RIGHTS and ERRORS, mother and son Chapter 02

It's been five long months since I overcame the feeling of "wrong" and made a very "right" choice with my son, Ben. I may have aged a year in that time - I'm thirty-nine now - but I feel ten years younger. Sometimes twenty or more. I have no doubt now that Ben has a lot of his father's genes. Or at least those that his father exhibited when he and I were much younger. Ben is a thrill-seeker <unk> not to mention a thrill-seeker <unk> and I was happy, very happy, to play together. It all started as soon as we got together, Ben and I, and wonderfully, gloriously, it took me by surprise. That first weekend was a shock to my system. I mean, what mother wouldn't be shocked to see herself having sex with her son and - despite the internal debates about what's right and what's wrong - enjoying every second more than she ever remembered having fun? When Ben reluctantly left for his part-time summer job on Monday morning, I was almost delirious with joy, to say the least. I walked around the house -- well, I missed -- trying my best to tell myself that it was all very wrong. It was taboo, it was -- let's be honest here -- incest, it was -- it was very, very good. All I could think about that Monday was how everything had been wicked and bad and wonderful. It wasn't just the sex, which was surprisingly good in every way, but we kissed like lovers do, lips and tongues caught in a passion that was deliberate and meaningful. We had changed, seemingly in an instant, from a normal mother and son to a still very sexual partnership -- mother and son, but now lovers. "Right" outweighed "wrong" a hundredfold. So, of course, I started to doubt Ben and what my son was thinking, maybe he'd gotten everything he wanted, maybe he was just a MILF hunter and I was just another trophy, maybe it was too much for him, too wrong. I looked at myself. I was dressed in a very short summer skirt and just a light cotton blouse, both light blue. The blouse was loose and buttoned just below my small breasts, a deep V-neck showing more flesh than I would normally offer to the world. Was it too much? Did I look desperate? Was it all too much? The front door closed, and so did my mind. Until Ben burst into the kitchen where I was having coffee. "My mother?" I could see in an instant that Ben had as many doubts as I did and that he wanted the weekend to be totally real and to have a future. My maternal instincts were busy arguing with the worst of the worst, and I had no idea what my greeting really meant. When Ben looked at my loosely buttoned blouse and his face opened into an eager smile before he answered me, I knew Mrs. Bastard had won the day. "So, Mom, wasn't it all a dream?" "No", I said, wanting nothing more than his lust, "we spent a very naughty time together and made each other have a lovely time". "You were right. God, I'm so relieved! I was thinking--" Yeah, I know the feeling. Ben closed the distance between us and put his hand on each of my shoulders: "Are you really okay with all this?" I shook my head, "More than that". His hands fell down and covered my breasts, "I think it's all right, then?" My heart rate increased alarmingly: "Well, I didn't stop you, did I?" He gave the gentlest squeeze: "No, mother". "Isn't it too small for you?" The next squeeze was a little tighter, "Perfect". "They missed you". I paused. "Me, too". "Oh, gosh, Mom, you have no idea how much I wanted to hear that. I leaned in and planted the gentlest of kisses on my son's lips. Her smile widened to the point where I got a little worried that her ears might fall off, "Oh, Mom. My hands trembled as I unbuttoned some buttons on my blouse, and I shrugged as Ben took his hands out of the way before returning them to my now-naked breasts. "Mom, can I... can we"... "Fuck again?" I asked, hardly believing myself. Ben nodded his head. "Yes". The tremors were worse when I opened the zipper of my skirt. It fell to the ground revealing that I was naked under it. My son's eyes widened as I stood in front of him. It was a gift to my son and I knew he wanted me, I really knew that. There was a longer pause as he looked at my naked body, his hands moving backwards so that everything was on display. I was trembling with anticipation, with a nervous tension that was only now making itself felt, and I cleared my throat. This broke the spell that had been cast on Ben and his hands flew into his jeans, the buttons bursting before he could pull the shirt he was wearing over his head. Within a few seconds he was as naked as me and I more or less fell into his arms, our naked flesh meeting and our burns rising to the ceiling and beyond. Our lips met, a strange clash that seemed sublime. The warmth of Ben's dick, stiff against my bare belly, seemed like it could burn my eager flesh, and it was all I wanted at that moment. I pulled my boy's shoulders and felt him light me up. My legs opened wide and I fastened them to his hips, suddenly free from the ground and gravity. I lifted my belly even higher, guided by his stiff heat, and offered no resistance as my femininity, my very center, slid along its length until the tip - the tip of my son's hard dick - was positioned between my eager lips and flowering ears. Ben's grip shifted, lowering me down and despite waiting <unk> wanting <unk> everything, I was still delighted when my son began to penetrate me. He placed that warm stick gently in my heart, separating my eager lips, his head finally sliding completely inside me and his shaft so hot following until he was completely and properly buried inside me. I began to sway then, up and down on that beautiful axis, and our kiss became deeper, hungrier, a deeper, voracious appetite took hold of me, and I began to go up and down, anxiously, desperately and shockingly much closer to a climax that I was longing for, even without realizing it. My son's hips now swayed to the rhythm of mine and he broke his kiss for a few moments to look down, first at my bare breasts and then at where I was buried deep in his cock. "Oh, mom... mom... I love it. I love you!" "And Ben, I love you. I love you to fuck me, to fuck your mother". "Oh, mother, I hope you love that I'm laughing inside you too, because it's going to happen soon!" I laugh, "I love it! I want it!" We start swinging faster, "As long as you don't mind my juices all over your beautiful dick!" Ben groaned and pulled me harder, our teeth clashing before the kiss resumed. The fastest movements became slippery as we started to sweat, but every hip thrust was perfect, and I could feel the climax growing inside of me, and I just caught the wave, the excitement growing more and more as we kissed and twisted, our movements becoming more spasmodic, until Ben pushed harder than ever. "Oh, mother!" The first wave of my own climax hit me then: "Ben! I'm... ungh... ahhh! I'm having fun!" Ben screamed with joy and I felt his sperm sneeze, popping up inside me. "Ben, oh, Ben, yes, oh, BEN", he said to me. Wave after wave of pleasure swept through my body and I cried and moaned, matching every moan and groan that came out of my son's lips. Still, we pumped together, squeezing our groin tighter than I thought possible, oblivious to all sensations except that of my son's beautiful dick. A final spasm almost tore me from his arms, but he grabbed me even harder and I trembled and swayed, stabbing gloriously into his hard dick. "Right" now outweighed "wrong" by a thousand. * * * I was still impaled when I regained consciousness in some sort of order, still in the same position, except for the fact that my buttocks were perched on one of the kitchen counters, and I was breathing like I'd run a few marathons, and Ben, young and fit, was feeling a little better. "What happened to 'hey, Mom, what's for dinner?' "I think I prefer that kind of dinner", my son choked. "Let's try it for a few days and see if you still prefer it, if you want?" Ben nodded his head, "I'm sure I will. Damn it, Mom, you talk loud!" "I hurt your eardrums, didn't I? I haven't spoken so loudly since I can remember". "I liked it", Ben told me. "It made me feel like I wasn't the only one who liked things". "You got it right". "You see", Ben waved his head over my shoulder, "you may receive complaints from other sectors". I looked over my slippery shoulder and saw that the kitchen window was open, "Oops". As we looked, the curtain opened with the gentle breeze, leaving no barrier between us and the golf course at the bottom of the garden. "Oops again. Sorry". Ben shrugged his shoulders, "That's very good". "I assume", I said, staring at my son, "that you're not referring to the view?" He shrugged his shoulders again, "Is that so bad?" I smiled, my mind going back for a moment to the daring games I used to play with his father, "Anyone could be going through, you know?" "Risky, is it?" "And you really don't care?" My son shrugged his shoulders once more, but inside I could feel his cock hardening again--to my surprise and delight, "I won't if you don't". "You know", I said slowly, beginning to shake my hips gently, "once upon a time I loved a little danger". Ben's dick got totally hard in an instant, "I've never tried anything like that before, but now that you mention it, I'm under the impression that I quite like danger". "From being seen fucking your own mother?" "Just fucking a beautiful woman. No one playing golf would ever know who you were to me", Ben began responding to my punches with his own gentle inroads, "but now that you mention it, maybe that would be fun, too". We were having sex again, and Ben's words brought a new urgency to my actions, and I had never thought about this kind of danger before, never, but now he said it out loud, "We have to keep what we do secret, right?" "Yeah, sure, but maybe a little risky occasionally, where we're not really known?" "Important", I got it. Ben tucked me in his hips, his strokes suddenly stronger, "You like the idea, don't you?" "It might be", I managed to say, "but you can see what happens to strangers who don't know us, can't you?" I pointed back to the window. "I can feel it for sure, Mom". "And you love it, right?" Our movements were already fast, the juices trickling out of me. In response, Ben pushed us aside until we reached the curtain. "I could take that off the track". "You're waiting to see if I'll tell you not to do it?" "That's how I was brought up". "Make a difference", I said. "You haven't stopped me yet". "It's true", I shook my head. No one had come close to seeing me like this for almost two decades and the idea was having a totally shocking effect on me. I was already in shock because of Ben and I, but if Ben was also so bold... "You know I love you, Mom?" "And that we're fucking, yeah". "Well, I don't care who knows how beautiful you are!" I heard curtain rings slamming against the counter and felt a cool breeze pass through my naked body: "You're a bad boy, aren't you?" "One of the lucky ones!" And I have a feeling that we can have a lot of fun. Would you like that?" The bastard part of me was winning now. "I think I'm going to love it. And Mom? I can see some old golfers coming loosely over here". My rhythm picked up: "They won't be the only ones having fun". "Don't move then?" "Just faster", I gasped, the first groan coming out of my throat. Ben's strokes became faster as requested as I writhed to the side to see if anyone was really approaching, my groan turning into a wail as I caught sight of the two elderly golfers climbing a small hill behind the house, and as one of them looked straight at the house with his chin down as he poked his partner in the game, the wail turned into a full-blown howl. Ben had seen the two old men as clearly as I had, and their movements became as frantic as my howls. "Go for me then, Ben, fill me!" I managed between sighs and howls. When his seed flooded me, such an unexpected power orgasm came through me and I appropriately yelled, "Oh, fuck yeah! All that sperm in my sketch! I love it, I love you, Ben!" "Oh, yeah, the mu--" As wild as the waves of climax were, I managed to close my mouth on his, preventing him from uttering the fateful word when the elders were close enough to hear, and I managed to whisper 'later' into his mouth as we shivered deeply in the midst of our second moment of bone-deep ecstasy. Such was the power of that orgasm that I pushed my son so hard that he slipped out of me and in turn I slipped out of his hips, sliding down his legs to spread myself on the cold tiles of the kitchen floor. "Oh, mother, oh shit! Oh, whoa". Laughter came out of me: "Wow, wow. I have a strong feeling we're going to have a lot of fun together". My breathing was getting back to normal, even though my heart rate was still in the stratosphere, "You're a gloriously naughty boy, did you know that?" Ben was on his knees next to me, "I hope so. "Yeah", I managed to say, "Now hand me my blouse so I can get up". "I have to?" "Yeah, those two guys are still out there, and me getting caught in the act is a lot different than me parading topless in here". Ben thought for a few seconds before finally agreeing: "I see what you mean". When he handed me the clothes, I shook my head to myself, it would be more than a naughty and 'wrong' act for me. * * * As the week went on, I realized that my dear son had never played this kind of daring game before. We didn't play it ourselves again, but it became a topic of conversation before, during and after an infinite number of acts. It was a hectic fucking week, and my internal debates about right and wrong were getting shorter and shorter, and while I accepted that things weren't normal, they certainly didn't count as wrong in my book, and Ben was proving to be a technically very good lover, or rather, a technically very good lover. By the following weekend, I was happily exhausted and satisfied with the almost certain certainty that I now had a lover, a sexual partner, with whom I would have a lot of fun. I also had the rapture of Hell and could barely walk. That didn't stop a permanent smile, though. That smile was in full force on Saturday afternoon, after a relatively smooth (no puns) sex session in the confinement of the living room. I was a little nervous thinking that all this would be a passing fantasy, even though I knew that our time together would be limited. Three months would be very different from a week or more. "Mom, I feel like I'm in a dream, a perfect dream". "You certainly look like a dream to me. Ah, wait. Pass the bucket, that induced vomiting". "I don't care, I want more". "You've always been a greedy boy", I laughed, "but parts of me need a break now. Nothing to do with age, I hasten to add, just the fact that a certain sensitive part of me is not used to all this exercise". Ben stretched out beside me on the couch, "I didn't mean now. I have my own sensitive part, even if it's in pain. I was talking about bold things, the games". "Oh?" I didn't dare say anything else, in case my voice was shaking too much. "I know you get overheated when we talk about doing daring things, but did you really mean all that?" "How could you doubt your own mother?" Ben was usually quiet, almost shy, but now I could see a new intensity in him. He was hesitant, but, I could say, determined. I adored Ben as my son, but now I fell in love with the young man, my lover. "Mom... would it be possible, do you think, if we could maybe... if it were all right with you, of course... could we maybe go away for a weekend? Somewhere where no one would know anything about us, I mean? If you know what I mean?" "In no particular order", I said, not allowing myself to think beyond my wants and needs, "Yes, yes and yes. An extended weekend, if you will?" Ben clearly expected at least a 'no' and prepared himself for a triple refusal, so the look of surprise on his face was a joy to me. I laughed, happy to be the senior partner in this new alliance, "It's a 'yes'", I assured him, "I think it would be good for both of us to vent. Even more steam. Leave everything for me and I'll book us a nice room somewhere 100 miles away, by the sea". "That would be great, Mom. Can I afford... you just said 'one' room? You mean one for each, of course?" "Money or no money, I don't think we'll need more than one, will we?" "Oh, mother, no, not me!" * * * The week passed like a blur, my aching part had a timely rest with the arrival of a monthly visitor normally very undesirable. To further improve the usually despised pains, this meant that I was at the same time free when the weekend came and with more erection, a mood that always arose in the two or three days after each menstruation. As if I needed a boost! I found Ben at the local train station after his Friday shift was over, with two light suitcases and our weekend change of clothes safely tucked away. The train was packed with passengers returning home, and the crowd was barely diminishing as we approached the resort that was to be our temporary home for the next four nights. Near our station we were the unobtrusive souls, a mother and a son on our way to the coast for the weekend, probably to visit an elderly relative or something, but the closer we got to the coast, the harder it was to keep up. This pretense. Malicious sneakers became more and more sneaky in my thighs, and, during a momentary darkness, as we passed through the points of a tunnel, Ben felt his hand rustle in front of me. Suddenly, the bright red blush of hope that had been hiding behind me faded... The mercifully short taxi ride from the train station to the small hotel I had booked for us went almost wordlessly for Ben and I, and I scribbled our details in the check-in book at the front desk of the establishment before we took the corridor to our room. Almost running. The door to the room was equipped with an electronic card lock, which was great, since I don't think any of us could have gotten a proper key, and the clothes were being taken off even before the door closed properly. What can I say about the next few minutes beyond "we fucked", it was an animalistic, breathless passion, we were noisy and free, somehow even more free with all those people just a wall or two away from us than in the more or less privacy of our own home, and man, that set the mood for the nights and days to follow. Don't get me wrong here. I still understood, deep down, that all of this was very wrong for a lot of people, but I knew I shouldn't argue against what I was feeling deep down. I didn't know what the weekend would bring, I never had much of an idea. And for the first time in my life, I just didn't care. On that first night of our first weekend away, we lay together after our first sex session, naked in the double bed, and we stayed like that for maybe half an hour before I finally managed to get up and get out of bed, telling Ben to wait where I was for a few moments. I grabbed the larger of the two suitcases and went into the small private bathroom, where I unzipped my backpack and took off a specially purchased dress, with a smile to my reflection in the bedroom mirror, wiped myself with the sweat of sex and pulled the black clothes over my head, a few small adjustments and I was quite happy with the way things looked, and I went back into the room. "Well, how about this as something to wear when we go out for a drink and a bite to eat tonight?" You often hear the term 'double eye,' but I think Ben's reaction to my little black number was the most effective I've ever seen. And the 'oh, wow!' that followed was a joy to my ears. The dress was short in the skirt section, and her striped blouse was designed to let the top fall down enough into the chest area to ensure that the inside of my breasts would be almost visible, deep holes in the arms to ensure that the outer sides could also be seen if my arms would allow it, and when Ben sat down - in every way - I turned around quickly, the skirt widening by a few inches to expose more of me than anyone but Ben had seen for many months. I laughed at the reaction of my son who was bringing such joy. "I assume you approve?" It's like, wow. "Isn't that a little revealing?" "No! I mean, I was just hoping that maybe we could be seen together, maybe even... kissing, if you don't mind very much, but that... wow!" "I could take it off and put something on--" Ben stood up and reached out to stop me from pushing one of the handles through my arm: "No, Mom! Please? It's perfect!" I laughed, taking a step back, "Okay, I'll leave it on. But on one condition". My son's relieved face smiled broadly: "What?" "This dress is black, in case you haven't noticed, so keep that messy - but gorgeous - stick away from it! It's almost eight o'clock, so go get cleaned up and we can go to a bar if you want?" Ben almost ran to the bathroom and I sat down in front of the long table in the living room, turning on the lamp. I grabbed my backpack and searched until I found my makeup bag. My hairbrush was the first one to come out, and I spent a few minutes untangling the pillowcases from my logs before I found my curler and carefully applied a little darkness to the edges of my eyelids. I knew from extensive past experience that I couldn't look more than thirty -- if the lights were really dim wherever we went -- and I knew that my son already looked like he was in his early twenties. Not that I didn't mind being seen with a much younger guy, but (I told myself) I wanted more than looks that couldn't be more than a few years older than him, much less a whole year. None of that stopped me from thinking that I was about to be seen and kissed by my own son. I looked at myself again, at the little dress, and another shudder followed the first. I hadn't worn anything so potentially revealing for almost twenty years, and the idea of strange eyes looking at me dressed as if it was scary, but exciting. What if when Ben also thought it was exciting, how exciting would that make me? I leaned forward and had to hold my breath when my nipples could be seen -- really seen -- within the tiny confines of the tiny clothing. Would anyone else see them? Would a stranger look at me and be excited by the sight? Did I really hope so? Well... "My mother?" Ben came back into the room wearing a sleek, dark outfit that I imagined he must have bought especially for our trip, very tight, very mature and very sexy. "Ready if you are", I said. "I am", he insisted, "as long as you're okay with being seen with me?" As long as I'm not too spicy for you?" "I'll do my best not to reveal too much", he assured me in a tone that made me think he was not convincing himself, much less me. A third tremor threatened to slide the handles off my arms before we even left the confines of the hotel room, "I'll do my best to make sure you don't do that", I laughed, less than convinced. I grabbed my little clutch bag and offered my arm to him, "Shall we?" He grabbed my arm and turned us toward the door, "I wanted to kiss you before we left", he told me, "but I think it might cause us to not leave for half an hour or more". "I think, in spite of everything, we'd better leave before I lose my nerve!" * * * All the fantasies I'd secretly nurtured for so long, all the provocations Ben and I would argue over in bed (or on the couch), all the silly, fun, daring games I'd played indoors, were all nothing compared to the reality of walking out of the little hotel next to my son, dressed in such a tiny outfit. I felt almost naked naturally and the gentle breeze blowing from the sea and passing over my nearly naked legs and breasts just emphasized that fact. When coupled with my beautiful body next to me, I admit I felt very wet just walking down the street. That feeling tripled when we arrived at the first nightclub and Ben made us stop with a questioning look at the entrance. "Are you sure?" I got it. He nodded, obviously unable to speak. There was a long pause before I was able to take the first step, and after that it got a lot easier, mostly because Ben almost came in, dragging me behind him. Inside it was quite dark, a relief to me, and I managed to get away from the bar while Ben ordered two large glasses of wine. Even a few feet from the bar counter, I still received an interested look from the bartender, enough to raise my blood pressure and more than enough to make me feel as naked as I really was. Ben turned to me and waved his head like a table toward the edge of the darkened room and I gleefully stepped forward, suddenly grateful to be out of the spotlight. We sat in our seats, and I was able to smile wide, no matter how nervous I was. "Well", I said, "here we are, in the big world". He took a sip of wine, "Yes, me with the most beautiful woman in the world". I examined the fairly quiet room: "There's not much competition". Ben looked terribly flushed, "But can I... can we kiss now?" My heart skipped a beat and regardless of the fact that we were strangers to everyone present <unk> all ten <unk> I felt so exposed in the strangest way: <unk>Well... I guess that was one of the reasons we all came all the way here... " Ben got up and moved his bench closer to mine, sat down again and put an arm around my shoulders. "Oh, Mom", he whispered, his face closing in on mine. "Make 'ma' short for Marie, okay? It may not be my name, but it can avoid embarrassment". And then he kissed me. He was <unk> we were <unk> hesitant at first, our lips barely touching. We both cast furtive glances around us and only the bartender, now smiling, noticed the contact. I imagined he thought we were illicit lovers, finally alone on the beach. If he knew, I thought. That's illicit. I leaned over my son and kissed him deeply. Ben seemed reluctant, almost <unk> maybe for two seconds. then he returned the pressure. the kiss lasted, then deeper. and I separated the lips a little, an invitation. The offer seemed to galvanize my son and he pressed hard against me, his tongue probing my mouth, his arm squeezing my shoulders. There was reluctance, almost, for a few seconds and then... ah, and then we kissed properly, eagerly, in front of very few people, but still openly. I raised my hands to Ben's face and pulled him even closer to my face. And he kissed and kissed and kissed. His hands fell to my sides and he pulled me close, and I received his touch well, placing my hands on his shoulders, aware that my dress was open under my arms, but happy to show the world that I loved my lover. The kiss lasted ten seconds or maybe an hour. I didn't know or care. My nipples were stiff against the fragile material of the dress, and as Ben's hands slid down my sides, his bare thumbs sliding down the sides of my equally naked breasts, I just kissed deeper. We parted at last, my quick and shallow breathing and I let out a strangled laugh, "Hey, be careful or I'll make a real mess in this seat!" "You think you have trouble", he was panting to me, "I'm not far from making a real mess inside my new clothes". "Good for you!" "Ma... Marie... you are so sexy, so beautiful!" "You make me feel it too. Dare we dance here?" Ben looked into my eyes and then he looked around the bar that was gradually filling up, "I want everyone to see how lucky I am, okay?" "Don't let them see too much, I hope?" "No, how beautiful you look in that dress". There's no way I would have had the courage to get up and dance for anyone else, but at that moment, so quickly, Ben was making me feel wild. Just as I entered the venue, Ben almost dragged me running onto the dance floor. The music was Club on Prozac, soft and slow, and I started spinning in front of my son the second I regained my balance. I stretched and turned slowly, desperately aware of the amount of flesh I was displaying <unk> always ashamed of showing too much, but always showing too much. Ben was in a trance, moving slowly and easily in front of me, an occasional hand touching my shoulder. I had imagined that I would need a few drinks inside of me before I even got to the dance floor, but I was intoxicated from kissing Ben in front of all those people, and now I was equally intoxicated with my own sexuality. I leaned forward once or twice, oh, deliberately showing myself to him and adoring his sighs, inaudible to everyone but me. And then the music changed to something really slow. Ben opened his arms and I approached. In the middle of a dance floor, so many miles from home, I let my son tilt my head back and his lips met mine, just as his body closed tightly against mine. He was hard and pressed eagerly against me, his hands somehow pulling me hard before sliding further down and making me scream softly into his mouth as he held my butt there in front of everyone. I writhed against him, pressing my hips against his while our lips pressed together. Ben's shirt was open in the front and his chest was bare against the crack of flesh that my dress presented to him. I slid back and forth, the dress opening against his chest until I felt my right nipple bare against his equally bare flesh. No one could see, but I certainly felt it so beautifully, and the kiss deepened even more. The music paused for a moment before returning to a faster, more vibrant beat. I made a show of adjusting my dress, covering my bare chest slowly, before kissing Ben lightly and returning, trembling, to our benches and drinks, actively ignoring four or five anxious glances along the way. Ben caught up with me just before I could sit down again and kissed my neck. "I'm in heaven", he managed to say. "Well", I managed to say, "I said we'd have fun". Ben grabbed our glasses and ran to the bar, evidently unable to say anything to me, but coming back quickly with a nervous, "There it is!" "I really did that?" I laughed. "Oh, yeah, fun, of course". "Do you still feel that way?" "Ma... Marie... I wasn't kidding when we were in bed", he made no effort to lower his voice, "but I'm glad it's your turn to do the laundry. I laughed a lot, "Safado... but I loved it, and it's the first night"... * * * We stayed in the club for another hour, during which I gave several glances as I bent over to retrieve items that had fallen "accidentally" and turned a few more times on the dance floor until the pressure between Ben and I rose to a level where we couldn't take our hands off each other without risking undressing right then and there, and when we reached that level, we just had to run back to the hotel and ease the tensions, or "fuck each other", to be precise, and no one even banged on the wall to complain as I vented my joys with the kind of laments and groans that are normally only heard in nature. Exhausted, Ben and I fell asleep well before midnight, naked, sweaty and full. * * * I woke up before my son, and I was standing at the window, bathed in the morning sun, naked and in love again, and I heard Ben moving behind me after a few minutes, and then I felt the glory of his warmth and hardness pressing down on my butt shortly after, his hands wrapping around me, sliding over my belly and my breasts, and we were on the ground floor, the room overlooking a small piece of garden and another hotel in the back of the building. "Ben", I said, "if anyone is looking out the window, they can see us". "I know". "If anyone walks by, they can see it, too". "I know". "Ben, your hands are caressing my breasts and making me very wet". "I was hoping you would". My son bent his knees and allowed his hard cock to slip between my thighs. "Son, if you try to push this thing, this beautiful thing, inside of me, I'm not sure I can stop you, but we can be seen. "I know that too". "It's such a risk". "I love you, mother". A wave of genuine fear swept through me when I realized that somehow I had no choice -- already -- because I wanted that feeling more than I could describe, and I think I tried to move away from that very exposed position, but the first inch put my warm, moist core in direct contact with my son's hardness. "You're going to fuck me right here, aren't you Ben?" He pushed me and my lips began to open to his rigid member, "You have no idea how much I want, Mom". "Ben", I managed to say, without going any further, "I'm naked, naked, right here in front of the window". "I don't care if the world sees how beautiful you are". He pushed his hips forward and penetrated me completely. "You don't seem to care very much". "Just because", I gasped, "I let your hard, beautiful, perfect dick press into my hot, wet pussy, doesn't necessarily mean I want my son to fuck me hard right here in front of the world". "Sure?" Ben growled, heading back to the house. "Ungh. Oh shit. Maybe I'm not one hundred percent against the idea". I pushed back hard, savoring the feeling of every inch of my boy's dick spreading out, filling me up, "But if you're going to make me act like a slut, then you better make me laugh so hard, you understand?" I could hardly believe what I was doing. I felt so exposed and at the same time very, very excited. My son began pressing his hips hard against me, his flat belly beating against my raised butt: "I want to make you laugh hard, Mom, and I don't care about anyone else, I never will". Although I was hyperactive, acting uncontrollably out of my norm, there was something in his words that shocked me. Not that they prevented me from leaning on him, stretching myself so that my nakedness would be displayed to the fullest. If there was anyone watching from behind a curtain in the building on the other side, then I would see a beautiful, slender woman being fucked royally - and loving every second of her exposure and pleasure. "Faster", I hissed. Ben responded immediately, hitting me deeply, grunting like a tennis pro at every punch, "Oh, Mom, I love it, I love your"... "Do you love your dick in my wet little face?" "Oh mother, I love your... your little face!" "Ungh, ah, yes, say it again!" "Your face, mother, your face, I love my cock in your wet face!" As I grunted with joy, a young couple appeared, passing arm in arm, no more than ten feet in front of us. They didn't even look in our direction, but I opened my arms, exposed as much as I could, while I grunted louder: "And I love it too. I need it. Oh, fuck, yes. I need it so much!" "Oh shit, Mom, I'm going to have fun!" "Fill me up then, fill me up, tell me!" "Any second, Mom, any second I'm going to explode on you, on your face, Mom. It oppressed me. The couple had already passed, but I didn't care. I lost all control as my son's seed spread inside me. I let myself be carried away by the ride of extreme sensations and probably shouted my liberation <unk> a liberation that was so sudden, so necessary. I lacked words and I was grateful, even when we fell to the ground. * * * You know it wasn't the first time for us, but somehow it was for me. We were strangely quiet during breakfast, and I was strangely thoughtful and worried. To my immense relief <unk> which by itself surprised me a bit <unk> Ben seemed to notice my sudden silence and although he made one or two attempts to get me to talk, he soon realized that I wanted some time alone. With one or two fairly superficial comments, he suggested that I had some shopping I wanted to do <unk> some things from <unk>meninos<unk> that he knew were available in one of the small specialty stores in town <unk> and arranged to meet me at lunchtime in a restaurant bar near the hotel. After he left, I went to a local park, and unfortunately I found a deserted bench in an equally deserted stretch of the most wooded area the park had to offer, and I sat and stared at nothing, letting a myriad of thoughts assail me. I'm not usually the type to analyze things in minute detail, but that morning I felt a profound need to 'search my soul,' 'look at my navel,' or some equally idiotic concept. What the hell was I doing? That pretty much summed up my thoughts and, to be brutally honest, my fears. Of course, I read the entries on the site, visited chat rooms 'specialized' in my newly discovered perversity, until I came to terms with the fact that exactly what I was getting involved in -- but none of those paths really gave me any answers about what the hell I was doing. I would let my own son -- 'leave' was the wrong word, but it had to serve -- as long as I would let my Ben see me, touch me, fuck me. It didn't matter how hard I tried to hide the fact of my incest. He was my son, I was his mother. Maybe a lot of moms had a little bit of treacherous pleasure with a seemingly accidental exposure or an inappropriately excited hug, but what? I'd let it get me close to the center, I'd let it get me down there, I'd let it get me to the point of being sweaty, I'd just let my nipples blush, and my blushing lips begin to think about it, when my son's softness got so bad. "Fuck you!" I took a quick look around, grateful that no one had heard my sudden explosion, and equally grateful that no one could see the blush that colored my cheeks. What if it was all so wrong? Sure, the taboo element added something, but it was actually so much more. I loved the way Ben and I fucked, we had so much fun. What if some people thought it was gross? As long as I can remember, I've never felt so wild and hot and loved every second of it. I got up quickly, unbuttoned the top two buttons of my blouse until it was loose between my breasts, pulled the sleeve of the blouse almost out of the skirt so that it waved in the gentle breeze, and then came out of the trees and into the center of the seaside town, ready to meet my son, my lover. * * * "Hey, you", I slid onto the bench next to Ben. "Mother Mary!" I smiled at my son's apparent surprise: "Didn't you expect me to show up?" He waved to the bartender and asked me for a large vodka with cranberry, delaying his answer for a few seconds so that he could collect himself. "I kind of wondered if you... changed your mind or something". "Not at all", I assured him, "I just needed to make sure I was sure, that's all". "And I guess that means you are". I glanced sharply at my open blouse: "What do you think the answer is?" Ben followed the direction of my gaze and let out a strangled laugh, "I think it's a yes. "Thank you, I guess. Do you approve?" "My drooling mouth denounces it?" I leaned forward and whispered, "Yes, and I really like the look of the beak. That St. Bernard we had was always my favorite". Ben looked around and then turned to me with a slight blush and a very wide smile: "It's hard not to drool when you're so tasty. Especially with a very grateful audience in the background. It makes me so... proud to be seen with you, if you don't mind me saying so". "It's unlikely that I would object, but thank you anyway. It's great to feel so bold and so happy to be with a handsome young man in my arms. Do you really like the bold look? Isn't it too much of a mess for you?" "Marie, I have to admit I've always liked that sort of thing, but with you it's a hundred times hotter. "I know", I assured him, "and believe me, it's great to hear". And it really was. When I was Ben's age and in my early twenties, I loved to be daring with my dresses, and in the short space of time, my son and I unleashed the hidden passions within us, those feelings of something close to a need to be. Boldness once again came to the fore. Hearing Ben admit that he had a "little bit" for this kind of behavior caused a glorious chill in my spine and lit a beautiful fire burning deep in my belly. "As long as it's all about you and me, I might even surprise you with how daring I can be". Ben's eyes widened as his smile widened: "Well, you know I love surprises"... "Do you really like that kind of surprise?" I had to be sure. "Yeah, honestly, Marie, it's one of those things that I kind of think about when... you know?" I loved the way my son opened up: "When you play by yourself, you mean?" To his credit, Ben's blush wasn't very bright, "Well... yes. But it was always a fantasy thing, actually. Even you and me, of course". "You and me, I like that. Do you have any particular fantasies you'd like to fulfill?" I paused: "And, by the way, have any of them ever been about me?" Ben's blush deepened in response: "Some, I think", he muttered. "I don't mind", I assured him--and I really didn't mind, to judge by the way my heartbeat sped up even more--"So how about sharing a couple? He swallowed a large sip of his drink, evidently understanding that I was presenting him with an opportunity to share even more with me than he had already done, "Well... are you sure you won't be angry?" "I could set a limit for blowjobs on donkeys". "Well", he said slowly, "I kind of like it when guys look at you with approval - it's been a few years or so, I think - and I kind of fantasize about you maybe seemingly 'accidentally' showing more than maybe it's normal to show". "The buttons of the blouse open without me noticing and that sort of thing?" "Yeah! Exactly!" He looked at my wide blouse, "Maybe just like you are now, you know? I mean, if you leaned forward in that blouse then... well, wow". I knew that I occasionally wore very loose tops and short skirts at home, but I had never realized how I should be entertaining my son's fantasies. My heart rate seemed to increase with every word he said. So I had another thought: "Who can see the results of his fantasies?" Ben took his eyes off of mine, "Um... well"... "Tell me, I won't be mad at a fantasy". "Well, it only happened when we were at home and someone like Tim was around, I guess". "Your friend?" Ben covered his assertion with another deep sip from his glass, "Well, yes". When else could he be in a position to harvest the seeds of a fantasy like that?" "You understand", I said slowly, "that not even Tim can know what we're doing, can he?" "Of course, I didn't mean it". I put my finger on his lips to silence him: "If... and this is a big 'if', you understand... if I promised you a little slip at home the next time Tim came to visit me, could you help me?" allow me to realize one of my little fantasies while we're here?" I could hardly believe I was saying this, offering this. But again, Ben's new relationship with me was bringing up the inner race of whores. For his part, Ben was at a loss for words. "Doing business?" More head nods. "Ben, you didn't even ask what I'd like to trade". "I know", he managed to say, "but I'd do anything for it". "It really has been a serious fantasy of yours, hasn't it?" He seemed to be defying his blush, looking me in the eyes again now, "Yes, seriously". "All right", I said, diving in before I could cower. "I'll be in a bar tonight and I want you to come in, pretend you've never met me. Talk to me at the bar counter, try a few moves. When I leave, you start getting very friendly -- kisses and hands -- and then we'll have to leave. But outside, maybe down a side alley to the place, you have to go", I lowered my voice to the gentlest of whispers, "fuck me". I said, "Yes!" "We might as well be followed out of the bar, you know, by someone who thinks they know what we're doing". "Yeah, anything at all!" My nipples were stiff and I was suddenly and deliciously close to climax, "You do this for me", I whispered, "and I promise that as long as you keep what's really going on between us in total secrecy, your friend will be able to see my breasts exposed, okay?" Ben was near hyperventilating, "I promise too", he whispered urgently, "Now can we go back to the hotel before I enjoy jeans?" * * * The sun went down before we could get ready to have fun and get out of the hotel room -- more specifically, out of the bed in the hotel room -- and I had told my Ben that what we were doing was very wrong, and he fully agreed -- by this point it had become sort of a joke to us -- and he even paused in the middle of a particularly vigorous shower session to mention how wrong that was, pointing to where his stiff dick was spreading across the lips of my cheek. I also loved the fact that he was willing to perform one of my favorite fantasies -- the bar search -- although I was a little worried about the idea of showing myself in front of Tim. But that would come later, and when we picked a bar that seemed likely, I pushed the thoughts of future mischief into the darkest corners of my newly reckless brain. We were fifty yards from the chosen spot, Wagon Train, and Ben looked me in the eye. "Are you sure about this, Mom?" More specifically, are you sure you know the game plan?" He looked at the loose, striped summer dress that I was wearing and actually licked his lips -- moistening more than one kind of lip in the process: "I walk in, see you at the bar, walk up to you, offer you a drink, talk to you, warm up quick, then make sure a lot of guys are watching and we run into the alley next to the bar". "I got it so far. "So", Ben smiled, "I start kissing you and... we get warmer and warmer. "You'd better not provoke so much when the time comes". "Mom, I seriously doubt I can provoke you for more than two seconds. You look so hot in the dress. And out of it. So we wear it as long as we can". Of course, the fantasy was one that I had dreamed of for years and to have it so close to coming true was crazy, but Ben's comments about my appearance were even warmer. "I'll be more than ready, I promise". I assured him, "And speaking of promises, maybe you'd like to call Tim tomorrow and invite him to spend the night at home"... My son's eyes rolled for a moment, "On a scale of one to a thousand, you only need to be a million. Let's get started before I explode right here". I laugh, "Flattery will get you everywhere. Give me a five-minute head start, okay?" Ben checked to see if we were alone at the moment, then leaned forward and kissed me, surprising me with the gentleness of the gesture and not surprising me at all when he combined the action with a quick squeeze on my breasts. "See you in five minutes, Mom". I left for the Wagon Train before I completely forgot about the act of fantasy. * * * The bar was moderately busy, moderately clean, moderately full of boys and absolutely perfect for my fancy. I ordered a large vodka with cranberry juice from the young bartender and received my drink in record time when he noticed how much meat was on display between the single front panels of my summer dress. I sat on a high stool in one corner of the bar, so much better to ensure that the whole room could see me and to ensure that the summer dress rose up to my thighs enough so that the occupants of the room would undoubtedly see that I was wearing my favorite socks. It seemed five minutes too long before I registered Ben's entry with the corner of my eye, and five minutes even longer before he moved to a stool right next to me. "Excuse me", he said in his best and deepest accent, "would you mind if I sat here for a while?" I looked into the eyes of this 'stranger,' my heart rate already rising, "It's a free country". Seemingly - and understandably - unperturbed by my seemingly cool answer, he continued: "My name is Ben and I really couldn't help but come over and say that you look absolutely gorgeous sitting there". "That's very kind of you to say... Ben", I paused and looked at him, "especially coming from a very nice young man like you. My name is Marie and my favorite drink is vodka with cranberry". Ben turned around and was about to signal to the bartender, but found him close enough to hear anyway, "Please?" As the bartender ran out, the 'young man' turned to me: "Well, Marie, I can also say that you are dressed impeccably. Very sexy, if I may be so bold". It's not my usual outfit, but someone likes to occasionally please themselves with something a little more... attractive. "Consider me seduced, Marie... er, thank you bartender. Here's twenty and keep the change. Where was I? Ah, yes, being seduced. By your clothes and the sensuality you exude". "My God, but you're a bold young man, Ben. In the background, I could hear some muffled comments that either ridiculed Ben's 'opportunities' with the 'older, tastier girl' or, more often, praised my more obvious charms (if 'tiny breasts' count). Ben was also busy ignoring the background comments - or possibly liking them very much: "I may be bold, but I don't usually find myself in a bar where there's such a beautiful lady present, and I would feel like I wasted a great opportunity if I didn't tell this to her". "Very bold". "Not very bold, I hope?" "Far from it", I said, "it's very welcome coming from a handsome young man. Although I must admit that such compliments usually don't make me feel so"... "Surprised or amused?" "I was gonna say totally horny". Ben's chin dropped, though his eyes were glistening with laughter. I knew he wasn't used to his wife yet and not his mother, but I wasn't exactly kidding. Here I was, sitting in a bar, where at least five guys were trying to discreetly listen to every word of ours, the top of my socks visible and the top of my dress exposing the inside of my breasts. And much, much, much wilder was the fact that I knew I was about to kiss my son in front of them all. Although they didn't know how to do it <unk> and I sincerely hoped that the difference between our ages wasn't so obvious <unk> and Ben I knew. We both knew how perverse that was on many levels. And after the kiss? Well, the kiss was waiting. Without mentioning my goodness, I suddenly kissed very warmly... Ben's voice brought me back to the reality of the room and the reality of my fantasy being represented in a very real way. "And my breathing is quicker, you can also notice". Ben looked at my small but clearly moving breasts and smiled, licking his lips, "I notice", he confirmed, "my words seem to have had a remarkable effect on your breathing, if what I can see of your beautiful breasts is anything to go by. "Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't be so quick to allow a young man to make such remarks, but frankly, you're having the remarkable effect you just mentioned. Ben was also having trouble breathing and had to gasp before saying, "Maybe I can help you, Marie. Here was the moment. I just hoped I wouldn't start to climax right there on the bench. "I feel the need to receive any help you can offer". With trembling fingers, Ben rested his right hand on my left shoulder and, after a brief pause, began to pull me to where I was leaning. Our lips met in that noisy bar and if my ears weren't suddenly buzzing with inner excitement, I'm sure I would have heard sharp breaths all around us. The kiss was nervously shy at first, but the knowledge of what we were really doing soon made our lips feel united and my son's tongue thrust between my anxious lips, meeting and gloriously struggling with mine. I slid from the bench into her arms, our lips still locked, aware that the skirt of the dress was stuck to the seat behind me, somehow exposing my legs, so that my thin, laced white panties were barely covered. I didn't care. I loved it, actually. We kissed for a few more seconds before breaking our grip to breathe and look at the passions we had attracted to each other. Ben looked down and saw the exposure of my thighs and sobbed softly. "Do you"... he paused to swallow dry, "do you think it would be a little fairer to the others here if we took refuge somewhere a little more private?" "I think that might be a very good idea", I shook my head, "and very fast". Ben turned immediately, his right hand searching and finding mine right behind him. He almost ran across the bar and I was right behind him, as clearly desperate as he was to move on to the final act of my fantasy. We went through at least half a dozen gaping stares from the young male customers and each one of them just raised my excitement levels to the point where I started leaking juices into my tiny panties as I jogged behind my son. "I'm not sure", said Ben loudly over his shoulder--a part of the 'roundabout,' "if I'll be able to go too far before another kiss!" "All right with me", I was able to say as we walked through the doors and out into the street. We were really desperate for another squeeze - and more - as we searched the dark alley, and that desperation increased another ten degrees when we heard the bar doors slamming open and shut behind us. We got to the alley and Ben said out loud, "I'm not sure I can wait any longer. I matched his volume, none of us daring to look back at us, "It suits me well. Anywhere away from the crowd now!" We stumbled back into the alley and walked no more than ten yards before I stopped Ben, turned him toward me, and pulled him close. "Kiss me, Ben!" "You haven't changed your mind then?" he managed before our lips met. "No way", I muttered into his mouth, pulling his pelvis toward my dripping muzzle, delighted to realize how hard he was already, my shoulders resting against a stack of boxes. He broke the kiss long enough to grunt "Boom!" and with an urgency that I loved, his hands quickly separated the upper halves of my dress, exposing my breasts as the handles slid down my arms. "Oh, fuck yeah, do you still think my boobs are beautiful?" There was more than enough light for him to give a genuine answer, even if he couldn't remember a few hours before. But he really looked and looked and this time he groaned loudly. "Oh, Mother... Marie, they're perfect!" "Kiss them then, kiss my naked breasts!" Just as Ben's head was about to fall off and his mouth about to make me scream with pleasure, we heard footsteps at the end of the alley and two high-pitched whistles of inspiration. "Kiss them, Ben!" I insisted. His head fell and I actually shouted, even as a voice echoed down the alley "She's got her breasts out for it!" "Lucky", another voice answered. "She must have heard us too and won't stop you!" "I bet you can if we get closer". "I'm going to try some steps anyway". I turned to look at the two guys coming into the alley. This was way beyond anything I had ever risked before, but I was hotter than ever. I leaned down to Ben's level and whispered, "Don't you dare stop! Remember what I'm going to do for your friend and if you follow me here, I'll let you see everything, okay?" I was really hot and desperate for my son. Ben dropped a nipple and hissed his answer: "I don't think I could stop anyway". I made the offer unnecessarily <unk> and at that moment, with the two strangers a few feet apart, I didn't care. When Ben's hands pulled the front of my dress even harder and the buttons opened and came out, I groaned "Yes!" as the clothes fell to the floor leaving me with only socks and tiny white underwear. I turned around long enough to make sure the two guys could see everything I was wearing and grabbed the front of Ben's jeans, making it clear what I wanted. My son's hands grabbed the sides of my panties and he pulled them by my legs before I could check how close the strangers were, but when the cold night air hit my exposed cheekbone, I knew I didn't care. When the nearest one shouted, "I can see her cheekbone, for God's sake!" I shook my head and smiled lustfully. "And", I said to Ben, "I want your dick in it right now". Ben's jeans fell to the floor and I swear I could feel a heat wave from his hard cock as he released himself. He bent his knees slightly and pulled me close. I stood up with my arms on his shoulders, my legs wrapped around his hips, and in a delicious second the head of his bouncing cock pressed against my soaked lips. I lowered myself a little more as he resisted and slid right at me. The quickest climax I've ever had in my life started right there, when my deepest, darkest fantasy came to glorious life, and when my own son's dick started hitting my overheated dick right there in front of two strangers. I mounted his rigid member with the abandonment of the most powerful orgasm, delighting in the feeling of his hands under my buttocks and one squeezing one breast while another pulled my other nipple... it took a few seconds for my mind to discover my son did not have so many hands and I looked down and saw each of my breasts being touched by strangers. "Oh, fuck... yeah". I had never fantasized that this could happen, but now I was... ah, I was in heaven. I looked into Ben's eyes as we pumped and got closer. I was looking out for his good, wanting it badly. He was looking back, making sure, I realized, that I was okay with it. So we nodded lightly. "They feel good, don't they?" he gasped. "Right, friend", one of the strangers growled. "How's her sketch?" the other added. "Perfect", Ben managed, his slight frown at me combined with my slight nod, "and it's all mine tonight". "He's right", I told the boys. The first one shrugs: "My girlfriend would kill me if she smelled her pussy on me anyway". The second seemed to be in a similar frame of mind: "It's a shame, but I don't blame you, man. That's a nice piece of ass". "That's it", agreed Ben, raising his voice, "and I'm about to fill her mouth with my sperm!" Another climactic shock wave passed through me and I felt Ben's body twisting in my arms and his semen gushing out at me. It was all so fast and frantic <unk> and perfect for me. I was practically naked in front of two men I'd never seen before and never <unk> expected to see again. They were touching me and squeezing and stroking my bare breasts, even when my own son's dick was buried deep inside me. I cowered in their arms, exposing myself as much as I could, suddenly lost in a wild spiral of fantasy and a once-in-a-lifetime chance to make it all real. "I feel", I gasped, "like a total bitch. So take a good look, guys. Have a good notion". One of the hands slid from my chest to my clitoris, making me weep in approval. Judging by the renewed hardening of Ben's cock inside me, my boy disapproved of nothing, no matter that the strange hand was touching him almost as intimately as I was. The guy was no stranger to pleasing a woman, and his fingers massaged each side of my sensitive, hard button, pressing my lips even tighter against Ben's now rigid member. I looked into my son's eyes, trying to let him know that my next move was temporary, but unable to control myself to wait for any sign of recognition from him before, with my legs still around his hips, I moved close enough for his cock to slip away from me, completely exposing myself. The hand on my clitoris almost stopped as the two men stared wide-eyed at the most intimate part of me until I could groan, "Touch it, touch my knuckle, finger me!" First, my familiar clitoral massager slid his hand down, one finger sliding smoothly into the moist center of me, and then the second guy reached between my legs below me, at least two of his fingers dipping into my moist heat. I lamented my approval, the sound rising to a crescendo as Ben lowered his head and placed a sore nipple in his mouth, pulling and biting it gently. I resisted so hard that my legs began to slip from his hips and he grabbed them, but instead of pulling me closer, he opened them further. Looking into my eyes, almost apologetic, almost out of control, he said clearly, "Fuck her, she loves it!" I was shocked, frightened for no more than a few seconds, before I felt hairs on the inside of my thighs and lips and a tongue pressed hard against my open cheek. "Oh my God! Oh, fuck, you're gonna make me... ungh... if you... ah, fuck... if you keep licking my cheek, whoever you are... ah, fuck, ungh, ungh! If you keep that fucking licking and sucking and FUCK, YES! Keep it up, I'm gonna have so much fun! Suddenly, there was not just a stranger's mouth on my pussy, but I felt both of my breasts being sucked, a mouth on each one. I resisted. I cried. In the middle of the climax, my mouth moved away from my mouthpiece, and as lost as I was at the height of the most incredible, powerful, hallucinatory sensations of ecstasy, a small, fractional part of my mind was screaming at me. I was a little afraid of how far I would let myself go, and I knew that anything was now possible. Instead of the half-scared, half-panicked reaction I would have to what I was beginning to expect to happen next, I felt a movement away from me, I felt my son lowering my legs to the ground, supporting my weight suddenly hit by gravity. My head was slow to react to the sudden change in circumstances and a deep, dark part of me <unk> despite the almost complete satiety of my body's experience <unk> almost lamented the departure of the mouths and contacts that were taking me to heights I'd never reached before, heights that threatened my sanity. But then voices permeated the whirling ecstasy of my liberated and desperate mind, or more accurately, an elderly female voice. "Get away from her, you filthy bastards, and you stop talking in the alley and go back to the pub!" One of the strangers stood up and heard his feet stumble in the alleyway away from the intrusive old woman, the other fellow murmuring a groan 'she doesn't!' before leaving loudly behind his friend. Ben was holding on to me, all of this was holding me up, saying something about us being 'fine' and that there was 'no problem, nothing wrong' and that he loved me and I was 'fine'. I embraced him tightly, even as my eyes finally focused enough to see a small curved figure staggering towards us along the alley, while a blur of movement disappeared behind it - presumably, I later discovered, an audience that had gathered to watch the proceedings and that now were doing as the old woman had instructed. The dear old man reached out to my son and me as a blessed silence enveloped us, but soon broke the peace with a laugh that wouldn't be out of place at the beginning of a Shakespeare play: "Are you having fun, love? Judging by your near-nakedness and what I've heard downstairs, I don't think I need an answer to that, but I can't say you picked the best place for a nookie, dear. "I was just... well"... "I'm just showering like a good person", she said, not very rude, "Yes, we all heard. But it may be late at night, but that doesn't mean that the kids aren't going to be around and that's not appropriate if they see you picking up a stick and having a good view of your boobs, no matter how cute they are. My senses were starting to come back, and I had this horrible feeling that maybe things had gotten a little out of hand, not to mention the rapture, and what might have happened if she hadn't come along. "You needed this so badly. Don't worry, love, I may be eighty-eight, but that doesn't mean I don't remember what this feeling is like, and it doesn't mean I've never done anything like this myself before". The old woman paused to breathe heavily, "But I thought you were going a little too deep there and that young man", she pointed to Ben, who was still supporting me, "well, he was having too much fun to 'help you too much, I think.' " She looked at him again, "Nice young man, isn't he? What's your name?" "Um, Ben, I, er, I know, er, Marie". "You don't look a bit like her, Ben. Pull your jeans up, love. That's better. Pretty idiot and all, but I've seen a hundred or so and I'm too old to get all worked up with one nowadays. Now, where was I? Ah, yes, Marie, is that more private now and let your son finish what you need". I babbled, "This is just Ben, he's not--" "Marie or whatever her real name is, don't worry. The kid's got a lovely dick and who knows but an old bag like me, right? We all have needs and I think he makes you proud, judging by 'ah, he obviously loves your boobs. Just the two of you be quiet and don't make stupid mistakes. Enjoy while you can before you both go your separate ways, right? I was speechless, but strangely relieved and happy, and suddenly I felt quite naked. I stopped and grabbed my discarded dress, struggling to put it on as I addressed the old woman, "No one will know, don't worry, and yes, I need his love, and yes, he makes me proud and we love each other, OK?" "I'm fine, love, but I can see you better now, I think you're his older sister and not his mother, but the same applies. Just the two of you, have fun". "That's very cute", I said, closing the three remaining buttons on my dress, "but"... I felt such a strange feeling of cold fear and glowing pleasure, "yes, I'm Ben's mother". Admitting this, even to that old stranger, was as liberating as it was horrifying. "Aren't you horrified?" "Of course not, you're not the first mother who has enjoyed or been sick of her son's cock, and after seeing that, I can't say I blame you". Ben was standing there, speechless, his chin almost reaching his knees, and suddenly, strangely relaxed, I patted his arm and said, "Thank you, Ben". Oh, well, yeah, thank you. "You don't have to thank me, honey, just make sure you give your mom the ride of her life, okay?" "I... er, yeah, that is, I will". The old woman leaned in between us, "Between you two, in the '60s I used to spread my legs for my two boys and they were always the best fuckers I've ever had in my life". I don't know which of our jaws hit the floor first. "Yes", continued the old woman conspiratorially, "it began one day when my eldest son caught me sleeping in the garden, in a stretcher, topless, and I woke up and found that he was masturbating like a mad monkey. I don't know what happened. I--besides him at the end--but I put it in my head that a decent mother would help him, so I made the youngest go out through the door and I felt I should straighten things out, so the next thing you know. Ben and I glanced over the woman's head, mouths wide open, but joy mingled with shock in our eyes. "Anyway", the old man continued, "I loved hanging out with your sticks and we've all had a lot of fun for years. And I don't mind telling you that seeing your dick, Ben, and your boobs and snatching, Marie - and remembering my own boys fucking me, well, it made me a little wet, for the first time in five years. So", she clapped, "I'm going to go back to my apartment and go away. I can't wake up the beast and have an orgasm. You two are going to run around and fuck each other until you lose your senses, you hear me? "Hum, yes!" I managed to say, "And thank you. Really!" "Yes", Ben added, "you made me feel really good about things". The old woman laughed: "If I were thirty years younger, I would have come to help!" With another chuckle, she turned and trotted back down the alley, leaving us in a vaguely stunned silence. Finally, I turned to Ben. "Angel? I think we should go back to the hotel, pack our bags and catch the late train home. I'm not sure I could face anyone here again if they were around tonight". "I know what you mean, Mom. I shook my head and said seriously, "All my dreams have come true and that old thing... well, it made everything seem perfect in a funny way". Ben turned and looked down the alley in the direction the old woman had gone. "Yes", he finally said. "Let's go then, sister". I tapped her arm, very gently, "I'll be content to be your lover". "Well", he said, "because I love you more than ever. "Sounds good to me". "Oh", he added, "and I didn't forget that you're going to tell Tim everything soon". My heart skipped a beat for a second and I remembered my hurried and unnecessary offer, as it turned out. I shrugged my shoulders mentally. Given what happened in the alley and what almost happened, it seemed pretty harmless. And anyway, that was in a dark and distant future. Then I guess I'd better tell you all about the dark and distant future, wouldn't you?