***** The bedside lamp was turned on. After my orgasm had subsided, the reality of the situation hit my mom hard. “Oh god Danny what did you do? Oh god, Oh god!” she got up and panicked, almost hysterical.
“But Mom I couldn’t help it. You were snuggled up against me and it just happened.”
“Oh god, Oh god!”
“I’m sorry mom,” I said weakly, but a part of me wasn’t sorry at all.
“Listen Danny. No one can ever know about this. No one. If anyone found out—Oh I couldn’t even imagine!”
“Mom, I’m sorry. I won’t tell anyone. I was just… so horny for you.”
“Shh quiet. I’m going to go clean myself,” she said, rising and going into the bathroom.
I didn’t hear her close the bathroom door so I rose and went after her, just in time to see her stepping out of her panties and about to take her shirt off.
“Are you alright mom? I’m really sorry.” I said at the door.
She jumped at the sound of my voice. “Danny get out!”
“I just wanted to know if you’re okay.”
“God Danny, I’m fine.” She said, incredulous, a trace of anger in her tone now. “Would you please put that thing away.” By that she meant the semi-hard penis that was still dangling out of my boxers. I quickly adjusted myself and went out.
I paced around the room filled with my own thoughts and conflicting emotions. It was still only 2:30 am. After what felt like ages, mom came out at last. She must have done a lot of reflecting, for she appeared to have composed herself. I could barely look her in the eye when I tried to say something, but she simply ushered me back to bed. Despite myself, I had the impression she wasn’t wearing her panties—well, they were dirty of cum after all. When we were once again settled she spoke. “Danny, you can never tell anyone about this, do you understand?”
“Yeah mom, I won’t tell anyone.”
“What happens here has to stay here.”
“I understand.”
“No Danny, what happens here has to stay here,” she repeated, turning to look me straight in the face.
At first I was confused, and then she rested her hand on my chest and started to gently rub.
“Mom…?”
“Would you like to continue?”
It hit me almost too incredibly.
“You mean to say…?”
“Yes.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
Hearing her say that one word, with the unwavering look she was giving me, made my heart pound.
“I-I thought you were mad?”
“I was,” she said simply.
“Can we really…?”
“The damage has already been done. I see no reason why we shouldn’t make the best of it.”
I was unable to respond. My body went stiff. It was too good to be true. All the while mom kept tracing circles on my belly. I was old enough to know this touch was not maternal. From somewhere within me sprung the words:
“I want you.”
“I know.” She transfered the hand to my cheek. “But Danny, understand, this is just a one time thing, okay? Once we get back home, everything assumes their rightful order. I’ll still be your mother and you’ll still be my son, and we’ll never mention any of this, pretend it never happened. Okay sweetheart? Can you do that for me?”
“Okay.”
“And you musn’t, and I mean must not, under any circumstances tell anyone about this. I’m sure you know there will be consequences. I could go to jail, Danny. You don’t want that, do you?”