Valerie is tired of painting landscapes, and asks her handsome son to pose
for her...  nude.  His constant erections drive his mother to discover what
woman has so much control over his libido and she is shocked to find out it
is...  her.

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   Author's Note: This story is written in four versions, with four
different plot lines.

   In version Alpha (the version you are reading now) mother and son are
the prime characters.

   In version Bravo, mother, son and daughter are the prime characters.

   Version Charley is the Alpha plot that splits off by involving an Aunt
in the story.

   Version Delta is the Bravo plot that splits off by involving an Uncle in
the story.

   This means that some chapters are shared between plot lines, so don't be
surprised, if you read more than one version, you see some of the same
text. For example, chapter 1 is identical in all four versions.

   It is recommended that, if you decide to read more than one version, you
start with either Alpha or Bravo, since, within them, they notify the
reader when a plot split happens.  That way, if you change versions, you
will know which chapters of the new version you can skip over if you wish
to do so.

   Bob

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   The Passion Of Art (Version Alpha)

   By Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)

   Chapter 1

   Valerie Hudson sighed as she looked at her latest landscape.  She loved
working in oils because it gave her so much time to make little adjustments
before the paint dried.

   But she was tired of landscapes.

   She'd painted in college and loved it.  But being a mother and wife was
too time consuming, so her easel and paints sat in the attic for years. 
Now that Robby was seventeen and Megan fifteen the time she had to spend
parenting was much shorter.  He was a good kid, with good friends and good
habits, and she didn't have to worry about him when he was out with his
friends, or on dates.  Megan was a "popular" girl, on the cheerleading
squad, a debater, and in all the musicals the school produced.  She didn't
even date yet, and hadn't asked to.

   Valerie wasn't spending much time being a wife either, now that Phil,
her husband, had gone off to Russia to establish a branch office of his
company there.

   "I'll only be gone a year, Babe" he'd said, standing there all tall and
handsome, as he packed the last things in his carry on.  "Once it's set up
and running I'll come back home and we'll be able to retire.

   She had laughed at that.  She'd had Robby when she was 20.  He was as
unplanned as they come, but they'd managed, and she'd still graduated with
her Bachelor's degree in Art.  She was going to teach in the Elementary
grades, but Phil's business took off and she didn't need to work.  So she
stayed home, being a Mommy with Robby and then had Megan.  When Phil got
back she'd be 38.  Who retired at 38?

   She had to pee and went to the bathroom.  While there she saw her birth
control pills and popped one out of it's plastic cocoon.  There were only
two left in the pack.  She unconsciously counted in her mind.  Yes, that
was right.  She should have two left.  She'd have to go to the pharmacy and
get the prescription refilled.  She wondered why she bothered.  Phil wasn't
coming back for another eight months.  Habit, probably.  She counted them
from habit too.  She'd started doing that when Megan turned 14 and her body
just exploded into womanhood.  Valerie worried that Megan would be tempted
to steal a pill here, and a pill there, to save up her own supply for when
she decided to give up her virginity.

   It hadn't happened, but Valerie was a careful woman, and it was also a
good habit to ensure she knew if she missed one, and to prevent her from
taking too many.  As she swallowed the pill she thought again about her
daughter.  Fifteen was a tough time for a girl these days.  There were lots
of temptations.  Maybe she'd better get Megan her own prescription.  Just
in case.

   She went back out to the big sunny room where she painted.  She thought
about doing some still life work, but that didn't appeal to her either. 
She'd liked doing portraits, but no one wanted those nowadays.

   She heard a sound and turned around.

   "Hey mom." It was Robby.  He'd just taken a shower and had a towel
wrapped around his waist.  "I'm out of lotion.  Can I borrow some of
yours?"

   "Sure honey" she said automatically.  "It's on the counter in the
bathroom." She pointed to her bathroom and admired her son's broad,
well-muscled back as he turned to go in there.  He was a good looking boy,
the spitting image of Phil when she met him and he swept her off her feet -
literally - bedding her the first night they went out.  She shivered as she
remembered that night.

   Neither of them had planned on things going that far, but she found out
that night just how hot blooded she was.  When she felt his manhood push
it's way into her she loved everything about it...  even the pain of being
stretched in ways she'd never been stretched before.

   She shuddered again and looked up to see her son holding her packet of
birth control pills, reading the back.

   "Put those down" she said.  "You don't need them"

   He turned his brown-eyed gaze on her.  "And you do?"

   She blushed.  "Once you start taking them they make changes in your
body, and it's a good idea not to mess with the chemistry.  He'll be back
in eight months.  I want to be ready."

   She blushed again as she realized just how intimate the conversation had
become.  Robby dropped the pills on the counter, found the lotion and
squirted a dollop in his hand.  He rubbed it all over his chest and arms.
He was a wrestler, and his skin took a beating during training.  Valerie
watched his muscles ripple as he bent and moved.

   Wait.

   That was it!

   "Robby!" she said, a little loudly.

   He turned to look at her.

   "Would you do me a favor?" she asked.

   "Sure mom, what?" he said.

   "I'm getting bored with painting landscapes and still lifes.  I was
thinking about doing some body work.  But I'll need a model.  Would you sit
for me?"

   "Yeah, I guess.  How long will it take?"

   "Oh, I can do it in stages.  We can work it into your schedule.  An hour
here, half an hour there.  It won't interfere too much with your routine."

   "OK" he said.  "Sure."

   "Are you going out on a date Friday night?" she asked.

   "No, not this Friday" he said.  "I was going to go shoot some pool over
at Ricky's.  "Well, save me an hour or two when you get done shooting
pool." she said.

  
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   Homer Watkins finished his dirty little business in the basement of his
shabby house in Ontario Canada.  He was a counterfeiter, and a fairly good
one at that.  He held up the completed product and admired it.  It looked
exactly like a brand new packet of Benzostyrillenophyl Oxyflorrinal, a
popular new generic birth control pill.  What it actually was were some
sugar pills wrapped up in his latest creation.  He looked closely at the
printing on the foil backing of the push-out tabs.  It was PERFECT!  No one
would ever be able to tell it from the real thing.

   Not even his cousin Mort, who owned a pharmaceutical supply company, and
who would be paying Homer a lot of money for sealing a deal with the
supplier of the popular new drug.  He told Mort he cut the deal for only
75% of the normal price.  Mort already had a buyer lined up - some dufus in
the States.  They'd both make a killing and Mort would never know anything
was wrong.

   George Harrison Watkins IV wasn't an evil man.  He had inherited the
family pharmacy while he was in college and, thinking it would support his
lifestyle, had neglected to study the ins and outs of business, preferring
to party instead.  Now, because he was no businessman, the seventy-nine
year old Drug Store was in trouble.  He was going to have to do something.
He couldn't fire Frank, his Pharmacist.  Everybody loved the old coot and
firing him would lose him half his customers.

   The very first thing he decided to do was start importing drugs from
Canada.  That would save him a bundle, and he would sell them at his normal
prices.  The first drug he ordered was a new brand of generic birth control
pills that would cost him only half of what he usually had to spend.  By
charging just a little less than he would for the name brand, he'd still
make twice as much profit.  He wasn't an evil man, he was just a greedy
one.

  
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   "I'm surprised at you Mom" said Megan as they left the Doctor's office.
"I can't believe you got me a prescription for the pill.  I told you I
don't do that stuff."

   "I know, sweetie, but I'll feel a lot better knowing you're protected.
There are so many bad people out there nowadays.  I know nothing will
happen to you, and I don't want you to think this means I approve of
premarital sex.  I'll just feel better.  That's all."

   "Whatever" drawled Megan, rolling her eyes like a typical teenager.

   The problem was, she WAS a typical teenager.  Inside she was about to
burst.  She wasn't worried about some rapist.  She was worried about Tommy
Valderburg, the second string quarterback she'd been exchanging hot kisses
with after practice for the last month.  Those kisses were making her get
strange and wonderful feelings between her legs, and, for the first time in
her young life, she was beginning to think a LOT about sex.

  
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   "Hi Frank" said Valerie to her friendly neighborhood Pharmacist.

   "Good afternoon Mrs.  Hudson," said Frank, "What can I do for you
today?"

   "I need a refill on my birth control pills." she said, distracted by a
lovely display of sunglasses on the counter.

   "No problem Mrs.  Hudson" said Frank.  "I just got a new shipment in
today.  They're the new generic kind, and they're a little less expensive."

   "Oh, good, because I have another prescription here for my daughter."

   "I'll mark the backs of them differently so the two of you don't get
them mixed up." said Frank helpfully.

  
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   Valerie spent the next three days making sketches, trying to get an idea
of how she wanted to pose Robby.  Friday night arrived and she relaxed,
taking a nice long bubble bath and drinking wine while she watched TV.  She
had on her favorite silk robe, the one that caressed her body so sensually
when she was naked under it, like tonight.

   She heard the front door open and close.  Robby was home.  For some
reason she was excited about the project.

   He came into the living room, where she was sprawled on the recliner,
her robe carelessly closed.  There was a lot of her naked legs showing and
a lot of cleavage as well.

   Robby looked at his mother and, in the dim light, saw someone else.  The
way she was lying was almost exactly like one of the pictures he'd
downloaded recently from a website called M.I.L.F.S.  of America.  And
there HAD been a lot of Mothers He'd Like To Fuck.  Her dark hair was
fanned out on the chair behind her head, and the dark reds in the robe made
her milky white skin almost glow in the dim light.  She was beautiful!

   He felt his prick begin to wake up.

   The beautiful woman on the chair spoke.  "Robby, you're back!  Good, I
want to get started."

   He shook his head.  It was his MOTHER, not some slutty M.I.L.F.  out
there in cyberland.

   "Yeah...  right." he said.  He was glad it was dark in the room.  He
didn't want her to see the lump in the front of his pants.

   She took him to the studio, which now had shades drawn tightly.  She had
erected a platform, made of pine boards, and there was a short plastic
column standing on one side, on top of a plinth.  It looked vaguely Roman
to him.

   "OK, take your clothes off and stand by the column." said his mother,
while she was moving things around on the easel.

   "What?" he responded.

   He'd been watching the way the robe showed off her long slim legs.  The
knot holding the robe together was only loosely tied and it was open from
the top clear down to her belly button.  He was having trouble looking at
her as his mother, instead of as a woman.  He shook his head again.  He
thought she'd said he had to take his clothes off.

   "I said take your clothes off and stand by the column." she said.  "I'm
painting you nude."

   "No way!" he gulped.

   "Way" his mother said.  She pointed at the platform with her brush.

   "But Mom, you'll see me naked!" he gasped.

   "What in the world is wrong with you?" she said, turning to look at him.
"I'm your mother.  I've seen you naked ever since you wiggled your way out
of me in that hospital."

   Robby suddenly had a vivid picture in his mind of his mother, stark
naked, lying on a hospital bed, her belly swollen huge because of him.  She
had her legs spread and had this look of expectation on her face, waiting
for him.

   It was the most erotic thing he'd thought of in a long time.  His cock
went to full stiff instantly.

   "No, really Mom, I can't.  um...  I have this...  problem." he moaned.
In his shock he'd forgotten to keep his groin covered, and Valerie's eyes
immediately saw his 'problem'.

   "Oh, you poor baby" she cooed.  "Did some naughty girl get you all
worked up and then leave you high and dry?"

   She used her talking-to-a-five-year-old-voice.  Robby didn't know if she
was making fun of him or not.  On just the possibility that she didn't
realize it was SHE who was the naughty girl in question, he said "Yeah...
something like that."

   Valerie wanted to laugh, but she knew it would hurt his feelings. 
Imagine, her little boy with an erection.  "Well, you don't have to worry
about that.  Mommy has seen lots of erections, so you don't need to feel
shy.  Now, come on.  I want to get the preliminary sketch-in done tonight."

   Robby thought hard.  Obviously his mother didn't realize that SHE was
the cause of his boner.  So as long as she thought it was for some other
girl he was OK.  He took off his T shirt and unbuttoned his jeans.  When he
dropped them his briefs stood out four inches as the tip of his cock tried
to tear a hole through them.  He hooked his thumbs in the waistband and
started to push them down.

   Valerie wasn't exactly watching her son disrobe.  But she wasn't exactly
NOT watching either.  When he dropped his jeans she took in a breath.  He
was a lot bigger under there than she thought he would be.

   When WAS the last time she'd seen her son's penis?  She thought and
thought, and decided it was when he was ten or eleven, before he even had
any hair.  She turned her head to watch as he slid his underwear down.

   When he stepped out of them and stood up she felt her knees go weak.

   What was she thinking?  He wasn't a little boy any more.  That was no
little boy penis.  That part of him was all man.  She almost panicked as
she felt her pussy weep slick moisture.  She hadn't had a cock in over four
months and her pussy wanted one BAD!  It did when she saw this one anyway.

   It wasn't at all like Phil's.  Phil had a club, small at the tip, but
getting larger all the way back until it was as big around as her wrist at
the base.  Robby's was long and slim, pointed at the end where the foreskin
was missing.  It looked like some kind of viper, looking at her, albeit
with only one eye.  It jutted out of a thick nest of black hair that looked
springy and soft.

   Valerie coughed and turned away as she found herself envisioning her
lips and nose bouncing off of that nest of hair.  What in the world was she
thinking?  This was her son!  She realized she was breathing deeply and
tried to control herself.  Robby just stood there, uncertainly.

   "Well" she was finally able to articulate.  "I guess you're a bigger boy
than I thought.  That must be one heck of a girl." Suddenly her whole body
shook, almost like a dog drying off after a dip in the river.  "OK... 
well...  get up on the dais and stand by the column.  Drape one arm over
the top of it."

   Her eyes narrowed as he turned and climbed the one step.  He was nothing
but muscle!  Even his ass cheeks tensed and rippled as he lifted one foot
to climb the step and then transferred his weight onto it.  He turned,
under the hair light she had fixed in place on the ceiling.  That cast his
face in the shadows, but highlighted the muscles on his arms and chest.

   It also highlighted his erection.

   It took her five tries to get anything even remotely like what she had
envisioned before she started.  For some reason, all her sketches ended up
with the roughly drawn amorphous figure having a fairly detailed and
obvious boner.  That wasn't her plan at all.  She had planned on painting
her son with a normal flaccid penis that would be de-emphasized by
strategically placed leaves from a plant she planned on "putting" on the
top of the column.  What she wanted to stand out was the muscle definition
on the chest, arms and thighs.

   It took the whole hour just to get one finished sketch and transfer it
to a canvas.  His erection never flagged even half an inch the whole time.

   "That's gotta be some girl" she thought to herself as she told him they
were finished for the night and he could go to bed.

   Without thinking, she gave her son a hug good night.

   Valerie was a tall woman.  That loosely tied silk robe of hers did
nothing whatsoever to keep his long, firm cock from sliding between the
opening and then between her legs.  She jerked as it grazed her still damp
pussy lips.

   "Oh Mom" he said, horrified.  "I'm so sorry." He pulled back.  The top
of his penis was shiny where her juices had transferred to it.

   "Don't be silly" she said, her voice husky with emotion.  "It was an
accident.  Go on to bed.  You have school tomorrow."

   Two hours later both of them were still awake.  Both were lying in dark
rooms.  Each wanted to masturbate, but neither of them was willing to do
it. Robby wouldn't do it because he thought he was a pervert.  All he could
think of was the feel of his mother's hot, slick pussy lips on his penis.
Valerie wouldn't do it because she felt too guilty that she was thinking of
her son's prick, and the feel of it sliding across her vulva.

   It took them another hour to finally fall asleep.

   The next day, while the children were in school, Valerie worked on the
sketch and put down some base colors.  She roughed in the plant that would
almost cover the model's penis.  She thought seriously about going out and
buying a plant with large leaves that she could actually cover him with. 
She was just stubborn enough to decide not to.

   It was their second night, and it started with the sexual tension high.
The previous night had left both of them unsatisfied, though neither of
them would have been able to identify that as the reason for the level of
suppressed excitement in the studio.  Robby had stripped in his room and
put on his robe to walk through the house to the studio.  Just the
anticipation of standing nude in front of his mother was making his cock
get hard.

   By the time he got into the studio and went to the platform, he was
fully erect.  Valerie, for her part, had also unconsciously prepared for
her session with her son by putting on her silk robe again over her
otherwise naked body.  She hadn't had any wine yet, but she had a glass in
her hand as she came into the room.  Her eyes flickered to her son,
standing quietly on the platform beside the white column.  When he saw her
looking, he dropped his robe, like he was trying to wait as long as
possible to let her see him naked again.

   Valerie felt her stomach lurch.  Her little boy seemed to have a
perpetual erection.  "Have you been thinking about that girl again?" she
said, her voice low.

   "Yes, Mother, I have" he said, truthfully.

   "She must be very beautiful" said his mother.

   "She is" said Robby simply.

   Valerie picked up her brush and began to make delicate strokes.  "And
has she seen you...  naked?"

   She stopped painting.  Why on earth had she asked him that?  She looked
at him, expecting to see him getting angry at her prying.  Instead he was
standing just as before, his face calm.

   "Yes, she has." he said quietly.

   Valerie felt another lurch in her stomach and moisture began to seep
into her pussy.  She couldn't resist asking another question.

   "And you've...  seen her too?"

   "No." he said tersely.

   "So you've never..." she trailed off, embarrassed now to be prying, and
to care so much what his answer would be.

   "No, Mom, I'm still a virgin, if that's what you meant." he sighed.

   "I'm sorry honey.  I didn't mean to pry.  It's just a mommy thing, I
guess.  I know you don't want to talk about your sex life with your
mother." She began to paint again.

   She was surprised to hear him say "Actually, it doesn't bother me that
much.  I thought it would, but standing here with a hardon in front of my
mother, it doesn't seem all that strange to talk about that stuff."

   "Oh." she said.  "Well, thank you.  It means a lot to me to be able to
talk to my children."

   "What else do you want to know?" he asked.

   She painted for a while, working on his shoulder.  The light just wasn't
what she wanted.  "Well, since you asked, when you think about this girl...
the one that makes you like that" she pointed her brush at his manly
erection, " don't you ever...  you know...  take care of it?"

   Now he did flush along his upper chest and face.  But he took a breath
and responded.  "Well...  um...  sure, sometimes."

   "Does she ever do it for you?" asked his mother.  She stepped forward
with one foot, to lower the shoulder of the arm she was painting with and
one slim white leg slipped through the closure of her robe.  He could now
see her leg clear up to her thigh.

   "No" he grunted.  In his mind's eye he saw his mothers slim long
painter's fingers stroking his cock.  He felt the soothing balm of precum
begin to inch it's way through his prick.  What was he going to do it if
made it all the way out?  He tensed, trying to close off his penis.  All
that did was make it bob up and then back down.

   Valerie saw the bobbing boner.  "But you want her to, don't you?"

   Robby gritted his teeth.  "Yeah, I have to admit I do."

   Valerie missed that odd phrasing.  She missed it because, in HER mind's
eye, Valerie saw her own fingers grasp his thick stalk and slide up and
down as she brought her lips to the tip to kiss it.

   Her hand trembled, ruining a brush stroke and she put the brush down. 
She reached for the wine glass and took a sip.  Her shaking hand caused the
wine to slip past the corners of her lips and cascade down onto her bare
cleavage.

   "Damn!" she said, putting the glass down and leaning forward.  She
didn't want the wine to stain her silk robe.  She pulled the edges of the
robe apart and looked for something to wipe it off her skin with.  She
didn't think about the fact she was showing Robby all of the insides of her
breasts.

   "Robby, honey...  get me a towel or something please." she said.  He
jumped down from the platform and reached for a rag on the table nearby. 
She watched his penis bounce and sway as he walked toward her.  She was so
mesmerized by the sight that she didn't pay any attention when he offered
her the rag.

   Because of that, Robby assumed she wanted him to wipe up the wine.

   He reached between her breasts and dabbed gently at the pale stain.

   Valerie was so shocked at his touch that she just froze.  She felt the
cloth caressing the insides of both breasts and a groan began in the bottom
of her lungs.  Her hands pulled the cloth farther apart and one nipple
popped into view.  She heard her son's intake of breath as the stiff point
was exposed.

   Now he pressed the rag lower, following the runnel of wine that had gone
clear to her abdomen.  Her hands followed his, spreading the robe until
they hit the knot that was all that kept him from seeing the rest of her.
Her fingers twitched, wanting to do untie that knot, but she wasn't wearing
panties, and she was afraid of what he would think if she bared that part
of her.

   "That's fine" she gasped, trying to regain control of her voice.  "I'll
get the rest...  thank you." Her hand reached for the rag and her skin
touched his.  She felt an almost electric spark.  His skin felt hot.

   Then, feeling more secure in her body now that this man wasn't touching
it, she unthinkingly pulled at the loose end of the knot.  The knot fell
open and her robe parted, as her hand, with the rag, began to descend to
where the wine was now dripping through where her pubic hair should have
been.

   It wasn't there to catch the wine, however, because she kept that shaved
off.  She realized what she'd done as the cloth slid down her stomach
toward her pussy.  Her eyes darted to her son's face to find his mouth
hanging open as his eyes followed that rag.  Her pussy spritzed as the rag
caught up with the leading edge of the wine, stopping it just above where
her now wet pussy lips pooched out from between her legs.

   Basically, she was pointing at her pussy as her son watched.

   Her eyes darted next to his cock, still iron hard, still standing out
proudly from that thick black bush of hair.  But now, there was a long,
milky colored drip of what she was quite positive was precum...  hanging
from the tip.

   She shuddered.  It took every single scrap of self control for her to
close her robe and say "I'm sorry, Robby, I shouldn't have let you see me
like that."

   With an audible gulp, Robby staggered backward a step.  The long drip of
precum waved around briefly and then broke loose and dropped to the floor.

   "S'Ok Mom" he slurred as he swallowed again.  "I didn't really see
anything" he lied.

   Valerie managed to begin painting again, but her strokes were erratic.
Her mind was on fire.  Robby's prick had obviously responded to her body
when the wine dripped on her.  Again she fantasized about her hands on his
cock as her lips got closer and closer, until they slid over the head of
his cock and he squirted in her mouth.  Her pussy was so wet she could feel
her moisture begin running down her leg.

   "Excuse me." she said, her voice rough with passion.  "I have to go to
the bathroom."

   She went into her bathroom and got a wad of toilet tissue to dry her
pussy lips with.  As soon as she touched herself, though, she knew she
needed relief.  Instead of drying her pussy, she slid one long finger into
her wet sheath and pressed the base of that finger against her aching
clitty.

   She came almost immediately, and the orgasm was so hard that her knees
bent and she ended up squatting on the floor as her pussy dripped its
essence into a small pool.  She felt light headed and tilted backwards, her
buttocks hitting the floor and her head hitting the door with a resounding
thunk.  Her orgasm wasn't even over yet, and she moaned, as she lay back
against the door, her legs splayed open, her finger still stuck in her.

   "Mom?" she heard through the thin door.  "Are you OK?"

   "YES!" she barked.  The last thing she needed was her son pushing his
way into the bathroom and finding her like this.  "I just...  stumbled
dear" she yelled, still gasping for air.  "I'll be out in a minute."

   She got shakily to her feet and leaned against the counter.  Her new
birth control pills were lying next to her hand, on the counter.  "How
appropriate" she thought, as she realized she had just gotten off thinking
about a man's penis.  The fact that that penis was her own son's didn't
bother her half as much as the idea that she could be so horny with her
husband only gone so few months.

   She took one of her new pills and popped it in her mouth.  It was silly,
but she seemed to feel better immediately.

   When she finally calmed down and was breathing normally, Valerie went
back outside to face her son.  He was sitting on the edge of the platform,
elbows on his knees, head in his hands.  For once his cock was not rock
hard.  It had softened enough to hang down, a thick meaty thing dangling
between his legs, pushed out a little by balls that were suddenly much more
noticeable, because their hairy fullness made a bed for his penis.

   He looked up, his eyes troubled.  "I heard noises.  I thought you were
hurt."

   "I'm sorry sweetie" she cooed at him.  "I just banged the door with my
elbow when I tripped over the bath mat."

   They spent another 30 minutes working.  She had tied her robe more
tightly, and his prick stayed mostly soft.

   Chapter 2A

   Valerie told Robby to go to bed.  She was tired too, and relaxed from
her bathroom masturbatory session.  When she got to bed herself, she
surrendered again and allowed herself one more orgasm, achieved more
slowly.

   It was painfully sweet.

   The harder she tried to block it out, the more clearly she imagined her
little boy's not-so-little penis while she came.

   Two rooms away, Robby's fist flogged his cock frantically, the vision of
his mother's open robe and pooching pussy lips clearly in his mind.  It was
those lips his cock had touched the night before.  With a long groan of
delayed satisfaction, his balls emptied themselves through his cock in
gut-wrenching spasms.

   The next day was Saturday and Valerie woke up refreshed from two orgasms
and a good sleep.  She worried a little about those orgasms.  She knew it
was wrong to lust after her own son, but it was harmless, wasn't it?  What
could happen?  He obviously had a girlfriend who made him crazy.  True,
he'd seen his own mother's pussy, and that delicious string of precum had
dripped out, but that nonsense she'd thought...  that the precum was
because of his own mother...  what rubbish.  Surely he'd been thinking
about that girl, whoever she was.  She made a note to find out who this
mystery girl was.  She wanted to see the girl who had so obviously captured
the heart of her first born.

   Her opportunity came as she was eating breakfast and Megan slowly walked
into the kitchen, wearing her big fluffy pink bunny slippers and a T shirt
Valerie recognized as one of Robby's when he was several years younger. 
Megan was rubbing her eyes.  "Morning Mommy" she said.

   "Hi, sweetheart.  Have some breakfast.  Can I get you something?"

   "I just want some cereal" said her daughter.  She got a bowlful and sat
down with the milk and a spoon.

   Valerie tried not to sound like she was interrogating her daughter.  "I
hear Robby has a girlfriend.  He's never mentioned her to me.  Who is she?"

   Megan looked up from her bowl, her mouth full of Chocolate Krispies. 
Between chews she said "What girlfriend?  He doesn't have a girl friend."

   Valerie was taken aback.  "Sure he does.  All teenage boys have a
girlfriend." Megan chewed and then said "Not Robby.  We ride to school
together and come home from practice together.  If he was involved with a
girl I'd know about it.  Besides, he doesn't have time for a girlfriend. 
And he doesn't have a job.  Has he asked you for money to go out on dates?"

   Valerie sat quietly.  All that made a lot of sense.  "What about when he
goes out?  Couldn't he meet a girl then?"

   "Sure, but he always goes out with Chip and Dustin.  There's girls there
- Dustin has a girl friend I think - but it's different girls.  They aren't
exactly 'dates' mom."

   "And he hasn't mentioned any girl?  Said one looked really good or
something?" Megan went back to eating.  "Nope.  I've been thinking he might
be gay or something." She said it so matter-of-factly that Valerie
completely missed the sly little grin on her face.

   Valerie choked on the milk she had just begun to swallow.  Could his
erections have been about a BOY instead of a girl?  This was every mother's
worst nightmare.  What was she going to do?

   Megan drained the milk from her bowl by drinking from the bowl itself.
"Can I go over to Sheryl's house?  There are some cheers we want to work
on."

   "Sure honey" said a distracted Valerie.  "I'm going to be doing some
painting today, so I don't need any distractions.

   Megan moved out of the kitchen in a more lively fashion than she'd come
in.  Valerie got dressed, putting on a halter top and some running shorts.
She was back in the kitchen, washing dishes when Megan came through on her
way out.  She was now awake and bouncy as she kissed her mother's cheek and
said she'd be back by supper.  Then Robby came into the kitchen.  When he
saw his mother he almost turned around and left.  He felt pretty guilty for
beating off thinking about his mother's pussy the night before.  At least
she wasn't wearing that damn robe.  She turned around and saw him.  He felt
even worse as her face lit up in a gorgeous smile.  "Hi sweetheart" she
said, "Want some breakfast before we get started?"

   He went to the refrigerator and opened it.

   "Don't drink from the carton dear" his mother said automatically, as he
lifted it to his lips.  He looked.  She wasn't even looking at him.  How
did mothers DO that?  Could they be mind readers?  He didn't think so.  If
she could read his mind, she'd be calling the police to come get him right
now, because all he could think about was all that skin between her
breasts, and that wonderful soft, warm pussy he just KNEW would feel SO
good wrapped around his pulsing cock.

   Damn.

   There it went again.  He just HAD to stop thinking about this.  He felt
like he might be stiff for the rest of his life.

   "You sure you don't want something?" asked the object of his desire.  "I
could whip you up some pancakes."

   "No" he mumbled.  "I'm not very hungry."

   Valerie's mother senses went on alert.  Seventeen year old boys just
weren't 'not hungry'.  Something was bothering him.  Was he gay?  Was he
afraid she would find out he was gay?  What was she going to do?

   "Well then," she said in a voice she hoped sounded light hearted. 
"Shall we repair to the studio and create fine art?"

   He just stood up and turned toward the room he had begun to feel afraid
of.

   Valerie's body did a self check as certain hormones were injected into
her bloodstream.  In the center of her body, where they were well
protected, her ovaries received the signal to do what they were intended to
do.  Finding no physical or chemical reason not to, they each selected an
egg from their stores, pulsed, and sent the eggs toward the only opening
available to them.  The eggs began their short journey down the fallopian
tubes to the uterus, where they hoped they would meet many handsome,
interesting and sturdy sperm cells.  Had the eggs been able to say so, they
would have told an interested observer they planned on letting only the
strongest and most handsome sperm cell into their inner sanctum.  Those
eggs wanted to reproduce.

   Robby dropped his robe.  His mother HAD to know that the average boy
didn't have a boner every single time he got naked in front of his mother.

   Valerie sighed as his erection was revealed.  She felt her pussy react
and her nipples tingled.  Surely that beautiful stiff thing couldn't be for
another boy.  She picked up her brush.

   "Robby?" she said.  "Tell me about the girl...  the one who makes you...
excited like that."

   Robby was an intelligent guy, but this caught him off guard.  His basic
response was "Huh?"

   "You know.  What's she like?  Is she tall?  I know she must be gorgeous
to affect you that way.  Won't you even tell me her name?"

   Robby was in a panic.  "Um...  I can't, Mom."

   "What do you mean you can't?  Why couldn't you tell me your girl
friend's name?" "Well, she's not my girlfriend." he blurted out.

   "So there's a girl out there, who has seen you naked, and who you are so
infatuated with that you think of her all the time, and who affects you so
strongly that whenever you think of her you get erect." Valerie stopped
painting and stared at her son.  "But she's not your girlfriend, and you
won't tell me her name."

   Robby, thinking he was saying it under his breath, said "Shit, shit,
shit."

   Valerie heard him say it and her worst fears were confirmed.  "You're
gay aren't you Robby." she said, her voice flat and emotionless.

   Robby's jaw dropped.  "WHAT!?" he said "MOM!  WHAT ARE YOU TALKING
ABOUT?"

   Valerie stared, not because his whole chest and face blazed red, but
because his erection wilted like magic.  One minute it was stiff and proud,
and the next it was limply flaccid, pointing at the ground.

   "Mom!  Who told you I was gay?  I am NOT gay Mom.  Why did you say
that?"

   Valerie didn't know what to think.  Something wasn't right here, but she
didn't know what it was.  "Robby, honey, nobody told me you were gay.  It's
just that you're being so secretive about...  whoever it is...  that is
affecting you so much.  Sweetie I'm not trying to pry, but you're my son,
my baby, and I love you so much.  I just wanted to know something about
the...  person...  who you obviously are excited by." Robby gave a sigh of
relief.  She didn't actually THINK he was gay, but because he wouldn't name
names she got off on the wrong track.  Maybe he could salvage the situation
after all.

   "OK, look.  It's just weird talking to my mother about why I have a
hardon, OK?  But it's NOT because of some GUY!  OK?  Let's get that
straight right now!"

   Valerie felt terrible.  "OK, sweetie.  Never mind, OK?  Let's just
forget this happened.  Now stand up straight, like before." She picked up
her brush again.

   Robby didn't think he was off the hook yet.  "OK, I CAN tell you this.
She's a woman.  And she's really nice and I love her a lot.  But she
doesn't know about...  about how she affects me.  And I don't want her to
find out because she'd be embarrassed.  And so would I.  And I guess that's
why I didn't want to say anything, because it's kind of a secret."

   Robby was very proud of himself.  He was just sure he had given her
enough information to convince her he wasn't a homo, but not enough that
she'd be able to figure out it was her he was talking about.

   Robby, however, didn't take into account the fact that his mother was
very intelligent.  He had said three things that caused red flags and
sirens to go off in her mind.  He had characterized his mystery love as 'a
woman', not as a girl.  further he had said he loved her.  Finally he was
worried about embarrassment if anyone found out he loved this woman.

   So she knew it was no mere girl who inflamed her son's passions so much
that every single time she saw him naked he had an erection.  Her mind
churned.  What women did he know?  He mowed Mrs.  Jenkins' lawn three doors
down, but there was no way in the world he felt that way about Marge
Jenkins.  She didn't even think MISTER Jenkins felt that way about Marge.

   She realized he was waiting for some kind of comment from her.  She
thought furiously about how to get more information.  "Well, it must be
hard on you.  You see her every day?" Maybe it was one of his teachers.

   "Yeah" he said.  "But I don't mind.  Really.  I shouldn't even feel this
way about her." Robby was talking more to himself than to his mother.  That
was a mistake.  Valerie ticked off teachers in her mind.  All male.  Robby
didn't have any women teachers this year.  Her mind flitted to Megan and
she dismissed that almost immediately.  Robby would never call Megan a
'woman'.

   Then, in the pit of her stomach, like a small animal that had been
swallowed and was trying to gnaw its way out, a suspicion began to form.

   He saw HER every day.

   SHE had seen him naked, but he hadn't seen her naked.  Well, he'd seen
her ALMOST naked, when that wine spilled, but technically she wasn't naked.
He loved HER very much.  She knew he loved her.

   He didn't want this woman to know he lusted after her because it would
embarrass her.  Of COURSE he'd think his mother would be horrified if he
admitted he lusted after her.  Boys in today's world just weren't allowed
to love their mothers in that way.  THAT she understood perfectly.  His
comment about how he shouldn't feel that way fit with that too!

   Could it be?  Was it possible that her handsome son, whom SHE lusted
after, felt the SAME WAY about HER?

   Suddenly she felt jittery, antsy, unable to stand still.  Images flashed
through her mind...  images of hot torrid sex...  her body crushed under
his...  long passionate kisses and the feel of maleness...  inside her.

   Her pussy gushed.  She actually HEARD liquid sounds coming from her
running shorts.  She'd put them on without panties, and she knew there was
a dark, wet spot developing between her legs at that very instant.

   "Wait...  there" she gasped.  "Gotta pee." She staggered toward the
bathroom and took refuge behind the door.  She leaned against it and
breathed deeply.  She felt flushed and nervous.  She looked down and saw
the wet spot she knew she'd see.  She looked around frantically.  There was
nothing to change into.

   Then she saw the robe, her silk robe.  Hurriedly she untied her halter
top and, naked, slipped into the robe.  She splashed water on her face and
throat, getting her breathing under control.  She pulled the robe open, not
quite enough to bare her nipples.  She tried to walk out of the bathroom
like nothing had happened.

   She heard him mutter, under his breath again: "On no...  not the robe."

   She walked to the easel and picked up her brush.  "OK, sorry, we can go
on now." She looked up at her son.

   He stood there.  He was rock hard again.  He looked miserable.

   There are lots of turning points in our lives.  They come and go every
day.

   Sometimes we notice them, and sometimes they slip past without our even
realizing that we had a chance to change things forever...  but didn't.

   Valerie Hudson didn't exactly DECIDE to change her life.  It was more
like a feather in the wind, that has control over where it goes only
insofar as it has weight, and tries to drop straight down, but cannot.  Had
there been a third party there to stop her, and reason with her, and remind
her of all the options she had, she might have chosen not to change her
life.

   But the wind that was loneliness, and four months of lying in an empty
bed, and the wind that was her hot blooded nature, and the wind that was
her handsome, loving son, became as a warm summer breeze to the feather
that was Valerie Hudson.  She was nudged off her course just enough that
her life took a completely new direction.

   The first thing she did was close the blinds.

   Heavy drapes were then pulled over them, pitching the room into
darkness.

   Valerie floated across the floor on bare feet and her finger flipped a
switch.  The hair light came on directly above Robby.  Next Valerie moved
back to the bathroom.  She reached for the bottle of baby oil she kept in
the corner of the sink.

   Her gaze flitted across her packet of birth control pills.  Without
pause she popped one through the foil backing and swallowed it.  Smiling,
she went back to the room where he naked son stood waiting.

   "I need more definition on your muscles" she said softly.  "I'm going to
put some baby oil on you to make you shiny."

   He moved and she said "No.  Just stand there.  I need to see the light
the way it will look when I paint."

   Robby didn't feel so good.  His mother, dressed in that damned robe, the
one that wouldn't stay closed, and which right now was showing him most of
her chest, was coming closer and closer to him.  And she was going to touch
him.  She wasn't just going to touch him, she was going to rub her hands on
him, spreading that oil on him.  He felt precum enter his stiff column.

   Valerie approached her son, stepping up on the platform with him.  She
was perhaps twenty-four inches away from him.  The hair light was directly
above them both now, and it was bright, casting his eyes in shadow.  She
looked at the bottle of baby oil.

   "I don't want my oily hands to get my robe dirty" she said, sensibly. 
Her hand flicked to the knot holding her robe together and it came undone.
With a shrug of her shoulders, she let the robe slip off her arms and, just
like that, she stood naked with her son under the light.

   Robby had seen all kinds of breasts.  Well, he'd seen pictures of all
kinds of breasts.  He'd seen pendulous, heavy breasts, and round balloon
looking breasts, and small mounds of breasts.  He'd seen teen breasts, and
mature breasts and even granny breasts on the internet.

   But he'd never seen anything like his mother's breasts.  Hers started
out at her body being round and heavy looking, but as they jutted out they
got pointed, and those pointy tips turned upward, like flowers looking
toward the sun.  The very tips were sharp spikes, made by brown hard
looking nipples that were so long you could hang a necklace on them and it
wouldn't fall off.  They were just gorgeous.  He looked down at them,
brightly lit by the light above, even though her face was in the shadows.
He could see down between them to her stomach, which was also in the
shadows, but which he could see was taut and flat.

   He felt the precum in his cock flow forward to the tip.  "Mom?" he
croaked.

   "Hush" she scolded gently.  She cupped her hand and squirted a pool of
baby oil in it.  Setting the bottle on top of the column next to Robby, she
rubbed her other hand into the pool.  Then she put her hands on his
shoulders and began rubbing the oil all over his shoulders and chest. 
Robby stood stiffly as her hands glided over his upper body.  She used both
hands on each of his arms.

   She began talking to him softly as she slid her hands over his firm
body. "This...  girl...  who excites you so much.  Is she really so
beautiful?"

   Robby knew that his prick was about ready to produce a drip of precum.
His cock ached and he wanted to touch it...  squeeze it.  He tried to
concentrate on his mother's voice.  "Yes" he said tersely.

   "And she won't...  help you?  With your problem, I mean."

   "It's not like that Mom.  I mean she can't."

   "Don't you think she wants to help you?" said his mother, her hands
slipping lower and coating his sides and stomach with oil.

   Robby was exquisitely aware of where each of her hands was.  "She
doesn't know I feel this way." he said through clenched teeth.

   "But if she DID know, she'd help you...  wouldn't she?" Valerie's hands
fell to the sides of his hips.  If she moved them around to his back,
they'd slide onto his buttocks.

   "Uhhh" groaned Robby.  "I don't know.  She can't" he repeated.

   "Let me just get your legs, dear." said Valerie as she knelt in front of
him.  Robby was terrified.  His mother's face was right in front of his
cock.  He stood rigidly, afraid to move.  He felt her hands sliding all
over his calves, and then moving upward.  She oiled his left thigh, her
hands sliding higher...  higher...  When she withdrew her hands to change
to his right thigh he gasped.  He didn't realize it but he was panting, as
if he'd run a mile or more.  Now she was at his right knee and her hands,
again, were moving upward...  higher...  higher...  if she went any higher
her fingers would hit his balls.

   He was in agony.

   Valerie stared at his penis, watching the precum ooze out of the tip as
she slid her hands sensually all over his legs.  Technically she was done.
He was covered in baby oil, and the light would make him look like Adonis.

   "If she loved you she would help you" said his mother.

   "Sheee caaaann't" groaned Robby.

   "I think she can" said his mother.

   Her earlier vision came to pass as she leaned forward, her mouth open.
She'd practiced with her husband and was proud of her ability to deep
throat.  So taking her son's cock into her throat was not work, or a chore
or anything other than her fantasy coming true.  Her lips kissed the tip
first, and then flowed around the head as her tongue flicked all around the
head.  Her lips kept going, though, slowly, inexorably inching down his
shaft until her nose was tickled by his springy dark hair.  Her hands slid
around to his buttocks and she cupped them, pulling him into her.  Then she
flexed the muscles normally used for swallowing and they squeezed the head
of his cock.

   Have you ever heard an old man, one who has a lot of pain walking, and
he makes it across a large room to a nice, deep soft chair?  Then he turns
around and levers himself into that chair, taking the load off his tired
bones and sore joints.  Then he makes a sort of a combination
sigh/moan/groan as he settles into the comfort of that chair.  It is a
sound of immense contentment and happiness.

   The only other thing that sounds like that is a young man in Robby's
situation.  As his unbelieving eyes watched his prick disappear into his
beautiful mother's mouth, his body bent backwards, making a bow.  He didn't
know what to do with his hands, and they waved at his sides as he began
making little disjointed sounds.

   Valerie began dragging her mouth off his cock, slowly, letting her lips
caress every inch of his hard flesh and sucking as she pulled off.  She had
to pull hard with her hands because he was leaning back too far.  When she
got to the tip she pulled back until her lips were just kissing the tip
again and then she reversed herself and swallowed him whole again.  She
heard his groan and he leaned forward again, into her advancing mouth. 
Keeping one hand firmly on his buttock, she let the other one slide around
until it was cupping his heavy balls and she lightly used her fingers to
move his balls around in their thick sack.

   Robby, who had been ready to spurt for an hour or more, gave a strangled
grunt and gave up trying to control his urge to cum.  "Ahh...  ahhh... 
Mom...  ahhhhh" was all he got out before his semen raced through his prick
and burst into his mother's mouth.  Immediately she pulled back until her
lips were closed just behind the head of his shaft and she sucked and
swallowed, then did it again, and again as his cock continued delivering
his pent up passion into her mouth.

   She kept her lips firmly clamped around him, twirling her tongue gently
over the head until he bent over forward and his hands slid into her hair.
She let his member slip out of her mouth and, licking her lips, she looked
up into her son's eyes.

   "If she loved you, she would do that for you."

   She stood up, no longer doubting or trying to "be normal".  She stood
tall and proud, her naked body flushed, happy with his warm spend in her
stomach.  Her hands came out and she positioned him back against the
column. Leaving her robe on the floor where it had fallen, she returned to
her easel as if nothing had happened and she picked up her brush.

   "That's much better" she said, beginning to paint.  "Do you feel better
darling?" "Oh fuck yes" he said automatically.  "Oh...  sorry Mom."

   "Good.  I'm glad I could help.  You look much more relaxed.  Tense the
muscles in your chest just a little.  Yes.  Good."

   She got more done in the next twenty minutes than she had in the whole
three previous days.  The painting was beginning to look a lot like her
son.

   Chapter 3A

   Two days passed before they painted again.  They were long long days for
both of them.  Neither could get out of their minds the "relief" Valerie
had provided that morning.  After they broke for lunch that day Valerie ran
errands, and she made a special effort to kiss her son goodbye on his cheek
when she left.  He slept, feeling completely relaxed for the first time in
days.  In the following days, both acted completely normally outside the
studio.  Valerie even had to scold him once for leaving his dirty clothes
lying around in the bathroom.

   Tuesday evening at supper she looked at Robby and asked if he had any
homework that night.

   "I have to write a poem for English" he said.  "It's supposed to be free
form, no rhyming or anything.  I can't think of anything to write about. 
But that's all I have to do tonight." He leaned forward and anyone involved
in psychology or the study of body language would have pointed at him and
said "He's displaying extreme interest in what he thinks is going to happen
next."

   "Well, do you think you could give me an hour then, after you get your
poem done?" Robby thought of what he could do...  with his mother...  for
an hour and his prick stiffened.  He also felt his cheeks get hot.  "Um...
yeah, I could do that."

   "Good, because ever since Saturday I've been wanting to do...  more."

   Robby felt a little faint.  "More." he repeated.

   "Yes...  more." said his mother.

   He got up and went to his room, where he tried to think about his
homework assignment.  How could he possibly write a poem when all he could
think about was his mother's body?  The curve of her breasts, with their
up-looking nipples, looking like tiny ski jumps or something.

   He stiffened.  Wait a minute...  what if...

   He sat down and picked up his pencil.

   Thirty minutes later he laid the pencil down, undressed, put on his
robe, and went to find his mother.  She was in the living room, wearing her
robe.  This time it didn't bother Robby to see her in it.

   "I'm done." he said.  "We can paint now."

   She got up and stretched.  The robe was tied tightly, but her breasts
thrust out, pushing the silk toward him.  "What did you write your poem
about?" she asked, as she began walking toward the studio.

   "The woman." he said.

   She stopped and turned around.  "The woman who...  you think about when
we paint?" She was looking at him through lowered lashes.

   "Yes." he answered.

   "I think I'd like to hear that poem.  Would you read it to me?" She
sounded uncertain, her voice husky.

   "Yes." His voice was firm.

   "Well then...  bring it with you." She turned and went on.

   Robby already had it in the pocket of his robe.  He followed her.

   When he got to the studio she was already behind the easel, looking at
the painting.  He dropped his robe and went to stand by the column.  The
hair light was on, so he could see the words easily.  She could also see
that he was half erect easily.

   "I thought of her tonight and...  remembered." he announced, naming the
poem.

   "I closed my eyes, but my vision failed to dim.  She was there,
standing...  and I could not un-see her.  Her eyes, so dark, her skin so
pale, her hair...  gossamer.  She was the very picture of beauty.

   She looked at me...  and I could not hide my faults.  And yet, her eyes
began to shine with the light of the stars.  And she smiled.  At me.  For
me.  She loved me, and her open arms allowed me to love her back.

   Her touch, feather light, hovering, unsure, but there, made passion
bloom, like cactus after a rain, explodes into life.  And I was consumed as
if by the stars in her eyes, As if they came close and burned me to
nothingness.

   I thought of her tonight and...  remembered, the passion that changed my
life forever.  And if there never were another night like that, I should
surely die a happy, happy man, floating through eternity in the stream of
her love."

   He felt empty when he was done.  He'd never written anything like this
before, and he wasn't sure at all that he'd done what he was supposed to.
But he'd thought of the woman he loved, and written what he thought, or
something like what he thought.  The images and words had spilled onto the
paper.  The biggest problem he had was that he felt like he had to set the
passionate incident at night.  Morning sounded wrong somehow.  In the end
he just stood up and folded the paper, hoping for the best.

   He was afraid to look at her.  He felt a little silly.

   But he was ROCK hard.

   The emotion which Robby's 'poem' generated in his audience resulted in
chemical changes within her body.  Hormones were released into her
bloodstream, and those effected parts of her body in various ways.  There
were small unconscious tremors that took place.  The tissues that lined her
vagina became ultra sensitive.  Her nipples puckered and then swelled as
blood rushed to them.  Her clitoris enlarged perceptibly and began to
protrude from the skin that normally shielded it from direct stimulation.
Her breathing rate increased, because more oxygenated blood was needed to
service all the parts of her body that had suddenly awakened and needed
that oxygen.

   Coincident to all these things happening, the egg produced by her left
ovary approached within an inch of her womb.  It was now in reach of any
sperm cells that might be present in that part of her body.

   Valerie laid her paintbrush down.  Her hand was trembling.  She stared
at the man her son had become.

   Passion is an interesting thing because it is so nebulous.  It's
difficult to create passion intentionally.  It can be allowed to happen, or
a situation can be created where the potential for passion is high, but
normally passion just can't be 'turned on'.

   Normally.

   And passion comes in different varieties.  An erection is one type of
passion, and that is passion in the 'here and now'.  It is a clear and
present sign that, at that moment, passion is present.  Valerie knew that,
and had responded to it when she took his erection in her mouth.  That
variety of passion could be...  and was...  consumed as they shared it
between them.

   But poetry such as Robby had written, regardless of the quality of the
words, comes from a variety of passion that cannot be consumed, that, for
all intents and purposes, flows in the body like blood, suffusing every
part of it.  It communicates, rather than acting and instead of abating
with use, it grows until it fills the body to bursting.  This type of
passion has been known to drive men...  and women...  utterly mad.

   It can also trigger the other variety of passion.

   Robby's communication of his passion triggered something in Valerie that
she had felt only once before in her life, and that was when she gave
herself to the man who became her husband.  That night had been the first
time she felt like her body would explode if she didn't do something to
satisfy the need inside her.  She'd allowed him to do things to her that
night that she hadn't planned on, but needed more than anything else in the
world.

   She found herself staring at her son's stiff prick.

   "This...  woman." she began, stepping away from the easel.  He hand
hovered over the knot holding her robe closed.  "She is very lucky that you
feel...  so strongly for her."

   Roby felt relief and strength flood his body.  "I love her" he said. 
Valerie stepped closer to him, her fingers flicking at the knot.  "And if
you could...  if it were possible for you to show her...  what would you
do?"

   The knot fell apart, and her robe opened a hand's width.  She was
clearly naked under the robe.  The light glinted on something shiny between
her legs, high up on her thighs.

   Robby, after what had happened before, felt no trace of hesitance.  "I
would make love to her."

   "But you said you've never...  done that." said his mother.

   "How hard can it be?" he said, stepping down from the dais.

   "Perhaps if you...  showed me...  what you'd do if...  she let you."
Valerie licked her lips.  Her throat was dry.  "I could give you... 
advice."

   Robby was a big boy.  He knew his sister was at her friend's house, and
would be for some time.  Now the passion that flowed in his veins began to
surface.  He reached out and nudged the robe off both her shoulders.  With
her arms straight at her sides if fell as if filled with lead.  She was so
beautiful he almost lost it right then and there, but he clamped down on
his emotions.  He picked her up, like a groom who is carrying his bride
over the threshold and took her to her bed.

   Through it all she said nothing, could say nothing.  Her throat was too
tight, her breath gone.  When he laid her down on the bed she stared at
him. They were frozen for one moment in time, a last chance to avoid what
they both knew was coming.

   She found her voice.  "Show me" she whispered.

   Now his passion filled him to overflowing.  She barely got her legs open
in invitation and he was on her, like a lion on a lamb.  The speed with
which he found her opening and slotted his prick astonished her.  Then he
powered forward, skewering her in one thrust.

   She cried out at the force with which he entered her, the surprise of
being full so suddenly, and the fact that her pussy had felt nothing in it
bigger than her finger for four months.  She felt like the tip of his cock
was prodding her diaphragm and found it hard to breathe.  That she was
literally sopping wet made all the difference between what could have been
a very bad thing, and the unleashing of her own wild passion.  And then,
just as suddenly he was the one crying out, an anguished "Noooooo" as she
felt his seed explode into her depths.  Her passion exploded at the feel of
that heat and her orgasm caused her to thrust against him, almost
dislodging him from her pussy's clasp.

   He slowed and she felt the splash of a tear on her chest as he cried
with shame at his lack of control.  Her hands grasped the sides of his head
and she pulled him down for a long, wet kiss.

   "Keep going" she whispered.  "You aren't anywhere near done yet.  Trust
me."

   His eyes widened as he realized he was still hard, not perhaps made of
steel any longer, but perfectly capable of going on.  He'd seen porn
flicks, so he began sawing in and out of her, his loins slapping hers on
the down stroke.  Her hands grasped his ass and held him when he hit
bottom, pulling his hips into a half circle and pushing him back out again,
only to pull him back to her.  He got the idea immediately and started
doing that on every down stroke.

   "Ohh yes" she moaned.

   That simple statement brought the steel back into his prick and he began
to emphasize the circle while he was deep inside her.  His muscles bulged
as he pinned her to the bed over and over.  He saw her breasts wiggle as he
pounded her and leaned down to taste one pointed nipple.  "Ohhhh fuck
yesss" she moaned again, her hands moving to his head now, not needed any
more on his ass.

   She was close to another sweet release and she grunted "Bite it".  He
did and she screamed, thrusting her hips up wildly, her head flopping back
and forth, hair flying as her passion erupted again.  Through it all he
kept pounding her into the bed.

   When she relaxed, he slowed, going in and staying there, making little
circles as the tip of his prick nudged something rubbery deep inside her.

   "Ohhh Robby, baby" she sighed.  "Can you go a little longer?"

   "Yes" he said, and kept massaging whatever that was deep inside her.  It
felt good massaging the tip of his cock.

   Valerie began to use her muscles to squeeze him, and she began to use
her fingernails, sliding them across his back.  And she pulled him down for
long kisses where they dueled with their tongues.  Still he stayed deep,
moving in circles.

   "It's going to happen to me again" she moaned.

   "Good" he panted.  "Cause it's going to happen to me again too, really
soon."

   This orgasm was completely different than either of the ones before.  It
was almost silent as each of them worked toward the feeling.  Valerie found
hers while he was kissing her and she made humming sounds into his mouth as
the most glorious feeling made her body feel like it was slowly burning,
turning into smoke, and drifting away.  Her pussy rippled and milked him
for his precious sexual fluid.

   Robby, planted deep in his lover, felt his balls give up his reserve
supply of semen and he sighed as the relief it brought rushed through his
now tender penis.  He pushed into that rubbery mass as that relief flowed
out of him.

   Millions upon millions of sperm cells that had lived in Robby's body now
took up residence in Valerie's body.  Those from his first premature issue
coated her vaginal walls, creating a sticky kind of bond between that
sensitive skin and his penis.  The rush of new sperm from his second orgasm
were trapped by that bond, and had nowhere to go except into a small
irregular shaped hole that led to her womb.  The river of sperm that took
that route began swimming this way and that, looking for an egg.

   In a tiny tunnel that only a few hundred thousand swam into...  They
found one.

   Chapter 4A

   They lay there, in each other's arms, sometimes talking, sometimes
kissing, sometimes saying nothing at all.

   At one point Valerie gave him a soft kiss on the lips and said "So, this
woman.  You think she'll let you do that to her?"

   "I feel really positive about it...  now that I've practiced." he said,
smiling.

   "Well, this is important.  You did OK, but there are several things you
need to work on.  I suppose I could...  help you.  I mean if you want me
to."

   He started to roll on top of her and she pushed him back.  "As much as
I'd love to help you right now, your sister is due home and I'm not sure
she'd understand the...  educational nature...  of what we've been doing.

   Robby whined in his best little boy voice.  "But Mommeeeeeee".  Valerie
smacked him on his naked ass hard and he yelped.  Then, before he could
retaliate she jumped out of bed and fled to her bathroom, slamming the door
and locking it a split second before he caught her.  He rattled the knob
and growled like a bear while she giggled.  She felt like a teenager again,
full of excitement and joy.  She suddenly realized she was full of
something else too.  She felt something running down her thigh and looked
between her legs.  A thick river of sperm was streaming out of her pussy.
She couldn't believe how much there was.  Her eyes strayed to the counter,
where her birth control pills were.

   Blissfully ignorant of the fact that she was already pregnant with her
own son's baby, she swallowed one.

   She had to find something else to wear, since she had left her original
outfit and robe in the studio.  As she was walking out of her room she
heard Megan come in the front door.

   "Hey" she heard her daughter say, obviously to Robby.  "What are you
doing?"

   "Nothing much" came his deep voice.  Valerie couldn't believe that just
his voice sent a spike of pleasure to her pussy.  She pulled on a T shirt
and gym shorts.

   "Aren't you and Mom painting tonight?" asked Megan.

   "She had something else to do I guess." said her son.

   "She asked me about your girlfriend." said Megan.

   "What?" came his voice.

   "Mom wanted to know about your girlfriend the other day."

   "What girlfriend?" Valerie felt another spike of pleasure as he
confirmed that she and she alone was responsible for his erections. 
"That's what I told her.  I suggested you might be gay.  You should have
seen her face." Megan laughed.

   There was a squawk and then a scream, as thuds and moving furniture made
other noises.

   "ROBBEEEEEE" squealed Megan "KNOCK IT OFF!"

   Valerie hurried into the living room, where she found her daughter flat
on her back, Robby sitting on her hips, holding her down with his hands on
her wrists, which were pinned to the floor by her head.

   "Robby, don't be mean to your sister!" she ordered as she walked through
the living room toward the kitchen.

   "Yeah!" said Megan triumphantly.  "What she said!"

   "You're lucky I'm not worried about Mom thinking I'm gay." said Robby,
in a voice his sister should have recognized as something different, but
didn't.  He let her up and everything was back to normal.  They all watched
a movie together a little later and then went to bed.  For the first time
in days, neither Valerie nor her son felt the overpowering urge to
masturbate.

   The next morning, as soon as Megan had asked for and received permission
to go to her friend's house, Valerie approached her son, who had just
finished breakfast and was putting his dishes in the sink.

   "I need to make some progress on the painting or Megan is going to think
something is strange." she said as she snaked her arms around her son and
hugged him.  She felt his erection instantly and looked up at his face.

   "Are you ALWAYS hard?" she smiled.

   "Only since I became an artist's model." he said.

   She took his hand and led him to the studio, where she lovingly removed
his robe for him as he stood there.  He was painfully stiff.

   "I know what to do about this." she said, kneeling.  Robby watched in
awe as her open mouth approached his cock and her lips started sliding down
his long, veined shaft.  They didn't quit until her nose was pushing into
his nest of curly brown pubes.  He groaned as her hot, wet mouth sucked
him.

   "Oh Mom" he moaned.  "You have no idea how wonderful that feels." "She
dragged her lips back up his column, sucking hard and there was a "pop" as
she broke the suction to say "I have a pretty good idea." Then she went
back to work on him.

   It didn't take long before his balls wriggled in their heavy sack and
began pumping luscious thick cream into Valerie's mouth.  She sucked and
swallowed happily, continuing to suck until he was completely limp.  Then,
wiping her mouth, she stood up and walked over to the easel.  She picked up
a brush.

   "That's better." She said as she began daubing paint onto the canvass.
Robby agreed completely.

   Forty-five minutes later Robby's cock started lifting again.  "You've
GOT to be kidding." said his mother.

   "I can't help it.  I was thinking about her nipples." said Robby,
unashamed of the fact that his cock was pointing directly at his mother.

   Valerie put down her brush and unbuttoned the loose shirt she was
wearing.  When she spread it apart she was naked underneath.  "You mean
nipples like these?  Are hers anything like these?" asked Valerie, looking
down as her nipples crinkled and began to erect.  "I don't know" said
Robby. "I'll have to get closer." He stepped down and walked to his mother,
bending over.  He sucked in a nipple and chewed on it as his mother mewled
her approval.  Then he stood and ground his cock into her groin as he
kissed her lips.  His hands fumbled at the waistband of her gym shorts and
slid inside to find she was naked under those too.  In only a few seconds
he stripped her naked and took her back into his arms.  Now his cock was
between her legs and she was dry fucking it as they swapped tongue kisses.
She reached between them to grasp his prick and swab the opening of her
pussy, which was hot, slick and wet.  Valerie, not intending to actually
let him fuck her again, was enjoying the feel of his smooth glans sliding
around in her pussy mouth and she spread her legs a little.

   Robby dipped his knees and, though it wasn't actually her intent, he was
able to get his cock to slid into her a little.  As soon as he felt the
heat of her pussy around the head of his cock, he thrust forward and stood
up, sliding up into her with one quick lunge.

   Valerie gasped as she was filled unexpectedly and then began to convulse
as all her weight settled right on her clit.  The feeling was so intense
that she didn't even have time to stand on her tiptoes before she was
surprised by an almost instant orgasm.  She tried to go up on her toes to
lessen the excruciating feeling, but he was too tall and she was helpless.
He humped upward and she cried out as that first orgasm tumbled into a
second harder one that made her shake and start going limp.  Robby's arms
around her held her to him and he walked forward until she was pinned to
the wall by the window.

   Then, though anyone passing the window could have clearly seen them, he
began thrusting up into his helpless impaled mother until his cock expanded
and belched her full of his cream.

   They were insatiable for the rest of the morning, and she got almost
none of the painting done that she had intended to do.  As soon as they had
gotten their breath from his stand-up assault on her pussy, she went to
take a shower because she was slick with sweat, and her legs were running
with his sperm again.

   He followed her, and, before they got out, he'd pinned her to the wall
in the shower too, powering another load of hot spunk up into her firm,
flat belly.

   She was so limp and satisfied after that that she flopped down on the
bed to rest for a while.  But, with typical teenage enthusiasm, Robby's
prick refused to relax along with the rest of him, and quite soon he was
hunched over his mother, her legs spread wide as his cock made short,
vicious jabs up into her cunt, over and over again.  Having cum twice in a
period of about an hour, he was able to go for half an hour before he felt
the urge to fertilize his mother yet again.  Valerie was glad to feel his
hot, wet offering inside her, both because of what it was, and because she
was actually getting a little sore.  Her pussy wasn't used to being ravaged
so often, by such a nice, long cock.  Robby managed to make it to his room,
stark naked, as his sister walked in the front door, yelling to see if
lunch was ready.  Valerie only groaned and pulled the comforter over her
naked, sperm-filled body.  She planned on taking a nice, long nap.  The
kids could fend for themselves for lunch.

   Around three in the afternoon, Valerie got up, put on a bra, panties,
jeans that covered her legs, and a sweat shirt, even though it was warm
outside.  She tied her hair in a pony tail.  Then she went to find Robby,
who was taking his own nap on the couch.  She got him up, slapped his hands
away from her breasts, and took him to the studio.  Though he wasn't
actually erect, she played with his cock and got it that way before deep
throating him and getting everything that was in his balls in her stomach.

   Then she painted.

   She had to blow him twice more that afternoon to get any work done.  She
made sure not to let him touch her, and even then it was hard to keep from
using that wonderful stiff bone for what it was made to do.  She had to
content herself with having a stomach full of his rich cream, and the
memory of his sighs as he spurted her mouth full each time.  But by supper
she had everything on canvass that she needed.  She could finish the
painting now without him, if she had to.  She wanted to do that because it
bothered her that all she could think about was her son's thick stiff cock
in her pussy.  She hoped that, without him standing there, naked, in front
of her, she could begin to think of something else.

   She tried thinking about her husband's lovemaking, but the images in her
mind kept coming back to her tall, handsome son.  She took a shower and
went to bed early, not saying good night to either of her children.  Just
before she got in bed, she took a pill.

   The next morning, Valerie was standing at the counter, making dough for
biscuits.  She was in her silk robe, with nothing on under it, and her
hands were all sticky with wet dough.  She heard footsteps and looked over
her shoulder to see Robby, wearing his own robe, walking toward her.

   "Morning" she said, turning back around to knead the dough.

   "You know it was that robe that got me going the very first time I got
hard for you." he said, coming up behind her.

   She chuckled.  "I heard you say something about 'that damn robe' once. I
wondered what that was all about."

   "It doesn't close up very well" he said and she sucked in a breath as
his hands slid around the outside of the robe, over her breasts and then
dipped inside the opening to cradle those breasts in his big rough hands.
His fingers sought out her nipples and played with them as they stiffened.

   "Robby!" she barked.  "Your sister could walk in at any minute." "She's
sleeping like a log.  She always does on Saturdays." One of his hands
started sliding down from her breasts, across her flat abdomen, toward her
shaved and now damp pussy.

   She shoved her ass at him, trying to get away from that hand before she
ended up with a pussy full of his finger.  She knew if she let him get that
far things would be hard to stop.  "Robby!  Stop!" she whispered.  But in
shoving her ass backward, all she did was press it against his erection,
which was now sticking out from the opening of his own robe.  About the
time she felt it, his finger slipped between her slick pussy lips and his
fingertip found her clit.  He knew what to do and she sagged forward as his
finger sent thrills and chills through her body.  "Ohhhh Robby, you can't!
Not now baby...  not here.  Megan...  ohhhhhh..." she trailed off as he
bent over her further and managed to slick his finger deep into her pussy.

   Then, before she realized what was happening, his hands were gone from
her body and she felt her robe being lifted up, exposing her buttocks to
the morning air.  Then she felt his long hard cock probing between her legs
as her son's hands clamped onto her hips.

   "Robbbeeeeeeee!" she squealed as he bent his knees and shoved, his prick
tip finding her sex like a dog on a rabbit's trail.  Suddenly she was full
of hot prick and her white sticky hands were trying to hold on to the
counter edge as her son powered his hips forward and up, almost lifting her
up on her toes.  His cock didn't reach as far up inside her as she liked,
but he made up for that by beginning a series of rapid pounding strokes
that had the big round head of his cock scraping across her G spot as if
his cock was sandpaper and he was trying to rub it off.

   Valerie's eyes went glassy and her mouth hung open, a drool of spittle
dropping out of it to hit the floor as she was overcome by a series of
orgasms that left her breasts lying on top of the blob of dough that was
supposed to be biscuits, and her arms spread out on the counter as her ass
was thrust backwards to receive the cock she craved so much.  Then she
heard the familiar grunting he made when his prick started spurting the
heavy streams of spunk he always produced, and she felt the wet heat of his
spend saturating her insides and running down her thighs.  He leaned over,
resting on her back, his lungs heaving as he tried to get enough air in to
stand up.

   Finally he pushed off the edge of the counter with his hands and stepped
back, his cock pulling free with a wet squelch, leaving his mother bent
over the counter, her ass bare, her robe bunched up across her back.

   In her mind's eye she saw what she must look like and felt completely
slutty.  She pushed herself up off the counter and her robe fell to cover
her ass as she made unhappy sounds and turned around.  Her flour and dough
covered breasts were hanging out of the front of her robe, which was also
covered with flour.  One cheek, which had been pressed to the counter as he
pounded her full of his sperm was dusted white, and her hair was white with
flour on that side of her head.  She held her hands out to her sides and
looked down.

   "Robby, you just HAVE to control yourself!" she moaned.

   "Gosh, Mom, I'm sorry" he said, but he didn't sound very sorry.  It was
then that they heard Megan's footsteps coming toward the kitchen.

   It was already too late.  There was nothing Valerie could do, and she
was still standing there, breasts hanging out, covered in flour and dough
when Megan walked into the kitchen.  Robby had closed his robe, and was
standing back, looking at his mother as Megan took in the whole scene.

   "Mom!" she said, stopping.  "Your boobs are showing!" Then she appeared
to see the mess that was covering her mother.  "What's that all over you?"

   Valerie's mouth opened and closed twice, like a fish out of water. 
Robby turned to face his sister.  "I sort of scared her." he said.  "She
was doing something at the counter and I snuck up behind her and tickled
her."

   Megan was looking at him.  She folded her arms under her own
robe-covered breasts.  "And it caused...  that." She pointed at her mother,
whose brain still sent signals that she shouldn't touch her silk robe with
her sticky fingers because it would get the robe dirty...  even though the
robe was covered with the same flour and dough.  Robby looked helplessly at
his mother, who was still unable to say anything.

   He looked back at his sister, shrugged and said "OK, you caught us.  We
were having hot torrid sex at the counter and it caused the dough to get
all over her."

   Megan's mouth fell open and her eyes got wide.  Then she barked a laugh
"Boy do I feel sorry for you when Mom gets over her shock at being scared
so much...  especially after what you just said!  You're gonna be grounded
for months!"

   And with that she turned to the refrigerator, got out the milk and
started fixing herself a bowl of cereal.  Robby looked back at his mother,
who was finally beginning to realize that they had actually gotten away
with it.  He saw her take a breath.

   "That's right Robby." said his mother.  "You ARE grounded for a month.
You should be ASHAMED of yourself for saying something like that to your
sister.  AND you scared me half to DEATH and just LOOK what you made me do
to my SILK ROBE!"

   Valerie continued to complain about her son's behavior for a while
longer and then told both kids they'd have to take care of their own
breakfast, since she had to go clean up.

   Chapter 5A

   Valerie enforced Robby's grounding, to her daughter's great delight. 
Every day after school and on weekends, Megan made a great fanfare about
her being allowed to go to her friends' houses, while Robby had to stay
home.

   Had Megan stayed home once in a while herself, she might have learned
that both mother and son were quite happy with the 'grounding', since it
gave them plenty of time to have more hot, torrid sex, on the kitchen
counter, and elsewhere.

   As soon as Megan announced which friend's house she was going to and
left, usually within minutes, Valerie was naked and flat on her back as her
son shoved his engorged penis deep into her body.  Then they fucked lustily
until she got what she wanted...  her pussy full to overflowing with his
hot spunk.

   Then two things moderated their rabbit-like behavior.

   The first was that they spent so much time pleasuring each other that
his grades actually began to slip because he was spending too much time
between his mother's thighs and not enough time doing homework.  The second
was that she missed her period.

   She noticed it one day while the kids were at school and she was looking
at the calendar, looking to see what day of the week Megan's birthday would
be on.  Valerie had always marked out her periods on the calendar with a
small letter 'p' so she could plan around PMS issues and the discomfort of
being in flow.  As she ran her finger across the blocks on the calendar she
noticed one of her marks and realized it was only three weeks away from
today's date.  Then she looked backwards on the calendar and found her last
'p' notation...  a week gone by.  She'd missed her period and hadn't even
noticed it.

   Thinking she'd made some kind of mistake she went back further and found
where the previous mark had been.  It was correct.  She'd had that period.
And she should have had one a week ago too.

   But she hadn't.

   She got her keys and went to the store.  She didn't dare go to the
pharmacy, where Frank worked.  The timing was all wrong and she knew Frank
would know that.  She didn't know which brand was best, so she bought two
different brands of home test kits, paid for them and went home.

   The first one said she was pregnant.

   With shaking fingers she fumbled through the second test.  Fear gripped
her stomach as she waited for the results.

   It agreed with the first test.

   She was pregnant.  And she had to be pregnant with Robby's baby.  She
sat in the easy chair in the living room for a long time, staring at the
wall.  At one point she realized she was sitting in a chair that Robby had
sat in one time, while she sat on his cock and milked it off inside her. 
This might even be the place in the house he had knocked her up.  She had a
lot of emotions, running the gamut from anger to intense satisfaction that
the boy she loved so much had put his baby in her belly.  Never once did
she think of terminating the pregnancy.  She knew there would be problems
with Phil.  She couldn't very well tell him that she'd been having hot,
wild sex with his own son.  But, at the same time, she couldn't blame it on
any other man.  She thought briefly about finding a man to have a fling
with, and blaming it on him, but she couldn't think of any man she'd let
between her legs...  other than Robby, of course.

   And Megan would find out too.  She couldn't lie to her daughter either.
She worried about what that would do to the family.  She worried about a
lot of things that day.

   When the kids came home that night she was distant, and they noticed. 
She wasn't ready to tell them yet...  either of them.  She kept telling
herself it could be a fluke in her system, and that both tests were false
positives.

   As things happen, she received the certified letter the next day.  It
was addressed to her and the postman required her to sign for it.  It was
from a lawyer representing the Willow Brook Pharmacy, where, the letter
noted, she had recently been sold a supply of Benzostyrillenophyl
Oxyflorrinal birth control pills, lot number 6732AZ.  A federal
investigation had determined there was a problem with the pills, which
appeared to be fake.  Valerie was invited to contact the law firm if there
were any "irregularities in her situation" which might possibly be
attributed to the use of the pills.  It seemed that the Willow Brook
Pharmacy was suing the distributor of the fake pills on behalf of their
customers.  Valerie didn't know it, but part of joining the suit was that
it meant she would hold Willow Brook Pharmacy blameless for the
"irregularities in her situation", whatever they might be.

   Valerie made an appointment with Mr.  Charles Dirby, Attorney at Law,
before she opened any other mail.

   While both children knew something was wrong, neither of them was
willing to push getting an answer once their mother had told them it was a
legal problem, and that she'd discuss it with them later.  Robby knew it
was bothering her more than Megan did, because they didn't make love for
almost a week after the "legal problem" first surfaced.  But Valerie
couldn't just make the love she felt for her son go away.  He was the man
who, though he didn't know it, was going to be the father of her third
child.  And she couldn't submerge her sexual feelings either.  In fact she
needed her lover even more as the negotiations with the lawyers went on and
the day came closer and closer when she'd have to tell Phil that another
man had impregnated her.

   Then, as things happen, another thing happened.  She wouldn't have
thought it, but it made Valerie's life a little better.  She got a call
from her husband.

   She knew something was wrong as soon as she heard his voice.  She knew
him too well to miss the note of hesitancy as he said hello and asked how
things were.

   "What's wrong?" she asked.  "Are you OK?"

   "What do you mean?" he asked lamely.

   "Come on Phil, I can tell something's bothering you.  Did the deal fall
through?"

   "No, no, the business end of things is going fine.  Better than fine. 
Things are fabulous as far as that goes.  We're actually ahead of schedule
by almost a month."

   "But there IS a problem of some kind." she prompted.

   "Well...  yes." He was silent for a few seconds.  She knew him better
than to push.  He'd get on with it when he was ready.

   "I made a mistake" he said finally.

   "A mistake." she repeated.

   "Honey, don't hang up...  PLEASE.  Let me just tell you and DON'T HANG
UP!" She felt her gut tighten.  "I got drunk one night, and this Russian
girl helped me home.  She looked just like Megan, and I missed you all so
much.  And anyway...  well...  I woke up and she was...  sort of in bed
with me."

   More silence.

   "Sort of in bed with you." repeated Valerie, wanting to laugh insanely
at what she was hearing.  This was just too crazy to be true.  "Well, I
don't remember what happened exactly, but she was in bed with me asleep and
we were both naked and..."

   "And..." repeated Valerie.

   "And...  she's pregnant." He said with misery in his voice.  "She's
pregnant." repeated Valerie.

   "I'm so sorry baby.  I didn't mean for this to happen and..." Valerie
cut him off.  "Phil!" She said it loudly into the phone.  "Yes?" he
answered.

   "Can you honestly tell me that you only ended up 'sort of in bed with
her' just once?"

   More silence.  Then a very soft "No, I can't tell you that Val." "And I
suppose her parents expect you to divorce me and marry her." said Valerie,
now beginning to get mad.

   "NO!" he yelled.  "It's not like that at all.  Really, it WAS sort of an
accident, and she knows I can't stay in Russia forever.  She works for me.
I hired her as a translator when I got here.  I've offered to give her
money, but she insists she doesn't want it.  All she asks is that I let her
keep her job.  I'm not sure her parents are even alive.  I mean she doesn't
live with her parents or anything like that and I haven't been able to get
any information out of her about them.  She lives in this pitiful apartment
in Moscow."

   "Well, you have to take care of her." Said Valerie.

   "Of course.  I know that." he said.  "But what about us?"

   "We have a lot to talk about when you get home." said his wife, her
voice level.

   "So I can come home?" he asked, his voice full of hope.

   "You may not want to stay after you get here." she said, truthfully. 
"It's not like that Val.  I love you.  I mean this girl is cute and I kind
of like taking care of her and all that, but the sex was something she
thought she was supposed to do.  I'm sure I wouldn't have done it if I'd
have been sober."

   "Let's just call it a mistake.  Anyone can make a mistake, right Phil?"
said Valerie cautiously.

   "Yeah, that's right!" he said excitedly and she sighed with relief. 
She'd have to remind him of that when he got home.  She thought of
something to set the hook with.

   "And Phil, if you have to, bring this girl home with you.  I don't think
I could live with myself if I thought she was freezing in some tiny box in
Moscow, huddled up with your child in her arms.  She's going to need good
prenatal care and all that to get the baby a good start."

   More silence.  Then a soft sob.  "Val, I can't believe how well you're
taking this.  I'm SO lucky I have you."

   Valerie realized she was rubbing her abdomen, and that under her hand
another baby was growing, which would also need good prenatal care.  And a
nanny some day.
   Maybe even a live-in Russian nanny.  


  
The passion of art - version alpha