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Subject: {ASSM} Story: Carly Mom VIII by LaurenMom (MF, no sex) (March 2008)
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Summary: Carly and Stephen plan their Mom/Son rendezvous. Just as
Carly gets ready to leave for their tryst, she gets an unexpected
phone call that changes her plans considerably.

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laurenmom@writeme.com

Story: Carly Mom VIII by LaurenMom (MF, no sex) (March 2008)

Carly couldn't begin to concentrate on work. She had just finished an
incredible email exchange with her son Stephen. He had created special
email addresses for them to use for private communication.
hotmom@tempting.com and eagerson@tempting.com.

The two emailed back and forth, further admitting their erotic
attraction to the other with each message. In the last, Stephen told
her that he wanted her...today. He said he would arrange a room. Carly
told him she would be there.

Carly continued to ask herself question after question as she sat at
her desk, returning phone calls and emails mindlessly. She thought she
might have agreed to anything at that point and she wouldn't remember
it ten minutes later. "Is this really going to happen?" she asked
herself silently. "I can't really do this, can I? He's my son! But
like Linda said, we're both adults. No one's making anyone do
anything. But it's not normal. But who's to say what's normal? I think
he really wants to be with me. That really turns me on. What is wrong
with me? AAAAahhhhhhhhh!!!!"

Several hours passed since the last word from Stephen.
Carly,..''Killer Carly,' the business woman well known for staring
people down and never cracking under pressure in a deal, was feeling
insecure. She was well aware of the irony. In the heat of corporate
battle, she was the one everybody called on. But now, in the twisted
halls of love and lust, she was worried. She wondered if she had
understood Stephen wrong. Did he change his mind? Why hadn't she heard
from him? Maybe he was thinking the same thoughts she was, about how
insane this is. Maybe he thought, "Holy shit! She's my mother!"

Just as Carly was set to begin a new round of doubts, she received a
text message on her cell phone. The loud beep nearly shocked her out
of her chair. The message was from Stephen and it said, "check new
email."

Carly opened her email and didn't see anything new. She had been in
her mailbox constantly since they signed off. New messages came, but
nothing from him. Then it hit her.

"Damn it!," she exclaimed aloud. "I'm HotMom!" Carly had completely
forgotten the new emails Stephen had created for them. She logged on
to that account and immediately saw a message from EagerSon, Stephen's
secret email name. Her heart was pounding as she opened the message.

fr: eagerson
to: hotmom
My one and only HotMom...I am burning for you right now. I've arranged
a place for us to meet and I think I may explode in waiting. I want
you so badly. I can't wait to feel my hands and lips on you...and my
cock in you.
Meet me at the Inn, room 506 after 6 tonight. I am such, an EagerSon
for you!

Carly felt the tingling rush through her body and the wetness between
her legs that she had experienced several times since this flirting
with her son had begun at the beginning of the week. And now, it
seemed that it was going to happen. He still wanted her. Her worries
were unfounded.

Carly paused to send a very brief email to her friend Linda, who had
been her confidant and even cheerleader in the evolving Stephen
situation. "Linda Honey...I think it's gonna happen tonight. Thanks
for everything. I'll take good notes!  C"

Then back to the matters at hand. Carly knew the Inn very well. The
beautifully-restored, multi-roomed mansion had been the location of
many family and business gatherings for years. They had celebrated
many things there and various family members lodged there often. The
only major event in the last 20 years that had not been held at the
Inn was...Carly snapped back to reality. Stephen and Paige's wedding.
That event was held in another state, in Paige's family's territory.

Stephen and Paige...Carly knew all too well that her son was married.
He was in marital breakdown. And she was about to get ready to meet
him in a hotel room and fuck him. Carly tried to again tell herself
that many people did it. Maybe not mothers and sons, but lots of
married people. She did find some comfort in the fact that Stephen had
started this with her. And that his wife Paige had withheld sex from
him for months. Did he say three months? Carly thought that was what
he said. That seemed an eternity to keep your husband away. What was
her problem, anyway? Carly's justification became stronger. He wanted
his wife. She missed her chance. And now he wanted his mom. Twisted
but true. Carly's resolve had returned. She was going to meet Stephen
as planned. And fuck his brains out.

Carly was again taken off guard by her cell phone, this time with an
incoming call. She looked at the screen and saw what she had dreaded
most. "Paige calling."

"Oh, shit," Carly said to herself. "What the hell is she calling me
for?" Carly's resolve melted away once again. She thought of not
answering, even turning the phone off. "But I don't hate Paige. I
don't even dislike her. What am I talking about? I love Paige. She's
still my daughter in law. Damn it." Carly slid the phone open and held
it to her ear. "This is Carly."

"Hi, Carly," Paige said, sounding like she had been crying. Carly
sighed, not letting Paige hear. She braced herself for the
conversation.

"Hi, Honey," she said. "How 'ya doin'?

"Not so good," Paige replied.

"Why, Honey," Carly said. "What's wrong?"

"I think you know what's wrong, Carly," Paige said. Carly tried
desperately to read her tone, but had no luck. Was she angry? Just
sad?

"What, Paige?" Carly said, sounding as sincere and reassuring as she
could. "What's going on?"

"I know about you and Stephen," Paige said. A long pause followed
while Carly's mind raced to find the appropriate response.

"Uh, what do you mean Honey?" Carly finally replied.

"I know about the way he's been talking to you," Paige said. Carly
feared Paige actually knew what had been happening with her and
Stephen. But her tone didn't reflect that.

"I still don't know what you mean, exactly," Carly said.

"I know!" Paige asserted.

"Oh shit," Carly thought to herself. "Here it comes."

"I know Stephen's been talking to you about us, OK?" Carly said, mild
tears returning. "He told me he's been talking to you. About our
problems." Carly was hoping this meant she could feel relieved.

"Oh, Sweetie," she replied. "He has talked to me, yes. But I'm sure I
don't know all the details. He just needed someone to listen."

"I understand, Carly," Paige said. "I don't mind that he talked to
you. You're his mother." Paige didn't know after all. Carly breathed
the biggest sigh of relief she had ever sighed. "But, Carly?" Carly
felt another rush, but this one was a rush of sympathy.

"What, Paige Honey," she said softly, remembering how much she cared
for her daughter in law.

"Can I talk to you?" Paige replied.

"Oh, Honey, of course," Carly said, momentarily forgetting her
scheduled rendezvous with her son, Paige's husband. "Of course you can
talk to me Paige. Any time."

"How about right now?" Paige said, fighting off another round of
tears.

"You, you want me to come over?" Carly asked. "Right now?"

"Would you?" Paige asked in return. "That would be so great, Carly."

"Sure, Paige," Carly said, hiding her disappointment well. "I'm on my
way." She had planned to make some stops before her rendezvous with
Stephen...do some things to get ready for what could be the most
thrilling evening of her life. "Most bizarre, at least!" she thought
and headed for her daughter in law's house.

The End

laurenmom@writeme.com

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