	The next week was a living hell in the house.  Henry kept waiting for his mother to punish him but, with every day that passed, he received no punishment and that only made him more nervous.
	Justin didn’t know why his wife had gone frigid on him, barely even giving him a kiss when he left for work in the morning.  He kept trying to figure out what he’d done wrong but he just couldn’t see it.
	Katherine wanted to say something to Henry but, every time she worked up the courage, she just couldn’t do it.  She was upset and frustrated and knew she was taking it out on both Justin and Henry but she didn’t know what to do.
	Finally, she decided she had to say something.  She waited until Saturday morning so she could send Justin off to get them all breakfast which should give her enough time to talk to her son.
	When Justin left, she called Henry to the front room.  He came very reluctantly, knowing a conversation he’d been hoping to keep avoiding was about to happen.
	She had him sit on the sofa with her.  She tried to say something to him but the words kept getting stuck in her mouth.  Finally, she managed to speak and, when she did, the words tumbled out of her mouth in a rush.
	“I know, Henry,” she said.  “I know you’ve been masturbating in my panties.  I know you’ve been watching me shower and we both know that you’ve been watching your father and I have sex.”
	He looked up at her, tears in his eyes, and said, “I’m sorry, Mom. I’m so sorry.”
	She hadn’t expected the tears.  It drove a knife through her heart to see him cry.  She slid next to him on the sofa and pulled him into her arms.  This only seemed to make him cry harder.  
	“It’s okay, baby,” she said, holding him against her and rocking him.  She couldn’t help but notice that she was holding him with his head pressed against her breast.  A little tremor shook her body and she tried desperately to ignore the feeling of warmth coming from between her legs.
	Henry’s tears dried and he sat there, letting his mother hold him.  He too had noticed his head was pressed against her breast.  He felt his cock stir and tired to make it stop but his growing desire ignored his wishes.
	Katherine let him go and Henry sat up and looked at her.  
	“Honey, what are we going to do?” She asked him.  He didn’t know that the question cut both ways for her.  She had become as obsessed with him as he was with her and she truly had no idea what to do about it.
	“I don’t know,” he said.  “I just can’t control myself no matter how hard I try.”
	She knew that feeling all too well. She started to speak when she heard the garage door going up.  Justin was back so their conversation would have to wait.
	“Let’s just try harder, okay?” She asked, very much meaning both of them try harder.
	She stood up and asked, “Can your old mom get a hug?”
	He smiled and said, “You’re not old at all, Mom.”
	His compliment made her heart race and she held her arms out to him.  He stepped into her arms and held her close.  Katherine felt him press his body against her and she could feel the hard lump in his shorts resting against her leg.  She bit her lip, trying to stop the feeling of desire that she had no control over.
	The door to the garage opened and Justin walked in.  Katherine and Henry let each other go and went to the kitchen to have breakfast, trying their best to let on how uncomfortable they felt.

*****

	The next day, Justin took off for his golf game, leaving Henry and his mother by themselves.  Henry knew his mother was awake and, any minute, she’d be taking a shower.  He wanted to watch her but he knew he couldn’t.
	Frustrated, he went to his bathroom and pulled down his shorts.  He took his hard cock in his hand and stroked himself, in his mind seeing his mother naked.  He saw her riding his father’s cock. He saw her sucking his father’s cock.  He saw her cum and, with that picture in his head, he came.
	Feeling some of his excess energy burned off, Henry went to the kitchen and had a bowl of cereal.
	In her bedroom, Katherine lay in bed trying to decide what to do. Justin was gone and she was alone with Henry.  She could try and talk to him again.  Try to explain that it wasn’t just his desires that were causing problems.
	Unable to decide what to do, she went into the bathroom and started the shower.  She looked at the bathroom door and, after a brief struggle with herself, she decided to leave the door open.  A part of her, a much larger part than she wanted to admit to, hoped that Henry would sneak in to watch.
	
*****

	Henry heard the shower go on and tried to ignore it. He’d already masturbated so he hoped it had burned off his uncontrollable urges.
	It hadn’t.
	Within a minute of the shower starting, his cock was hard and his need to see his mother had consumed him.  He walked down the hall and cracked open the door to his parent’s bedroom.  He peeked inside and didn’t see his mother.  He did see the open bathroom door though.
	He crept over and looked in at the mirror in the bathroom.  He could see his mother in it, water running down her naked body, as she washed herself.  His hand rubbed against the hard lump in his shorts.  He couldn’t stop himself.  He unzipped his shorts and slid them down and, peeking through the door, he stroked his cock while his mother showered.

*****

	Katherine washed her body, trying not to pretend the hands touching her were her sons.  She glanced at the mirror and felt her heart skip a beat.  Henry was watching her just like she’d wanted him to be.
	She stood in the shower, her body trembling, split between giving him a show and bringing this obsession of theirs to an end, once and for all.  She turned to face the mirror and saw him duck away.  She made her decision.
	Leaving the water running, she quickly got out of the shower and walked out into the bedroom.  
	Henry’s heart felt like it was going to explode as his mother stepped out of the bathroom and stood before him.  He couldn’t speak; he could only watch the water running down her naked body.
	Katherine felt her desire grow as she stood there looking at her son. He was standing as still as a statue with his hard cock still in his hand.  She couldn’t help but notice he was a little bigger than his father.
	Realizing his cock was standing out for her to see, Henry hurried to cover himself.
	“No!” Katherine snapped, freezing him in place.
	“Is this what you want?” She asked. “Here I am. I’m naked.  Why don’t you just finish jacking off?”
	Henry’s face burned and he couldn’t look up at his mother.  He stared at the floor, tears burning in his eyes.
	“Mom,” he said.
	“Don’t ‘mom’ me, Henry,” she snapped.  “You know what you’re doing is wrong.  You have to stop it right now.  This is sick.”
	He bent his head lower as she yelled at him, wishing he could just die right then and there to make it stop.
	Seeing her son like this, his head bowed in shame, Katherine stopped yelling and thought about what she’d said.  How much of what she just said about stopping obsession was about her and not him?
	With a sigh, she walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed.  
	“Honey, come here,” she said.
	Not sure if he should pull up his shorts, Henry made his way over to the bed and sat down by his mother, feeling embarrassed by his exposed cock but deeply aroused by her naked body.
	“I’m sorry I yelled at you like that,” she said.  “You’re not the only one with an obsession, Henry.  I’ve let you see me in the shower on purpose.  I also knew you were watching your father and me from the closet.”
	Henry didn’t know what to say.  She’d wanted him to see her naked.  She’d let him watch her and his father have sex.  
	“I’m sorry, honey.  I should have stopped this sooner but I just couldn’t,” she said, tears running down her cheeks.
	Seeing her tears Henry slid next to her and put his arms around her.
	“Don’t cry, Mom,” he said.  “We’ll figure this out and everything will be okay. I promise.”
	She cried hard for a few minutes and, once the sniffles were done, she let her son go and looked at him.  She saw the love in his eyes and it swept away all of the bad feelings.  Even in one of the worst moments of her life, her son’s love could still make everything better.
	She patted his cheek with her hand and said, “I love you, Henry.”	
	He smiled and said, “I love you too, Mom.”
	She leaned forward and planted a quick his on his cheek.  She met his eyes, their faces just inches apart, and she saw more than love now in his eyes.  She saw a desire that burned as hot as hers. 
	She leaned in again and planted a small kiss on his lips.  Their lips touched for just a second but that second sent shivers through her whole body.
	Henry gasped at the touch of his mother’s lips on his.  Her lips were so soft and moist, he wanted them back. He needed them back.
	He leaned forward and kissed her.  Their lips pressed against each other for one second and then two, far longer than a son should kiss his mother.
	Katherine broke the kiss and stared at her son.  Was the really happening?  Her eyes slipped down his body and came to rest on his hard cock.  He was sitting next to her, his bare leg touching hers and his hard cock just inches from her hand.  She bit her lip.  This was it.  This was the moment of no return.  If she gave in now there’d be no going back.
	“Mom?” Henry asked.
	She looked up and met his eyes.  She could see her wild desire reflected in his eyes and knew it was already too late.
	She leaned in again and kissed him.  Her lips parted and she licked her tongue along his lips.  His mouth opened and her son’s tongue touched hers.  As they kissed she put her hand on his thigh.
	Henry jumped at the touch of his mother’s hand.  She slid it higher and he let out a small moan.  He felt her fingers brushing through his pubic hair, his fantasy about to come true.  Her hand wrapped around his cock and he gasped.
	Katherine looked down at her hand holding her son’s cock.  She’d done it. She had what she wanted and it was everything she’d hoped for.  She stroked his cock up and down, listening to his little moans as she did.
	Henry put his hand on his mother’s thigh and watched as her head snapped up and her eyes went wide.  He slid his fingers along the bare skin of her thigh, feeling little goosebumps forming from his touch.  His fingers slid into her pubic hair and he could feel the wetness of her pussy.  He slid his fingers up, brushing her pussy lips and then her clit.
	Katherine whimpered at her son’s touch.  He rubbed her clit, making little bursts of pleasure explode out at his touch.  He slid his finger down and slid the tip of it into her pussy.  She gasped and gripped his cock hard as her son’s finger penetrated her.
	She met his eyes and said, “I need you, Henry.”
	“I need you too, Mom,” he said breathlessly.
	She let go of his cock and slid higher onto the bed.  She laid on her back and spread her legs.  He crawled onto the bed and lay above her, his cock touching her pussy.
	Henry looked between their legs as he slid forward.  He watched his cock touch his mother’s wet pussy lips, the heat of her driving him wild.  He pushed forward, the head of his cock sliding into her.
	Katherine moaned at his touch.  She felt his cock penetrating her, slowly pushing deeper and deeper into her pussy.  She grabbed his hips and pulled him forward, taking the length of his hard cock all the way into her pussy.
	Henry started down between their legs.  His cock was buried in his mother’s pussy.  Her wetness and warmth held him tightly.  He let out a groan as he pulled out and eased in again.
	Katherine’s back arched as her son slid in and out of her.  He was so hard and he felt so good inside her.  She’d dreamed it would feel this good but her dreams had been nothing compared to the real thing.
	Henry bent low and kissed his mother.  She pulled him tight against her and her tongue slid into his mouth.  She kissed him with a ferocity that was only matched by his.  
	He slid his hand up her side and onto her breast.  He touched her skin, feeling the softness of her as he caressed her.  He slid his palm over her breast, feeling her hard nipple sliding under his hand.
	He bent his head down to kiss her breast.  He kissed her nipple and then wrapped his lips around it, flicking his tongue against it and enjoying her little moans of pleasure at his touch.
	Shot of intense pleasure shot through her as her son licked her nipple.  She watched him suck her nipple into his mouth, not as he had as a baby but as a man would, as a lover would.  
	He thrust himself into her harder and she pulled his face back to her, kissing him deeply as they made love.
	Katherine rocked her hips faster, as she felt herself begin to orgasm.  She clung to her son as his hard cock rammed in and out of her pussy.  She cried out as he shoved his cock deep inside her, setting off an explosion of pleasure that left her entire body shaking.
	Henry watched his mother cum and felt a thrill run down his spine.  He’d made his mother cum.  She’d cum from his touch.  These thoughts made him thrust into her, harder and faster, as he felt his own orgasm racing towards him.
	He shoved his cock deep inside her pussy as he came, crying out, “Oh, Mom! Oh God, Mom!”
	Katherine watched her son’s face.  She saw his eyes close and his mouth hanging open, his breath rasping in and out.  She listened to him moan her name and felt his cock push deep inside her pussy.  She felt his cock throb as her son came in her.
	Henry’s cock spasmed in his mother’s pussy, filling her with his cum.  He couldn’t move, the pleasure was too intense.  Al he could do is hold his cock deep inside her wet pussy and feel each load shoot out of him, sending shockwaves of pleasure as it left him.
	When his orgasm passed, he laid his head against his mother’s breast and lay with her, trying to catch his breath.
	Katherine ran her hands through her son’s hair as he lay on top of her, their passions spent.  It was everything she’d dreamed.  He’d brought her to an orgasm that even his father couldn’t.  She knew it had been wrong but she didn’t care.  She’d never felt anything as intense in her life and she didn’t care about the wrongness or the consequences.
	Henry looked up at his mother and smiled.  She returned his smile and they laid there for a while, enjoying each other’s company.
	“Was it good?” He asked quietly.
	She laughed and said, “Okay doesn’t even begin to describe it, honey.”
	His grin grew wider at that.
	She sighed and said, “We should probably get cleaned up.  Your father will be home soon and he can’t know about any of this.”
	Henry nodded and reluctantly slid his cock out of his mother’s pussy.  He slid off of the bed and gathered his shorts from where he’d pulled them off.  His mother stood and came around the bed.  They stood, just a few inches apart, and looked at each other.
	He knew they’d crossed a line but, as wonderful as it had felt, he didn’t care.  All he could thing about was the possibility of a next time.
	Katherine looked at her son and her lover.  How long would she hold out until she needed him again?  Looking at his still semi-hard cock, she knew it wouldn’t be very long at all.
	She stepped close to him and kissed him.  Her lips parted and she felt his tongue against hers.  She pressed her body against him, feeling the heat of his skin and her already growing desire.
	She stepped back from their kiss and said, “Go get washed up and we’ll have breakfast.”
	He left the room and she stood there for a long time, wondering what was next.
