‘Sorry,’ he offered, but was struck with disbelief as Marie didn’t seem to notice. She ran a hand fleetingly over his abdomen, just above where the swollen outline of his cock began to tent.
‘I knew you’d make these look good,’ she said, almost infatuated. And when she ran her hand over again, closer, he no longer tried to stop her. The fabric was almost sheer. He could feel the sensation of her fingertips brushing against his cock and he was growing fast. And then just like that, she threw the covers back over him again to protect his modesty and she was lying back next to him, face to face, so close that they were almost breathing for each other.
Daring to, she kissed him quickly and lightly so that he could barely feel a thing; only know from what his eyes saw that she had, as she stared mischievously into his eyes. He kissed back in the same fashion and she kissed back and then he kissed back and again they were laughing into each other’s shoulders.
Then again Marie felt that familiar touch beneath the sheets. Caressing Rob’s face she pulled herself in closer and kissed him again, straight on the lips and with more conviction, as though some barrier had come down and none of her fears mattered anymore.
‘Jesus fucking Christ,’ he suddenly gasped. ‘I really wish you weren’t my mom.’
‘Aww,’ she cooed, ‘why?’
He wanted to laugh, but if he did, god only knew what the reaction would be when he said the next few words. Nonetheless he gushed. ‘I’ll scare you away if I say it. You’ll kick me out of the bed; out of your home; your life. You’ll never speak to me again…’
‘No, that’s not fair. How do you know?’ Marie asked, not so sudden to assume. ‘What is it? I’m intrigued as to this big, terrible, dark secret you’re suddenly holding back.’
Robert wasn’t so sure. ‘I don’t know… Look, I’m really fighting the urge, okay?’
‘What urge?’ she asked, and then maybe the unanswered hit her right in the bulls-eye, or maybe she took a wild guess because she was in the same frame of mind. ‘Like a boy urge? Are you uncomfortable with me here?’
‘No, in fact I’m probably too comfortable.’
‘Then just say it,’ she teased.
‘I shouldn’t.’
‘Why?’
‘Because you’re my mum,’ he urged.
‘And…’
‘I want to have sex with you…’
Marie had never experienced such shellshock before. The moment her son had gushed those words it was as if an invisible force had knocked the sense and the breath right out of her. Now her ears were ringing and she couldn’t find the words; only choke on the ones that he had said and to try to make sense of them before she suffocated.
‘I’m sorry,’ he kept saying, frightened out of his wits, and then, ‘I don’t know what came over me. I know I shouldn’t have said it, I-
‘It’s okay,’ Marie intervened, assuring him with a kiss on the forehead. ‘Don’t…’
‘Don’t what?’
‘Don’t be ashamed. I’m not. I get it,’ she affirmed. And then she took his hand and kissed the knuckle, savouring how soft his skin was. ‘I mean, I wasn’t expecting that, but…’
‘You’re my biological mother,’ Robert stressed. She hated to see everything come to this, to see him beat himself up in a panic. And whereas he didn’t show it physically, she could sense his anxiety deep within, gushing out on every breath; on every word. ‘It’s wrong, it’s stupid, how can you not be freaked out?’