“So what, we just become some weird family with a dark fetish porn worthy secret?”
“Not necessarily. We don’t have to do anything the other doesn’t want to.”
“I guess not.”
“If this is as far as this ever goes, I’m fine with it. Really. I don’t want to jeopardize our relationship or make you feel awkward in any way. I can’t promise I won’t have thoughts, obviously. But I don’t want to do anything that would hurt you. We obviously can’t have some long-term romantic relationship where we run away to a foreign country and never tell anyone who we were when we met. I have a career and a mortgage on a house I don’t want to leave. You’re in college. Half the town knows we’re related. Plus, I’m way older than you. Your great love of your life is somewhere out there in your future, is my guess. And despite my disastrous attempts at mining the incredibly shallow dating field here in my age group and this small town, it’s always possible I may meet someone that will be the right match for me someday. We should never forsake that possibility because we’re so obsessed with each other. It’s not possible or practical.”
“So what? We pretend this didn’t happen? Or we have a clandestine tryst with each other until one of us calls it off?” I asked.
“Oh, it happened. I’m not ashamed of it, so I’m not going to play some weird game of pretend amnesia with you.” She moved a little in to my body, pressing her warm form into my side as she began toying her fingertips over my chest. “But what happens next is up in the air, and I’m certainly not going to push either way. Take your time and make your decision. But, in the interim, you should probably shower. Because you’re still a mess, and I’m really tempted to lick your cum off of you, and not to sound conceited, but if I start that we’re very likely to start fucking shortly afterward.”
I stared at her for a long, pregnant pause, perhaps too long. I pulled myself up, and started to move as my body was wracked with indecision. Mom looked up at me, her eyes filled with lust at first, which both turned me on and unsettled me. After a few moments, she looked down, then back up at me with concern and love. I breathed in deeply and found myself feeling the same mixture. We stared at each other as I put my other foot down on the floor. I felt rooted to the spot, wanting to go towards her but also scared. Finally, she closed her eyes, took a long breath, and seemed to make a decision.
“I’m sorry, but I have to do this,” she said, moving towards me on the bed. She stood up on her knees, balancing one hand on my shoulder. She stared up into my eyes for a few suspenseful moments as we both breathed heavily, and just as I was attempting to find any words, she flung herself at me, wrapping her arms under mine, around my back, one hand against my back and the other in my hair as she pulled me in for what was the most scorching, lustful, passionate kiss I’d ever had to date. Her tongue was snaking in my mouth, dancing against mine, and I was pulling her into me, crushing her against my chest as her tongue retreated and mine invaded her mouth. Her hands began to roam all up and down my back, and as I began to do likewise, she pulled me towards her. My weight keeled forward, and we went tumbling half on to the bed.