Both of them seemed lost in concentration for a moment, but eventually Annie noticed the large, looming presence hovering nearby. She turned round and saw her son. Her wonderful, darling son.
“Oh Greggy, God, am I pleased to see you.” She said, standing up and practically bounding across the room. Her robe came momentarily loose, revealing a delicious amount of cleavage – it turns out she was naked under that robe – and she wrapped her arms around him.
“Hey Mom,” He replied, “What’s up? You’re acting like I’ve just got back from a two year rotation in Afghanistan.”
“Can’t I give my little boy a cuddle?”
Cuddle away, he thought to himself. His mother’s body was a spectacular sight; it felt pretty good too, pressed against his, her large breasts squashed flat on his chest.
“Where’s Dad and Kim?”
“In bed.” She answered. “Separately.”
“Well, duh.”
“How was your weekend, camping?”
“Great. A lot of fun.”
He imagined the moment, not quite twenty-four hours earlier, when he was lying on the bed in that shitty motel, with one blonde girl riding his cock, and another sat on his face. He hadn’t been able to see, what with the skinny white ass blocking his view, but he’d imagined the twin sisters had been making out furiously, as the three of them fucked. Yeah, that was a lot of fun.
His dick was rapidly hardening at the thought, and he tried to pull loose from his mother’s grip. But Annie clung on, if anything holding him tighter, her head resting on his shoulder, her hands stroking his back. If she felt his erection, she didn’t utter a word. In a way, Greg hoped she did feel it; he kind of got a kick out of the idea.
In the silence of this house, as two other people slept soundly in their beds, mother and son held each other. Something strange was brewing, but only one of them realised it. It’s as if their chemistry was being changed, their software was being reprogrammed. After she had witnessed her husband’s betrayal, after she had seen him cavorting with their daughter, Annie had found herself lost and alone.
Then Greg had phoned and they had spoken. In that moment, a seed had burrowed into her mind. Now, the first green shoots from that seed were growing rapidly. That old saying of her mother once more bubbled up into her consciousness.
What’s sauce for the goose…
She had known. She had always known. As she drove out of that diner car park, she knew what she was going to do. It was crystal clear. Obvious. But she had been unable to voice it to herself, unable to admit it. Well, now, for the first time, she was prepared to be explicit. Honest and truthful.
I want him.
I’ll have him.
My husband is fucking our daughter.
So I will fuck our son.
For the last thirty-six hours, Annie had been in turmoil. But, with this decision made, she suddenly felt an almost preternatural calm descend upon her. All doubts, all concerns, vanished into the night. It seemed so obvious, she was amazed she hadn’t thought of it before. From that moment she had seen him masturbating in the shower – hell, long before that – she had wanted him. Her mind hadn’t computed that fact, but her body knew.
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