All she wanted was to connect with him. Her son, her firstborn child. James just turned 21 a few months ago. Her baby boy had become so cold and distant in the last few years. She raised Jimmy and his sister Maggie alone, and they were so close at one point. Now, she didn't know anything about his life anymore, or what went through his mind. She just wanted them to be close again. Now they are on the cusp of being too close. She sits in front of him across the table, considering doing something that is definitely not motherly.
It was supposed to be fun. All she wanted was to make him forget about going out with his buddies for just one weekend and be at home with her, just being a mother and son, enjoying some time together. She invited him for a movie night. He wasn't interested. She offered that they go out for some food at his favorite restaurant. He wasn't interested. She suggested they have a game night like they used to. He wasn't interested. In her desperation she told him they could have drinks at home, and she'd let him drive her car tomorrow instead of the beat up Civic he had purchased last year.
She bought him for the night. She had to buy his time and attention. She already felt so low just hounding him about spending some time with her. Laura knew she sounded pathetic, and after convincing him to spend some time with her, thought to herself that he probably relented out of pity.
"Come on, just like we used to do when you were young." she had said. She thought of how sad it was to have to say that to her son, as a 40-year-old woman.
What game were they going to play anyway? James is too old for snakes and ladders. Risk takes too long. He was never a fan of Monopoly. Their single deck of cards was missing its 2 of Hearts and she couldn't find their chess set. Since his sister Margaret had moved away to college, she decided to look through her things and found that she had something called "Icebreaker", meant to be played by small groups of people over drinks.
She thought to herself "Perfect! By the time we're a couple of drinks in, it might actually be fun!" She didn't expect things to go so far.
It started off nicely. They took a 6-pack with them to the backyard and played fetch with the dog for a little while. They caught up with each other. He asked her how work was going. Laura told him excitedly that she might be getting a promotion next year. But then, she asked him how things were with his girlfriend, and he said they'd broken up a few weeks ago... he hadn't bothered to tell his mother. She felt so removed from his life.
After they were done with the 6-pack, they had a swim in the pool, and he seemed to sense that she wasn't feeling like her usual cheery self. Maybe the alcohol helped him be less stoic, but he told his mother that he was sorry that he hadn't included her in his life like he used to. He just found it difficult now that he was an adult.
He would never stop being her baby, not that she told him that. No matter how much he wanted her to see him as an adult, or how much she wished she could, Laura would never be able to look at Jimmy any other way. Or so she thought.
After their swim, they went inside and she put on a simple sundress over her bikini. She came out and half expected him to be gone. She was pleasantly surprised to him sitting on the couch and so she suggested they share a bottle of wine. They tried watching a couple episodes of some show he thought she would like, but they mostly kept chatting.
Jimmy told her some stories about his life recently. Something about a friend of his who'd gone to jail over a bar fight that summer; he recounted some drama at his bartending gig involving a customer berating a waitress; told her how he'd bought tickets to a concert next month that he was excited about. They were reconnecting. He even touched on going back to college now that he had the funds to explore something more practical than a history degree.
Eventually, they were tipsy and giggling about silly things but, inevitably, the conversation started dying down and Laura saw him get a bit bored. James began getting quiet and that's when she remembered the game. She got them another glass of wine, put on some music they both liked, and set up the game on the dinner table. She had no idea. She thought it seemed innocent enough.
It wasn't. The game was just a series of questions, with a twist to it. The questions started off simple but got progressively more personal. Not just personal. Sexual. They were both disappointed. James told his mother he might try going to sleep early. Laura didn't want to end the night of fun she was having with her boy, so she told him they should give it a try and they would simply skip over the uncomfortable questions. He shrugged and said they could do a few.
The first few questions weren't anything weird. They were having fun. Some had James genuinely curious about what his mother's answers would be; like one that was asking them to recount a funny story involving a childhood pet. Laura told him about her first cat, eating his grandmother's prized petunias from her garden and vomiting it onto her pillow. James told her about the first dog they had when he was a little boy, a Yorkshire terrier named Teacup, and how he'd once found her with her tiny head caught in an empty coffee cup, running around the yard, and bumping into things.
Another question asked what our dream vacation was. She told him she had always wanted to go to Japan. He said he did too. Laura told him that they could go next summer, if he promised not to wreck her car tomorrow. They laughed. They were bonding again. Then the questions got weird, and she saw him throw away card after card without reading them aloud. She was feeling like the night would end prematurely and she'll lose this precious moment.
James mumbled something about how all of them were too uncomfortable to be talking about with his mother. Laura saw him start deflating until he gave a genuine chuckle after reading one. She asked him what made him laugh. He threw it away, saying that it was funny, but still too weird. Laura convinced him to ask the question, telling him she wouldn't answer, but just wanted a laugh too. James said it wasn't the question that was funny, just the wording. She pushed him. Laura just wanted a few more moments with her son before he went to sleep and woke up the same distant young man he'd become over the last few years.
"Which is better: being a hottie with no brains or being smart but with a face only a mother could love?" It really wasn't worth a laugh; it was the kind of thing that's only funny in context and with a few drinks making you feel silly.
But she did laugh and told him they didn't have such problems in their family, because they had the best of both worlds, something he should be thanking her for. He chuckled and told his mother that he knew she was "hot and smart" but that maybe it skipped a generation with him. She had too much wine and didn't think twice about the odd comment. Laura told him she thought he was hot, and hoped he didn't think otherwise. James said that he was talking about being dumb, not being ugly. They burst out laughing. He didn't seem uncomfortable with her comment, either. She urged him to find another funny card, even if it was a bit naughty. He seemed okay with it. After some searching through the deck, he read another one.
"What's the weirdest place you can think of to have sex?" and immediately answered it with "Your bed."
"YOUR bed." She replied. They laughed some more. He read another question, not thinking twice.
"What's better: receiving am-- oh..." James trailed off. "That one's not funny. Sorry."
"Ask the question." She replied. James hesitated. Laura took the card from him and read it out loud herself.
"What's better: receiving amazing head, or having pretty good sex?" she said, smiling. "Oh, amazing head, for sure. 'Pretty good' sex is not nearly as satisfying as amazing head."
James chuckled nervously. He said "Makes sense." And tried to move on, reading the next card as quickly as possible.
"Which partner of which celebrity couple would you rather replace: Angelina Jolie/Brad Pitt, or Ryan Reynolds/Blake Lively?" he said, voice slurring his words.
"I'd rather be Angelina dating Brad Pitt." She replied immediately.
"Ew. Brad's lame. Ryan is funny. He's also got the hotter wife, so I'd rather be in Ryan Reynold's shoes than Brad's." Jimmy retorted.
"No. Fucking. Way! Ryan might be funny, but funny doesn't beat Brad's jawline. Sounds like you'd rather be Blake Lively so you could date Ryan Reynolds, anyway." His mom teased, giggling. It eased the tension. They were being silly.
"Ask another." She said, pouring them another glass of wine. Laura was having fun. She didn't want it to end. James didn't protest his glass being filled again.
"Okay..." he said, searching. "Well, not that one. That's just too weird."
"$20 says you're too chicken shit to ask it." Laura dared him. He looked at her with a crooked little smile.
"Fine. Would you make out with one of the players for a million dollars?" James asked.
"I'd make out with you for free, cutie! For a million, that's an easy decision!" she replied, still giggling. He smiled and nearly blushed.
"Whatever. That's not even the real question anyway." James said sheepishly. Laura snatched the card from his hand again.
"OOOOH! 'Would you have SEX with one of the players for a million dollars?' You changed the question! You owe me 20 bucks, kid!" Laura declared triumphantly. James shrugged.
"Fine. I'll find your 20 dollars tomorrow." He announced.
"Yes." Laura suddenly said. "I'd have sex with you for a million dollars." And took another sip of her wine. Things were quiet. She suddenly felt flushed and very awkward about what she'd just said. James muttered something unintelligible. She almost asked him to repeat it, but instead decided to pick another card.
"Oh. OH! Well... no, okay." She said, as if negotiating with herself. "Alright, here's one. Describe the best wet dream you've ever had!"
James looked at his mother for a second. When she looked back and their eyes met, he looked away.
"I'm not telling you that. Pick another." James said. Laura relented.
"Alright... this one! Other than... oh!" she trailed off, the tone of her voice changing slightly. "Other than your mouth... where do you like being kissed the most?"
James rolled his eyes. "I don't know. Neck, like everyone." He spoke with an uneasy voice. Laura chuckled.
"What do you mean 'everyone'? That's not my favorite place!" she said, suggestively. James began picking another card and blushed really hard. Before he could read its content, Laura spoke again.
"Collarbone." She said nonchalantly. "It's really nice"
James looked at her and raised an eyebrow. "Really? Collarbone? That seems so lame." He said. Laura smiled at him.
"It's not. It's very nice, actually. Give me goosebumps... makes me horny." She admitted, also slurring her words.
"Okay, I'll take your word for it." James replied, blushing. He seemed to hesitate then, and Laura felt an instinctive warning go off. He was about to leave. She simply wasn't ready yet. She picked another card.
"In your opinion, what's the sexiest non-sexual body part of every player in the game?" she asked. James seemed to hesitate again, as if he was still considering telling her he needed to go to sleep. She looked at him and decided to answer first.
"Well, there's just you, so that's unfair." She began. "But you have a really well-built and broad back." She said. James simply looked away. "You seem strong." She finished, almost mumbling. She waited for a reaction. James simply looked at her for a few seconds, as if he was considering his words.
"Your butt." He finally said. Laura blushed, but smiled at him.
"My butt?" she asked.
"Yeah. You have a nice butt." He admitted. He looked away, unable to meet her eyes any more.
"The card said a 'non-sexual' body part. Butts are very sexual." She observed. James blushed even redder.
"Uuh... I don't know, then. Your... collarbone." He replied, fumbling for an answer.
"Oh. You're just saying that because I got that in your mind with the last question." She ventured, still smiling at him.
"I don't know, maybe." James still wanted to leave, but Laura suspected he felt too awkward doing so too abruptly, as if it would signal his discomfort was due to being horny.
"Your turn. Pick a card. Unless you need us to stop? Is this game making you too horny?" she asked, astonished at her own words. She took another sip of wine.
"No. I'm fine. It's not as bad as awkward as I thought it would be." James said.
"Right? It's just getting to know each other a bit better." She offered. He nodded, and tried for a smile. James picked a card and sighed.
"What's... ugh." He groaned as if disgusted, but it didn't seem convincing. Laura smiled. "What's the quickest way to make you orgasm?" he asked.
"Hmmm. I don't know if I should say it out loud while so drunk. I might get TOO horny, thinking about it." She laughed.
"Yeah. I'll pick an--" James began. Laura interrupted him.
"Rough sex. Like... put me on all fours, pull my hair, spank me like... really hard. It never takes long for me to get there." She said in a rather girlish voice. James looked up at her, almost expressionless.
"Me too." He admitted. "I mean, like... I would do that. To girls. I like being rough."
"Oh. I guess the apple falls far--doesn't fall far from the tree. Sorry, I'm drunk." Laura said, and smiled. Suddenly, they were both feeling like too horny to continue.
"One more card?" James asked, surprising Laura.
"Sure." She replied.
One More Card
She feels how much the alcohol is influencing the situation and allows herself to go with the flow. Something about being drunk with her son is so alien to her, that she reverts to her college days, where a drink was liquid courage and a party was just an excuse to hook-up.
"Alright... um. Okay, this one's... huh. Well, this one might be a bit too much." He says.
"One more glass of wine, then!" Laura replies, already filling up their glasses. James smiles and nods. "Cheers! To games night with my baby boy." She says, offering her glass. He clinks his glass to hers.
"This is a weird games night." He comments, meekly.
"A little bit. But it's fun! We'll stop after this next card. It'll be good to save some for next time." She replies, surprising him.
"Yeah. Next time." James says quietly. They both drink several gulps from their glasses before he steadies himself to read the next card.
"Alright. I warned you this one's a bit much." He begins. He swallows before he continues. "What's the kinkiest thing you would do to another player?" he finishes, looking at her as if fully expecting her to shy away from the question. Laura doesn't hesitate.
"I'd make out with you." Laura admits with no hint of shyness. Her cheeks were flushed at her eyes wouldn't meet him, but her smile and voice were confident.
"Hah! As if. You're just trying to make me blush. YOU'RE blushing!" he teases in a boyish, schoolyard voice.
"No. I'm answering honestly. Now you have to answer. Honestly." She says, looking him straight in the eyes, her confident smile not faltering. James stares back at his mother, quizzically. She's staring at him from across the table and considering doing something that is definitely not motherly.
"I don't believe you. Um--" He begins and takes another breath, as if he'll answer the question and move on.
"I WOULD! I'm drunk enough. You're cute. This game's kinda making me horny." Laura interrupts, still smiling, eyes firmly staring at him. James looks at her nervously and gulps.
"Alright. Well, the kinkiest thing I would do--" he starts with a dismissive tone in his voice but is interrupted by Laura wordlessly getting up from her chair. He looks up at her as she moves around the table towards him. He pushes his chair back, staring at her.
"What're y--" Laura straddles him and puts both arms over his shoulders. Jimmy's own arms are dangling by his sides, with him not knowing what he to do. Laura looks deep into his eyes and kisses him firmly. It's a closed-mouth kiss, deep and forcible, as if it could go either into a joking mockery of a kiss or unravel into pure passion. She pulls away with a loud, comedic "MWAH!" and smiles at him. James isn't smiling back. He looks dumbfounded.
"Don't dare me to prove to you how drunk and horny I am, mister!" she says, forcing a chuckle and blushing. Laura's unsure of her actions. Suddenly, she feels her son's hands on her hips. He leans forward. She stops smiling. They close their eyes.
The next kiss is just as deep and full of force, but this time it is wild. Their tongues meet and begin dancing around each other. They slowly tilt their heads one way and another, trying new angles, attempting to get as much out of a single kiss as possible. James' grip on Laura tightens, then slides down to her ass. She gives a short, breathy moan into his mouth as she feels him squeezing her cheeks. The kiss continues for several seconds before they pull away from each other, rather breathless. Laura immediately leans in to her son's face and whispers in his ear.
"What's the kinkiest thing you would do to another player?" she asked him. She leans back and looks down at him, biting her lower lip in anticipation. James looks up at her, thinking. He doesn't answer with words. Instead, he leans forward and begins kissing her collarbone. Almost immediately, Laura's arms wrap themselves around his shoulders and one hand grabs a fistful of his hair, urging him on.
"Oh..." she moans quietly. Her son continues to lavish kisses onto her collarbone and neckline, sometimes gently, barely grazing his lips to her goosebumps and sometimes not so gently, nibbling and sucking on her skin with some passion.
"Oh... god. That's..." she begins, but a little squeal escapes her lips instead of more words. Her son has gone from simply squeezing her ass, to inching his fingers between her cheeks and parting them. He's groping her with pure lust.
"I told you... kissing my collarbone has an effect on me." She moans into his ear. He seems to almost growl. Suddenly, Laura has a wicked idea. She leans back a little and feels for another card. She manages to take one from the deck and lifts it so she can read it. The smile on her face is wicked.
"Whisper a naughty secret into another player's ear. They can't tell anyone else." She reads out loud. James continues to kiss her as he thinks of an answer, moving down to her cleavage. After a few seconds, he looks up at her. She leans down towards him and begins kissing his neck, lending her ear. James whispers.
"I'm really drunk. And horny. And I want to fuck right now. Like, really rough. I'd fuck anyone." He says. Laura's eyes shoot open, alarmed. She stops kissing him and whispers back into his ear as he goes back to kissing her neck, instead.
"Me too, baby. But we can't." she whispers.
James pulls away, with a hint of shy insincerity in his voice and a fake smile, he replies. "Of course, I know that. I didn't mean that! Wait, did you mean you wanted to?" he says, hurriedly.
Laura can see right through him. He wants to save face, that's why he left his earlier statement a little ambiguous. She won't let him hide behind his phrasing, though. She'll unmask herself before that happens. They're already in too deep, anyway. Neither of them will wake up tomorrow without feeling regret, or at least some embarrassment.
"Yes. I meant I want you to fuck me, really rough. But like I said, we can't. What, you saying you didn't wanna fuck me?" she replies, faking as much indignance as he did.
He shakes his head. "No, no. That's... no, I do. I would. But yes, I know we can't." he says, looking away embarrassed.
"Okay, good. But I'll tell you my naughty secret, then, and maybe we can keep... playing." She says and begins nibbling on his ear. James closes his eyes and moans.
She gently bites his earlobe before whispering.
"I'd let you fuck me if I wasn't your mommy." James moans loudly and continues groping Laura's ass. "Pick another card." She says and kisses his neck.
James feels for the deck and finds a card. He reads it with an unsteady hand.
"Oh... fuck." He moans appreciatively before continuing. "What's... what's the furthest you could go with someone without having intercourse?" he asks. Laura bites into his neck and smiles another wicked smile.
"Want to see?" she asks, looking her son in the eyes. He nods, mouth hanging open. Laura lifts her sundress over her head and follows by removing her bikini top. She lets him take a good long look as she ponders her next move. Then, before she changes her mind, she gets up from his lap and removes her bottoms. She's completely naked in front of her 21-year-old son.
She straddles him again and looks deep in his eyes.
"What do you think?" she asks. James sighs and inhales heavily, staring back into her eyes.
"Is that as far as you'll go?" he asks after mounting some courage. She smiles at him. She was hoping he'd say that.
"No. But I'm asking what you think about my body." She says.
"It's hot... you're really hot, mommy." He says quietly. She bites her lower lip, stifling a squeal of excitement. Hearing him address her as 'mommy' makes her even wetter than she already was.
"Good. Suck on my nipples, baby." She says, already grabbing a hold of his head and pulling his towards her chest. He begins eagerly suckling on her tits with loud squeaking noises as his lips try to find the best grip. Laura closes her eyes and enjoys the sensation.
"Good boy. The other one, too." She instructs, and he does as he's told. She enjoys the sensation, letting her mind run wild. She wonders how far she can take the last card's question. What else can she do that falls just shy of actual sex? She wants to do it all.
"Take me to the couch." She commands. James leans forward, one arm wrapped around her hips, the other over her back, and stands up. She wraps her naked legs around his chest as he shifts his grip down to her ass. His face is perfectly level with her chest and he continues sucking on her nipples as he slowly moves them to the couch.
"Good boy. Lay me down gently." As James does, she feels his grip loosen and one of his hands graze her pussy. She almost yelps in surprise. She looks down at him, still sucking on her nipple and caresses his hair.
"Do you want me to keep showing you how much I'm willing to do, or should I try another card?" she asks. His reply is a wordless shake of his head. She interprets his 'no' as she wants and takes hold of the hem of his shorts, pulling them down. James helps her, freeing his erection from its confines. Laura can't see it, but she can feel its heat on her thigh.
"Are you sure you want me to keep going, Jimmy?" she asks, with a concern sounding completely insincere.
"Mhmm." He says, still sucking on her tits. Laura grabs a fistful of his hair with one hand, while the other hand grabs a hold of his cock. He moans and releases her nipple.
"Mom!" He says in a hushed, shocked tone.
"Shhh. It's okay. Nothing bad. Just doing what the card says." She replies and places his cock over her pussy. "It's not intercourse." She repeats herself, as if it's a perfectly reasonable excuse.
James closes his eyes and moans loudly, overwhelmed by the heat and slick feeling enveloping his cock. Laura smiles and grabs hold of his ass, then begins pulling him towards her slowly. As he saws his cock over her lips, he lays his head on her shoulder, and continues moaning.
"Shhh, good boy. This is outercourse, not intercourse. I'm just doing what the card says." She says. Then she thinks to herself 'but it is technically sex.' And pushes that thought out of her head.
She enjoys feeling his hardness press between her lips, rubbing against her aching clitoris and begins moaning as well. She can see herself reaching an orgasm if he continues for too long. Instead, she decides to continue their play time for a longer.
"How about you? How far can you go without intercourse?" she whispers. She gets a wordless reply. His moan escalates into a frustrated little roar and he pulls away from her.
He slides down her body, kissing her all the way to her hips. With every kiss, her heart starts beating faster. She's keenly aware of what he's about to do, but part of her refuses to believe he would, mostly out of fear that she would have to stop him. If it comes to that, she's not sure if she can. She knows it will though. She knows what he's about to do.
"Jimmy..." she says in an apprehensive tone.
"It's not intercourse. I'm just doing what the card says." He echoes what she says with a smile on his face. She shuts her eyes and holds her breath as she feels his hands snake over the sides of her hips, then over his thighs, and finally parting her legs. He's still kissing her, inching his way towards her pussy. It's screaming for attention, and she can feel how wet she is before he even puts his lips on her.
As soon as he puts his tongue on her, she shivers and feels a jolt of electricity course through her. He begins licking her clit with some ferocity and Laura yells in surprise at the unexpected amount of pleasure.
"AH! OH! GOD! Jimmy, please..." she begs, but doesn't know what she's begging for. He continues. She puts a hand on his head and tries to force her muscles to push him away, but they don't respond. Instead, she begins running her fingers through his hair.
"Oh god... how far are you going to take this?" she asks. He responds by inserting two fingers inside of her. She lets out an enraptured scream. James speaks from between her legs.
"I'll show you how far I can take it without intercourse. That's all." He says, as if the words make it sound reasonable. They're both playing a kind of chicken game now which neither is willing to lose. That would be tantamount to admitting that they shouldn't be doing this.
James goes back to eating his mother's pussy. She's drenched. His fingers work into her, hooking into her G spot and making obscene sounds as she continually flows with arousal. Barely a minute passes before Laura is slowly moving her hips in tandem with Jimmy's fingers.
"Oh god... I'm gonna..." she begins. James pulls his fingers out of her and shoves them in her mouth while his tongue gets to work on her clitoris twice as fast.
"Ah! Ah-ah-ah-ah! THERE! LIKE THAT! FUUUUUUUCK!" Laura explodes, absolutely drenching her son's face, and the couch. The little common sense she has left leaves her completely.
"OH GOD! COME FUCK ME!" she begs. James doesn't have to be asked twice. He moves between her legs and sinks his entire length into his mother. She convulses around him, still reeling from the same orgasm he gave her. He feel her clench around his shaft and enjoys the sensation. Her eyes are rolling to the back of her head. The feeling of being filled with cock mid-orgasm intensifies the experience. James begins jackhammering into her, drawing out her orgasm for far longer than she's used to.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuck! FUCK! FUCK! FU--Guh--" she descends into making guttural, animalistic sounds as her son pounds every inch deep into her. She opens her eyes, staring directly into him. He's not paying attention. Her son's eyes are closed as he grits his teeth and uses all his strength to continually force his cock into her as deeply as it'll go. Pretty soon, Laura is a sloppy mess as her pussy fills itself with a sticky, white cream. Jimmy's cock would glide into her with ease, were it not for her muscles contracting around him.
Soon, the orgasm overwhelms her and she begins making deep, growling noises, which then deteriorate into grunts and gasps forced out of her with every thrust. Her orgasm is ripping through her like mad. Somehow, she has the presence of mind to elicit yet another climax out of her pussy by playing with her clit.
Laura's voice rises back into another scream and, as if this second orgasm kicks life back into her, she seems to regain some lucidity.
"Oh god, I'm gonna cum again! I'M GONNA CUM AGAIN!" she screams. James shuts her up by grabbing hold of her throat and squeezing hard as he continues to pound into her.
She continues to play with herself, and he continues his assault into his mother until her muscles force him right out of her. As his cock is freed from her vice-grip, she lets out a jet of squirt high into the air, blocked from reaching god knows where by her son's chest. James lets go of her throat.
"UUUUUUHhhuhuh... OOOOOH!" Laura screams. One absurdly long orgasm, two exhaustive squirting climaxes and absolutely demented screaming throughout. Laura is done. Between the alcohol, the exertion of her orgasms and the fact that her mind can't even cope with what she just let her son do to her, Laura passes out from the overload.
James saw his mother pass out but couldn't help himself. He was too drunk. He slipped back into her and after two minutes of slowly fucking his sleeping mother's pussy, he came inside of her with a roar.
He picked her up, took her to her room, and gently placed her in her bed. Afterwards, he decided to go back into the living room. Funny enough, he found the deck of cards that had gotten them into this situation. He picked one and couldn't help but smile upon reading it. He decided it'd be a good card to leave by her nightstand, for when she woke up. It was one of the more innocent questions.
"Do you prefer cuddles or no cuddles after sex?"
Last Card
Laura awoke in her own bed about an hour later, cold from the dried sweat and more than a little loopy due to still being drunk. It was a little past 1 in the morning. She immediately panics and looks around for James. He's not in bed with her. She's not blackout drunk and remembers what they did very vividly.
She sits up in bed and sits there with a bewildered look on her face. Part of her knows she better go find him right now and talk. Apologize. Beg for forgiveness and make sure he's alright.
She looks towards her nightstand and sees a picture of their family when the kids were younger. She looks happy. James was only 14 and still clinging to her like a baby. Her daughter Maggie, always fiercely independent, striking a pose with a beautiful smile. She almost cries, thinking that she's just destroyed her family.
She uses the nightstand to steady herself as she gets up. As she places her hand on it, she feels something there she wasn't expecting. She picks it up and sees that it's a card. Upon reading it, she can't help but break out into a smile. She thinks that maybe James isn't as put off by her indecent, criminal behaviour as she is. It's oddly comforting to think she might be able to get away with this. It was amazing sex, after all. She doesn't want to regret it, even if he is her son.
She puts on a bathrobe and goes out into the living room. James isn't there. She inspects his room and finds his bed empty. That's when she hears the shower running. She walks towards the bathroom and considers knocking. That's when she notices the door is ajar. She keeps through the crack but can't see anything.
She clears her throat.
"Jimmy? You in the shower?" she asks rhetorically.
"Yeah. Come in." despite herself, Laura does exactly that, and sees his silhouette through the steam, behind the glass door.
"Are you... okay?" she asks tentatively.
"I'm good. Are you?" he asks nonchalantly. Either he doesn't understand the implication of her question, or he is way too comfortable with what happened. Either way, she needs to be clear.
"I'm still a bit drunk, otherwise I'm fine. But I'm asking about... if you're okay with... what happened?" she asks.
"I know, mom. I'm fine. Are you?" he asks again, turning off the shower. He opens the sliding glass door, revealing his naked body to her so casually that it makes her look away.
"uh... I'm... I don't know." She says, embarrassed.
"Oh... I was hoping you'd be okay. I'm very sorry." He says, taking the towel from the rack to dry himself. He seems a bit discouraged as he looks at her.
"Sorry for what? It's my fault." Laura says to her son.
"No, it's not. We both did that, you didn't force me. We're both drunk, anyway." He hesitates, but continues. "I mean... I'm sorry for... I..." he sighs. "I kept going after you... you blacked out." He says, guiltily. Laura stares at him in disbelief.
"You mean... you..."
"Yes." He says in a low tone, voice breaking as he tears up. "I'm sorry. I couldn't..."
"Oh." She says, and takes a moment to think. She suddenly has an urge to feel between her legs. "did you... finish inside of me?" she asks.
James doesn't respond. He just starts tearing up. All her motherly instincts kick in.
"No, no, no, baby. It's okay." She says, moving towards him and hugging him tightly.
"It's not your fault."
"Yes, it is. I took advantage of you while you were blacked out." He says and begins sobbing.
"No, Jimmy. I didn't black out. I fainted. I had a really strong orgasm and basically fell asleep. My mind just shut down. I remember all of it. I'm not gonna forget it in the morning. We were both drunk anyway. It's not your fault." She thinks while she pets his wet hair, consoling him. "I probably would've asked you to do that anyway, baby." James looks at her, questioningly.
"Really?" he asks, still whimpering a little.
"Yes, Jimmy. It's unfair that I was the only one who had an orgasm, anyway. I'm... I understand why you needed to finish. You didn't take advantage." She says, and then suddenly thinks twice about her wording. "I mean, you used me. But it's not the same as taking advantage. We used each other. I feel so guilty for doing that with my son. I can't forgive myself. But just tonight, I want you to know that everything that happened was what I wanted, even if we're going to feel terrible about it tomorrow. I just..." she trails off. James looks at her, waiting for her to continue.
"I just hope you don't hate me. I just hope I don't lose you because of what I did."
Her son's answer is a deep, passionate kiss. She's surprised, but doesn't resist. His towel falls to the ground. She feels him undoing the belt of her bathrobe. She lets it slide off her body and immediately feels his hands groping her breasts.
"Oh god, Jimmy... we're still drunk. We can't." she says.
"We already did. Please, mom." He begs and forces another kiss out of her. He plunges his tongue past her lips and she welcomes it. After a few more moments, she feels how hard he is. More than that, she feels how wet she is.
"One more time. Just one. We can't do this again." She says. "It's because we're drunk. Don't hate me tomorrow morning." She begs in turn.
"My bed or your bed?" he asks. She bites her lips.
"Mommy's bed. Come be a man in mommy's bed. I want it rough. Rougher than the last time." She says and kisses him again. She grabs his cock and leads him into her bedroom. As they walk across the house, both of them naked, a thought occurs to Laura. She turns back to her son and smiles.
"And yes... I love cuddling after sex."
Author's note: This story was rushed, and far from the quality of work I'm trying to establish as what you can expect of me. But it was a fun concept to explore, so here it is. I'm working on several other stories. Most are quite a departure from the ones I've done so far. A few are poised to become a series. Thanks for reading. <3