Chapter 9

They walked quietly back to the hotel. The cool evening air put Pete in a reflective mood. Mom’s surprise had been one helluva surprise.

The sex with Natasha had been good, and he didn’t feel at all guilty about paying for it. How many times had he paid for dinner and a hotel room for a one-night stand? This was just another one-night stand, in so many ways. Admittedly, it’d been one with his mother...

Which Natasha had actually liked. She could’ve faked it, but she at least looked like she got worked up by it.

And, he had to admit, that screwing Mom with an audience had been really fucking hot. It’d made it nasty and perverted and taboo ... and downright amazing.

“What do you think her surprise is?” Mom asked.

“For ‘lots of Euros?’ Maybe another couple.”

“That’d be wild.”

“Yeah...”

“Are we going to do it?” Mom’s tone contained a hint of eagerness.

“How’d you feel about tonight?”

“I loved it!”

He chuckled. “Watching or being watched?”

“Both,” she admitted. “It was ... um ... not quite what I’d expected.”

“Oh?” Now he teemed with questions.

“I’ve ... I’ve watched another couple before. This was ... different.”

His mind teemed with questions, but he fought them back. He needed to let Mom talk.

“It was ... more like a movie. This time.”

“She was doing it for you.”

“Yeah ... I could actually see what was happening.”

He chuckled. “Maybe we should get a mirror.”

“Now that’s an idea...”

He laughed. “As long as it’s just a mirror.”

“What do you mean?”

“No photos. Those have a way of getting out.”

“Yeah.”

They walked quietly for another block before Mom spoke.

“I liked her watching,” she said. “Her knowing. That made it really hot.”

“Yeah. That it did.”

“Mmm.”

“So we’re going back?”

“I think so.”

Back at the hotel, they both took quick showers. Pete poured them some wine and they went out on the balcony in their robes. The cool night still held the sounds of intermittent traffic and the laughter or shouts of people out late. They sipped their wine in companionable silence. Pete let his mind drift.

He’d been fucking his Mom for a week now, more or less. He didn’t feel like doing an exact count of days. The sex had been amazing, for the most part. She was a sexy older woman who was a mink in bed. And the taboo...

The taboo bothered him. Well, not really. He didn’t mind breaking the taboo. He just didn’t like how much he enjoyed the taboo.

Natasha was the first woman he’d screwed since he and Mom had started. It’d been good, but ... if Mom hadn’t been there?

It hadn’t been that good. Even if she was a pro. Well, it had been good, but not amazing. Not until Mom joined in. Then it had been incredible.

And, hell, sex with two women at once was always pretty damned good.

Mom stirred.

“Yeah?” he asked.

“Mmm ... thinking about Natasha.”

“Watching her?”

“Well ... no. Um...”

“Her sucking your tits?”

“Uh ... yeah.” He could sense her blush despite the low light.

“Did you like it?”

“Mmm hmm.”

“Have you ... um ... been with...?”

“No ... but...”

“You’ve been curious.”

“Yeah.” She started rocking slightly.

He chuckled.

“What?”

“We’re definitely going back.”

Pete woke in the middle of the night from a bad dream. Something about falling or quicksand. He shook himself, and made himself get up and get some water. It helped calm him down. And as he did, he thought some more about the evening.

I was hard to believe how quickly and easily he’d accepted incest. The guilt about doing it had long since faded. He and Mom had had far too much sex for him to feel bad about it.

But ... now?

They’d gone from just doing it to playing it up. To letting people know what they were doing.

To heighten the excitement.

Was that good? Or did they need to stop?

He didn’t want to stop. He really wanted to see what Natasha had been hinting at.

He thought about that until he fell back asleep.

The next evening was surprisingly cool, with a steady breeze after some late afternoon showers. Pete and Mom had eaten an early dinner at a nearby cafe and barely spoken. Certainly not about anything of importance. Now they strolled with forced casualness into the red light district.

Despite a vigorous round of morning sex, Pete could feel the adrenaline and testosterone coursing through him. Was it possible to be horny even after fucking multiple times a day for a week?

Pete’s eyes darted all around, but never settled on anything. The music from the nightclub/brothels didn’t entice him and tonight the neon just looked garish. Not that it got classier the closer they got to Natasha’s. He just didn’t care.

She wasn’t in her window, so they knocked on her door. Then waited. Then knocked again. Then waited just a bit more.

When the door opened, Natasha stood there with a huge grin on her face.

“You came!” She ushered them in. “You came! Bring much Euros?”

“We did.” Mom pulled a wad out of her purse that was thicker than the night before.

“Good, good! Come.”

They followed the redhead, and Pete noted that her outfit was much the same as the night before—a corset with garters and panties. This outfit was in all black, though, with ornamental gold buckles here and there.

She led them back to the bedroom they’d been in the night before. Natasha pulled the curtain and a short, wavy-haired brunette in white lingerie came in from the next room. She smiled at Pete.

“This Katja,” Natasha said. “Sister.”

“Your sister?” Mom asked.

“Yes, we’re sisters,” Katja said, with a strong British accent. She smiled. “Natasha says you’re mother and son.”

Pete looked carefully at Katie’s face. There was some resemblance to Natasha, but it was hard to be sure they were related.

“We are,” Mom said.