lashes were long and gave her eyes a beauty I don't think I had ever noticed before in other women. I kissed her lips and then smiled at her.

"Welcome to the neighborhood!"

We laughed, then giggled, and kissed while we giggled. Hands roamed and found wet places to explore and tease. Nipples were sucked gently, and breasts caressed. Necks were nibbled and backs stroked. We were lost in our intent to simply pleasure the other and I lost myself in what I was doing and what she was doing. We would stop by some understood sign and cuddle and hold each other, soaking up each other's heat. Then we would resume. It was a never-ending cycle of pleasure and relaxation.

I had never been so intimate with someone. So closely connected. My heart was on fire, and my soul? My soul was singing louder than it had in any other time in my life. I thought of Desmond then, holding him in my arms right after giving birth, and looking into his eyes. No, I realised, the pleasure with Jennifer is only a close second to the birth of my son. I pushed those lovely thoughts away and focused on the woman in my arms.

"Are we lesbians?" I asked her, smiling.

"Hmm. Probably."

We stared at each other and then giggled again.

"Tell me about your father," I asked.

I watched her eyes roam about my face before settling back on my eyes.

"When he died, it was horrible. Not in how he died. That was painless for him, the doctors said. But it was horrible for me. I was living with him in Los Angeles. We had an expansive studio apartment. After mom died when I was ten, it was just me and my dad. A little like you and Desmond."

On hearing my son's name my heart pounded. He had to have heard us having sex. He now knew I was a lesbian. What would he think of me now? He would hate me; I was sure of it. Deal with it later, I reasoned. Enjoy this moment while it lasts. I'll talk to him later and he'll simply have to understand.

Then a part of me worried if I had ruined any chance to... Don't finish that, Jessica! I admonished myself. Just don't!

I pushed all that away with difficulty and focused on my lover. My female lover, I accepted, and a rush of warmth and a ripple of joy ran through me.

I could see in Jennifer's eyes she was reliving her memories of life with her father. I focused on her and her words. She deserved my complete attention.

"Dad and I were always close. I matured and noticed the looks he gave me. Not dirty looks. They were looks of appreciation. He admired my figure and that gave me a confidence I never knew existed. I loved him all the more for that. I looked just like mom. And he missed her so deeply. I found him many times crying. In many different ways..."

I sensed something more. "What do you mean?" I kissed her nose.

She blushed. "Once he drank a little too much. He rarely drank, but it was a day after an anniversary of her death. I had just turned eighteen the month before. I went to check on him and he was passed out naked on the bed, lying on his back. A framed picture of mom and me was lying beside him. He was naked and had all this white cum splattered up his stomach and chest. I didn't want to, but I had to. For my father, you see. So, I got a warm washcloth and cleaned him up. He never stirred once."

"You washed his cum off him?"

She nodded and bit her lip looking at me to see if I was judging her. I wasn't and said so. "Keep going, tell me more."

"I-I... I washed his penis," she blurted quickly. "That was hard to do at first. Seeing your father's penis is not... normal. I... I... I took my time, Jessica. I enjoyed it. Because it was my father, do you see? I was taking care of him. I was being the dutiful daughter, and it gave me pleasure. I washed him carefully."

"Then what happened?"

"I shouldn't tell you this."

"Go ahead, I won't judge you."

"Are you sure? You may not look at me the same way again."

"I'm sure."

"I touched it. I had never had a penis so close and exposed to me. I wanted to examine it. So, I did. I looked it all over. It was so soft. I touched his scrotum. Felt his testicles. It was amazing."

"And he was passed out the whole time?"

She giggled, warming to her story. I could see it excited her to tell it to me. "Yes. Dad had drunk an entire bottle of sake. He was snoring hard the whole time."

"You bad girl," I said and gave her ass a small smack. I grinned at her, and she laughed. She was lovely.

"And then I thought, why not taste it, too? So, I put the head of his penis in my mouth."

"You did not!"

She nodded her head on the pillow and grinned. "I did! I put it in my mouth and held it there and then let it go. It tasted good. Not bad. Not great. Just good. Then I noticed his penis was getting larger. So, I put it in my mouth again and this time ran my tongue over the head. It felt so weird. Spongy. Jessica, it started to grow! It was so amazing to watch. It transformed. Swelled. Grew longer. His scrotum tightened. I watched it all, fascinated. It was like a whole other living thing.

"I held it in my hand and couldn't believe how it felt. It was so soft, Jessica. But underneath, it was so hard. Hard so it could fuck women. I knew that. And the heat coming off it. It was like a small furnace! The head of his cock was so much bigger and squishy. I had a hard, hot penis in my hand that could go inside me. And I wanted that, to feel the hardness and heat, but I was too afraid. So I just played with it."

"What do you mean?"

"I stroked it a little. I looked into the little slit at the top and watched clear liquid ooze out. I tasted it. It was slippery and sweet. Not like candy, a different kind of sweet. I loved it. I put dad's cock into my mouth and sucked on it for the first time. I wanted more of the liquid. His pre-cum. I felt so naughty. But I also felt like a child locked in a toy store. I had complete freedom to do what I wanted. So I sucked him. And licked him.

"After a bit I realised I really liked having a penis in my mouth. Especially my father's. I felt powerful and hungry. I sucked and sucked."

"And your dad stayed sleeping?"

"Oh yes, he did. He would moan though and sometimes his hips moved. By his moaning, I could figure out what gave him the most pleasure. I licked his scrotum and he really liked that. Pre-cum was pouring out and I licked it all up. And I kept sucking him and I touched myself."

"You masturbated while sucking your father's penis?"

"Yes. I couldn't help myself. I came a couple of times sucking my father's penis."

"Then what happened."

"He came. Right into my mouth. It surprised me so much. I knew it could do that, of course. But I wasn't ready for it. I hadn't thought through to this point. I froze when his cock pulsed hard in my mouth. It spasmed in my hand, lurching like a little animal. He shot his cum deep into my mouth."

"Oh my God," I murmured. Her story was turning me on immensely. For a second, I wished I was her and her dad was my son.

"I stayed that way, his cock pulsing and his cum filling my mouth. I kept my lips around his shaft and held it. I didn't know what to do. I thought of running to the bathroom and spitting it out. But I swallowed it instead. I surprised myself again. A little had already slipped down, and I thought, what's a little more? So down it went."

"Jennifer!" I exclaimed, and she grinned at me. "How was it?"

"Bitter. Sweet, too. Sticky. Slimy. I fucking loved it. I don't know why. I think about that first taste all the time. The best reason I have for swallowing it is I am a woman and cum is meant for me. So, I took it and claimed it."

I stared at her with admiration. "Jennifer, that is so hot what you just said."

Jennifer stroked my pussy and felt how wet I was. Her story and her touch had me horny again, and I moaned. "Want me to take care of that?" she smiled.

I hesitated. I did want that. "Sadly, no. Not right now, keep talking, this is hot!"

"Okay. So that was the first time. I cleaned up and then pulled the bed covers over him. And I kissed him good night. Not a daughter kiss. I really kissed him." Her eyes had a faraway look.

"Had you brushed your teeth?"

"No! Later I realised I had cum swapped with my father. A little bit, anyway."

"Did he ever find out?"

"No. But I eventually told him once we became lovers. He was shocked. But he wasn't upset. He said he wished he had woken up."

"Why does that make me so hot?"

Jennifer searched my eyes. I loved watching her gorgeous exotic eyes peering into mine. "Because I think all girls dream of their daddy at some point. Maybe fleeting. Maybe more than that. But it occurs to them. I know it does."

"Me, too, actually."

"That is my experience. I researched it a lot. I always loved my father, but now I wanted him in another way. It scared me and repulsed me. I was repulsed by myself. I felt disgusting. Shameful. Father knew I wasn't doing okay, but not the reason why. He was so caring. Hugging me. Holding me. It just made it worse."

"What happened next?"

"I should describe my father to you. He was my height. Very Japanese looking, ha! But he was fit. He did a lot of martial arts. Such strong arms and hands. He was beautiful to me. He was into very healthy lifestyles, and we always ate well. I was certain I would never have another opportunity like I had with him that evening. He rarely drank and usually only on the anniversary. I realised if I wanted that again I would have to make it happen."

"What did you do?"

"I started dressing more provocatively. Exposing my skin to him in little ways. I looked at pictures of mom and started to dress like her. Dad noticed right away. He looked more at me and longer at me. I found ways to see him watching me without him knowing. Mirrors, toasters, anything that would let me see him watching me.

"One night I heard a noise and I crept over to his bedroom. His door never shut properly and sometimes opened by itself. I could see in and there he was. He was lying on his bed, naked, holding the same picture of mom and me, and he was playing with himself. I stood there and watched him the whole time. He stroked himself, and I played with myself. I was so wet watching my father pleasure himself. I wanted to run in. Admit my lust for him and ravish him. But I couldn't. I could only watch. Then he came and my life changed."

"How?"

"I had expected words from him to be my mother's name. Instead, he moaned MY name."

"Oh my God!" I thought that was beautiful. "That's beautiful!"

She nodded at me. "That night drinking he had drunk that much sake because he had wanted me. He drank to stop himself from acting out. The anniversary of my mother's death made him miss her and I was her spitting image. I had no idea he felt that way. All the time I was parading around looking like her, I was driving him crazy with lust. And he hated himself for it. I was being a terrible daughter."

My eyes were wide open, and I hung on her every word.

"This is why I know what Desmond sees in you. I can see the exact same looks he gives you that my father gave me. It is lust, regret, love, and sorrow, all wrapped into one bitter, jagged pill. It consumed my father. Tore him down. For years he suffered. Desmond will be the same way, Jessica. Trust me on this."

I thought about that for a long time and Jennifer gave me a moment to process it.

"We will talk tomorrow about that, okay? No pressure. But let me finish my tale. It is almost over. I heard my father call out my name when he came. The surprise was so great that I came, too. He heard me and I fled to my room. I cowered under the blankets of my bed, ashamed, and terribly excited at the same time. Then came a knock on my door. My father came in and slipped under my blankets and held me. He spoke gently to me. Apologized. We talked about mom for a bit. Then I kissed him. And he kissed me back.

"We made love and never stopped until he passed. To him, I was his wife reborn, but also his daughter. We lived a beautiful life together. Like husband and wife. Rumors started, we never figured out from who, but slowly the family started to realise we were much more than father and daughter. Father fought them. Pushed them all away. And we found a peace for ourselves.

"When he died, the family descended like vultures. Looking for blood. They had held back because of father. With him gone, I was free game for their lies and scheming. They wanted father's money. Lawyers got involved. It was nasty. In the end, I fled. I moved from city to city. They always found me, and I would run again."

"Why are they so angry?"

"Because my father was very rich, Jessica."

"Really?"

"The wine we drank tonight?"

"Yes?"

"It is around six hundred dollars a bottle."

"What?"

She giggled. "We drank four of them."

I did the math. "Oh, my God!"

"Worth it," she murmured and kissed me. "Don't worry about it. Money means little to me. This," and she kissed me a little harder. "This means everything to me. I missed this. I needed this. Thank you."

I stared at her in surprise. Who was this incredible woman? She had waltzed into my life only yesterday and now I could taste and smell her wonderful nectar on my lips. I had never in my life had sexual thoughts about a woman. The thought had repulsed me. But now? I smiled at her and pushed myself down her body and ate her out.

She came in minutes and then swung around for a 69. Our first. It was the best thing ever. Women's bodies are perfect for a 69. You can completely mash yourselves together. It felt like putting in the last piece of a jigsaw puzzle.

We could have gone all night had we not needed to sleep so badly. It was four AM before we finally fell asleep. I insisted on aspirin and water before we slept and by the way my head felt when I woke at noon, I probably would have died without it.

* * *

Jennifer shook me awake. I was lying mostly on top of her with my left leg holding her down. I was groggy and my head pounded something awful. I groaned. She shook me harder.

"Jessica! Wake up! Your son is outside your bedroom door."

"My son?"

"Desmond! He knocked on your door! Wake up!"

My eyes fluttered open and then the night events came thundering full throttle into my head. I lifted my head in fright.

"Oh my God! Desmond is at the door?"

"Yes, he says he has breakfast for us."

I disengaged from Jennifer, and my hand brushed her breasts. I look down at her and was pleased to feel my lust for her return. I was worried last night that in the morning I would have regrets. I sat up, my breasts exposed and hanging and looked at her.

She looked worried to me. She watched me closely.

I smiled and wrapped my right hand around her neck and pulled her in for a kiss. Our tongues found each other and then we pulled away, holding our hands over our mouths.

"Oh my God, our breaths stink!" I laughed.

She giggled.

A knock at my door sobered us. "Mom? I have breakfast."

"Ah, okay, hon. Give us a minute to freshen up and we'll be right down!" My heart was pounding.

"No. I have it here. Breakfast in bed."

Jennifer looked at me in surprise.

"What? You have breakfast for us for in here?"

"Yes! Can I come in?"

I looked at our naked bodies and shrieked "No! One minute!"

We both grabbed at the duvet pushed down to the bottom of the bed and pulled it up to our chins. We sat back on the headboard. My heart was threatening to escape my chest and bounce around the room.

I looked at Jennifer and then myself. We were decent. Just naked and lying together in bed. "Um, okay. Come in." I heard the quaver in my voice.

The doorknob jiggled for a moment and then turned. The door pushed open a little and then I heard the clink of plates and then the door was pushed open by Desmond's foot. He held our large wooden tray in his hands, and it was heaped with food.

I watched him and waited for his eyes to fall on us. Please God, don't make this worse, I prayed. Not that I believed in God, but every little bit helped. Desmond's eyes rose and met mine. I almost sobbed in relief. He looked amused. Amused! In one moment, the dominos between being a child and a mature adult man were toppled and I was so proud of my son.

Jennifer grasped my hand under the covers and squeezed it.

I sobbed once. It escaped me and I covered my mouth with my free hand.

Desmond smiled at me. "It's okay, mom. I'm happy for you. I really am."

My chin quivered and I couldn't speak. Tears splashed down my cheeks in little rivulets. I was emotionally all messed up. But seeing Desmond's acceptance made everything I had done with Jennifer all the more special to me. I looked at her and saw her eyes were wet for me.

I kissed her. I had to. And then looked at Desmond. Now he looked a little spooked.

"Um, breakfast. Is served. Where do you want it?"

I wiped at my eyes and nose. "Um, right here on the bed, hon. That would be perfect, thanks."

Desmond went to put it on our laps. The tray had legs that folded down that let you eat in bed with it over your lap. For it to work, Jennifer and I would need to be closer. The tray was only so wide.

Jennifer scooted closer and patted my lap. Which caused the duvet to slip down exposing both of our breasts. I squeaked and pulled it up.

Desmond stood frozen for a moment staring at where my breasts were. I could see his desire. I knew what Jennifer had spoken about. I watched him wrestle with it in his head. I could no longer try to deny it. My son lusted after me. I felt my heart lift and soar.

"Sorry about that, Desmond."

"Uh, sure, no problem. Here..." He reached over the bed with the tray and set it down over our laps.

It was a feast. It was one plate for us to share, covered with sausages and bacon, scrambled eggs, hash browns, fresh fruit, and white toast. He had placed a few of the restaurant jam packages with it. We had coffee, orange juice, bottled water, and a jar of Tylenol. It was perfect, but it was the small water glass containing two little marigolds from the garden that had my attention.

"I thought you would be hungry and maybe your heads would be hurting a little."

I looked at Desmond with nothing but love and admiration. "Baby, this is wonderful! How'd I end up with such a perfect son?"

He shrugged but smiled that little boy smile I knew so well. Maybe there was one more domino left in him, and I loved that.

I bit my lip and tore off the band-aid. "Did you hear us last night?" I braced myself.

He nodded. "Um, I think the neighbours heard you. You guys were very loud. VERY loud."

I was embarrassed to my core. I looked at him and he seemed to be okay with it. I could also see the dark lines under his eyes. "Did we keep you up?"

"Kind of, yeah. I'm right next door, remember?"

Jennifer snorted. "I bet. It's not every night you hear your mother and her female lover making out all night."

Desmond suddenly looked like he wanted to be anywhere but here. But he remained. I was proud of him in that moment. "True. True. Okay. Okay, I'll leave you two be. Enjoy. Your breakfast, I mean. I mean, enjoy your breakfast."

He walked to the bedroom door and then stopped and looked back at me. "I'm really happy for you, mom. You too, Jennifer." He left and closed the door behind him.

I stared at Jennifer. "Wow."

"Wow is right. Did you like how I exposed our tits to him?"

"You didn't!"

She nodded her head and giggled. I loved her laugh. "You tramp!"

"Takes one to know one! Let's dig in. I'm starved."

We started eating, feeding each other, and then Jennifer snorted.

"What's so funny?"

"I bet it absolutely smells like our sex in here..."

End of Part One

Author's Closing Comments:

I have a problem. I have too many story ideas and not enough free time to write them all. This one was screaming at me, so I played hooky from work and wrote 24K words in two days.

Tell me what you think!

Stay sexy my friends,

Lana Ocean

January 2022

All rights reserved. Copyright © 2022 Lana Ocean

My Son My Conqueror Pt. 02
A mother struggling with feelings for her son takes steps.  
Thank you for the positive feedback and constructive criticism of this story. I read every comment that is sent my way and the DMs. This story has generated quite a bit of comment and I find that fascinating. My incest stories always seem to find an audience, and I am grateful.

The story continues with Jessica struggling to fight her desires. It's no small feat, I believe, to go from being a mother to a lover of your son. It should never be portrayed as a simple descent into incestuous affairs. And I am trying to do just that: slow it down. I also believe that when it happens, it's no small thing. It's an all-or-nothing type of event. Let me know how successful or unsuccessful you feel I am being.

I've also appreciated the plot ideas some people have posted. It thrills me when readers get into my stories so much they imagine where it can all possibly go. That's the magic of writing: you can go wherever you want. And do whatever you want. It's liberating and I find it so very satisfying. I encourage everyone to try their hand at writing. There's nothing better than a good tale, irrespective of what you think of your talent.

I've opted to finish this tale with this part. I like how it ends. Sorry to those readers who wanted more. I've added an epilogue to wrap up the story and provide some closure. The epilogue was the start of Part Three.

One quick thing: you may notice I have switched to American English in this story. Simply put: the story is Jessica's, and she's American. I haven't always done that, but this I wanted to.

You really should read Part One first. Or maybe just read the summary below and just dive in.

Please enjoy,

Love,

Lana Ocean

Canada

P.S. Sorry for the name mix ups in the original version of this part of the story. I have corrected them (all I hope!). My apologies for this. I know how painful it is to be bounced out of a story due to inconsistencies like this. I shouldn't have made their names so similar. The very first sentence had it wrong. Geesh. Please forgive me.

Summary of My Son My Conqueror, Part One

Jessica Smith is a forty-year-old divorced mother of twenty-year-old Desmond in Smalltown, USA. Their relationship is very close, until she starts to develop sexual desires for her son, which causes her significant emotional distress. She meets a woman in the market, and they quickly develop a mutual attraction. Jennifer Kimura, who had a sexual relationship with her widower father (who is now deceased), and Jessica bed each other and, at the end of Part One, her son has heard them and knows and seems to be supportive of his mother. His girlfriend, Leanne (Jessica's look-alike), feels the same way.

Chapter Four--There Has to Be a Morning After

"Out of your vulnerabilities will come your strengths." Sigmund Freud.

When Jennifer and I emerged from my bedroom, we were washed and dressed. Jennifer wore her clothes from yesterday and I had on my running gear. I carried the remains of our breakfast to the kitchen and started to clean up. Desmond had cleaned up his mess, and the kitchen was spotless. Jennifer excused herself and I saw her head to the door leading down to the basement to the area my son and I called the Gaming Room.

"Jennifer, where are you going?" I called out to her retreating back.

She stopped, turned, and grinned at me. "I just want to have a talk with your son. Is that all right?"

I froze in place, my heart skipping a beat. "Why?"

"I want to thank him."

I watched her face. She smiled at me, and, after a moment of hesitation, I nodded.

She turned and disappeared around the corner. I heard her knock on the door frame leading down to the basement.

"Desmond? Can I talk to you?" she asked.

I waited to hear a reply, but instead I heard Jennifer go downstairs, closing the door behind her.

I stood there imagining all sorts of conversations. I was deeply worried Jennifer would try to stir things up between Desmond and me. I didn't want that, but I hadn't told her not to. I was content with how things were, and there was no way I was pursuing anything with my son.

The thought both repulsed and excited me.

I was already crossing lines with Desmond. For one, I was secretly recording him in his bedroom. That alone made me sick to my stomach. I was invading his privacy. Spying on him. I tried to imagine how I would feel if I found a camera in my bedroom. I would feel violated. Angry. Upset.

At that moment, I vowed I would remove the bear. Or the batteries and leave the bear. I had to leave the bear.

And then I remembered that on the teddy bear in Desmond's room was a video of Desmond, alone in his room adjacent to mine, listening to me and Jennifer pleasuring ourselves all night.

I had to know what he was doing in his room, while listening to us. Masturbating, I hoped. Stroking himself. His hands sliding along his hard length. The head of his penis engorged and dark. His other hand cupping his testicles and teasing them. His pleasure building, hearing me scream in pleasure and then... eruption. His cum shooting hard into the air. Pleasure animating his face. His soft moans of pleasure while listening to his mother being pleasured on the other side of a thin wall.

I slapped the kitchen counter with both hands and pushed those thoughts away. Dammit. Dammit. Dammit. I hung my head in shame.

There was something wrong with me. Fundamentally wrong. No mother should have these feelings. Imagining all these dirty, depraved thoughts. I was scared. Scared of what I was feeling.

Then I remembered the look on his face before he left my bedroom this morning.

He had walked to my bedroom door and then had stopped and looked back at me. The expression on his face was easy to read. He had truly been happy for me. And I also saw the desire there. A woman can always tell. His eyes had looked into mine and I had seen his need. He wanted me. His mother.

I shuddered with pleasure and disgust. And my head still pounded from all the wine from last night. I had to go for a run. I had to escape. Suddenly, I wished Jennifer would leave. I wanted everything back to normal.

It's too late, my inner voice whispered to me.

I nodded.

I poured a coffee and sank into the couch in the sunroom and waited for Jennifer. She had already been downstairs for close to ten minutes, and I was desperate to know what they were talking about. I heard footsteps on the basement stairs and heard the door open and close. Jennifer came around the corner and into the kitchen. She saw me and smiled and grabbed a cup of coffee and joined me.

I watched her over my own cup. She sipped her coffee and looked outside at the morning. It was another beautiful day. Finally, her eyes slid sideways and peered at me, and I held my breath. A smile touched her lips.

"Are you staring at me?" she asked, her voice soft and stirring desire in me. Her Japanese features looked so exotic to me. We had done all sorts of wonderful things last night. We had experimented and then, frustrated, searched the Internet for ideas and soon found ourselves lost in pleasure.

It had been the best sex of my life. Nothing before came close. We had done unimaginable things. What I would crave for myself, I would act out on her. And she would reciprocate. I had enjoyed every inch of her body and my mind flashed back to scenes from last night where I had explored her intimately. She was magnificent. A sexy beast. My lover, I thought, and the words thrilled me.

"I said, are you staring at me?" she asked again.

I nodded. I was afraid to open my mouth. Words I wasn't sure I truly felt wanted to burst forth. Words a younger version of me would blurt, lost, and confused in my emotions. I clamped my mouth shut and struggled to find logic and peace in my heart and mind.

"Your son is a very mature young man, Jessica," she said and looked out the window, releasing me from her intense gaze. I relaxed a little. "You want to know what we spoke about, don't you? Don't answer, I can see it in your face. Relax. I wasn't inappropriate. I merely wanted to ask him if it was okay for you and me to be together. He seems genuinely happy for you, Jessica."

I felt relieved and pleased. Pleased he was happy for me and relieved the conversation didn't go any further about my son and me.

"He's coming over to fix my door this morning. And I should head home."

"You can stay."

She gave me a soft smile. A melancholy one, I thought. "I would love that. But we each have our lives, don't we? I must return to mine for a little while."

I nodded at her. Inside my head, I was screaming she didn't want to be with me anymore. I lusted after my son, and it disgusted her. Or worse: I was a terrible lover and she wanted out.

Her face looked startled, and she moved quickly beside me, kneeling on the floor, putting her face over mine. Her long hair hung over me, the ends damp, and made a beautiful nest around our faces. It was my turn to be startled.

"Jessica," she whispered. "I'm just going home. I'll be back. You and me? We've started something wonderful here. Okay?"

I nodded, and she kissed me. My hand snaked around her neck and pulled her harder against my lips. We kissed with passion, and all my doubts vanished in an instant. "I'm sorry," I said into her mouth. "I'm a mess."

"You're fine," she said and licked my lower lip. "And tasty. And delicious. And mine." She kissed me hard, sucking my breath from me. She pulled back and my mouth tried to follow her. "I'm going home. Getting changed. Maybe do some housework and wait for your son to come round. Okay?"

I nodded, and she kissed me.

She stood up and looked down at me. "I'll see myself out. You look too cozy."

"I need to go for a run," I said, my eyes soaking in her beauty. She was stunning.

"Good. Do you have a phone? A smart phone?"

I did. Somewhere in the house and said so.

She snorted, and it was gorgeous. "Jesus. Okay." She turned and rummaged in the kitchen and found a shopping list pad magnetically attached to the fridge. She grabbed a pen and wrote out her number.

"Text me, okay?" She stared at me and smiled when I nodded and smiled back.

She came over, kissed me quick, grabbed her empty coffee cup, put it in the sink, and traipsed out.

"Bye, baby!" she called out and closed the door behind her. I heard her car start up and drive away.

The house suddenly felt empty. Desmond was downstairs, but it still felt empty. I went to sip my coffee and found it empty. I rose and put my cup beside Jennifer's. She had used this cup. Drank from it. Her lips had touched it.

I shook myself. "Get a grip, Jessica." I chastised myself. "You are not a teenager anymore."

I went over to the basement door. It was open and I could hear video game noises coming up the stairs. "Desmond?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm going for a long run!"

"It's Sunday! You always do a long run on Sunday!"

I grinned. It was a lame exchange, but one we did every Sunday. I would announce my run, and he would roll his eyes. Everything was okay. I had to believe that.

"Love you, Desmond!"

"Love you more!"

I froze. Normally, he just said he loved me. This time, he said he loved me more. It pleased me deep inside me. It bubbled up through me and I grinned like a schoolgirl. He loved me more!

I went through the front door, threw on my shoes, tied a runner's knot, and stepped outside. I felt the early morning heat hit me. The days would soon get hotter and hotter, making my runs more difficult. My head throbbed and realised I would need water for this run. I turned around and stepped back into the house.

And looked right at Desmond coming out of the basement. He froze staring at me. I stared back. And then I saw the bulge in his track pants. His cock was pressing against the material and pulling it from his leg. It looked beyond real to me. Too large. Too present.

"Water," I said, tearing my eyes from his erection. "I forgot my water!"

I rushed past him into the kitchen, found my hydration belt, and filled the two little water bottles, and strapped it around my waist. I went back to the front door and saw Desmond was gone.

Thank God, I thought, and went outside. I looked down my laneway and knew I would be running for a long time. Running cleared my thoughts. During runs, my mind would wander, and I had some of my best runs lost to my thoughts. Running is a mental sport.

I didn't feel like running. I never do, not really. But once I start, my body takes over. Some of my best runs were when I didn't want to.

I stretched a little, feeling muscles tweak after a night of making love. I needed more core strength. Jennifer and I had done some things that needed more core strength.

That's got to be the best incentive, I thought happily, and started a slow jog down the lane.

I turned left and ran along the shoulder of the road. My head was pounding, and my legs felt wobbly. My ponytail banged on my back and pushed me along. The first half mile had my heart rate up and my hangover started to abate. There is no better cure for a hangover than a great run. It flushes the toxins so quickly. I pulled a water bottle free and wet my mouth.

My nearest neighbor's house was owned by an elderly couple called the Millers. Their kids had left home over two decades ago. They were retired from farming and their three fields lay fallow. Betty Miller had bad arthritis in her hips and back, and Jacob Miller had a game leg from an accident in his forties. They were a God-fearing couple and attended every Protestant church event in town. Desmond helped them out quite a bit. They were a nice couple if you could get past the bible thumping.

I sped up. My legs felt great and strong this morning. My pussy was a little sore and my ass ached deep inside. The things we had done... memories flashed through my mind. We were so very dirty and naughty. I had never cum like that in my life and so many times over and over. It had been nonstop carnal pleasure, and I craved more.

Up ahead, I could see Jennifer's house past the trees that marked her property line. Her house was like mine, but smaller. A long time ago, the first owners were likely family or related to the people who had built my home. She had the same stone and mortar outside. A luxury in older times, to be honest. The yard in front had grown wild. Her laneway was overgrown. All-in-all, it was a rundown home and property. Jennifer would have her hands full, fixing it up.

I was tempted to run down her lane, knock on her door, and ravish her. But I went past looking and hoping to see her look out at me and wave. It didn't happen; and I kept running.

I relaxed into my normal pace. My shoes struck the gravel on the shoulder of the road and beat a pattern into my soul. My breathing found the perfect depth and rate, and I felt my head clear of the cobwebs and the pain of my hangover.

My mind went blank, and I ran. I had run this route so many times I recognized every marker and knew exactly how far I had gone. Thwack, thwack, thwack, went my feet. My arms swung freely, pushing my feet, and keeping my stride to the right length. There was just enough breeze to sluice off my body heat and cool me down.

I hit my groove. It had been a long time since I found my stride so perfectly. I was exhausted from lack of sleep. Dehydrated from too much wine. And I never felt better.

My thoughts turned to Desmond. I saw him again, standing at the stop of the basement stairs. His cock pressed up against his sweatpants. It looked so large. So very male. A shaft made of hard flesh. Gorgeous. Thick.

It could be yours, I thought. You just need to reach out and take it. He would let you; you know he would. Then you could take him inside you. Your loving boy. Your child. Back to where you birthed him. Completing the circle.

I shuddered and pushed those thoughts away. I had to stop those thoughts. It was wrong. So very wrong.

Then there's Jennifer, my sweet Asian beauty. I had feelings for her. It was too hard not to. Undressing in front of her had thrilled me, watching her eyes feast on me. Her standing naked in front of me. Her breasts standing high and firm from her thin chest, her dark nipples pointing to the sky. Her narrow waist and perfect hips. The wide gap between her legs with her inner labia exposed from her smooth, shaved pussy. I would never forget my first touch of another woman's pussy. My fingers touching her where I wanted her to touch me. The softness, the heat, the glorious wetness. And then her smell! That musky, sweet smell. And my first taste.

It had been hard for me to taste her. To take that plunge. I had been straight my entire life, never once imagining having intimate relations with another woman. I wondered what had happened to make me suddenly crave it so badly. And then act out on it? To lower my mouth to her vagina and devour her with such hunger?

It was Leanne, I answered myself. It was seeing the girl who was fucking your son who looked just like you. She was gorgeous. I saw her as I see myself and that was it, wasn't it? It turned me on. Excited me. It opened something inside me. Drew me out.

Every time I tasted Jennifer, it tasted new to me. Exciting and erotic. The true scent of a woman.

And she had fucked her father, hadn't she? She was incestuous. Society would shun her. Her own family knew and were after her money. She lived in a world where she had crossed the line that should never be crossed. She was dirty. Depraved. A father-fucker.

I snorted and kept running.

No one says that. No one calls a woman a father-fucker. You hear motherfucker all the time. That's the bad thing. Fucking your mother, that is. But fucking your father? Why does that seem less offensive? More acceptable to me?

Because you wanted to fuck your own father, I realised. I had imagined it plenty of times. I had masturbated to it.

Desmond would be a motherfucker; I realised a hundred yards later. If I let him.

With a start, I realised I had run quite the distance from home. I looked around and didn't recognise where I was. The road led to the next town over and rarely did I travel this far down. I spotted a mile marker beside the road and thought hard.

Shit, I thought. I've run over fifteen miles. And it's fifteen miles back to home.

"I guess it's a marathon day," I gasped and turned around. I pulled out an empty water bottle, grimaced, and grabbed the other one. It was half full. "Fuck!"

My train of thought was broken, and I started to feel my legs burning. My lungs drew in large volumes of air. I pushed through it. My mind started the annoying whispers at me. Urging me to stop. To walk a little. Asking me why I did this.

As I said, running is a mental sport. It teaches you to stop listening to those nagging little doubts. Those words of self-doubt. It can be daunting sometimes to push through those words. They're insidious. Growing stronger and stronger in your head.

I pounded the road and kept running. Now that I knew I had very little water, that voice added to the chorus in my head. It would kill me if I kept running. I had to stop now!

I grinned and ran, eating up the miles to home. This is why I ran. It helped me face my demons.

* * *

When I ran closer to Jennifer's house, I first spotted Desmond's truck and then I saw Desmond at her front door, working on it. I called out to him, and he looked up and waved at me. I could see his white, toothy smile from the road. I saw him say something to someone inside the house and then Jennifer emerged. Her smile was just as white, and she waved at me, and cupped her hands to her mouth.

Her voice was faint, but unmistakable. "Run, Forest! Run!"

An old joke, but I smiled and waved.

She watched me run past, and I loved her watching me.

I focused on the run. This was always the hardest part. The voice in your head would start screaming at you to stop. The end was so close. It grew harder to run. And harder. I saw my laneway up ahead and dug deep. I pushed myself to run harder and faster. I sprinted down my laneway and only stopped when I crossed the imaginary finish line marked by my potted marigolds.

The same marigolds Desmond had placed on my breakfast tray this morning. He had bought me those marigolds years ago with his small savings. Every year, he harvested the seeds and grew them again. They meant something to Desmond and me. When he had placed them on my tray, I understood the message.

I bent over, gasping, and stretching.

I was certain one marigold had been for me. The other had been from him. Not for Jennifer. I knew my son and how his mind worked. We had spent twenty glorious years together alone in our small home. I don't think it would be possible for me to understand another human being as much as my son.

Those two marigolds in the water glass represented him and me. I knew it in my soul.

My son loves me.

I walked off my run, my hands on my hips, drawing in air and feeling sweat pour from me. My hangover was long gone, and I felt really good. My brain buzzed with the pleasure from the run.

I went inside and hit the shower. There is nothing better than a shower after a long run.

Chapter Five--Staying Strong

After my shower, and since it was Sunday, I wore my sweatpants, no panties, or a bra, and threw on an old shirt of Desmond's. It hung off me, but I adored it. I had quite a few of his old clothes in my closet. I could never throw them out. Wearing them brought me a little closer to him. But this shirt was my favorite. Sometimes I put it back in his room and no sooner had he worn it again, than I would steal it back.

I wore it today and could smell him on it. It gave me comfort. Men have a wonder smell. It's like leather, wood, and spicy sweat. A rich, deep smell that makes me feel safe.

I puttered around the house, tidying up, putting things away, and generally did everything I could to stop myself from going into Desmond's room and grabbing the bear.

I lasted about ten minutes and I was somehow pleased I had lasted that long.

I sat on my bed and connected the bear to my laptop. I copied the video over and then ran back to Desmond's room and put the teddy bear with the nanny camera in it, back on his bookshelf. I looked around his room and then stared at his bed. He had made it up perfectly, as usual.

I walked over and looked down at it. It was a twin bed. He had it for years and needed a new one. A bigger one, perhaps a queen-sized like mine. The problem was expenses were tight as always. A new bed was a luxury.

I sat on the edge of his bed and laid my hand down on where he would lie. The bedspread was cold without him. I gripped the top of the bedspread and pulled it down. My heart beat a little faster, and I watched myself as a stranger. What was I doing?

I looked at the spot on the bed where his body would be pressed against the mattress. I leaned over and took a deep breath. I smelled where he lay and right away, I could smell him. His male odors filled my nostrils and flooded my brain. I breathed deeper, savoring the scent. My son smelled good. So good.

I looked at the sheets and saw a silvery sheen, and I peered closer. Streaks of something faintly silver stained them. His cum, I realised. I knew he often slept naked. Here was the evidence of him, crusted to the sheets. His cum. Right there.

A foul hunger consumed me, and my vagina grew warm. I wanted to smell it. Lick it. Taste it.

In horror, I pulled the bedspread and sheets back up. Then I fixed them until I was sure they looked the same as before. I backed up, moved forward, tweaked the sheets, and then fled back to my room. I closed the door and sat on my bed cross-legged.

I needed help. I was losing my sanity.

I glanced at my laptop. I didn't want to. I shouldn't.

Before I knew it, the laptop was in my lap and open. I clicked on the video file, and it started. I advanced the video until Desmond entered his room.

This is right after he went to bed last night... I watched and he sat on his bed. He was looking toward his door and just sitting there. I could hear noises and then heard my own bedroom door open and close. It grew quiet. Desmond just sat there staring at his door.

What was he doing?

I heard a faint noise in the video and turned up the volume. It was mumbles. I couldn't make it out. But I knew it was Jennifer and me in my bedroom.

Then I heard a loud moan. That was me and I was mortified at how wanton I sounded. Desmond snapped his head toward the sound. He was listening to us! He stood and stepped closer to the wall between his bedroom and mine. He gently put his left ear to the wall. I could see his face. He was excited!

I heard myself moan on the video and heard Jennifer a moment later.

Desmond went to the center of his room and quickly pulled off his clothes. I watched him reveal his body to the camera. His muscles flexed and shifted. His shirt was pulled off, and I gasped at just how toned his chest and abdomen were. His biceps bulged and I could see his thick veins.

His hands slipped down his stomach and under his waistband. He pulled off his pants and took his briefs with them. They pooled at his feet, and he stood tall. My eyes locked on his penis. He was engorged, and it stood out straight from his body. I gasped at the beauty of it. He was large. His scrotum hung low, and I could see the shape of his massive testicles snuggled inside. My son was a stud and my vagina flooded at the image.

His right hand found his penis, and he stroked it slowly. He cocked his head to the side, listening to the sounds from my bedroom. Faint murmurs and sounds could be heard in the video. I hadn't known how thin the walls were until now. I was sure he could hear most everything. Sadly, the video didn't quite pick up the audio.

Then I heard Jennifer cuming hard. She screamed out my name. I could hear the passion in her voice. I had done that. The first time I had made her cum. I was watching Desmond and replaying what I was doing to Jennifer in my mind. He stroked that wonderful extension of himself. His hand twisting and stroking.

Then he came. He grunted, and I watched his strokes shorten. He gasped. A thick stream of cum jetted from his penis. His face looked gorgeous when he came. So strong and confident. Jennifer was moaning, and he was cuming with her. A second stream of cum followed and then another. Cum dribbled out of him and he kept stroking. He smiled then. A deep satisfied smile. Then he looked down at his mess and grimaced.

I reversed the video and played it again. My hand slipped under my waistband and slipped inside my pussy. I was soaked. I played with myself and watched my son cum. I replayed it and watched again. This time I came with him. A pleasant soft orgasm that demanded more.

I let the video play. I watched Desmond clean up his mess with a pair of dirty underwear. Then he grabbed a box of tissues and reached into his bedside table and pulled out a small tube of something I assumed was lube. I had no idea he had any. I saw that his penis had deflated somewhat. He lay back in bed, sitting with his back against his headboard.

The sound of Jennifer and I continued in the background. We were moaning loudly. I hadn't realised we were so loud. The sounds added to my pleasure. We sounded hot. Desmond took the lube and squirted some onto the head of his penis. His right hand swirled around it, and it stroked it down over his penis. He grew hard, and I had to replay that part. I slowed down the video and watched his penis lengthen and harden in his hand. Another small orgasm wafted through me. I replayed it again.

I could watch him grow hard all day, I thought. It's magical. I loved how his foreskin pulled back to reveal his large bulbous head. It glistened with lube and looked so erotic and heavenly to me. I wanted to touch it. Taste it. Feel it plunge into my vagina. Filling me up and stretching me.

I frigged my clit harder and then slowed down as I watched Desmond slow down. He was taking his time. Enjoying everything. I slowed down with him.

"Mom! Oh, mom," he moaned on camera and the words rushed through me.

He was thinking of me, while jerking off listening to me being pleasured. Pleasure filled me as I rubbed at my clit. My son had deep sexual thoughts of me, his mother. He stroked his penis thinking of me. That gave him pleasure. It gave me pleasure.

I wanted to be on my back, legs spread wide and wrapped tight around him, pulling him in. Feeling him penetrate me with that gorgeous cock. His lips on mine as he thrust into me. My vagina stretching to accommodate him. His pelvis jamming hard down on my clitoris. The head of his cock pressing deep inside me, deeper than any man had ever gone. I would claim him. Take him.

I came again, this time much harder. My pleasure was sending my thoughts into more and more depraved acts in my mind. I wanted him in my mouth. Deep. I wanted those balls in my mouth. Sucking the cum filled orbs. Lifting his scrotum and licking below it. Smelling his manliness. Licking his ass... What? Oh my God! I came again. I wanted to lick his dirty fucking asshole. I wanted to eat his crotch.

Like I had to Jennifer's last night. She had been the brave one and showed me. She had done it to her father, she said. All the time. Played with his asshole. Rimmed him, she had called it. So, she had rimmed me, and I had rimmed her. Once I had started it, a hunger had taken me.

For a moment, I had Desmond fucking Jennifer in my mind. I could be up close, my mouth inches from where they joined. Smelling them. Licking them. Pleasuring them... I came wicked hard, and it left me gasping. The video continued to play as I lay gasping and shuddering.

In the video, I screamed Jennifer's name, and Desmond erupted. His cum shot high in the air and he threw his head back and jerked his penis hard. His left hand had been playing with his balls. He came so much! I was impressed in my post-orgasmic bliss. I smiled at the video. Proud of my virile son.

He lay panting and smiling. I watched him engrossed in his beauty. My son was gorgeous. A perfect man. So kind. So handsome. My son. I watched him grab tissues and clean up his spunk. It lay all over him and across his sheets. The same cum stains I had spied earlier. I needed to taste him, the thought overwhelming me with its ferocity and need. I wanted to swallow it and savor it.

I continued to watch him. He grew soft, and he lay panting in his bed. His hand continued to play with himself, squeezing his penis and I watched cum ooze out the tip. Glistening wet. His seed. His glorious seed.

"Mom," he whispered. "I need you."

His words made my heart sing. My hand and fingers teased my clit. I was so turned on and every little touch sent ripples of pleasure through me. I could enjoy this, safe in my room. I hadn't crossed any lines. I was merely watching. Not a participant. I hadn't committed any incestuous acts. I could do this anytime. This could be my outlet.

I heard the front door open, startling me out of my reverie. I smashed the space bar, stopping the video, and slammed my laptop shut. I flew from the bed and straightened my clothes. I had pulled Desmond's shirt up and over my breasts to play with my nipples. I pulled it back down and looked down at the points my nipples made in the fabric.

"Mom? I'm home!"

"Just a minute, hon!"

"How was your run?"

"Great!"

"How far did you go?"

"About thirty miles!"

"Holy shit, mom!"

I laughed at the surprise in his voice. I wiped my hands on my sweatpants. I could smell my arousal in my room. I sat on the floor and did some yoga to calm myself. After a few stretches I rose and looked down. My nipples were back to normal, and I left the bedroom.

"Desmond?" I called out.

"In the kitchen, mom!"

I entered the kitchen and saw him standing by the sink drinking a glass of water. He was sweaty and his white tee-shirt clung to him. I stepped forward and held him, pressing him to me. My head found his shoulder, and I held on, basking in his heat and smell.

I heard his water glass thunk on the granite countertop and then both his arms wrapped around me and held me tight. One of his hands held my lower back, and the other was across my shoulders. My hips pressed against his and I felt his cock through the material separating us. I almost groaned. My hips moved on their own and pressed against that the hard heat.

Desmond stiffened in my arms. I went to move away, but he held me tighter, trapping me against him. He doesn't want me to see his erection, I realised and held him.

"How was last night, mom?" he asked.

"Really good, baby," I said after a quick think about how to respond. I settled on honesty. "It was a first for me. Frightening. But, baby, I had a really good time. It was... memorable."

"Jennifer talked about you all morning. She thinks a lot about you, mom. I think she really likes you."

I looked up at him and right into his baby blue eyes. "Are you okay with this?"

"I am if you are."

"Does it bother you? That your mom slept with a woman?"

He looked into my eyes. "I thought it might, you know? But no, not really. It's strange. But in a good way strange. Mom, I just want you to be happy. That's all I ever want."

"I am, son," and I put my head back into his shoulder where it always fit so nicely.

"You'll have to keep it quiet though, mom."

"I'm sorry we kept you up. It was all just so much."

"No, I mean, quiet in the town. The people around here won't understand."

I nodded into his shoulder. He was right. Secrecy was the only possibility. The thoughts seemed wrong to me and unfair, but it had to be. The town would lose its collective mind if it found out. I would lose my job. That was a certainty. "I understand, hon. We will be. We talked about it last night."

We stood in each other's arms. This hug was much longer than any other we had had previously. I didn't want it to end, and the way Desmond was holding me, he didn't either.

"Do you think I'm a disgusting lesbian, now?"

"No, mom. I find it really hot, to be honest."

I lifted my head and looked at him. "Hot? Really? You think it's hot that your mother slept with another woman?"

He grinned down at me. "Yeah. It is."

"Bad boy," I whispered up to him. His lips looked strong and firm. I wanted to kiss him, then. I think if he had kissed me, it all would have started then. But he didn't. And I didn't. And after a time, we broke apart. Desmond turning away from me, and I understood. He had an erection. I had felt it. And he knew I had felt it.

We didn't discuss it. We both decided, without a word, to stay strong and fight it.

* * *

Leanne came round for dinner at three in the afternoon, surprising me. I hadn't been expecting her. She and Desmond fled to the basement, and I pulled out my phone and texted Jennifer with the number she had left me.

<Hi> I sent.

I waited and waited and then set the phone down. I made more coffee and poured a cup when my phone bleeped.

I read the screen. <Hi hon! Sorry I missed your text. I was busy unpacking some kitchen stuff>

<np I miss you> I hovered over the send and then sent it.

<god me too. How'd we go from new friends to that?>

<I dunno. You okay> I had to ask her. I had doubts.

<better than okay. I can't stop thinking about you>

That made me happy. <Me too :)>

<what you doing>

<about to make supper. Come over. You can meet desmonds gf>

<you sure?>

<yeah why?>

<thought we should hide this, no?>

I thought. Desmond would be telling Leanne soon enough. Best to let her see us together. <yeah. She'll know soon enough, right>

Her reply took some time and I worried. <yes true. What time?>

<Now. An hour? We eat at six. Would love to see you before that. Spend more time with you>

<Are you seducing me?>

<maybe?>

<Fuck you better be. Jessica, I had to pleasure myself today>

<you too?>

<that makes me feel better. I'll be there soon. Are we hiding this at home?>

I knew exactly what she meant. <no. why should we? Its beautiful>

<just like you. See you soon>

<bye>

I waited for a reply and when none came, I set my phone down. I heard a squeal from the basement and grinned. That was either Leanne losing a game to my son, or winning because of something my son did to her...

I went over to the basement door and shouted down. "Jennifer will be joining us for supper!"

"Okay, mom!"

"Leanne you won't mind, will you" I asked down the stairs.

"No, Miss... Jessica. I don't mind. I'm happy for you!"

There it was. She knew. She was happy for me. I smiled and went to change into something more appropriate for having guests over.

Chapter Six--Dinner and a Movie

I went to the front door and opened it after the doorbell had rung. I could not remember the last time I had heard the sound, and it had scared the crap out of me. I swung the door open and saw Jennifer standing there grinning up at me and holding two bottles of wine.

"Jennifer, come in! Next time just knock and walk in. I haven't heard my doorbell in years."

"Oops, sorry. I brought more wine!"

"Oh god! Come in! Come in! Leave your shoes on. Supper will be in an hour. I'm so glad you came by."

"I couldn't stay away," replied Jennifer as she stepped up to me to reach her mouth up for a kiss. I was happy to comply and kissed her softly, feeling that same flush of pleasure from kissing a girl as I had last night. It thrilled me and excited me. She kissed back and for a moment our tongues caressed the other. She broke off and stared up at me and I could see her lust. "Damn, I missed you today."

I giggled. "You and me both, sister. Now get in here. You can help with supper."

"Me? Trust me, you don't want me preparing food."

"Hmm. Then I'll teach you."

"Deal," she smiled and kissed me quick. She sauntered past me and saw the basement door open. "Desmond? You down there?"

"Yeah, hi Jennifer. Want to meet my girlfriend?"

"Hi, Jennifer!" shouted Leanne.

"Hi! Sure!" replied Jennifer.

"Come on down!"

Jennifer handed me the two bottles of wine with a smile and skipped downstairs.

"Hey! You're supposed to help with supper!" I yelled at her back.

"In a minute! I want to see the girl who landed your son..."

The audacity of her statement shocked me, then I heard squeals and laughter. Conversation flew at a hundred words a second and I fled to the kitchen. I put the bottles down and opened the fridge and started pulling out things.

There is one Chinese restaurant in town. It's not very good. Desmond and I had started experimenting with making our own and we liked the results. I pulled out my deep-frying pot and then pulled out thawed egg rolls Desmond and I had made. We make them all the time, working together. We had made dumplings and other lovely things and froze them. Next, I pulled out the electric wok and set it on the stove.

In my freezer was all manner of food items. Desmond and I made big batches of food and then split it up, vacuum sealed it, canned it, or preserved it. Sunday night was often Chinese night. I had bags of frozen cooked rice for fried rice. I had cans of those little corncobs, water chestnuts, and bamboo shoots. I pulled out the remaining roast beef and cut off a large piece to slice up. Fresh mushrooms, oyster sauce, soy sauce, fresh ginger, and garlic, joined everything on the counter.

I sharpened my favorite knife and went to work prepping everything. Desmond would cook supper tonight. He was the master of making Chinese food. At least our version of it.

The master, I repeated in my head and a thrill went through me. I'm not a submissive person. Far from it. I enjoyed being the bank's Mortgage Loan Officer. I had to deal with pushy people all the time and I held my own. I didn't take shit from anyone. But Desmond... he was the man in the house. He always was.

If he took me one night, what would I do? I mused as I peeled carrots into the sink. Would I let him? Is that what it would take? Would he throw me to the ground and just take me? Demand pleasure from me?

I squirmed and pressed my thighs together. Stop it!

I looked toward where the door to the basement was on the other side of the fridge and wall. Jennifer was taking a long time.

I cut the ends off the carrots and sliced them diagonally. Next came the onions. I washed the mushrooms and sliced them, too. Everything went into two big bowls. The long fry stuff and the short fry stuff, as Desmond called them.

I was just finishing cutting the beef into strips when I heard everyone clumping up the stairs. Jennifer was first and at once went to me and hugged me from behind. Her hands just missed my breasts. Then she slipped beside me holding my waist tight and watched me cutting. She stole a piece of carrot and munched on it.

"Thief," I said and looked over and saw Leanne staring at us with round eyes. Desmond stood behind her with his hands possessively on her hip. His large hand held her casually, but he had pulled her in tight against him. He was claiming her. Letting me know she was his. I thought it was beautiful.

"Mmm. You're the thief who stole my attention. What are you feeding me tonight?"

"Chinese. We make our own here. Desmond is really good at it. Wait to you see him go at it."

Jennifer laughed at something. Leanne and Desmond walked around the kitchen island where I was prepping, and we all looked back and forth at each other.

"Awkward," mumbled Jennifer.

I nodded and kept cutting.

Desmond broke the ice, God love him. "So, Leanne, mom and Jennifer are dating."

We weren't, I thought. We are fucking. I looked at Jennifer. "Are we dating?"

She nodded happily. "Oh, yes. What? You think I just put out for anyone?"

I was watching Leanne and saw her eyes open even wider.

"Jessica? You're dating Jennifer? That's..."

Jennifer placed a hand over mine cutting the vegetables stilling me. When I looked at her, she kissed me. "It's hot," she said into my mouth.

Leanne looked to be in shock. She looked at Desmond. "You're okay with this?" she asked.

"Yeah, I am. My mom's happy. That makes me happy."

Leanne searched his face and then looked back at Jennifer and me. "I never would have thought..."

I smiled at her. "Me either. It was as surprising to Jennifer as it was me. We're both new to this. I hope you can understand?"

Leanne bit her lip and looked at Desmond.

"We need to keep this quiet, Leanne," he said to her. "What happens in my house stays in my house, okay?"

My house? I repeated in my head. He was calling my house, his house? For some reason, that got me wet. My son was claiming some authority. I watched him and he looked right at me. He held my gaze, and I felt it again. That side of him that was so much stronger than me. A strong virile man in my house.

"Wow," said Jennifer. "Look at him!"

We all were. Three women stood staring at Desmond. He blinked and looked around at us. "What's wrong?"

Leanne melted into him, and he wrapped an arm around her slender waist. She kissed him. "Nothing, Desmond. I'll never say anything."

I set down the knife. "Okay, love," I said to Desmond. "All prepped for you."

Desmond let go of Leanne and came around to join me. "Good job, mom," he said and kissed my temple and stroked my lower back. His hand landed right above my ass cheeks and then slid up my back. I couldn't help it. My eyes fluttered. My pussy clenched. I wanted his hand to stroke my ass. To grab me.

I looked to Jennifer for help, but she looked just as lost as I was. I looked at Leanne and she was staring at Desmond's arm and hand on me. She looked flushed.

This had to stop. Now.

"Jennifer? Can you open the wine? I'll get glasses," I declared and pulled away from Desmond and headed for where my wine glasses were. "Leanne, you might want to try this wine tonight. It's amazing!"

The spell was broken, and conversation resumed along normal lines. When Jennifer filled my glass, I drank back half of it before remembering how expensive it was. She grinned at me and stroked my back. Her hand slipped lower, and she squeezed my ass. Leanne was watching it all. Her eyes wouldn't stay off us.

We all stood and leaned back against the kitchen table so we could watch Desmond prepare the meal. He was good. His timing on everything perfect. We cheered him and encouraged him. He tried to do fancy things and got flustered when he failed, and we booed in jest. The room was charged with laughter and energy, and I looked around my home, always just with Desmond and I, and saw just how much happier it was filled with people.

One bottle of wine disappeared between us three ladies and conversation centered around the travel Jennifer had done, and life in the town, while we sat at the table and started to eat. I could see Leanne burning with questions and I waited. Sure enough she broached the subject.

"Can I ask something?"

"Sure Leanne," I replied.

"You just met Jennifer like yesterday?"

"Yes."

"And you're already in a relationship? A sexual relationship?"

Desmond frowned. "Leanne!"

"Hush, son, let her speak."

Leanne looked emboldened. "I don't mean any disrespect? But have you always been a lesbian, Jessica?"

I shook my head. Her way of forming all her sentences as a question was grating. "No. Never. I never once thought about it. Until I met Jennifer, here," I held her hand, and she squeezed it. "I never knew how wonderful it can be."

Leanne's nose scrunched up. "And you... you, ah..."

"Pleasure each other, Leanne," answered Jennifer. "I was never a lesbian. I preferred older gentlemen." She glanced at me, and I smiled understanding what she meant by older gentlemen, like her father. "Until I met Jessica. Then it was mutual. Instant attraction. Sex with her is beyond wonderful. It's unbelievable."

Leanne looked thoughtful. "I knew a bunch of dykes... I mean lesbians, in high school? They looked like it, ya know? But I can't imagine, you know? Doing anything down there? I don't get the attraction."

Jennifer grinned at me and then kissed me. "Hon, don't knock it until you try it. I think your Desmond there likes it a lot. Hmm, Desmond?" She kissed me again and slipped me a little tongue. I may have made a small moan sound. She tasted of ginger and soy sauce, and I know its racist, but it really clicked with me. It also thrilled me to expose our relationship so freely at the table. This was my house, and I wouldn't hide anything here. This was my haven and sanctuary.

The meal was lovely and devoured in record time. We retired to the living room, a place I rarely went in, and Desmond flipped through the offerings on the television. He finally selected a movie called Love by Gaspar Noe that came out in 2015. We all agreed a movie named Love seemed perfect.

It wasn't until later that I Googled the movie and discovered that the sex in the movie had been real. The actors had actually performed real intercourse on screen. And the threesome had been real.

I had sat in horror and complete lust watching the movie. Desmond had sat next to me on the large couch we had. Jennifer lay snuggled up against me on the other and Leanne snuggled with Desmond on his other side. It was a beautiful movie. I had adored it. But the sexual energy in the film had been too much for my sensibilities, especially pressed up against my son and my new lesbian lover. The threesome scene, one man and two women, had me thinking of me doing that with Desmond and Jennifer. Or with Desmond and Leanne.

I also realised about halfway through that I could smell arousal in the small living room. Desmond had his hand closest to me in his lap. He was hiding his erection. I tried to control my breathing. Jennifer fidgeted beside me, her legs constantly shifting. She was enjoying the movie like me. My pussy was soaked. I could smell pussy. The living room reeked of it.

I glanced over at Leanne and saw the deep flush that crept down her neck to her upper chest. She was breathing deeply, her left hand grasping Desmond's thigh, it moved closer and closer to his penis throughout the movie. Leanne had gasped once during the threesome scene. She had muttered an apology and had looked at Jennifer and me for a moment.

Finally, it ended, and we sat there in silence long enough for the streaming service to start showing trailers for other similar movies.

Jennifer sat up and perched on the edge of the couch, half-turned toward us. "I don't know about you all, but I am so fucking horny right now." She stood and reached out a hand to me. I took it and she pulled me off the couch. "Come on, lover. Time for bed..."

Leanne gasped.

She pulled me upstairs and into my bedroom. The door closed, and she pushed me backwards to the bed. My thighs hit the bed, and she pushed me back. I fell with a laugh and then felt her tugging at my jeans. She had them off my waist with my panties. She forced them down with rough jerks to my knees and then lifted my legs high, exposing my pussy. She dove under my legs and clamped her mouth down hard on my pussy sucking my flood of wetness into her mouth.

I groaned loudly with the pleasure. "Oh fuck! Eat me! Eat my fucking pussy!" I screeched.

She ate me with hunger and jammed three fingers deep into my vagina. I came shuddering right away. She kept licking me and fingering me and I wailed at the pleasure. A second orgasm ripped through me. I growled once it abated.

"I am going to fuck you silly," I growled at Jennifer. Her eyes lit with more hunger, and it turned into a wrestling match of removing clothing.

"Desmond!" came a faint cry from somewhere in the house.

We froze and listened.

"Sounds like Desmond is fucking his girlfriend," declared Jennifer.

She was distracted, so I pushed her thighs apart. I watched her wetness form strings of sticky fluid between her thighs. She was beyond soaked. I have never been as wet as she was. Her pussy looked swollen. Her clit exposed and gleaming. I dove in and sucked up all the juice. I made a rude slurping noise and vacuumed up all her sweetness into my hungry mouth.

"I love how you taste!" I moaned and dove into her pussy. I couldn't get my tongue long enough to go as deep into her as I wanted. But I tried. My chin and face pressing hard against her opening. My tongue lashing her insides and scooping up more wetness and flavor.

"Fuck me, Desmond! Harder!" came a faint cry.

"I fucking wish Desmond was in here," said Jennifer as I sucked on her clit. "Behind you, fucking you while you eat me!"

I moaned into her pussy and licked and licked.

"His cock pumping you. Driving into his mother's cunt!"

Her foul language and the images she fed to me had me panting.

"His huge cock pressing into your pussy. Teasing your folds and then pausing. His cock right at your entrance. So hot. So hard. And he pushes it in! So hard and fast! Your son's hard cock in his mother's tight cunt! Oh my God! I'M CUMING JESSICA! I SO FUCKING LOVE YOU! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!"

* * *

She said the "L" word. We all heard it. I might have said the same thing except my mouth had been full. We cuddled and talked after. One of the best things about a lesbian relationship, I was discovering and learning to love, was the willingness to cuddle and talk after. At least, it was that way with me and her.

I made her talk about it. She admitted that in the heat of the moment the word had come out of her. In that moment in time, she had loved me.

Now, relaxed and holding each other, we laughed about it.

"It's okay," I said to her. She lay on me, half on and half off. She was playing with my right nipple, idly. It kept sending shivers through me. "I probably would have said the same thing if I wasn't buried in your pussy."

"Mmm hmm."

"You didn't mean it. We've only just met."

"No, of course not. It was just so amazing. Why is it so amazing with you?"

"I don't know. It's dirty. Not dirty, dirty. Just a societal dirty. I was brought up that homosexuals were depraved. Degenerates. But now? Holy cow, but you are rocking my world, Jennifer."

"Me, too."

"And it doesn't feel fast to me, does it to you?"

"No, it doesn't. I feel like I've been missing you all my life."

"God, me too."

We lay in silence. Desmond and his girlfriend had grown quiet long before us.

"I never want this to end," I said softly.

"Why would it end?"

"You keep moving. Running from your family."

"Not anymore. I told you, this place feels right to me. I feel like I'm where I'm supposed to be."

"I feel like I've been waiting all this time for you to find me."

"Jesus, Jessica," Jennifer said, her voice thick with emotion.

"I know. This is too much."

I thought she had fallen asleep after we lay there for a long, long time in silence. She had been thinking just as much as me.

"You need to fuck your son," she said out of the blue. Her voice seemed incredibly loud in my bedroom.

"What!?"

"You do. You know you do. I can see it. Feel it. Its thick like honey in here. You are both absolutely googly eyed over each other. You stare at each other so openly. Leanne can see it. I think she likes it. She's smitten by your son. And you. I think Desmond planned that movie tonight. Who picks that out? Jesus, I came a little watching that. The threesome scene? I imagine it being you and Desmond with me."

"I did, too." Somehow, I wasn't embarrassed admitting that. I felt I could tell Jennifer anything.

"He had an erection the entire time. Right there on the couch. Watching a porn with his mom, sporting a huge erection. Huge! Jesus. No wonder Leanne was screaming all night."

"Do you want to fuck my son?"

"No."

"Really? You just said you wanted to share him with me."

"Well, yeah, I want to. And I could have, I think. At my house today. But I didn't. He didn't press either. But the tension was there. But I couldn't, Jessica. I'm yours. I couldn't cheat on you, especially not with your son."

I kissed her forehead. "I trust you."

"But..."

"But?"

"If I have the chance to sleep with you and him, together. I'm taking it."

"Jennifer!"

"You want it, too."

I lay quiet. The thought ran through my head again. The movie had awoken the idea. "Yes. I really do."

"I know you do. Seduce him. It won't take long."

"That would be me cheating on his girlfriend. I can't do that."

"Good point."

"Yeah."

"So, seduce both of them. Leanne is really curious now. About girl-girl sex. Her world has opened up, just like ours."

"That's not ever going to happen."

She sighed and her warm breath washed across my exposed breasts. "A girl can dream, can't she?"

"You're wild, Jennifer! Have always been this way?"

"Me? No! Never. With my father we were very passionate in the house. I had no girlfriends. It had always just been me and my father. It's you, Jessica, that's bringing this out of me. I feel so liberated."

"Me? It's you! You've changed me overnight."

"What a pair we make," she murmured.

"Are you spending the night? I would like it if you did."

She snuggled closer. "I would love that. I feel at home here."

Her words sang through my soul. I don't know why. I adored her here with me. After a lifetime raising Desmond, I was ready for someone else in my life. Someone I could be intimate with. She felt right in my arms. We fit so much better together than I did with my husband. Just having her in the same room with me made me feel better. That she was there, in reach. Breathing in the same air as me.

I was falling for her. And she already loved me. I know she did. Her words weren't the words of lust. She was calling out for me. Declaring and claiming me.

I smiled and closed my eyes.

"Night, Jennifer."

"Night, Jessica. See you in the morning."

We woke at some point in the middle of the night, and we made love. We just woke and slipped into it. It felt so natural. So expected. As we came, shuddering on our fingers, I held her as tight as I could.

"Never leave me," I whispered.

"Never."

Chapter Seven--The Calm Before the Storm

The next few weeks passed with growing affection for Jennifer. We found a routine where her life and ours joined as naturally as clouds and blue skies. The summer was hot and sweaty. Jennifer joined me in yoga. I helped her sell things at the market.

The town knew us inaccurately as the Two Widows, our friendship borne out of loss: her deceased husband and my divorced husband. It was how small towns processed things. If they wondered about a lesbian relationship, I couldn't pick up on it, and in small towns you picked up on things.

Desmond was working hard over at her house with all his free time, and it was looking really good. Jennifer told me the sexual tension was always there, just on the edges, but neither of them would allow it to progress. They both loved me too much for that kind of betrayal. My concern was purely for Leanne. She had accepted my relationship with Jennifer and often commented on just how beautiful we were together.

I loved Jennifer with all my heart, and she loved me. Desmond and Leanne were more than happy for us. Our routine was wonderful except for the constant thing between Desmond and me. It was a real tangible thing. We carried it around with us like boulders. Jennifer kept urging me to go for it, but I never could. Never in a million years.

* * *

I wore a broad sun hat against the Saturday afternoon sun, about one month into the full summer. The temperature was in the high 90s and would peak at around 102F by late afternoon. I was long used to the heat, but Jennifer still struggled with it. We wore simple summer dresses and flip-flops. But the heat was still pressing down on us. Standing in a parking lot didn't help and even under the shade of Jennifer's kiosk tent the temperature was stifling.

Nothing made me happier than spending my time with Jennifer. We were inseparable. We laughed at the same stupid things and wanted nothing more than to simply be together and hold each other. My love for her knew no bounds. I was giddying as a schoolgirl and wanted the world to know it.

Except no one could ever know. We were lesbians in rural Midwest America. An area so deeply repressed they had no idea they were repressed and thought their narrow ideology to be scripture. One slip and we would be outed. There was no telling what the town would do. It frightened me to wonder sometimes.

Jennifer sold another silk painting and beamed at me. "That's four today! A new record!"

The truth was, the artwork at the market never sold well. People came for produce, not art. It was the strength of her talent that let her sell anything. Usually when people took the time to notice they left with one. For Jennifer to have sold four was pretty remarkable, and I said so.

"I'm proud of you, Jennifer."

She gave me a quick hug, like any other hug a woman might give another woman. She let go and stood beaming watching her latest sale walk away further into the market.

I looked at my watch and saw it was 3pm. "The market closes soon."

She nodded. "Desmond should be here soon. It's so nice he helps out and carts all my market stall equipment here for me."

The bank my son and I worked at was just around the corner. He had a full shift today as a teller and had driven Jennifer and me to the market this morning. Jennifer had gushed over Desmond's cheap suit from Walmart saying it made him look dashing.

I had seen the little look he had given her when she wasn't watching. He gave me the same look, often when I was watching. He was becoming more brazen with me. And while it excited me, it frightened me.

He was attracted to my Jennifer. Knowing that gave me a dirty thrill when I first noticed. Strangely, I felt no jealousy. I felt... excited by that. A sigh from Jennifer had me looking at her. She looked sweaty. Her skin was flushed with the heat and sweat trickled down her temples. The back of her neck was wet, and I could see where her sundress clung to her lower back and ass cheeks.

Hmm, no panty line. That means her sweat is slipping down the crack of her ass. Suddenly I wanted to lick that ass. The feeling of her pushing her naked ass back into my greedy face was something I truly enjoyed. The thought of doing that and licking up her ass sweat had me almost panting.

I whispered to her. We did this often to rile the other one up during the long day at the market. "I want to lick the sweat out of your ass." I really did. Right then and there. The deliciousness of that dirty statement fluttered in my stomach. I was becoming wild. I knew it and loved it. Jennifer brought out the best in me. I loved her so much. Almost as much as I loved my son, Desmond.

Jennifer shuddered next to me, and her hand scrambled over to grasp mine and squeezed it hard. "Soon, my love," she whispered back.

Soon we would be home and back in our sanctuary. Jennifer pretty much lived at my house now. The renovations at her home by my son made living there uncomfortable. She didn't even hesitate when I invited to live with us for the time being. Now I never wanted her to leave.

I loved my life. I had the love and pleasure of a vibrant, intelligent woman. She satiated me in ways I never thought possible. The only thing to make that better would be... Dammit. It would be Desmond joining us. With Jennifer there I might be able to do it. I shook my head. I was fooling myself.

I watched Leanne and my son when they were together. They were perfect for each other. I could see how they doted on each other. Always in tune and aware of the other. The little touches and caresses to reaffirm their love. All the things my former husband had never done with me. I could never destroy that by sleeping with my son. I would never forgive myself. Desmond would grow to resent me.

But the building sexual tension between Desmond and I was becoming unbearable. When he entered a room with me in it, I could never draw my eyes away from him. I found myself staring at his gorgeous ass. I want to run my hands over that ass. Feel it clenching as he thrust hard into me.

"Jesus, its hot today," I moaned.

Jennifer snorted. "I can usually tell when you're having thoughts about your son," she whispered. "First you ogle me. Which I love. Then your thoughts turn to him. This is getting bad, Jessica."

"I know. I'm sorry."

"And speak of the devil. Here he comes with Leanne, hand-in-hand. What a cute couple they make."

I saw where she was looking and spotted Desmond. He had his tie completely undone and the top two buttons of his shirt were opened up. He looked dashing. I was pleased to see his tie undone. I would get to tie it again. I loved doing that. Fixing his tie. Tying it and sliding the knot up. Straightening the silk and patting it against his expansive chest. The little kiss on the forehead I would receive as a reward.

"Hi, mom! Hi, Jennifer!"

We chorused back our combined hello and Leanne stepped up and gave Jennifer and I both a warm, tight hug. I liked the feel of her in my arms. She smelled nice.

"You're off early, Desmond," I said.

"The manager closed early again. Third week in a row."

"That's strange," I thought and then saw the manager's truck roar past down the main road. He was heading out toward my end of town. I knew for a fact he lived on the other side of town where the wealthier houses were.

Desmond shrugged. "Still a full days pay. Leanne dropped by early hoping I would get off early again."

I squinted my eyes at him. "You didn't come by the market on those early days like today."

Jennifer chuckled.

Desmond looked caught like a little boy again. My stomach flipped. I adored that look. "Um, well..."

"Jessica," admonished Jennifer, and she slapped my ass. It stung and something about it thrilled me. "They're in love and young. What would you do with a spare hour with your lover?"

Leanne gasped and hid her face in Desmond's shoulder.

"Jennifer, stop embarrassing my boy!"

"Embarrass him? Look at Leanne! And no, I won't stop. It's too much fun. Look at them all embarrassed. So tell me, how come today you aren't fooling around?"

Leanne mumbled something into Desmond's shoulder. I didn't hear it, but Jennifer did.

"Date night! Why didn't you just say so? Love," Jennifer had turned to me. "They're going on a date night! How wonderful!"

I saw a gentleman look over at Jennifer after she said that. "Shh! Keep it down." Then what Jennifer said made me blush for some reason.

Leanne peeked out and sidled up to Desmond, holding herself against his side. She looked so demure to me standing like that. She was slightly behind him, and Desmond stood tall and straight. Anyone looking at them would see a man possessing his woman. It was... hot.

She looked at Jennifer and some unspoken message passed between them, and Jennifer smiled at her and nodded.

"What do you say we pack up early?" she said. "The market is slowing down, and I don't think I'll get another sale today." Then I understood. Leanne wanted to get away early to be with Desmond.

Desmond nodded and removed his suit jacket. He handed it to Leanna fully expecting her to take it. When she did and looked happy about it, I started to wonder. She was happy with him. He seemed to be a little direct with her lately. She seemed to enjoy it.

I tried to look at my son as a stranger. What would I think of him if I could see him that way? Beyond the son he was to me. I peered at him and for a moment my perception shifted. I saw a tall, strong man. Chiseled chin. Unruly blond hair, fluttering in the light breeze. He was tanned with bright baby-blue eyes burning bright. His suit looked a little small on him, but it accented his broad shoulders. His hands were large with thick fingers and blond hairs scattered on the back. I blinked, and the image was gone, and my son stood before again.

My pussy was drenched, and I felt guilt and shame again. I was in an endless cycle of lust and shame. I was running harder and farther all time. Those runs cleared my head. But standing there, so close to him, every nerve in my body shouted out to me to do something about it. But I could never do that.

Leanne was a wonderful, beautiful woman. She was so good to Desmond. If I slept with him--allowed him to have an incestuous affair with me--it would shatter their relationship. I could never harm my son. There was nothing I wouldn't do for him. But I wouldn't do that.

I sighed and helped pack everything up. Desmond left to get the truck and bring it closer. Jennifer took one look at me and hugged me. When it went on too long, I pushed her away and looked around the market. No one had noticed. Jennifer gave me a look I knew too well. She was annoyed with me.

I could never win. My life was perfect, and my life was screwed up, all at the same time.

I think I need to see a shrink.

* * *

That afternoon, while Desmond drove us all home in his truck, he explained he was taking Leanne into the city for the night. They had both saved enough money for dinner, a movie, and a cheap hotel room. Leanne was bouncing in her seat; she was so happy. She loved the city and often spoke of getting out of town, like so many of the young generations before her.

Jennifer and I were happy for them. Jennifer, in the little back seat of the truck with me, had her hand pressed inside my upper thigh. Her little finger would reach up now and then and touch my vulva through my panties. I watched out the window at the passing scenery and shuddered in pleasure every time.

She leaned forward between the front seats. "Desmond, I would love to arrange some things in the city for you if you can cancel whatever you've set up. As thanks from me for all the work in my house. Would that be all right?"

I could see the frown on Desmond's face from the back seat. He was helping Jennifer because he wanted to, not because he was looking for payment.

Jennifer, my beautiful lover, saw right through it. She was starting to understand my son almost as well as me. "Before you say no, it's no bother and it would really make me feel much better about you doing all that work. You want me to feel good, don't you? Desmond?"

Leanne was watching Desmond and I could see her excitement. She wanted him to say yes. He glanced at her and then sighed. He nodded into the rear-view mirror and Jennifer and Leanne squealed.

"Oh goody! This makes me so happy!" Jennifer used my thigh for leverage and pushed forward to kiss Desmond on the cheek, with a hard smacking sound. She sank back beside me and sadly removed her hand from my thigh. She pulled out her phone and started typing away.

I glanced over and saw her scrolling through restaurants and hotels.

I looked out the window and smiled. She looked deliriously happy. Desmond kept glancing at her in the rear-view mirror.

"Nothing too expensive," he growled, and the sound of that voice made me quiver. "Okay?"

Jennifer ignored him and Leanne's smile grew wider.

"Jennifer?" he asked again.

"Oh, hush, Desmond," she said. "Let me do this and accept it like a gentleman. You are a gentleman, aren't you?"

I was watching Desmond now. His expression jolted and I could see him thinking and wondering if he was being ungentlemanly. "Uh, yes. Yes, ma'am. I try to be."

"You aren't being one right now. A gentleman is always gracious and allows a woman her pleasure. Now hush. Leanne, what's your favorite food? What do you like?"

I saw a dark, red blush run up my son's neck to his face. He just got schooled by my girlfriend.

"Ooh! Um, let's see. Italian? I love that? Greek is pretty good? I've never had sushi, but that doesn't seem right to me? Uncooked fish. Yuck. Um, American? Is that a thing?"

Jennifer looked up at her for a moment before resuming her typing. "Leanne, why do you always end your sentences like questions?"

I was shocked to my core. Jennifer had just blurted out what I had always wondered.

Leanne looked confused. "What do you mean?"

Jennifer reached up and pulled loose hair from her face and pulled it behind her ear. "You end your sentences like questions. Listen: It sure is hot out? I don't remember it ever being this hot? I think Desmond has the best cock in the county?"

Desmond let out a bark of laughter and then stopped when Leanne looked upset.

"I don't sound like that? Do I? Desmond? I don't talk like that?"

We all sat in silence.

"Oh, shit, I do? Fuck?"

I snorted. "You do, Leanne. You can stop it. Just concentrate."

Jennifer squealed. "Oh, perfect! I found the perfect restaurant. It's new and in a really nice hotel. I've made reservations under your name Desmond. A top floor room in the hotel, too, so you can gaze out at the city. You can catch your movie, have a wonderful dinner, and then simply stroll upstairs and ah, play video games."

Leanna screeched with joy, the sound really loud in the truck cabin. She clapped her hands and reached back to Jennifer. She grabbed her hands and then pulled her toward her and then kissed her on the mouth. She let her go and grabbed onto Desmond. The truck swerved on the road before Desmond straightened it.

"Jesus Christ, Leanne! Calm down!"

"I can't? Oh my God? I love the city and always wanted to eat someplace fancy? Jennifer what does the restaurant serve?"

I had been watching Jennifer. The kiss she had received from Leanne had been more than a simple kiss and Jennifer and I both knew it. She was touching her lips and looked at me. I could see the wonder there. Leanne looked more than a little like me. More like a younger version.

She licked her lips and smiled at me before answering Leanne. "Mostly French cuisine, it looks like, with a little American thrown in."

"Ooh!" moaned Leanne theatrically. "Ooh la la! French cuisine! Is it any good?"

"Very good," replied Jennifer. "It is considered by many to be the most prestigious cuisine in the world."

Leanne's face lit up even more. "Oh, Desmond! This is going to be so romantic! French cuisine! Oh, wait? I don't speak French, Jennifer."

I could see Jennifer bite her cheek to stop from laughing. I had a hard time not doing the same. Desmond was looking sideways at his girlfriend.

"No, love," she said after a moment to get herself together. "You can speak American. They'll understand."

I clasped Jennifer's hand and squeezed it hard.

I remembered a cocktail dress I had somewhere in my closet. It would fit Leanne. Perfectly. I told her and she squealed again.

"Oh Desmond, let's dress up tonight? Pretend to be rich and famous! You in your suit and me in a slutty cocktail dress!"

I don't think Leanna knew what she had said. These kinds of things seemed to be happening more and more. Jennifer rolled her eyes at me, and I laughed. It actually was a slutty cocktail dress.

* * *

Jennifer and I held hands and waved with our other ones as Desmond and Leanne drove off for their big date night. I stayed there until I could only see the dust cloud from the truck off in the distance. I sighed and then Jennifer was in front of me, her head pressed against my breasts, and hugging me hard.

"Off they go," she said.

"My boy's all grown up and a man now."

"A terrific man. You've raised him so well."

"It was easy. He made it easy. Sometimes I felt like he was the one taking care of me."

"But he does. All the time. Everything he does is for you. Including the renovations at my place. He does that for you, love."

I nodded. I knew that. Hearing it made it seem beautiful to me. "And he does it for you, too, Jennifer. You see him looking at you."

She sighed against my chest. "I know."

"But he's in love with Leanne. We have to give him his space. Let him love and learn."

"I know."

"What do you want to do? We have the whole place to ourselves, tonight."

"I want to watch lesbian porn with you and act out everything we see. Everything. Okay?"

I kissed the top of her head. "Sounds perfect."

Chapter Eight--Thunder Only Happens When It's Raining

"We are never so defenseless against suffering as when we love." Sigmund Freud.

August was wrapping up and September would be here soon. The market was flooded with wonderful produce and Desmond, and I were canning like crazy at home. Some of our canned goods we sold with Jennifer, and Desmond and I enjoyed the extra income.

I was starting to have a really hard time separating and controlling my lust for my son. I once called out his name when Jennifer gave me a powerful orgasm with her strap-on. It turned out watching lesbian porn had catapulted our love making into the stratosphere. I had cried and apologized to Jennifer begging for her forgiveness. She didn't hesitate and laughed it off. Inside I was so sorry that I could do that to her.

Often our lovemaking led to me dreaming of Desmond. I couldn't help it. I tried so hard not to.

I woke often with nightmares. Usually, it involved something happening to Desmond. My losing him after capsizing a ship. Of falling out of an airplane. Or the ground swallowing him up while all I could do was watch, helpless.

Jennifer had found a psychologist in town for me after I told her I was having issues. The psychologist was a woman and mostly retired. Jennifer had made the call and arranged an appointment for me. When the appointment came, I suddenly didn't want to go, but Jennifer dragged me.

She had an office in her beautiful expansive house out where the wealthy people lived. She was about ten years older than me, fit and cute in that mousey, doctor kind of way.

Jennifer pulled up to her house--she had insisted she drive me--and watched me walk inside.

A simple wooden sign announced this was the office of Anna Richardson, MS.

The sign didn't say psychologist and I turned and looked back at Jennifer in her car. She frowned at me and made shooing motions. Having a cute Japanese woman frown at you is daunting. I turned back and walked up the two steps of the verandah and knocked on her door.

I fidgeted nervously and waited. The door swung open, and I met Anna for the first time. We shook hands, and she escorted me through her lovely home and into a back office. I was expecting a couch and when I only saw a couple of recliners in the corner, I stopped.

"I expect you were expecting a couch, my dear, that's only in the movies. We sit and talk like adults here," she said, and I could hear the humor in her voice. She rounded her desk and sat down and beckoned for me to take the seat across from her.

I sat, poised near the edge, and placed my shaking hands in my lap and pressed them down to still them. "Thank you for seeing me."

She watched me and then leaned back a little in her chair. "Your friend spoke to me. Said you didn't want this. You're here for her, is that right?"

"Yes."

"You need to be here for you."

"Pardon?"

"You heard me. I only take patients who want to be here. I can't force you. But this won't work if you don't want to be here. Decide."

"Decide?"

"Yes, decide if you need this or not."

"It's not that easy."

"No, it's not. Why do you think your partner wants you here?"

"P-partner?"

She smiled then. "You and Jennifer are intimate, are you not? I could hear it in her voice. She said all the right things as the caring best friend. Only looking out for you. Except, I could hear her love for you in her voice. She spoke using terms that only lovers use. Subtle words. I'm okay with that. Your secret is safe with me. I used to have a lesbian lover many years ago."

I wanted to run and never stop running.

"As your therapist, I assure you of your client privilege. Everything you say in here is protected. I will never divulge any details unless I decide you are a threat to yourself or others. While here you can relax and know I will never judge you. Why don't you tell me your history? That might relax you. Then you can decide if you want to retain my help."

I sat back a little more and gathered my thoughts. I started with my childhood, moving quickly through high school, meeting my husband, the birth of Desmond, and then my husband leaving us and raising Desmond for twenty-years.

"Are you close with your son?" she asked, writing notes.

"Y-yes," I said.

She looked up at me. "How close, would you say?"

"What do you mean?"

"Do you love your son?"

"Of course!"

"And he loves you?"

"Yes."

"You're sure?"

My thoughts went back to those looks he gave me. One's full of longing and desire. I had no doubt my son loved me. I nodded.

"Tell me about Jennifer. She seems quite smitten by you. She's paying for your sessions; did you know that?"

I nodded. Of course, I knew.

"Do you know why she insists on paying?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Why? Because she loves me!"

"That may be true. But I think there's more to it. We'll come back to that. How long have you desired the intimacy of a woman?"

"Since Jennifer moved in up the road."

"Not before? Perhaps in high school?"

I shook my head.

"Not even a little? The occasional thought of a woman pleasuring you when you masturbated?"

I shook my head.

"How long had you known Jennifer before you slept with her?"

"A day." Saying that out loud surprised me at the ludicrousness of it.

"You look surprised. Why?"

"After Desmond was born, I lost all interest in sex. I think perhaps my husband left me because of that."

"Maybe, we'll discuss that in time. But you say you lost interest in sex? For how long?"

"Um, until Jennifer showed up, um, no..."

"Your sexual desire came back before Jennifer showed up?"

I thought hard. It was when I first saw Leanne. Why was that? "Um, no, it was meeting my son's girlfriend for the first time."

"Interesting. What's her name and when was that?"

"Leanne. She's been my son's girlfriend for a couple of years. I met her the day before I met Jennifer. I'm sure it was the previous day."

She wrote some things down and then looked up at me. "You never met your son's girlfriend for two years?"

I nodded.

"Why?"

"Um, I think he was hiding her from me."

"Hiding her, why do you think that?"

I blushed. "She looks a lot like me."

Anne looked very interested. "A little or a lot?"

"A lot. Like my twin."

"Do you have sexual desires for her?"

I squirmed in my seat. The questions were becoming too pointed. Too probing.

"Please answer the question. You are safe here, Jessica. I will never judge you. I need to hear the truth as you understand it. Answer the question. Do you have sexual desires for her?"

"Yes? A little?"

"And you say your sexual desire came back seeing her. Why was that? Are you so in love with yourself that you imagined having sex with her, your look-alike?"

I laughed. "No!"

"But something interested you after twenty-years of nothing. What was it?"

I shook my head.

"Walk through this with me. You opened the door. There is Leanne. She looks like you. Exactly like you. You start thinking. Why does she look like me? What thought happens next?"

I remembered. I looked at my son. I knew right away he was with her because she looked like me. Because. Because. Because...

Anne leaned forward. "Because your son is having sex with her because she looks like you. That's what you thought, wasn't it?"

I started sobbing. My shame and guilt washed over me and threatened to drown me. I felt Anne holding me and I collapsed against her.

I eventually composed myself and Anne insisted we go to the recliners. I sat back and sank into my chair. It held me beautifully and I smiled and then daintily blew my nose.

"Where were we?" said Anne, checking her notes. "Right. Your son is dating your twin. The man you spent twenty years living alone with is suddenly having sexual relations and it turns out he has a thing for girls who look like you. Do you imagine he thinks he's making love to you when he's with her?"

I nodded.

"And you want to have sex with him, don't you? You want to replace her."

I froze. I stared at her, and she looked calmly back at me. I couldn't see any judgment on her face. She looked serene. Understanding. I slowly nodded my head.

"Say it out loud, please."

"I do..."

"You do what?"

"I want to have sex with my son!" I held my head in my hands and cried. Anne had already given me a box of tissues. I grabbed one and wiped my nose. "I'm sorry! I'm such a mess! I must disgust you."

"You don't, but I can imagine why you want to think that. Before we continue, I want to tell you something. Would that be all right? You have to promise me you'll keep this strictly confidential? Okay?"

I looked up and nodded.

She rose and grabbed a photo frame off her desk and handed it to me. "This photo is of my lesbian lover. That's her and me in Jamaica on our honeymoon."

I looked at the photo. They looked so young and happy. Brunettes with the same hazel eyes. The same high cheek bones. The same teeth? I looked up sharply at Anne.

"She was my little sister. We were very much in love. From the moment she was born I took care of her. We married for sickness and for health. Two years after that photo was taken, she was taken from me. Ovarian cancer. Stage Four. It had already spread throughout her body. It only took her two weeks to pass once she was diagnosed. We hadn't even started processing it yet when she died. She was just taken. Snatched from me. I'm telling you this because I understand. You love your son in a way no mother is supposed to love her son. But I understand that love. Your secret is safe with me, Jessica."

I wiped my eyes with a fresh tissue. "Thank you." I was emotionally wrecked. "I'm so sorry for your loss."

She nodded, and I saw her eyes were misty. "And you love Jennifer?"

My heart wanted to burst with my love for her. "Oh, yes. I do."

"She seems like a nice lady. I'm happy for you. But you're here because of your incestuous desires for your son. Does he know?"

I nodded.

"How do you know he knows?"

"I can see it in the way he looks at me. Jennifer has seen it too."

"And you think he wants to have sex with you?"

"Yes."

"How do you know?"

I explained about overhearing Desmond and Leanne making love in the basement and role-playing her being me.

"Oh my," said Anne. "Isn't that something. Have you acted out on anything? Tried catching him in the bathroom after a shower, for example? Catching him masturbating? You know all the tropes?"

"What, no! I can't let anything happen!" Then I remembered the teddy bear nanny cam and shame rushed though me.

"I'm very good at reading people. You just thought of something. Tell me."

I explained what I had done and hung my head in shame.

She chuckled, and I glared at her in surprise and anger. Was she laughing at me?

She patted the air at me. "Sorry! Believe me I'm not laughing at you or anything like that. It's the first I have ever heard of that. Its ingenious in its depravity. You do realise that? You breeched his privacy? You'll need to tell him at some point. He deserves to know. Imagine it reversed and how you would feel."

"I know. I just had to see."

"I understand. And he called out your name, you said?"

"Yes. He said 'mom' and... ejaculated."

"He came thinking about you. Afterward, after he came, how was he? Did he seem calm?"

I nodded, smiling at the memory. "He looked happy to me."

Anne smiled and wrote that down. "Okay, I think it's safe for me to say that you and your son are madly in love with each other and want to take it to the next level. That sound about right?"

"No! I don't want to take it to the next level! That's wrong! I need to stop these feelings! It's tearing me apart! I can't take it anymore! I feel like I'm going insane!"

Anne's face softened. "I'm sorry, Jessica. I understand your pain. The problem is the body has its own desires and the mind sometimes has other desires. In this case, both your body and mind want this. It is your sense of right and wrong that is causing the problems, and there isn't anything wrong with that. Imagine a society where having sex with your relatives was common. Would you live in that world?"

I thought and nodded. "Without repercussions?"

"Without repercussions. A perfect world for you. But you don't live in that world. Jennifer must be aware, is she?"

"Yes. She keeps trying to make it happen."

"And has she done anything with your son?"

"No. She would never betray me like that."

"Betray you? Interesting choice of word. And Leanne, she knows, correct?"

"Yes. I think so. She knows Desmond wants it. I think she encourages him."

"She finds it hot, do you think?"

I nodded.

"Okay, that's enough for today. I need to think. Psychologists run tests, did you know that?" She didn't wait for an answer and just kept talking. "Tests let me get a better understanding of the kind of problem we have. But in this case, I'm pretty sure I understand. Perhaps better than you may think I do. I can tell you that you need to resolve this. Your psyche is under enormous strain. You're feeling the cracks starting. In my professional opinion, you should be having sexual relations with your son. You have a partner who understands, and your son has a partner who understands. Really, it is you who doesn't fully understand and can never accept it, and I get that. For a mother, this is particularly difficult but not an insurmountable task. First, you need to figure out how to not be his mother."

"Is that possible?"

"No, I don't think so. This is an interesting case. I would be very pleased to keep you on as a client. Would you like that?"

"Yes."

"Okay, I'll give you a special number. It's a number for my clients to reach me when they are having difficulty coping. Call me when you have problems, okay? This only works when you can trust me and are willing to open up at any time. Okay? When you are feeling stressed about this, call me. Don't keep it inside anymore. It's not healthy."

I nodded, and she rose. I rose with her, and she handed me a bunch more tissues. She walked me to her front door. My mind was reeling. She had just told me to have sex with my son!

"I suggest you talk openly with your partner about all this. She seems to understand and is accepting. Talk to her. Include her. It will bring you closer, okay?"

I nodded, and she hugged me. I held on and cried a little more. She released me and I ran to the car where my Jennifer was waiting for me.

* * *

When it happened, it happened fast. I didn't expect it. Didn't ask for it.

* * *

One month after first meeting Anne, Leanne broke off with Desmond on a Friday night. No reason given. She just ended it. Over a phone call. It was cold and heartless. So completely out of character.

I was in the kitchen and heard his phone ring down in the basement. He answered, and I knew he was speaking with Leanne. Then it went quiet.

"WHY? TELL MY WHY! YOU OWE ME THAT MUCH!"

I froze. The hurt and anger in his voice was unmistakable. The mother in me reacted instantly. "No, no, no..." I muttered.

"YOU CAN'T JUST DUMP ME WITHOUT TELLING ME WHY!"

No, no, no, I thought. My hands were shaking. This can't be happening. Not to my boy.

"LEANNE? LEANNE? FUUUUUUCK!" he screamed into the air. I heard a crash.

I inched closer to the door to the basement. All was quiet and then I heard crying. My son was crying. He never cried. Never. He once told me the man of the house never cried. When I asked him why he had said "I need to be strong for you, mom."

The sound of his crying broke my heart. I ran down the stairs and saw him collapsed on the carpet, curled up. His sobs shook his body. I saw his phone lying next to him with the screen cracked in the middle. I rushed to his side and touched him.

"GO AWAY!" he cried.

I stroked his back. "Baby! It's okay. It's going to be okay."

"She left me, mom! She left me!"

"I know, I'm so sorry!" I rubbed his back and knelt beside him. I placed a hand on his head and ran my fingers through his hair. He slowly opened up, and soon I had his head in my lap. My baby. I comforted him and held him and stroked his hair.

He lay with his face looking up at me. I looked down at him and wiped tears from his eyes. "I'm so sorry, baby. You don't deserve this. I don't understand how she could do this."

"Either do I mom! We talk all the time. Laugh. Do things. I've been so happy with her."

"I know. She's here all the time. I don't remember being that happy when I was her age."

"She spends a lot of time with Jennifer."

That surprised me. Jennifer had never told me.

"What am I going to do, mom?"

I ran my fingers through his hair. It was so soft. So blond like mine. His eyes like mine. His nose like mine. He was mine. He had been abandoned just as much as my husband had abandoned me. I knew the pain. It had taken me years to get him to understand that his father had never known him and had never left because of him. When he had finally accepted that he had grown into the man he was today. He didn't need another abandonment. I was furious with Leanne. I had to make it better. To comfort my son as only a mother could.

My psychologist had told me to learn how to not be his mother. That was backwards. I had to learn how to be his mother with my whole heart and soul. And embrace all that meant. I felt a massive weight I didn't know I carried lift of me. I had been fighting to be who I thought I was supposed to be. What I had failed at was that I wasn't being the mother my son needed and wanted with his whole heart.

I leaned down and kissed him. It felt natural, like what any mother would do to comfort their child. I kissed his lips, slightly salty from his tears. Then my tongue slipped out and found his. His hand found my breast and squeezed. It was so inappropriate and so perfectly right. I gripped his head by his hair and held his mouth hard against mine.

He kissed me harder, and I kissed back. My hunger rose and so did his.

"Mom? I love you..."

"Baby, I love you more..."

In moments, we were naked from the waist down, and he was inside me. It happened that fast. He was thrusting into me with long hard strokes, calling me mom over and over. My nails tore down his back, and he cried out thrusting against me. We rutted like animals. Years of sexual tension had built to this moment. He grunted and came hard inside me. I felt his incestuous cum splash inside me and it released something in me so primal I hurt my throat voicing it and setting it free.

I came. I have never cum again in my life as I did in that moment. The carnal pleasure of it is seared into my soul. The perfection of it. The bliss of it. The way his desire and mine came together in one perfect moment of pleasure and comfort. My son, who I had birthed, had returned to me. Joined with me once again and in that pure moment my heart burst in a joy I will never fully feel again. If I do, I don't think my heart could contain it. My son and I were complete once more. I had never wanted him out of me when I had birthed him. After all those years he was back inside me where he belonged.

Slowly he stopped pumping into me. I could feel his cum sliding out of me and down between my ass cheeks. My legs were way up high around his body and pulling him into me. My pussy felt like it had been waiting for his cock all my life. It was a perfect fit. He had touched me in places I have never been touched and my orgasm had been all the stronger for it.

Desmond stirred, rising out of our combined orgasm, and looked at me and right away I could see his fear. He had wanted this and never wanted it. Now he had done it and his fear took hold. I kissed him and held him against me.

"Shh, it's okay, baby. It's okay."

"Mom? I'm sorry. I shouldn't have. We shouldn't have..."

"I know, but it's done."

"I wanted this for so long, mom."

"I did, too, baby. I did, too."

"This was wrong, wasn't it?"

"Yes. But I don't regret it, Desmond. I don't regret it at all..."

"But mom, this means you cheated on Jennifer!"

My heart froze. I had cheated on her. "I have to tell her!"

"Tell her you cheated on her with your son?"

"Yes, she'll understand. I know she will..."

"How? Mom, what we just did? How can you explain that?"

He was still inside me. His cum flowing from me like a faucet. I had wanted this for so long and now it was being ruined. "I have to call her. Right now."

Desmond pulled his cock out of me, shuddering at the pleasure it gave him. I felt his absence right away and wanted him back inside me. But I had to call Jennifer.

I ran upstairs, heedless of the cum splashing on to the carpet and hardwood floors. I found my phone and called Jennifer. She answered in one ring.

"Hi, Jessica, what's up?"

"I just fucked Desmond!" I was so upset I swore.

"What? What happened?"

"Leanne dumped him. I went to comfort him and it just kind of happened!"

"You cheated on me?" replied Jennifer quietly.

"Yes, I did. I'm sorry. But you always wanted this for me! I won't do it again! I can't and be with you!"

There was a long pause and I waited to hear her forgive me. Then she spoke quietly. "Jessica, please don't call me again."

"What? No! Please. I need you right now! Jennifer?" I stared at my phone. She had hung up on me. Nothing about the conversation made sense. She knew I wanted Desmond. She had pushed me over and over again. And when I do, she dumps me?

"JENNIFER!" I wailed and then I was back in Desmond's strong arms.

"Mom?"

"Sh-she d-dumped me!" My heart broke. I fell to the floor in a million scattered pieces. Except my son was there to put me back together again.

Over the next few days, we made love almost constantly. When we weren't eating, sleeping, or cleaning ourselves, we made love. He took every one of my holes. I took his. We explored our bodies to the point where I could name every little freckle or mole on his body with my eyes closed.

Making love to my son was the best pleasure I have ever experienced. He would sweep me up and simply take me. His hard cock would press past my lips into my waiting mouth. My pussy would drip until he plugged me fully. My ass would press down and open to him when he least expected it. We made love and cleaned each other with our tongues. He came over every part of my body.

I loved to tongue his asshole, with him on all fours, my arms wrapped around his legs and stroking his cock. He called it playing the trombone, and I even tried to play a tune once.

Through it all, we missed our girlfriends. We spoke of them together while cooling down, soaked in our combined sweat, pussy juice, and cum. Our bond growing with our shared loss. We didn't understand why they had done it. It was too sudden, raw, and heartbreaking. Desmond admitted to me he had been about to propose to Leanne, and he showed me his modest ring, and we cried a little.

I woke on a Sunday. It had been four days since we had been unceremoniously dumped. I stirred awake and felt my son pressed up against my back with his erection pressed between my butt cheeks. I loved that feeling.

I slid around and sank down and took him into my mouth. That gorgeous smell of my son was stronger at his cock, and I sucked it greedily into my mouth. His cum was sweet to my mouth. No bitterness. No salty taste. It was ambrosia to me. I had developed a sick need for his cum. As soon as he was able to cum, I would draw it and pull it free with my mouth, my hands, my breasts, my pussy, and my ass. I wanted to be filled with it. Inside and out. Years of denial had me overdosing on my need.

His need was just as insatiable. He constantly craved my pussy and ass on his mouth. I gave him pointers and soon he was mastering pleasuring me with his tongue and large thick fingers.

He woke slowly and then moaned. He thrust into my mouth, holding my head. I could get four inches of him in my mouth and that was it. I had tried everything to get more inside but I had my limits. The fourth time I threw up on him, he agreed we should stop trying.

I climbed up his hard body and lowered my pussy to his cock. I sank down slowly loving the feeling of his massive head pushing up through my pussy and stretching me out. His cock slid along my wet folds and my clit bounced on his pelvic bone. The perfect fit of a man and woman joined together.

Sex with my husband had never been like this. That had been clinical. Functional. With my son it transcended time and space. My son, yesterday, made me cum in under thirty seconds in the kitchen. He came up behind me as I was washing dishes naked (we hadn't been clothed in days). He knelt down behind me and thrust two fingers into my pussy, finding my g-spot right away, and tongued my asshole.

I came and could barely stand. He withdrew and when I looked around, he was gone. My pussy dripped onto the kitchen floor. I loved my son.

Later that day I pounced on him and thrust the vibrator Jennifer had bought me into his asshole, lubed with my pussy juice. I sucked his cock, turned it on full blast, and he ejaculated into my mouth so hard it splashed on the back of my throat. I swallowed most of it and then kissed him hard and pushed a little into his mouth. He retched and gagged, and I giggled. I promised more and left him panting on the basement couch. As I reached the stairs, I bent over and put the same vibrator, straight from his ass, into mine. I hummed as I walked upstairs.

Now, sitting on top of him, my pussy wrapped around his gorgeous cock, and him suckling hard on my right breast, I rode him hard. My hand slipped down between his legs and found his asshole and probed it with a finger. He grunted and sucked harder on my nipple, biting down.

The doorbell rang.

We froze. I wiggled my finger in his ass.

The doorbell rang again. Then again. And again, and again, and again.

"What the fuck," growled Desmond.

I got off him and felt the sudden emptiness inside me as his cock slipped free. I grabbed my bathrobe and rushed to the door, throwing it on and tying up the sash.

"What do you want?" I growled as I flung the door open.

There standing beside each other were Jennifer and Leanne, holding hands. They were smiling at me. Leanne looked nervous as hell. And she looked like shit. Good, I thought.

I frowned. "What do you two want?"

"We've come to be your girlfriends, again," said Jennifer, matter-of-factly.

"What?"

I saw Leanne's face light up as she looked past me. Desmond joined me at the door, wearing sweatpants and nothing else.

"To be your girlfriends, again," repeated Jennifer.

Desmond growled. "You think that? You think you can dump us and then walk back into our lives again?"

Jennifer rolled her eyes. I could see Leanne looked worried. "Yeah. We had to dump you."

Desmond stepped forward, and I placed a hand on his chest stopping him. He was vibrating. Leanne looked frightened.

"Jennifer?" she asked her, her voice meek.

"Shh. It's okay," she said to her. "Yes. We dumped you so you two could be with each other."

I was stunned. "You did what?"

"Leanne realised Desmond would never go through with what he truly wanted. To be with you. He couldn't so long as he was with her, do you see? She confessed it to me one day. It was really brave of her. I then realised it was the same with you and me. So long as we were together you and Desmond could never happen. So, we arranged to break it off with you. Temporarily. I knew you two would bang pretty quick once the shackles were off.

"By the looks of you two, you've been going at it pretty non-stop. Plus, I snuck over and watched you once through the sunroom windows. That was so hot, I wanted to jump in and join you. But that wouldn't be fair to Leanne, here."

I slammed the door closed in her face and stomped away dragging Desmond with me. We hadn't finished our morning love making, and I had an orgasm waiting for me. She could wait.

Oh, I was mad at her. But I loved her more than anything. She had done what I could never have done. She forced it on me. But now I had Desmond, and I wanted to make love to him again. This time I would whisper in his ear what his girlfriend had sacrificed for him. She had let him go so he could find love with me. Not an easy thing to do. But she had faith their love was strong enough to endure and that he would return to her. She could have lost everything to me. I might not have wanted to give him back. Part of me honestly wanted nothing more than the last four days to continue forever. I was impressed by Leanne. Her strength was there to see if you knew where to look. Desmond would have a beautiful partner with her. I cared for her more than I cared to admit.

But I also knew I would never give him back. Not completely. She would have to learn to share him with me.

Jennifer had done the same thing as Leanne. Except she was older and wiser and knew we would be together again. She and I fit as perfectly together as Desmond and me. She had all the faith in us she needed and knew I would never resist her. How could I? We had opened our souls to one another. Like Desmond and I have now done.

She and Leanne had done that for us. Their love for us allowed it to happen. With it came their acceptance. How could Desmond and I ever find their equals? The answer was never. We had already found them, against all odds.

For now, Jennifer could stew outside and wonder if perhaps she had misjudged me. It would serve her right. As for Leanne, I knew I would let her join in with Desmond and me. She deserved it. She had figured out what to do and had done it. Jennifer was correct, she had been brave. Leanne was going to make a great daughter-in-law and one day fill the house with beautiful grandchildren for me and Jennifer to spoil.

Then as I lowered my pussy back down on my son's gorgeous cock, shivering with naughty delight as he stretched and filled me, I wondered how all four of us would live in the one small house. But that was something I didn't need to have answers for just yet. Those answers would come in time.

I couldn't wait.

Epilogue

"I really wanted to bang my mom, but it never happened, dammit." Sigmund Freud, probably.

One year later, on a mid-summer, Sunday morning, Desmond held me after he came inside me. I was enraptured with him. I lay on him fully pressing my entire naked body against his. I could feel all his hard muscles and squirmed against him. His large hands stroked my back lightly, raising goosebumps all over me. His hands caressed my bum and squeezed them and then ran down to the top of my thighs. I shivered. His hands started their climb back up, retracing their route, until his fingers stroked my neck and then the cycle would start again.

Cum flowed out of my pussy, around where his cock filled me. I was in heaven. My pleasure was complete. My soul was complete. We could hear Jennifer puttering around the kitchen and heard a squawk from Leanne.

"I can't believe you did that!" she shouted at Jennifer.

Jennifer laughed. "How can I resist that cute butt?"

We heard the snap of a hand towel and Leanne squawked again.

Desmond chuckled. "We should get up. They're fighting again."

"They're trying to take their minds off us," I whispered into his neck, and shivered as his fingers lightly traced the crack of my ass.

"I know," he said. "Mom? You know where this is going, don't you?"

I refused to answer.

Eventually we rose and showered together and started our day.

My girlfriend Jennifer, and Desmond's girlfriend, Leanne, had finally left our lane that fateful day a year ago, and had gone who knows where. Desmond and I had fucked listening to them arguing outside. The doorbell would ring. Jennifer would yell in at us. It was quite the scene and one they manufactured. Once I had fully explained what had happened to Desmond, he had been so relieved. And angry. He felt manipulated. In time, he grew to understand it all much more clearly. It's not often you find a girlfriend willing to allow her boyfriend to fuck his mom.

Eventually, a week later, we opened our home to them once again. They entered, looking ashamed, and waited to hear what we had to say. After, Desmond had hugged and kissed Leanne. I pulled Jennifer into my arms and kissed her soundly. We talked. We cried. We laughed.

Then we had taken things ever so slowly.

What they had done had enabled our love to grow. Desmond saw that now and I think his love for Leanne grew in leaps and bounds.

My psychologist Anne had wanted to know what our sex life was like in our home. I had simply answered that we found a way to co-exist. I still slept with Desmond, but it was a rare occurrence now. We only made love about four times a week. Heh. Jennifer and Leanne gave us our space when we needed it. They both understood my love for my son didn't supplant their love for us. Leanne shared her boyfriend with me. Jennifer knew my love for her would never wane. I adored her with all my heart.

Two months ago, Leanne had slept with Jennifer after first asking Desmond and me. She had wanted to experience the attention of a woman after watching Jennifer and me for so long. She couldn't with me, she had said, apologizing. Some bridges were simply too far too cross. Leanne had been curious and now that she had her fling, she seemed content with just Desmond.

Jennifer wanted a threesome with Desmond. She talked about it all the time.

I didn't. I wasn't willing to share Desmond. Not with anyone else, not even my love. Just with Leanne, his girlfriend. I was being a hypocrite and didn't care.

After ten months, Desmond proposed to Leanne. He had waited until he was sure we could survive together in the house. My son was learning. I loved watching how he interacted with everyone in the house. He didn't strut exactly, but I could see his pride in living in a house with three gorgeous women of which two were banging him routinely. He was careful and spread his affection to everyone equally.

Jennifer proposed to me a week later with the most ostentatious engagement ring I had ever seen. She filled my heart to bursting. I had dragged her to the city, and we picked out a ring for her. A matching pair. She had already put it aside and paid for it. God, I loved her.

I should explain that we had been fooling the entire town all this time. Desmond was the key to hiding everything. His engagement to Leanne had the town buzzing with delight. Conversations and gossip about Jennifer and I were simply: we were The Two Widows. That was enough of a white lie for the town to simply ignore the blatant reality of our relationship. The town gossip only needed something to hang their ignorance on and they looked the other way. Life can be simple sometimes if you don't blatantly flaunt things.

Desmond was working on an extension to the house. He had completed the renovations at Jennifer's home, and she was looking for a long-term renter. After Desmond had a long talk with Jennifer, she was helping him with the work on our home. They made quite the team. The new extension was being paid for by my Jennifer. She said she was investing in our future. The extension would add a thousand square feet to the home. It was going to be beautiful.

I was watching them out the sunroom window that same Sunday morning. Leanne sat near me, sipping a tea. We watched our fiancés sweating and working on the new foundation. Watching Desmond toil and work and sweat always made me tremble inside with lust. Leanne was watching him as well.

"Jessica?" she said quietly.

"Yes, hon?"

"I think we should all sleep together..."

"What?!" Her admission shook me to my core. I had been the one fighting this for so long. I was so terribly afraid of the outcome. I didn't want to jeopardize our relationships. Everything was too perfect.

"Hear me out," she said and looked right at me. She rarely looked at me. Now looking into her eyes, I could see why. I could see the desire there. She had been hiding it so well. Now, she was opening herself up to me. I felt a surge of something run through me. The same feeling I got when looking at Desmond poised above me and thrusting deep inside me. The same feeling I got when I looked down and watched Jennifer pleasuring me with hunger. "This needs to happen."

"No, it doesn't!"

"Yes, it does!" she almost shouted at me. "The only one stopping it is you, Jessica! We are all walking around you so carefully. Watching what we say! But you're banging your son and we can all hear it! Jennifer wants Desmond so badly! She loves him like you do! I slept with Jennifer, and I so wanted more! So much more, but we couldn't! It would hurt you too much! And I want to be with you! You make Desmond so happy! We can hear you together! It's so beautiful! We all want to share in that! Jennifer and me! We talk about it all the time." She leaned forward toward me. "Jessica? If you don't allow this, it's going to tear us apart! Can't you see that?"

I didn't know what to think. I was stunned at her revelation. I had thought we were living in a perfect symbiosis. A perfect arrangement.

An arrangement where I get everything I want and no one else does, I realised.

"What does Desmond think?" I finally managed to ask.

"He wants it."

"Truly?"

She nodded her head vigorously. "Yes, he does. He really likes Jennifer. He spends so much time with her, you know?"

I did know and Jennifer had told me repeatedly about the sexual tension between them.

"Let me think about it."

She looked long and hard at me and then sat back and sipped her tea. "Just don't take too long," she whispered.

Later that evening I called Jennifer into our bedroom. I sat on the bed and when she came in, she paused.

"Am I in trouble or something?" she asked with a smirk.

"No. Come sit with me."

She settled in beside me, sitting cross-legged like me. "What's up?"

I looked around our bedroom. On the other side of the back wall, I knew Desmond was going to add a large bathroom and walk-in closet for Jennifer and me. Below it would be an expanded kitchen. Jennifer was already browsing for modern professional kitchen appliances. My home would soon be ideal for us all. Everything we could ever want would be ours for the taking. Did I want to open my bed to my son, his fiancé and mine? I knew I did. But I was so frightened. Normal people didn't do this sort of thing.

I watched Jennifer and she watched me. I leaned in and kissed her. It was a sweet simple kiss. I held it for a moment and then leaned back.

"Leanne gave me an ultimatum."

"An ultimatum? About what?"

"The four of us."

"Oh," she said and looked away.

"You knew?"

"Of course, I knew. Desmond, Leanne, and I talk about this all the time. Desmond wants this. He wants to show his love for you."

"By allowing his fiancé into our bed?"

"Yes!" She took my hands in hers and squeezed them. "This isn't normal. I can see the fear in your eyes. Trust me, love. This will be good for us. We all walk around on eggshells. Desmond is beside himself. He worries this will break us apart!"

"So am I!"

"No, he's worried NOT doing it will break us apart!"

"And you? How will you feel sharing our bed with Desmond and Leanne?"

She grinned at me. "Baby, I've been with Leanne. She's such a sweet young thing. Her and me? We had a really good time. It was exciting and afterwards? We were totally okay with it. Seeing your reaction, though? That changed our minds. It's you who must accept this. We won't force you, but, my love, this is the next logical step. You know it's true. Look into your heart."

I did. For Jennifer, I did. A large part of me wanted this so badly. Another smaller part, the louder part, screamed at me to stop this. That the damage would be unrepairable. There was no way we could survive in a relationship with four people in it. Right?

"How would we do this?" I asked finally, searching for any reason not to do it. Damn, I think I may be already deciding...

Jennifer smiled that beautiful smile of hers. The one reserved for me. The smile that told me that she would always be there for me and love me unconditionally. I smirked at that thought. Unconditionally, provided I went along with this. "With tonight's movie night? Except something a little more daring?"

I snorted. "More daring than that soft porn we watched?"

"Yeah. Something with one man and three women. Take our cues from them. Like we first did when we watched the lesbian porn."

That had been educational. We had learned scissoring from those movies. I tried to think of anything to put a stop to this. I failed.

I nodded and Jennifer, surprising me as always, merely nodded and kissed me. She got up and walked out and left me to my thoughts. She hadn't needed to say anything else.

* * *

Movie night started like any other. It was a favorite pastime of ours. A family gathering. We ate popcorn and drank wine and beer and had a good time all sitting together on the couch. Tonight, Jennifer had lit a fire in the fireplace. It was competing with the air conditioning, but it added a romantic ambiance.

Desmond and I sat in the middle of the couch with our fiancés on the outside. We had drinks but the popcorn was absent. Jennifer had placed a couple of whipped cream bottles on the coffee table. And strawberries. She fed me one and then squirted a little cream into my mouth. I gargled and choked a little and then Jennifer kissed me and together we ate the fresh berry. The juices swimming in our mouths, mixed with cream and our tongues.

She broke the kiss and laughed. I looked where she was laughing and saw Leanne and Desmond staring at us with a little surprise.

Jennifer grabbed another strawberry and then got up and knelt in front of Leanne. She popped the strawberry into her mouth, squirted a little whipped cream in while Leanne held her mouth open, and then she kissed Leanne. Desmond and I watched them French kiss and I was immediately turned on. Watching my fiancé kissing her gave me thrills. Watching Desmond staring at it, gave me thrills.

Jennifer broke the kiss and left Leanne with her mouth open and her head tilted forward waiting for more. I smiled at her lost and lustful expression. Jennifer can really kiss.

Jennifer took another strawberry and then looked at me. I knew what she wanted, and I nodded. She grinned and moved over in front of Desmond. Desmond gave me a look, but Jennifer took his chin and forced him to face her. She popped a strawberry into his mouth and then squirted a little whipped cream in. I could see Leanne watching them very closely and her expression was one of pure joy. She was witnessing something I now realized she had wanted more than anything. I had stopped that. A little guilt frosted my thoughts.

Jennifer leaned in and kissed my son. Her tongue sensually licked the little cream on his lips and then she kissed him hard. I heard Desmond moan. They chewed the berry and swallowed the juice and cream. They broke their kiss.

"Thank you, Jennifer," he said and kissed her again. Their lips parted and they French kissed in front of his mother and his fiancé. Now that they had started, I could see their lust for one another. Leanne could too. It was real and beautiful and right in front of us.

My stomach fluttered and my groin grew hot and wet. We wore only our lounging clothes which were nothing more than pajamas. I could feel my nipples harden and press against the soft material. Leanne placed a hand on Jennifer's lower back and stroked her, urging her to continue. That little touch bridged the gap between sex between two people and something more.

Desmond's hand snaked up and held the back of Jennifer's neck and pulled her harder against his lips. Jennifer made a happy sound.

Leanne rose and sat next to me and took one of my hands. "Jessica? Can I kiss you?"

I nodded and then we kissed. Her lips were soft like my Jennifer's. I could taste the sweetness of the strawberry and cream. My lips parted and her tongue gently probed my mouth. My tongue met hers. Her other hand wrapped itself around my neck and pulled me in. I let go of her hand and held her head. Our tongues danced and I moaned at the pleasure. I could smell our arousal. Our lips crushed each other seeking more.

Her free hand found my right breast and I moaned loudly as she squeezed my flesh in the most intimate way. She stroked it and rubbed her palm across my tight nipple. More wetness filled my vagina. It ached for more. A touch. A tongue. A finger. My son's cock. I reached up and found her perfect breast in mine. It was shaped so much different from Jennifer's but with the same softness, heat, and roundness. My thumb stroked her nipple through her top and she moaned into my mouth.

I broke off the kiss and stared at her. Her eyes were half-lidded. Her mouth parted and wet with our spit. She looked gorgeous.

"You're gorgeous, Leanne," I said and meant every word. She wasn't my Jennifer, but she was a close second.

I felt a tap on my knee and turned to find Desmond's face inches from mine. We kissed. Normally we hid this from the others. I didn't like being incestuous in front of our family. I was too self-conscious. But in that moment, I needed to display it. To show my family that our love was pure and beautiful.

We kissed deeply as only practiced lovers can do. We were lost in it and then I felt Leanne's hands wrap around me and cup both my breasts. We were doing it. Starting a sexual relationship with all of us. My heart pounded painfully in my chest and my fears resurfaced. Then Leanne kissed the back of my neck and pressed herself up against my back.

I was kissing my son deeply and his fiancé was massaging my breasts and hugging me hard from behind. I could feel her breasts pressed up against me. My fears vanished replaced by desire.

I felt movement and then Desmond sucked in his breath hard. I glanced down and saw Jennifer sucking the tip of his cock. He was harder than I ever remember seeing him. His excitement had gone supernova. His cock stood straight up and gleamed in the dim light with all his masculine prowess. My Jennifer was sucking my son's cock in front of me.

Desmond could no longer kiss me, lost in his pleasure.

"Oh my God!" said Leanne. "She's sucking him! Oh baby! How does that feel?"

Desmond grunted and I watched Jennifer take more of him into her mouth. She had blown her father many, many times and knew what to do. A few more deep sucks and Desmond came grunting and groaning. Jennifer kept him locked in her mouth and pumped his shaft.

"He's cuming," whispered Leanne. "Right into her mouth. Baby! That's so hot! So quick!"

Leanne and I watched her keep sucking him until he seemed to deflate where he sat. She pulled her mouth free and rose and found my mouth. She pressed her mouth to mine and forced his cum, still hot and delicious, into my hungry mouth. Just as a good-sized dollop found my tongue, she broke the kiss and then kissed Leanne. They smacked lips and I watched Leanne swallow her gift from Jennifer.

Then it was over. Jennifer sat back and looked at Leanne and me with a look of pride on her face.

"That was fun!" she announced and stood up. She walked in front of the television and then tore off her pajamas. She stood naked and proud in front of us and then did a silly little dance thing that had me laughing at her. She grinned and danced some more. She danced backwards toward Desmond and then leaned right over, touching her toes. Her ass crack gaped open, and we could all see her wet pussy and asshole.

Desmond didn't even blink. Suddenly his face was between her ass cheeks, and he ate her. I watched my son's tongue lick her clit and then burrow through her dripping lips. He probed deep into her pussy and then washed his flat tongue over her asshole. I loved watching his throat convulse as he swallowed her nectar. I knew that taste. I knew how sweet and delicious she was. My son was getting his first taste and I was so happy for him.

"Screw the movie," I muttered. "We don't need visuals." I stood and tore off my clothes, with Leanne about two seconds behind me. We found each other and I pushed her back onto the couch. She landed and shrieked a laugh which cut off when I placed my mouth over her pussy and licked her deep and hard.

She was delicious. I loved pussy. The taste and the smell and the textures were mind blowing for me. Leanne tasted subtly different from my lover's. But I loved both. It was like trying to choose between two succulent strawberries. I smiled and drove my tongue deep into her vagina. She moaned and I loved the sound. Normally I only heard her moan from Desmond's room. Now it was loud, and I was the reason behind it.

"You taste so good!" I said and sucked gently on her clit. Her hands were twisted into my hair and holding my face between her legs. Her hips rose rhythmically to meet my mouth and I fucked her pussy with my tongue.

Jennifer was moaning just as loudly, and I could tell she was close to orgasming. I knew those sounds.

"Jessica! Stop and watch! He's about to fuck her!"

I lifted my face from her groin and turned my face just in time to see my son's hard cock slip past my lover's pussy lips and plunge deep inside her with one powerful thrust. Jennifer just about came right then and there. He pulled back and I admired the wet gleam of Jennifer's pussy all over his massive cock.

I wanted it in my mouth like that and I crawled and half-fell toward where my son was fucking my future wife. I grabbed his cock by the base and yanked it free. Desmond cried out and Jennifer complained loudly and then I had his cock in my mouth.

His cock was hotter than normal. Jennifer's slick wetness let him glide effortlessly into my throat. I could taste him and Jennifer. A sweet mix of flavor that had me panting in lust. I drooled. I sucked on it. I licked it.

Then Leanne found my pussy from behind me. Her fingers slipped inside me and then found my clit. I moaned and sucked Desmond harder. He pulled away and then plunged back into Jennifer. It was right there in front of me. I had a front row seat. I watched my son's cock drive into Jennifer. I loved how her lips stretched around his girth. I loved how his heavy balls swung and slapped her clit. I could hear the wet sound.

For the next ten minutes we stayed that way. I would take Desmond into my mouth and suck up all the juice and flavor. Leanne fingered me throughout and I moaned around another small orgasm. Jennifer had cum twice already.

"Leanne," I managed to gasp. "Desmond, Leanne needs some..."

Desmond moved quickly. He lifted Leanne high up into the air with her facing him. He lowered her down onto his cock and I lined it up and helped. She sank down and I watched her juices run freely down his exposed shaft and balls. I licked at it. Then Jennifer joined me. Two tongues found her cream and devoured it. Jennifer went higher and found her slightly opened anus and licked deep.

Leanne came like a thunderbolt. She shook in Desmond's arms, her ass cheeks held firm in his large hands. He didn't stop pumping into her, and Jennifer and I kept licking whatever we could get our tongues on. Leanne came again. Desmond pounded her and she shrieked.

Jennifer rose. "Desmond, baby? Can you hold off coming for a bit?"

He nodded and Jennifer ran off upstairs.

I put my mouth back on Desmond's balls and exposed shaft. I licked higher and found her asshole and licked deep. I was licking their crotches and fingering my pussy. I was loving this and cursed myself for having fought this for so long. We were going to be so much better than all right after this.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and sat back. Jennifer wore our strap-on, already lubed.

She lined it up to Leanne's wet and gaping asshole and pushed it in.

Leanne shrieked and came like a banshee. It took all of Desmond's strength to hold on. Jennifer thrust with Desmond. Leanne's head seemed to come loose and rolled around on her shoulders. She was making strange sounds. Good sounds.

Desmond grunted and I watched his cock pulse and twitch as he dumped his cum deep into Leanne. I couldn't keep my eyes off it. His legs shook and I licked at his balls.

Then he withdrew his cock and a flood of cum poured from Leanne's swollen pussy to find my waiting mouth. The taste of Jennifer mixed with Desmond paled in comparison to a full mouth of cum and Leanne's cream. I ate her out while Jennifer continued to fuck her asshole with short thrusts of her strap-on. Leanne was moaning non-stop. She shuddered to another orgasm, just from being ass-fucked and then melted into Desmond's arms, done for the moment.

Desmond laid her down on the couch and then made a huge oomph sound as I tackled him to the rest of the couch. I straddled him and put his wet cock, slick with Leanne's cream into my pussy. I rode him hard. Jennifer had removed the strap-on and sat on his face, facing me. Desmond licked and fucked. I reached out to Jennifer and pulled her to me.

As my son fucked me and ate out my girl, I kissed her.

"I love you, Jennifer."

"I love you, Jessica."

"Why didn't we do this sooner?" I said, and Jennifer, Desmond, and Leanne all laughed and couldn't stop.

* * *

The next morning, we all lay in bed together. The room was thick with the smell of sex. We had fucked for hours. Desmond would cum about once an hour. The rest of the time he was still hard and still willing and able to pleasure his little "harem" as he called it.

Us girls had daisy-chained most of the night, too. This usually got Desmond raring to go another round. He took all of us in every hole. Repeatedly. My sheets were badly stained. The pillows and duvet were somewhere in the room. Water glasses perched on side tables. Cum and pussy juice were everywhere. We were coated in it.

We loved it.

Only Desmond and I were awake. I lay back against him, sitting on his lap, with his cock still inside me, but soft. I was so sore. All my muscles ached. My pussy and ass were on fire. Desmond's had said an hour ago his cock was raw.

We were fucked out.

I lay in a state of bliss and satiation I had never experienced before. I felt more of a woman than any other time in my life. It only took the love of my son and two other women to bring it to me.

"I love you, Desmond," I said as I held his hands cupping my breasts.

"I love you, mom," he said softly into my ear. "That was amazing. The best night of my life."

"I bet. One man and three women. Probably every man's dream."

He laughed quietly. Leanne and Jennifer lay sprawled in a failed 69 position. They had started and fallen asleep like that. Jennifer snored into Leanne's pussy. Leanne kept twitching. We watched them.

"I love all of you," he said.

"Same."

"But mom? It's you I love more than anyone. My heart sometimes can't contain my love for you. It hurts sometimes."

"My son," I said and reached up and caressed his stubbly cheek. "You are my child. You hold the most special place in my heart. No one can ever change that. My love for you transcends everything in my life. And now? Now that we are lovers? My love is so enormous it frightens me. Twenty years of no sexual desire and now look at me."

He said nothing and held me. I loved the feeling of my naked incestuous flesh pressed up against him. His hands cupped the breasts that fed him. His cock was buried deep inside where I had birthed him. I was complete and whole.

"You went with Leanne because she looks like me, right?" I said in a whisper. I never wanted Leanne to hear this from me.

"Yeah. I couldn't help it."

"Why?"

"Because you are the most beautiful woman in the world to me, mom. You are so gorgeous. With Leanne I saw the same beauty. How could I not fall for her when she looks like you? But better yet, she's different than you. I love her with all my heart. Now I have both of you. I'm one lucky man."

"And Jennifer, too."

"I love her too, mom. She's madly in love with you, you know? I know she says it, but mom? She really fucking loves you. You make her so happy."

I sighed contentedly. She did that to me, too.

"We all have so much love. Its surreal! But it can't be real, can it? Can four people fall in love so perfectly? I mean, this has to be some story, made up by someone. No one would believe it."

"Maybe, but who cares? For us it's perfect."

I felt Desmond grow harder inside me. His cock filled and stretched me, and I moaned at the sensation. I was hoping he had one more load in him. Just for me.

"I think I'll start running with you, mom."

"Oh? Why's that? You've never wanted to, before."

"I think I'll need the cardio. Just to keep up with three of you."

"Hmm. Good idea."

Desmond had one small load for me that I coaxed from him with a finger in his ass and my hand caressing his balls. We managed not to wake the others and I fell asleep, my son's beautiful cum leaking out of me, spooned in front of him.

We had our whole lives together. Just the four of us.

One happy family.

The End

Author's Closing Comments:

I hope you enjoyed that. This story is going to end right here. Sorry for the glaring errors in earlier versions and sorry for hijacking my own story and adding a whole new bit.

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Stay sexy my friends,

Lana Ocean

February 2022

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