Chapter 2

Carol lay on the sweat and cum-soaked sheets for several minutes, moaning in her lust-addled delirium before the fog began to lift and she came back around to her senses. Tommy looked down at his mother’s naked form.

At forty-one, Carol was still quite attractive, with her soft brown eyes that sparkled when she smiled, her mid-back-length brown hair, and a very delicious 34DD-25-36 body on a 5’3” frame. Tommy wondered why she hadn’t been scooped up long ago. But she hadn’t and now she was going to be his woman.

As things began to come into focus, she looked around at the familiar surroundings. She was home in her room, she was conscious of that. She turned her head to look at her son and gave him a weak smile. At least she knew she was safe. She still didn’t realize what had happened, but she was safe at home. It took another minute or two before the pieces all fell into place.

“Welcome back! I was afraid I’d broken you there for a minute!” Tommy said.

“What happened?” she said, holding her head to stop the spinning.

“Well, I’m not sure. We were fucking like a couple horny rabbits and you reached your crest. The next thing I know you are sprawled out on the bed like an egg that fell on the sidewalk! Your whole body froze in place like that and you went someplace ... I don’t know where, but you weren’t here for a bit. I was almost ready to call the paramedics!” he said.

Suddenly the lights came on for her. “Oh shit Tommy! What time is it? I got to get this place and myself cleaned up! Jenny will be home any minute and I can have her see me in this condition!” she said as she tried to get up.

“Whoa there! Just hold on a second! It’s only 2:00 p.m ... we’ve only been fucking for less than an hour. There’s plenty of time. The library closes at 4:00 and you and I both know that Jenny will stay there until they physically kick her out! And Diane doesn’t get home from work until 5:00 usually so we have lots of time for cleaning up. You just rest here for a few more minutes – I don’t want you collapsing on the bathroom floor!” he said.

She sat on the edge of the bed next to her son. “Tommy, what we did was wrong, honey, and as much as I appreciate the thought, we can’t do that ever again. And we can’t tell anyone we did it this time. It’s wrong and I should have been stronger to stop it before anything happened,” she said.

“What is so wrong with two people showing each other how much they love them? What’s wrong with a son trying to help his mother feel better ... feel appreciated and feel like she is worthwhile? You said yourself that all you ever wanted was to be a wife and take care of your man. Well, I am offering you that. But what’s more, is that I am trying to show you I appreciate what you do. God knows the last asshole sure didn’t!

“Mom what you are talking about is incest and while it might be morally wrong, so is letting someone you know suffer needlessly just because your ‘morals’ tell you the way to solve it is wrong. You know what I say? FUCK your morals! Morals are for people to show others how pious and self-righteous they are.

“People always talk about how their ‘morals’ won’t allow them to do something, yet they will go and break some other moral law to do something else! Stealing is morally wrong, but people cheat on their taxes all the time! Drinking is immoral, yet we have to pass by two bars and a liquor store to get to church! Murder is immoral, yet how many people do we kill every year in our wars and in the streets of our own cities? Hypocrites!

“What we are doing may be immoral in some people’s eyes but who are we hurting? We are doing this out of love. How can that be immoral?” he said.

“I understand what you are saying son, and you do have a point – a lot of people flaunt their ‘morality’ in front of other people’s faces to show off, then go and do what they want behind closed doors. But you also have to remember that incest is illegal as well as immoral and that can’t be disputed,” she said, trying to mount a good argument.

“Mom, drinking and driving are illegal too, but it still goes on. Poaching is illegal, but it happens all the time. As far as our activities go, it will stay just within the family so what the law doesn’t know, they can’t prosecute! So long as there are no unforeseen ‘products’ of our relationship, there should be no issue. I’m sure incestual relationships go on all the time – we just don’t know about them!” he said.

Carol looked at her son sitting beside her. She could see that he had a counter for every argument she had come up with and one at the ready for any others she might have. She couldn’t debate this with him – he was determined and he was ready to argue his point!

“You’ve thought about this a lot, haven’t you son,” she said with a smile.

“Every minute of every day for the past week,” he said.

“The past week?” she asked, puzzled.

“Yeah, when I came over last week and found you sitting right here and crying into your hands over your wedding rings and your plastic vibrator,” he said.

“Oh. Tommy, I’m sorry I made you worry over me. I didn’t mean to make you worry. I was just having a little pity party,” she said, taking his hand.

“Mom, I’ve worried about you ever since I was old enough to know when there was something wrong. I worried about you when you were in the hospital having the girls. I worried about you when you went to work. I worried a lot about you during the divorce and after. I haven’t really stopped worrying about you. That’s what you do when you love someone – you worry about them constantly,” he said.

“Oh, Tommy! Oh, baby, that was the nicest thing anyone ever said to me! How did I manage to raise such a wonderful amazing son!” she said, her voice quivering a little.

“I had a good role model,” he said.

She leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Tommy suddenly stood up and pulled up into his arms. “Tommy, what are you doing?”

“Mom, those pecks on the cheek might have been okay when I was a little boy, but I’m not a little boy anymore. I think we can do better than a peck on the cheek!” He pulled her into a kiss ... a real, adult, passionate kiss. A kiss that took her breath away!

At first, Carol was shocked by his bold move and instinctively tried to push him back a bit. But then she gave in and melted into his kiss, moaning her desire into his mouth. Her son was a very good kisser and she was completely taken by this powerful new dominant nature.

As they kissed her hands almost automatically moved up to run her fingers through his hair – something she hadn’t done since she used to kiss Jack long ago. And Tommy’s hands moved around behind her back and then southward until he reached his mother’s asscheeks.

But it wasn’t his mother he was kissing ... it was a beautiful, sexy, hungry woman. And as his fingers curled into those tight asscheeks, Carol moaned again, louder and more fervently. They held each other tightly as if each was afraid if they let go, this moment would run through their fingers like sand at the beach.

But finally, they had to come up for air and when they broke the kiss, Carol whispered “I think we should probably get cleaned up ... we don’t want the girls to see what we’ve been up to...”

“Yeah...” Tommy agreed. Tommy stood there as Carol walked out of the room to the bathroom. But just as she got to the doorway, she turned back to look at her grown-up son and smiled. Tommy heard her giggling like a schoolgirl as she went to the bathroom to shower.

The next day, Sunday, Tommy was puttering around his house, doing some neglected housework before the work week started. He often came home so tired from a day on the construction site that it was all he could do to pop a pizza in the oven for dinner. So he wanted to make sure the place was at least picked up if not clean before the week got going.

He had just got the living room picked up and was about to put the last load of his laundry in the washer when a knock on the door broke his rhythm.

“Hi, Mom! What’s up?” he said answering the door.

“Are you busy? Can we talk, honey?” she asked. Tommy noticed she was fidgeting with her hands as she stood there.

“Sure, come on in. Have a seat,” he waved to the sofa. “Want something to drink?”

“A glass of tea would be nice if you have some made,” she said. She knew Tommy loved his iced tea and always had a pitcher of it in his fridge. Tommy poured them both a glass of iced tea and joined her on the sofa.

“So what did you want to talk about, Mom?” he asked.

“Tommy, honey, I came over here because I didn’t want the girls to hear any of this. I want to talk about what happened yesterday. About what we ... did ... you know...” she said, blushing and looking down.

“Mom I told you, you and I didn’t do anything wrong except love each other. Sure maybe it wasn’t the typical mother and son love, but it was love nonetheless. You needed a man and I wanted to be that man,” he said.

“I know son, and you were amazing. You made me feel things yesterday I had forgotten and given up on ever feeling again. That’s what I wanted to talk to you about,” she said.

“Huh?”

“Tommy baby, I don’t know what happened to you, but you aren’t my little boy anymore. The way you talked to me yesterday ... the things you said and the way you treated me...”

“I know Mom, I don’t know what came over me, I’m sorry,” he interjected.

“Oh, sweetheart don’t be ... it was the hottest, sexiest thing I’ve ever seen!” she said excitedly.

“It was?”

“Oh my God yes! If you hadn’t fucked me right then, I would have fucked you, talking like that! Tommy, there’s something you should know about your dear old mom ... I really love dirty talk like you used yesterday. When you called me a MILF and a mommyslut, you awakened a part of me that I always wanted to show.

You see Tommy, I used to watch videos with your father back when we had sex and I would always get so turned on from the way they talked to each other. Being called a slut and a cocksucker and being told that you were going to fuck my pussy ... those things made me crazy, baby!

“What I’m saying, Tommy, is that if you really want to be my man – my lover – then I’m all in. But I have to tell you, I like more than just dirty talk. I like to be degraded and humiliated. I like to be ‘forced’ to do things, I like my sex hard and rough.

Your father tried on occasion but he couldn’t give me the hot sweaty sex I really liked. What you did yesterday – now that’s what I want. Let me tell you a secret – last night, after you went home, I masturbated remembering how you made me feel!” she confessed, blushing.

“Really?” he said, stunned at this revelation.

“Oh yes, baby! You were so ... authoritative, I guess is the proper word. Please Tommy, please take control of me like that! Please, it was so sexy and it turned me on so much! Please make me your slut for real! I’ll do whatever you ask, I promise. Just please control me like you did yesterday!” she implored him.

“Wow, Mom! This is a side of you I’ve never seen! I mean I knew you were beautiful, but I never thought of you as a dirty, sexy slut before! Guys don’t picture their mothers like that! But if that’s what you want – to be my dirty little fuckslut – then there are some things we need to get straight before we get started.

“Like what?” she asked.

“Well let’s start with what you did last night. You said you masturbated thinking about what I had done and said to you, right?” he asked.

“That’s right ... you were so ... I couldn’t help myself!” she smiled.

“Well, that was the last time you masturbate without permission. If I am to control you like you say you want, then I am going to control ALL of you. You are going to be my woman, my slut. That means you belong to me and me alone.

I do not like to share and I do not like people using my possessions without permission. I will give you orgasms when you deserve them and to masturbate without permission is stealing from me.