CRYSTAL LAKE

Melissa Saulnier pushed the door to her house closed with her heel as she stepped into the porch. It slammed shut as she dropped the bags of groceries she was carrying to the floor. She sighed as she slid her purse off of her right shoulder. It fell on the table with a soft thud. Melissa tossed her jacket over the back of a kitchen chair. Thank god this day was over she thought to herself.

The sound of the television was coming from the livingroom, indicating that her eighteen year-old son, Tyler, was home from school. When Melissa heard that the evening news were on she realized she was later than she had planned on being. She picked up the two plastic grocery bags and put them down beside her purse then brushed her long auburn hair back over her slim shoulders and walked towards the livingroom.

Tyler looked sullen, slumped down on the sofa as he stared at the television, arms folded about his waist. Melissa thought the cause of his dour look must be because she was late getting home for supper.

"I'm sorry I'm late, honey," Melissa apologized "we had a staff meeting and I had to stop for a few groceries on my way home."

"It's okay." Tyler grunted, not looking at his mother standing beside him.

Melissa looked at her son's face and wondered what was bothering him. She sat down on the couch beside him.

"What's the matter, honey?" she asked, her dark brown eyes locking on him.

"That..." Tyler spat out as he unfolded his arms to point at a pile of papers on the coffee table.

Melissa reached for the papers and brought them closer. She saw that it was an English assignment that her son had passed in nearly a week ago. At the top of the title page in red pen was C-. Melissa frowned.

"You'll do better on the next one." she told Tyler, hoping to console him.

Tyler grunted. "I doubt it. English sucks. I hate it. Who gives a shit about T.S. Eliot anyway and that Prufrock guy sounds like an asshole."

Melissa fought back a smile as she tossed her son's assignment back on the coffee table to her right.

"Watch your language, young man."

"Sorry." Tyler mumbled, his blue eyes darting briefly towards his mother.

"I can help you on the next one, if you want," she offered "I majored in English in college, remember?"

Melissa thought back briefly to that time. She had met Tyler's father in college and by the time she was a little older than Tyler's age she was pregnant with him, which forced her to abandon her plans of becoming a teacher, or perhaps an author.

"Thanks, mom, but I doubt it would help. I just don't get English. I'm better at stuff like math and science. Besides, I'll be taking engineering at college next fall; I'll never need English."

Melissa nodded, knowing that her son was right. "You have a few months left to catch up. I know you can if you really try. You still have to pass this English course though if you want to graduate from high school. "

Tyler folded his arms once more and slid down on the couch. He knew that his mother was right and that worried him. But he was encouraged by how much faith she had in him.

Melissa forced a smile as she looked at her son sitting beside her. She slid closer and kissed his cheek as she ran her left hand over his thick black hair. For close to a week she had noticed a change in his mood and wondered if it was simply school, or if something else was bothering him.

"What's the matter, honey? Is it more than just school?" Her voice was soft, full of concern.

His mother's brown eyes looked sad as she spoke and Tyler felt guilty for having upset her.

"Is it your father?" she prodded.

"Kind of...," he sighed "sometimes I just wish things could be like they were."

Melissa frowned. They had already this discussion many times over the past three years since she had decided to divorce Tyler's father. She dreaded talking about it again.

"Ty... we've been through this before." Melissa sounded weary, frustrated.

"I know," he agreed "and I know you guys aren't ever getting back together, but sometimes I wish you would."

"That's not going to happen -- you know that. It's not what I want. Besides, your father has a girlfriend anyway."

"Yeah... Cindy," Tyler sneered "dad could do a lot better."

"What's wrong with Cindy?" his mother demanded, recoiling slightly in surprise.

"She's not very pretty, or even nice," Tyler began "and I hate that blue eyeshadow she always wears. She's got small boobs too. I don't know why the hell dad settled for her after you. You look a lot better than her, mom." His gloom seemed to lift as he spoke.

"Why -- because I've got a bigger boobs?" Melissa blurted with a giggle, surprising even herself for speaking so openly with her son. She blushed and mentally scolded herself for not censoring her thoughts before speaking.

Tyler ran his eyes down from his mother's angular face with high cheekbones and sculpted jaw line face to the swell of her breasts rising from the jade green knit cardigan she was wearing. He felt his cock swell as he stared, wishing he could run his hands over her body.

"Well, c'mon mom... you're stacked." he blurted out as his growing arousal emboldened him.

Melissa grew flustered. She darted her eyes down to her lap and rested her hands on her grey skirt. She could feel her Tyler's eyes on her. It made her clit began to twitch. Moments later she began getting wet as she imagined the forbidden thoughts her son might be having.

"Ty, you shouldn't say things like that to me; I'm your mother."

"I'm just being honest," he asserted, sounding chastened "it's not like everyone doesn't notice and I'm no different."

"But I'm your mother. You're not supposed to notice things like that about me." she snapped as she raised her voice, glaring at him through narrow eyes.

Tyler avoided his mother's piercing stare.

Melissa felt like she had maybe been too harsh with her son. He already had enough on his mind with struggling to finish high school without her rebuking him for what any normal eighteen year old male like him would think or feel -- even for his own mother she rationalized. She drew in a deep breath and gave her son's hand a squeeze.

"I'm sorry," she said, her voice softer again "it's just that it's not appropriate for a son to make comments like that about his mother. You know that."

"Even if they're as hot as you?" he retorted, smirking.

Melissa had been trying to portray a serious demeanor and end the conversation, but she found her son's chutzpah disarming. Despite her misgivings she found herself laughing at his comment. She also realized that her panties were now slightly damp.

"Okay, that's enough flattery from you. I'm going to go start supper." she said as she raised herself from the sofa.

Melissa got up before Tyler could reply. She went into the kitchen -- hoping that concentrating on preparing a meal for them would distract her from her sudden arousal and lewd thoughts about her son.

Tyler watched his mother walk towards the kitchen. He could feel his cock throb as he stared at her firm round ass and curved hips filling her tight skirt, swaying as she walked. He waited a few minutes for his erection to subside until he dared get up to join his mother in the kitchen. He sat at the kitchen table, his eyes on her as she moved about. Her hair moved as she turned from side to side and he could detect the movements of her heavy breasts as they quivered beneath her cardigan.

"It's really good, mom." Tyler exclaimed with a mouthful of food, as he looked across the table at his mother.

Melissa gave her son an appreciative smile. "I'm glad you like it. It's only broiled fish and potatoes -- nothing special."

"But it's good; everything you cook is."

Melissa smiled, feeling pleased as she watched Tyler bring another forkful of food to his mouth. This is what a healthy mother-son relationship should be like she reminded herself as she watched Tyler. She was relieved that the tone of the conversation had not returned to the risque nature that it had been earlier in the livingroom. Part of the reason was because Melissa knew that it was wrong, but she also had to admit to herself that, like Tyler, she too was guilty of having incestuous thoughts at times.

For almost all of his life Melissa had looked at Tyler as nothing more than her son, but now that he was eighteen she at times could not help but notice what a handsome young man he had become -- probably much like he found her attractive, she thought. Still, she knew it was wrong and fought against the urges she occasionally had when she saw her son walk to the bathroom some mornings wearing only his boxers, or when he would hug her, holding her tight against his broad chest, running his hands over her back. There were times when they embraced, however briefly, that Melissa was sure that she could feel Tyler's hard cock pressing against her stomach or thigh. Those few incidents always aroused Melissa and caused her to give in to her emotions later at night as she ran her fingers over her hard clit and damp lips alone in her bed.

"You go in and watch tv while I load the dishwasher," Melissa told her son after they had finished supper "I'll be in later."

Tyler listened to the sounds of his mother clearing the table and loading the dishwasher as he gave a blank stare at the television. He was more interested in his mother than what he was watching and was eager for her to join him. His cock twitched in anticipation and he shifted on the cushion, hoping to conceal the bulge in his jeans.

"There -- all done!" Melissa exclaimed as she sat down next to Tyler.

"Good. You should relax a while. How was work?"

"Oh, not bad," Melissa sighed "we got a big shipment of books in this morning, so I had to sort out the invoices and begin shelving them."

"You look tired." Tyler remarked.

"I am." she sighed as she kicked her shoes off and curled her feet up on the sofa.

"I worry about you, mom. You work too hard."

"I have to. I barely make enough to pay the bills as it is." Melissa lamented.

Tyler frowned as he looked over at his mother to his right. "I know. I just wish you could take a vacation sometime. Remember how we all went to Crystal Lake years ago? That was a great time."

Melissa smiled as her thoughts drifted back to the trip her son was referring to. That was nearly four years ago and she had not had a vacation since then.

"We should go there some weekend." Tyler suggested.

Melissa thought for a moment. The idea appealed to her, but she was not sure if she could afford it.

"That would be nice," she agreed "but now's not a good time. Things are really busy at the book store, plus you have to finish school."

"I know. It's just that I worry about you. If you don't take a vacation sooner or later you're going to have a nervous breakdown."

Melissa smiled at her son. She thought that he was over-reacting, still she appreciated his concern. She slid closer to him and draped her left arm around his shoulders, clutching him to her. She ran her hand over his muscular shoulders and rested against his arm. As Tyler slipped his right hand around her waist she felt herself relax. It had been years since Melissa had been with a man and even her own son's touch was welcome now. Moments later her clit began to throb. She felt a wave of guilt. She thought of pulling away from him but did not want to appear flustered or offend him. Besides, this would be her guilty secret that only she knew Melissa told herself.

"I'll make a deal with you." Melissa told her son.

"What's that?"

"If you pass your English course this year I'll take you to Crystal Lake as a graduation gift."

"Really?" he exclaimed as he leaned away from her, his wide eyes locking on hers.

Melissa nodded, flashing her son a smile.

"Thanks, mom!"

Tyler wrapped his arms around his mother's shoulders and pulled her tight. Her touch excited him as she glided her hands up his broad back. Tyler felt his cock twitch and tent his jeans as he held his mother to him. Her firm, round breasts were pressed to his chest and he could feel them shift as she moved against him. Through her cardigan he could feel her bra and wished she wasn't wearing one. As he ran his fingers down her spine he thought he felt her quiver.

"But you have to pass everything -- including English." she reminded him as she leaned away, giving him an serious look.

Tyler nodded. "I will." he vowed.

Tyler's hands slid down to his mother's waist, just above her hips. As his eyes drifted from her gaze he noticed her swollen nipples rising from her cardigan. He licked his lips as he stared at them, trying to imagine how they might look.

Melissa gave a chuckle. "Maybe this is what it takes to get you motivated about school," she concluded "I haven't seen you this excited in a long time."

"It looks like I'm not the only one who's excited." Tyler teased, his eyes riveted to his mother's chest.

Melissa's eyes followed her son's. She leaned away and looked down, flushing when she realized what he was referring to. She let out an embarrassed gasp as she pulled away from him, wide-eyed.

"Tyler, you shouldn't make comments like that. I'm your mother!"

Undaunted, Tyler clutched his mother's hips tight as he let out a nervous laugh. "I was only teasing, mom. Besides, it's not like I couldn't notice them."

"Well, you don't have to comment!" she snapped in an angry tone as her dark eyes narrowed.

Tyler gave his mother a chastened look, his eyes meeting hers, then darting away. "I'm sorry," he muttered "I didn't think you'd get so angry about me teasing you about it."

Melissa sighed. She thought she had probably over-reacted because of the stress she had been under recently, as well as the guilt she was wrestling with from being turned-on by her son's embrace. She gave Tyler a dim smile.

"It's okay," she told him "maybe I'm making too big a deal about it."

A smile crept over Tyler's face as his eyes moved towards his mother's bosom once more. "Well, they are big..." he remarked, not making any effort to conceal his leering.

Melissa felt a surge of lust at her son's words, but knew that she must not encourage him. She forced a disapproving glare.

"That's enough, Tyler." Now her voice was harsh.

Tyler removed his hands from his mother's hips and turned to face the television. From the corner of his eye he saw her slide away. She crossed her legs and folded her hands on her lap, silently staring ahead.

For the rest of the evening Tyler and his mother never spoke. His arousal was replaced by concern that he had gone too far with his bawdy remarks and that she was angry. He sensed tension between them, but did not know what to say that might make things better. Two hours later Melissa stood up and told Tyler that she was tired and was going to bed.

"Okay, have a good sleep." he replied, looking at her from the corner of his eye.

"Don't stay up late; you have school in the morning."

Before Tyler could reply his mother had left the room. He sighed to himself as he heard her bedroom door close.

CHAPTER 2

For the rest of the week Tyler felt uneasy and tentative around his mother. He tried his best to make conversation during supper, telling her how his day at school had been, or what he and his friends had been doing, but he still felt tense and uncomfortable. That, however, did not entirely quell his lustful thoughts for his mother though.

That Friday night Melissa stopped on her way home for a pizza. She was glad that the work week was finally over and wanted a break from cooking. She knew that Tyler would never object to having pizza for supper so did not feel bad about taking a night off from cooking.

"This is great. Thanks, mom." Tyler exclaimed as he placed a third slice of pizza on his plate.

Melissa smiled, happy that her son appreciated her decision.

"I'm glad you like it, and to tell you the truth, it gives me a break from cooking for one night." she told her son with a guilty shrug.

"You could bring home pizza every night and not hear any complaints from me." he replied as he chewed.

"It won't be every night because I can't afford it, but I thought I'd treat both of us for a change."

Melissa was relieved to see her son smiling at her. She too had felt uneasy around him throughout the week and was glad that things between them seemed to be getting back to normal once more.

After they had finished eating Melissa cleared the kitchen table, then joined Tyler in the livingroom. She was looking forward to spending some time with him, especially given how strained their relationship had been the past several days.

Tyler slid over on the sofa to make room for his mother. She stepped out of her shoes and curled up beside him. Not wanting to get caught leering, especially since the were getting along better once more, Tyler gave his mother several furtive glances from the corner of his eye.

Melissa was wearing a white short-sleeved dress, decorated with tiny blue and red flowers. It had buttons running down the middle, three of which below her knees were undone and two at the top. Tyler noticed that he could see her upper chest and a teasing glimpse of her cleavage at the top of her dress as she leaned over next to him. He folded his arms and stared at the television as his mind wandered, filled with forbidden thoughts as his cock throbbed.

Later that evening it occurred to Tyler that there was leftover pizza in the fridge. He decided to have a slice and some soda before bed. "I'm going to have another slice of pizza. Do you want one?" he asked his mother as he got up from the couch.

"No, thanks," Melissa replied, then paused "but maybe I'll make a cup of camomile tea. It helps me to sleep."

"I'll get it for you." Tyler offered.

"No, that's okay." his mother replied, rising from the couch.

As Tyler brought the pizza box from the fridge he watched his mother padding into the kitchen in her bare feet. His eyes moved down the length of her body. It could not be said that he had ever had anything close to a foot fetish, but at that moment as he looked at his mother Tyler thought that she was the prettiest, sexiest woman he knew -- even her feet were cute.

Tyler placed a slice of pizza on a plate and put it in the microwave. As he watched the digital timer, waiting for the series of beeps. He felt his mother beside him. She placed a mug of water with a teabag in it on the counter, waiting to use the microwave. Her oak-colored eyes met his and she smiled, giving his back a brisk rub between his shoulders.

"I love you, Ty." she told him, almost whispering.

"I love you too." he responded, somewhat surprised by her unexpected display of affection.

Melissa's arm fell to her side as she drew in a deep breath. "I hate it when it's tense between us." she lamented, her eyes darting to the floor, then back up.

Tyler knew exactly what she was referring to, but was hesitant about revisiting the subject. "So do I, mom."

"It's just that, the other night, maybe I was too harsh on you. I'd already had a bad day, and..." her voice faded out a moment as she drew in another breath, wiggling her full lips, "it's not your fault, honey, but it seems like I work so hard and the bills keep coming in. Sometimes it's overwhelming. I want us to go to Crystal Lake, but I don't know if we can. I never mean to take it out on you. I hope you know that. I love you, honey."

Tyler was not sure how to respond, then he noticed that his mother's lower lip was quivering. She bit it. Tyler looked into her eyes. They were watery. She wiped one with the palm of her hand, forcing a smile.

"Oh, mom... don't cry. I love you too." he gushed. Tyler wanted to hold his mother, but was hesitant to, fearing she would misconstrue his intentions. Instead, he ran a hand up and down her bare left arm. Her skin was soft and he felt guilty for getting turned-on again.if she read his mind Melissa took a step towards her son and threw her arms around his shoulders. She buried her face in his neck, sobbing quietly. Tyler eased his arms around his mother's slim waist. He slipped his right hand up and down her back, trying to soothe her. His nose was buried in her silky hair and he could feel the length of her soft, curvy body pressed to his. She felt wonderful and Tyler eased his hips back in an effort to keep his erection from rubbing against her as he felt her flat stomach pressed to him. Beneath his fingertips he could feel the straps of her bra through her cotton dress as her firm breasts, suddenly feeling larger than they appeared, were pressed to his chest. They shifted some as she moved and the feeling excited him. Tyler's eyes fell to the front of his mother's dress and he saw her cleavage, round and firm, rising up from a white bra as she breathed. His cock throbbed even more.

"You must think I'm a big baby." Melissa muttered into her son's neck as she clutched him.

"No, mom, it's okay."

Melissa drew in another deep breath in an effort to stifle her sobs. She felt her son's hands caress her back. They felt wonderful, almost as good as the sensation of being held in his firm embrace did. She felt safe. Loved. It had been so long since a man had held her like this -- even longer since she had known those emotions. Now her crying was replaced by the sensation of her clit beginning to swell and throb. She felt herself becoming wet, but did not care. She ran her right hand down her son's back through his t-shirt, taken by how firm and muscled it felt. When she shifted her right thigh to the left a surge of arousal began in her chest and her nipples stiffened. Tyler's hard cock was now rubbing over her thigh as she moved her leg. There was no mistaking that he was hard -- very hard -- thick too, she surmised. She bit her lower lip as her pussy grew wetter, ready to receive him.

Tyler ignored the beeping of the microwave, wanting to embrace his mother for as long as possible. He wondered if she had noticed his erection, then as she moved her thigh over it again he concluded that it was impossible for her not to have. If she was bothered by it she wasn't reacting, so he remained in place, enjoying the feeling of his mother's body as she clung to him. Her curves and supple flesh felt better than anything he had ever experienced. At that moment he would have given anything for her to have been naked.

Melissa leaned back and looked up into her son's face. Tyler smiled. He noticed that his mother had a dreamy, wistful look in her eyes. He wondered if she was as turned-on as he was, then dismissed the notion. A tear ran down her left cheek. He brushed it away with his thumb, enjoying the softness of her skin. Then he slid his hand around to the back of her head and pulled her closer. He pressed his lips to her forehead, slowly, once again relishing how her skin felt on his. Although it was on her forehead, it was not the sort of kiss that a son would normally give his mother. It was tender and lingering. Melissa tensed her body, fighting off a shudder of lust.

"I love you, mom." he said in a low, hoarse voice.

Melissa nodded, as if to indicate she understood the variety of love he meant. "I love you too, honey."

Tyler slid his hands down his mother's back until they were resting just above her flared hips again, grazing the curve of her firm ass. He could feel her panties through her dress and wondered what they looked like. He moved his eyes down until they stopped at the outline of her nipples protruding through her dress. Hard and thick. Melissa glanced down to her chest, then back up to her son. She smiled, then shrugged, as if in an embarrassed apology for their condition.

Tyler let out a nervous chuckle.

"So, is it my turn to use the microwave?" Melissa interrupted, clearing her throat.

"Ah... yeah... it's all yours." her son stammered, stepping away from the counter.

Tyler's eyes moved up and down his mother's back as she stared at the timer on the microwave. He poured a glass of soda then took a gulp to wet his throat, dry from arousal. Once the microwave finished beeping Melissa retrieved her mug from it and stirred it's contents with a spoon as she tilted her eyes up to meet Tyler's.

"Coming back in?" she asked, gesturing towards the livingroom with her head.

Tyler nodded as he bit into his slice of pizza, following his mother. He sat down beside her and wolfed-down his slice of pizza. He was no longer very hungry though because arousal had supplanted his appetite.

Melissa curled up on the couch once more, holding the mug in her near-trembling hands. Her thighs were pressed together, causing pressure on her clit that she both enjoyed and found distracting. Already her panties were nearly soaked through. She gulped down her tea, then placed the mug atop her son's empty plate on the coffee table.

"Feeling better?" Tyler asked, turning his head towards his mother at his right.

Melissa gave him a nod. "Yes. Now I just feel silly for crying and dumping all my problems on you."

"Don't feel silly, mom. I know you're under a lot of stress and that it hasn't been easy raising me on your own. You've done a great job though."

"I hope so." she answered, sounding unconvinced.

"Haven't I turned-out okay?" he countered.

Melissa gave her son a warm smile. "Wonderful -- maybe better than I deserve."

"You deserve a lot more, mom."

"I'm happy with what I've got." she assured him.

"You didn't seem happy a while ago." he reminded her.

Melissa hunched her shoulders and twisted the corner of her mouth up. "I get emotional sometimes. I'm a woman."

Tyler laughed. "Must be that time of the month."

"Tyler...!" she exclaimed as her mouth opened wide. She gave his arm a playful swat with her hand.

"Well..." he prodded.

"Well that's none of your business." she insisted.

"But I'm old enough to know about that sort of stuff." he countered.

"Not when it comes to me, you're not." Her tone was still that of amusement and Tyler was relieved that his mother was not getting angry.

"Cindy complains when she has PMS." Tyler informed his mother.

"Yes, well, I'm not Cindy," she reminded him, then paused as a mischievous smile appeared on her face "but you already made that perfectly clear the other night, didn't you?"

Tyler felt his face grow warm and knew that his cheeks must be blood red. He clenched his jaw, afraid that another rebuke from his mother was brewing.

"Look who's embarrassed now." his mother gloated, clearly reveling in how uncomfortable she had made her son. She knew that she was steering the conversation to a place that was inappropriate, but she did not care. Her arousal had taken over her inhibitions.

"What was the word that you used... stacked?" she added, giving him a smug grin.

"Yeah..." he mumbled, his eyes flitting to his mother's chest before he could stop them.

"You know what?" she said, her voice growing serious.

"What?" Tyler asked, curious and apprehensive about what his mother was about to say.

"Yesterday at work I caught Dave looking down my blouse as I was bending over to stock shelves."

Dave was one of Melissa's co-workers at the bookstore -- married, and a few years younger than her.

Tyler issued a nervous laugh. "Did you say anything to him?"

Melissa shook her head, grinning.

"What did he say?"

"Not a word," she said "but I took my time."

"Mom... you're bad!" Tyler blurted out. He was taken aback by the naughty side his mother had that he never realized, but intrigued.

Melissa let out a girlish titter.

"What did he do today?" Tyler asked, hoping to hear more titillating confessions.

"Oh, nothing." she said with a shrug.

"I'm surprised."

"Why's that?" she asked with wide eyes. Melissa twisted on the sofa towards her son and straightened her back. She was pleased by how the conversation was going and hoping to continue it.

"Well, that dress, I mean..." Tyler elaborated, holding his breath, fearing he had pushed things too far again.

"What's wrong with this dress?" she asked, sounding defensive.

"Nothing," he assured her, stopping to weigh his words "it's just that it's kind of tight on you."

Melissa tilted her head down. A smile moved over her face. "Maybe a little." she conceded, sounding impish.

Tyler and his mother looked at each-other, each trying to read the other's mind. Finally Tyler spoke.

"You're not mad at me, are you, mom?"

"No, why?"

"Well, for the dress comment."

"Oh... no." she said.

"It's just that the other night you told me that I shouldn't make comments like that, or even notice you," he reminded her "I don't ever want you mad at me again, mom."

Melissa gave her head a firm shake as she recalled her statement. Now she was beginning to feel ashamed for her arousal, but not enough to overpower it.

"I'm not mad, honey, and I meant what I said. But I also know that you're a normal, teenage guy. I suppose you can't always help it. I probably should be flattered."

Tyler felt his nervousness fade and he smiled at his mother. "Now you've got Dave checking you out too." he taunted.

Melissa rolled her eyes and cringed. "Dave's creepy," she said, then grinned "but he's fun to tease."

Tyler laughed loud at his mother's devious expression. "Is that why you wore that dress to work today?"

"Maybe..." she cooed with an enigmatic smirk.

"Next time don't wear a bra with it." he suggested. His cheeks were still flushed, but now it was from arousal rather than embarrassment.

Melissa's eyes widened at her son's suggestion. Her heart was beating faster and she feared that her libido would soon completely overpower her better judgement -- if it had not already.

"No way -- especially not at work. I only dare do that around the house."

Tyler gave a knowing smile, taking another look at his mother's chest.

"What's that look for?" she questioned, her voice becoming high-pitched and curious.

"Nothing."

"No... it's not nothing; tell me." she coaxed as her interest piqued.

"It's just that sometimes I can tell when you're not wearing one." Tyler knew that by this point his mother was guilty of encouraging him and had lost any moral high ground if she decided to rebuke him.

Melissa wiggled on the sofa. Her face felt warm and she worried that Tyler would realize how excited she now was. "I guess I better wear one all the time then." she threatened, raising her eyebrows.

"Even to bed?" he joked.

Melissa laughed at her son's retort. Suddenly the idea of being alone in her room to satisfy her arousal appealed to her. It was getting late anyway.

"Speaking of bed, that's where I should be going." she interjected.

"Okay." he said through his disappointment.

Melissa collected her thoughts before getting up from the sofa. She inhaled. "Look, Ty, I know that we've been more honest than usual with each-other tonight -- maybe we've been too honest -- you know?"

Melissa looked at her son beside her on the couch. He nodded and gave her a look of remorse. "Are you mad at me, mom?"

"No, honey." Melissa assured her son, watching the look of relief appear on his face. She waited a moment. "Give me a hug before I go to bed." she said, reaching out to him.

Melissa inched closer to her son and eased her arms around him, pulling him to her. She rested her chin on his right shoulder as his hands roamed up her back, then down again, stopping inches above her ass. She could feel her swollen nipples rub over the inside of her bra and she was eager to be in her room and get undressed. As Melissa leaned back from her son, dragging her hands over his back, she could feel his hand move down her shoulder blades. His fingers slipped around until they ran down the side of her left breast. His touch, especially there, was electric and her clit gave an instant response. He had never touched her there before -- no one had in years -- but she was moved by it.

"Well, you have a good night." Melissa told Tyler as she eased off of the couch. Bending over, she placed a soft kiss on her son's cheek as she steadied herself on his left shoulder. She felt her breasts sway, and wondered how good a look at them he was having down the front of her dress.

As Melissa climbed the first step she heard Tyler calling out, wishing her a good night, but she was distracted by her throbbing clit. Later, as she lay in bed naked after bringing herself to three orgasms Melissa was once more filled with shame. She rolled over and tried to fall asleep.

Chapter 3

From that day forward Tyler made a vow to himself to work harder so he would pass his high school English course and thereby graduate. He knew it would not be easy, but that he could count on his mother helping him when needed.

Melissa also made a great effort to save as much money as she could in order to be able to afford to take her son to Crystal Lake as a graduation gift. She noticed the increased effort that Tyler was making in school and knew that he was serious about graduating and deserved a reward. Saving that much money would not be easy, but she felt it was more than worth it.

Both Tyler and Melissa also had another important issue on their minds: their relationship -- although neither dared broach the subject it was ever-present. Their interaction had been chaste and completey proper, yet both struggled with temptation and taboo thoughts of the other. Were they to have been completely honest with one-another they would have discovered that they both felt the same, but that did not happen.

One night in early June Tyler returned home from a friend's house. He found his mother at the kitchen table sorting through a stack of papers.

"What are you doing?" Tyler asked as he hung up his jacket.

Melissa slid her chair away from the table and turned towards her son "Looking at bills and expenses -- trying to figure out how to pay for a trip to Crystal Lake." she explained.

"Oh, mom -- no. You can't afford to do that. It's okay; don't worry."

"No. I can afford it," she corrected him "I've been looking at ways to save money. Your dad has offered to help out too since it's your graduation gift."

"Wow, really?" Tyler said, surprised by the turn of events.

Melissa nodded.

"But I haven't graduated it," he reminded her "don't make too many plans until I get my report card."

"Too late." she interjected, grinning.

"What?"

Melissa reached in her purse and pulled out a brochure. She handed it to her son, still smiling as she awaited his reaction.

"What's this?" he asked, flipping it open.

"A brochure for Crystal Lake," she told him "Yesterday I made reservations for the first week in July."

Tyler's arms went limp at his sides as he looked up at his mother, eyes wide with disbelief. "But I haven't graduated it."

"I know. But you've been doing a lot better with your English assignments, so I'm confident you will. If not, you can pay me and your father back." Melissa's laugh rang out in the kitchen.

"Wow... mom, I don't know what to say... thanks!"

"You're welcome. Thank your father too. I had planned on not telling you for a while yet, but now seems as good a time as any.

Tyler slumped down in a chair beside his mother and began pouring over the brochure, beaming as he looked at the photos and read the information.

Melissa looked over at her son, pleased with herself that she had managed to make him so happy. Maybe she was not such a bad mother afterall, she thought.

"It looks like the place has changed a lot since we were there." Tyler commented, raising his head from the brochure.

Melissa gave him a nod. "The woman I spoke to on the phone said that they've completely renovated the cabins and grounds, plus they have cable tv too now."

"I don't think I'll be watching much tv with all the other stuff they have." Tyler joked.

Melissa gathered up the bills and receipts strewn about the table into one pile next to a calculator. She yawned as she raised her hands towards the ceiling.

"Tired?" her son asked.

"Not really," she said "I guess I've just been doing this too long." she said, gesturing at the papers before her.

"Time for some tv then." Tyler recommended.

"I think you're right."

Tyler sat down on the livingroom sofa, still absorbed by the Crystal Lake brochure. "This is going to be the best vacation ever -- thanks again, mom." he gushed.

"You're welcome, honey." she replied, reaching out to give his hand a squeeze.

That night after going to bed Tyler was too excited to sleep. But he also understood that there was added pressure on him. Now that his mother had already made reservations for them at Crystal Lake he had to pass his English course -- there was no way around it.

Chapter 4

Exam Week at school was normally stressful for Tyler, but this year of Finals was unlike anything he had experienced. He was certain of passing everything, except English. He was somewhat confident that he would, but still would not have bet on it. That morning when he went in to write the exam he gave a sigh of relief when he was handed a sheet containing a series of essay questions and multiple choice. As he read them he smiled, assured that he knew exactly what his teacher was looking for as answers.

Once his exams had been written Tyler felt like a burden had been lifted from him, but not quite entirely. Not until he received his report card and knew for certain that he would be graduating would he be able to fully relax. The Thursday morning when he was due to go to school to pick up his report card he awoke early after a restless night. He was anxious and wanted to hurry down to school to hear the verdict, but he also wanted for time to crawl, fearing bad news.

When his teacher handed him the manila envelope containing his report card Tyler tore it open. His eyes ran down the list until he saw his English grade. He let out a shout of joy as he raised a fist in the air upon discovering that he had passed, but just barely. But a pass is a pass he reminded himself. Never again would he be plagued by any of the topics discussed in his English course. More importantly, he had done well in the subjects that really mattered to him: maths and the sciences.

Tyler raced downtown to the mall where the bookstore that his mother worked at was located. He simply could not wait until she returned home at the end of the day to tell her the good news. He also knew that she would want to know as soon as possible.

When Tyler marched into the store clutching an envelope with a huge smile on his face Melissa knew that the news was going to be good even before he spoke. She rushed down the aisle to meet him.

"I passed!" he proudly exclaimed, pushing the envelope into his mother's out-stretched hand.

Melissa smiled as she surveyed her son's grades. For a moment she thought of telling him that she had hoped that he would have done better in English, but she could not bring herself to dampen his mood. She also knew that he was right: once in college he would not be taking English. Melissa gave her son a firm hug and kissed his cheek.

"Congratulations, honey!" she said, smiling as she clutched his waist.

"Thanks," he replied "I sort of thought I was going to do a little better in English though."

Melissa moved her head from side to side. "Don't worry about it. You can't be good at everything I sucked at math in school."

Tyler laughed. "I couldn't wait till you got home to give you the good news."

"I'm glad you didn't. I've been wondering all day," she said "and when you get home don't eat too much -- I want to take you out to supper to celebrate."

"No, mom, that's okay. You're already taking me to Crystal Lake -- there's no need for you to spend any more money on me. Thanks anyway.""Then consider it me giving myself a break from cooking supper." she suggested, still looking overjoyed at the good news.

"Okay, if you're sure." he relented."

"I'm sure," she echoed "and you might want to put on something nicer than that t-shirt; we're not going to McDonalds."

Tyler's elation and relief lasted the rest of the afternoon. He called several friends, then his father at work, to give them the good news. By the time it was a little past four o'clock he decided to shower and change in preparation for going out to supper with his mother. He appreciated her doing that for him, but felt guilty that she was spending the money on him rather than himself.

It was close to six o'clock before Melissa arrived home. Tyler was sitting on the livingroom couch watching television, waiting for her.

"I'm sorry I'm late, honey, it was a madhouse at the store this afternoon." she called out from the kitchen.

As Melissa walked in to the livingroom Tyler got up from the couch to greet her. She stopped and stared in surprise at him. He was wearing a freshly ironed dress shirt, slacks and a pair of shoes that she had forgotten he even owned.

"Well, look at you." she marveled, giving him an approving smile as her eyes moved up and down.

"You said I should change," he reminded her "is this too much?"

"No, you look really handsome."

"I picked out a tie too," he said, reaching towards a necktie on the arm of the sofa "should I put that on too?"

"Of course," his mother advised "I'm going to have a quick shower, then change. I'll be down in a while."

The hot water from the shower cascading over Melissa's body helped to wash away the tension caused by a busy day of work. She stood under the spray as her muscles relaxed. Then as her thoughts wandered from work she thought of her son and how handsome he was. Running a soapy hand over her swelling nipple Melissa closed her eyes and pictured how he looked in his tight slacks. They showed off his tight ass and the slight bulge in front much better than the jeans he had on earlier at the store. Her clit throbbed and she ran her hand down her stomach towards it, pressing down with her fingertip then moving it up and down over her throbbing button. A soft moan echoed above the sound of the shower and she decided that she had better stop before Tyler heard her masturbating. There would be time for that later in bed. Besides, she had made reservations at a restaurant. She turned the water off, then went to get dressed.

"So, how do I look?" Melissa asked as she entered the livingroom.

Tyler got up from the couch and turned towards his mother. Immediately he felt his cock twitch and begin to stiffen. She was wearing a black knee-length cocktail dress with halter-style straps that left her shoulders and upper back bare and a V-neck that showed off her ample cleavage. In addition to that she wore black suede high-heeled shoes a pearl-drop necklace that hung down just above the curves of her breasts. Her hair was done up, pinned with barrettes decorated with pearls.

"So, how do I look?" Melissa repeated, sounding amused by her son's stunned silence.

Tyler feared it was a trick question. Of course his mother looked stunning and he wanted to tell her so, but did not want to appear as captivated and enticed as he was.

"You look great, mom." he said, his words coming out slow and deliberate as he looked her over.

"Thanks," she said, happy for the compliment "so do you. You should dress like this more often. You look very handsome."

Tyler blushed. "I put the tie on." he told her, sounding nervous.

Melissa strode over to her son, smiling as her eyes moved up and down. Tyler noticed her breasts shake beneath her dress and wished she wore a bra less often -- or never. She tugged at his tie, pulling it tighter around his neck, then straightened it.

"There... perfect." she concluded, her hands sliding down his arms.

Tyler could smell his mother's perfume as she stood less than a foot from him. It was musky and reminded him of sex. Her full lips had red lipstick on them, making them look even more inviting.

"Shall we go?" she asked.

"Ah.. yeah... sure." he mumbled, tearing his thoughts away from his mother's body.

As his mother drove to the restaurant Tyler stared straight ahead at the oncoming road. It was a cool, damp evening and they hurried across the street towards the entrance to the restaurant. Tyler noticed how his mother's breasts shook and bounced inside her dress as she dashed towards the restaurant. For a moment he wondered if they might pop out of the open neckline, then he noticed her holding her left arm over them, attempting to hold them in place.

Once they had been seated Tyler looked across the table at his mother, smiling up at him from her menu, her face glowing from the candlelight between them.

"I've never been here before, but it's nice." she commented, her head turning left and right.

"Yeah... it is." he agreed, peering over his menu at her.

The evening air had stiffened Melissa's nipples, making them stand out noticeably from her dress. Between them, the edges of her breasts appeared in the deep opening. Tyler noticed how their roundness gradually became a curved, sloped shape that reacted to her slightest movements without a bra holding them in place. He had seen his mother braless before, but never in something this revealing. He reminded himself that he must remain focused on her face as they spoke.

"I think I'll have the grilled chicken and a salad." Melissa said, pushing her menu to one side.

"Pork chops for me." her son replied.

"If the waiter shows up, will you order for me? I'll be right back." Melissa said, clutching her purse as she stood up.

"Sure."

Tyler observed his mother as she got up from the table, his eyes locked on her breasts shifting beneath her dress and the shape of her ass. Thankfully her attention was drawn elsewhere. Later, when she returned, Tyler's heart raced as his eyes moved into the opening of her dress once more. It fell away from her chest and he could see part of her left breast hanging down, swaying as she moved. When he tore his eyes away to meet hers she was staring at him, smiling.

"Did the waiter show up while I was gone?" she asked.

"No, not yet." Tyler told his mother.

During their meal Melissa was very talkative -- complaining about work and discussing Tyler's impending graduation from school and college in the fall. Tyler was glad to not have to put much effort into the conversation since his mind was preoccupied with lewd thoughts about her. He did, however, make sure that his attention was on her face as they spoke, not wanting to get caught leering into her dress again.

It was late by the time Tyler and his Melissa returned home. He was tired from having been filled with stress over school and assumed that his mother must be as well after having worked all day.

Tyler loosened his tie and sat down on the livingroom couch. Once Melissa had locked the door and turned the kitchen lights off she sat down next to her son, crossing her legs. Tyler looked down for a moment at his mother's thighs as her dress slid up them over her thighs. They were soft, firm, with a hint of muscle.

"You looked so handsome tonight, honey." she said, her eyes meeting his, then roaming to his lap.

"Thanks, so did you." he replied, feeling nervous.

"Handsome?" she questioned, giggling.

Tyler became flustered. "Well, no, not handsome... you know what I mean..."

"Sexy?" she asked with a chuckle.

Tyler winced. "I guess... I mean, if you weren't my mom I'd probably think that."

Melissa understood the cause of her son's uneasiness: she was. Whatsmore, she wanted to reassure him. She reached over and gave his hand a squeeze, smiling into his eyes.

"You can tell me if you think I look good, honey," she said, almost whispering "I get so few compliments these days that any are welcome."

Tyler laughed. "I find that hard to believe."

"What?"

"That you don't get any compliments." he explained.

"Well, it's true." she asserted.

"Maybe if more people saw you in that dress..." he suggested.

Melissa looked down at herself, appraising how she looked. Feeling shy as she noticed her cleavage and bare thighs. She tugged the hem down some, then returned her gaze towards her son beside her. "Does it really look okay on me? Not slutty?"

Once more Tyler laughed at his mother's choice of words. "No... it looks great, mom. Really."

"I almost didn't buy it," she informed him "when I tried it on I was scared I would have a hard time keeping the girls from popping out. Actually, one almost did when we were running to the restaurant. Sometimes I wish they were smaller." She turned her eyes from her son's, feeling shy and horny.

When Melissa looked back up at Tyler he had a sheepish grin on his face, but said nothing.

"Well, it's true!" she insisted.

It occurred to Tyler that the two glasses of wine that his mother drank with her meal had probably emboldened her, not that he minded. He squirmed on the sofa beside her, unsure of how to respond. He sighed.

"I guess." he conceded, mumbling.

"You guess? This -- coming from the guy who told me I was stacked." Melissa laughed and her breasts jiggled.

"It's just that I don't always know what's safe to say anymore, mom."

The smile faded from Melissa's face, replaced by a look of compunction. She felt responsible. "I know what you mean," she said, sounding sad "but I'll make a promise to you."

"What?" he asked, curious.

"From now on you can say anything to me, with impunity. Be perfectly honest. Don't walk on eggshells."

"I don't know about that..." he replied, dragging his words out.

"I mean it, honey. Please, trust me." she pleaded.

"Okay." he agreed with a nod and a smile.

Melissa stood up beside the couch and twisted left, then right, as her son looked up at her. He could not help but smile. She looked breath-taking. Her breasts filled out the front of the dress, and the curve of her firm hips and ass was evident in the clingy material. Tyler folded his hands on his lap, trying to hide his swelling cock.

"So, how did I look tonight?" Her eyes flickered with mischievous as she spoke.

"Hot!"

"Thanks, honey. I don't think anyone's ever said that about me before."

"Probably because they've never seen you in that dress before." he reasoned.

"I don't know if they will again," she added "it's not like I have many occasions to wear something like this."

"How about grocery shopping?" he suggested, feeling more relaxed and wanting to keep the mood jovial.

"Hmmm... could be a problem," she concluded "I wouldn't be able to bend over and pick up anything from the lower shelves without my boobs falling out." Melissa's dreamy eyes met her son's as she waited for him to glance down at her cleavage. When he did she felt herself getting wetter.

"You know what?" he interrupted.

"What?"

"When the waiter was taking your order I caught him checking you out." he told her.

"What? How?" she asked, shocked at the news.

"Well," he began "he was staring at your boobs."

"Wow," she hissed "I thought he seemed gay."

"Maybe you cured him." Tyler offered, chuckling.

Melissa straightened her back and pushed her chest out. Her dress tightened over them and more skin appeared in the V neckline. "Think these could cure that?" she asked, clearly amused, or maybe enjoying being brazen.

"Mom, is it okay that we're talking like this?" he asked, rather than responding to her comment.

Melissa relaxed and slumped back on the sofa. "I'm sorry. I guess I got carried away." Now she looked forlorn.

"No, that's not how I meant it," he blurted out, wanting to console her "I guess all I meant was are you going to regret it or get mad at me if I say something sometime that you don't think is, well, appropriate?"

"I told you that you could say anything -- be honest." she reminded him.

"I know, but..." he began, then his voice faded.

Melissa slid closer to her son, so close that her thigh was touching his. She held his hand.

"You're a young man now, honey," she began, pausing to draw in a breath "and although you're my son I know that you're not naive, or blind. I just think that in the long run it's healthier for us to be honest with each-other -- have things out in the open, rather than pretend they don't exist or let them cause tension between us. Don't you? I mean, if you don't, that's okay. But this is how I look at it."

Tyler did not have to reflect on his mother's statement. He nodded immediately, smiling. "Yes, I do too. I just wasn't sure that you looked at it that way too."

"Well, now you know."

Melissa was still clutching Tyler's hand. It was resting on her bare left thigh. He glanced down to their hands, concentrating on the feeling of his mother's smooth firm leg. Next his eyes moved over the creamy smooth skin of her right breast, partially visible in the opening of her dress.

"I felt so self-conscious in this dress tonight, but it made me feel sexy, so that was a bonus. Still, I was glad that I could sit down almost all of the time and not have to walk around. Besides, these shoes are killing my feet. I haven't worn heels in ages."

"Well, you do look great."

"Thanks."

Melissa leaned over and kissed her son on his cheek, still holding his hand. Her left breast grazed his arm and she loved the sensation of her hard nipple brushing against him. She wondered if he liked it as much. Her wet pussy was demanding attention and she worried that there would soon be a damp spot on the back of her dress.

"Time for bed." she told her son in a soft, sleepy voice.

"At least I can sleep in tomorrow for a change." Tyler remarked as he stood up.

Melissa reached her hand out from the couch towards her son. Tyler took hold of it with his right, enjoying how soft her skin was, and pulled her to her feet. She stumbled, unaccustomed to wearing heels, and fell against his chest. A moment later his hand, still clasping hers, was pressed to her right breast. The backs of his hand brushed over her bare skin, pushing the front of her dress aside over her breast. Her skin was soft and pliant as his knuckles pushed into her mound. Melissa's other hand was on his right shoulder, steadying herself. She looked down between them at Tyler's hand, still pressed to her. Her nipple tingled. Slowly she raised her head until her eyes met his. She had a flirtatious smile on her face.

"Well, at least someone copped a feel tonight. I guess I didn't wear this for nothing." she remarked, her voice soft and sexy as she tugged her dress together.

Tyler released his mother's hand and backed away, tearing his eyes away from her as his face flushed.

"No, don't leave me now," she blurted out, still grinning "I need to hold onto you while I take these damn shoes off. If I can't even stand up here I'll definitely never make it up the stairs."

Tyler stepped back towards his mother, feeling his cock twitch in his pants. She placed her left hand on his shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze as she bent down to pull off her left shoe. Tyler looked down and saw her right breast in the plunging neckline of her dress, swaying as she leaned over. It was firm, round -- much bigger than what he could hold in his hand he could tell. Melissa stood up, holding her shoe, and placed her hand on her son's other shoulder.

"Okay, just one more -- I know I can do this." she joked, slightly unsteady.

Once more Tyler's eyes gravitated into the opening of his mother's dress to her large breasts. They swayed back and forth as she leaned over. He caught a brief glimpse of her left nipple. It was thick and dark. He shifted his eyes to her's. She was looking up at him as she held her shoe in her hand.

"I bet right now you're getting a better view than our waiter did." Melissa teased before standing up, giving him a smug grin.

Tyler backed away from his mother, afraid of what else she was about to say. She dropped her shoes to the floor and moved closer, taking his hand in hers, pulling him to her. Their shoulders were touching.

"It's okay, honey. You already had a feel -- you may as well have a look at them to." Her voice was soft, reassuring and it excited Tyler, despite his nervousness. He turned to her and forced a smile. She winked at him.

"Come on..." she coaxed, tugging at his hand.

Melissa lead her son up the stairs without letting go of his hand. She paused at her bedroom door, then turned to face him.

"Thanks for a great night. I had a lot of fun." she said with an enigmatic smile.

"Good, so did I,' he croaked "thanks for the meal; it was great."

Melissa reached up to place a soft kiss on Tyler's cheek, then smiled at him for a moment before going in her room and closing the door behind her.

Chapter 5

When Tyler woke the next morning his thoughts immediately turned to his mother and their conversation and events of the night before. Then he worried that she might regret it all and things would once again me tense between them. Standing naked beside his bed he pulled on a clean pair of boxers and ambled towards the bathroom.

As Tyler passed his mother's bedroom he noticed that her door was open almost all the way. He approached it, knowing that she would have gone to work over an hour ago. Tyler immediately detected the musky smell that hung in the air. His cock began to stiffen as he filled his lungs with his mother's scent. He rubbed his swelling cock through his boxers, trying to imagine what she had done the night before as she lay in bed.

Melissa had not bothered to make her bed and Tyler ran his eyes over it, imagining her lying naked in it, knees bent, spread wide apart. Then on the floor he noticed a pair of black lace panties. His cock twitched. Picking them up he examined them, running his fingers over the crotch. It was damp. As he reached into his boxers to his throbbing shaft he brought his mother's panties up to his nose and inhaled deeply. The scent of her pussy was intoxicating. Tyler imagined running his tongue over it, pushing his cock in it, hearing her moan.

As Tyler pumped his cock in his hand inside his boxers he felt his mother's juice wet his nose and lips. His tongue darted out, flicking over her panties as he drew in her scent. Moments later he gasped as a stream of cum sprayed over the inside of his boxers. His hand went limp and the panties fell to the floor.

Once he had finished showering and got dressed Tyler went downstairs. It was the first day of summer vacation and already he was bored. He could not wait until time passed so he and his mother could go to Crystal Lake. Not only was he looking forward to the vacation, but to being alone with his mother for a week even more.

Chapter 6

The next two weeks did seem to pass surprisingly quickly for Tyler. He kept busy with friends and spending evenings with his mother. Their time together was pleasant, but uneventful. Despite his longing, there were no more instances of illicit, bawdy talk or behavior between them. Yet, despite that, Tyler genuinely enjoyed any time he got to spend with her.

The night before they were due to leave for Crystal Lake Tyler noticed that his mother was in an especially good mood. He surmised that it must be because of their vacation starting the next day, which was a Saturday.

Melissa had been packing a little each evening after work in preparation for their trip, as well as stopping for groceries that they would need. Tyler had more free time than his mother, and less to pack, so it was much easier for him to get ready to go.

"Then consider it me giving myself a break from cooking supper." she suggested, still looking overjoyed at the good news.