The Mother/Son Book Club

Prologue:

It started at a brightly lit cafe in the afternoon. Three friends, all married mothers, were having a conversation over coffee, as they did every Wednesday. This time, however, things were far different. A great deal had happened to all of them recently, and finally, last week, they had shared this with each other. Although their stories were all very different, the similar outcomes had led them to believe that this sort of thing was much more common than they would have guessed before, especially in their small town.

This week, Raquel had suggested that they share their stories with others.

“So, wait, how would this work? Hypothetically, I mean.” Gina, a curvy, olive-skinned-brunette dressed in tight jeans and a loose sweater, asked. “Would it just be the three of us and our sons?”

Raquel, a conservatively-dressed blonde, allowed herself a small, subtle smile. She knew her friends well. They’d been best friends since high school, always pushing each other a little farther, a little harder. They’d had some wild adventures together in college, but somehow they had become married, bored, and horny. Not to mention ignored, neglected, and it some cases betrayed.

“Well, Gina,” Raquel answered. “Hypothetically, we’d start, yes. We’d write the first three parts of the book together. Each one of us would write a chapter with our sons. Then, when we had enough to share and entice, we’d expand our circle. Lord knows there are enough desperately horny mothers in this town to fill at least a city bus, much less my living room.”

The third member of the group leaned forward and spoke. Linda was an athletic redhead who seemed to constantly wear yoga pants or leggings, today alongside a tight tank top. Linda usually followed her friends’ lead, but this time, she couldn’t hold her peace any more.

“God, I don’t know if I could share this, guys. Its so personal. I’ve never felt this loved in my life…and certainly not this well fucked, but to tell other people…”

Raquel’s eyes widened at Linda’s admission. Gina smiled widely.

“No one is forcing you to tell, but I bet you and Bleys would like to hear our stories as well, right?” Gina said, obviously all in now that she realized that she would get to hear more details about the forbidden relationships of all the others. “So, I trust you both and your boys, of course. We all know more or less everything about each other. But we’re going to invite other friends, right? Maybe even women who we don’t know, and their sons! How do we know they won’t talk?”

Linda answered this time.

“What if we demanded proof? We’re going to have them show up together, right? And then tell their stories. So, we make them provide something like a picture or an audio or video recording that’s very incriminating. Something we’d all have access to.”

“Oooh,” Gina said, “I like that!”

“I do too,” Raquel nodded in agreement. “And we can always allow a mother and son to express their love in front of the group if they would prefer. We can still record it for posterity.”

“And it would be hot as fuck,” Linda said. “We could assemble the media and stories in some kind of archive so that everyone could see them any time after they’re presented. I could make the website and make sure it’s nice and secure.”

“Then it’s settled,” Raquel said with a smug smile. “Every week a mother will share her story alongside her son. You each know what you have to do at home. Give me a list of any women you’d like you invite, especially those that you think have already done something. If we run into anyone on the verge, we can give them a little push and send them down the…correct path. I’ll host the first meeting. I’m confident that this will be so very, very enjoyable for all of us.”

* * *

Three weeks after their conversation at the cafe was the first meeting of the Auburn Hills Mother/Son Reading and Discussion Club. Raquel joked that the name was so long because anyone who might be suspicious would probably fall asleep by the time they finished reading it. It was exactly the sort of thing that education-conscious suburban helicopter moms might come up with to keep their sons on the right track.

Never mind that the track now included a stop in their mother’s beds.

Gina, Linda, and Raquel were prepared for the small crowd of mothers and sons that had shown up, looking nervous and milling about, eating the provided snacks and sharing suspicious glances. They each had their own stories ready to tell, and proof would, of course be provided. But all of them knew each other, if not as friends or acquaintances, then at least on sight. It was a small town. There was a lot of fear of exposure, as was natural. It was for this reason, that the three “Founding Mothers”, as they called themselves, had decided to share one of their stories at the inaugural meeting, to break the ice.

Linda would go first…

* * *

Book 1 – Sleeping Beauty – Linda and Bleys

“No. You can sleep it off at your useless friend’s house.”

Bleys sat on the couch and pretended not to hear the contempt in his father’s voice. He wanted to speak up, to tell him that he shouldn’t talk to her that way, but he knew from experience that wouldn’t end well. Meanwhile, his father continued to bark into the phone.

“I don’t care. You wanted to go out and have fun with the girls, you can find your own damn way home. It’s disgusting the way you all want to act like you’re still at college,” his father added. It was enough to give Bleys the courage to speak up.

“I can get her, Dad. I don’t mind,” Bleys said. His voice was soft, but there was a confidence to it that surprised him. The truth was that his mother, Linda, worked hard at her job, stayed fit, and still managed to make dinner and take care of the house. While his father made more money, he hadn’t contributed to the family in any other way for years.

Bleys didn’t know what had happened between his parents. He could remember, many years ago, his father taking him fishing, being attentive to his mother, and the family being happy. For the last few years, he’d come home late from work regularly and simply checked out when he was home. His “home office” had basically become where he lived. Worse, at least to Bleys, was that he was cruel to Linda.

Bleys couldn’t imagine being cruel to that woman. Even were she not his mother, she was kind and smart and beautiful. He sighed, knowing where that train of thought led from long experience.

Bleys’ father looked at him sternly before speaking again into the phone.

“Our son is coming to get you at the restaurant. Just wait there,” he said, before hanging up. With that he gave his son a nod, a combination of dismissal and acknowledgement, before returning to his tablet, ignoring his presence.

Bleys took that as a blessing as he expected to be yelled at at least a little bit for going against his father. He ran upstairs, grabbed the keys to his car and his jacket and was out the door and in his own beat-up truck before he wondered why his mother hadn’t just asked one of her friends to drive her home. He knew Gina and Raquel and was friends with their sons, and knew that either of them would have offered.

The drive to the local chain restaurant only took him about five minutes – there was little traffic on a weeknight. He was not surprised to see Gina waiting with his mother on a bench outside. It was the sort of thoughtful thing that they would do for one another, ensuring that neither was alone at night.

When Bleys pulled up, he saw Linda standing, slowly. She wobbled a bit on her heels and he hopped out of the truck to help his mother. He walked around quickly and she took his arm, gratefully.

Bleys noticed a few things all at once. The first was that his mother was drunk. He’d never seen her like this, so that took him a bit aback. The second was that her mascara, which had been expertly applied as always, was running slightly, as though she’d been crying. The third was that she was fucking hot.

Bleys knew the latter fact, of course. He’d tried to ignore it, but tonight, that was pretty much impossible. He hadn’t seen her get ready before going out. Linda wore a very short green dress which tightly gripped her athletic body, showing off her toned thighs, tight ass, and gorgeous breasts. Her short red hair was arranged to frame her face, which itself was made up almost perfectly with special attention paid to the red of her lips. She wore nothing on her legs, but they required no adornment. Black high-heels completed the image.

Gina, her friend, was short and curvy, with long black hair and the olive skin of her Italian ancestry. She wore a form fitting black dress that night and while Bleys certainly thought she was hot as well, all of his attention was reserved for his mother.

“Hey, Bleys,” Gina said.

“Hi, Mrs. Harrington,” Bleys answered with a smile, helping his mother into his truck. Linda said nothing, but smiled at her son appreciatively as he closed the door.

Bleys was about to walk around to the other side when he realized that Gina had grabbed his arm, gently.

“Bleys…look, your mom has been a bit emotional tonight. I wouldn’t say anything but I know that she was really hoping that your dad would come pick her up. Normally she would have asked me to drive her home, but tonight…she really wanted some attention from her husband.”

“Oh,” Bleys said, unsure how to answer.

“I know that things at home haven’t been great for her, or you. She doesn’t gossip but I’ve known for her a long time. I know when she’s holding something back,” Gina said, before pausing. She stayed silent for a long time as if mulling something over, before speaking again. “I think it would be very good for her, and for you, if you told her how sexy she looks tonight, and maybe paid her some attention. She might pass out when she gets home but if she doesn’t, maybe you could hang out with her a little while. She needs her man to care for her, and tonight, at least, that’s you.”

Gina smiled, kissed Bleys on the cheek (as she always did with her friends), and walked off, leaving him a bit dazed. He knew that his mother’s friend wouldn’t lie to him or intentionally mislead him, but was it really a good idea to tell his own mother that she was sexy, even if it was so obviously true.

Bleys got in his truck, started it, and was still a bit distracted as he pulled out of the parking lot, so he was surprised to feel his mother’s light touch on his leg.

“Thank you for coming,” she said, softly.

“Of course, mom. I’m not going to leave you out here,” Bleys said, before adding: “You look um…incredibly sexy, by the way.”

If Bleys had any worries about offending his mother, her answering smile and giggle pushed them aside. He’d never heard his mother laugh like that before. It was flirtatious and…cute? Why hadn’t he ever thought of her that way as well? It was perfectly obvious. She was sexy, desirable, kind, smart, and…adorable. At that moment, more than anything else, he wanted to let her know, but instead, he reached across the seat to hold her hand.

Bleys misjudged the distance, or perhaps Linda shifted a bit, because instead of her hand he felt her thigh. Warm, bare, and smooth, it was obvious that she had shaved tonight. He made a noise in his throat, somewhere between shock and desire, and withdrew his hand quickly, but his mother said nothing. He did not dare look at her, being afraid of what he would see in her eyes.

Before long, they were home again. Bleys helped his mother get out of the car. She held his arm tightly as they approached the door, and he couldn’t help but notice how good her body felt pressed into his. Her breast felt firm against his arm, and he bet it would feel amazing in his palm. He wondered what sorts of noises his mother made when she was aroused, and if she enjoyed being fondled like that. He was disgusted at himself for these thoughts, as always, but he couldn’t ever stop them.

Bleys’ father was already halfway upstairs when they came inside. He barked out a few words over his shoulder as he looked at Linda, his face a mask of disgust.

“She can sleep downstairs, in the guest room. I don’t want any drunks in my room,” he said.

Bleys had had enough. He was about to ask his father where he got off acting like this, but then his mothers hand was on his forearm. He looked at Linda, and she simply shook her head. Bleys sighed. She was right. It wasn’t worth the fight. He turned around to hear his father slamming their bedroom door.

Linda sighed.

“Do you mind, um, helping me get set up in the guest room? At least it has its own bathroom and I don’t have to worry about your father throwing barbs at me all night.”

Bleys helped his mother get to the room. It was simple, a small bedroom with a queen sized bed, a dresser, nightstand, and television and not much else. It did have its own attached shower and bathroom, however. She sat on the side of the bed and he knelt in front of her. Knowing that her heels were the main thing she was having trouble with in her tipsy state, he removed one, and then the other. He made the mistake of looking up, then.

Linda had parted her legs slightly, making it easier for him to take her shoes off. She was leaning back on her palms and looking over his head, and not paying attention to the fact that her dress was so short that it was impossible for Bleys not to notice her panties. They were sheer green lace and went perfectly with the dress. They covered everything but hid nothing. His mothers pussy was a bit swollen, perhaps even excited, and she had a full, if neatly trimmed, bush of darker red hair that matched his own. Bleys felt his face grow hot as he grew hard immediately. He wondered what she would smell like. What she would taste like.

“Bleys,” his mothers voice said softly. He looked up, started and ashamed, but he only saw the same love in his mother’s eyes that he always did. That, and maybe a slight hint of amusement.

“Yeah, sorry,” he said. He made no effort to justify his behavior.

“Would you mind getting me a glass of water? I think I can make it to the bathroom all right. I’ll just sleep in my underwear tonight.”

Bleys nodded and stood quickly. Turning to leave, he heard a soft gasp from his mother, and he knew, with guilty certainty, that she had seen his hard on. It was pretty noticeable in the jeans he was wearing. He acted like he had heard nothing and left to get his mother water.

When Bleys arrived back in the guest room, the bathroom door was closed and he could hear the water running. He set the glass down and debated leaving. He felt like it was the right thing to do. He’d picked his mother up, after all, and ensured that she got home. But then…Gina had suggested that he spend some time with her, give her some attention.

As bleys closed the door to the guest bedroom instead of walking out of it he thought, what could it hurt? And maybe, if he was lucky, he could get another peek at his mother’s body. He was aware that he was becoming obsessed with it. Watching her do her yoga in the afternoons was a guilty pleasure of his, but really, what was wrong with it, if she didn’t mind? She’d caught him looking after all, and didn’t seem to be upset. Maybe the attention of a younger man made her feel sexier?

Bleys was still standing there when the door opened and his mother walked out of the bathroom. Her dress was over one arm and she set it on the dresser. She wore nothing but her underwear, and was seemingly completely unaware that both bra and panties were nearly transparent. Bleys was stunned. All he could do was watch. Fortunately, Linda didn’t seem to mind. She smiled at him, a little sadly, then sat down on the bed again and had a long sip of water.

“I’m pretty sure your father is having an affair, Bleys,” Linda said.

“What? I…I mean…why would he ever cheat on you? I mean, I believe you, I just…it makes no sense. If anything, you’re out of his league.”

Bleys hadn’t thought about the words at all, but had just let them flow. He had been so shocked at the idea that anyone would cheat on his gorgeous perfect mother that it was as though all his internal filters had just shut off.

“Thank you for saying so. I just…I was hoping tonight that he’d see me go out, dressed like this, and maybe be attracted to me again. Or maybe he’d be turned on by me being a bit drunk and flirty. I don’t know. I was trying to be exciting. It was stupid.”

“It’s not stupid, mom. He should appreciate you. Honestly? I don’t know if I would have been okay with you going out like that. I mean…um…I shouldn’t have said that I…”

“What do you mean?” Linda said, a bit sharply, looking up at her son. He was uncomfortably aware of how easily he could make out her nipples against her pale skin under the sheer fabric of the bra.

“I guess I mean that if you were my girlfriend, I would want to be out with you if you dressed like that. I’d want everyone to know you were with me, and I’d want to be sure that you came home with me. Maybe I’m just too jealous, but I’d want you to dress like that only for me. Wow, that’s messed up. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t…”

Linda smiled widely, and for a moment, Bleys thought she might cry.

“No! No, that’s…that’s really very sweet, Bleys. I mean…I don’t know, I’ve always liked a little possessiveness in my men. I guess I’m the same way, too. When you get dressed up to go out on dates, I sometimes get a little bit upset. I feel like those girls you see are stealing my boy.”

For a moment, both of them simply stared at each other, eyes meeting, neither looking away. Then, as if realizing she’d crossed a line, Linda looked aside first. She reached out and touched her son’s thigh, and Bleys was aware of how close she was to his cock. He breathed in deeply, but Linda moved the covers aside and got under them, before adjusting them so only a sheet covered her. She lay on her back, and her body was now outlined in relief, and that made her even sexier to her son, as if she was a present, waiting to be unwrapped.

“Would you do me a favor, Bleys?” She asked, softly.

“Of course, mom. What do you want?”

Linda’s eyes shot up to his.

“You don’t have to. You can say no.”

“Mom, it’s fine. What do you want?”

“Will you stay with me? Until I fall asleep?”

“Sure, mom.”

“W-will you hold me? Just…for a little while. It would really make me feel better to feel close to you right now.”

Bleys took a deep breath, but nodded. As she rolled over, facing away from him, he took off his shoes. He thought about getting into the bed like that, but he knew that wouldn’t be what she wanted. Maybe it was the things Gina had said earlier, maybe it was his own desire; somehow he knew as a man, he would have insulted her. She needed a considerate man tonight, and the warmth of skin contact, not another unfeeling jerk like his father. He removed his jeans, and finally his shirt. Then he turned off the light and slid behind his mother. He debated for a moment, and then decided to put his arm over her waist, onto her belly. That instinct again. It was smooth and fluttered under his touch. She wasted no time, pushing back into his body, and he grew hard immediately. Bleys waited for her to say something, shout at him, or even just pull away, but she didn’t. If anything, she pushed a little more against him.

“Don’t worry,” she said. “Even if you end up falling asleep here, your father will leave early and will never check on me. He’ll never know.”

“Okay, mom.”

“Don’t be ashamed of anything. I know how a young man’s body works. I know that you might…um…need some release. It’s natural. And, of course, I asked you to hold me, so I can’t really complain if your hands wander…well…anywhere. So don’t worry about anything you do, even while I’m asleep. ,” Linda said. Then, without another word, she closed her eyes. Soon, her breathing became very slow and regular, and Bleys realized that she was fast asleep.

What had she meant by that? Had she really given him permission to…touch her? To cum? Bleys realized that she had, even if not in so many words. But she was drunk, right? And it wasn’t right to take advantage of someone while they were drunk or asleep. On the other hand, if she was really lonely, and his father was cheating then…

Bleys thoughts were interrupted by his mothers body, shifting against him in her sleep, grinding her ass against his hard cock. It was a bit soft and very firm and perfect. He groaned, unable to stop himself from making the noise. His mother, still seemingly asleep, sighed in satisfaction.

Bleys understood then, that this was something his mother hadn’t had in a long time. Maybe just the fact that he wanted her was improving her self esteem. Maybe…maybe she needed him to do more. If that was the case, if she needed that, wouldn’t he be bad to not give it to her? Wouldn’t it be the right thing to do, to help his beloved mother feel better?

And, Bleys realized, he very much loved her. No, that was wrong. He was in love with her. The vulnerability she’d show to him tonight, if only in brief moments, had been enough to make him understand her all the better.

Bleys waited another five minutes, just enjoying the feel of her warmth against him. He didn’t want to do anything to ruin their relationship, but he had never wanted anything more in his life than to touch his mother.

Slowly, with deliberation, he slid his hand up her body, over onto her chest, until it rested on the soft lace of her bra. He felt her breathing, allowed it to push her breast into his hand. He let his hand rest there, enjoying the incredible feel.

I’m groping my own mother. She’s letting me, but I should stop. I should stop, now.

Bleys’ thoughts came through clearly, but he ignored them. This wasn’t like the times he’d touched girls his age. This was so much better. He cared about his mother. About Linda. He wanted her, yes, and this was wrong by most standards, but she wanted this, didn’t she?

Slowly, gently, Bleys squeezed his mothers right breast in his hand. For a moment, he felt her breath change, adding a shudder, but it evened out again. Linda was still asleep. He remained there, frozen, for a long time. He expected her to wake up, shouting, calling him a disgusting boy and a worthless son.

But that didn’t happen. Not only that, but Linda sighed, arching her back, pushing her breast into her son’s hand, while grinding her ass against him.

Bleys knew that she was enjoying herself now, even if she wasn’t fully awake. It emboldened him. He didn’t remove the bra, but he did move it up, over her breasts, freeing them. He began to fondle each in turn, first softly, holding and massaging them. As Linda reacted, whimpering, he gripped them harder, finally pinching her pebbled nipple, causing her to moan so loudly that it shocked him.

Bleys knew at that point that he could never look at his mother the same way again. She was a sensual, sexual creature, and she had needs, like his. Having never had free range to touch a woman’s body, he allowed his hands to explore her, her shoulders, back, stomach, and neck. All of his touching was hesitant and gentle, and Linda seemed to enjoy it as much as he did.

Bleys found his mother’s body to be fit, but also with a curvy softness that he found impossibly arousing. He squeezed her ass, hard, and she moaned and squirmed and at last, he allowed himself to ask the obvious question.

What did his mother’s pussy feel like? With a slowness that both he and his mother found agonizing, he set his hand on his mother’s stomach again, then let it slide down. As it did, he felt his mother squirm again, grinding against him. This time he groaned in response. He was hard, and knew he was dripping.

A tiny voice in the back of his mind, an animal, savage thing, told him to roll his mother on her front, pull her panties down, and ram himself inside her. He did not listen to it. For all his desire, and the urges he was indulging, he loved his mother, and he knew that he wanted her to be as happy as he was. He could save the more depraved ideas for his fantasies.

Instead, he slipped his hand into his mother’s underwear. He could tell that she was very aroused. She was wet and her pussy was swollen. She moaned again, in response to his hand simply caressing her.

“Please,” she whispered, although Bleys knew that she was still asleep. She started to push against his hand, and he knew what she wanted. He began to gently, caress her pussy. Starting gently but building in pressure, he paid attention to where his mother seemed to need his touch. Bleys built a rhythm, allowing her to grind against his palm, letting his fingers slide through her slit. He would not allow himself to penetrate her. Not yet.

Linda moaned when he moved his thumb around her nub. When he played with it directly, firmly, she made a noise between pleasure and pain and he felt badly. He returned back to giving her pressure and friction, and when her body began to quiver and shake and tense, he pulled back, just a bit. Linda made a whining, pleading noise, and Bleys was aroused by how much control he had over his mother in that moment. She was a beautiful, sophisticated woman, and he had her begging, not with her voice but with her whole body, for release.

To Bleys’ shock, he felt his mother’s hand seizing his, forcing it back onto her pussy. She still wasn’t wake, and Bleys wondered what she was dreaming. It didn’t matter. He’d gone too far to stop now. He leaned forward and ground against his mother’s ass, feeling his cock slip out the front of his boxers.

Linda’s panties and been pushed down almost to her thighs and his cock began to slide between her cheeks. His cock didn’t fit between her thighs, but instead ran up, pointed towards her back. As she approached orgasm he thrust up between her smooth cheeks. He paid no attention to his own body, only hers. He kissed her neck and even bit her, and then he felt her whole body tense up.

With a huge groan, Linda came. Her body flexed and arched, again and again. She moaned and held his hand in place to continue the orgasm. To Bleys surprise, she ground even harder against him, and he tipped over the edge.

Bleys felt his muscles clench as he fired spurt after spurt of hot, sticky cum all over his own mother’s smooth back. He knew without a doubt that she could feel it running down, staining the clean sheets of the guest bed. For a moment, he sat there, mind empty, simply panting from the excitement of what he, what they had done. Linda sighed softly, and slipped deeper into sleep.

Bleys felt a sinking feeling open up in his stomach. While his mother had given him “permission”, there was no way she could have known what he would take it as, and she was also obviously drunk. There was nothing he could do about what he’d done, but hopefully, she wouldn’t know. Or at least wouldn’t mention it.

Bleys wanted to clean her up, but the idea of waking his mother up by washing his cum off of her back was something that he wasn’t ready for. She’d shower in the morning, and hopefully it would be dry by then. That was all he could hope for.

Bleys slipped from the sheets, put his clothes on quietly and left, guilt hanging over him like a cloud.

* * *

Linda woke the following morning, and was surprised to feel refreshed rather than hung over. It was amazing what the attention of a good man and a nice orgasm could do to help her sleep.

Linda appreciated her drunk confidence to grant Bleys permission to touch her last night. It was intended to stave off any guilt he might feel for grinding or his hands wandering, but she had to admit that while she never would have been brave enough to ask her son directly, she was glad that he had taken the initiative. And while she was only partially aware of any of it, she had truly enjoyed it.

Her sons gradual and, if she was honest, tentative touches and gropings the night before and had been exactly what she wanted. The feel of his searing hot cum splashing with some force on her lower back had been proof that she was still desirable, impossible to fake.

Linda’s memories may have been vague, but she knew that she was loved by a good man who cared for her, and who wanted her and thought she was sexy, and the very knowledge that she loved him in return made her want to sing, no matter how evil society would judge it.

Linda got up and left the guest room without worrying. She knew that her husband had left much earlier, uninterested in interacting with his family. She showered and dressed quickly before heading downstairs. Although she knew she would be gone before Bleys was truly awake, she decided to take a few minutes to make him breakfast. That would be a nice surprise for him. She made the eggs and bacon quickly, plated it, and covered it with another plate.

As she did so, she ran the events over and over again in her head. The feel of his hands. His insistent touches that brought her to orgasm faster than hers ever could have. Obviously, it could never happen again. That would be beyond inappropriate.

If it did, then Linda would truly be having an extramarital affair with her own son. Her face heated at the thought. Instead of leaving right away, however, she stopped and wrote a quick note to Bleys before slipping it under his plate. She couldn’t write everything she wanted to, and she knew she wasn’t strong enough to just come out and say it, but she could perhaps make him feel a bit of the joy that she did. She chose her words carefully, so he would (hopefully) not miss her intent. She never wanted him to feel badly for what he had done.

With that, Linda collected her things and left for the day, exhilarated for once to be going to work.

* * *

Bleys heard his mother leaving and sighed, deeply. He had slept fitfully the night before, the events running though his mind, making him hard again and again. Normally he might have jerked off, granting him some relief, but that felt wrong. Like he would be violating his mothers trust yet again. So instead he suffered in silence.

After waiting a few minutes, he woke, dressed, and went downstairs. He was surprised to see the food waiting for him, and immediately noticed the note underneath the plate.

Bleys felt his gut wrench when he thought of the food, and he dreaded reading the note, but he knew that he had to, and putting it off would just make things worse.

“Baby,

Thank you so much for last night. You made me feel really special and loved. I especially appreciated the little surprise that you left me.

Love,

Mommy”

After reading the note, Bleys found that his appetite had returned.

* * *

The day passed in a blur for both Linda and her son. Neither could focus on simple tasks. Both of them found themselves daydreaming about what had happened the night previously, and had to ask people to repeat statements multiple times. By the end of the day, they were both worked up, excited to see one another, filled with an anticipation for something that neither of them could quite place.

Bleys couldn’t think of a way to experience that again. But Linda could think of several ways to interact with her son in that way, including ways that would allow her to maintain a facade of innocence. Of ignorance of what her son had done to her.

Truthfully, she didn’t care much about that, except that her passivity, her offering of her body as a sacrifice to her son’s pleasure, her lack of resistance, the taboo of the whole thing, all blended together into a cocktail of shame and anticipation and pure arousal. She’d never felt anything quite like that.

Linda left a few minutes early. She never did, but she wanted a bit of extra time. She knew that Bleys was a good boy, and that he would never take advantage of her without her permission, of one sort or another. But if she made herself available, she also knew that he could not resist her. Her memories of the prior night were very blurry, but she knew that what he had done to her had been…intense…and she had felt his hunger for her.

He wouldn’t be able to resist her tonight.

* * *

Linda came home, saw Bleys studying at the table, and favored him with nothing more than a smile before she set her grocery bags and began to cook. Bleys couldn’t keep his eyes off of her.

Linda’s trim curves filled out the tasteful blue dress she wore, and now that Bleys knew how firm and soft she felt, he couldn’t help but obsess about tearing it off of her. He pretended to keep working on his calculus, while surreptitiously shooting glances at her as she worked.

Linda felt her son’s eyes, and she, too, had difficulty concentrating. She did, however, know how to make some things virtually on autopilot: steak, potatoes, and a heavy gravy. It was a bit much for her, usually, but her husband could not resist it.

True to form, her husband joined them for what was one of his favorite meals. Both he and Linda enjoyed quite a bit of wine with their meals. Bleys couldn’t help but wonder what she was doing. Every time he thought that perhaps she didn’t remember last night (or had decided not to remember), she favored him with a glance, a smile, a hand on his arm, or once a foot running up his calf.

By the time the meal was over, Bleys was worked up beyond belief. His mother had done so little, but there was so much tension inside of him. He was sure, however, that she was just playing with him tonight. Surely he could not be so lucky as to experience his mother’s body two nights in a row…

“Bleys,” Linda said, suddenly, drawing him back to reality.

“Yes?”

“Your father just said he needed to go to bed early tonight as he has an early meeting tomorrow. Do you think you would mind watching a movie with me? I don’t really like watching them alone and…”

“Sure.”

“I mean, only if it’s no trouble. If you have plans or need to study then…”

“No, mom, it’s fine. I don’t mind.”

Bleys tried to play it cool, but he knew when he saw his mothers small, sly smile that he’d responded correctly. It was true. Linda would often “bother” her husband to watch movies with her. Sometimes he would oblige, but most of the time he would not.

“Good,” his father said, at last. “I really don’t have the energy for that nonsense tonight.”

For once, neither Linda nor Bleys were brought down by his bad mood.

* * *

After dinner, Bleys volunteered to do the dishes, so Linda went upstairs early. Much like any normal movie night, she ‘got comfortable’, first. She went upstairs and changed out of her “business casual”, being sure to remove her bra and panties. In their place she wore a simple, oversized blue silky button-down sleeping top. Normally, she would wear a small pair of shorts with it, but as the top would cover all of it, she instead wore a simple, very skimpy set of blue-silky panties.

Then, she took a deep breath and looked at herself in the mirror. She felt like a college girl again, for real this time, knowing that she would be seeing someone who she wanted to both arouse and impress. She reapplied her makeup, this time very subtly. The only thing she emphasized was a slightly too-red shade of lipstick. She smiled. She looked hot. Like a young man’s MILF- fantasy come to life.

Of course, that was exactly what she was.

Lastly, Linda crossed the final line, and took a single pill, washing it down with water from the faucet. She didn’t often take it, but when she did…she always was asleep within a half hour. Now, she was on a timer. She wanted to be ready for her son by the time she passed out.

Linda took her phone and the small posable tripod/stand for it that she’d gotten for cheap at the grocery store. She walked downstairs at the same time her husband was going back upstairs for the night. She was afraid that he would notice the oddities of her dress or the tripod, but as always, he paid her no mind. She took a deep breath and walked through the kitchen into the living room. Bleys had already finished the dishes and had started picking a movie. She plopped down next to her son, as casually as she could. She had to admit to herself that he was almost her ideal man, and it was difficult to unsee him that way, now. Her own son gave her butterflies.

Bleys turned to face his mother, and took her whole body in, especially her bare, toned legs. Linda felt herself grow wet in response, already.

“Your father is almost certainly already asleep. If you don’t make too much noise, he definitely will be.”

“Yeah, I thought the same thing.”

“Good. So. I’ve had a long day, and for some reason I feel like I had something like a workout last night…”

“Oh.”

“Yes. Well, that doesn’t matter, I suppose. What matters is that while I really do want to spend time with you and watch this movie, I’ve had to take some of my medicine, and I’ll probably pass out, soon. I’m sorry.”

“It’s all right, mom. I…um…understand,” Bleys responded, hoping that he did. But she continued.

“Well, I think that you do. But I have some things I need to tell you. Things that can’t remain unsaid. So, I need you to listen closely. For me.”

Linda saw her son nod, almost solemnly. She loved him even more in that moment. He was excited and aroused as any young man would be, but he still cared for her, still wanted to treat her right and respect her limits. He was her ideal lover.

“I know that you want to do things to me. I…I’m not ready for that to happen while I’m awake. You can feel…anything you can want. You can kiss and…and rub against anything and anywhere. You might need to put…things…in my mouth. But nowhere else, okay? And…and…whatever you do, is fine. Even if you’re a little bit harsher than you were before, or make a mess. Do you understand?”

“I do,” Bleys said, suddenly more aroused than he had been even the night before. “And…and I’ll um…clean up better this time.”

Linda smiled.

“Okay. One more thing,” Linda said, as she took her phone out and set it on the small green plastic tripod she had purchased at the grocery store. She pressed the button to start it recording, feeling something inside her react to this, as if it started her as well. “This is going to record everything you do.”

“Okay, I understand. I mean…this is weird and you want to be safe and…”

Linda shook her head.

” I…I trust you. This isn’t about that. I…I’m going to be really out tonight. Last night I was, too, but I still remember a lot of it, even if its vague. Tonight, I want you to go farther, but this medicine is…is strong. I’m going to be completely out. And…and I want…I need to see what you do to me baby. I need to see it and…um…touch myself.”

Bleys was shocked. While he did understand that he had given his semi-conscious mother an orgasm the night before, the idea that she was just as excited as he was had never occurred to him.

But just as fast as the conversation had started, it was over. His mother had taken the remote from his hands and started the movie; a “Netflix original” which happened to involve a romance between a younger man and an older woman.

Linda touched her son’s arm.

“Do you mind if I lay back and put my legs over your lap? I always feel very comfortable and safe when I’m touching you.”

Bleys just nodded, and watched the mesmerizing way his mother’s body shifted and moved as she made herself comfortable. Soon, she was settled in, partially turned over, and watching attentively. Bleys could hardly think, but he watched the movie as well. Almost idly, but with agonizing awareness, he ran his hand up and down his mother’s bare leg. He was desperate to push up higher, to move the silky material of the PJ top and see what was underneath it. But he was patient, and more importantly, respectful of his mother’s wishes. So he waited.