REALISATION

"But I don't get why I have to be here..."

As she dragged her suitcase along behind her on its little wheels, Julia Reed was kind of wondering that herself, given the complaining she'd been hearing on and off for the last half hour. Unfortunately, they were both pretty much stuck with the situation, and the best answer she could come up with as to why was one her son, Adam, wasn't going to like hearing. She gave a mental shrug and decided that there was little point sugar-coating it.

"The short version, dear, is that your cheating prick of a father has decided to move his latest slut into the house - and I am not having you stay there."

Okay, so maybe snapping at him like that wasn't the best plan, but she was hardly in the mood to really give a damn about his feelings. Given the way her soon-to-be-ex husband had treated the pair of them, she suspected Adam might actually be glad for some time away from home.

Once he got past the whining about missing the party he'd been planning to go to over the weekend, anyway. As she stalked down the pathway toward the room she'd managed to book for them both at this motel, she fumed silently at just how crappy a turn her life had taken of late, and amused herself with thoughts of creative revenge on the shit-bag she'd foolishly married when she'd found herself pregnant with Adam nearly nineteen years before. She'd known he could be a prick, sure - what man wasn't sometimes - but this?

Maybe it was time to play the field a bit herself, now that she was dumping the trash like she should have long ago. Even at 38, she had a fine figure that she'd worked to keep in shape, and she knew damned well how good she looked. Hell, even Adam had made some joking comments about the way her long blonde hair and 36D's had helped his school football team to a win or two by distracting the opposition.

"Look," Adam said from behind her, "Can't I just stay at Jake's for a few days?"

Sighing, she stopped and looked back over her shoulder at him. "Honey... I can't say it's only going to be a few days. Look, it won't be so bad. I'll find us a better place to stay tomorrow, and we'll see about you going to Jake's party. But for now, let's just get ourselves settled in here for the night, okay?"

After a few moments, he shrugged and nodded, and she managed to muster up a smile for him. Given how late it was, she actually considered herself lucky to have found them anywhere at all for tonight, but one look at this place had convinced her they weren't staying long. When they got to their room a minute or so later, she shrugged her long coat off of her shoulders - and cursed as her purse slid straight onto the ground.

"Dammit..."

Dumping her coat on top of her suitcase, she bent down to retrieve the purse - and the keycard for the room. As she straightened up, she glanced over toward Adam, and saw him quickly looking away. She wasn't sure, but she thought there was a flush to his cheeks that hadn't been there a moment before...

"You okay, honey?"

He nodded quickly, still looking out into the night instead of at her. "Yeah, fine."

Pulling the keycard out of her purse, she shrugged off what she thought she'd seen and concentrated on getting them the hell into the room. "Okay, honey, I'm afraid there wasn't a lot of choice when it came to rooms. We've only got the one bed, I'm afraid..." She looked at him again as she pushed the door open and gave him a quick smile. "We'll have to share."

Adam shrugged as if he didn't much care, but that flush she thought she'd seen was definitely there this time. Rolling her eyes at the teenager's attempt at stoic acceptance, she walked into the room, dumped her suitcase by the bed, and looked around with a sigh. Definitely not the best of accommodations... but it would do. Hell, it would have to do. Blowing out a long breath, she realised that it was pretty hot in here, and there was no sign of the background noise of working A/C.

Which made sense, given the way the rest of the day had gone.

"Okay, I'm going to see about sorting some of this crap out," she said, pointing to her case, and Adam's since he'd put his beside it. "You may as well see if there's anything decent to watch on the TV."

"Are you kidding? In a place like this, the only good reception we'll get is for the pay-per-view."

"Which, young man, we are not watching."

If she'd been on her own, she might have considered it, but eighteen years old or not, she wasn't going to let him do so. Especially with her here. Grabbing the remote from where it sat on one of the bedside tables, she tossed it to him. "See if you can find something that I won't spank you for watching."

He chuckled a little at that, and Julia's mood brightened a bit. Nothing made her happier than seeing her son smile, and if he could so that after everything that had happened today, maybe things weren't a total loss. As he sat on the bed and started flicking through channels - and he was right, the reception was shit - she began putting some things in drawers. Maybe they'd get out of here tomorrow, but there was no harm in being ready in case they didn't...

She bent down to grab some clothes from her case, but paused when she heard a thud from behind her. Looking over, she saw a rather embarrassed-looking Adam picking the remote up from where he'd dropped it on the floor.

"Sorry," he muttered, looking quite determinedly at the TV. Julia shrugged and went back to unpacking, only to pause again when Adam spoke up. "Uh, Mom... I think this thing's stopped working."

She looked over and watched as he pointed the remote at the TV and pushed a button to no noticeable effect. She sighed and walked over to the set, bending down to check if it had any actual manual controls. It did, and she started pushing the buttons. "Tell me when you see something watchable."

"Sure thing, Mom."

After a few channels, and no comment from Adam, she cast a quick glance back at him - and froze. His gaze wasn't on the TV, it was locked squarely on her ass. Cursing herself silently, she wished she'd actually thought about it before dressing herself in a t-shirt and - more importantly right now - a pair of very short denim cut-offs. Suddenly, she realised why he's been acting the way he had outside, and turned back to the TV controls with a fairly evil little grin. It was good to know she still had it, even if the guy reacting was her son.

"Any time now," she said out loud, and she heard the bed shift as he twitched at the sound of her voice.

"Umm... that should be fine."

A quick look at the screen showed a blurry but watchable picture, and it seemed they'd found one of the 24-hour news channels. Considering what else was available, that was probably about the best they were going to get. She looked carefully back at her son, and wasn't surprised to see where his attention was. After a moment, 'What the hell" drifted through her mind. "Let me get a better look."

She moved back a bit, still bent over, and knew that the better look being got was all Adam's. She checked again, and his eyes were still firmly nailed to her tight, denim-covered butt. Her husband hadn't paid that sort of attention to her for a very long time, and being the focus of that sort of male attention sent a warm rush through her. before she really knew what she was doing, she lifted a hand to her chest, running it over the swell of her breasts and letting the sensation feed what Adam's eyes were already doing to her.

Abruptly, realisation hit her. This was her son she was teasing like this, and she quickly straightened herself up and walked back over to the suitcases. Blushing furiously, she kept her back to him as she finished putting things away.

What the fuck are you thinking, she asked herself silently. Are you that desperate? Get a goddam grip on yourself!

Shoving the last of the clothes, or near enough, into the drawer, she pushed it closed and started heading for the bathroom. "It's getting late, I'm going to grab a shower. And hopefully cool myself off, she mentally added. "You just... watch some TV for a while, okay?"

"Uh, sure."

His voice sounded a little strained, and she risked a glance his way. "I know this is hard for you honey, but it won't be for long. I promise."

With that she ducked into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. Leaning back against it, she closed her eyes and tried to get rid of that cosy feeling that had come from teasing her son like she just had.

Just because I'm feeling... God, don't even go there. And is it fair to him to be doing shit like that? I mean, I know he's a young man, and his hormones will probably drive him to eye up anything with tits... and probably try to do a whole lot more than that, if he was given the chance.

She let her head fall back against the door behind her and let out a long, slow breath.

Is he even still a virgin? There's plenty of girls who'd be happy to relieve him of that, I'm sure. He's a good looking kid, after all. That blonde hair he got from me looks good on him, and those blue eyes... and he's built like a... Firmly, she got a good grip on her thoughts and berated herself for letting her mind start drifting toward her son's physical charms. I just need to cool myself off, and then we can pretend none of this ever happened.

It was then that Julia realised that she'd left her toiletry bag near the bed, and she'd brought nothing in here to change into after her shower either. Cursing under her breath, she straightened up and turned to open the door again. She barely got it open more than a few inches, however, when she caught sight of Adam laying on the bed. More accurately, she saw him rubbing a hand over the crotch of his jeans.

Holy shit... is he...

Apparently he was, and as she stood frozen at the sight of what she was watching, he pulled down his fly and reached inside. Within moments, he pulled his hand back out again, as well as what looked to her like an already semi-hard cock.

Her mouth went dry at the sight, but she couldn't make herself look away. As she watched, he began slowly stroking his shaft, and her eyes went wide as it grew to its full length under his attentions.

Oh... my. We certainly have grown up into a big boy, haven't we?

Maybe not that big, it couldn't be more than about six inches long, but it was the first live cock she'd laid eyes on for nearly three years, and suddenly the fact that it belonged to her own son just didn't seem to matter anymore. As she held the door slightly ajar with one hand, the other slid down her body to start gently rubbing over her own sex. She could feel the heat of her body through the fabric, and knew that what she was watching was getting her wetter than she'd been for longer than she cared to remember...

God... it looks so much better than his fuck-brained father's... That thing could fill a girl right.

As Adam worked his dick with his hand, Julia slipped her own up under her t-shirt and started gently rubbing her fingers over her breasts. She could feel her nipples tightening, hard enough to peak through the material of her bra - as if the dampness her other hand could feel through her shorts wasn't enough of a clue about how she was reacting to the sight if her son on the bed.

Quickly, she stripped off her top completely, tossing it aside and dumping bra on top of it as fast as she possibly could. As she looked back through the gap around the door, her fingers went to work on the buttons of her cut-offs, and as soon as she could she slipped a hand inside.

That's it, baby. Work that cock for Mommy.

Licking her lips as she watched him do exactly that, she slipped her fingers past her panties and the bare skin beneath to the wet heat of her slit. Soon, both mother and son were stroking themselves in unison, biting their lips to keep any sounds of the pleasure they were giving themselves from escaping to alert the other about what they were doing.

Faster, honey. Stroke it faster... come on...

With his free hand, Adam shoved his t-short up his body, giving Julia a lovely view of his toned abs as he pumped his hips in time with his strokes. She knew what that meant, and licked her lips in anticipation. Sure enough, within a few more moments, her son's fist stopped, his back arching as a spurt of creamy cum shot out.

Holy... fuck!

Jet after jet of cum arced through the air as it flew from his swollen tip, spattering all over his belly in a display she'd never seen outside of a porn movie. For what seemed like forever, she stood in awe as he unloaded more sperm than she could have thought possible all over himself before finally relaxing in the wake of his orgasm.

Oh, my beautiful little boy... Mommy is impressed.

After watching the show her son had just put on, even if he didn't know it, Julia knew she had little choice about what she was going to do now. her body was on fire, screaming out for attention, and there was no way she was going to be able to deny herself. Carefully closing the bathroom door, she smiled to herself at the thought that she'd be giving Adam plenty of time to get himself cleaned up. Within seconds of the door closing, her shorts and panties hit the deck, and she perched herself on the toilet seat. Stroking her hands all over herself, she closed her eyes and pictured every single stroke she'd watched her son make over his cock.

As she started tweaking and playing with her hard nipples, her other hand flicked over her clit, drawing a little gasp of pleasure from her lips before she slid a finger deep into the slick heat between her legs.

He looked so good... Mommy's big boy now. God, such a huge load...

A second finger joined the first inside her pussy, sliding furiously in and out as she drove herself ever closer to her own climax. Images of her son jacking himself off flashed through her mind, and she revelled in the deliciously sinful sight of what he'd done.

Some girl is going to get very luck with that tasty-looking bit of meat...

And it was that thought, popping into her mind as she pushed a third finger deep into her cunt, that set her off. As her climax ripped through her, a moan of pure ecstasy forcing itself out as she bit her lip hard to keep from screaming, the image in her imagination wasn't her son jacking himself off - it was her, swallowing every drop of his cum as she sucked his cock as deep as it would go in her mouth.

"Mmmmmshit..." she muttered to herself softly after the last tremors of her violent orgasm faded away. "You dirty fucking bitch." She couldn't believe she'd let herself imagine what it would be like to suck her son's dick until he came in her mouth, but her soft smile at the results told her she was unlikely to regret it.

Feeling loose and limber after her little 'workout', Julia got to her feet and looked at the door. Her smile deepened as she thought about what was on the other side... then shook her head and sighed at her own behaviour. Heading for the shower, she dialled the water on and slipped under the stream.

-[::]-

A while later, she dropped the towel she'd been using into the basket and grabbed her t-shirt off of the floor. She slipped it on, followed by her underwear, and then looked at what was left as she tried to decide if it would be a better idea if she just stayed in here all night. It would be an uncomfortable experience, certainly, but definitely safer. That said, she'd worked that little blip out of her system, and the cold blast she'd finished her shower with had helped.

No, she could do this, and it beat making a big deal out of things. It also meant she wasn't going to have to try and explain to Adam why she'd locked herself in the bathroom - and if she could avoid that dose of awkward, so much the better.

Taking a deep breath, she opened the bathroom door and walked out, only to find that her attempts to get herself ready to just make like nothing had happened were totally pointless. Adam was still laid on the bed, sure, but with his eyes closed and his chest rising and falling in the slow, steady rhythm of sleep. There was also the fact that he was wearing nothing more than his boxers...

To be fair to him, it looked like he'd started out under the covers, but the lack of A/C meant that it was pretty warm in here and it was obvious that he'd kicked the sheets away from himself as he slept. The TV was still on, it's light flickering across him where he lay, and she had a very good view indeed of his toned body.

"Dammit..." she muttered quietly, turning away quickly and rubbing a hand over her face. "This is so not what I need right now."

Sighing, she looked back over her shoulder... and her gaze dropped almost immediately to the bulge in the front of her son's boxers. An image of what she'd watched him doing earlier popped into her head, and she blushed and looked quickly away again.

Come on, he's asleep. Just lay down, curl up, and do the same.

There was plenty of room on the bed for her to do just that, and with another breath to steady herself, she moved over and sat herself gently down on the mattress. For a while, that's all she did, sit, watching him sleep. She'd not done something like that for years, and it felt kind of... nice, just looking at her child and thinking of how nicely he'd grown.

Very nicely, in fact, and she had to remind herself that she wasn't supposed to be running her eyes over him like that.

He's out like a light... Not really a surprise, given that performance he put on. Her gaze dropped to his lap again, and saw that there was a definite stirring down there. Though it looks like not all of you is asleep, is it honey?

Shifting closer, she watched as what was under those boxers swelled just a little more. Licking her lips, she glanced up at Adam's face and smiled.

"What are you dreaming about, hmmm...?"

She should have backed off right there and then, turned her back on the whole thing and gone to sleep. She just... couldn't. A soft murmur from her son had her jerking back a bit, but nothing else happened. Unless she included the fact the head of his cock was now starting to peek out through the front of his boxers. Her breath caught at the sight, and her tongue flicked out to run over her lips once more.

Adam murmured again, and she was moving before she realised it. Rolling over, she lay down with her back to him and closed her eyes. Willing herself to go to sleep, she tried to blank her mind and let the fatigue of the day draw her down. After a while, however, she gave it up as a waste of time. She wasn't going to be able to drop off with this bubbling through her...

Julia rolled herself over to face her son, and didn't bother even trying to keep from looking at what was holding her attention. In the time she'd been trying to convince herself to sleep, Adam's shaft had swollen even more, and a good inch was laying outside the fabric of his boxers. Slowly, she reached out a hand and gently brushed her fingertips along skin of his abdomen, then looked up at his peaceful face.

Just stay like that, honey... Mommy just needs to...

Her fingers moved down his body, and he didn't stir at all - even when they skimmed down far enough for the tip of his shaft to brush over the back of her hand.You won't mind if I take a better feel, would you, baby?

Carefully, she ran a finger along the underside of his sex, loving the velvety feel of the skin and the way it swelled a touch more under her attention. She traced a line from base to tip, smiling to herself as he let out a soft sigh. For the next little while, she amused herself by teasing the warm length in front of her. Slowly, she worked her way further and further downwards, until she was softly caressing the bulge of his sack. Carefully, she cupped his balls in her palm and gave them a gentle squeeze.

Oh, baby... you got another load brewing in here, have you? Another soft squeeze and her son sighed again in his sleep. Good boy. Be a shame to waste it all, though, wouldn't it?

Thanks to her care and attention, he was totally stiff by now, and she could even make out a little glistening drop at his tip. Her mouth watered at the sight, and her lips parted as she very nearly let herself lick it up. Just about managing to control herself, she did something else instead. Wrapping her hand around him, she began to slowly stroke up and down his cock, feeling the hardness in her palm and enjoying every second of it.

Did you like it when you did this to yourself, honey? Hmm... of course you did. You made a good show of it, after all. And God... you feel so goooddd...

She squeezed gently, and Adam let out a low moan. She grinned at the sound, and went back to stroking.

What are you dreaming about, hmm? Is Mommy making you feel good?"

"Hmmm... Mom..."

Julia froze as her son muttered in his sleep, not quite believing what she'd just heard. Had he just...? Yeah, he had. And didn't that give her a warm glow deep inside. Her free hand drifted down between her legs once more, and it wasn't just inside her that she was getting hot. Carefully, she pushed the fabric of her underwear aside and started teasing a finger over the wetness she found there. As she stroked herself and her son, she listened to the quiet mutterings coming out of his mouth.

Pretty soon, she had a good idea of what was going through his sleeping mind, and there was no doubt at all that she had a starring role in what he was dreaming.

"Mom... hot ass..."

She felt her pulse quickening even further as she thought back to the way he'd been staring at her butt earlier on, and it didn't take much to guess what - who - he'd been thinking of when he'd jerked himself off whilst she was in the bathroom.

Dirty little boy... Playing with yourself whilst you think of Mommy? Good thing Mommy's feeling just as dirty tonight, isn't it?

"Uhh...Mom..."

"What is it, baby...?" she whispered.

"Want..."

"You want what, hmmm? This?"

With that, she finally let herself give in to temptation. Shifting her hold until his rigid cock stood upright, she ducked her head forward and took it into her mouth.

"Hmmmmom... take it..."

You'd better fucking believe it, kiddo.

For the first time in years, she savoured the taste and feel of a dick in her mouth, head bobbing slowly up and down as she sucked it in as deep as it would go. The fact it was her son's just seemed to add to the thrill, and the fingers probing her own pussy got wetter and wetter with every passing moment. Pushing herself as far as she could go, she felt the swollen head of Adam's sex pushing against the back of her throat and let out a hum of pleasure at the sensation.

That seemed to be just enough to set him off, and within moments his cock was twitching and pulsing in her mouth as he let out a loud groan. Julia had to swallow fast and hard as spurt after spurt of creamy cum hit the inside of her mouth, and when the rush was finally over she felt kind of proud of herself for not having let a single drop escape.

Adam started muttering again, and she realised with a start that he was shifting around a bit as well.

Fuck!

Suddenly aware of the fact her son was waking up with his dick in his mother's mouth, she quickly pulled her head away and rolled over onto her side, her back to him and eyes closed as she tried to fake being asleep. Behind her, she could hear him mumbling to himself, the shifts of his body making the mattress move as she lay totally still.

"What the fuck...?" he muttered to himself, and she couldn't help a smile. It seemed he'd just realised his dick was hanging out of his shorts, probably still mostly hard if what she'd watched earlier was anything to go by. The taste of his semen coated her mouth, and she ran her tongue over her lips to make sure every last hint of his load was scooped up. She heard a sharp intake of breath from her son, and grinned to herself when she figure out why - her move away from him had driven her top halfway up her back, and the light from the TV was no doubt giving him a perfect view of the way her panties stretched across her ass.

Enjoying the view, honey? I know I did...

With a click, the TV turned off, plunging the room into darkness, and Julia felt Adam settling himself back on the bed. For a moment, she felt his breath on the back of her neck, and a shiver ran through her.

Yes... come to mommy, baby...

But he didn't. A few more minutes passed, and she listened to his breathing as it finally slowed. She tried not to feel disappointed that he'd gone back to sleep. It was what she wanted him to do, after all... wasn't it? The tension inside her, the orgasm denied when he'd woken, told her quite firmly that was a load of crap. Son or not, her body wanted that cock, and was making it very clear that if her brain didn't get with the program she was going to regret it.

Sighing, she wrapped her arms around her body and resigned herself to a very long night.

-[::]-

Julia was woken by a movement on the other side of the bed, and she blinked groggily as she tried to figure out what was going on. As her brain kicked into gear, she found herself a bit surprised that she'd actually fallen asleep, given that the tension that had built up inside her last night was still there. Lifting her head, she watched as Adam made his way quietly toward the bathroom.

"Morning."

He froze at the sound of her voice, and flushed a deep red before sending a furtive glance her way. She gave him a smile as she rolled onto her back and stretched. With her arms over her head the way they were, he was being given a great view of her body as she lay on the bed - and her smile widened when she saw his eyes locked on her.

"Sleep well?"

He mumbled something and nodded, then ducked through the door into the bathroom without a backward look. Julia chuckled to herself and tucked her hands behind her head, looking up at the ceiling as she thought about the day before. Sure, it had sucked on a whole number of levels, but all in all it could have ended a whole lot worse.

"Shit, did I really do that...?"

Her whispered question to herself was fairly pointless, as she knew quite well that she had. Now she just had to decide what she was going to do about it. The best thing would probably be to forget it had happened, pretend that the night had been totally uneventful and uninteresting. She wasn't sure if she was going to be able to actually do it, however. The feelings her son had provoked inside her were just too strong to ignore right now...

With a muttered curse, she got to her feet and started stripping her top and underwear off. The morning was cool at the moment, but the lack of A/C during the night meant that what she'd worn to bed was certainly not something she wanted to still have against her skin. A shower would have been nice as well, but given that Adam was in the bathroom, she'd have to hold off on that one. Moving quickly, as she had no idea how long her son was going to be in there, she pulled a robe out of the drawer and shrugged into it, tying the belt loosely. That done, she sat herself down on the bed again and thought.

When the bathroom door opened a few minutes later, she'd put some clothes on the bed for her son, and tried to pay as little attention as possible to him as he emerged into the bedroom. Since he was still wearing only his boxers, however, that was far easier said than done. Whilst he'd been in there, she'd finally decided that as long as he didn't mention it, she'd be fine. If he did... she didn't think she'd be able to do anything but tell him the truth and let things play out as they would.

She distracted herself by rummaging around in her purse, leaving him to make his way over to grab the clothes she'd picked out for him, and finally found what she was looking for. She pulled the little packet out, and popped one of the pills she'd been taking every day like clockwork since he was born into her hand.

"Uh... Mom?"

Since she'd just put the pill in her mouth, the best she could manage was "Hmmm?"

"I'm, ah, sorry if I kept you awake or anything last night."

He had, but that was mostly her own damned fault and she wasn't going to blame him for it. She shook her head and swallowed as she dropped the pack back into her purse. "No, it's fine. Now, go get yourself dressed."

"Yeah... probably a good idea. Wouldn't want anyone peeking through the window to get the wrong idea."

Julia laughed and nodded. "Hmm, you may be right. Though they'd have gotten a better show last-"

She cut herself off, but it was too late. There was no way she'd meant to say that, and the way her son was looking at her told her far too clearly that he knew exactly what she was talking about.

Shit...

"Umm..."

Julia shrugged uncomfortably, trying to figure out if there was any way at all she could get them both past this little... well, fuck up was one was of putting it. "Uh, yeah... I kind of saw what you did. Sorry."

"Shit," he sighed, looking thoroughly embarrassed. "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have-"

"Adam, honey, stop talking. It happened, okay. I wasn't going to say anything, so let's just... forget it."

He nodded, an almost pathetically grateful look on his face as he grabbed his clothes and made for the bathroom again. As he moved, Julia bit her lip from asking a question that was suddenly burning in her mind, but ultimately her willpower just wasn't strong enough.

"Who were you thinking of?" Her son froze at the bathroom door, saying nothing as he just stood there with his back to her. "Come on," she said after a few seconds, "Whoever it was, you obviously enjoyed yourself."

Adam stayed silent, and Julia got to her feet and moved to stand behind him. This silent routine was getting very old, very quickly.

"Adam, I asked you a question. After what I heard you muttering to yourself last night, I deserve an answer at the very least."

She watched as her son twitched at her mention of the night before. She found herself enjoying this really quite a lot, and leant forward to whisper softly in his ear, a malicious smile on her lips.

"Tell me, honey... was it my ass that me you come like that?"

Suddenly, she realised that there were tears of shame running down his cheeks, and her playful mood vanished in an instant. Taking hold of his arm, she pulled him gently around until he was facing her, then wrapped her arms around him in a hug.

"Shit, honey, I'm sorry. I shouldn't be cruel." She carried on murmuring soft reassurances, stroking his back and hoping she'd be able to make him believe that she was sorry for what she'd said. She needed to make sure he knew that she didn't mind that he'd fantasised about her whilst jacking himself off - well, she did, sort of, but not in the way she probably should. "It's okay, baby. I'm not mad. It's just... not something I'd imagined you'd do."

She heard a nervous little laugh escape him, and she gave him a smile.

"Are you kidding?" he asked, "Half my team think of you like that. Kinda pisses me off some, but I can't say I blame them."

"Oh really? You don't get pissed off that your team-mates jerk themselves off over your mother? Why the fuck not?"

The indignation in Julia's tone was totally fake. The idea of having a bunch of guys like her son's team thinking of her that way gave her a thrill - and her grin when she asked him made it pretty clear that she wasn't anywhere near upset.

"Mom... seriously. Do you not know how hot you are?"

She sighed, pulling away and taking a few steps across the room as she wrapped her arms around herself. "Really? Then why does your father insist on picking up any slut who throws herself at him? If I'm so damned good a catch, why?"

Adam sighed, looking at his feet as he thought about his answer. "Because he's a prick?"

Julia couldn't stop the bark of laughter her son's words provoked. Shaking her head, she brushed away a tear that had welled up as she thought about what the asshole had dropped on her yesterday. She felt Adam put a hand on her shoulder, and she looked back at him. "Yeah, that's probably it."

"You never said..." he started, then seemed to change his mind. "You okay?"

"I think... I will be. Thanks." Julia laid a hand on his and smiled. "Besides, he may have gotten to spend the night with his latest whore, but I got a very nice young man to share a bed with me."

Adam flushed again, and she laughed. "What? I'm not allowed to think you're a cutie too?"

"Mom!"

She hugged him again, laughing at the plaintive tone of his voice. They stood like that for a while, arms around each other and taking comfort just in each other's presence. At some point during the silence, Julia decided that she had to come clean. He deserved to know.

"Adam, I need to tell you something..."

"What?" he asked, frowning down at her. He was only a couple of inches taller than her, but it was enough for her to feel small right now.

"When I said I heard you last night...? I..." She took a deep breath and looked him straight in the eye as she plunged on. "It's kind of my fault. I knew you were looking at me when I was sorting out the TV, and after I came out of the bathroom... Well..."

"I... I had a dream, but I'm really not going to tell you what it was."

"Honestly honey, I don't think you need to. It, well, it wasn't a dream." She sighed and stepped away. "I couldn't help myself, I'm sorry. It's just been so fucking long, and you were laying there, all inviting and...

"Wait. You... Are you telling me you-"

"Sucked you off whilst you were sleeping?" Julia sighed again and gave him a little shrug. "Yeah. I did."

Her son stared at her in shock, and she wrapped her arms around herself again. "I'll get somewhere for you to stay, somewhere different from me, okay? You don't need to stay here, and if you want to have nothing else to do with me, I guess I can understand. Hell, you can even go back to stay with your father, I guess, just..." She wound to a halt, and looked at him, nervous as hell about what his reaction was going to be. "Say something? Please?"

For a long while, he didn't. Instead, he just looked at her in silence, but eventually he cleared his throat and answered her.

"I felt like shit for what kept popping into my head, you know? You've always been the most beautiful woman in the world to me, Mom, and I know that you've been hurting over what Dad's been like." He sat himself down on the end of the bed, and she watched him in silence with an odd little bubble of feeling welling up inside her as she listened to what he was saying. "I guess I'm trying to say that if it made you feel better, then I certainly have no problem with it. Hell, I just wish I'd been awake so I could enjoy it properly."

His crooked grin made her smile, her eyes misting up again as he looked at her with... was it love? It had been so long since she'd seen that look aimed her way that she'd forgotten what it was like. "Oh, Adam..." she sighed, and within moments he was holding her in his arms as she cried. The best she might have hoped for was that he'd just shrug it off, but to have him look at her that way, hold her like he was... it was all too much and she couldn't hold back the tears. After a while, she felt him move, and then he was putting a little distance between them and holding up a tissue that he must have grabbed from her purse. She took it with a smile, managing a weak laugh and setting about trying to wipe the wetness away from her face.

Adam just stood and let her do what she had to, and when she was about as done as she was going to get, she tossed the tissue aside and retrieved another. Gently, she started wiping at where tears had soaked the skin of his chest. "Sorry. That was..."

"Fine. You looked like you needed it."

"I guess I did," she said softly, then leant forward to brush a kiss over his cheek. "Thanks." She didn't pull away immediately, mother and son looking into each other's eyes from only a few inches apart. Slowly, she leant forward again, this time to press her lips against his. He didn't object, and she lost herself for a moment in the contact. When she finally did move away, he caught her hand to stop her. When she looked down, he gave her hand a gentle squeeze and smiled.

That smile sent a shimmer through her, and she had to bite her lip to try keep from tearing up again. Right now, she didn't feel like she was looking at her son, and what was in his eyes told her he felt pretty much the same thing. Her mouth went dry again, and she had to swallow as a decision came together in her mind. If this was what she had, here and now, then she'd take it.

"You know..." she said softly. "You don't have to be asleep."

Adam blinked, a look of puzzlement being rapidly replaced by a widening of the eyes as he realised what she meant.

"Mom, no... you don't have to-"

"No." Her interruption was firm, but not harsh. She was just making sure he knew exactly where she stood on the matter. "I don't have to."

Taking her hand from his, she put both of them to the belt of her robe, quickly untying it and shrugging the whole thing off to leave herself naked in front of him. His sharp intake of breath brought a grin to her lips, and she stepped forward to rest her hands on his shoulders. It took a few moments for him to get his eyes to rise as high as her face, and she could almost feel the way they traced over her skin.

"Enjoying the view?"

He swallowed hard and nodded, drawing a hum of pleasure from her as she pushed at his shoulders. Looking like he was in a kind of daze, he let himself be manoeuvred back toward the bed, and Julia giggled as his legs hit the frame and he fell backward. As he cursed, she all but leapt on top of him, pinning him to the mattress.

"Language, young man."

He grinned cheekily up at her, his hands coming to rest on her bare hips. Returning his smile, she pressed her lips to his once more. This time, there was no hint of this being mother and son, lips parting at once as their tongues met. Julia let out a low moan as her son's hands started running up her back, and she murmured encouragement into his mouth as they slipped down to cup her breasts.

When she came up for air, she sighed with pleasure as his hands teased the stiff nipples. Every tweak and stroke sent a ripple of heat straight down between her legs, and that only got more intense when he sat upright, his strength quite capable of lifting her with him until she was sat straddling his lap. Her head fell to one side as he planted a line of feathery kisses down the side of her neck on his way to suck one of her tight peaks into his mouth.

"Oh, honey... Been a long time since you did that." She felt his laugh against her skin, and ran her hand through his hair as he tugged at her sensitive flesh with his teeth. "Hmmm... You never did it like that, though..."

"I've learned a few tricks since then."

"Oh my gorgeous boy, you certainly have. Now," she said, her tone sharpening as she pulled his mouth back to her body. "Shut up and get on with it."

Another laugh muffled itself against the flesh of her breast, and his hands moved to squeeze her ass. Holding him close, Julia sighed in pleasure as her son's touch made her body sing. She moved her hips, grinding herself against the stiffness she could feel inside his boxers as he carried on suckling at her breast. The friction of her body against his was reawakening the tension that had been left over from the night before, and she knew that her building wetness was going to soak his underwear if she carried this on much longer.

Given what he was doing to her, she honestly didn't give a shit.

With a certain amount of reluctance, she pulled herself away and tilted his head up to look at her.

"You want to do this?"

"Mom," he answered dryly, "Seeing you in a swimsuit gave me my first erection. What do you think?"

"Did it really...? Naughty boy. Just for that, you don't get to play with my tits anymore." She slid herself off of his lap, laughing at the sudden look of worry on his face. Instead of reassuring him with words, however, she nudged his legs apart and knelt between them. With quick, sure movements, she freed his stiff cock from his boxers and gave it a quick couple of strokes. "Ah yes, just like last night... only this time I get to do it properly."

"Do whaooohhshit!"

His question turned into a groan as Julia took her son's manhood into her mouth. Sucking him deep, she pressed her tongue up against his hard shaft as she bobbed her head slowly up and down. Every time she took him all the way in, she felt the blonde hair at his base tickling her nose, and he gasped as he felt her giggling with a mouthful of his dick. She hummed softly in approval as his hands came to the back of her head and he started pushing his hips up to meet her every time her lips moved back down his length. The idea of her son fucking her mouth was deliciously sinful, and she ruthlessly crushed any doubts about the fact she was letting him. If things went the way her body wanted, it wasn't just her mouth that he was going to be feeding that lovely piece of meat into...

"Shit... Mom, I'm gonna-"

She pulled her head away from him, snapping out a sharp "No!" She didn't want him cumming in her mouth, but from the look on his face that's not what he thought she meant. She smiled up at him, trying for a bit of reassurance as she got to her feet again. "Sorry, honey. Didn't mean to snap at you like that."

"It's, ah... fine."

"Darling boy... No, I just want you to shoot that big load you've got somewhere different this time. I got a good taste of it last night, after all."

Adam blushed again at the reminder of what she'd done to him during the night, and she laughed at the ease with which she could make him turn red. Putting a hand on his shoulder, she gave him a gentle nudge, and he obediently lay back down. She climbed up onto the bed and swung a leg over him. Reaching down, she took hold of his shaft and lined it up with the soaking heat that waited for him.

"Last chance, kiddo," she told him, suddenly more serious than she'd been so far. This was a line that they could never un-cross, and if he wasn't sure he wanted it she wasn't going to go even a hair further. Her son's hands came to rest on her hips once again, and the soft pressure he started applying gave her all the answer she needed - if he had any doubts he wouldn't be pulling her down onto him.

"Mommy's big boy..."

She lowered herself down, pressing the swollen end of him against the entrance to her sex. A little more pressure, and he slipped inside, filling her inch by inch as she took him inside herself. For the first time in years, her pussy was filled, gripping tightly around what it was meant to hold. The fact it was her son's cock buried to the hilt inside her didn't matter - she had a man inside her, one she loved dearly, and when she started rocking her hips the feeling of him sliding deep inside her brought tears to her eyes yet again.

"Mom...?" whispered, naked concern in his voice, and she smiled softly down at him as she tenderly stroked his cheek.

"It's okay, honey. God, it's so much more than okay..."

She put a hand down over her slit, spreading her fingers so that she could feel him move past her fingers as he slid in and out of her. There was only a couple of inches of movement each time, but it was enough for her right now. The way he moved his hips to match the rocking of her own came without words, both of them moving in harmony as they took pleasure in the moment.

"Fuck, honey.." she muttered, "You're good at this."

"Thanks. I've had a lot of incentive to learn."

Julia looked down at her son with a puzzled expression, pausing in her movements as she silently waited for some sort of explanation. He laughed, lifting a hand from her waist to rest it between her breasts.

"I always dreamed of this, Mom. I never thought it would happen, but on the off-chance it did..."

She put her free hand over his, holding it over her heart and had to felt a tear roll down her cheek. Gripping him as tightly as she could with the walls of her cunt, she started moving again, pushing herself down to take him as deep as he'd go.

"Thank you."

His expression sobered as she whispered to him, and the hand she wasn't holding against herself came to her face to brush away the tear. Slowly, she leant forward, bracing herself with the hand that had been between her legs as she kissed him deeply, a silent expression of gratitude for what he was giving her. When their lips parted, her mouth twisted into an almost shy smile.

"Gorgeous boy... I never should have kept myself blind. You were always there for me."

"I love you."

Three simple words, but they carried so much. He didn't even need to say them, what he felt laying bare in his eyes when he looked at her, and she swallowed hard past a sudden lump in her throat.

"I want you."

"I hate to break this to you, Mom, but you've got me."

"No, idiot," she laughed, loving the playful way he answered her back. "I want you to make me forget everything but you and me."

After a moment, a flicker of understanding crossed his face, and that was all the warning she got. With a lightning move, he put an arm around her and twisted, flipping her onto her back and letting his weight pin her to the bed. The move drove him even deeper into her, dragging a moan of pleasure from her lips. Her hands fell limply to the mattress, but he kept the one he had on her chest he kept in place as he braced himself over her and pulled himself almost totally out of her - then drove home again hard.

"Shit! Yes! Ohgodyes..."

Holding himself over her like this, Adam was able to put a lot more force behind his thrusts, and every time he slammed home in her pussy her breasts bounced in sympathy. Julia's hands fisted into the sheets under her, her back arching toward her son as he fucked her with an intensity born of a very long wait for what he wanted.

Her breath started coming in gasps, and in a flash her body erupted. Her inner walls clenched tight on her son's pounding cock, every nerve lighting up as she shook under the onslaught of the storm of ecstasy that ripped through her. As it started to fade, she gulped air into her lungs, and not a moment too soon - another orgasm tore through her and nearly blew her mind to pieces as a cry of release forced itself out of her throat.

"Fuck!"

Adam's voice was strained as he cursed, and he went rigid over her, his shaft buried inside her as it started pulsing and twitching. The feeling of him emptying himself inside her, jet after jet filling her more than his cock on it's own ever could, had Julia climaxing savagely for the third time.

When she finally came back to herself, her son was laying beside her, holding her close so that her head rested on his chest. With a quiet murmur, she closed her eyes and revelled in the feeling of his hand stroking her hair.

"You okay?"

"Hmmmm?"

"You seemed kind of, I don't know, out of it for a while."

Lifting her head, she propped herself up and gave him an dry look. "I wonder why. Have you any idea how long it's been since I last came like that? Playing with myself just doesn't have the same... impact."

He flushed again, and she laughed in honest wonder.

"Seriously? You just screwed your mother to three of the best orgasms she's ever had, and you blush at the idea she plays with herself?" She shook her head as he shrugged, and she quickly wrapped her arms around him and held him tight. "Thank you, honey."

"Believe me, Mom, you are more than welcome."

They shared a laugh, sharing tender touches as they basked in the warm afterglow of their lovemaking... until the sound of a phone broke the stillness. After a moment, Julia recognised it as hers, and reluctantly pulled herself away from her son, standing and walking over to grab the annoying little device from where it sat on the drawers. As soon as she saw who was calling, she swore bitterly and stabbed the cancel button. Within seconds, however, it was ringing again, and she answered the call with a sharp "What?"

She listened in silence as her husband, the biggest waste of skin she'd ever encountered, spoke to her in an infuriatingly calm tone. When he finished, she stayed silent for a few seconds, then finally responded.

"So, let me get this straight. Your little whore grew a brain and left you high and dry, and now you want me to come home and play happy families again?"

She listened with a depressing lack of surprise as he agreed that was, basically, why he'd called. Turning toward the bed, and her son laying on it with a sad expression on his face, she reached down to touch the inside of her thigh and feel the wetness left in the wake of how she'd spent the morning so far.

"You might like to know I'm currently standing here, looking at the cutest young man I've ever known - and I can feel his cum running down my legs after the glorious fucking he just gave me." Adam smirked at that, rolling his eyes as she grinned at him. "You, on the other hand, will never get your hands on anything of mine again until the divorce papers hit you in the face. Call me again and I'll have them delivered by the biggest black guy I can hire to rape you in the ass."

Ending the call, she dropped the phone back onto the drawers and wandered back to the bed.

"Lemme guess... Dad?"

"What was your first clue?"

He shrugged again, obvious pride in what she'd done shining out of him. As she looked down at him, laying on the bed and bringing her comfort just be being there, she knew the love she'd had for since he was born had changed into something very different - and she wouldn't have changed that for worlds.

Lifting one leg, she rested a foot on the bed and gave her son an arch look as she pointed to the wetness that had leaked out of her.

"Now, what do we do when we make a mess, young man?"

"Clean it up?" he replied with a slow smile that Julia answered with an inviting one of her own.

"Damned right. Get over here and get licking."