Chapter 12

Alan walks through his door. Sandy is waiting right is the walkway for him, waging her tail. He smiles down at her. “Hey girl, did you miss me?” he asks, bending down to pet her on the head. She whines, but wags her tail furiously. “Fuck, I need a shower and some sleep.”

He drops his keys on the table and heads into the kitchen for a bite to eat.

“You know, Sandy,” he says taking the last bite of his sandwich. “I think we need a woman in this house. I’ve almost got Judy broke down, so maybe something will come out of it.”

Sandy whines, dropping her ears back.

Seeing this, Alan frowns. “Don’t worry,” he says soothingly. “Judy won’t replace you. You’re still my girl.”

This seems to cheer the dog up as she begins to wag her tail a little more.

“Right now though, I need a shower,” he says, getting up from the table. “Then I’m hitting the sack.”

The shower is long and soothing and it takes him back to those first few days when the taboo relationship with his mother began. He finally gets out when he feels his cock hardening. He is too tired to masturbate and he has gone too many times with Kennedy to take care of himself, not to mention the blowjob from Judy earlier this morning. SO he dries off and heads straight for the bed, not bothering to put anything on. The last thing he remembers before the flooding memories in the form of his dreams is Sandy jumping on the bed and lying next to him.

When Alan wakes the next morning, he is unsure if his mother would want to have a shower with him again. Just like the first night after their first shower together they had barely said anything to one another. Faye had even gone to bed early. When he had walked past her room on the way to his own, her door was closed and that was something she never did. He lies in bed for a few more seconds, staring at the ceiling. He decides to get up and go have a shower. If his mother wants to come join him, she will. If not, he will be ready for work extra early.

As he starts to walk down the hallway though, he hears the door to his mother’s room open. Faye walks out and winks at him. She is wearing something even more risqué than she had the morning before. Gone is the shirt and panties. In their place is a nightie that is completely see-through, and she has no panties on at all! The top is tented by her hard nipples and it stops only just past her crotch. With every step that she takes, Alan can see her bare pussy.

She slips into the bathroom before he can even get there and he quickens his pace. As he walks in, Faye motions for him to close the bathroom door. When he does that he turns back to see his mother pulling her nightie over her head. His eyes widen as she walks toward him. His cock is not solid of asphalt and straining like a gorilla in a cage struggling to get out. It is rather pointless to try and hide it considering just how blatantly obvious it is.

Faye giggles as she stands in front of her son. “You certainly seem pleased to see me like this,” she purrs, stroking his chest. “I only got to feel that for a brief moment yesterday, but this morning I want to see your big dick in all its glory.” With that, she strips Alan’s boxers off so quickly that he barely registers the action.

The boy cannot believe it. He is standing absolutely naked in front of his mother. She hasn’t seen him this naked since he was way younger. He looks down—yes, down. Faye has dropped into a crouched position with his solid erection just mere inches away from her face. He can feel his mother’s warm breath on his manhood and he wishes for nothing more in the world than for her to just lean in and suck on it.

Instead, she jumps up and twirls around, heading got the shower recess. She grabs his hand and leads him toward it. “I think it’s time that I gave you a bath like I used to when you were young. It’s the least I can do after the good job you did yesterday.” She turns and starts the shower.

Alan is emboldened by his mother’s approval at what is occurring and he grabs her ass. He has wanted to do this for the longest time. When Faye doesn’t give any objection, he starts to massage it. Once the water has warmed up, she walks in and pulls her boy with her. As the water falls over them, he cautiously gives her a kiss. He is surprised when he is greeted not with resistance, but soft passion. Her tongue snakes out and enters his mouth. When she sucks on his, Alan moans with delight. The taboo nature of the kiss is arousing him. He thought only yesterday that what had happened was the limit of things.

Faye is able to feel his muscular chest—the same one that she has admired since he began to play sports and work out. She has secretly lusted over the boy since that time, but only in the last couple days has that feeling intensified. Slowly, her hands explore lower and lower until she is grabbing his thick stick. She mewls as she strokes it in her hands and is glad that Alan is no longer uptight about doing this with her anymore. She knows that he has lusted after her, but that he has also held back. It is for obvious reasons. He is her son, and mother and sons shouldn’t participate in such naughty behaviors.