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I was as shocked as her. I didn't know what to do. My mom and I were now legally married....in Canada. Yet she was still legally married to my dad....in America. What a mess to sort out!

We heard the crunch of gravel as Cliff pulled into the driveway from work. I kneeled down and palmed my mom's face in my hands.

"Listen, Mom. Give me all these pictures and the marriage license and I will hide them in my room."

Coming to her senses, she agreed. "Good idea, Dylan." We quickly collected all of the evidence of our incestuous marriage. She stopped me as I began to exit the room.

"And don't say anything to your dad. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever!"

I rushed down the stairs and into my room just as Cliff came through the door. I hid the evidence under my bed and then laid out on my mattress.

Wow! What a turn of events. I was now a married man. Married to my mom who I had lusted after for years and years. All kinds of provocative thoughts began to run through my head. Thoughts only a married man should think. This was going to be fun!Dylan drove his mom north across the border for their scheduled showings with their real estate business in Canada. A few days ago they had discovered that they were now legally married in Canada. A surprise vow ceremony had accidentally taken their casual pretend marriage scheme to an entirely new legal level. Julie was still married to Dylan's dad Cliff of 20+ years in the states, but now she had another husband on the side in Canada.

After the surprise legal wedding to her son, Julie had little time to process the new development. She was quite disturbed and worried. During the drive, her mind was spinning as the true consequences of their last trip to Canada became evident. She didn't know how to even begin to untangle the mess she found herself in. Before she could make plans though, the urgent needs of their business required her attention.

As they arrived at their first appointment, they were both a bit excited to hopefully acquire the lucrative listing. Julie's stylish high heels clicked on the hard surface as she approached the grand entrance of the small mansion. She had continued to dress more fashionable and provocative as their business income had increased. Neither Dylan or Julie were naive to the fact that both of their attractive features were a significant factor in securing appointments like this one.

Today Julie wore a short skirt ending about mid-thigh. It was almost a mini skirt. Her matching crop suit jacket moved the outfit from scandalous to professional. Black 4-inch heels and fitted tank brought the whole outfit together. As usual, her beautiful hair and makeup, including the confident way she handled herself, helped produce the complete package. She certainly looked sexy, but with a serious touch of class.

The mom and son team had become very skilled in meeting new clients, especially couples, connecting with them and making them feel comfortable. The two were naturally at ease with one another. Though legally married now for only days, they had obviously known each other Dylan's entire life. Their pretend marriage in recent months had fine-tuned how they connected with each other in public. Recently they had added some subtle public displays of affection to support their fabricated marital relationship.

As they walked around with the older couple, Julie was her normal dynamic self. Almost strutting around on the marble floors, she shared how impressed she was with their house while also making strategic suggestions. The clients soon were very impressed. Dylan watched the eyes of the man watch his mom's sultry hips sway side to side, her bubble butt tight against her stretched skirt. With each step, her curvy hips pulsating rhythmically in beat with her high heels.

The two couples shared a light lunch together. Having become an expert in the numbers, Dylan also satisfied their need for information and a feeling of confidence in their abilities. Soon they were out the door, celebrating in the car over another profitable listing acquired. Forgetting their recent marriage troubles, Julie gushed with praise to her son.

"Wow, Dylan! You really blew them away with your analysis. When you mentioned how the Johnson Group had messed up their neighbor's listing, you really sealed the deal for us!"

Julie had her legs crossed, her mini skirt high on her thighs, leaning provocatively toward her son next to her in the driver's seat.

"Thanks, Mom," Dylan replied. "But you sealed the deal the way you connected with the wife, making her feel like you were sisters!"

They moved on to their next appointment, an open house that was meant to start in an hour. After making some last-minute staging changes, Julie pulled off her high heels, took off her suit jacket, and laid on the couch. As had become their tradition, Dylan sat down with her and began rubbing her feet, sore from her sexy high heels.

"Aaaahhh," Julie immediately responded. "That feels so good, Dylan. Thank you!"

Dylan gazed at his mom's gorgeous body, her entire legs almost uncovered. The shadowy slit between her legs barely disappeared under her skirt, causing Dylan's cock to begin to swell. Her jacket now off, a small band of her firm tummy was exposed between her skirt and tank top. A tasteful amount of cleavage spilled out of her tank as well, her chest rising and falling with Dylan's pleasurable touch.

"Mmmmm," she continued. "You've gotten so good at that, Son."

"Well, I'd better, now that I'm officially your husband!" Dylan declared.

Dylan's comment caused Julie's mind to return to her awful predicament. She was now legally married to her son. What was she going to do? She was also still married to her husband Cliff. What a mess! She needed to figure it out soon.

"Mmmmm," vibrated from Julie's throat, her mind soon returning to the pleasurable massage. Dylan moved his hands up and began rubbing her calves.

"Does our new legal status come with any new special benefits?" Dylan prodded mischievously.

"Special benefits? What do you mean?" Julie responded innocently. "Like healthcare?" Her son wasn't sure if she was joking or being serious.

"No," Dylan continued, speaking more slowly, "speeecial beeeenefits," he repeated, while moving his hands up her naked thighs. "You know, like friends with special benefits." Julie swatted his hands back off her legs.

"Oh!" acknowledgement showed on her face. "No Dylan! Of course not!" she answered quickly. "Just because we are legally married doesn't change the fact that I'm still your mom!"

Somewhat disappointed, Dylan continued rubbing his mom's calves.

"Mmmmm....aaaahh," Julie purred.

Dylan once again moved his hands north of her knees.

"Well at least let me give you a proper leg massage. Now that we're married, touching the sexy legs of my legal wife is certainly allowed," he said, trying to persuade his mom.

Julie remained silent, as her son began rubbing her thighs under her watchful eye. She had become accustomed to Dylan's mischievous attempts to gain access to her body. She was ready at any moment to put a stop to his forward advances. Still, she couldn't help but grin a little, enjoying her son's playful and forward attention which always made her feel appreciated. She laid her head back and closed her eyes.

"Aaaaaah," Julie softly moaned. Dylan's hands slid beneath her legs, kneading her tight hamstrings. With her eyes closed, his hands moved further up her thighs. He began cupping the inside of her legs, getting dangerously close to the edge of her skirt.

"That's far enough, Son!" Julie warned, her eyes now wide open.

Dylan playfully looked up at her, his hands resting on her bare thighs. "Son? I'm not your son anymore. I'm your husband," a big rehearsed smile formed on his face as he playfully teased his mother.

"OK, Husband," Julie admitted. "Still, that's far enough. And get that stupid grin off your face!" she pleaded, her own expression revealing her enjoyment of the conversation.

"As soon as you get that stupid grin off your face!" Dylan countered, continuing to massage her inner thighs. "One of the reasons we got married was so we could enjoy one another. Aren't you enjoying this, Mom? Now lean back and relax. You can trust me."

Despite her better judgment, Julie leaned her head back and closed her eyes once again. Her pulse quickened as she felt her son continue to gently massage her legs, only inches from her crotch. Her skirt was now hiding only a small portion of her legs and Dylan was taking full advantage of it.

Julie had to admit to herself that it certainly did feel good. Her conscious mind knew her son's advances were wrong, yet a still small voice was almost rooting him on, willing him to touch more of her exposed flesh. All the recent stress seemed to diminish as she allowed her new Canadian husband to please her. Yet she also kept her hands ready to grab his wrists should he push his luck.

Dylan began to apply faint pressure to her inner thighs, subtly opening space between his mom's legs. He continued his massage, stretching them further apart. He began to see a glimpse of her black panties enveloped around her shaved pussy. Had they been any other color, Dylan might have been able to perceive that part of her panties were now moist with her stimulated juices.

"Mmmmmm, that feels so good, Dylan." Julie continued to relax, feeling comfortable in her son's hands. It was easier for her to enjoy herself in the moment than to put forth the effort to resist. Being with her son had always been an escape from the often challenging realities of her life.

Dylan put both hands around her left thigh, massaging up and down, slightly pushing her skirt up further each time.

"Aaaaaaah," Julie continued in subtle encouragement, oblivious to the fact that her skirt was now almost up to her hips.

Dylan moved his hands to her other thigh, giving it the same treatment.

"Your legs feel so good in my hands. A perfect fit, Mom," Dylan commented.

As her legs received their special treatment, Julie had to agree with her son's comments. It seemed their bodies, as well as their personalities, were designed for one another. What was she so concerned about? Maybe she should be more willing to embrace their new relationship.

Suddenly, something changed. "What the hell?" Julie blurted out, her eyes wide open.

Dylan's fingers had bumped into his mom's pussy, evidenced by the cool sensation of her light juices on his index finger.

"Dylan! That's way too far! Get your hand out of there!" she demanded.

Ignoring her command, Dylan continued his massage, his strong hands preventing his mom from scooting further away. He had his mom right where he wanted her. Despite her efforts to pull her skirt down, her ass had it pinned to the couch. Her hands were no match for Dylan's strength, her resistance only providing more arousal to her son's movements. Dylan's hands continued rubbing her inner thigh, his index finger now pressing into her moist thong fabric almost with every stroke.

"Oooh, aaaaah," Julie moaned, unable to hold it in. "Dylan, st-stop it! Dylan, I'm your moth--aaahhh, ooooh, Dylan, I'm your mother!"

"Not anymore," Dylan corrected. "Remember Mom, now you're my legal wife. Just relax and enjoy what your new husband is doing to you."

But she couldn't relax. Her privates did not belong to him. He couldn't just touch her like that. This was humiliating.

"Dylan!" she pleaded. "Dylan, I'm serious. Stop that-aaaahh, uhhh, oh Dylan. God! That feels so good," Julie's arousal was intensifying. "Aaaaaah. Stop that!"

Dylan began to gently curl his hands around each thigh, his index finger pushing between her pussy lips, coming in contact with her clitoris.

"No more Dylan! We shouldn't be doing this! Stop touching meee....oooohhhhh, aaaaaah," Dylan's mom screamed.

Her hands were locked on her son's wrist, attempting to prevent him from bringing her closer to an orgasm. She would never forgive herself if she allowed herself to be pleasured like that from her son.

"Shit!" she blurted. Julie rarely cursed. The profanity exposed the conflict she was experiencing. Her mind was angry with her son and anxious for him to end his incestuous advances. But her body's pleasure button was urging her on for more.

"Shit Dylan! You have to stop. You have to...aaaaaahhhhhh. Oh God, that feels good! Shit Dylan!"

Suddenly, they heard a car door slam and realized that people had started to show up for the Open House. Julie quickly rolled off the couch out of the grasp of Dylan's hands, and ran to the bathroom, grabbing her heels from the floor. Dylan strolled over to the front door, adjusted his swollen cock in his pants, and began welcoming potential buyers. Eventually Julie emerged from the bathroom, her cheeks flushed, and began greeting them as well.

Several hours later, they shut down the Open House, and began driving to check on a final listing that had been unsuccessful in selling. Now alone, a heavy tension settled into the car. Eventually Julie brought up her son's recent brazen assault on her body.

"Dylan, back there, when you were rubbing my legs. What the hell were you doing? That was not OK. That can't happen again. Do you understand?" she asked in a serious tone.

"What are you talking about, Mom? What was I doing that was so wrong?" he asked sarcastically.

"You know well enough what you were doing!" Julie replied, successful in not breaking her resolute expression. She could see that her son wanted to joke about it, but she knew she needed to make her point.

"No I don't!" Dylan continued to play with his mom. "What was I doing that was so wrong?"

"You were touching my privates!" Julie announced.

"Your privates!? What are you? 10-years old?" Dylan said, mocking his mom.

"What do you want me to call it, Son? My pussy? You're such a pervert," she declared, the corners of her mouth beginning to curl up. Julie was committed to not giving in to her son's antics.

"Oh! You mean I was touching your pussy! Is that what it's called? Isn't that what a good husband is supposed to do?" Dylan asked wickedly.

"You're my son, Dylan, not my husband!" she argued. "You should not be touching your mother's pussy!"

"Well, according to the great commonwealth of Canada, I certainly am your husband. In fact, I did a little research. As long as we are in Canada, your marriage to me trumps your marriage to Dad. You can't be married to 2 people at the same time."

"What are you even talking about?" Julie asked, curious about her son's point.

"I'm just saying that right now you are only married to me, not Dad. Anything that we do together is perfectly moral. You're my wife and I'm your husband, simple as that."

"Ya, but it is still wrong for you to touch your mother like that. Both of us know that it is wrong," Julie persisted.

"Sure," Dylan agreed, "but technically, it's not like it's adultery or anything."

"Adultery!" Julie shouted in the car, disbelieving they were even talking about it. "Get your mind out of the gutter. We are never going to go that far Dylan! And you are never going to touch me like that again!"

"I know, I know, Mom. Geez! Remember, I'm a gentleman. But even a gentleman knows how to take care of their lady," Dylan explained, trying to calm her down.

He couldn't resist taking one more stab at her. "That's why I was touching your pussy today, Mom. I was just taking good care of my wife."

"Gross!" Julie immediately responded, doing her best to fake her disgust. Yet she knew she had been getting close to an intense orgasm.

"You can say whatever you want, Mom," Dylan responded. "But your body wasn't thinking it was gross when you moaned how good it felt!"

Julie's cheeks flushed red, embarrassed that her son was also aware of how stimulated she had been. As she remembered how his soft touch had awakened her sexual desires, her heartbeat began to race. She began to ponder how alive she now felt around her son, how young and vibrant. She was beginning to enjoy her new marriage. The marriage she always wished she would have had. But she knew it could not continue. It was wrong.

"What a mess this situation has become," she declared. "Dylan, what the hell are we going to do?" Julie knew she had to figure out a solution before things got out of hand. Her rarely used profanity exposing her concern.

"About what?" Dylan responded as they drove down the city streets.

"About our new legal marriage relationship? We have to fix this!" she demanded.

Suddenly Julie's cell phone began to vibrate and she answered it. It was their attorney friend helping them with their business. Julie put her on speaker phone.

"Hey Julie and Dylan! I just got word that your LLP has been fully approved by the government of Canada. All the paperwork is done and filed away in your names!"

"Wow, thanks so much. That was quick," Julie replied, suddenly less pleased with her attorney's elite work ethic. This new development only complicated things.

"There's just one more thing I need from you."

"What's that?" Julie asked.

"An address. I need to know where you live. It has to be part of the official record."

Thinking quickly, Dylan responded into the speaker phone, "We'll get back to you on that one. We want to decide whether we use our personal residence or business address."

"Good thinking, Dylan," the attorney responded. "Can you let me know in a few days?"

"Sure. Talk to you later," Julie replied, hanging up the phone.

"Shit!" Julie said, even more defeated than before. Her continued use of coarse language was an indicator of her deep despair.

"I'm sorry I got you into this mess, Mom." Dylan did his best to comfort her, though inside he was more than pleased. He loved being married to his mom and hoped it would never end.

"So what are our options now?" Dylan wondered out loud.

"I suppose we could go to the courthouse and annul our marriage," his mom suggested. "We would also need to work with our attorney and undo our new LLP business paperwork," she explained.

"Won't that destroy any chance of doing real estate in Canada?" Dylan asked.

"Most certainly!" Julie answered, disappointment evident in her tone. "But that's simply what we have to do."

"What about Dad? What do we tell him?" Dylan questioned.

"Nothing, absolutely nothing!" Julie responded immediately, as her heartbeat began to race again. She had forgotten about that detail. The last thing she wanted was to allow any long-term negative impact on her marriage to Cliff.

"I know that, Mom!" Dylan agreed. "We won't tell him about our annulled marriage. But what about our real estate business? He knows how much you love it. It's been your lifelong dream. He would certainly be confused why you suddenly quit."

Her son Dylan made an excellent point. So far her special arrangement with her son had not required her to lie to her husband. Sure, she had manipulated the truth a few times, but nothing that she truly regretted. Picturing how Cliff would respond, she didn't see any explanation that would satisfy him that wasn't a complete lie.

As Julie remained silent in thought, Dylan continued, "Or we could just tell Dad the truth? Wouldn't he understand?"

"God, no!" Julie blurted. "I couldn't do that! You and I kissed, remember? We slept in the same bed. I would be more ashamed of telling the truth than telling a lie," his mom confessed, putting her face in the palms of her hands. A feeling of hopelessness overwhelmed her.

Dylan had deftly helped Julie back herself into a corner. What had earlier seemed like such an obvious solution to their challenge now appeared hopeless. She couldn't tell Dylan's dad the truth. And she couldn't very well lie to him and still live with herself.

Dylan spoke up. "Mom, I have an idea that might help a couple of our problems. You know this penthouse we are about to check on that has been difficult to sell?"

"Yeah, what about it?"

"What if you and I bought it? I'm still stunned it hasn't sold. It's on the 23rd floor and has an amazing view!"

"Bought it?" Julie scoffed, laughing out loud. "We can't afford it."

"Actually, we can," Dylan countered. "We are sitting on a large pile of cash right now. Our business has been doing great, and we are due to pay a lot of taxes. By investing in a property, we could save a lot of money, and build equity at the same time."

"Dylan, that only works when you live in the house. It doesn't work for investment properties."

"Well, that's where this gets exciting. I would live in the penthouse."

"What? You would move out of our house back in the states?" his mom asked.

"Well, I am an adult now still living in my parent's basement. It's about time I got my own place. We could use that address for our LLP business filing as well."

"I'm listening," Julie said, nodding her head. Her son's idea was beginning to take shape.

Dylan continued. "Then we could slowly build up our business around my name rather than both of our names. When you are ready, you could silently slip out of Canada and out of our legal Canadian marriage."

"But how would that work?" she asked.

"At some point in the future, you and I would quietly get divorced. We would transfer the business into my name. In a sense I would buy you out, and you would take a healthy stake with you to your American real estate ventures."

Catching on, Julie finished out the plan, "And by then, I will have been able to explain to Cliff how I was ready to transition out of Canada, after setting up my son for a successful career. That's brilliant Dylan!"

Dylan puffed on his fingernails and rubbed them against his chest indicating that he agreed with her assessment.

"But what would be the timeline, Dylan? How long would this last before we got divorced?"

If Dylan was in charge of the plan, he thought to himself, the timeline would be 'never'. They would always remain married. But he needed to give his mom some hope to assuage her motherly guilt.

"That's a good question, Mom. I'm not sure. I think we just take it day by day and see how it goes."

Dylan's answer seemed wise and acceptable to Julie. Now that her son had created a plan that seemed to minimize most of her concerns, Julie was eager to once again live out her Canadian real estate dream. She loved buying and selling houses with her son in their exciting metropolitan market. As long as they had a way out of this second marriage at some point, why rush it?

They arrived at the downtown condo complex just as the sun was setting.. "Let's go check out this penthouse, Dylan. If we can get it at a good price, most of our problems will be solved."

As they visited the penthouse suite, Julie was more impressed with it than she remembered. How had it not sold in all that time? Floor to ceiling windows almost 20 feet high in places, a gourmet kitchen and spacious entertaining area. It had two bedrooms and she was already thinking how they could use the space as a type of headquarters, even holding meetings there with potential clients.

Dylan sat at the furnished kitchen table with Julie, showing her how the numbers worked. While it would be a huge investment, they had enough for the down payment and a plan for how to pay the monthly mortgage on it.

Soon they were emailing the owner with a unique offer. They knew he was anxious to sell. It was so exciting! Closing the laptop they gave each other a high five, hoping to find out the next day if they had bought their first property.

"Mom, if we get this place, I'm going to give you the biggest kiss ever!" Dylan proclaimed.

"No you are not! These lips are mine!" she replied, somewhere between serious and joking.

"Oh really. I just remember how those lips of yours pressed into mine for a second helping at our wedding!" Dylan jabbed, causing her to immediately smile. It had been a good kiss she had to admit.

The two of them walked around the space one more time, discussing how they could use the space. They stood gazing at the beautiful views, the city lights beginning to appear as the night took over. Before locking up and hitting the road for home, Julie couldn't help but open the laptop and look at her email one more time to check if their offer had been accepted.

Suddenly Dylan heard her mom scream, "They accepted the offer Dylan! We bought a Penthouse!"

"No way!" he yelled, as they ran into each other's arms, hugging each other tightly, swinging around in a circle like newlyweds.

They leaned back, Julie's arms wrapped around Dylan's neck, her son's hands resting on her lower back. Julie looked into Dylan's eyes, surprisingly ready for the kiss her son had promised her, but not directly asking for it. As he leaned in, Julie met him halfway, eager to experience more forbidden fruit.

As their lips intertwined once again, their pleasure soon exceeded their wedding kiss. Almost in unison, they began testing the waters further, inserting their tongues into each other's mouths like ships passing in the night. Their dormant passions were violently released, kissing each other deeply, angling their heads allowing for maximum intimacy.

The hardwood floors and glass walls echoed back their heavy breathing as Dylan sucked on his mom's lips, their saliva intermingling. His hands drifted quickly to his mom's round ass, palming her butt cheeks pressed tightly within her skirt. Julie's body shivered, Dylan's hands feeling electric against her flesh. She pushed her own body into her son's, her son's bulging crotch now close to her moist pussy. Julie moaned into her son's mouth, her body releasing audible sighs of pleasure.

They continued feeding on one another for several minutes, drinking in each other's juices, their love and lust finally colliding. The day's foreplay had put their respective libidos on high, both seeking release for their biological sex drive. The city lights shining through the massive windows into the dim penthouse created a scene fit for their passionate escapade.

Julie dug her fingernails into Dylan's shoulders, pressing her ripe bosom against his firm chest, her body aching for intimacy with her new husband. She had never had her body feel so out of control before. Nor had she felt someone so strongly in control over her. Her son's hands were roaming around her curvy body, rubbing and grabbing her flesh like his own personal playground. She felt her son move his right hand up her torso and grab her left breast, marking new territory.

"Aaaaaahhh," escaped her mouth. Julie was surprised how immediate her son caused that reaction in her. She saw their vague reflection in the window, impressed by how sexy and natural they looked.

Julie felt her son's right hand begin to squeeze her breast. Her body's arousal had weakened her motherly resolve. Still, she attempted to pull his hand down from her chest.

"No Dylan.....we shouldn't....we shouldn't be doing this."

Her son continued his assault on her mouth, Julie unable to resist the feel of his warm tongue caress her moist entrance.

"Dylan....we need to....we need to....stop." Breathless, Julie continued her attempt to restrain her son and prevent any further impropriety she might regret.

Dylan turned his attention to kissing his mom's neck, something that sent shivers down to her toes.

"I'm serious, Dylan. This has to stop! We shouldn't keep doing this. I'm married to your father. This isn't right."

Dylan moved from her neck up to her lips again, gently placing sensual kisses on her mouth, occasionally sucking on her bottom lip.

Looking into her eyes, Dylan assured her. "Don't worry, Mom. Right now you are only married to one person. And that one person is me. We're not doing anything wrong."

As Dylan plunged his tongue back into her mouth, she admitted that what they were doing actually felt very right. His hands continued to massage her round ass, pushing her body into his. His noticeable hard-on evoked conflicting emotions within her. She leaned up on her toes, brushing her crotch against her son's erect penis. But her motherly instinct was slowly pushing a wave of shame to the front of her mind. She placed both hands up on her son's chest, trying to push him away.

"No more, Dylan. This needs to stop now!" she said more firmly.

Dylan only wrapped her tighter in her arms, his mouth enveloping her once again.

"Mmmmmm," reverberated from Julie's throat. She hinged her jaw as wide as possible to once again receive as much of her son in her mouth. She extended her own tongue impossibly far, her body enjoying the oral intercourse. Her hands remained on her son's chest, as she weakly tried to push him away.

"No....Dylan...stop.....mmmmmm.....we..can't...aaaaaahhhhh....mmmmmm...no."

Dylan grabbed one of her hands and pulled it down to his cock, swelling in his slacks. Julie's hand immediately squeezed her son's member, almost naturally, as if claiming it as her property. Even in the heat of the moment, she realized that her son's cock size was considerably larger than his father's. Dylan's other hand once again landed on her chest, grasping a piece of his own territory.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhh," Julie moaned loudly toward the ceiling, her back arching in erotic delight. This almost climactic response seemed to knock her to her senses, the realization of what she was doing with her son becoming clear. Removing her hand from Dylan's cock, she forcefully pushed her son away, finally creating measurable space between them.

"No! Dylan! No more!" She said firmly, her high heels clicking loudly on the hardwood floor. Julie knew she needed to move her body far from the magnetic hold her son had on her. She sat down on the leather couch and put her head in her hands, emotionally spent. Now sitting, she realized how her panties were fully saturated with the juices from her aroused pussy. Facing the shameful reality of the situation, she felt like weeping.

Dylan sat down beside her and put a loving hand on her back.

"Mom, don't be too hard on yourself. This is all my fault. I love you so much. You are the most amazing mother, the most amazing realtor, and now, the most amazing wife," Dylan said.

A moment later, he continued in a somewhat sarcastic tone. "And I have never had a wife as awesome as you!"

His childish humor brought a small giggle from Dylan's mom.

"Everything is going to be OK," her son continued. "We will figure this out. Let's just take it one day at a time, OK?" Dylan continued to rub the center of her back, showing that he knew how to touch her body both sexually and compassionately.

"And I meant what I said. You are the best mom in the world. You are the best realtor I know. You are an awesome wife to my dad, Cliff. And now you are an awesome wife to me. And I don't care how guilty or ashamed you feel, I will always love you and respect you."

As Dylan paused, Julie looked down at her feet. "I know Son," she admitted quietly. "I just don't like losing control of myself like that."

Standing up, Dylan grabbed her hand and pulled her up beside him. "Well get used to it, because your husband is not going to keep his hands or lips off of you for long!" Dylan confessed, trying to lighten the mood.

"Oh, is that so?" she responded boldly, a sparkle in her tone and grin on her face. She leaned in as if to kiss him on the lips.

"Ooowww," Dylan screamed, pulling back. At the last moment Dylan's mom grabbed Dylan's nipples and twisted them powerfully.

"That's what you get for being a bad son and taking advantage of your mother!" Julie said to Dylan firmly, though still smiling.

"OK, I deserved that," he replied.

"And don't forget, we just bought a house!" Dylan shouted.

"That's right!" Dylan's mom replied, leaning her head onto Dylan's shoulder.

They drove home to their house in the states, pulling into the driveway just before midnight. The next morning at the breakfast table they told Dylan's dad Cliff that they had bought an "apartment" in Canada. They explained how Dylan would be moving out and starting true "adulting." While a bit shocked, Cliff was pleased that his adult son would finally be striking out on his own.

To celebrate, my dad wanted to take all of us out fishing. It was his favorite thing in life and wanted to share it with us. Unfortunately, it was my mom's least favorite thing to do. I could hear them quietly arguing in the adjacent room.

"Come'on Julie, you never come fishing with me," criticizing his wife. "A healthy marriage should not have the husband doing one thing and the wife doing another." Cliff was really piling on the guilt to make his point.

"That's not fair Cliff!" Julie shouted back. "I don't get mad at you because you aren't interested in doing real estate with me! You never accept my invitation to join me to look at houses!"

Dylan was both amused and distraught by their conversation. He rarely heard his parents fight. He had noticed how his mom had recently become a bit less like herself around Cliff. Holding in the secret of her illicit marriage with her son was weighing on her. Dylan was not surprised she was finding it difficult to act natural and authentic around her husband. Still, he knew they loved each other very much.

Their argument about going fishing seemed to be at a stalemate. Finally, Julie's hope for a healthy resolution prompted her to give in.

"Alright, Cliff. I'll come fishing with you and Dylan. It will be fun to do something as a family."

"Thanks, Julie," Cliff responded, walking over and giving his wife a hug with a grin of triumph on his face. He had won the argument, though he didn't realize he was losing the battle for his wife's heart. Later on he would realize the signs he had missed. Even as he held his wife in a loving embrace, he should have recognized the subtle signs her body was giving him. She was more withdrawn and private, receiving his physical affection, but not giving it in return.

As Dylan and his mom approached his dad's old truck hooked up to his bass boat, the two started arguing about who was going to get stuck riding in the uncomfortable middle seat. They kept pushing each other in front of the other toward the passenger door. Grabbing his mom around the waist, Dylan began to needle her sides, causing squeals of delight and her body to convulse uncontrollably.

Eventually evading his grasp, Julie returned the favor as she grabbed Dylan's sensitive waistline. Their two bodies were bumping into each other flirtatiously, using the side of the truck as a backstop to push each other against.

Hidden from Cliff busy on the other side of the truck, Julie had her hands on Dylan's waist, prepared to dig her fingers in at any time. At a disadvantage, Dylan allowed his mom to inch him along the side of the truck toward the passenger door. In protest, Dylan placed both of his hands under her flannel top and grabbed his mom's ass cheeks.

That stopped Julie in her tracks. It felt like her son's hand was directly on her skin, her thong providing limited coverage under her tight denim cutoffs. Gaining her composure, she was intent on not letting her son win the battle.

"Nice try, Son. But your tricks have no power over me." The two stared into each other's eyes, equally stubborn. Despite her son's blatant groping, Julie continued inching Dylan toward the passenger door.

Dylan increased his grip on his mom's round ass, allowing his fingers to dig uncomfortably deep into her crack. Julie's face exposed her slight discomfort, but also her will to not give in. Both mother and son were giggling with joy, breathless from exertion.

Dylan knew he was allowing himself to lose the battle. So he readjusted his hands, pulling them from his mom's butt and boldly palming her breasts.

"Dylan!" Julie screamed in hushed tones, not wanting to alert Cliff. Her hands darted on top of her son's, trying in earnest to pull them off of her.

"Get your hands off of me!" she pleaded. "Your dad is right over there! You shouldn't be touching me like that!"

Leaning in so that our faces were only inches apart, Dylan whispered, "I'll let go after you agree to get into the middle seat of the truck!" He squeezed her tits a few times making his point clear.

"No!" she responded. "Your first! You aren't going to win this one, you jerk!" She countered, playfully.

Pleased by her response, Dylan allowed his hands to squeeze her two round melons further, her flesh beginning to spill out through his fingers. He could feel the outline of her bra beneath her flannel and tank top. As he double-downed on his manipulative abuse of his mom's physical bubble, her resolve began to weaken. She tried unsuccessfully to pull his hands away.

"Dylan, this isn't funny!" she stated, becoming frustrated with her son and the wicked smile on his face. "You're dad is right over there," she whispered. "He could see us at any time."

"I don't care," Dylan responded. "I don't want to sit in the middle seat."

They stared into each other's eyes, their stubborn wills clashing in a stalemate. The spontaneous competition awakened both of their libidos.

"Plus, my hands like holding your awesome tits," Dylan declared. His vulgar term for her bosom always offended Julie.

"You guys about ready over there?" Cliff asked from the other side of the truck.

Dylan continued squeezing his mother's tits, a look of triumph on his face. He knew he would break her soon. He couldn't believe she had endured his illicit touch for that long. In fact, he was aware that his cock was swelling with pleasure.

The two continued to stare into each other's eyes, each unwilling to give in. Though only lasting a few moments, a deeper intimacy was growing between them. Their playful game was connecting their mind, body, and soul closer together. The danger of being in Cliff's presence only added an element of excitement and special ownership to their secret affair.

As Dylan continued caressing his mom's chest, Julie suddenly squeezed and twisted Dylan's nipples. Immediately in pain, Dylan dropped his hands and was pushed into the truck ahead of his mother, the obvious loser. As they buckled in, both of them smiled at one other with the special knowledge of their private playful game. They felt like high school sweethearts covertly enjoying each other behind the back of their chaperone Cliff.

As they drove down the road, Dylan at times would adjust the vents at the far end of the dashboard. He would allow his hand to fall in between Julie's legs, caressing her bare thigh exposed by her tiny jean shorts before bringing it back to his lap. Dylan became more bold with each movement, his hand staying longer and even making contact with her denim-covered crotch.

Both stifling their smiles, at one point Julie whacked her son across the chest in protest. Though her son was acting like a teenager, she was enjoying his playful obnoxious flirtations.

"Everything OK over there?" Cliff asked, unaware of the improper contact going on between his wife and son.

"Owww," Dylan responded to the strike on his chest. "No, Dad, everything's not alright. Your wife keeps hitting me. You need to keep her under control."

Cliff mimicked his wife, whacking his son with his free arm. "Like that?" he teased, the 2 ganging up on Dylan.

The family of 3 continued on their journey, teasing each other with loving remarks and playful punches. Each one of them was feeling good, fully content. Though Dylan and Julie felt something more, something that Cliff had not noticed. They were falling deeper in love with each other.

Soon they were at the boat launch dropping off the boat. Mother and son worked efficiently as a team, securing the boat to the dock, while Cliff parked the truck. By the time he arrived, a line of boats were ready to take his spot.

"Shoot! I was planning on getting worms from the marina store," Cliff announced in frustration.

After a moment, he asked, "Why don't the 2 of you go buy a couple dozen and meet me at the secondary dock. It's just a few hundred yards down the shore. There's a trail through those trees."

As Dylan and his mom waited in line at the store, Dylan put his arm around his mom's waist, pulling her to his side. Julie was immediately uncomfortable, but did not resist. Walking out of the store, he grabbed her hand.

"Dylan, let go! People are watching! We might see somebody we know."

"Relax, Mom. We won't see anybody. And aren't you my wife anyway?"

"Not here! I'm Cliff's wife!"

Looking around furtively as they walked, Julie pushed the pace to get out of sight of curious eyes. Reaching the secondary dock, Julie wrenched her hand out of her son's grasp. As she climbed into the boat, her son playfull slapped her ass, Julie's body shielding her son's impropriety from his dad. An audible gasp escaped Julie's mouth, as she looked back knowingly at her son. A stern look of disapproval appeared for a moment, followed by a much lighter secret grin of unintentional consent.

Soon they were on the lake motoring toward Cliff's favorite fishing spot. It was a beautiful day, sunny and warm. Julie soon discarded her flannel overshirt, a conservative white cotton tank top highlighting her busty chest to both her men. Dylan sat next to her on the only bench seat, enjoying her body bounce against his as they approached their destination.

Dylan couldn't help but continue to flirt with his mother behind his dad's back. At first he simply attempted once again to hold Julie's hand. At first she resisted, withdrawing her hand from him. His flirtation advances were too daring for her in the presence of Cliff. But after several repeated attempts she gave in, keeping her eyes on her husband's back, ready to separate should he turn around.

As they bounced along with the speed of the boat, Dylan leaned in closer, smoothly pulling his mom's hair back, placing his mouth closer to her ear.

"You sure look beautiful today," he said plainly, loud enough for her to hear. The roar of the engine prevented Cliff from overhearing the conversation.

Julie was aware that Dylan's position gave him a perfect viewpoint to look at her chest. As she glanced down at herself, she was surprised how tight the stretchy fabric was. While providing full coverage of her flesh, a faint shadow of her floral lacy bra was visible in places. She was proud of her full perky breasts and a firm tummy.

Yet under her son's blatant gaze she felt compelled to grab her flannel to cover herself, but Dylan had her pinned to her seat. She could feel his warm breath as he stared at her curvy chest, and her tan exposed legs. Despite feeling uncomfortable, a warmth flooded her body, enjoying the feeling of being desired. With her husband Cliff only feet away, her shame increased as did her sexual excitement.

Dylan continued speaking in her ear. "Is this your first time going fishing with both your husbands?"

Julie turned her face toward her son in subdued shock and anger, punching him playfully in the stomach. He only smiled, enjoying the incestuous situation he was exploring.

"Don't worry, Mom. I won't tell." Dylan pulled their interlocked hands further between Julie's legs, nibbling gently on the ear he just spoke. Julie nudged him away.

"Dylan, stop it!" she pleaded. "Your father is standing right there!"

Ignoring her, Dylan continued to lean in and nibble on her ear, the entire side of her body soon shivering with ticklish delight. She squirmed in her seat, her left leg at times straddling Dylan's right leg as she wiggled next to him seeking relief. Dylan dropped down to her neck, suddenly sucking intensely, giving her a hickey before she could push him away.

Julie's body was burning from the inside and out. She felt she might explode as her son seduced her in the naive presence of his father. Yet his actions caused her pulse to quicken, even arousing her female flesh.

Confused and at her wit's end, Julie stood up to create more space. She said loudly, "You are such a jerk, Dylan!"

Cliff turned around, able to hear his wife's last comment. "Everything OK?"

Surprise on her face, realizing she had spoken too loudly, Julie responded, "Yes, Honey." She walked up to her husband, putting her arm around his waist, snuggling up to him.

His mom's actions oddly put a pit in Dylan's stomach. While he wanted his parents to continue a healthy marriage, all-too-natural pains of jealousy crept in. It should be his body she was hanging onto right now.

"Well, here we are," Cliff said, slowing the boat down. "My favorite fishing hole."

Soon everyone was fishing and having a good time. Well, almost everyone. Julie was struggling with just about everything. It had been a long time since she had fished. Her husband Cliff tried to help her at times, but quickly became frustrated. He seemed more intent on his own fishing than ensuring his wife's success.

Aware of her frustration, Dylan began helping his mom out. Cliff was relieved and proud as he watched his son untangle Julie's fishing line. Cliff wanted to help her, but also wanted to show his family how good he had become at fishing. Dylan was a good fisherman in his own right, as Cliff overheard his simple and wise instructions to guide his mother.

As the day continued, they fell into a fun rhythm. Cliff fished at one end of the boat, controlling the electric motor to steer them to fresh fishing holes. Dylan stayed near his mother, regularly helping her with basic tasks. He repeatedly untangled her lines, helped her with casting, changed out her lures, and baited her hook with worms.

Even though Cliff was present and watching, the mother and son couple were free to behave naturally. Dylan mostly kept his hands to himself, but their teasing playful banter, developed over years, was on full display. The lines of mother/son and husband/wife had been removed. The two best friends simply enjoyed themselves fully in each other's presence. From Cliff's point of view, he was only observing a healthy, meaningful mother/son relationship. But unannounced to Cliff, both Julie and Dylan were fanning a flame of fondness and passion for one another.

After Julie had actually landed a few fish, her and Cliff began smack-talking about who was the better fisherman. Not to be bested, Cliff challenged her to an hour long fishing derby. Who could catch the most fish? He consented to allow his son to be his wife's fishing guide.

Over the next hour, the boat was full of frantic fishing. And there was a lot of action, as Cliff had placed the boat on an active fishing hole. Dylan was no longer fishing himself but actively helping his mother. It was a 2 on 1 contest.

Dylan's support not only included verbal instructions and encouragement, but he began providing physical support. His mom perched on the edge of the boat to maximize her casting potential, Dylan placed his hands on her curvy hips to anchor her. With each hooked fish, the family would look at each other, providing escalating jabs of playful insults.

Soon Julie and Dylan were constantly touching, as they worked together to maximize the remaining time of their predefined fishing derby. They did not want to lose! As they netted more fish and improved the tackle they used, Dylan and his mom's body were in constant contact. Grabbing, pushing, holding, squeezing as necessary to catch more fish.

Julie was not naive to the fact that her son was becoming more "handsy" throughout the day. He was skillfully grazing her butt, grabbing a bare thigh, and even bumping into one of her breasts without drawing attention from Cliff. At one point, after an enthusiastic high-five, they gave each other a chest bump, losing their balance and falling into each other's arms against one of the chairs. Cliff seemed unperturbed, laughing at their enjoyable stumble, glad Julie was losing precious moments of fishing.

Eventually the derby ended, and the winner was crowned. By a slim margin, Cliff had caught more fish than Julie. While he gloated as expected, everyone on the boat was in a good mood and pleased with their day on the boat. As they drove home, Cliff asked Dylan to drive the boat so he could pack things up before they got to the dock.

"Can I drive?" Julie asked, looking to both men for approval.

"I don't know, Julie, you've never driven before," Cliff answered.

"Dylan can help me. I know I can do it," she pleaded.

"Alright. But I want Dylan's hands on the steering wheel at all times."

Julie positioned herself at the driving station as her son came up behind her. He wrapped his arms around her so that they both had their hands on the steering wheel. As the boat began to bounce with the waves, Julie's firm luscious ass pressed into her son's crotch, embracing her from behind. Though Cliff was busy organizing the boat, their somewhat sexual posture was clearly evident to all of them.

Julie was feeling as uncomfortable as she had all day. If it had been Cliff plastered against her from behind, that would have been awkward for all 3 of them. But it being her son only made it worse. But there was nothing to do. The situation had given implicit permission for her and her son to engage in front of Cliff in the sexual posture.

Fortunately for Julie, her son was not doing anything vulgar. He was acting like a gentleman. Still their position was entirely suggestive.

"OK, Mom. I'm going to take my hands off the wheel," Dylan shouted into her ear. "You ready for this?"

"I think so," she responded meekly. "Just be ready to help if I need it."

Dylan moved his hands off the steering wheel and planted them firmly on his mom's hips. In doing so, he increased the pressure of his mom's ass in his crotch. Combined with the random gyrations of the boat, Julie's ass was grinding on his son's cock. Soon its swollen presence was obvious to Julie, though her attention was mostly focused on driving the boat.

"Slow down just a bit, Mom," Dylan instructed, as they neared some waves from the wake of a crossing boat.

Julie leaned forward to adjust the throttle and to brace herself. The boat began to bounce more forcibly. Julie and Dylan, firmly attached in their sexual position, rocked forward and backward rhythmically with the motion of the boat. Dylan's rock hard cock was firmly wedged in between her denim-clad ass cheeks. As the boat banged against the waves, Julie grunted audibly groans of delight, the boat's motion masking her pleasure.

"Good job, Julie!" Cliff shouted from behind them. "You're a natural."

Julie thought to herself that that was certainly nothing natural about her son grinding on her ass with her husband fully complicit with his son's actions. As they neared the marina, Dylan lifted his arms back up to the steering wheel, his forearms embracing the outside of each of her breasts.

A long audible sigh escaped Julie's mouth. The tension of arriving at the marina safely, combined with her growing arousal was having its effect.

Leaning toward her ear, Dylan whispered, "Are you having a good time, Mom?" Dylan pressed his crotch deeper into her ass crack.

Normally Julie would have corrected her son's playful though inappropriate exploitation of the situation. Instead, she simply took in a deep breath. She really was enjoying herself. This had been one of the most enjoyable days of her life. Her adventurous spirit was fully engaged, and her desire to be loved and desired had been fully met.

Looking up at her son, she replied, "Yes, Dylan. I am having a great time. Thank you."

Cliff came up to the pair and put his hand on his wife's shoulder. "OK guys, parking at the dock can be a bit tricky. Let me coach the 2 of you through it."

Over the next few minutes, the family of 3 worked as a team to land the boat. Julie's husband was at her side providing instructional support, while her son was cemented to her behind, providing stimulating satisfaction.

As the three of them climbed into the cab, prepared to take the boat home, there was a tangible sense of contentment among all of them.

"Thanks for coming out on the lake today, guys. I really appreciate it." Cliff remarked. His family nodded in acknowledgement.

"And we couldn't have done it without this awesome boat you bought me. I'm so proud of how your business is doing!" Cliff continued.

"Ya, I just hope our business keeps doing well. I'm a bit worried about the next few months," Dylan replied.

Concern appeared on Cliff's face. Confusion on Julie's. Both of them looked at Dylan.

"What do you mean by that?" his dad asked.

"To be honest, I'm a little worried living up there by myself. Now that the business is expanding, running the day to day operations is a bit out of my league."

"Oh, you'll do alright, Son," Cliff responded, encouraging his son.

"I don't know about that. We already have more daily appointments and business meetings lined up than before. With mom only up there occasionally, I'm just not sure how I will handle it all." Dylan explained.

"I'll still be coming up at least one day a week, Dylan," his mom commented. "Don't you think that will be enough?"

"Not even close. Maybe in a few months when I have the business down better. But right now, I need all the help I can get."

The purr of the old engine filled the cab as Cliff and Julie contemplated Dylan's predicament.

Dylan continued, "Would it be OK for mom to spend part of her week up there with me. At least, just as I start out." Dylan asked.

"Of course, Son. That's what she just said. She'll still come up there once a week for showings, just like you have been doing," Cliff replied.

"No, I mean, can she come up and stay for a few days, like in the middle of the week? Stay overnight?" Dylan clarified.

"Oh, I don't know about that. How would that even work? What would I do? I like her at home. Does that new apartment even have 2 bedrooms?" Cliff asked.

"Yes, it does." Dylan answered, gaining momentum. "It's just that so much business takes place in the middle of the week, and sometimes in the evenings."

Dylan could see he had his dad's attention. "Plus Dad, you are working long hours as well in the middle of the week, so you wouldn't miss her too much."

Cliff was seriously considering his son's request. He had to admit that the middle of the week was a bit of a whirlwind at work. Still, he didn't like the idea of being alone, nor the idea of his son and wife living together.

Cliff was about to decline his son's request when Dylan piped in, "And Dad, you could run out to the lake after work each night to fish without feeling guilty for not being home."

Dylan hoped he had sealed the deal.

After a few minutes Cliff looked at Julie. "What do you think, Honey? I could make it work if you can. I certainly want Dylan to succeed. It would only be for a little while."

Unsure of what she was signing up for, Julie nodded her head in consent.

"Allright Son, she can come stay up there a few nights each week, but only to get you started out."

Over the next couple of days Dylan packed up his things from his bedroom and moved up to their penthouse suite by himself. His mom had some real estate commitments in the states and could not join him for over a week. Dylan spent that time preparing the place just the way he wanted it. As their business was doing so well, there was plenty of money to invest in it.

Julie finally drove up the following Monday morning and joined her son at their new penthouse.

"Wow, this looks amazing!" Julie exclaimed as she did her own small tour of the penthouse. She noticed that her son had been hard at work. The place was now fully furnished, with tasteful expensive-looking pieces scattered about. Some provocative art was hung on the walls. At various places in the living room, beautifully framed photos from their wedding were prominently presented.

"Oh gosh, Dylan. You did a great job! This truly looks like we live here. If we bring any clients up here, this will be a perfect place to host them."

"I know. And I just secured two more penthouse listings from this building! Our business is getting noticed."

"No way!" she responded, pushing hard against Dylan's chest in disbelief.

"Yes way!" Dylan stated. "The commissions alone from those two places will almost equal all the money we have made in total!"

"Wow!" Dylan's mom replied, totally impressed.

"Isn't that worth a hug?" Dylan asked, putting his arms out.

Julie walked over to him and curled her arms around her son's shoulders. Dylan wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled his mom to him. Her familiar curves were once again within his embrace, where they belonged. Both of them enjoyed their bodies touching again after the long absence. Dylan held her for over a minute, his mom not seeming to be worried, content in her son's arms.

Leaning back, Dylan took a risk."And isn't it also worth a kiss?"

Subtle lines of concern appeared on Julie's face. She remembered how last time a little kiss had gotten out of hand.

"Just a small one, OK son?"

With that they both leaned in for a kiss. What started out as a small peck, turned into 3 or 4 pecks. On the last peck, their lips remained touching. Dylan pressed his lips against his mom's, forcing her lips apart, allowing their tongues to once again be reunited.

"No, Dylan," pulling away. "No making out!" Julie commanded.

"Mom, we're not going to make out. You said I deserved a kiss. A few pecks is not a real kiss. We're married now. At least give me a married kiss."

"OK, but only for a few seconds," she consented.

Their lips resumed their sensual contact, their tongues becoming more familiar with how to dance with each other. Julie allowed her son's hands to rest on the top half of her butt, despite knowing better.

"Mmmmmmm," escaped Julie's mouth, as they stretched their mouths wide, angling them expertly to consume more pleasure from each other.

Just as his mom seemed to really be getting into it, she pulled away suddenly.

Content for the moment, Dylan responded. "Thanks for the kiss, Mom. I needed that. And I earned it!"

"Yes you did," his mom agreed. She was indeed proud of how he had decorated the penthouse and acquired the new listings. Giving him a little reward was certainly in order.

Julie walked into the spare bedroom. "What is this, Dylan? An office? Where am I going to sleep?"

"Relax, Mom. We need an office to be able to do our real estate work. You and I can share the master bedroom together when you stay up here. We've slept together before. Don't worry, I won't touch you," Dylan assured her.

"You'd better not," she responded.

Dylan let his mom wander into the master bedroom to inspect it. Soon he heard a scream of delight. Walking in he saw his mom standing in the large walk-in closet with her mouth open. When they purchased the house, the closet was full of boxes. Julie had not realized just how large and ornate it was. Dylan had organized it beautifully.

"What's all this, Son?" Julie asked.

Dylan had purchased some clothes for his mom, some jeans, shirts, dresses and high heels that Dylan knew she would look great in. Sure it was a bit creepy to buy his mom clothes, but he knew what she looked good in and had memorized her body sizes. Her new wardrobe was now displayed in the closet, only taking up a fraction of the space.

Dylan attempted to explain himself. "I wanted to surprise you. You have been working so hard, and so I picked out some things for you. Since you're the only woman I get to stare at all day, I figured I might as well choose what I'm looking at."

Somewhat flattered, Julie responded, "That's sweet." She gave her son an innocent kiss on the cheek. Julie wasn't sure if she should feel complimented or worried. She moved over to one of the drawers and pulled it open, partially confirming her concerns.

"Whoa, where'd these come from!" Julie's held up a handful of sexy panties, bras, and nighties.

"Well, we can't have you walking around here naked!" Dylan explained. "I wanted to make sure you had something comfortable to wear in our penthouse."

The quality of the lingerie was impressive. Her son's taste was fashionable and expensive. How did he know her sizes? Her motherly radar was always on.

"You won't have to worry about that, Dylan," she responded. "You will never see me naked, nor will you see me wearing these!" She laid the lingerie back into the drawer, unable to hide a pleased smile on her face.

"But you did well, Son. Thank you." She grabbed Dylan's jaw with her left hand and pulled it to her and planted a quick but flirty kiss on Dylan's lips. "Thank you."

Later in the day Dylan pretended to have a phone conversation in their bedroom. He was calculated with what he said and with the volume he used. Returning to the kitchen where his mom was cooking, she started in with some questions.

"Who was that, Dylan?"

"Oh, just a friend."

"That sounded more like a friend. Is this a 'girly friend'?"

"Yes, Mom. It was a 'girly friend.'"

"Where'd you meet her?"

"At the local college," he replied. "I got bored staying up here by myself, so I went to some of their sporting events to meet people."

"Do you think that is wise, Honey?"

"Do I think it is wise for me to enjoy sports? Yes, Mom, I do," Dylan said, mocking her.

"No, I mean, is it wise for you to meet new girls? Now that you and I are married, and now own this penthouse, we are going to spend more time in the city together. If people see you with another girl, that could cause us a lot of headaches."

Dylan was leading his mom exactly where he wanted her.

"What do you expect me to do?" Dylan said loudly, feigning a bit of frustration. "I'm up here by myself with nothing to do. I'm a man in my 20's. What am I supposed to do? Sit around here all day?"

"Dylan, I know this has been hard on you at times. But, remember, you're married to me now up here in Canada. You can't be going on dates with other girls."

"Are you forbidding me from dating other girls?" Dylan asked, staring into her mom's eyes, almost daring her.

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"Yes, Dylan. I am. For the best interest of all of us."

Frowning, Dylan sat down on the leather couch, displaying a defeated attitude. "Well, this sucks. My life sucks."

Julie walked around and sat on the coffee table in front of her son. She put his face in her hands. "Oh Dylan. I'm so sorry. I don't want this to be hard on you."

Leaning back from her, Dylan continued, "Well it does, Mom! While you're living out your dream, I'm stuck pretending to be married to my mom, forbidden to date any other girls."

Concern on her face, Julie asked, "What would make this situation better for you, Son?"

Dylan took a long moment to answer. "Well, there is one thing you could do."

"What is it?" Dylan's mom asked, leaning forward in anticipation.

"I do enjoy spending time with you. Actually, more than anyone else. If I can't date any other girls, at least let me date you." Dylan said matter-of-factly.

"What do you mean exactly?"

"What I mean is that my life is wasting away pretending to be married to you. I can't go out on the town and actually enjoy life. So it's time I did. With my wife! With you! If you forbid me from dating other girls, then you need to let me date you."

Julie let the words sink it. What her son was saying was actually quite reasonable. The situation was hard on him. Perhaps the fairest thing was to allow their marriage to begin operating more like a real marriage.

"OK, Dylan. You're on!" She said enthusiastically, glad that they had come to a solution. She certainly couldn't have her son out on the town with other women. Soon their real estate clients would find out and destroy their business.

Standing up, Dylan pulled his mom up with him.

"Where are we going?" she asked curiously, as he pulled her toward their bedroom.

"Getting ready for our date tonight, Silly," Dylan boldly responded.

Entering their massive master closet, Dylan asked his mom to pick out some clothes for him to wear. Dylan had also added a few more suits and dress clothes to his wardrobe. After she picked out a casual but attractive outfit for him, Dylan picked out a blouse, tight jeans, and high heels for his mom to wear.

Dylan began going through the drawer of bras and panties.

"No, no, Bucko. None of that," Julie protested.

"Mom, we're married! I bought these for you. Please let me pick them out. I know I won't see you in them, but I can at least imagine what you have on under your other clothes."

Dylan held in his hands a skimpy white thong and white lacy half-cup bra. Both were made of very expensive fabric. Julie put her hands on them, running her fingers over the material, imagining them on her body. A small shiver went through her as she thought about her son being fully aware of what lingerie she would be wearing. How could she look him in the eye with him knowing the sexy bra and panties she had on under her clothes!

As she looked up into Dylan's eyes, both of their hands still holding what would soon be touching her privates, those very same privates began to stir with arousal.

"Fine!" she relented, still looking into Dylan's eyes. "Now get out of here so I can change."

Julie walked out in a thin tight sweater that didn't quite reach her waist. Her skin tight jeans revealed every curve as she walked in her high heels. Dylan's cock stirred as he imagined the sexy lingerie embracing her bosom and womanhood under her clothes.

Before they left the master bedroom, Dylan opened a small jewelry box on the nightstand.

"Mom, time to switch wedding rings. Once you cross that border, you are no longer married to Cliff. Tonight you're my wife," Dylan said, as proudly as possible.

Julie shuffled over hesitantly to the nightstand, absentmindedly twirling her decades old wedding ring currently on her finger. Opening the lid, her eyes gazed at the diamond-plated band her son had put on her finger only weeks ago. Its financial value was many times greater than the one on her finger. She slipped off her old ring, her hand now symbolically free from her faithful marriage to Cliff. She allowed her ring finger to slowly penetrate her new band, a legal reminder of the illicit marriage with her son. She subtly shivered as her finger became one with the ring.

Hand in hand they went out on their date together, presented their relationship to all of their penthouse neighbors. Dylan had already scouted much of the downtown night scene. First they enjoyed some appetizers and drinks at an upscale bar a few blocks away. Soon they were joking and teasing one another, fitting right into the noisy energy of the place.

Dylan was partially perched on a tall stool next to their pub table. As his mom walked past him, he pulled her round ass into his crotch forcing her to lean back into his chest.

"Hey baby, you new around here?" he bantered.

Julie began bouncing her hips side to side between his legs to the music. "It's actually my first time. Do you think you can show me a good time tonight?" she said, playing along.

While acting as natural as possible, Julie was actually trembling with fearful excitement. She was blatantly flirting with her son in public, just like she was his girlfriend. Even though this is what she had promised him, her body was tense as she rubbed it against her son.

Dylan stood up, turning his mother toward him. They both had joyful grins on their faces, as they unashamedly gazed into each other's eyes. Julie placed her manicured hands seductively around his neck. Her son's hands curved around her waist, boldly landing on the top of her round butt.

As they continued staring into each other, their hearts began to race. Pursuing their sexual tension in such a public place added a forbidden danger to their relationship.

"What's a girl gotta do to get a kiss around here?" Julie asked, her tongue deliberately moistening her lips.

The mother and son began to eagerly kiss one another. Both of them kept their eyes open, enjoying the intimacy of body, mind and soul. Pulling back, a bit out of breath, Julie scanned the room anxiously, her hidden shame coming to the surface.

"Everything alright, Mom?" Dylan asked.

Her eyes fell back on her son. A smile quickly returned. "Yes, Dylan. Everything is just fine. Just getting used to the dating scene again."

She leaned forward and nibbled on his ear. "And remember," she whispered. "I'm your wife, not your mother."

Their simultaneous snickers were soon swallowed up as their mouths resumed their intimate embrace. Julie's breasts pressed up against her son, his hands caressing her curvy hips.

"Mmmmm, your chest feels so good against me. I wonder what you are wearing underneath?" Dylan teased.

"If you only knew," Julie winked at him. Grabbing his hand, he led them out of the pub onto the sidewalk. "Let's find someplace to dance!" The drinks and comfortable presence of her son had loosened up his mom.

Dylan knew the perfect place. Soon their bodies were pressed up against each other on a crowded dance floor at a nearby club. Their hands continued to explore each other's bodies, as they became more comfortable with each other's touch. Kissing each other often, they appeared very much like a young couple in love.

After using the bathroom, Julie found her son sitting on a chair in a dim corner waiting for her. Feeling a bit devilish, she straddled his lap and began making out with him enthusiastically. Dylan placed his hands on her hips, drilling her further into his lap.

"You're pretty good at this," Dylan shouted over the loud music. "You ever given a stranger a lap dance before?"

Julie began to grind provocatively, a wicked grin glowing on her face. "Who said you were a stranger?" Leaning down, she thrust her tongue into her son's mouth. "You're my husband of 3 weeks!"

"Whoohoo!" Dylan screamed.

They spent another hour on the dance floor, their legs intertwined at times, Julie often teasing her son by grinding her ass against his crotch. During one of the offbeat songs, difficult to dance to, they simply held each other as if slow dancing. Looking into each other's eyes, they continued enjoying their new dating status.

"So is this what dating was like when you were younger?" Dylan asked his mom, shouting over the music.

Julie leaned in closer on her tiptoes, the tips of her perky breasts provocatively touching Dylan's body. "Not even close," she whispered in his ear. "This is by far the best date I have ever been on!"

Dylan dug his hands into her denim pockets, grabbing her ass, pushing her luscious body against his own. "Even dates with Dad?" Dylan clarified.

Julie thought for a moment, her cheek resting against her son's, moist from their spirited dancing. As always, Julie was not a fan of lying. She prided herself in being an honest person. But Dylan's question had put her in a tough position. She already felt pangs of moral guilt from her fling with her son. The infidelity of the situation weighed heavily on her conscience.

As if reading her mind, Dylan spoke again in her ear. "Don't worry about it, Mom. It doesn't matter. Sorry I asked."

"No, no, Honey, it's perfectly alright," Julie responded, not wanting to ruin the moment.

Julie had to be honest with herself above all. As she thought to herself, she admitted that dating Dylan was indeed much different than when she dated Cliff. And much better! Sure, no longer being an immature teen made things different. Now she was a fully formed woman, mature in her ways, certain of what she wanted. Like a ripe fruit ready to be picked, her son and their incestuous marriage had come at the perfect time. She could not deny what she was feeling.

Julie leaned in closer, her lips grazing her son's ear. "I was telling the truth when I said this was the best date I have ever been on."

Their bodies were meshed together as tight as possible, her full pert breasts unable to compress any further. Julie was resigned to leaving her marriage to Cliff in the jewelry box with their wedding ring. In Canada, she was going to date her son with full abandon.

"I am having the time of my life, Dylan. You are the best boyfriend a girl could have."

Their faces parted just enough so that they could reunite their mouths once again. For several minutes they made out passionately on the dance floor. They were unaware of others around them. The beat of the music and the beat of their hearts seemed to pull their bodies magnetically together. Their hands explored every curve and tight muscle within reach, their tongues penetrating each other's mouths in oral intercourse.

An hour later hey returned to their building, their obnoxious laughter and obvious affection drawing knowing glances from others in the penthouse lobby. As they closed the door to their unit, Dylan turned to his mother.

"Mom, that was amazing! I will never complain again about not being able to date other girls. That was the best date ever!"

"You are more than welcome," Julie replied. "I had fun as well." They drew toward each other and embraced in an innocent though meaningful hug for almost a minute.

Julie went to the home office and returned a few business emails that she had missed. Dylan popped some popcorn, changed into his boxers, and was propped up in bed by the time Julie returned to the master bedroom. He had one of Julie's favorite shows queued up on the TV.

"What's this?" Julie asked curiously.

"What a perfect way to end a date. Popcorn and your favorite show!" Dylan responded.

"Yesss!" Julie proclaimed in delight as she walked into the master closet.

"Mom," Dylan yelled after her. "Can I ask you one more favor?"

"What is it?" she yelled back.

"Can you wear one of the nighties I picked out?" he boldly asked.

Julie stepped back into the room. Still wearing her sweater top, her jeans had already been replaced by pajamas. "I don't think so, Dylan. I know this has been a great date night, but those nighties are just too revealing."

"Fair enough," he replied. "What about this? Can you just come to bed wearing those pajama bottoms and your bra? I picked out that bra just for you. And I've already seen you in a bra before. There's nothing new to reveal." Dylan was doing his best to persuade his mom.

Julie paused for a moment, saying nothing. Eventually she disappeared back into the closet. A few minutes later she returned, dressed as her son had requested. Her long blonde hair was generously bunched in front, trying to cover her exposed chest. Dylan did his best to not stare and make his mom feel uncomfortable.

They began watching the show, sharing the bowl of popcorn. Eventually, Julie's breasts became more visible to Dylan's curious eyes. The half-cup bra he had picked out exposed her firm flesh just above her nipple line. As she laughed at the show they were watching, her tits jiggled causing Dylan's cock to harden.

After the show ended, they both went to the bathroom to brush their teeth. Julie noticed how Dylan's eyes were taking in the full figure of her breasts in the mirror. While slightly uncomfortable, she also felt flattered by how much her son admired her body. He purposely bumped into her, his hands tickling her waist. She returned the favor, knowing her son's own weak spot. As he doubled down his own efforts, she squealed, running out of the bathroom and jumping under the protection of the silk sheets.

"Coward," Dylan teased as he walked confidently in his boxer shorts to the other side of the bed. Turning off all of the lights, Julie was amazed at the night cityscape that the massive bedroom windows revealed. As Dylan climbed in beside her, she reflected on how strong and mature his body had become. She pulled the sheets up to her chest, exposing only part of her beautiful lingerie.

"I've done a good job behaving myself, Mom. How about a good night kiss?"

Dylan leaned over toward his mother and gave her a generous peck on her lips. He returned for a second kiss, lingering for a moment, his lips hovering near his mom's. Julie had told herself to not allow any touching in bed. She knew it could lead to regrettable actions. But what's one more kiss, she asked herself. She leaned into her son's soft lips for another sustained kiss. Soon they were making out sensually as they had on the dance floor. The loud music from the club was replaced with the soft juicy mingling of their saliva.

Dylan moved his right hand up his mother's body and let it rest upon his mother's left breast.

"Dylan!" Julie choked out breathlessly. "That's not OK. Get your hand off of me."

Dylan did not move his hand. He continued to look into his mother's eyes provocatively. Julie placed her own hand on top of his, as if to pull it off. Instead, she let it remain in place, only bonding her son's hand more firmly in place. Julie could not resist Dylan's advances, as his soft kisses stirred her innate desires.

"Mmmmmm," vibrated from her mouth as her son began to gently squeeze her firm breast. Julie felt some form of control with her hand on his, even though he was free to grope her as he wished. With the large part of her breast exposed by the inviting bra, Dylan was enjoying more of his mom's skin then he had hoped. His cock poked through the fly in his boxers under the bed sheet, hardening quickly. Dylan moved to his mom's neck and ears, nibbling gently as he had done while they were dancing.

"Dylan! You need to stop," she protested weakly. "We can't sleep in this same bed together. You shouldn't be touching my chest."

Her body's arousal competed with her clear communication to her son. With each kiss her heartbeat quickened. She subconsciously was arching her back, almost presenting her chest to her son. She unknowingly was only encouraging him more.

"Aaaaaaahhhh," escaped her mouth as hours of foreplay was quickly arousing her libido.

"Mmmmmm," she continued, as her son expertly placed delicate pressure on her chest, his fingers subtly massaging her curves. His soft and strong hand was bringing much pleasure to her body. Julie felt like she was in her 20's again, doing something naughty with a young coed.

Dylan's cock was impossibly hard, his skin stretched tight, fully erect under the silk sheets. With his left hand, he guided his mom's right hand around his shaft. A shock of surprise filled Julie's face, her eyes as round as saucers. Though her hand froze in place, long-held biological desires guided her fingers to wrap around his large shaft, their tips barely touching. Dylan released his hand, leaving his mom's hand firmly frozen in place on his cock.

"We shouldn't be doing this, Dylan," Julie continued to whisper breathlessly. "Please stop," she pleaded, though her body gave no indication of confirming her wishes.

"Just a few more minutes," Dylan begged. "I've been staring at your beautiful body all day. It's only fair to let me enjoy it a little bit."

"OK, but only one more minute," she conceded. Their kissing continued with renewed vigor. Julie began leaning forward, pressing her tongue deeper into her son's mouth. Her son's hand remained cupped to her breast, massaging it more brazenly, his mom's flesh becoming accustomed to his touch.

Julie's hand was also becoming accustomed to gripping her son's cock. She could feel his life blood rushing through his manhood through the silk sheet, pulsing in rhythm with his racing heartbeat. Compared to her husband Cliff, Dylan's cock felt so much more full of vigor and life. She could not imagine what it would feel like to have his oversized flesh plunged into her womb. Imperceptibly her hand began to stroke up and down, only millimeters, while still squeezing tight.

"Ohhhhhh..." softly flowed from Dylan's mouth into his mom's, as he felt her hand voluntarily stimulate his cock.

His own hand did the same, continuing to boldly grip her breast, his fingers digging into her flesh gently and erotically.

"Mmmmmmm," Julie moaned, as the multiple points of pleasure were causing the juices between her legs to flow. She knew she was getting close to the point of no return. If they continued much longer, she feared she would commit the heinous act of actually consummating the new marriage with her son.

"Stop it Dylan," she pleaded. "No further, Son," panting and out of breath.

Dylan began nibbling on her neck with his lips, while his hand continued to feed on his mom's firm breast, barely contained by her bra.

"I'm serious Dylan, you need to st...aaaahhhhhh..ooooohhhhhh...ahh...stop. You need to stop Dylan!"

His kisses were driving her body mad. Despite her verbal objections, Julie's hold on her son's throbbing cock continued, her mind shamefully conscious of that decision.

"Come'on Mom," Dylan continued to plead in between kissing her neck. "You are my wife after all! This is only natural. Don't you like what I am doing?"

"Aaaaahhhhh, yes!" Julie responded, unable to hold back her enthusiasm. Her son's full-court press on her body was overwhelming her senses.

"No! I mean...aaaahhhhh...no! This is not OK! Mmmmmmm.... Stop it! Stop it now Dylan!"

Dylan enveloped his mom's mouth once again with his own, silencing her objections. He moved his right hand down from her breast and pressed two fingers between her legs into her crotch under the sheets. Her pussy flesh was soft and swollen, her thin pajamas the only protection.

"Mmmmmm.....aahhhhhh," Julie purred. The tension in the room continued to increase, their kissing becoming more passionate, as they pressed their mouths open into each other's, their tongues and juices penetrating each other's bodies.

Dylan's left hand wrapped around his mom's right hand, still gripping his cock with subtle strokes. He began to guide her hand up and down, increasing her pumps from millimeters to inches.

"Shit Mom! That feels so good," Dylan declared, continuing to please his mom's pussy with his own hand. The sexual tension in the air was palpable.

The eyes of mother and son suddenly were fixed on each other, frozen in place. Each of their hands continued exploring each other's sex organs through the sheets. Julie's lips parted slightly, unable to contain frantic moans of pleasure. Dylan's mouth was also wide open, his mom's squeezes and jerks on his cock causing his body immeasurable pleasure.

"Ooooohhhhh, Dylan," Julie purred. "Aaahhhhh, that feels so good."

"Ahhhhhhh, Shit Mom! My cock is so hard!" Dylan moaned.

"Fuck! I think it's time Mom! I've kept my promise to not jerk off to you. It's time I felt some release!"

Dylan pulled back the sheet from his torso, revealing his impressive rigid cock. Julie gasped audibly, staring at his gorgeous meaty flesh. So well-proportioned, his skin looked so soft and touchable, despite being stretched unimaginably tight.

Dylan's vulgar language and sudden nudity had triggered Julie's moral compass. Instead of spinning out of control, she mentally set the arrow back toward her conservative moral center. If she did not act now, there would be no turning back. She grabbed the sheet, quickly covering Dylan's throbbing babymaker. With increased strength, she pulled her son's left hand from between her legs.

"No Dylan! No further. That's it for tonight. I am not going to jerk you off!"

She pulled the sheet up over her chest and rolled over on her side, her back to her son. She had essentially brought their intimate foreplay to an end. Her heart was beating out of control. A combination of excitement, fear, embarrassment, and uncontrollable desire was rushing through her every sense. She held her body frozen in place, afraid to move and allow her inner desires to take control of her.

Dylan sat in shock, staring down at his rock hard cock aching for release. In his anger, he wanted to stroke it vigorously and shoot his cum all over his mom's back. Coming to his senses, he smiled. He had just experienced more pleasure with his own mother than he could have ever imagined. Despite his unsatisfied erection, he rolled over on his side, facing away from his mother to fall asleep.

In the middle of the night a sound in the kitchen woke them both up. Dylan rushed into the other room and quickly discovered that Julie's purse, precariously perched on the counter, had suddenly slid onto the floor. He assured his mom everything was alright.

They stood looking into each other's eyes once again. The beautiful night cityscape was before them, faintly lighting their faces. Dylan noted that his mom felt no unease as her large breasts stuck out prominently, wearing only her bra and pajamas in her son's presence.

"Sorry about tonight, Mom. I was a bit forward. Can you forgive me?" Dylan asked.

A look of love and understanding showed on Julie's face. "Of course, Son. Let's just forget about it."

As if they had done it hundreds of times, their two bodies simultaneously moved toward each other in a full-body embrace. They pressed into each other, both attempting to provide as much body contact as possible. Julie sighed out audibly as a generous amount of her bare breasts and tummy came in contact with her son's naked skin. They held the embrace for over a minute. Julie felt about as safe and content as she ever had.

When they returned to the bed, Dylan cautiously attempted to spoon behind his mom. Julie surprised both of them by pushing her body back into his, pulling his arm around her torso and holding it tight against her chest.

"Now this is what being married is all about," Julie explained. "Good night, Son."

"Good night, Mom," Dylan responded, enjoying their embrace. Hopefully, their marriage had much more to come, he thought to himself.