Blackout 3 by ASK80

A work of fiction. All characters over the age of 18.

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Part 1

It was a glorious summer's day. The type of blue-skied vista that made you want to head to the beach or lay on the grass and feel the warmth on your bare skin. I was inside, naturally. In a dark and humid room. The windows were closed. The curtains were drawn. Two fans were strategically placed to circulate cool air.

No, I was not a vampire. Merely an incest-crazed mother clenched in the euphoria of yet another orgasm. The sheets were drenched. I slipped across them as James drilled into me. It was an uncomfortable bed. But we were not there to sleep.

I raised my head to see the look of concentration on James's face. The closed eyes and gritted teeth. As our lovemaking had progressed I teased him about it. I asked him if he was trying not to come or thinking about other women or wondering what we would be having for dinner after we rolled in from our latest session of fucking each other's brains out. He always smiled and said nothing.

The bed creaked and shook. It banged into the dresser at the side. There was a glass of water on the dresser. I did not recall pouring it or drinking from it. It was like I had a form of retrograde amnesia when we were together. Only able to recall the taste of his tongue in my mouth. The slapping of his balls against my buttocks. The crash of our pelvises as he buried himself in me.

I watched the glass of water creep across the dresser. It jumped up with every thrust. There was something compelling about its tectonic progress to the edge. Each jump coincided with a burst of pleasure in my pussy. As if it had telekinetic powers and was manipulating it closer to the edge.

I knew the glass would fall over. It was inevitable. As inevitable as my building orgasm. As inevitable as the next one and the one after that. As inevitable as James splurging another swathe of cum into my cunt.

The heat in my pussy grew. It acted like a lit fuse on James. He growled and clawed at me harder. The vibrations reverberated across the room. It seemed everything was under the influence of his lust-fuelled pounding. We were all caught in his orbit. Unable to escape his irresistible pressure.

The more I studied him the more I felt like I was a voyeur. That I was not really present and watching this scene unfold in a dingy back street somewhere. But then something would bring me back. A touch, a taste, a smell and a sound. It would bring me back to our wonderful quorum.

My hips ached as he compressed them. My breasts jiggled and flopped. I had tied my hair up but it too was being shaken free. We poured with sweat. The heat generated by our flailing bodies overwhelmed the atmosphere of the room. The fans were fighting a losing battle.

James pushed my legs down further and squatted over me. He stabbed himself in deeper and I gasped. There was that wonderful moment of tangibility when the tip of his head met the edge of my cervix. When he reached the limit of my capacity to take him.

I turned and looked at my ankle bouncing on the mattress next to my ear. I never realised how much I missed this. Being held and contorted into positions. Being folded and tossed and pinned down. Being used. All to please my lover.

James slapped into me harder. My pussy sluiced and the juices splashed across my breasts and onto my stomach. I cooed up at him. I spoke calmly and softly though inside a tempest raged. He liked it better when I was still exuding a demeanour of motherly control.

So, I coaxed him formally. As though it was the second or third time I was asking him to fulfil a particular chore and the next request would not be so pleasant. I told him to fuck me harder. To fill me with his molten cum. To own me. I wanted to be his property. Concubine, mistress, demimonde, harlot. All conjoined within the quivering form of his mother.

It was remarkable how swiftly we had reached a sexual simpatico. How attuned our bodies were to each other. We instinctively knew when to be rough and when to be tender. For the first time I contemplated the possibility of reincarnation. That somewhere in a former life we had been great lovers.

He knew how to tease me with his tongue. How to work my nipples and clit with his hot mouth. He knew when to pull my hair and slap my buttocks. He knew how tightly to grip my throat as he fed me his length. I knew when to gag and when to widen my jaw to accommodate him further. I knew when to swallow and when to carry his load up to him so we could share his wonderful cum in our mouths. I knew when to surrender and let him reign over my body. I knew when to be his whore.

My body spasmed as another orgasm approached. I did not want to disentangle the knot of our loins. I wanted us to bask in this reflected heat. Let our sweat lubricate our bodies as we slid over one another. I heard a dull thud. The glass had finally fallen off the dresser. It was a wonder it had lasted this long.

James emitted a plaintive cry and I knew he was close. I loved learning his sexual argot. The noises he made when he was on the cusp of cumming. The moans he let out as I slobbered along his shaft. The stunned gasp when he entered me for the first time. The echoing roar when he came and his penis jerked and sprayed inside me.

I let my visage slip and reverted to slut mode. I pulled him into me and screamed invective. Urging him to fuck his mother harder. To fuck her until she was nothing but a limp and twitching wreck. I wanted his cum. I needed his cum. The load he had deposited in me earlier was still there and I did not want it to get lonely.

James's eyes widened as he heard me hurl filth at him. He let out a primal scream and shot a barrage of cum into me. It was like a chain reaction in my pussy. My orgasm exploded and I arched my back up to meet him at the apex of our ecstasy.

We fell to earth in a heap. For a long time the only noise was the drone of the fans.

I swept my eyes across the bedroom. It was a tableau of our barely-controlled desires and incessant incestuous humping. It was an orgiastic crime scene.

Clothes scattered in every direction. Sheets soaked in sweat and cum. Glassware toppled on the floor. A lamp wedged in between the wall and the dresser where we had knocked it off.

I did not want to clean it. I was employing the most basic defence of the teenage boy when confronted with a mess. I did not want to clean it because it would only get messy again.

James rolled over and asked for the water.

'It's on the floor,' I answered. 'You knocked it over.'

'I knocked it over?' he said incredulously. 'I think you may have helped.'

'Hey, I was just a spectator.'

'Oh, really?'

'Yes, really. Quite a show you put on. Just the right amount of showmanship. I would watch again.'

'Well, it's like Jurassic Park when the T-Rex enters the film. They can only tell it's him because his thudding disturbs that glass of water. You don't need to see him to know he's there. It's all about creating an illusion.'

'Did you just compare your penis to a Tyrannosaurus Rex?'

'Hey...they're both predators you know. Both carnivores.'

'Actually...I think I'm the carnivore in this relationship.'

I leaned over and kissed his sweat coated navel. I licked my way down to his cock. The head looked as raw as my pussy felt. I took it in my mouth delicately. It was tender and needed some TLC. James moaned and lifted his hips up. I straddled his legs and began working my way down his shaft.

He took my head in his hands. Not roughly but lovingly, sensuously. I applied the same care to his cock. I let my saliva run down the shaft as I focused on the head. James undid my hair and it cascaded down over his cock. He pulled it away to watch as I moved down his shaft.

I worshipped his cock. I gave praise to its length and heft. It's scarcely believable girth. It's inexhaustible stamina. The short refractory periods. The consistently heavy batches of cum it delivered. Yes, there was much to be thankful for. I bobbed my head as I prepared James for the next instalment of incest club.

Part 2

We had been using the bungalow for just over two weeks. I had not visited any of the other rooms yet. There may have been a secret tenant hidden somewhere that I did not know about. Eyes wide and jaw hanging open as they listened to our furious copulation.

I had booked the bungalow the night we got home from the flat. There didn't seem to be any point in waiting really. We were firmly in agreement as to our plans for each other. The only uncertainty was in arranging the logistics. I let James pay the deposit using his incest expenses card. He joked that the only material thing he had provided so far in our relationship was his cum. I pointed out that I still paid for the cards so he silenced me with a kiss.

He was becoming bold. I liked it but was scared by the implications. I chided him and issued another reminder of the rules. No petting, foreplay, touching, kissing and definitely no penetration while Mark was still in the house with us.

He wandered off with a faraway look in his eyes. I heard his bedroom door slam and knew that he was stripping off to masturbate. That almost set me off so I stepped outside into the garden to chat with Mark.

James picked the keys up on the Thursday. I visited it with Mark the same night. Obviously not the property itself. We cycled past on our latest bike ride. It was the first time he let me choose the route so naturally I decided to plot the journey to the bungalow. I wanted him to unwittingly glide past the landmark of my betrayal.

It took 15 minutes at my leisurely pace. I imagined a lust-injected James could have managed the trip in under 10 minutes. Perhaps he could tow me. Like a can trailing the car of newlyweds, he would drag me to our haven of incest. He could carry me over the threshold, my tongue in his mouth. We would christen each room with our heaving bodies and our vows would be the lewd screams we exchanged as we reached climax.

I felt the excitement build as Mark and I got closer. Every bump and blister in the road seemed to send a shock up the bike and into my pussy. We turned into the quiet avenue of the bungalow. I sped up and overtook him. He tried to catch me.

We skated past the site of my planned fornication with our son and I cruelly turned to smile to him. He must have thought I was expressing my contentment at the time we were spending together rather than the truth. It was a smile of desire. Burning desire at the prospect of being fucked regularly by James.

It was a giddy thought and I took off, hurtling down narrow country paths and overgrown hiking trails. I knew I was running away from Mark and towards James, but I wanted the pursuit to be over. Both the pursuits. He caught up with me and I slowed to a halt and we laughed in between breaths.

I felt so unbelievably horny. In my sexual opportunism I forced Mark off his bike and into an isolated glade. I knelt and pulled his shorts down. My knees scraped against the rough earth. I sucked him off while I fingered myself and thought of James.

Imagining him there in the glade with me. His overwrought cock pushing my cheeks out as I thrashed furiously at my leaking cunt. I forgot myself as my head arced back and forth on Mark's cock. This wasn't the type of blowjob he was used to and he soon came with a leg-flopping bellow.

It was spontaneous but it served a purpose. It maintained the air of my desire for him. I had also relieved him without having to resort to sex. I did not want to have sex with him at home while James was close by. I wanted to spare my son's jealousy.

I swallowed Mark's dribble with a cough. It was as though my body recognised it was not James's and was trying to reject it.

He staggered back to his bike and on the way back struggled to keep up with me.

My lycra was soaking when we arrived home. I messaged James to let him know.

He responded later to say he had gone to the garage to sniff and lick the seat. I imagined it was my pussy as I ground it over his willing tongue and face.

Our next opportunity arrived a couple of days later on the Saturday. Mark would be away for several hours at a golf social. It would be the longest time James and I had spent together. We watched rapt as he set off in the morning as though he was an astronaut being driven out to the rocket.

I set a fifteen minute timer before we could leave. I did not want to chance Mark turning around to collect something he had forgotten and returning to a suspiciously empty house.

We sat and kissed in the living room while we waited. I had let him pick my outfit. It was a professional, secretary type outfit. Silk blouse, pencil skirt, ostentatious belt and heels. He requested the pearls again. I knew there was something about this style that appealed to both of us. The insatiable sex fiend hidden under the frigid and cool ice queen.

We sprawled on the divan as we petted. There were too many layers. There was too much clothing and fabric barring us from the flesh we so desperately craved.

I imagined Mark sat across from us in his lounger tutting in disapproval as we tumbled across the furniture.

James was not subtle with his groping. These were my normal work clothes. I knew he was only a stray finger or nail from ripping or tearing the fabric in his excitement. I was going to have to buy separate clothes just to indulge his fantasies.

The alarm sounded quickly but just in time. I was not sure we could have waited any longer. He had sucked my neck and left a patch of flesh dangerously close to being a love bite.

A button on my blouse had been popped as he moved his hot breath over my breasts. I felt his fingers slip under my skirt trying to reach the warmness within.

We had to wait another ten minutes before James's erection had subsided to a discreet enough level. Every time he thought it was under control I would bend over and push my straining cleavage out to him. He howled and went to the bathroom to escape my taunting.

We felt each other up in the car. I was one of those carefree and negligent motorists I had railed against during my bike ride. One eye on the road and the other assiduously charting the tented bulge in James's trousers.

Our hands clashed over the gear stick as I reached out to stroke his cock and he reached out to rub my legs. It was only a short drive to the bungalow but it required all my powers of mental resilience to ensure we reached there in one piece.

To an impartial observer I'm sure it looked like I was a drunk driver. Swerving across the road, alternating between going too fast and too slow and braking clumsily. We were intoxicated on each other and had barely taken a sip so far.

The bungalow was circled with conifers at the back and a tall hedge at the front. We pulled into the driveway in anonymity but still stumbled flustered to the door. Putting on a forced show of sobriety on the off chance that anyone could see us.

James led me to the bedroom and removed my clothes. I showed off the negligee he had selected this time as he pawed at it. I couldn't believe we had reached this point. Our own love-shack. The lease was for two months with the option to extend for longer. An entire summer together. We would likely rarely see the sun and probably acquire a vitamin D deficiency but none of that mattered. We were inseparable.

After we had swapped the first of many orgasms we held each other and listened to the birds outside.

'Do you remember?' he asked me.

'Remember what?' I asked from my pleasure-addled haze.

'The plan. The rules. Saying we would stop if one of us decided that we wanted to?'

'Oh.'

It rang a vague and distant bell. Had I really included a get out clause? How foolish. How myopic. There was no escape from this. For either of us.

'Not really. Why?'

'No...I just...you said that if one of us decided to stop then we just had to say and that would be it. We could go back to normal without any issues.'

I laid myself out on his chest.

'What are you getting at James?'

'Nothing. Just...I never want to stop.'

I smiled and took his face in my hands. We kissed and I reached for his cock. It was still early. I was not even close to the quota of orgasms I had set myself.

The two weeks passed in a happy and lust-filled blur. We surprised ourselves with our appetite for each other. Rather than waning it only seemed to increase. As though each new act of fornication was merely the precursor to an even more intense orgasm from the next one.

The first week we used the bungalow three times. By the second week we had relaxed our caution and were using it daily. It was necessary. Any longer than that and I started to experience withdrawal symptoms.

I found myself staring at James across the kitchen table, my body quizzical as to why we were not naked and indulging each other right at that very moment. He amassed a collection of my damp thongs and panties that I passed to him on the days when we could not fulfil our desperate needs.

We stopped off every evening after work. It was so close to home by car that most of the time we still had time to fuck madly, clean up and beat Mark back. It seemed a shame not to extract the maximum value from our outlay.

There was an old teak wardrobe in the bedroom. I filled it with racks and racks of lingerie. I would fuck James in one outfit and then afterwards we would browse online catalogues and stores together before placing the hurried orders for new outfits. As though they would be delivered just a few minutes later as we prepared for our latest copulation.

I changed the address for the incest card expenses to the bungalow. It was too early for the bill but in the second week we both received some correspondence from the company inviting us to increase our existing card limit. It was the horniest junk mail I had ever received.

Just the thought of this life with James. With our own place and identities and now our own mail. It was almost like official confirmation.

I grew sloppy. One time I was driving with Mark to buy groceries and absentmindedly headed in the direction of the bungalow. Another time I pulled out my incest expenses card to pay for lunch together before hurriedly slamming it back into my wallet and getting the right one.

It was James's fault. I was in such a state of bliss that I had relaxed my normally stringent guard. I wondered if subconsciously I wanted Mark to find out. If the pretence could be dropped and we could come to an amicable arrangement.

'Amicable'. I laughed at the very word. As though he would just accept his wife and son setting up in his house and fucking like rabbits while he jerked off in the room next to ours.

No, if he discovered the truth there was no possible way he would not be driven into at least some form of outrage and incandescence.

But still I formulated ideas. Scenarios and schemes for how I could ensure that I belonged to one master only. That my body would be used by one lord only. I had been engaging in my mad affair with James for three weeks now and my mind had been made up. My marriage was over.

Part 3

I purred as James delivered his cum into my mouth. I smoothed my hand over his shivering torso as he twitched the last strings of sperm down my throat. He gave an elongated gurn of pleasure.

I swallowed and savoured the taste on my lips and tongue. I kissed my way up to his face and lay over him. My breasts squashed up against his pecs. My dripping pussy splayed tantalising close to his deflating cock.

'God, Mum.'

'What?' I brushed my hair away coquettishly.

'Your blowjobs are amazing. I mean...you could go to the Olympics.'

I snorted and shifted over him. My pussy trailing juices over rippling stomach.

'I don't think that's the compliment you meant it to be.'

'No...but you know what I mean. You're just awesome. What we call 'a real swell gal in the head department'.'

I laughed and put my head under his jaw. We held hands as I breathed in the smell of his post-orgasm musk. I glanced down at his cock to see how long it before it was ready to take me again.

'I've been offered a job.'

'Hmm?'

I didn't tell him I wasn't really paying attention. Just admiring the contours of his stomach defined in greater detail with my glistening pussy juice.

'What do you mean?' I asked.

'Alison wants me to go permanent when my contract expires in September.'

I pushed myself up and perched across his chest.

'What? Ally didn't mention anything to me.'

'Well...it's not really in your reporting line, Mum.'

'But, I'm your mother. A simple heads up would have been nice as a courtesy.'

I felt a haze of irritation descend over me even though I knew it was stupid and unjustified. How dare Ally offer my son the prospect of...permanent employment

'Am I the only one who notices the great flaw in this plan of yours?' I asked.

He sighed and scratched the top of his head.

'I know...it's just...'

'Just what? You're honestly considering dropping out of university? You're already a year behind.'

'Hey. It's a gap year. And you said you didn't mind!'

'I don't. I didn't...because I didn't think you were going to end up not going at all. Why the sudden change? You've always wanted to go. You used to brag to your friends about all the universities that offered you a place.'

' 'What's changed?' Are you seriously asking me that, Mum? I just came in your mouth and before that you wore a french maid outfit for me and made me fuck you against the wall until I came in you.'

Oh...yes...that. How could I forget? The evidence was still lingering in my mouth and cunt.

'So, what? You're doing this because of me?'

'No. For us. You said university was the experience of a lifetime. Well, maybe this is the experience of a lifetime, Mum. Maybe it's us. And I don't want to miss a moment of it.'

'James...you really want to risk your future for...'

He held my hand and gazed into my eyes.

'I don't think about anything else, Mum. I mean, sure I probably look normal and well-adjusted and I get up in the morning and I got to work and I get paid and I go out with my friends. We laugh about girls and sport and the stupid shit we get into, but all of it is just a means, Mum. It's just something that I have to do so I can be with you. So there can be an us. I know it's only been a few weeks, but...I just want it to last forever. Before Alison spoke to me I was thinking about what I would do in September anyway. The thought of being away from you scared me. I actually thought I was having a panic attack. I don't know if I want to live a life without you in it. Every day. I want to wake up and taste you. I want to go to sleep spooning you. And I want every in between to be just us enjoying each other.'

I didn't know what to say. His candour was disarming. His innocence was overwhelming. His heart articulated what mine was rehearsing to say. I pulled myself forward and kissed him.

I ran my tongue across his lips. My hand snaked down to his cock and ran itself over his length. It stirred thrillingly like a great beast. A leviathan that only I could control.

James murmured as I fondled his cock. He drew my tongue into his mouth and I groaned as he squeezed my breasts. Our kissing became more impassioned, our tongues rolling over each other in a rush of lust and spit.

He pulled at my nipples before his hand moved up to my neck, taking the nape and pulling me in towards him. His cock sprung up, warming the palm of my hand with its heat. My pussy rippled in joyful anticipation.

I grabbed his arm and tore it away. I pushed him down onto the mattress. He settled back recognising the desire in me. I flung myself forward. I bit his ear and licked his cheek.

I growled as I marked him. He was a beast and I was his she-beast. He belonged to me. He lay there trembling and supine, a far cry from our habitual lovemaking.

I scrambled back over his body and clutched his cock. No, I told myself. It was my cock now. It heeded my call and stood tall and tense, eager to service me. I spread my legs and aimed my pussy at its engorged target.

I always lowered myself with such care onto his cock. As though it were a painstaking, meticulous process. It was the only control I exerted over him. Being in this position. Anything else and he was the arbiter of how he fucked me.

Most of the time I was more than happy with that. But sometimes...sometimes I just needed to place myself onto him. I needed to feel every last millimetre as it slowly filled me.

I needed to experience the way the head of his penis pierced my pussy lips. How the veins in his shaft throbbed in unadulterated glee as they pushed out the walls of my cunt.

I was so wet. Even without gravity I felt like I would have just slid all the way down to the base of his cock. He tilted his head back as I settled against his balls with a resounding squelch. I still marvelled at his size. How he was able to so thoroughly fill me with a repletion that I did not think possible.

I put my hands out and he reached out to meet them. I adjusted to a squat. He pulled me closer as I began to ride him. I used his arms for anchor and balance as I ragged my cunt up and down his solid length.

He smiled as he watched me and I wanted to use my hand to cover his eyes. I didn't want him to see just how hostage I was to his cock. I didn't want to confess my mania for it. I didn't want him to see his mother as a madwoman shuttling up and down his penis in the throes of rapture.

When the roles were reversed I felt more comfortable when he was in control. Almost as if there were some small modicum of reluctance on my part and I was simply being swept away by the irresistible force. But as I clung onto my son's hands and rode him furiously, I knew the truth. That I was the irresistible force. And I had swept both of us up.

I scrunched my face up as another orgasm rocketed through my body. I cried out and let my fingers slip through his hands. I fell forward and slid over his slick body. The sweat stuck my hair to my face. He brushed it away and grabbed my throat. I lay bowed over him, his cock still impaled in me, with an awestruck look on my face.

'Who said you could stop, Mum?'

I moaned as he grabbed my arms and pistoned his hips off the bed. My stomach muscles cramped but I didn't yield. I was a new woman. My body rejuvenated and invigorated through the alchemy of our forbidden lovemaking. He shifted his cock in me.

I surrendered the rhythm and let him dictate the pace. I remained stationary above him as he rammed into me. I felt like a ballerina maintaining a pose while my partner held me aloft. The bed creaked in protest at the fervour of James's pounding.

I was the opposite. I shrieked and yelled my approval. A high pitched solo as his cock flew in and out of my sopping cunt. He grabbed my thighs and lifted me further. The fans unfurled a blast of cold air over my back. I barely noticed it.

'Oh God, James. Make me yours! Make me yours! No-one else's, James! Make Mummy yours!'

He was shouting too. I couldn't hear him over my own obscenities. I had not known I was capable of such crudeness of such vulgarity. I loved every moment of it. I could not imagine fucking James without it. Without both of us knowing we were doing something so wrong. It was the spark in our fire.

His tempo rose and I whimpered at the sensation of his tumescence ripping into me. His balls catapulted against my dripping buttocks. The bed groaned louder. Either it was going to break or I was.

'Cum in me, son. Mark me with your seed! Fire it into me, James! I need that cum!'

He gave an almighty shout and I felt the conflagration of his cum as it shot into me. I came again and again almost in time with each new injection. I collapsed onto him and we both lay there comatose and conjoined as our mingled cum steadily dribbled out of my pussy.

Part 4

'Your father won't be pleased,' I remarked.

'Well, I think there's plenty of other things I've been doing recently that would piss him off more.'

I adjusted my rear view mirror and glared at him.

'That's not funny. He won't be pleased, but you have to tell him.'

He played with his seat belt before apologising. We were driving back after what was becoming our regular Saturday saturnalia. Mark had started attending more and more golf socials which gave us at least half a day of uninterrupted pleasure and passion. We were not wasting them.

James had not broken the news to his father yet. He had decided to take the offer of a permanent job with my firm. It was only entry level, a general dogsbody really, but there were opportunities for advancement and professional qualifications for the candidate who showed initiative.

I had no choice but to give my blessing. I could not deny that I was at least partly responsible for this outcome. Both in getting him the internship in the first place and also indulging his wild incest fantasies. Yes, he had my wholehearted endorsements in both those areas.

I didn't even try to deny that I was thrilled by it as well. The university that James was scheduled to attend in September was on the other side of the country. Even if he came down to see once a month it would have not been the same. It would have diluted both the experiences he was trying to enjoy.

I knew I would have been jealous. Angry that my lover had been snatched away from me and was in another place with other people instead of here with me. Pleasuring me. I was not sure how I would have coped with his absence. I suspect he had the same thought.

So, he chose me. He chose us. I couldn't have been happier. My planning could shift now to an extended liaison. No more short-term holiday lets. No more fictitious bike rides or snatched dalliances on the way home from work. I wanted the real deal. I wanted everything.

The unhappy obstacle was Mark. We discussed how to break the news of James dropping out. He would be livid, but not in an angry, table-tossing way. That wasn't his style. He was a more sophisticated parental manipulator than that. He would express shock and disappointment and try to guilt James out of his decision.

Like a typical man, James did not want to address the problem. He did not want to tell his father straight away. It aggravated me.

'What's your plan, James? Just hold out till September and when he asks why you're still here, just say, 'Oh yeah, about that,'.'

He countered by saying it was still a few months away. Time enough to come up with an adequate explanation and plan.

'You mean time to fuck me and just bury the problem?' I asked him.

He didn't respond to that. It was clear that James had to disclose it sooner rather than later. I tried to motivate him with the scenarios I envisaged. Him moving out and renting a bachelor pad in town or even a small flat close to here where we could be much more frequent in our fornication.

I knew the thought thrilled him but at the moment the fear of his father somehow overrode that. I was a little disappointed that the lure of my pussy was not enough incentive. I was also irritated that I was slipping back into my more traditional motherly role. Nagging him to do something that he didn't want to do. That wasn't a turn on for me.

We arrived home and headed into the house. Mark had messaged a little earlier to say he would be home in a few hours. Normally I would have been glad and randy at the thought but after a strenuous half day of fucking, James and I were ready for a little rest and relaxation.

I made him a late lunch and we ate it in the conservatory. I prepared some strawberries and ice cream and fed them to him as he rested his head in my lap. It was impossible to stay mad at him.

We ate dessert as I tried to cajole him into telling his father. It was all a matter of presentation. This wasn't about a deadbeat student dropping out of university. This was about a dynamic and entrepreneurial young man trying to make his way in the world.

Anyone could spend three years away racking up a mountain of debt and developing a drinking problem. But the people who decided to knuckle down To start grafting and building something in the here and now? They were the ones who ran the world.

James didn't seem convinced. He wore a semi-permanent frown as his head nestled between my thighs. His eyes kept flitting to the side. Trying to sense the heat in my pussy. We went upstairs and lay on the guest bed.

I think he sensed I was not in the mood for sex so we cuddled and kissed and talked about the future. I undid my blouse and let him suckle at my breast. I held him tight and smiled as his tongue flicked over the nipples.

He was treading water but trying to swim. I would have been more confident in his plans for the future if he had just shown a willingness to tackle the present.

Part 5

Mark was snoring. Typically it was something that I could block out and just ignore. Now for some reason each wheeze and snort was like the blaring of an air horn.

Both my men were annoying me. James had still not told his father about his decision to drop out of university. It had been a steady week of my trying to persuade, nag and importune him but to no avail. I was on the brink of going nuclear and withholding my body.

I sensed he knew that was a possibility but was relying on the infallibility of his cock to convince me otherwise. He was so cocky as to believe that my orgasms kept me a prisoner. I wasn't wholly sure it wasn't a reasonable argument.

Even with this slight tension and friction in our relationship our passion for each other remained undimmed. In fact, we were now stopping by the bungalow twice a day. Once on the way into work and then again on the way back. I lost count of the number of showers a day I was now taking.

I had begun moving work clothes to the bungalow to make it easier. I was slowly dismantling my marriage brick by brick. Putting the items I wanted to keep in storage until my next permanent union was formalised.

I knew why I was so desperate for James to tell his father. Then I could start the countdown on the dissolution of this union. I sat up in bed and looked over at Mark.

I had been racking my brains to try to think of the best way to announce my unhappiness. On the face of it I had everything. But there was always space for dissatisfaction. It always grew in the gaps that couples left between themselves.

I wanted to come up with a scheme that would precipitate our breakup. It was difficult to find something devastating and clinical enough to shatter a twenty year marriage.

I knew I was trying to absolve some of the blame from myself. It was a shame there was no get out clause in our wedding vows.

Could I feign an illness? Early menopause? That would only make him cling closer though. He was not a callous man I knew. I wasn't even sure if an admission of infidelity would be enough to shake him off.

He would try counselling, marriage therapy, psychiatrists. I really didn't need anyone poking around my psyche right now. I sighed loudly. I was thinking about my husband, the man I had shared the last twenty years of my life with as though he was a dog that had followed me home and I couldn't get rid of.

Could I kill him? I was not ashamed to say the thought popped into my head. I did not entertain it. Clearly, that would have been a massive overreaction to the problem, but my imagination voiced it as one of many potential solutions.

No, I did not want any harm to come to Mark other than what was necessary or unavoidable. My brief criminal resumé was going to contain a spectacular charge of incest and nothing else.

It had to be infidelity. It was the only thing that made sense. It had the added advantage of being true as well. But it had to be a heinous enough betrayal to make him reject me. To turn the nectar of his devotion bitter and black.

He was a good man. A loving husband and devoted father. A good provider and reliable friend. I thought about our family and friends and what their reaction might be to any impending separation.

I would be blamed, I knew. However it was presented I would be the one held most culpable. And they would be right.

There was really no plausible way in which I could spin a separation in my favour. I decided not to expend any energy into a PR campaign either way.

I had been a model wife and partner too long. It was much more fun being down off the pedestal. It was far too much fun writhing in the gutter with James.

My phone trilled and I checked it. A message from James. An apology. For his steadfast refusal to confront his father with the truth.

It was quite a long message. An essay almost. I wondered how long he had been composing it. I turned away from Mark to study it.

It was my normal phone and I worried that he had included information in it that he shouldn't have. But as I read on I saw he had been careful to skirt around the edges.

There were a few indirect references that only I would have picked up on. Hints of our new roles as lovers hidden in the message from a son to his mother.

As I read it I could tell there was something of a chastened child in the apology. I could see he had picked up on my exasperation. I had tried to contain it when we were together in the bungalow but even then, in the heat of our passion, my lover had sensed it.

He declared that he was going to tell his father. They had arranged a bike trip that morning so he would use the time to have a long chat and explain the rationale behind his decision not to go to university.

It was a sweet message and I felt a little harsh for pressuring him. I sometimes forgot he was just nineteen years old. Barely a man and still learning about himself and his place in the world. I mistook the control he displayed in the bedroom to mastery over himself.

I responded to thank him for the message and to wish him luck. I wanted to put more but it was not my burner and I did not want to risk it.

I was pleased at his maturity. He had reached the required destination. It had taken a little longer than I would have liked but he had got there eventually.

I tried to gauge how Mark would react. Whether he would fall off his bike in displeasure or ride all the way home grumbling and castigating James. I knew both of them would return unhappier than they had left.

It was necessary though. For us to be able to move on then we would need to start overcoming hurdles and this was likely to be the shortest one in our path. I needed James to be strong for me. I couldn't do this without him.

I got out of bed and considered going to James's room to administer a blowjob before Mark got up. I suspected a small part of him was hoping for that particular outcome after I read the message. He knew how to play me.

The temptation was great but I decided against it. I had just avoided sending him a sexually charged message on my regular phone so it would have been a bit odd to then violate the rules in an even grander way.

Anyway, if all went well then soon there would be no need of separate rooms or burner phones or incest expenses cards or the rules and regulations of incest club.

It would simply be our normal home life. A mother and son confident and secure in their love for one another.

Part 6

They had been gone longer than normal. Much longer. I had expected some measure of overrun but now I was beginning to worry.

That they had somehow escalated into a blazing row that had ended in fisticuffs and James triumphantly announcing our month long campaign of incest.

All the gory details being spilt out. Our planning and preparation. The first afternoon of passion so close to the marital bed before we hitched up in our own incest bordello.

The things we said to each other as we approached climax. The plans were making for future trysts and liaisons. I didn't feel that scared any more.

If the truth came out then so be it. I was ready to meet it. Put a plan in place for it. I wondered if James and I would flee the country. Become fugitives in a non-extradition country as these international warrants circulated our faces and crimes.

I knew it would make for titillating headlines. We would become another set of photos and urban legends that was passed around the internet. Our images launching fantasies and awakening desires.

I checked both my phones for messages. Nothing. I wondered if the same murderous thought had popped into James's mind. If on their bike trip something snapped and he swerved and knocked his father into the path of an oncoming vehicle.

It would be so easy. A tragic accident. A despondent son. A heart wrenched wife. It was another grisly daydream and I suddenly wondered if a psychiatrist might not be such a bad idea. I was definitely starting to exhibit some tendencies more recognisable in sociopaths.

The door swung open. I rushed downstairs in time to see a clearly irate Mark storm into the conservatory. He brushed past me before I could say anything. I looked out and saw James skulking in the garage, a forlorn expression on his face.

'Jane!' I heard Mark shout.

I closed the door and shuffled to meet him.

'You knew about this, Jane?' he demanded to know.

'I...he mentioned it to me.'

'And what was your response? Because it clearly wasn't to try and talk him out of this!'

'Calm down, Mark. It was actually. I told him the same things you've said to him. How he was missing out on the experience. About his future prospects. He...he was very impassioned in the way he presented it to me.'

By which of course I meant he had slipped it into the conversation after I had sucked his cock and swallowed his load.

'You're not serious? You actually signed off on this?'

'Signed off on what, Mark? He's an adult. He's an intelligent young man. Why do you want to force him to do something he doesn't want to do?'

'Maybe because I don't want to see him struggling to keep his head above the breadline!'

'How can you be such a snob, Mark? You know how many billionaires, entrepreneurs and wildly successful people there are out there who accomplished that without university.'

'And you know the differences in starting salary between graduates and non-graduates, Jane. You know the statistics on how much more grads earn over the course of their working career in comparison to non-grads. How much more secure their employment is. I'm not disparaging people who don't go to university, I'm just talking about the odds.'

We glowered at each other across the dividing line of the kitchen and the conservatory. It was only a few feet but it might as well have been a yawning chasm that was dragging us further and further away from each other.

I knew then that this would be our last argument. Anything after this would simply be him ranting and me ignoring him. I was tired of it. I wanted to be elsewhere holding James. Consoling him in the best way I knew how.

Mark and I debated the finer points for a little longer. I finished by saying I respected James as an adult. That had always been my argument. Since my first concern about pursuing him sexually to now when he was trying to determine his future. He was an adult who knew what he wanted.

I suppressed the urge to shout that at Mark. To follow up and tell him that his son wanted me and I wanted him. I didn't of course. I said my piece and walked down to the garage to find my sweet boy.

I skipped down the steps surprisingly unburdened. The only good thing to come from our little squabble was that I could use it against Mark.

Like a wedge. I would drive it even further between us and start chipping away at the mortar of our already fractured relationship.

James was still hidden away in the shadows of the garage. He looked dishevelled and remorseful. Smaller than I had ever remembered seeing him. Mark had clearly unloaded both barrels on him.

I walked up and kissed him. Tasting the sweat on his flesh from the ride.

'Mum? The rules?'

'To hell with them, James. Let's go.'

'Go where?'

'The only place that makes sense.'

We rode out to the bungalow and fucked quietly. It was a slow, muted screw. We were under siege and this was us behind the walls and taking refuge in one another.

Normally I worried that people would hear the din of our wailing through the windows, but this time time we were gentle and almost a little sombre.

As though it was the last time we would do it for a while.

As we entered the bedroom I wasn't sure how he would respond. Whether he was going to be full of resentment towards his father and wanting to bang me hard as a way of getting back at him or still be under the cloud of his father's disappointment.

It was more the latter than anything.

I took the lead. He was still my James under the unusually timid and withdrawn exterior he presented now. He still responded to my kisses. He still clutched at my breasts. His cock still flared up as I undressed him.

He was missing his usual spark and I knew in his mind he was still reliving the argument with his father. They were both worriers. I was the opposite. That's what plans were for. So, you didn't have to worry.

I spent longer whispering in his ear as I rode him. Telling him how proud I was of him. How he had shown himself to be a man. I slapped my pussy deep down onto his groin as I told him how much he deserved it.

He stared at me glassy-eyed. A blank expression on his face. Somehow present but also absent. I stopped my slow riding.

'Mum?'

'I love you so much, baby. I don't want to see you this unhappy.'

He grunted and ran his hands up my body.

'I could never be unhappy when I'm in you, Mum. Trust me on that. It's just...I don't know.'

'Don't worry about Dad. He'll come around. And even if he doesn't. What does it matter. It's just going to be me and you from now on.'

'What do you mean?'

'I'm going to leave him. I'm going to be with you. We'll be together.'

He shifted underneath me as though he could not quite believe what he was hearing.

It may have been an odd moment to suddenly have this discussion with him. My pussy was clamped down onto his dick and I was still too riveted with pleasure to allow him to pull out.

'But...'

'But what?'

I commenced a slow grinding, rolling over his balls with my vulva. How could my boy resist?

'Tell me you want me, James. Tell me you want Mummy.'

He gasped and his head toppled back onto the mattress.

'I want you, Mummy. I want you so bad.'

I flexed my pussy to tease him. He moaned in ecstasy.

'You want us to be together? Live in a nice house? Blowjobs in the morning? Sex in the shower? Home for lunch to sixty nine each other? Then back in the evening to fuck until the lights go out?'

'Oh God, Mum. You...you're just describing heaven now.'

I grabbed his hands and placed them on my breasts. My stomach coiled as I rode him harder.

'I want it all baby. I want nothing to be denied to us. I want you to be my everything.'

'I...I am your everything, Mum,' he said breathlessly.

'I know, James. I know you belong to Mummy and Mummy belongs to you. Say it!'

I reached back and grabbed his legs as I pushed harder against his cock. His gorgeous slab of meat was the fulcrum that I pivoted my willing body over. I felt his legs buckling and pushed out to hold them still.

'I..I belong to you Mummy! You...oh God! You belong to me!'

I tipped my head back as his proclamations infused my frenzy. Hearing him say these awful, wonderful things lit the fire in my pussy. It was so strong. I felt I could not bear it.

'Cum in me, James! Please...just give me your cum! It belongs in me!'

I shouted louder and louder. Our initial subdued foreplay had finally escalated into our window-shaking penetration.

'You want my cum, Mummy? You want me to cum in your pussy?' he taunted.

'Oh God...you bastard! You unbelievable prick!' I snarled back at him.

'Actually, Mum...I believe the unbelievable prick is what you're wriggling so hard around right now.'

I growled.

'Give me your cum! Fire it into me! I want it, James! Mummy wants your cum! I want your baby!'

I was lost in the frenzy of my forbidden thoughts. They flapped through my mind like startled bats. I grabbed at each one of them no matter how dark and blind. I saw James beneath me, his face aglow in wonder. Ready to accede to my wildest thoughts. I knew he wanted what I wanted.

My passion scaled a new peak. The thought of his cum unfettered in my womb. Wave after wave of it flooding my belly followed by the inevitable outcome. It was too delicious to deny. Too horny to resist. Too scandalous to ignore.

I looked in his eyes and they reflected mine. We came together in an elided and trembling mass of flesh. There was no separation line. I did not know where I ended and he began. His cum poured into me and I greedily sucked it up. Into the holy place where it belonged.

The bed gave a muffled creak as if to remind us it was still there and that we were not in fact, floating on our own cloud of incestuous gratification. I ignored it and placed my head on my lover's chest.

I listened to the beating of his heart as it recovered the blood it had so urgently sent to his cock.

I was ready to sleep. To just curl like a ball into the hard arches of his body. To take refuge in this cathedral that I so lovingly desecrated. He took my hand in his.

'Did you mean that...?'

'Mean what?' I asked coyly.

I knew exactly what he meant, of course.

'About...the baby?' I said.

I was afraid I had finally said something beyond the pale. Something that would turn my hitherto incest-loving son into a shocked and horrified opponent.

'About...the baby,' he repeated.

'Yes,' I stammered, strangely unsure of myself.

'No...well, maybe. I don't know! It just popped into my head. I know I'm a rambling old woman and...'

'Mum. Shut up. You're the most jaw-droppingly stunning woman I've ever laid eyes on. I genuinely cannot believe I get to have sex with you. I want to still be fucking you in ten years, twenty years, thirty years time. Until I need blue pills or a bionic cock. I don't want anything else or anyone else. Only you.'

I should have known. I did not know why I was so unsure of myself. I did not know why I assumed our love would take the path of least resistance. That from its first inklings it would never fully materialise or it would splutter and die out after a few weeks or months. That it would not stand the test of time.

'Yes. I meant every word,' I told him as I clutched his hand tighter.

I couldn't see but I knew he was smiling. I echoed his smile as his cum settled in my flooded pussy.

We cycled back in an aura of scarcely believable happiness. We had made a pact. A solemn vow to each other. I was ready to march into my home and demand a divorce there and then. It frustrated me that I couldn't.

My relationship with James was the most liberating thing I had felt in my life. It was frustrating that I couldn't just act on the impulses he inspired in me.

Mark wasn't there. His car was gone. I think we were both glad we did not have to face another unpleasant situation. James grabbed at my buttocks as we walked upstairs. I slapped his hand away.

He tackled me and we both fell laughing onto the landing carpet. His hard cock poked me in the knee. I was pleased he was back to normal. My pussy had restored him. A horny, priapic and leering teenager who only had eyes for me.

He pulled down my shorts and sniffed at my already moist panties. I groaned. Mark was not here but I had no knowledge of his whereabouts or when he was due back. It was a risky gambit allowing James into my dampening pussy now.

His fingers slipped under the fringes of my lace panties and eased them from around my hips. I bucked on the carpet helping him slide them down. I couldn't resist him. To hell with Mark and the rules. I wanted James's potency inside me.

He burrowed his head between my thighs. I spread and lifted them to ease his passage. He kissed the inside of my thighs. His tongue grazed across the smooth surface of my labia. I hummed in eagerness.

His finger circled my clit. His breath tickled the lips of my pussy. I felt his tongue snake out and paint his saliva around them. I closed my eyes and grabbed hold of his hair.

He grunted as his tongue worked across my wet folds. He lapped ravenously as my juices oozed out to meet his welcoming mouth. His tongue was tumid and moist. It settled like silk over my clit. I moaned and lifted my pussy, eager to feel his slippery flesh deep in my cunt.

He pushed against my thighs. I hoisted my legs in the air so his tongue could work unrestricted. He teased me with his pace. Slowing to long, lingering licks and then a mad rush as he fucked my cunt with his tongue. He knew the landscape of my pleasure. He had been spent so long exploring it.

I brought my legs down and trapped his head in the lock of my thighs. He grunted in surprise but I gripped tighter making him breath my essence in. My panties rested on the crown of his head. My feet pushed down on his shoulders.

He inhaled my juices into his nostrils. His tongue was a blur across my squirming pussy lips. Normally I would have cried havoc at this point and demanded his cock in me, but there was time for that later. I would satisfy myself with that later. Mark or no Mark.

I bucked again as my orgasm rushed through me. I hollered in glee and gushed in James's face. I held him down so he could bathe in it. So he could enjoy the heady fruits of his labour.

I rolled over on my side and rocked as the aftershocks of pleasure ricocheted through me. I rocked as my buttocks soaked in the wet spot I had left on the carpet.

Part 7

Dusk had passed. Mark was still not home. My head was laid on James's flat stomach. Watching my juices dry on his flaccid penis. Even in its current shrivelled state it seemed big. Perhaps it was because I was so close to it. I edged forward and licked the tip to check.

My phone was down by his ankles. I had taken a break from our hedonistic baby-making blitz to send Mark a message. It was short and terse and gave no indication that I actually wanted to check his whereabouts or safety.

It was a token gesture just like everything else in my marriage now. I had removed my wedding ring. I had googled divorce lawyers. I had begun drawing up the division of assets.

I had collected my remaining course of contraceptives and flushed them down the toilet. We performed a little ceremony. James had pulled the handle as though he was smashing a champagne bottle against a newly minted vessel.

Except the vessel was my womb. And he was populating it with his cum. I was a priestess worshipping a fertile god. Accepting his many bountiful offerings in the willing plains of my pussy.

It had added a new layer of lust to our lovemaking. It was a taboo piled onto an existing edifice of taboo. The very thought sent a frisson of excitement tingling through my body.

I checked my phone. I saw that Mark had read the message but not replied. I was not surprised or disappointed. It would have been nice to know when he would be back.

It was still my slight preference to continue my incestuous affair with my son in secret rather than in the stunned silence of Mark's shock.

He was being childish, petulant. I hadn't expected he would react this badly to James's decision. But that was the problem with parents.

They laid out their visions for their children like a trellis built to support a rambling plant, but if the plant took deviated or took another path then the parent was angered and tried to uproot it.

I wondered if I should explain that metaphor to Mark. I thought that as a keen gardener he would appreciate it. My lover stirred and I turned my head to meet his waiting lips. He rubbed my belly expectantly. A reflex I expected him to make many times over the coming months.

His cock expanded as we kissed and crept against my hand. I patted it reverently and pledged it would soon receive the gift of my pussy. I knew we had only just disposed of the contraceptives but that evening we prepared each other like each joyous copulation would be the one.

That the combination of his profusion of cum and my febrile pussy could overcome whatever barriers were put up in their way. He pushed me over and spread my legs. We readied to test the theory.

My phone pinged and I ignored it. 'I can't talk now, Mark,' I thought. 'Our son is trying to impregnate me. I'm sure you understand'.

It was irrelevant if he came back and found us now. He was irrelevant. James and I synchronised groans as he entered me. We had spent the best part of the day in each others arms and still it was not enough. I could not think of a more wonderful place.

And it was just the beginning. An enticing preview of the life ahead of us. No matter the obstacles and pitfalls that littered the path ahead. We would face them all. Together.