One month later, her moral resolve had all but evaporated. She was constantly horny, and while her fingers kept her sanity at bay, they were no proxy for her son’s endowment. Worse, Doug’s insistence on frequent mating in order to respect the terms of “the Reunion” actually poured gasoline on the firestorm of lust threatening to consume their marriage.
Doug rolled with her, pressing his chest into her back, wrapping his arm around her.
“I mean it. I’d do anything to see you happy, baby.”
Kristen’s mind disagreed on how to respond. One part of her was moved by her spouse’s sincere attestation of devotion. The rest of her wanted to tell him the truth: she could only be happy if he’d let her and Garrett be.
She sighed, weary from the internal conflict, and tried to be as honest as possible, “Thank you, love. Right now, the only thing I’m worried about is seeing Garrett through college.”
“Of course! Silly girl – you know you don’t have to ask that of me.”
“I’m serious.”
His wife’s tone indicated that she was in no playing mood. Following another tenet of the “Reunion”, he decided to end the conversation gently before it devolved into a fight.
He kissed her on the cheek, “Good night, love.”
“Goodnight…” Kristen muttered, her eyes gazing into the darkness long after Doug’s faint snores permeated the room. Her fingers began rubbing her clit as she closed her tear-filled eyes, trying to imagine anything but the object of her desire. She was unsuccessful.
The next morning, her tired eyes stared into the sizzling pan of sausage and eggs, distracted by the bubbling oil. The familiar sight, smell, and sound lulled her into a state of dreamlike memory.
Suddenly, she felt her son’s powerful arms encircle her. His warm lips lay gentle caresses of love on the nape of her neck. His fingers stroked the slight rounding of her stomach and the swell of her breasts. His egregious morning-wood stabbed her between her abundant buttocks with lubricious intent.
“Mmm… good morning, mom.”
Although her womb burned thirstily and her labia were sodden with need, she played the part of the reluctant lover.
“Babyyy… your father’s gonna be down here soon.”
His fingers dipped between her legs, effecting a gasp of shocked pleasure from her lips.
“We’ll hear him. We have lots of practice.”
“Garrettttt… ohhhh…”
“And then, after he’s gone, I’m gonna make you ride me while I eat breakfast.”
“But you’ll miss the busss,” she whined.
“Aw, mom. You can’t give me a ride to school? I promise it’ll be an entertaining driiive,” he pouted teasingly as he lightly squeezed on the lips around her clit.
“Yesssssssssss,” she hissed, familiar with all the wonderful possibilities of a drive with her son.
“Kristen?”
Her son never called her by name. Her trance was broken – and she returned to the cold kitchen.
She turned around to find her husband in his work clothes.
“I think it’s past well-done,” he joked, gesturing to the pan.
“Shit! Sorry…” she murmured, sliding the slightly burnt contents of the pan onto the plate.