Chapter 5

Meg eased slowly into the waking world, disoriented and unsure where she was. She was lying on her side on a soft bed, and although she had no covers on, she felt warm and cozy - she could sense sunlight bathing her naked body. But where was she? This wasn't her own bed, she was sure of that. Slowly, she opened her eyes, squinting in the bright sunlight. Her big, brown eyes blinked, and came into focus. She saw a nightstand next to the bed, and wood paneled walls. Then, she remembered.

She was in Blake's bed. And the night before Blake and... Oh my God... Justin... had taken her. Had FUCKED her. BOTH of them had fucked her. Oh God, what had she done? She had fucked her own son. And she had ENJOYED it. LOVED it, as a matter of fact. She had been like a wild animal in heat.

Had it been some weird, twisted dream? No, the memories were coming back with vivid clarity, one after another. It was no dream. She and Blake had been drinking wine... chardonnay, she recalled vaguely. And then she and Blake were in bed. God, she had peed in front of him! And then somehow, Justin had appeared. He... he had licked her pussy, and fucked her. Blake had fucked her virgin ass. And she had eaten it all up like a whore. But now she felt dirty, and ashamed. And guilty. What had she done? What had she been THINKING? She groaned in despair, and then she felt the mattress shift behind her.

"Good morning. How did you sleep?" Meg recognized the deep, masculine voice of Blake, and felt his warm body pressing against her naked back. She lay frozen, emotionally torn between the shame of the dirty, nasty memories from the evening before and the sensual feel of Blake's firm, muscular chest pressed against her bare skin. His strong but smooth hand gently caressed the swell of her hips, making every nerve ending in her body tingle, and she felt him snuggle up even closer against her.

"I... I slept okay," she replied softly. "Um, Blake... where's Justin? Is he okay?"

Her voice had a frightened, urgent quality. She was a concerned, protective mother. Blake's soothing hand traveled over her hips, then along the narrowness of her waist, along her ribcage toward her lolling breasts. "Of course he's okay. He's in the shower." And sure enough, Meg could hear the running water in the next room. She could hear Justin singing a nonsensical ditty, his voice echoing off-key off of the shower walls.

She sighed with relief, then spoke haltingly. "Blake... what we did last night was... was wrong. This is just awful. I'm worried about what Justin might think." And she felt the sting of tears come to her eyes - tears of anger and embarrassment and confusion.

Blake's roaming hand paused momentarily on her firm breast, and then he began insistently caressing it again as he whispered soothingly into her ear. "Hush Meg... Justin is fine. What happened last night was natural... what happened... well, it just happened. Don't do this to yourself."

Meg shook her head in despair, and buried her face in the mattress. "I don't know," she moaned forlornly. "It's not right - I'm an awful mother." The tears stung her eyes, and began to stream down her cheeks.

"Stop tormenting yourself," he scolded. "You're NOT an awful mother. You'll see - Justin is fine." He fondled Meg's firm breasts, and with his palm he stimulated the nipples until they were hard and erect. She felt his hard cock pressed between her buttocks, probing against her anus, then lower, against her already-tingling pussy. She knew from long experience that she was getting very, very wet. Seemingly powerless to stop herself, she sighed and pressed back against him.

Meg was confused and angered by her body's response. Her mind was wracked by guilt, but there was no denying the eroticism of what had happened last night, and Blake's stimulation was helping her relive the physically powerful sensations. Not even her wildest thoughts and dreams and fantasies had elevated her sexuality to such an extent. Everything about last night had brought her body to unknown heights... her son licking her aching pussy... and... and FUCKING her. Blake's hand guiding Justin's cock into her pussy, and licking his sperm out after Justin came. That had been incredibly erotic, but it was... odd somehow.

She cleared her throat. "Blake?"

"Yes?" His fingers gently pinched her pink, erect nipple. His muscular body was glued to hers, and she again felt his erect, probing cock pressing against her ass, her groin. She closed her eyes and purred softly, undulating her hips. She couldn't help it - her pussy was beginning to throb against his touch. A pleasant warm tingle was enveloping her.

"Last night you... touched Justin. And after he... after he... fucked me...". It felt so STRANGE to say that. But it had happened. She had to face the facts. She brushed the tears from her eyes.

Blake froze momentarily. He had a feeling he knew what was coming. But he continued to fondle her erect nipple, trying to hide his nervousness. "Yes I did Meg. And?" he asked in as casual a voice as he could muster.

"Was that the first time you had ever touched him?"

Blake knew this question would have to come sooner or later. He considered being completely truthful, but thought that would be the wrong approach given Meg's state of mind. He settled instead on a partial truth, a response that he had trained Justin on the night before, after Meg had fallen asleep in exhaustion. Hopefully it would work, but if he screwed this up, there would be hell to pay. He measured his words carefully, but didn't stop stimulating her tits. Maybe if he could distract her...

"Well," he paused for effect. "It's kind of embarrassing Meg."

Meg tilted her head to look at him. "Embarrassing?"

Blake ran his hand over her flat tummy. "Yeah, kinda. I was... I was jacking off in the living room the other day, and Justin barged in on me."

Meg was listening intently, her eyes searching out his. Blake's warm hand crawled along her stomach, then caressed the smooth sensitive skin along the edge of her pubic hair. "I was mortified," he continued. "I pulled my shorts up as fast as I could, but Justin was looking at me. And he seemed... I dunno, curious I guess. It was strange Meg. I didn't know what to do, but he wanted to see what I was doing. I... I ended up letting him touch me. We touched each other." Meg looked away, contemplating in silence what Blake was telling her.

Blake forged ahead. So far so good. "I know it must seem strange Meg. I don't know what to say." His fingers were brushing through her pussy hair, and so far, she was doing nothing to resist.

After what seemed an eternity to Blake, but was really no more than a minute at the most, Meg spoke softly. "I... I guess I'm not sure how to take that Blake... it's just not right."

Blake knew exactly what she was referring to, but he redirected the accusation innocently. By "not right", Meg was referring to Justin's youth, not his sex, but he pretended he understood otherwise. "I guess you're surprised that I'm bi, aren't you?"

"Well... yes... but that's not really what I mean Blake. Justin is so young. He's only 13 for God's sakes. It's not right." But Meg was tormented by what she had just said. No, it WASN'T right. On the other hand, she wasn't much better, letting her son fuck her like some sleazy slut. And she had ENJOYED it! Just like the enjoyment she felt over what Blake was doing to her now. His strong but nimble fingers were dancing along her upper thighs, caressing the silky sensitive skin. Despite her best efforts, she was getting horny. Damn Blake! She should be angry with him for what he had done, but she just couldn't. She had begun falling for him these last few days, and despite the fact she should be furious at him, she simply was incapable of that emotion right now. She should just get up and leave, but she couldn't pull herself away.

Blake let Meg sort out her thoughts in silence, but he was far from inactive. He danced his fingers from her thigh up and over the swell of her hips, and slowly, seductively caressed her smooth ass cheeks. He loved the feel of her bare ass! At once firm, but pliable. She seemed to like the touch as well - she sighed softly in response. Down the hall, he heard Justin turn off the shower, but he continued. His fingertips drifted along the crack of her sexy ass, then he ran the tip of his index finger over her asshole toward her pussy lips. He was delighted to find that they were swollen and slippery with her juices. He fingered her hot cunt, rubbing the silky wetness.

"Oh yes," sighed Meg breathily. She arched her back, thrusting her ass against his probing fingers, seeking out the stimulation they provided.

"Mmmm," Blake sighed. He removed his hand from her wet cunt lips, grabbed his cock, and guided it against her pussy. He slid the swollen cockhead up and down, rubbing it against her and coating it with the wetness of her juices. He chuckled softly. "Someone's getting horny."

Meg groaned, and pressed back against him insistently. She knew where this was heading... she was going to get fucked by this handsome man again, and she wanted it... NEEDED it... desperately.

Blake's prick was as hard as steel in his hand. The anticipation of fucking Meg again was overwhelming to him, and he knew that Justin would soon come out of the shower. Once again, he was going to fuck this slut in front of her horny young son. He probed her wet cunt with his cock, and rubbed it in circles against her swollen clit. She inhaled sharply in response, and he smiled - he knew she was ready to receive him inside her. He aimed his cock lower, wedging it against her swollen pussy lips, and thrust his hips against her.

"Oh God Blake!" she cried out softly. "Yesss." She groaned with ecstasy at the sensation of his wonderful manhood snaking deeply into her, inch by inch, until it was buried as deeply as it would go. He paused, and she humped back against him, feeling his wiry pubic hair pressed against her buttcheeks, tickling them. She felt his hand reach around her, sliding across her pubic hair. His fingers brushed against her clitoris, and it was as if a bolt of electricity shot through her. "Oh Blake!" she cried softly. "Fuck me!"

She groaned huskily as her lover began to thrust back and forth, his stiff cock sliding in and out in long, smooth strokes. All the while, his talented fingers rubbed her swollen clitoris in tight little circles. She clutched the cool sheet next to her in her clenched fist, and gave herself completely to her lover. She was surprised, in a way, at how she was responding. She had orgasmed time and again last night at the hands of her two lovers, yet here she was again, horny and aching with desire, and needing to cum.

Blake's hand stimulated her expertly... her pussy was on fire, pulsating and quivering in her lust. He began to fuck her faster and faster... his cock sliding noisily and wetly between her tight, clinging pussy lips. His pelvis slapped against her ass, drilling into her harder and harder. And at the same time, his nimble fingers frigged her clitoris. She closed her eyes, concentrating on the delightful sensations in her pussy. She felt every inch of the man's steely cock sliding in and out of her welcoming vagina. His fingers rubbed her sensitive clitoris in rapid, circular motions, bringing her closer and closer...

"Oh Blake... fuck me harder..." she pleaded in a husky, out-of-breath voice. She bucked her hips violently, impaling herself on his prick. It was difficult, lying on her side like this, but she thrust her ass against him as best she could. And all the while, his cock slid in and out, making liquid slapping sounds. "Yes... yes... YES... YES," she groaned. "OH GOD YES! FUCK ME... FUCK ME...". Blake's fingers were a rapid blur on her clitoris. She was so close... she desired Blake with all her will. "Oh... oh... oh... uh huh... uh... uh... YES... Oh God you're gonna make me cum." And suddenly, the delightful sensations reached a peak, and with a long animalistic moan, she was cumming hard. "OH MY GOD YES! OH GOD FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" she begged. Her body was wracked with violent spasms... she was vaguely aware of Blake moaning harshly in her ear, and she knew that the two of them were cumming together, as one, lost in each other's passion. The two lovers writhed their sweaty bodies together, each using the other to get themselves off. They groaned loudly in unison, as Blake pistoned his erection in and out of her wet, clinging pussy.

Gradually, her orgasm subsided, and Meg lay gasping, sweat dripping off her brow. Blake's wonderful penis was softening inside her, no longer filling her. She opened her eyes slowly, blinking her long lashes in the sunlight that poured through the bedroom window. A hazy blur slowly came into focus... it was Justin, standing in the bedroom doorway. He was nude, holding a bath towel in his hand, watching her and Blake intently. Her eyes flickered down his body, and she saw that her son's penis was standing erect, pointing at her.

Oh God. He had been watching them. Suddenly the single-mindedness of her orgasm was forgotten, and she was a responsible mother again. She moaned softly, this time in despair. Her confusion was enormous, her mind conflicted. She had to get away!

"Justin..." she began. She paused uncertainly. "We... we need to go now. Put your clothes on okay sweetie?" She drew away from Blake and sat up on the edge of the bed. She placed her arm across her breasts protectively, in a futile effort to hide her nakedness from Justin. "Blake, Justin and I need to go." Her eyes darted around the room, searching for her clothes. Her blue dress lay in a crumpled heap on the floor near the foot of the bed where if had fallen the night before, and she quickly strode over to retrieve it. She couldn't find her panties, but it didn't matter. She stepped into the dress and began pulling it up, aware as she did so that Blake's freshly-deposited sperm was seeping out of her pussy, dribbling down the inside of her thighs.

"Meg, are you okay?" Blake asked. She glanced darkly at him as she pulled the dress up, over her hips. He was lying there on the bed, his penis now shriveled. She looked away quickly, back toward Justin. He was still standing there in the doorway, his penis erect. For some inexplicable reason, this made Meg angry. "Justin, get your clothes on!" she shouted at him wildly. The boy, startled, began to gather his things. Meg was immediately sorry for the outburst, but she couldn't help it. Her emotions were raw and tormented. Tears came to her eyes.

"Meg, don't be angry," pleaded Blake.

"I'm... I'm sorry Blake. I have to go." Her voice was choked with emotion, her chest heaving with sobs.

She buttoned the dress with trembling fingers as Justin hastily put his clothes on. Without so much as a backward glance at Blake, she put her hand on her son's shoulder and prodded him out the door. The two of them left the house, and they walked in awkward silence down the lane to their cabin. All the while, Meg felt Blake's semen bubbling out of her, trickling down her legs. The feeling tormented her, reminding her of what she had just done.

When they arrived, Meg slipped into her bedroom, retrieved her bathing suit from the dresser, and hastily put it on. She walked into the kitchen, where Justin was standing uncertainly. She gave him what she hoped was a reassuring kiss. "Fix yourself some breakfast okay sweetie? I'm going to go for a swim." She had to get away to sort out her thoughts - away from Blake, away from even Justin. She should stay with him, and comfort him. But she couldn't, not now at least. She strode purposefully down to the beach, waded into the warm water up to her hips, and dove in.

The water felt refreshing and cleansing on both her body and her soul. She dogpaddled for a while, stretching her muscles, and then flipped over, backstroking across the bay. She watched the puffy white clouds moving lazily across the sky as she swam. Her mind was slowly clearing. God, what a trying few days these had been! What was she to do?

For one thing, she thought to herself, she needed to quit being angry with Justin for things that weren't in his control. Why had she yelled at him at Blake's house? It wasn't HIS fault that he was aroused by what she and Blake were doing. And what about Blake? This wasn't exactly his fault either. Or was it? She just couldn't sort it out. She turned back toward shore, and picked up the pace of her swim until her lean muscles were tired and sore. She reached the beach in front of the cabin and staggered onto the warm sand. She bent over to pick up her towel and walked, exhausted, up the beach stairs to the cabin.

Justin was finishing a bowl of cheerios as Meg walked into the kitchen. He dropped his spoon in the bowl and looked up, shyly and uncertainly, as she approached him. He looked timid, scared even, and his expression broke Meg's heart. A loving glow came over her, and she bent down and hugged her son with a long, warm embrace. "I'm sorry I yelled at you sweetie. I shouldn't have."

Justin hugged her back, tightly. "It's okay Mom."

"Justin," said Meg haltingly. "What we've done is... is...". She didn't know how to finish. "What I mean to say is...". Good grief, she had no idea how to deal with this. Maybe later she would be able to express herself. Unable to comfort him with words, she ran her fingers through his tousled hair reassuringly, then pulled up a chair and sat next to him. They looked at each other in silence for a moment until they both smiled to break the nervous tension. "I guess neither of us knows what to say," she said at last.

"It's okay, Mom. Maybe later."

She shook her head and sighed loudly. He was dealing with this better than she was. "You're growing up so fast," she said finally.

Justin grinned, but didn't reply. Suddenly the emotions welled up inside her. "I love you Justin," and she leaned toward him and kissed him on the cheek.

"I love you too Mom."

Meg and Justin spent the rest of the day absorbed in mundane household tasks - vacuuming, dusting, washing dishes. Despite the summer heat, Meg put on a pair of baggy jeans and a tee shirt, and over that a bulky sweatshirt. She did her best to act like a mother, and tried with all her might to pretend that what happened the night before didn't really happen. But that was impossible, she found. What happened was reality. And that reality was overwhelming to her. Justin, on the other hand, seemed to be dealing with it better than her. He acted just like he always did, happy and cheerful.

She prepared his favorite dinner for him, spaghetti, and the two of them ate on the front porch as the sun descended behind the tall trees on the far shore of Golden Lake. They made small talk for a while, but always Meg's thoughts took a darker turn, and she fell silent. She absently twisted a lock of brown hair in her fingers, watching the sky turn a vivid red. She thought briefly about calling Blake, but discarded the idea. What would she say to him? He had probably lost all respect for her, which maybe wasn't a bad thing. She felt the same about him. Or did she? She angrily wiped a tear from her cheek.

They brought their dinner plates into the kitchen, and mother and son did the dishes together, Meg washing and Justin drying. She was keenly aware of their close proximity, and the two of them couldn't seem to avoid brushing against one another on occasion. It was discrete and meaningless (or so Meg hoped), but each time it happened, she was disturbed by the fact that it brought a vivid memory of the intimacy the two had shared the night before. And those thoughts were so profoundly emotional... and erotic. An unbidden image of Justin laying between her splayed legs, licking her pussy, swept into her consciousness. 'Stop it!' she scolded herself bitterly.

With the warmth of the cabin, combined with the hot, sudsy dishwater, Meg was sweating profusely. Her bulky clothing was oppressive, and she finally relented and pulled the sweatshirt over her head. She glanced furtively down at her breasts, pressing against the damp fabric of her tee shirt. 'I really should put on a bra, ' she thought to herself. Her nipples were protruding a bit, and the aureoles were casting a faint shadow through the thin cloth.

She stole a look at Justin. He too, was looking at her breasts. Yes, she definitely should go and find a bra, but she was inexplicably frozen in place. Justin was gawking at her chest, and a tingle coursed through her body. She felt her nipples harden. Oh God, she was horny! What was happening to her?

Meg cleared her throat. "Hot in here," she said awkwardly. They continued to do the dishes together in silence, Meg now very much aware of Justin's secretive glances. Sweat was dripping from her brow, and the tee shirt was getting stickier - it was now glued to her. Her nipples were sensitive and erect, protruding very visibly. Finally, Meg could stand it no longer. She escaped to her bedroom and hastily put on a bra.

The dishes now washed and dried, they retired to the living room and watched television. It was a sci-fi movie, certainly not Meg's favorite, but Justin insisted. They curled up on opposite ends of the sofa, Meg reading a woman's magazine and Justin watching the movie. But it was a bad movie, and Justin seemed bored and disinterested. Soon, Meg noticed that he was beginning to nod off. He really hadn't slept much the night before, and she watched lovingly as his head drooped, lower and lower. Soon, he was breathing deeply, sound asleep. She reached over and tapped him gently on the shoulder. "Time for bed honey," she whispered.

His eyelids flickered. "Okay Mom," he said sleepily. "Good night." He clambered off the couch and Meg watched as he staggered off to his bedroom.

She continued to read for a while, but soon she too began to get tired. But her mind was a whirlwind of emotions. She found herself thinking about Blake. She pictured his face, his body, his laugh...

The words in the magazine were blurring together in a meaningless jumble. She sighed deeply. What a day this had been! She tossed the magazine carelessly on the sofa next to her and yawned. She wasn't sure what the next day would bring, but she was too tired to think about it. She went to her bedroom, stripped her clothes off, put on a robe, and strode down the hall to wash up in the bathroom. But as she passed Justin's bedroom door, she heard a faint sound from within. She paused and held her breath. There it was again - a groan. Was Justin having a nightmare? She heard it yet again, louder this time. Concerned, she pressed the door open a crack and listened intently.

She didn't hear another groan, but there was a different sound emanating from the darkness of the bedroom within. A rhythmic squeaking sound... and then she realized what she was hearing - the metallic creaking of the bedsprings. Oh God... Justin was masturbating, and here she had nearly barged in on him in her impetuousness, just as she had done a few days before. When would she ever learn?

But despite the fact that her brain was screaming at her to close the door and leave, her curiosity was overwhelming, and she took a nervous breath and pushed the door open a bit further, peering into the darkness. The light from the hallway behind her streamed into the bedroom, and a narrow sliver of light fell onto his bed. She saw one of Justin's bare legs, shaking and vibrating, as the bedsprings squeaked beneath him.

Suddenly, the noise stopped, and Justin was still. "Mom?" His nervous voice called out from the darkness, and Meg saw a flurry of activity - he was hastily pulling a sheet over him.

"Yes... yes, it's me honey," she replied. Her voice quavered with a mixture of guilt and embarrassment. She should turn around and leave, but her legs suddenly felt rubbery. She seemed rooted to the spot. What was she doing? She felt utterly incapable of thinking rationally. Moving slowly and unsteadily, almost as if in a trance, she pushed the door completely open and entered the room. The bed was bathed with light from the hallway, and she watched as Justin finished pulling the sheet over him. The expression on his dimly lit face was a mixture of... what? Guilt, curiosity, even arousal? And then her eyes were drawn to a bulge beneath the thin cotton sheet, in the area of his groin.

"Umm, hi Mom." His voice trembled a bit, and his face was flushed. There was no doubt in Meg's mind - he had DEFINITELY been playing with himself, and he was doing a poor job hiding it. Meg was still ashamed over what she was doing; yet her son's own embarrassment eased her nervousness. A small smile played over her lips, and she relaxed a little. She walked up to the bed and sat down on the soft mattress next to him. She curled her long legs beneath her, and watched as her son's eyes played up and down them appreciatively. Oh God - what was she DOING? It was almost as if she were teasing him!

"Watcha up to kiddo?" she asked nervously.

Justin cleared his throat. "Um, nothin'. Just reading."

Meg smiled down at her son. She felt more courageous. "Um, in the dark?" She touched her son's arm tenderly. "Honey, you can be honest with me... it's okay. Were you... were you playing with yourself?"

Justin gulped, and nodded shyly.

Her hand caressed his forearm soothingly. "Were you thinking about last night?" She couldn't believe she was being so bold as to bring up what had happened the night before, but her mind was working in dangerous, uncontrollable ways.

Justin nodded, and Meg took a deep breath. It was time to get this out in the open. "I guess we haven't talked about what happened Justin. I know it must have seemed... strange to you, and it did to me too." She looked away from his eyes, and her gaze was drawn once again toward the telltale bulge in his groin. It certainly wasn't subsiding. If anything, it appeared to be even larger.

"Mom?" His voice was shaking.

She forced herself to look him in the eyes. "What is it sweetie?"

"Did... did you LIKE what we did?" His voice was barely audible.

In the deep recesses of her mind, Meg's rational self knew that this was a good opportunity to end this before it went too far. She should tell Justin that what they did was wrong, and they should never discuss it again. She should be absolutely clear on that point. They must NEVER repeat what had happened. But she wasn't feeling particularly rational. Her resolve wavered as she looked down at her son. A deep feeling of love swept over her. They looked intently into one another's eyes for a moment. But then Meg noticed his eyes flicker, and his gaze was drawn toward her exposed, bare legs, curled on the mattress next to him. She sat there in silence, caressing his arm, his bare shoulder, allowing him to look at her as she did so.

"Yes," she whispered. "I did. I enjoyed it very much."

She couldn't believe she had said it! It was WRONG! But Justin grinned happily, and suddenly it seemed to Meg that maybe it WASN'T so bad to admit it, to accept what had happened. Accepting it didn't have to mean that it would happen again. Did it? Her mind was as if in a fog. She was utterly confused by her conflicting emotions.

"You're... not mad at me?" he asked meekly.

A wave of powerful maternal emotion washed over Meg, and she felt her eyes beginning to water. She smiled down at him lovingly. "Of course I'm not mad at you sweetie. You didn't do anything wrong." She ran her fingers tenderly along his brow, stroking his hair.

"'Kay." Justin licked his lips nervously. His eyes darted away. "I... I liked it too Mom."

Meg could only nod - she didn't know how to respond. But before she knew it, she found herself upping the ante. "Um... What did you like most?" Why was she DOING this? Why had she asked that? It didn't MATTER what he had liked - it wasn't as if they were going to do it again! But she couldn't resist, whether it was because of lust or curiosity or something else. She charged on. "Or is it too hard to decide?"

Justin smiled. The ice was breaking a bit. "I liked all of it Mom... but I think...". He stopped and giggled.

"What?"

He looked up toward the ceiling thoughtfully. Then he screwed up his courage. "I guess if I had to pick something, then I'd say I really liked watching you pee." He said it quickly, almost blurting it out, and his cheeks reddened with embarrassment.

"Hmmm." Meg was a bit surprised by that. On the other hand, there HAD been something erotic about the nasty act. "Really?" she asked.

"Yup. I really liked it... and I'd like to see it again. It was like some stuff that Blake showed me on his computer...". He paused, suddenly uncertain.

"Hmm. On Blake's computer? What kind of stuff?"

Her son chewed his lip thoughtfully. Meg's fingers were back on his bare arm, stroking and caressing it idly. She realized that something about this conversation was having an unwelcome and unintended effect. She was alarmed to realize this was arousing her. There was a familiar tingling in her groin. This was not good, not good at all. But it wasn't too late to end this and leave. All she had to do was stand up and say good night and close the door behind her...

But Justin interrupted the half-formed thought. "I don't think I'm supposed to say Mom."