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 Title: The Strays Ch.02
Summary: The anticipation of a consanguineous reunion.
Keywords: inc,fic
   1
   They had confessed their mutual attraction for each other.  That was the
easy part, being that the family bond had never occurred between them.  It
felt perfectly natural, just as easy as sliding down a slippery slope.  And
the feelings that came to light, the growing presence of love and longing
may have felt like the beginnings of a whirlwind romance.  But a mother did
not reject her son, and a son did not reject the opportunity to love the
woman he longed for and dreamed about!
   So how did they make the leap from acknowledging their love to
confessing that their natural attraction was sexual?  That was the jackpot
question and neither of them knew, but it didn't matter.  All that mattered
was what felt right.
   Scared, excited and enamoured, mother and son gave in to their love, and
their attraction, and there was no feeling like what came of that night;
returning to where they began, joined passionately, emotionally and
biologically.
   By the time Robert was ready to get back home to his adoptive parents,
they'd committed that unlawful act of physical love together several times
and enjoyed it for what it was; intimacy, closeness, fulfilment!
   Neither of them felt guilt, remorse or fear, not as far as they
understood those feelings beyond their utmost blatancy.  There was no
disgust or terror, or recoiling at the prospect of society's shame.  If
anything there was nothing but a sad emptiness left behind, and the dread
of the return to the mundane grind of everyday monotony and loneliness. 
Reality was checking in to stay again and their whirlwind act was over; for
the meantime.
   For Marie - nineteen hard years battled through just to live a normal
life and now what was normal?  She was in love with a tender young man half
her age, mature before his time, athletic and funny.  Caution was gone to
the wind.  It was a dangerous criminal life and yet it was right.  No harm!
   And oh good god, the sex - Robert was barely into his physical prime and
full of fertile spunk, hormones, stamina, endurance...
   He was also built to please.  Ever since then she dreamed often of doing
bad things to him, and for him.  Marie also made sure to visit the good
doctor to take care of that matter of fertility.  After all, was it not a
mother's duty to teach her son about the birds and the bees?
   2
   For Robert - life had never been simple or easy, and that was
frightening considering that adulthood was still very new to him.  What
life could be, he wasn't so sure of and hadn't been before that weekend. 
Finding his mother and falling for her had given him the sense of direction
that his adoptive parents felt he lacked.
   All of a sudden they couldn't have been happier for him, though they
didn't know everything.  They couldn't know.  But where Marie had left such
an impression on their boy that he now wanted to learn to drive, to find a
well-paid job and to start thinking about his options, they were impressed
by the effect she had.
   Where did that motivation come from, they wondered?  It didn't matter.
What mattered was Dave Hanson handing Robert the keys to his first car and
sending him on his way to see his mother for another weekend.
   Robert nearly cried at that awesome gesture.  Dad just shrugged it off
like it was what all fathers did.  He was so grateful and proud.  Some kids
never got much more than a kick in the ass and he had such friends.
   Now that he knew Marie's story, thinking back to the life he might have
had if she hadn't made such a costly sacrifice - a father who would most
likely take food from a baby's mouth, or it's mothers, just to feed bad
habits - Robert was ever grateful even just for the little things.  So that
car was a life-changing thing, as was the ability to see his mother when he
wanted to.
   'I know it doesn't look like much,' Dave Hanson said.  He shrugged it
off and slapped Robert playfully on the back.  'But there'll always be hard
times and so little will get you so far.  If you need a place to sleep,
you've got your car.  If you need easy money, you've got your driver's
license.  I had a lot of fun roughing it in my younger years though.'
   'Following the band, right?'
   'Back in the day,' Dave said with a shy grin of nostalgia.  'Don't tell
that to your mother.  It's not her most favourite story.'
   'I love it, dad, thank you,' Rob gushed and just about held off
embarrassing himself.  He wanted to hug the old man.  Dave was never that
guy.  That sort of thing he got from his mum, but Dave never had a bad bone
in his body.  He was just so absently aloof trying to do for Robert what
his own dad hadn't done for him.  Nonetheless he held out his hand for a
handshake and showed his love with a strong hand.
   'Just drive safe this weekend,' the old man added.  'Insurance will
screw you left and right these days.  You know that, though.'
   3
   Happiness like the soul hadn't known for so long proved a great
motivator to Marie, too, who had taken to slogging it out at the gym across
town three or four times a week to do something productive with the extra
energy buzzing around inside her.
   She started going later at night, not wanting Robert to give up his
social life for want of hanging around the internet all night every night.
As much as she'd have liked to, absence really did make the heart grow
fonder where it was welcome.
   And, besides, she was working on her new killer MILF body, wanting to
please her man which she sometimes did with a sneaky photo after a stint in
the sauna.  Naturally shapely and greatly proportioned, she worked mostly
on her butt and thighs and also to give her breasts a little more lift. 
The sexual tension made for great motivation specifically, as she
discovered.
   It was going on late-Autumn now on this fresh Thursday night and her
two-piece black lycra workout setup was moist with perspiration, as was her
impressive cleavage, one confident pencil-dick had observed.
   Marie pounded the exercise bike's foot pedals into submission, revelling
in the burn of her thighs, waist and glutes as her self-imposed tunnel
vision reached out for something to work with.  She was thinking about
getting hot and sweaty with Robert in no time, and the way the clothes
stuck to her skin as the sweat rolled off her back only served to enhance
that most graphic daydream.
   Her pussy ached, grinding hard against the bike's leather seat as she
recalled that very first time she had taken her son's hard length and
positioned him to join with her.  If she wasn't careful she might have
moaned aloud.
   She had a naughty suggestion to propose to Robert when he got here. 
Depending on how his return visit went, and in what direction it went
(maybe they would try to act more becoming of family from now on, or maybe
they would want to have sex again), she would keep her dirty little
daydream in mind and be wet and willing for him that moment.
   That idea in turn led her back to the moment she took him in her bed
that night, and the words on his lips as they crossed the line.
   'Mom...'
   'Hey, how you doing tonight,' her admirer said on his uncertain
approach. He was all bleach blonde receding hair and black rim spectacles
and clung to a sweat-stained blue towel - hung around his neck - with two
skinny arms.  'I'm Dave...'
   Marie stopped dead in her tracks.  If anyone here was going to be
accused of going nowhere fast she didn't want to be it.  Dave,
unfortunately for her, took this as a sign of progress.  'I, ummm...  I was
watching you.'
   'Did I look fuckable, Dave?' Marie asked with only a paper-thin layer of
patience.  How she didn't cringe was beyond her own understanding.  Maybe
he was as creepy as he looked and sounded.  Maybe he had no social skills,
on the other hand, and preferred to work on his cock than his manners, or
his dumbbells.
   Dave offered an absurd smile while he stuttered in search of an answer.
'Ummm...  well...  I would...'
   'You'd what, Dave?' Marie prodded, turning off the machine and touching
the floor with her trainer-clad feet.  'You'd what?'
   'I'd have to...  Well, I'd have to see more,' Dave mumbled secretively.
That time Marie did cringe, and to nail her point home she turned down the
corners of her mouth and shuddered.
   'Well then you should have gone to Specsavers,' she dismissed, walking
away.
   'You look totally fuckable,' Dave suddenly blurted out from over her
shoulder, and Marie's evening might have been in danger of getting worse,
but she didn't want to imagine how.  Her daydream was in tatters now and
she had some lonely hyper-sexed geek trying to fail his way into her pants.
'I would totally "fuckable" you,' Dave stammered his conclusion hopelessly.
   'But you never will.  My man does that better than any other man could,'
Marie said coldly.  'Maybe you should ask about these things before you try
approching women at the gym for a cheap fuck.
   'You were stringing me along?'Dave asked.  His eyebrows knitted together
in confusion and anger then.  How could she?  How dare she?
   'No,' Marie said walking away.  'You just had me worried that I looked
like I was single and desperate enough for an anonymous and - more on point
- a disappointing shag.  Fuck off, will you?!'
   4
   Marie peeled out of her clothes in the changing room and took her phone
into the shower with her, snapping a slanted birds-eye shot of her wet body
beneath the steamy jet of hot water.  Afterwards, when she got home, she
deleted it.  Taking the chance of sending it to Robert wasn't worth the
danger of getting caught and leaving him to explain why his mother was
sending him nudes.
   Besides, she was certain he'd be more than delighted to see her in the
flesh, to feel how toned and tight she was getting from working out at the
Life & Style.  If anything though, Marie was eager to discover the benefits
the gym time was doing her endurance where it mattered the most; in bed.
   'Hey honey,' she texted Robert, 'if you're still awake let me know and
I'll give you a quick call before bed.' Two upper case X's followed,
because little x's just didn't cut it before bed.  And Robert's reply came
within moments, so she called.
   'Hi mum,' Robert beamed.  'What are you up to?  I'm just headed to bed.'
   'Hey babe, miss you!  I just got back from the gym and wanted to call
about next weekend.  You know - any old excuse to act like an excited
teenage girl.  I'm headed to bed myself now and wishing you were here
already.'
   'I know, I can't wait to see you again,' he longed.  Her heart melted.
'Hold on a sec,' he added as a muffled voice spoke from nearby.  'Okay,
goodnight mum,' Robert whispered.  Marie thought nothing of it.  She was
aware of her own jealousy.  It couldn't hurt her anymore knowing that he
was just as much hers if not more.
   Marie switched to speakerphone and put the phone aside so she could
speak while getting undressed.  Robert did the same as they made small talk
about the day.  Then naked and thinking about each other they turned off
the lights and climbed into their own beds, a world away and yet still
together.  Marie picked up her phone and then breathed a comforted sigh as
her burning thighs met cool sheets.
   'That feels so good,' she cooed.
   'I bet you do too,' her son whispered.  She giggled at that, thinking of
the geek from the gym and how she had called Robert her man.
   'I can't wait to hold you in my arms again,' she wanted to say.  And yet
she was dying not to say it because she didn't want to become less than
'mom.'
   'You won't have to come pick me up tomorrow evening.  I'll be
driving...'
   'Oh, wow, really?  You have a car now?  When did that happen?'
   'Dad surprised me this afternoon,' Robert beamed.  'I'm tanked up and
ready to go.  I'm setting off at five so I should be there at around 9pm if
that's okay?'
   'That's cool with me, baby.  You just drive safe and if anything happens
you let me know as soon as you can, okay?' Marie surprised herself with
that.  Still the truly motherly sentiments were few and far between so when
they came to her, they flew off the tongue sounding like somebody else's
words.
   'I will, mom.  And don't worry about dinner,' he noted.  'I'll grab
something on the way into town.  Just do what you want for yourself.'
   'Okay well I'm going to have some wine chilling.  Do you want me to
chill you some beer?' she asked dutifully.  Now she was worried she sounded
too much like a wife instead.
   'A couple would be nice to wind down after the long drive, yes please,'
Robert agreed.
   'Okay, well,' Marie trailed off with a dreamy smile, 'I'll see you
tomorrow...'
   'I love you,' he added hastily.  'See you in a bit!'
   She echoed his final sentiment heartily and hung up.  Tomorrow couldn't
come fast enough.  Then work couldn't have gone any slower.  And as Robert
flew across the country to reunite with his mother, she attacked her first
glass of wine like her life depended on it.  She was going to need all the
Dutch courage she could muster.
   5
   Robert stood at the front door waiting for an answer, his stomach in
knots.  The lights were on but was nobody home?  He didn't have any
messages beyond the replies to his own back when he was filling up at the
McDonalds car park and that was only twenty minutes ago.
   As soon as a single niggle of doubt began to worm his way in, a horrible
companion to have when the butterflies were stirring, he heard the rising
tone of two women talking as somebody approached and turned the latch on
the deadlock.
   When the door opened, he was greeted first with the sight of a laughing
middle-aged woman, salted peppered brunette with glasses that shrunk her
eyes to little grey bloodshot beads.  She was in the concluding stages of
her conversation with Marie, who gave Robert nothing but an apologetic
blushing grin as if to say "she'll be gone any minute now..."
   Barely acknowledging the boy, the woman who turned out to be one of
Marie's neighbours cut off her own tangent turned back to Marie with a sly
eye and said, 'oh here's hot stuff now,' and then turning back to him, and
as though she had done him some great and noble thing, 'hi, Robert, I did
your mother the favour of loaning my fan since I won't be needing it until
next summer!'
   'Oh okay,' Robert said with a rushed and not entirely honest expression
of gratitude, since he had no idea what she was talking about.  'That's
nice of you?!'
   'Thanks, Joan, as I said it can get pretty stuffy in such an enclosed
space and I didn't want the windows open and causing a chill.'
   'No problem, I'll catch you soon, then,' Joan finished and made her way
back home.
   'What was that?' Robert whispered mischievously as he made his way into
his mother's arms for the first time in months.  He kissed her cheek, again
closer to her mouth and then they met in a cautiously quick smooch as the
door remained open.
   'Hi,' she smiled.  'Sorry about that.  I ask to borrow a fan for the
bedroom and I get a lecture in life for all the crap I'll never need to
know.'
   Holding Marie by her waist, her son doted down on her with doughy eyes
and laughed secretively.  'But it's not even warm anymore,' to which Marie
shrugged.  Then she sighed contentedly.
   'Close the door and come practice your hello kisses, young man,' she
said flirtingly.
   6
   Marie's subconscious was awash.  There was no better way she could
rationalise in her giddy, somewhat drunken state, though it would have been
important to point out that she was not only "somewhat drunk" with the
effects of alcohol.  To be loved, to be the centre of the attention of the
man she loved now more than anything enhanced her sense of inebriation
beyond what a few glasses of wine were capable of.
   Robert had put down five cans of beer in the space of an hour and was
buzzed.  There were still four to be had and she could have kept going if
she didn't ache for him as much as she did.  Maybe it was apt or maybe it
was inappropriate.  Maybe it was both at once but Marie found herself
dancing in the kitchen to Danzig's "Mother" and Robert was in awe of her
ability to shake it to the rhythm.
   Marie's hips bucked and swayed playfully as she mouthed the words to one
of her favourite songs.  Silently he took note, paying attention to the
change in her look since the last time they had met.
   'That gym time has paid off!'
   'Good!  Do you like what you see?' Marie asked.  'Mom still got it?'
   'Mom never lost it,' he replied admirably.  Then she settled into his
lap atop his seat at the table, bringing her half-full glass with her and
reminding herself, lost in his eyes, why she loved him so much.  Because
unconditionally he loved her and adored her and could not tear his eyes
away!
   'I'm drunk,' she confessed.  It wasn't news.
   'I like you drunk,' he admitted drunkenly.
   'Well, I like you anyway,' she added, one-upping him.
   'Well ditto, but don't change the subject,' he said.  'Yeah I like what
I see!'
   'What do you like what you see about your mother?' Marie asked.
   'You're hot!  You know how to show it off!' Robert enthused.  'And I
don't even need a reason but I'm in love with your freckly face...'
   Marie heard herself laughing uncontrollably from outside of herself
somewhere.  The feel-good chemicals were at work.  It felt good to be sat
in his lap; so good that she wasn't aware that she was ever so slightly
bucking into his crotch, teasing the boy.
   'You smooth son of a bitch,' she said with abandon.  Then, 'what are you
thinking about?'
   'Ask me again when it's bedtime,' Robert dismissed.  That was all the
excuse Marie needed.  Getting up from his lap, she turned off the CD player
and returned to him with a playful sway of the hips.
   'What are you thinking about?'
   Robert took a lengthy inhale of air.  Such deep thought seemed to
require it, despite the bulge in his crotch speaking for him.  'But you're
my mom,' he said, responding not only to the eternal question but to his
own internal question.  There went that hopeless son of a bitch, gravity,
whose only job it seemed was to remove the use of her legs.  Well she
couldn't have been happier, sat in his lap again, supporting herself with
her hands on his broad shoulders.
   'Do you remember the last time we went down this road?' she asked.
   Robert blushed.  He was so beautiful when his cheeks flushed and his
eyes diverted from hers.  But when he looked back into her eyes, confident
and unashamed, she knew that he still felt that way about her, if not more
so.
   'You don't regret it I hope?  I look back and just think "wow..."'
   'Well,' Robert hesitated.
   'Well?'
   'Definitely "wow",' Robert agreed and ran his hands affectionately up
and down his mother's denim clad thighs.
   'In a good way,' Marie hoped, taking his hands in hers to fumble with.
   'What do you think?' he pleaded.  'I know they say these things
shouldn't happen but I couldn't have been happier.  Like'"WOW,"' they both
said in unison.
   His hands snaked around her hips and rested on her lower back.  The feel
of his fingers stroking the top of her bottom sent chills up her spine. 
She arched her back and reposed.  'I'm not sorry...'
   'Are you sure?' he asked jokingly.  'Or would you...'
   'Would I what?'
   'Would you do it again just to make sure?'
   'Well my baby boy,' she teased, and he loved that term of endearment,
even in this strange dynamic of theirs, 'as your mother is it not my duty
to teach you about the birds and the bees?'
   Robert laughed, unsurely.  He was harder beneath the stiff fabric of his
own jeans knowing what she meant, but he'd have lied to claim all certainty
for what she meant in full.  It was time for Marie to employ her fantasy;
the one she had dreamed up before Dave the Gym Stalker tried it on with
her. And she was now twitching and throbbing with anticipation.
   Slowly, she leaned into him, her arms crossing around his neck and her
breasts mashed warm and soft against his chest.  Gently she ran her smooth
cheek up against his and whispered in his ear, 'I'm on birth control
now...'
   'Oh really,' Robert gasped as his heart leapt into his throat.  She
exhaled a spine-tingling breath into his ear and pulled back just enough to
look him in the eyes again before slowly nodding.  They were inches apart.
Meanwhile his hands found their way to the fullness of her buttocks and
with his strong arms he hoisted her up and drew her closer.  The desire to
kiss was maddening, electric; breathtaking.  'Was that because of me?'
   Again Marie nodded.  'I'm a bad mother, what can I say?  I had a wicked
plan to be even closer to my one and only!'
   'And that is...'
   'I want you,' she breathed raggedly.  'I want you, and I want you back
inside me, and I want you swimming around in my womb again.  Is that too
weird?' Robert who was now so breathless and excited that his mind had
blown all over the kitchen floor, felt his mouth run bone dry and licked
his lips desperately.  'I want to show you how to make a baby,' she purred.
'I want you to see with your own eyes and feel with your own senses how you
were made.
   'Yeah they don't teach that in school these days,' Robert replied
hopelessly and soon they were in fits of hysterics.  In fear of losing the
moment, Marie levelled with Robert and granted him one soft, longing smooch
on the lips.  Again he became breathless, leaving his mother marvelling at
the power she held over him as a sexual being.
   Feeling his hardness snaking across his thigh, straining his jeans in
its search for the path of least resistance, she rubbed herself on him
gently before suggesting that she should take him to bed.  They kissed
again suggestively, tongues teasing.  Marie moved his hands from her ass to
her t-shirt clad breasts and asked, 'remember these?'
   'Unforgettable,' Robert gasped.  'Just like the rest of you.'
   'They missed you too, just like the rest of me,' she said, seductively
peeling off her tee.  Robert's mouth dropped open.  The sight of her ample
breasts, which he had nursed on and played with to no end only three months
ago, displayed before him in a white stretch-lace plunging bra - his hands
went back to them immediately, to feel their softness and their plentiful
weight through the sensuously thin fabric.
   'You're driving me nuts...'
   'That's the idea,' Marie said playfully.
   'Two can play at that game,' he retorted, leaning in to kiss her
shoulder, then her collarbone and the curving V leading into her cleavage.
His mother murmured softly, immediately lost to bliss as Robert's hands
reached under her arms and around her back to unclasp her bra.  When she
got wise, she pulled back laughing.
   'Bad boy,' she giggled, removing one shoulder strap and then letting the
other fall slack as she crossed her arms to cover herself.  Then after a
moment of feigned contemplation, Marie removed the lace bra and pulled him
in by his neck to suckle on her pink and erect right nipple.  Immediately
her body froze, weak to the attack of his rough tongue and wet lips; which
racked her with pleasing chills.  Eagerly he moved over to the left while
continuing to paw and squeeze at the other.
   'Have you ever thought,' she gasped, 'how you're actually responsible
for these big lush boobs that you love so much?'
   'That'll explain how they look and feel as though they were made for
me,' he said with a wink and kissed her breasts lovingly.
   'So is the rest of me,' she proclaimed with a mutual wink and then, 'let
me take you into my bed!'
   7
   They lay entwined with each other, a hot tangle of limbs joined at the
lips, smooching, smacking, kissing, pecking and tongues swirling in an
ecstatic druggy haze.  All else that could be heard above their kissing and
breathing was the whirring fan which whispered back and forth.
   Robert understood why now, burning up in the heat of passion lying skin
to skin with his mother like a perfect jigsaw fit, chests and stomachs
heaving with anticipation.  The last time this happened, it ended with a
couple of hot showers and bed sheet changes because of the sheer amount of
sweating between them, and that other spreading dampness.
   That same dampness was spreading right now as a result of the sheer
wetness between Marie's legs, and how she burned inside like a smelting pot
of white-hot lust, waiting to take his iron rod and to sizzle with the
first deep plunge.
   'Lie back, lover,' she commanded with a smile and kissed him one more
time for good luck, because she was going to grant him another first, and
hope that he would last long enough to realise the rest of her fantasy.
   Rolling onto his back, Robert bunched up a couple of pillows behind his
head.  His rock hard cock sprung up as he did, pointing to the ceiling one
moment and then up to his mother's smiling lips the next.  She took him
firmly at the base with one dainty hand and held him still to inhale his
scent.  They weren't much different in that respect either, she noted, and
when she got her first ever taste she found that they also tasted much the
same.
   Already his eyes were rolled far back into his skull.  She asked him if
anyone had ever done that for him before, stroking his wet length before
attacking him with a mouth full of saliva, causing him to flinch and groan.
He nodded but, 'not as good as this!'
   'I'm spoiling my boy,' she cooed before making love to the straining
head of his cock with her lips and tongue.
   'Every mom should do this,' he professed with a dazed and blissful
expression.  Again she bathed his entire length with her tongue, more
inclusively the underside which gave her yet more flesh to work with, and
as she did Marie got to thinking about just how deep in her pussy her son
was about to be.
   'Did you ever fantasise about Sharon that way?' she asked then sucked
him back into her mouth.
   'When I was younger I used to hear her and dad having sex in the middle
of the night.  They used to try and be quiet because of me.  She can't have
kids which is why they adopted.  I used to get so hard listening to her
orgasm through the wall.  Then I'd have to wait until I thought they'd
fallen asleep because my bed was creaky.'
   'I bet you'd have loved to make her bed creak,' Marie humoured, now
clamouring on top of him and settling down atop him to kiss him and to
share his taste.  'You can make my bed creak any time you want,' she added.
   His heart thumped rapidly like the hind legs of a frightened rabbit. 
Here they were again, about to commit the greatest of all crimes.  This
time there was no denying or hiding behind questions of how or why it
happened.  What's done was already done.  This consanguineous affair was
never going to end.  The chemistry, the love, the sex, was all too good to
refuse.
   Back on her knees and straddling Robert, Marie seductively masturbated
herself with one hand, spreading her natural lubrication and enjoying the
sensitivity of her throbbing clit, and bracing her son with the other,
ready to be taken back to the womb.
   'I've been thinking about this moment so much,' she confessed. 
'Thinking about that hot sex with my beautiful man; it excites me too
much.'
   'I'm glad it's with you, mom,' Robert gushed, sitting up to level with
her.  'I didn't mean what I said the last time.  I'm glad you're my mom. 
You're so easy to be in love with...'
   Marie froze.  Emotion overcame her like a thunderous force of nature and
settled on her heart.  The hurricane of the butterflies released her from
her daze and made her truly see for the first time.
   This wasn't just a genetic sexual attraction.  It was a very deep and
complex love in all of its many forms combined.  And Robert was right. 
Their love was only young and yet so much of it that was lost in time was
to be made up for and this was the result; an uncontrollable desire and a
meaningful depth that was to be filled at all costs and in any way
possible.
   'You're in love with me?' she whimpered.  He nodded.
   'And I know we can't do absolutely everything other families can do and
what other lovers can do,' he concluded, 'but there's nothing else in the
world that I want more than to be with you and to be in love with you and
to be able to show it like this.'
   Marie was devastated and overcome with joy all at once.  Her whole body
trembled as she reached out for him, to be embraced by him.  With ragged,
uncontrollable breaths she begged the question most important now.  'Are
you ready for me?'
   'I'm yours,' Robert replied and returned ever so slowly to warm,
nurturing flesh from which he came.  And he held her there by her bare
hips, sat in his lap with his length buried inside her as she guided him
home a little at a time.
   'You really do fit me just right,' she whimpered, holding onto him for
support.  When she became confident that she had accommodated him properly,
she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and leaned in to kiss Robert
tenderly as they began to synchronise and writhe together.
   'It feels so good to be inside you...'
   'Again,' she added.
   'How does mommy feel?' Marie dared to ask specifically.
   'Delicious,' he said, to which she replied, 'touché.'
   Marie leaned outward, arching her back to buck and grind against him
with more deliberation.  The head of his cock could rub up against her
G-spot that way, which drove her mad with the build-up of pressure and
sensitivity that threatened one hell of a first climax.
   That left Robert to soak in the sight of his mother's beautiful
nakedness, not knowing whether he was coming or going - in or out and in or
out - her full, rounded breasts which hung just right and swayed and
heaved. He moved his hands to her full bottom to help guide her back and
forth as she seductively consumed him a bit at a time, and there he was
lost in the madness between love and lust until she caught his attention by
gripping his solid cock with the soft, hugging walls of her dripping pussy
and exhaled a long, pleasured groan.
   He could even feel her heat against his face, her thighs wide and
inviting as she continued her sexual swaying, and as he breathed in, he
became intoxicated with her musk.  How odd would it have been in any other
man's life, to sense his mother simmering like an orgasmic stew, let alone
sliding up and down on her son with pure sexual abandon?
   He knew that sooner or later he would have his face buried in her pussy
as if trying to climb back in tongue first!
   'You love my ass, don't you?' Marie asked with a wicked smile.  'You
know you can grab it all you like and look at it all you like from behind
and get that fucking amazing babymaker deeper inside me.'
   Robert didn't need another hint.  Flipping Marie over into the middle of
the bed he crawled up behind her, his member swaying from side to side. 
Marie offered herself up to him, wiggling her butt to match his little
man's movements, all the while giggling.  That changed when he took her by
the hips, kissing each cheek in appreciation and lined up to slide deep
with excruciating bliss.
   To hear his mother moan like that, too - "ooohhhhh ffffuck" - like a
full-on foot massage after a long day; he didn't just bring her pleasure,
he brought her relief, from his long absence where size clearly mattered.
   'Move in with me,' she begged, 'sleep in my bed and give me this every
night and I'll make you the best birthday cakes!'
   The hysterics started again between them, but Robert wasn't stopping and
soon she was looking over her shoulder with that "cat got the cream" look.
Not yet, her son thought, as much as he could easily have let himself go
there and then.  He reached down, grabbed a handful of her long curly red
locks and firmly pulled her back to meet him in a greedy kiss, reaching
around to explore the hidden ridges of her ribs before caressing her
breasts.
   Pulling herself off him, she swirled around to be in his arms properly
and attacked him playfully, wrapping her thighs around his hips and
dragging him down to lay side by side.
   'God I can't get enough of you,' he gushed and burned up blushing to
prove it as they laughed and kissed and got lost in each other.
   'So who told you to stop?' she asked and guided him back into her and he
slid in with such ease that he was all the way in to the hilt.  Her legs
still wrapped around him, he began to plunge deep and easy into his mother,
watching as he came out soaking and returned home with tempting orgasmic
delight.
   'Do you know what you do to me when you make me come?' she asked.  And
to answer him, 'you leave me helplessly closer every time to that point of
no return you feel when you're about to orgasm and you can't hold back?  A
little more at a time; just waiting for the big one; wanting you to join me
there and explode deep inside me.  It's so scary and wonderful when it
feels right.'
   'Patience mother,' Robert said with a smile.  'I'm with you.'
   'Such a fucking gentleman,' she cooed, blowing cool air into his
sweat-streaked face.  'And I can't wait...'
   'Well I'm going to make you wait,' he replied cruelly.  But she
approved.
   'Good!' n 8
   'He makes love like a God,' she thought to herself, lying there with her
eyes closed as the moans now escaped her lips freely, one after the other.
Now she lay facing the opposite directing as they spooned and his free hand
caressed her clit with slippery fingers while he planted a lover's kisses
on her exposed neck.  To go from playful sex to unbridled lovemaking was
inevitable.  That's what they were now and so he doted on her as she leapt
from orgasm to orgasm, losing count.
   'I'm ready, mom,' he whispered.  'I'm close...'
   To hear those words, to think of what was to come, and in gallons she
hoped because she wanted more of him inside her than was humanly possible.
They parted again for a moment, connected only by knowing smiles and
intense eye-contact.
   'Come back to mommy,' she said, lying down flat on her back and opening
herself to submit to his full length.  'Just trust your instincts and
relax,' she guided as he placed the tip of his slick, throbbing erection
between her blooming labia and edged back in.  'Ohhh, that's right...'
   He slid in deep, their pubic bones meeting together again, and slid his
hands underneath Marie's arms to clasp at her shoulders.  Never in either's
lives had they experienced such a tender and loving moment as when they met
that way and began to move against each other, locked into a deep and
sensual kiss as the moment approached.
   Marie felt drugged, dizzy and slow, her body in a state of sexual ruin
bordering on both physical and emotional exhaustion as her son masterfully
plunged home, back and forth with such grace and beauty.  All she could do
was watch, gazing dreamily into his eyes.
   'Feels beautiful,' she slurred and realised that she was somewhere
between one hell of an orgasm and one hell of a hangover.  'Going over that
edge, knowing there's no going back...'
   And he felt it, the surge of electrical impulses all going down in that
same one direction, from every nerve ending, deep into his abdomen and
coming to a head where her sloshing pussy greedily sucked at and squeezed
around the manhood it once created.
   'Fffffffuuuuuuck,' she gasped, feeling him throb and grow and pulsate
within her as Robert began to tremble and to strain.  The fear in his eyes
was tremendous, his eyebrows knitting together in a flood of emotions as he
glided home to flood his mother's pussy with his own seed.
   'Mom,' he cried through ragged breathing as he braced himself at the
point of no return.
   'Let it happen,' she begged frantically, bucking her hips up to try to
take him that extra inch deeper.  'Come with me, come, come!'
   Robert fell silent, gripped by an immense event that jolted through him
relentlessly.  As his muscles became like steel cables, taut and solid, so
did they too fall still until his balls suddenly began to empty and he
flooded her with his white-hot semen.  Then they embraced tightly together
and rode out the end of the storm.
   'Deeper,' Marie cried as she fought for breath and with every time he
slid back into her he erupted in yet another jet of come, filling her to
the brim.  And he couldn't stop.  He couldn't stop giving to her what she
wanted and what he wanted for her.  And in that moment, any last bastion of
rationality be damned, he strode to fill her womb in every sense,
completely enraptured by his intense love for his mother.
   Robert hissed through his teeth, emitting harsh breaths, voicing his
ultimate release.  Still their eyes unblinking were locked onto each other
as that frantic urgency led past that point of no return and melded them
together in the heat of mutual sexual release.
   'I'm so proud of you,' she sighed, holding him tight, his sweaty body
becoming stuck to hers before he had even left the deliciously soft
confines of her vagina.  He was still so hard inside her.  If either of
them could have managed an immediate second time, it would have happened.
But now they shared their ragged breaths, calming and cooling as the fan
whirred cooler air back across the room.
   'That was amazing,' he gasped ad stroked her dazed, exhausted face with
the back of his fingers.  'Oh my god, look at you...'
   'I'm a hot mess, aren't I?' she croaked.
   'You're the most beautiful sight in the world to me,' he said and
initiated a soothing kiss before rolling off her and pulling her close to
rest her head on his chest.  Exhaustion took them both but not before Marie
voiced her deepest gratitude.
   Her son was back where he belonged, and in the metaphorical sense, they
were both ready to begin again.  She fell asleep thinking of his love
seeping drop after drop inside her womb although the result of their
lovemaking would and could never come to such fruition.  It was good
enough.
   9
   In the dawning hours of that next morning Robert awoke to the suspicion
that a certain somebody in the same bed was awake and watching.  Again he
was right.  His mother looked radiant despite her clear tiredness and
greeted him with a smile that said a million words of gratitude.
   'Hey, sleepyhead,' she welcomed.  'I guess we both needed the sleep.'
   'I've never felt so drained,' Robert said, mustering a weary chuckle
under his breath.
   'Drained is most apt,' his mother pointed out.  But she otherwise wore a
blank expression which Robert couldn't attribute to the time of day. 
'Question: am I still your mother?'
'Absolutely, yes you are,' he said without a doubt.  'Am I still your
man and your baby boy and all the other things you love to call me?'
   'You bet your sweet ass you are,' Marie said with zero contemplation. 
'What are you thinking about?'
   Again Robert didn't need to think about it.  'Making love with my
mom...'
   Marie cradled her head in her forearms and blushed.  She couldn't help
but smile from ear to ear as she regarded him with all the love in the
world.  Just as soon as she thought things couldn't possibly be this good
he proved her wrong.  Meanwhile Robert looked in awe at her incredible
beauty.  The sun shone on her hair, sparking a vivid coppery autumnal
picture where her freckles were fallen leaves and her eyes were the grey
blue sky.
   'I could do that with you forever if you let me,' he finished and rolled
on top of her.
   'Well at least let me make breakfast, if not lunch later,' Marie said
sheepishly.
   'Why?' Robert asked lacing her neck and shoulder with light kisses.
   'Oh, otherwise what kind of mother would I be?'
   to be continued....
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