Chapter 3

After freshening up Alex decided to keep out of the way of his mother and spent the morning in his room lying on his bed trying to get his mind around the proceedings of the night before. He felt shame and guilt about what they had done together but it was obvious from her reaction that Rowan had enjoyed the sex just as much as he did. He also awarded himself something in the bragging stakes as, given her disparaging remarks about his father, her orgasm was better than what she had been getting regularly. He felt sadness for her that it had to come about under duress but had to admit that it had been the much overused word ... awesome.

As he reflected on the act ... the feel of her tight cunt clasped around his cock ... the smell of her arousal ... her moans of lust ... the taste of her lips on his ... her hands and feet locked around his body ... her dirty talk ... fuck mummy ... deeper ... harder ... his cock started to respond to the stimulus and he reached down to stroke it as the images flashed across his brain.

Unlike Alex, Rowan had gone down to breakfast with Mike and Saskia and regretted it almost immediately. She was still dazed from the experience of the last 12 hours and wasn’t thinking too clearly as they asked her details about what had happened. Rowan cursed herself for not having agreed the story with Alex although to be fair, they had not been communicating about anything. She knew that Alex had heard the telephone exchange with Mike so she embellished upon that and finished off by saying that a council road crew had helped them get the car started. She did not notice Saskia’s puzzled look as she said that but felt the need to stop the conversation in case she let something slip. She hurriedly declared herself tired and in need of a lay-down before the wedding.

Having asked not to be disturbed for a couple of hours she got into the unmade bed that Mike had used but was disappointed that she could smell him on the sheets and pillows and not Alex. This disturbed her but, try as she might, she could not stop the memories of the previous night rushing into her head crowding out the guilt and anguish about the forbidden coupling. She moaned in lust as the x-rated mental images melded with the recollections of the feel of Alex’s beautiful cock filling her like no man before ... so much better than Mike. The guilt returned at that thought as her husband deserved better ... but again lust prevailed ... Alex’s cock ... fuck mummy ... harder ... deeper!

So, at the same time that Alex was caressing his rampant shaft as he recalled the sensational sex with his mother, she was also aroused by the memories of the taboo act with her son. Her hand strayed down to rub gently across the front of her lacy white thong which was rapidly darkening as her juices gushed and she grasped the waistband and eased the tiny garment over her hips giving her better access to the swollen lips of her pussy and the hard bud of her clit

Was it coincidence or some hidden force driving their hands and fingers onwards? Their bodies separated by several metres vertically and horizontally moved in tandem with their shared memories driving their virtual coupling in delightful synchronicity. Their bodies continued to heave and strain against their virtual partner with their hands moving faster and faster until they exploded simultaneously in panting, heaving orgasms murmuring out each other’s name as they did so.

They relaxed back onto their beds with a satiated sigh before the guilt returned once again.

The tension between mother and son was palpable as they met for the wedding and the reception afterwards. At the wedding ceremony Alex studiously tried to ignore Rowan’s glances which infuriated her but were understandable in the circumstances. They were both still trying to come to terms with what had happened but each knew that the masturbatory fantasy of the morning would not allow the memory to dissipate quickly.

Fortunately for Alex, he and Saskia were seated on a table at the reception with all the young adults of their side of the family. This included many of their cousins who they had not seen for some time so he could continue to maintain distance from his mother by throwing himself into the chatter and bonhomie of a family reunion. Despite not wanting to talk to her he was sneaking frequent glances at his mother and he felt sure she was looking at him surreptitiously, which she was.