Chapter 4

The rest of the night had been magical. Tawny could not remember enjoying herself more. After dinner, Chris had taken her ice skating at the local rink. Tawny was a complete novice but her son was not and helped her around the rink, the two holding hands joking and laughing. Afterward it was hot chocolate and finally a walk through the park before returning home.

As they entered the front door she turned to him. “I can’t remember an evening I have enjoyed more.”

“All the more reason I should become your boyfriend,” he replied smiling.

“I don’t think...”

“Maybe you should,” he said thoughtfully, “maybe you should think about your own happiness ... and mine.”

“Oh, I do want you to be happy, Chris.”

“Then give me a chance. Go out with me again.”

“You know I shouldn’t. You know I shouldn’t have gone out with you tonight.”

“Will you please stop worrying about convention and what other people are going to think? Just tell me one thing: when have you smiled, laughed as much as you did tonight?”

“I ... I will admit I had a wonderful time.”

“Then?”

“Chris, a mother and her son can’t...”

“Can’t what? Enjoy each other’s company? Have dinner, dance, take a walk, laugh?”

“Well, of course, but...”

“No buts, Mom. Either you enjoy being with me or you don’t.”

“Of course I do...”

“Then let’s do it again ... soon,” he said as he hung up their coats and they proceeded to the living room.

“Well, I guess I do owe you for a wonderful evening.”

“And when a man and women have an enjoyable date together, what follows?”

“Oh, no, Chris.”

“Relax, Mom, I’m not asking for THAT! What I was thinking about was this,” he breathed as he took her in his arms and before she could resist his lips were on hers.

Tawny started to withdraw then chided herself that if Chris had made all these plans just so the two of them could be together then perhaps she owned him this. Her lips yielded and within moments she felt herself losing control, wanting more as his tongue found hers and each drank heavily of the other.

“Wow! where did you learn to kiss like that?” she asked when at last the embrace was over.

“Never mind that. Just enjoy me as much as I enjoy you.”

“Chris, I ... I just can’t.”

“Oh, you can, Mom, and you will. Just give it some time.”

“No, I...” she started but could find no words of rebuttal.

And with that Tawny Owens’ first date with her son drew to a conclusion when Chris sensed he had pushed enough and retreated toward his room.

“Chris?” she called, turning him around.

“Tonight was wonderful. No matter what, I’ll always remember this evening as one of the most wonderful in my life.”

He smiled. “That goes for me too.”

The next weeks were torture for Tawny. While things went fairly smoothly at work, she was deeply conflicted. On the one hand she felt guilt for even the two kisses she had shared with Chris, something she knew a mother should never do. How could she explain the change in her feelings toward her own son? He had professed his love for her and now she was, despite herself, experiencing those same feelings. And most incriminating she caught herself actually contemplating the ultimate taboo. How could a mother even consider such a thing?

On the other hand, she had to admit her feelings toward Chris were ... more ... more than just those of a mother toward her son. She had come to realize what a striking young man he had become: handsome, intelligent, loving and ... she simply could not keep her mind off Chris’ manhood. Despite her best efforts to divert her thoughts, the images of her son atop her sister, his huge lance driving into the women who was being taken to the limits and out of her mind for more, would not leave her. Tawny would shake her head, try to concentrate on her work or on housework when at home, but no matter what she tried, the images would return, and when alone, her fingers would slide inside her panties, resulting in an orgasm in which she could barely restrain from calling out her son’s name. Ashamed, she realized her panties were now wet most of the time while every part of her body had become supersensitive to being touched and it all stemmed from thinking of her son and his sexual attributes.

She told herself she must regain control. She knew the idea of incest should be repulsive, in fact had been repulsive until that day she had walked in on Chris and Trudy. But since then her feelings were changing and she hated herself for it.

It was a school night, but early so, after supper, she joined Chris for some TV watching.

“Hard day today?” he asked, noting the tiredness in her eyes.

“Yeah, one of those,” she said, trying to hide her aches and pains. She had been pressed into helping cover for two other employees who were out sick and the day had been a constant series of demands both physical and mental.

“Hey, remember how I used to lay across your lap and you would rub my back and shoulders?” he asked to which she nodded. “Well, maybe it’s time for some payback.”