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Karen Miller was putting away folded laundry when she made the first of several startling discoveries that would change her life.

She had had an unusually busy week, so the laundry had gotten backed up quite a bit, and she had an extra big stack of her son's underwear. As she was trying to make room in his drawer for the clean, folded boxers, she came across something she was not supposed to find buried in the bottom of the drawer.

It was a pair of women's panties that had been wadded up and stuffed in the drawer. Karen was so surprised to find them that it took her a few seconds to absorb some critical information about them.

For one, they weren't just any panties, but a pair of black satin bikinis. For another, they weren't just any woman's panties, they were hers, a pair that had gone missing several months ago. And finally, she noticed that the panties were stiff and crusty, completely covered with what she knew was dried semen.

Karen felt her knees go weak and she had to grab the dresser for support as the impact of her discovery hit home. It meant that her son, her shy, sweet, sensitive baby, was masturbating, and using her underwear as a prop.

Suddenly, from nowhere, she got a hot flash and she felt herself get wet between her legs at the mental image of Ray stroking himself and shooting his hot cream on her panties. The very thought shocked her, and she buried her face in a hand as she struggled to compose herself. For Ray was also sexy, as some of her friends had often noted. Indeed, it was a fact that she had noticed as well. But this was different. Now she had proof that her son had a deep carnal nature that was struggling to come into the open.

It all added up to one thing, Karen thought ruefully. It could only mean that Ray was just like her: shy and sweet on the outside, but hot and nasty on the inside.

Unsure of what to do, she quickly replaced the panties in the drawer, and with trembling hands shut it and walked swiftly out of her son's room. I must be going crazy, she thought. I can't be thinking about ... that. She sat at the kitchen table in their small house, poured herself a glass of juice and sat to think.

As she did, her mind wandered back to how she and Ray had arrived at this juncture.

Karen had grown up the youngest - and only daughter - of three c***dren. Her father was a claims adjuster for a major insurance company and her mother was a housewife. Being responsible for a fairly large territory, her father had spent much of his time on the road, giving him ample opportunity to sample the wares of women in a number of towns. Her dad had a highly sexual nature and an easy, garrulous way with people. Her mom, on the other hand, was quiet and somewhat frigid. As long as he kept his affairs in other towns, she tolerated her father's running around, but when he took up with a barmaid in their small town, her mother left her father and took Karen with her to another town, where she got a low-income job as a secretary. Karen had been 13 when this happened, and it had been fairly traumatic.

It became quickly apparent that Karen inherited the most dominant features from each of her parents. Form her mother, she inherited her size, a high intellegence, strong survival instincts and a quiet, introspective personality. From her father, she inherited her looks and a bottomless sexual hunger. It was a difficult combination to have. She was just slightly over five feet tall and slim, with a perfectly-proportioned butt and small, tea-cup sized breasts. And she was drop-dead gorgeous, with a pretty, open face, raven black hair, fair skin and dazzling blue eyes the color of a clear sky on a mountain morning.

It didn't take the boys at her new high school long to notice the pretty brunette, but for a long time, she held them off, hiding behind her shy nature. Eventually, she loosened up, and gave up her virginity early in her junior year. For the next year or so, she dated pretty regularly, and most of her boyfriends got what they wanted from her. She had always had an active imagination, and once she got started, she was game for most anything when it came to sex.

Because her mother was a staunch Catholic, the idea of Karen using contraceptives was out of the question. For awhile, Karen was able to play Catholic Roulette, timing her cycle so that she avoided sex when she was fertile. Or rather, she avoided letting her boyfriends in her pussy at those times. She quickly learned how to give head and wasn't averse to letting a guy have her succulent butt if a blowjob wasn't enough.

But when she started going with Donnie Miller during her senior year of high school, that changed. Donnie was a sophomore at the local college, and he was considered quite a catch. His father was on the town council, and was rumored to have higher political aspirations, and his mother came from one of the town's wealthiest families.

Donnie hadn't wanted to play Catholic Roulette when Karen was fertile, and he paid the price, for a couple of weeks before her high school graduation, Karen came up pregnant. The Millers wanted Karen to quietly have an abortion, but neither she nor her mother would hear of it. Moreover, Karen's angry mother insisted that Donnie marry her daughter, or else she would create a tremendousscandal. Her mom may have been quiet, but there were depths to her that no one in that town had seen up to that point.

Nevertheless, it was a doomed marriage. Karen resented that her college dreams had been shattered, and Donnie's parents made no attempt to hide their disdain for her, considering her a low-life tramp from the other side of the tracks who had trapped their precious son into marriage. And that disdain extended to her son as well. Karen's mother - and her father - gave him all the love they could, but the Millers were indifferent to the boy.

After Ray came along, Karen went to work at Wal-Mart while Donnie finished his banking degree. Even then, she suspected he was cheating on her, but could never prove it. After he graduated from college and started with a local bank, Karen found a job as a secretary for a local lawyer.

For seven years, she stayed married to Donnie, and the whole time, she knew he was cheating, but he was too clever to be caught. Yet when she finally succumbed to the persistent advances of her boss, it took less than a month for Donnie to find out. Karen always suspected that it was a set-up, but she found it impossible to fight the money and influence that the Millers had aligned against her.

Defeated, Karen made a deal with her husband. She would waive any alimony claims in return for full custody of Ray and minimal c***d support. Donnie had never wanted the c***d to begin with, and had done his best to make the boy's life miserable. He had never physically abused his son, or her, but his verbal abuse had been a constant drain on their self-esteem.

As it happened, c***d support was grudging at best, and after six years of constantly fighting about it, Karen simply wearied of the battle. By that time, she had moved to the nearest large city, the better to fade into the crowd. She had found work as a secretary for a medium-sized corporation, a job she had been recommended for by her former employer, who was perhaps feeling guilty about his role in her downfall. She had bought a small house in a quiet neighborhod, and had settled down with her son.

Feeling betrayed by her body, which had finally yielded to her instincts, Karen initially swore off sex, but after a year or so, she found she missed it, badly. Sometimes, she would accept dates, but refused to get involved in anything serious. And when she went a fairly long period without sex, she sometimes went out looking for it. That ended abruptly, though, when Ray was about 11, when she brought home a guy she'd met at a bar. They were into it hot and heavy on the couch when Ray stumbled out of his bedroom to get a glass of water. Karen would never forget the hurt look on her son's face when he saw what was going on.

After that, Karen swore off alcohol and sex, and dedicated herself to her son. He was a quiet, studious boy whose only passion was long-distance running. That was a pursuit that Karen encouraged, to the point where they took their runs together. As Ray matured into a young man, they became a familiar sight in their neighborhood almost every morning, running quite briskly.

Ray had graduated from high school with honors and had decided to attend a college nearby, so he could live at home and save on the cost of a dorm. He was 19 now, heading into his sophomore year, and was working at a bookstore in a nearby mall. He had grown to be a slender young man of average height, with looks that favored Karen's mother, complete with her curly, sandy blond hair. However, he had inherited Karen's eyes, deep soulful blue eyes that hinted at unfathomable depths. He had had a few girlfriends, but none that were serious, and Karen had a suspicion that her son was still a virgin.

As she sat at the table contemplating what she had found, that thought gave her a strange thrill, and she had to shake her head vigorously to rid it of the haunting, delicious images that were swirling around in there. She had gone over eight years without sex, at least sex with another person, and maybe it was starting to get to her. Although she was now celibate, she still had the same deep sexual nature she'd always had, and she made liberal use of her imagination, and the few toys she'd managed to acquire to help her when she masturbated.

Ray sensed something different about his mom when he came home for dinner that night after work. She seemed distracted, and seemed to look away whenever he spoke. This puzzled him, because usually Karen liked to hang on his every word. When she had made the commitment to do everything she could for her son, that had included paying rapt attention to what he was saying. They often had deep philosophical conversations about wildly divergent topics, ranging from baseball to politics. So for Karen to lose focus on Ray was disconcerting to say the least.

However, he shrugged it off, and went out to see a movie with a friend. Karen watched a ball game on TV for while then went to bed early.

The next day was a Sunday, and they slept in, as they did most Sundays. It promised to be a hot day, and Karen wasn't enthusiastic about getting outside. Ray had to work that afternoon, and after he left, Karen decided to play poker on her computer.

Karen played for awhile, but something kept nagging at the back of her mind, so finally she cashed in and decided to rummage around on the computer to see what she could find.

As a mother of a teenage son, Karen had always kept a close watch on what Ray did on the computer, but since he'd started college, she'd slacked off, figuring that he was old enough to use the computer without her birddogging him. But for some reason, today, she felt an urge to catch up with what her son was up to on-line. What she found astounded her.

Looking at the History file, she was startled to see that Ray had apparently been poking around in a website that featured erotic fiction. This by itself wasn't necessarily something bad. She had used that very site herself at times. But what took her breath away was the nature of the stories Ray had downloaded. In all, there were over a dozen stories in the file, and every single one featured i****t between mothers and sons.

Karen trembled from top to bottom as she started looking at some of the stories, and she felt herself flush. Most of the stories were well-written, and all of them were extremely graphic. She could feel the moisture building between her legs as she read each story, and the more she read, the hotter and wetter she got. She tried several times to shake herself out of the near-trancelike state she'd fallen into, but she could not pull herself away from the stories. Several times she caught herself rubbing her crotch through her shorts, and one time even clutched her breasts and rolled her stiffening nipples, before she realized what she was doing.

God help me, she thought, as she read. This was SO wrong! But there was no denying it any more. She was getting turned on by the erotic fantasy of mothers making love with their sons, and in particular, the idea of making love with her son. She was almost in tears as the implications began to settle in her psyche. But there was more in store.

After finishing reading every story that had been downloaded, Karen fearfully began to search for some other evidence that Ray was fantasizing about her. I didn't take long for her to find it.

She uncovered a folder simply titled "Ray's stuff," and when she tried to open it, she found it password-protected. Her suspicions aroused, she started trying a number of different passwords in an effort to get in and see what her son was up to. Her hands shook as she typed each failed password. She tried obvious words like Ray, sex, i****t, before thinking of word combinations. She tried momlove, lovemom, ilovemom, then typed in raylovesmom and suddenly the folder opened. Karen's eys bugged out as she realized that she had stumbled upon the deepest, darkest recesses of her son's fertile mind.

There were photos of every sort. Some were seemingly-innocent pictures of her that Ray had scanned in, but also some where he had superimposed her face onto a picture of a naked woman that was built somewhat like her. There were also pictures of women, all of whom resembled her, having all kinds of sex. Besides photos, there were more stories, lots more stories, from several websites, and poetry, all featuring sex between mothers and sons.

Karen read through a few of them, and she felt her arousal spike with each lurid fantasy that she read. After closing out of one story, she came across a poem Ray had written, and it basically described the thoughts he had when they ran together, how he liked to watch her hips move and her legs churn. That was bad enough, she thought, as it confirmed that Ray did indeed have a specific attraction to her.

But then she came to a story that Ray had obviously written, and her heart almost stopped. It was titled, "What I Want," and it described in exquisite detail exactly what Ray wanted to do to her. It was nasty, but also romantic. Simply put, Ray wanted to make love to her, slowly and sensually. He described the touch of her breasts, the smell of her hair, the curve of her butt. As she read it, Karen let out an audible groan and slid her fingers down the front of her shorts, into her panties, where she found her hot, wet pussy and throbbing clit.

And as she read, Karen formed a picture of Ray - her son, her baby - naked, and with her equally naked on her bed having sex. Her heart raced as the forbidden, i****tuous fantasy built, while her middle finger rolled her swelling clit around and around.

Suddenly, she looked at the clock on the screen and realized that Ray would be home any time now. Frantically, she closed the folder and shut the computer down. She strode briskly to her bedroom, closed and locked the door. She pulled her t-shirt over her head, unhooked and discarded her bra, then slid her shorts down her legs, with her panties coming off with them. She stood naked in front of the mirror as a shaft of late-afternoon sunlight shone through the window. Yes, she told herself, she was still the same sexy creature she'd been all those years ago, still sexy enough to turn on a handsome, virile young man, never mind that the man was her own son.

She ran her hands down her sides, and up her chest, cupping her breasts and squeezing her nipples. As she continued to caress a breast, with her right hand, her left hand snaked down her stomach, down her abdomen and between her legs. She slid the flat of three fingers through the lush black curls of her pubic bush, over her throbbing-hot mound, wormed a finger around her opening then back up to her clit.

Karen could feel the moist heat building in her crotch as she rolled her clit. She moved her other hand down between her legs and thrust two fingers as far as they could go in her burning snatch. She stared at herself in the mirror, at her lust-lidded eyes and the hands that were caressing her sex, imagining that they were Ray's hands working on her.

She needed more, so she squatted down, not missing a beat as she finger-fucked herself. She opened her bottom dresser drawer and reached under the sweatshirts to where she kept her toys. She felt around until she found one that she felt was pretty close to what she imagined Ray's hard cock would look like.

She pulled it out and stared at it for several seconds, then ran her tongue over the rubber dong. She got it good and wet with her saliva then slid it into her mouth and sucked it like a cock. She slid it in as far as she could, inhaling nearly two-thirds of its length, feeling the head hit the back of her throat. God, she missed having a cock do that, as the erotic feelings welled up inside her. Unlike some women, she had always loved to suck a hard cock, especially when she could get one all the way in. She liked the taste and texture of a man's erection. Sucking a rubber dong approximated the texture of a real cock, but the taste, of course, was nowhere near the same.

When Karen felt like she'd given herself enough of a mental image of sucking Ray's cock, she pulled the dildo out of her mouth, moved it between her legs and pushed it right up her sizzling slit. She humped up and down on the fake cock slowly, sinuously, her eyes closed imagining it was Ray's cock that she was riding. A long, loud groan escaped her lips as she slowly fucked herself nearly to oblivion.

The noise caught the attention of Ray, who was in his bedroom changing into some comfortable clothes after coming home from work. Karen had been so into her sex play that she hadn't heard him come in, and at that point, she probably wouldn't have cared if she had. Ray perked up when he heard what was going on in the next bedroom. He had discovered sometime in his early teens that the way the air conditioner vents were placed between the two bedrooms made it easy for him to hear whatever was happening next door. If he sat in his closet, it was almost like he was in the same room with his mom, and he had spent many a night on his stool, stroking his cock while listening to Karen masturbate. He knew she had a high sex drive and that she had sworn off other men for him. It was one of the many things he loved about his mom.

Usually, though, Karen masturbated at night, before she went to sleep, so it was highly unusual - a real treat - for her to be fucking herself here when it was still light outside. Ray could feel his cock swell as he listened to the gasps and moans his mother made as she worked herself over. He slid his boxer shorts off and stood naked by his closet, softly stroking his stiff cock. Continuing to jack himself lightly, he went to his drawer, reached in and pulled out his trusty pair of panties. He got a tremendous thrill out of using his mom's panties for this purpose, not to mention the feeling of the satiny cloth on his cock. Reaching into the drawer of his night stand, he pulled out a little baby oil and poured some on the base of his cock and began working it up and down the shaft, simulating the feeling of Karen's juices around his cock. Then he moved his stool into the closet, laid a towel on the floor in front of him, sat down and began to stroke himself with purpose.

Karen's calves had started to ache from being in the squatting position for so long, so she stood up, keeping the dildo firmly embedded in her pussy, and lay back on the bed. Now she began to fuck herself in earnest as her climax began to quicken.

"Oh baby, baby, baby," she moaned. "Mmmmmmmmm. Fuck me with your beautiful cock. I want to feel you fill me. Ummm, ahhhh, yeeaaaahh!
Ray's fist was moving briskly, but not too fast, over his purple boner as he listened to his mother's sexy patter. God, I wish that was my cock fucking that pussy, he thought. He looked down at his cock and he knew he could please her with it. It wasn't too long, but big enough, maybe 6 1/2-7 inches, and thick, but not fat, with a classicly-proportioned helmet and the shaft was criss-crossed with very prominent veins. He believed that it was the perfect size and shape for Karen's petite physique, and he ached to feel it enter her forbidden depths.

Karen's pussy lips were just prominent enough to stick out from her mound, offering something like a gate to her pleasure core. And when she had something between them, they gripped almost like a fist,which had left all of her boyfriends weak in the knees when they fucked her. And now she was brazenly imagining that it was her son who was getting that treatment, and the wickedness of the thought spurred her arousal higher and higher. As she approached her orgasm, the dildo was churning faster and faster in her cunt, making obscene squishing noises as she fucked herself with abandon. A series of high-pitched cries burst from her mouth, the pitch getting higher the closer she came to her climax.

Suddenly, she gave an ear-splitting shreak and caught her breath. For a split second she hung on the precipice, then, with a thudding groan, her body went into convulsions as a massive orgasm swept her body from head to toe. For long, agonizing seconds, she came hard on the rubber dong, and she felt the juices of her orgasm pour out over her hand.

As he heard the telltale sound of Karen's orgasm, Ray stroked himself harder and harder, feeling the tingle in his balls that signalled his own orgasm had reached the point of no return. With a soft gasp, he stroked hard a final time then watched in awe as his cock spewed out several long arcs of cum onto the towel in front of him. The first shot flew nearly three feet in the air and next several shots went almost as far, until the bursts subsided and the rest of his cum flowed out over his fist. His body shook as he squeezed out the final few drops of semen, then he shook his cock a couple of times and stood up on shaky legs to finish cleaning up.

Karen lay back stunned on her bed as the afterglow of her orgasm shone over her sweaty body. It had been a long time since she cum that intensely, and she knew it was from the idea of fucking her own son. Suddenly, she started as she heard movement in Ray's room and realized that he was home, and had probably been home for awhile. What had he heard? Then a slow, almost evil smile played across her face as she realized that she didn't care if he'd heard her or not. For sometime during her frantic self-fuck session, she'd made up her mind. She was going to do it. She was going to let her son fuck her, to hell with the taboo. She needed a man, and he needed a woman. He loved her and wanted her that way, and she knew now that she loved him and wanted him the same way.

Ray threw on a pair of gym shorts and a tank top and headed for the kitchen to scramble up something to eat, nearly bumping into Karen as she emerged from her bedroom. He couldn't help but notice that she was still a little flushed, that her hair was tousled and that she smelled of sex. And he certainly noticed that his mother hadn't bothered to put on a bra, from the way her nipples were poking through the material of her t-shirt.

Karen had long known that men liked to see women in t-shirts without a bra, and she figured Ray was no different. Truthfully, bras for Karen were mostly for ornamentation, modesty or to keep her nipples from becoming irritated, especially when she ran. She certainly didn't need them for support, since her breasts sat up high and proud in her chest with only a minimum of curve.

Not finding much in the refridgerator, they decided to have pizza delivered, and they sat at the table discussing various subjects. But Karen avoided any mention of what she had found earlier that day. She still had some emotional reservations about that, and didn't want to tip her hand just yet. For his part, Ray was pleased to see that whatever had been bothering his mom earlier had dissipated, and that she was back to her old self.

As they worked together in the small kitchen cleaning up after eating, Ray found himself, for at least the thousandth time, sorely tempted to simply take his mom in arms and make his feelings known, but as usual he resisted the urge.

After getting her lunch ready for the next day, Karen kissed Ray on the cheek, the way she always did, and was in bed by 9:30. But it took her awhile to fall asleep. She was strangely excited, as if she was about to embark on an adventure. She still had doubts in her mind about it, but the prospect of doing something so forbidden - not to mention the chance that she was going to get laid after so long - thrilled her to the core. Finally, she reached between her legs and briskly masturbated to a quick climax and fell asleep thinking positively wicked thoughts.

Ray waited until he was sure Karen was retired before slipping into the bedroom they used as the office, so to speak. He sat down at the computer, booted up and fished around some before calling up his special folder. It didn't take him long to figure out that someone else had been in his folder. With mounting horror, he called up the log that recorded when each file had been opened and closed, and when he did, he groaned.

"Oh shit," he said aloud. "I'm fucked."

There was only one person who could have been on their computer and looked at his folder, and that was his mom. Ray quickly ascertained that Karen had looked at just about all of the stories he'd had filed away, including what he called his manifesto, where he detailed exactly what he wanted to do to her. It was obvious that his mother had found his folder, figured out a way in and had seen everything he'd put in there, the pictures, the stories, the poems.

Then it dawned on him that if Karen had been shocked or upset by what she'd discovered, she'd have confronted him. She'd have been angry and would have caused a big scene.

No, he thought, as a smile slowly played across his face, she'd done what? She'd gone to bed in the middle of the afternoon and fucked herself silly, climaxing in the loudest, most explosive orgasm he could remember her having. She had come out without cleaning up and dressed in a tight t-shirt with no bra, her taut nipples straining the cloth of her shirt.. She'd been her old self, sweet, friendly, talkative, not like she'd been the day before and earlier that morning.

Was it possible that, far from being shocked and angry, that Karen had been turned on by what she'd found? Could it be that she might actually consider letting him fuck her? Ray's cock began to swell in his shorts as he realized for the first time that his most cherished fantasy, his fondest dream, might come true.

Then he forced himself to face stern reality. Fantasy it might be, but in the real world, mothers didn't let their sons fuck them. Still, he resolved to stay off the computer and keep his hands off his dick in case something did happen in the near future. He would bide his time, watch his mom carefully and see where things went.

Nothing was said by either Karen or Ray through the next week, but they both felt a charge in the air. Early on Monday morning, when they took their daily run, Karen watched Ray out of the corner of her eyes, and, sure enough, his gaze did seem to linger on her butt as she ran. And occasionally, she'd lag back a little and admire the way her son's butt moved as he ran.

Karen also took a practical step early in the week when she contacted her gynocologist about birth-control pills. She wanted to take no chances that she'd come up pregnant by her son. Then on Wednesday, as they ate dinner, Karen looked across the table at Ray and asked if he had any plans for Saturday night.

"No, I don't," he replied. "I get off at 5 and I'm off Sunday. Why?"

"I just thought you might like to go out to dinner," Karen said. "I mean really get dressed up and have kind of a romantic evening. Neither one of us has had a date in so long we've probably forgotten what it's like."

Ray kept a poker face, even when Karen suggessted they go to one of the city's finest restaurants, a four-star establishment reknowned for its cozy, intimate atmosphere. Inside, though, his stomach was doing cartwheels. He couldn't believe that after all this time that his dreams might be coming true.

Karen, too, was excited. She'd thought about it, and realized that deep down she'd always wanted this. It was why she'd given up dating, why she'd devoted as much time as she could to her son. Other men, especially her ex-husband, had disappointed her, used her for their own purposes, then discarded her. Well here was one man who wouldn't let her down, who was as devoted to her as she was devoted to him. Ray would treat her right, treat her like the lady she knew she was.

Karen took a half-day off on Friday to do some shopping. She wanted to dress to impress. She had always been frugal with her money, and had saved well, so she had the means to splurge for this event. When Saturday rolled around, she could hardly contain her excitement. She started geting ready in the mid-afternoon, starting with a long, leisurely bath. She used an entire small bottle of bath oil to make sure her skin was baby-smooth and lightly scented. She washed and conditioned her raven hair, carefully shaved her legs, under her arms, then trimmed back her thick, dark bush. On impulse, she decided to shave her lips and around her mound. She was hot as a piston by the time she finished, and had to finger herself to a quick orgasm to take the edge off her arousal. It helped, but she was still trembling with desire when she emerged from the tub.

She heard Ray come in about 4 and heard the shower in the other bathroom going as he started getting ready. For just a moment, she was tempted to just climb in there with him and get started right then, but she held herself back. She knew the waiting, the anticipation, would make it that much more special.

Once her hair was dry, Karen brushed it until it shone like polished obsidian, then carefully appplied her makeup. Most of the time, she went without wearing much makeup. At work, she tended to dress down, not wanting to attract as much attention to herself, and, frankly, with her complexion, she really didn't need much anyway. But tonight, she laid it on, finishing with bright red lipstick. She also painted her toenails and fingernails, which she kept fairly long anyway, both in the same shade as her lipstick.

Then Karen moved to the bedroom and began to dress. She had bought a brand-new garter belt, stockings and a skimpy pair of thong panties. When she had those on she pulled out the new party dress she'd bought. It was a black two-piece ensemble of a satiny material, a snug skirt that stopped 2-3 inches above her knees and a somewhat looser top, with thin straps. Her best pair of high-heels an matching jewelry, earrings, necklace and bracelet completed her preparations. As she gazed at the mirror, turning this way and that, she felt a chill run up and down her spine. It wasn't often she openly admired herself, being much too shy and modest for that . But she had to admit, that she looked pretty damn good, and she had a feeling that the man she wanted to impress tonight would be genuinely appreciative.

That proved to be an understatement. Ray's jaw dropped and his eyes were like springs as he got his first look at his mother in her finery.

"God, Mom, you look great!" he whispered.

Karen just smiled airily as she passed her goggle-eyed son. She turned around to face him then bent over to retrieve her purse, which sat in the chair. In that position, Ray could see down the front of his mother's top, and got a quick glimpse of her tits, unfettered as they were. Karen stood up and smiled sweetly at her son, the said, "let's go, handsome."

As they walked out to her sedan, Karen remarked on how nice Ray looked. He was wearing his best silk shirt, a pine color, with beige slacks, and loafers stylishly without socks. He was freshly shaved and had even put on after shave, something he rarely did.

Dinner was excellent, and they talked of many things, including Ray's ambitions. He was looking to attend law school and become an attorney. He had been brought up hearing chapter and verse on how Karen had been wronged by a legal system that was stacked against her. It was one of the few things she ever got bitter about, and Ray felt a desire to work as an advocate for those in less fortunate circumstances.

They were having dessert and coffee when Karen grew silent, as if pondering something. Then she looked up at Ray and gave her son an even stare.

"Ray, I want to know something, and please be honest," she said.

"Sure, Mom," Ray answered, anticipating what he sensed was coming.

"How long have you wanted to fuck me?" Karen said.

Ray just looked down at his lap, at a loss for words.

"Ray, look at me," Karen said, softly, but firmly, grabbing his hands in hers. "How long have you been fantasizing about me?"

Ray's eyes were moist with emotion as he looked intently at his mother.

"Mom, I can't remember ever not wanting you," he said in almost a whisper. "You're the sexiest, most beautiful woman in the world. You could have had any man you wanted, but you chose to give yourself to me. You sacrificed the best years of your life to be a mother and a father to me. Why would I not want you? You're everything in world to me."

There. It was out. He'd said what he'd always wanted to say to his mother, and he wasn't going to say any more. She knew how he felt. He wanted her, badly, but he wasn't going to beg.

Karen took his hands and brought them up to her lips and kissed them lightly. Her eyes were alive and her mouth was creased in a Mona Lisa smile.

"You beautiful boy," she whispered. "My beautiful man."

She gazed at him for a pregnant second then asked the question she'd been wanted to ask for a long time.

"Can I ask you a personal question?" she said. Then, without waiting for an answer she asked it. "Have you ever been with a woman before?"

Ray just shook his head. Now that eveything was on the table, he felt shy, almost inadequate. How could he have ever thought that he could please this seductive creature, this woman of the world? He'd seen the looks Karen had gotten from every man in the restaurant, indeed from every man they'd encountered that night. He'd seen, as well, the smirking looks some of the gave him, as if to say, "you can't handle her. Let a man do the job." Even the guy who parked their car at the valet parking looked at him with a sort of disdain.

But in the next instant, it all changed. Karen again brought his hands up and kissed them, more intently this time.

"Ray, please take me home and love me," she whispered. "I need you. I want you. Ray, please, will you be my man?"

Ray felt his cock begin to grow like a jack-in-the-box, and a smile creased his face.

"Mom, I'll be your man for as long as you want me to be," he said happily. "I'll always be yours."

Karen smiled seductively at her son, her soon-to-be lover. They quickly paid the check, giving their waiter a generous tip, and left the restaurant hand-in-hand. When they reached the street, after calling for their car, Karen pulled Ray to her and they kissed, deeply, lovingly, a kiss of passion full of lips and tongues. They were still engrossed in each other when the valet pulled up with her car. Reluctantly, they broke their embrace and climbed in, Ray behind the wheel. As they drove off, Ray winked at the valet, who stood there with an astonished look on his face.

Once they were settled in the car, Karen slid over next to her son. She ran a hand up the inside of his thigh to the telltale bulge in his pants that spoke of his dire need.

"Ummm, this feels nice," she cooed. "Mind if he comes out to play?"

Karen didn't wait for an answer. She had been sitting on simmer for so long, she couldn't stand it. If she could have, she'd have jumped Ray's bones right then. Instead, she settled for unzipping his slacks, reaching into his boxers and pulling out his already-throbbing cock. She softly stroked it and watched in rapture as a ball of pre-cum oozed out from the tip. With her thumb, she lightly spread the natural lube around the head, then went back for more. The next ball of fluid that came out of Ray's cock, she scooped up with the nail of her index finger and brought it to her crimson lips. Her tongue flicked out and licked the nail clean of the fluid.

"Mmmmm, tasty," she said. "I think I'll have some more."

With that, Karen bent her head down into Ray's lap and engulfed the head of his cock with her lips. Slowly she slid his purple boner into her mouth until it hit the back of her throat. Slowly, ever so slowly, so as not to make him cum too soon, she began to bob her head up and down, reveling in the feel and taste of his cock. It had been too long since she'd had a man in her mouth, and she knew she'd never go that long without one again. Karen sucked leisurely on Ray's cock until he felt like he would cum if she continued.

"Mom, don't make me cum yet," he said through gritted teeth. "I've waited too long, you have too, to waste it like that."

"Oh, it wouldn't be a waste," Karen said as she sat up, smacking her lips as she did. "Believe me, it wouldn't be a waste. And I am going to taste your cum before we're through here. But you're right. I want you in my pussy, and I want it bad."

"How long has it been for you, Mom?" Ray asked, after they'd driven in silence for awhile.

"Too fucking long," she replied. "Here, I'll show you how long it's been."

She took his right hand and guided it up her left leg, under her skirt, up to her crotch. Ray didn't need a map. His fingers found her soaking-wet thong and slid them inside, to her gushing cunt. He wasn't a total stranger to pussy; he'd made it that far with a couple of girlfriends he'd had in high school, and he'd read enough to know how to use his fingers on a woman. He quickly found Karen's clit and lightly rubbed it with his middle finger, then slid it down between her lips, which he parted en route to her fuckhole. Karen groaned as Ray slid his finger in as far as the second knuckle and began to work it around slightly.

Karen pressed herself to her son's side as her hips began to rock to the tune Ray was playing in her panties. She could feel a monstrous orgasm building as Ray picked up the pace. All too soon, they found themselves in their neighborhood, at their driveway. As Ray parked the car and shut off the engine, they turned to each other again, and melded together, kissing furiously, necking like two teenagers at the submarine races. Karen realized after a few minutes that they'd better go into the house or else they'd arouse suspicion, and that was the last thing they needed.

Quickly, they pulled themselves together and climbed out of the car, headed for the front door. Karen's hands trembled as she tried to put the key in the door. It took two tries before she got it open. They closed the door, and in the darkness, with just the late-rising moon for light, they embraced again, pressing their bodies together in furious, forbidden lust.

Karen's eyes were dancing with an inner fire as she maneuvered Ray into the chair in their living room. She pulled the curtains together while he turned on the lamp next to the chair. She turned and looked at her son with a smoky look of pure passion. Ray had slipped his shoes off and he sat back to watch as his mother slowly strutted over to stand in front of him. Staring into his eyes, she slowly, seductively, pulled the top over her head and tossed it aside, revealing her naked breasts to his gaze for the first time. She lightly rolled her nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand, and felt the litle nubs stiffen in response. Reaching behind her, she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She stepped out of it and tossed it off to the side.

Go ahead and touch them," Karen said softly as she bent over and began to unbutton Ray's shirt. Ray captured her tits in each hand, and they were a perfect fit. He lightly squeezed the slight mounds and rolled the nipples around, and Karen couldn't prevent a low moan from escaping her lips. She loved to have her nipples played with; it was like a straight line from her nipples to her crotch, and she could feel the juices flowing with each touch.

Karen finished unbuttoning Ray's shirt, pulled it off and added it to the growing pile of clothes on the floor. She lightly raked her nails across his chest, feeling his nipples jut out in much the same way hers were. Squatting down, she moved her hands to his belt, opened it, unhooked his slacks and pulled them off. Ray's rock-hard dick poked out through the hole in his boxers, an angry reddish-purple color. Ray's boxers quickly joined the rest of the clothes on the floor, then Karen stood up and spent long seconds admiring her beautiful son.

"You have a beautiful body," Karen whispered. "You should be proud."

And she meant it. He was not muscle-bound, but he was trim and fit, with a light dusting of hair on his chest, and a cock that looked to be just about perfect. Karen was shaking with need as she slid her fingers into the sides of her panties and slowly slid them down her legs, giving Ray his first look at the place from which he'd come 19 years earlier. He was mesmerized as Karen kicked her panties to the side.

"You just sit back and let Mama do the work," Karen said in a voice thick with lust.

She climbed onto the chair, straddling Ray's body at the waist. She bent down and kissed him with a consuming passion as she felt his urgent cock slide between the crack of her ass. Rythmically, Karen rubbed his cock with her butt, thrilling as it jerked in response.

"It's time to fuck me, baby, " she breathed. "Come to Mama."

Karen sat up, lifted her hips up from Ray's waist and grabbed his cock at the base. She rubbed the head of his dick several times between her lips, then slowly fit it into her hole. Almost as one, Karen slid her pussy down Ray's shaft as he pushed upward with his hips. A long, loud mutual groan burst from their lips at this first i****tuous union of mother and son. As long as lived, Ray knew he would never forget this moment, the moment when all of his dreams became reality, when his cock first entered his mother's steaming-hot pussy.

They started slowly at first, becoming accustomed to the almost shocking feeling of their mating. As Ray had known all along, his cock was a perfect fit in Karen's pussy. He bottomed out just at the point when their pubic bushes meshed. Karen noticed it too. Ray's cock was absolutely perfect. Any bigger and it would have been too much. It was just right, and she suddenly threw her head back and laughed as she began to work her pussy up and down on Ray's upthrusting dick. Ray may have been a virgin up to that moment, but he knew instintively what to do, and he grabbed Karen's hips in an effort to control her pace.

"Ummmmm, baby, you're great," Karen exclaimed. "Fuck me like you always wanted to, baby. Let yourself go."

"Unnnnnhhhh, Ggggggod, it's too much," Ray said as he fought to maintain control. "Oh, Mom, it's everything I'd hoped it would be."

Karen closed her eyes and let the climactic feelings build and build through her body. She was sitting on the verge of one of the queen cums of her entire life, and she was more than ready. She moaned heavily and shook her head from side to side as she worked herself up and down on her son's wonderful cock. Faster and faster, she slid her juicy cunt back and forth, up and down, feeling the rush as Ray's cock began to twitch in the telltale sign of imminent explosion. She'd known they'd been holding back too much passion for this to be anything but a fast and furious fuck. They'd make love later. This was just pure a****l passion from two people who had deprived themselves of pleasure for too long.

Ray's eyes were squeezed shut as he held off as long as he could. He could tell from the wild sounds Karen was making that she was close, and he wanted to get there with her. His hips were like pistons as he drove his cock harder and faster up his mother's gushing cunt.

Karen could feel it coming, coming, coming, and her high-pitched yips got louder and shriller as she hit the top of the mountain. And just as she did, she felt Ray's cock balloon slightly, then explode in a geyser of molten-hot cum. He spewed some dozen hard, rapid-fire bursts of jizz straight into her womb, and as she felt him cum, she convulsed in a full-body orgasm that dwarfed anything she could remember having in all the years of sex she'd had. She squealed and gasped as she came and came, and Ray gasped and grunted as he continued to squeeze out little mini-bursts of cum. For long minutes, mother and son held each other in a love grip as their sweaty bodies shook from the climax that washed over them.

They were still twitching when Karen finally opened her eyes and gazed down at Ray, who had the most blissful expression on his face. She gave a throaty laugh, and he joined her as they toasted the consummation of their love.

"Oh baby, you were sensational," Karen said as she bent down to kiss her baby, her beautiful boy who was now her lover. And what a lover! Ray had been everything she could have hoped he would be and more. They held each other tenderly, giving each other little kisses and licks as they basked in the afterglow of their first sexual encounter.

But she wanted more, much more, and judging from the way Ray's cock was already beginning to stir again, she sensed that he wanted more, as well, and soon.

"C'mon, lover, let's go to bed," Karen whispered.

They stopped off in the kitchen for a much-needed glass of cool water, then headed back to Karen's bedroom to continue their night.

Ray just stood in the doorway of his mother's bedroom watching, with the light from the bedside table the only illumination, as Karen sat on the bed and pulled off her heels, which she'd kept on throughout their frantic fucking in the front room. She lifted her legs and gazed over at Ray as she unhooked her stockings and slowly rolled them off her legs.

Karen just laughed wantonly as she lay back on the bed, completely naked now. Ray walked over and lay down next to her and they molded their bodies together, kissing each other's lips and licking at each other's faces. Ray could feel another hard-on building, and this time he wanted to take his time. He wanted to consume this woman, mind, body and soul, the way he had always wanted. His hand slid between his mother's legs and he stroked her bubbling cunt, and felt her breath quicken in response.

Ray ran his tongue down Karen's neck, down to her tits, which sat up high and proud. He kissed, licked, sucked, even chewed a little on her stiff pink nipples, and Karen clutched the back of his head to hold him in place.

Gently, but firmly, Ray pulled his head away from Karen's breasts and licked his way down her stomach, to her abdomen. Abruptly, he got up on his knees between his mother's legs. Karen thought he was going to slip his cock into her again, but he surprised her by pulling her legs up by the backs of her knees and burying his face in her sodden pussy.

Karen squealed at the sudden assault, and from the jolts of pleasure that Ray's mouth was administering. He slashed at her sloppy cunt with his tongue, sucking up as much of the tangy fluid as he could, and finishing with a flourish around her blood-engorged clit. Then he opened his mouth wide and vacuumed her entire opening, lips and all, into his mouth almost like he was sucking a small cock, then pursed his lips and sucked what was left of their commingled juice into his mouth and down his throat.

"You nasty boy," Karen panted delightedly. "Ohhhhh yeeeaaaaahh! Eat Mama's pussy, baby."

This was something no other lover had ever done to her before, and it sent her arousal soaring into the stratosphere. The other men she'd had, especially her ex-husband, would have been grossed out by the idea of eating her pussy after they had cum in it. But it just seemed like the logical thing to do, Ray figured, and as far as he was concerned, it tasted like ambrosia.

Karen's whole body was on fire as Ray ate her pussy with a vigor bordering on glee. She couldn't believe how original, how wildly inventive, her virgin son was proving to be as a lover. But while Ray may have been a virgin as far as actual sexual experience was concerned, he was well-read, and he had studied the ways to please a woman, in the hopes that someday he might be allowed to do exactly what he was doing at that very moment. He ate his mother's pussy like a pro, spearing her hole with his tongue, lapping at her lips and sucking hard at her clit with his lips.

Karen could feel another tremendous orgasm coming to a head, and she didn't bother to stop it, because she knew more were right around the corner. Her body jerked like she'd been shocked, her back arched and she cried out wildly in her passion. Ray just kept right on feasting on the copious flow of juice that gushed from his mother's cunt as she came.

Ray's cock was still only semi-soft, so Karen pulled lightly on his hair, to give her sensitive cunt a few minutes to rest and to get him up where she could return the favor. Ray straddled his mom's chest and held his cock out for her to suck, and she didn't mess around. She lifted her head and slid the wet head of his cock between her lips and began to work about half his length back and forth in her hot mouth. Her tongue was playing brisk arpeggios around the shaft and under the crown as she sucked him up to a full hard-on.

Ray let her suck on his cock just long enough for him to get fully-engorged, then he ripped it out of her mouth and slid down her body until he was once again on his knees between his mother's wide-splayed legs. Karen had her left hand around his back and with her right hand she motioned silently for him to come on in. Ray gripped his cock at the base and slid the head past Karen's gates and pushed it home in one screaming thrust.

Cries and gasps of pleasure filled the bedroom as Ray quickly got up to ramming speed. He propped himself on his hands as he methodically drilled his cock in his mother's spastic slot. Karen locked her legs around Ray's waist and rolled her hips around, up and down in an equally methodical motion as another orgasm quickly build up speed. Her raven hair thashed on the pillow as she shook her head from side to side, speechless from the intensity of their union.

Without warning, her climax burst through her body like fireworks, and she emitted unintelligible sounds and beat her fists on her son's back as it washed over her. But Ray just kept right on fucking her in measured strokes, oblivious to her orgasmic convulsions. He was gaining confidence with every plunge of his iron rod in his mother's trembling pussy. He knew he was in the process of taming a woman that no other man, not even his detested father, had been able to master. He wrapped his arms around Karen's sweaty body, leaned down and locked his lips on hers. They kissed frantically, wantonly, then Ray pulled his lips away, but kept his face right up to his mother's.

"You're loving this, aren't you," he panted as he nibbled on her neck. "You love having your son's hot cock fucking the hell out of you."

"Oh God, yes, yes, yessssss!" Karen cried in response. "C'mon, baby, be a mother fucker, Be MY mother fucker. Don't ever stop fucking me! I want you every way, always. You can have all of me, any time you want, just keep... on... fuuuucking ... meeee."

Even as Karen spit out her words, yet another orgasm exploded in her spasming cunt, and another one was right on the heels of it. Her mind was blown as she found herself in the land of multiple orgasms, a place she'd never been before. They just kept on exploding like a string of firecrackers that's been lit all at once.

At long last, Ray could feel the tingle in his balls that told him he was almost there. He couldn't believe the sensation of his mother's pussy as it gripped his cock with each climactic burst.. He pulled himself up on his knees, picked up Karen's ankles and bent her legs back as far as they could go, until her knees were pressed against her breasts, and let himself go. He fucked his mom with utter abandon, jackhammering her pussy harder and faster as he felt the tingle grow in his scrotum until he saw dark spots behind his eyes.

Ray gave a choking sound as he felt his balls suddenly contract, and then with a long groan, he emptied himself in the deepest reaches of Karen's twitching twat. He scalded her womb with seemingly-endless jets of white-hot cum and he slumped onto the backs of Karen's thighs as he continued to spit out bolts of semen, long after the initial rush had passed.

Karen, too, saw stars as her climax reached a crescendo and her nails dug little arcs into her son's back as she thrashed on the bed underneath him. Finally, their mutual orgasm began to ebb, and Ray let go of his mother's legs and slid off to the side, utterly drained. Mother and son wrapped themselves in each other's arms as a peaceful sleep began to descend on them.

Ray awoke from a pleasant dream lying on his side with a king-sized erection wedged between his mother's legs. Glancing over Karen's shoulder, he saw the time was a little after 4 a.m., and a bright shaft of moonlight shone through a gap in the curtain over the bedroom window and reflectied off her jet-black hair. He gazed in wonder at his mom's sleeping figure, listened to her soft, rhythmic breathing. He still had trouble believing that he was there, lying next to his sexy mom after a night of passionate lovemaking.

The very thought sent a spark through his body, and like it had a mind of its own, the head of his cock slid past the folds of her pussy. With a subtle flexing of his hips, he pushed his dick all the way in, emitting a soft groan as he entered. Karen's pussy was still wet and hot from earlier, and it readily accepted his throbbing-hard member. Instinctively, her hips humped back in acknowledgment as Ray slowly began to fuck his mother in the spoon position.

At first, Karen thought she was dreaming, but as Ray's thrusts became a little more insistent, she emerged groggily from her slumber, and groaned softly at the delightful feeling of a man - her man - fucking her once again. Ray's left hand was wrapped around Karen's side and he squeezed her left tit as he slowly fucked his cock back and forth in her soupy cunt. He buried his nose in his mother's hair and inhaled her essence, then licked the back of her neck and around to her ear, getting a welcoming squeal in response.

"Mmmmmmmmm, nice," Karen said sleepily. "This is the best way to wake up, with my hard man giving me his cock. Ummmmmmm."

"Oh Mom, I love you so much," Ray said with feeling. "You're sooo hot."

Just then, his cock slipped out of Karen's pussy and the head brushed up against her anal opening. Ray rubbed his cock across her asshole, and Karen purred wantonly as her arousal began to mount. Ray took advantage of the respite to climb up off the bed, onto his knees, and pulled Karen onto her stomach, then picked up her hips. Karen kept her face and breasts on the bed, but lifted her butt into the air to give her son easier access from behind. Ray took the hint and pushed his cock back into her, quickly establishing a steady fucking motion.

As he slowly, but steadily fucked his mother from behind, he couldn't help but notice her pink asshole winking up at him as if in invitation. Licking a finger, he rimmed the already-wet hole then pushed it in past the second knuckle. Karen growled wantonly as Ray began to slowly finger-fuck her ass in time with his thrusts in her pussy.

"Oh my," she gasped. "You really are a dirty little boy. You wanna fuck Mama's ass? Do you? I'll bet you didn't know that your Mama loves getting her ass fucked."

Ray just grunted and kept a steady pace in Karen's cunt. Without breaking their union, Karen reached over to the bedside table, opened the drawer and pulled out a tube of KY Jelly. She handed it to Ray and told him to, "get me all slicked up and open, then fuck my ass with everything you've got."

Ray always obeyed his mother, so he pulled his finger out of her backside, squeezed out a generous strip of lube onto a pair of fingers and rubbed them around the anal ring then slid one finger back in. He kept one hand on Karen's hip as he leisurely fucked her pussy and kept the other busy in her ass. Soon, the one finger was joined by a second and he spent several minutes briskly finger-fucking Karen's butt, as her moans of pleasure swelled. When he had three fingers moving back and forth in her ass, Ray knew she was just about ready.

"OK, Mom, you asked for it, here it comes," he said through clenched teeth. He pulled his hand out of Karen's ass, then pulled his cock from her dripping cunt. With the lubed hand, he jacked his cock several times, getting it all slick and shiny, while Karen reached back with both hands and spread her butt cheeks, which had the effect of opening her hole a little wider as if to give him a better target. Ray watched the lewd display for a minute or two, then pressed the head to her puckered opening and pushed slowly forward.

Karen released her butt and filled her hands with the sheet, and clenched her eyes shut as she felt the pressure on her ass. Suddenly, the head of Ray's cock broke through her tight ring and he slid slowly into her rectum. When he had about half of it in, Karen lunged backward and impaled herself the rest of the way on his rock-hard rod.

"Aaaaaarragh!" Karen wailed as she felt Ray's dick invade her ass. It had been awhile since she'd put one of her toys up her butt, and it took a few seconds for her rectum to get used to the intrusion. But she knew it wouldn't be long before she was experiencing pleasure extreme from the feeling of being filled in the ass.

Ray gasped as his mother's velvety rectum molded itself around his burning cock. He never could have imagined just how hot and tight a woman's ass could be, and he had to fight off the urge to explode just from the first contact of his cock with the most private part of her body.

He gripped Karen's hips as well as he could with his slippery hands and worked her asshole over his throbbing cock. He quickly established a steady pace pumping his dick like an oil derrick, sending hot flashes of pleasure up and down his mother's body.

Karen moaned and gasped as she wallowed in the feeling of having a live cock in her ass for the first time in many, many years. She had been introduced to anal sex early on, and it was one of her guilty pleasures.

"Ahhhhh, God, it... feels... sooooo... gooooood," Karen wailed. "I looooovvvve it sooooo much."

Ray reached underneach his mom's sweaty body and ran his hands lightly over her little titties, which jiggled lightly. Karen lifted her head and swished her long dark locks back, and felt the strands sticking to her skin. She reached under her straining body with a hand, found her obscenely-bloated clit and worked a finger furiously over the pulsing bud.

Mother and son humped in unison, in utter erotic abandon, giving themselves over to pleasure in a way they couldn't have imagined just a few hours earlier. The intensity of their coupling took their breath away as they strained toward another mutual explosion.

Karen's mind and body were wide awake now as she felt every nerve ending straining toward orgasmic relief. Ray, too, could feel it in his bones, at the base of his spine, where another huge load of cum was locked and loaded. Coos, cries, moans and groans - not to mention the steady squishing of Ray's cock pistoning back and forth in Karen's ass - filled the bedroom as the silver moon bathed them in a ghostly light.

Karen let her head drop onto her pillow, her eyes closed in reverie. She rubbed her nipples up and down on the crisp bed sheet, allowing the friction to send electric sparks of lust ripping through her body. Ray's head was like a bobble-head doll as he fought for control.

"Uh, uh, uh," he grunted. "I can't hold it back any longer, Mom. I'm... gonna... cummmmmmm!"

"Oh baby, go on, fuck my ass and fill me up," Karen panted. "C'mon big boy! Shoot your cum! Do it! Do it! Do it!"

And he did. With a few final deep thrusts, Ray felt the cum boil from his balls, race through his shaft and explode out the end of his cock, bathing his mother's bowels in hot semen. He felt like his entire insides were coming out the end of his dick as he completely let himself go.

Karen was right there with him, as her body was wracked by a megaton orgasm that shook her from head to toe. Cum cream covered her hand as she clawed at her pussy, trying to keep the sensations flowing as long as possible.

Ray just kept humping, even as they both slumped onto the bed, their bodies still twitching as their orgasms played themselves out. No words were necessary; they just fell asleep where they lay, exhausted, and Ray was already asleep before his wilted cock finally oozed from Karen's widespread asshole.

This time, it was Karen who woke up first, a little after 11 that Sunday morning. The summer sun was shining through the window, washing over the bed in bright light. The brightness of the day matched her mood as she looked over at the sleeping love of her life, the man - and he was a man now - she'd always kept in her heart as her No. 1.

But now Ray was not only her son, her baby, her only c***d, but her lover. She knew i****t was one of society's most fundamental taboos, one of the most egregious sins, and in many contexts, that view was warranted. She could never have lived with herself if she'd done this even two years earlier, when Ray was 17. Now, however, he was an adult in her eyes, and capable of making an intelligent decision about what he wanted to do and who he wanted to do it with.

She got up to use the bathroom, and when she was finished, she looked at herself in the full-length mirror behind the bathroom door. Her hair was a tangled mess, stringy with dried sweat. Her entire body was sticky, also with layers of dried sweat. Her entire crotch was sore and was still gooey with what was left of Ray's cum, and the insides of her thighs were caked with dried semen. Her breasts were pinkish from where they'd been groped, and her nipples were chafed from where she'd rubbed them vigorously on her sheet. She had a small hickey on her neck from where Ray had nipped at her in his passion. Her muscles ached from her exertions and she was still tired as could be.

Karen thought she'd never looked or felt better in her life.

Still wearing her stickiness, the filth of lovemaking, like a badge, she padded naked to the kitchen and made coffee. She was standing by the oven when she felt Ray's presence behind her, and he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her close. Karen breathed a sigh of contentment as she leaned back into his arms.

"I love you, Mom," Ray said.

"I love you, too, Ray-Ray," Karen replied, using the pet name she had for him when he was a small c***d.

"Any regrets?" he asked.

"None whatsoever," she answered. Then she turned around and kissed her son deeply, and she felt his cock stir yet again, starting to stiffen into her abdomen.

"My God," she said when they broke their kiss. "I can