Chapter 5

In the middle of the night, I awoke to the feeling of my own sweat clinging to my skin, evidence of the vigorous exercise we had made. As I lay there, my gaze fell upon my son, who was still asleep next to me. His soft, flaccid cock stirred a primal desire within me, and without hesitation, I took it into my mouth, using it as a pacifier.

It was an act of intimacy and tenderness, a way for me to show my love and devotion to him without words. I knew that when he woke up, he would understand the gesture and the love behind it. We didn’t need words to communicate our feelings; our bodies and actions spoke for us.

As I suckled on his member, I could feel his body stirring and responding to my touch. His hand reached out to caress my hair, a silent acknowledgement of my affections. In this moment, we were connected, two bodies becoming one in the most intimate act of love.

We didn’t need any grand gestures or declarations; our love was simple and pure, like this moment between us. And as he began to stir awake, I could feel his love for me emanating from every inch of his being. He started to caress my hair while I kept my head still, allowing his cock to explore my mouth. I used my tongue to trace every inch of his length, savoring the taste and texture of him.

As he grew harder in my mouth, I could sense his impending release. But instead of rushing towards it, I slowed down my movements, prolonging our time together. I wanted to savor this moment, to make it last for as long as possible.

Patrick’s hand tightened in my hair, a sign that he was close. And with one final deep suck and flick of my tongue, he came undone in my mouth. His breath quickened and his body tensed as he released into me, filling me with his love.

I swallowed every drop of him, not wanting to waste a single ounce of his precious essence. As he slowly came back down from his high, I crawled up beside him and wrapped myself around his warm body.

In that moment, there were no words needed between us. Our bodies and actions spoke volumes about our love for each other. And as we again drifted off into a peaceful slumber together, I knew that this was just one small snapshot of the endless moments of love we would share together.

Sunlight streamed through the window, bathing our bodies in warmth as we stirred awake. As I opened my eyes, I saw Patrick lying next to me, his features relaxed and peaceful in sleep.

I couldn’t help but smile as I watched him, feeling overcome with love and gratitude for having such an amazing boy by my side. In this moment, everything felt perfect and right.

But as the events of last night came back to me, I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt. What had happened between us was beautiful and passionate, but it also went against everything I had been taught growing up.

I had always been told that incest was sinful and wrong, and now here I was lying in bed with my own son, after having shared such an intimate act with him. My mind was filled with conflicting emotions as I tried to make sense of it all.

Sensing my unease, Patrick pulled me closer to him and pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. “Good morning,” he whispered against my skin.

“Morning,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.

He looked at me curiously before gently lifting my chin to meet his gaze. “What’s wrong?” he asked softly.

I hesitated for a moment before finally blurting out my thoughts. “Last night ... what we did ... is it wrong? Are we sinning by being together like this?”

Patrick’s expression softened as he wrapped his arms around me tightly. “No, Mom,” he reassured me. “There is nothing wrong or sinful about the love we share.”

I smiled. He was right. What we had done was the right thing, the correct thing. It was only fair for us to share our bodies, and no doubts should mar our newfound relationship.

“I need a shower,” Patrick said. “Wanna join me?”

I simply smiled and kissed him.

The hot water cascaded over our entwined bodies, steam rising and mingling with the scent of soap and desire. Our fingers glided over each other’s slick skin, igniting sparks of pleasure that traveled through our bodies. I could feel my heart racing as Patrick’s hands roamed over me, his touch sending shivers down my spine.

After drying off, we moved to my bedroom where I expected Patrick to head to his own room to dress. But instead, he settled himself on the edge of my bed. As I rummaged through my closet for a dress, Patrick’s hand pushed between my thighs from behind, cupping my pussy in a heated embrace.