This is my longest story to date, written exclusively for Literotica. There's a lot of build-up in case anyone's hoping to knock out a one page wonder. I researched all over the internet on the subject of Genetic Sexual Attraction, but don't expect 100% realism. This is a work of fantasy fiction and all characters are of the age and mind of consent. Enjoy! ***** 1 Marie Redgrave was nineteen years old when she gave birth to her one and only. Now thirty eight, she was as content as she believed she would ever be, alone and happy in the apartment she had called home for over a decade and with a job she actually enjoyed. But for some, the definition of contentment bore little gravity over the reality. When a lifetime is spent overcoming terrible mistakes and personal tragedy, just the idea of coming out the other side to relative stability qualified. Over the years she came to believe that the way things happened was for the best. It was eighteen years ago that she had escaped her abusive boyfriend. Her baby Robert, she instinctively felt, even while he was long for the outside world, was better off adopted. She had barely been able to protect him in the womb. That put all manner of insecurities on her mind, to become deep rooted so quickly. Kenny had shown no desire to change as the baby bump grew. He still drank all day every day, by any means necessary such as their welfare, and had never any intention of working. He showed her no more affection than what already came from the back of his hand. She put him up for adoption and the rest was history; long, bitter, painful and drawn out. She escaped some years later, realising what he had cost her, all that she had compromised just to remain on the leash of a failure who cared for nothing but where the next bottle of booze came from. She had wasted her youth on that bastard, and turned her back on the most important part of her life, and for what? That train had long ago rolled out of town. Her bed was made. The only thing she could do was to move on and try to pick up the pieces and to put it all behind her. And with those pieces, life became about the little things and what she was happy to settle for. So many years had gone by that she doubted she'd ever be able to find her way to Robert, let alone to somehow be a part of his life. It seemed unnatural to her, the way some people sauntered into their children's lives after so many years, expecting everything to work out. It just didn't work the way some believed it should. She was very aware of the differences between ideal and reality. Maybe someday the boy would come looking, but her heart had grown not to expect it. There would be less disappointment with zero expectation. So as she had done time and time again over the course of her life, she moved on and lived for herself... 2 It was a Saturday morning when, out of the blue, Marie was checking her emails and then her Facebook messages when she found a Rob Hanson in her inbox. At the time she thought nothing of it until she actually read it. Marie was well proportioned and fit but with natural curves at 5'3" and 110lbs. Though her profile picture didn't hint so much at that, her dazzling blue eyed smile and long curly red hair drew plenty of attention from strangers. The only reason she didn't delete before reading was that she found this Rob Hanson attractive enough to steal her attention. It had been a long time since anybody had caught her eye. 'Okay handsome Hanson,' she muttered apprehensively, 'what have you got to say for yourself?' "Hi, sorry if this shocks you but I'm looking for my mum. I was adopted at birth and never knew her. You share the same name..." Marie didn't know how to feel. After so many years of feeling there were no more surprises left to catch her off guard, she never truly believed this moment would happen. Even if she imagined the many different ways it would happen, and those first words spoken, there was no preparation for it. For hours she couldn't reply. Her heart remained in her throat all morning. She was a nervous wreck. Her mind was neither here nor there. 'It is him, it is. It has to be. How many Roberts do you think were born to any old Marie Redgrave?' she debated with herself. Then she battled to keep a cool head, going back to the computer to finally respond to him. I gave birth to a baby boy nineteen years ago and put him up for adoption. Can you tell me more about yourself? What hospital were you born in? What city? The wait was maddening, her nerves shot. Marie waited and waited for a reply. Then to see that he had read her message and that he was in the process of sending his own reply, her heart fluttered, and her abdomen knotted up with anticipation. When Marie's son found her that day, she didn't cry like she always thought she might have. It was just the second most surreal day of her life since giving birth to him, knowing that he wouldn't be hers but somebody else's son. 'That's that, then,' she said to herself in the deafening quiet of her apartment. 3 For months they spoke back and forth. They were as inseparable as relative strangers could be through the power of the internet. That's where she laid out her undying remorse for him, and her life story ever since. 'I don't want you to feel bad about it. I bet you'd have been a great mom but I understand. You just need to know that I've had a good life, he told her and then, don't let it pull you back, mum.' "Don't let it pull you back..." He was so mature for his age. Marie wished there and then that she had exercised more care and maturity at that age. Now what was she doing? She was trying to make up for lost youth by living like a widow. And Rob was right. She had let it pull her back her entire life. And he had called her mum. They had talked about Rob's adoptive parents a few times. Marie found it fascinating to know what kind of woman replaced her as his mother and couldn't help but feel something like jealousy. She'd have been so proud for her baby to call her mom and for it to mean something. But she hadn't mothered him. She hadn't raised him. She couldn't claim that title any more than as a term of affection. 'You know, Robert,' she told him over the phone when they summoned up the courage to take their relationship to the next level, 'I think if you're going to keep calling me mum, you should probably come pay me a visit so I can at least earn the title.' 'Yeah that'd be great,' he said without hesitation and she could hear it in his voice that he wasn't just saying it to make her feel better. 'You could stay for the weekend, how about that?' She couldn't wait. Rob couldn't either. The night before the long train journey cross country, he left a text message on her phone. Marie herself couldn't sleep, so it became a short conversation of sorts. 'I'm excited about tomorrow. I can't wait to take this beautiful lady in my arms,' he said and decorated the message in a series of X's and O's. 'This old girl,' Marie replied, 'is looking forward to that, and big fat kisses for you,' also festooned with symbols of affection. 'Big fat kisses for everyone LOL snog my face off by all means. I'm so happy I found you!' She thought nothing of it. So you don't invite your mother to snog your face off, but Marie wasn't in that frame of mind. She hadn't actually been his mother since day one and she didn't see the harm. If Rob was as charming a gentleman in reality as he was online and over the phone, she could at least rest in the knowledge that the most regrettable decision of her life bore sweeter fruit than the past two decades. Something was changing inside of her and she was fine with it. This young man who called her mum (she still called him baby) was too good to be hers and yet he wanted to be. They were more than blood, they spoke like old friends and yet they set the house on fire like the best of new... Acquaintances-that was too formal. Companions-that was too lived in. Family didn't fit the bill, but there was a closeness she couldn't explain in words. God, I do love him, she thought with a contented smile, and she told him so before bidding him goodnight. And as she rolled over in her bed, snuggling deep into the pillow with a pleasant sigh, one more message came through. 'Yes to snogs!' Oddly she didn't see the harm in knowing, off the cuff, that she would willingly let him. She wanted him to, that beautiful boy. 4 Friday evening she was waiting for him outside the train station. At first her heart stopped. Her long lost love, the son that couldn't be, stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the little lady's dazzling eyes and red hair, which appeared aflame with the late summer sun. All six foot of him, with his shorn black hair and subtle five o'clock shadow, rugged and beautiful-even when she couldn't control her widening smile, Marie was frozen to the spot. 'Hey,' she said shyly as he approached on confident feet. Without stopping he picked her up and spun her around, planting a kiss just between the corner of her lips and her cheek. She yelped, laughing all the while and waited to be set down before getting a real eyeful of her long lost boy. 'You look beautiful.' 'Look who's talking,' he laughed. They gazed into each other's eyes for some time before Rob took the initiative further. 'So what do I call you, my mum away from mum?' She chuckled, shrugged, didn't know what to think. She was acting more like a cheerleader than anything that a mother might resemble, other than considerably older. 'I don't know, if you like. But feel free to just call me Marie if it feels right.' 'Okay...' 'So here's the deal,' Marie said, showing him around the apartment. 'The couch is pretty decent for sleeping, but we can take turns, unless you're not uncomfortable sharing? I won't object. We'll probably end up talking all night anyway; all the catching up.' She had shown him everything-bedroom, bathroom, kitchen and living room. It wasn't big but there was plenty of breathing space. All that Rob could really process, after just twenty minutes meeting his biological mother up close and personal, was how enchanted he was with her. He couldn't help it. There was something about this woman. Marie was thirty eight now but she had a youth about her-be it her personality or her soul-that made them kindred. She could have been his babysitter when he was twelve, or his adoptive cousin, who wasn't even ten years older than he was. 'I'm okay with whatever,' he smiled. The air between them intensified then. They hugged again, another tight and soundless hug that lasted forever. Together they stood laughing in each other's arms and yet neither was aware of what the other knew for sure. That intensity hadn't gone away in the slightest. They had dinner, washing it down with enough coffee to wire a zoo full of monkeys. Not that they needed it, although their day had been tiring. The air between them crackled and roared. It was a party for two and if the house were on fire they'd have only escaped to return with marshmallows. Marie had lived alone for so long that Rob filled her quiet world with so much joy and laughter and yet the boy had always seemed so quiet and introspective elsewhere. It was as if they brought each other to life. By one that morning, they were still at it. The conversation gradually turned to relationships, girlfriends and boyfriends. Anybody who didn't know their story wouldn't have known from listening that they were mother and son. Marie and Rob didn't have those boundaries and so it felt good to be able to talk about their frustrations. 'So is there a lucky lady in your life?' she pried. 'I haven't been with anyone in almost two years,' he admitted freely. He was perfectly happy with that, so it seemed. 'That's a long time for such a handsome young man. What kind of girls do you like?' He blushed. It seemed so unfitting of his rugged appearance. She found that adorable and couldn't help but smile sideways as she gazed at him, head resting in the palm of her hand. 'I like redheads actually.' 'Oh wow, there's hope for me yet.' 'Redheads with lots of freckles and big blue eyes, big boobs...' Marie looked down her own v-neck top and straight back at Rob. She wasn't sure whether he was saying what he saw or if this was half the reason for their natural magnetism. 'Rob's mom has got it goin' on, eh?' she teased. 'You're a painfully good looking man. I bet you have no trouble. And there are plenty redheads by that description in this part of the world. Why the wait?' 'I just,' he paused, 'I never felt a connection. Girls my age are just so shallow. They expect the world, they seem so immature and-I don't know-the last few times...' 'I thought teenagers were all about the sex,' Marie reflected. 'Sex and music and getting drunk...' 'It's different now,' he said struggling, 'you don't know what part of your private life isn't all over Facebook. I don't want that. I want to just be myself without having to act up to some social expectation or other!' 'Yeah,' Marie looked back. She hated to think about it so recklessly then, and without parental filters, but what a woman like herself wouldn't do for a strong young virile man to make up for lost time. She took his hand in hers while he was processing what he had said to her and gazed lovingly into his eyes. 'I think it's time for bed. Have you decided? Couch, bed or share...' 'I'll take the couch, don't worry.' She wanted to ask him something. When he went to get up and away from the table, Marie held onto his hand and pleaded with his eyes with a badly practiced smile. 'Completely up to you,' she started. 'But...' 'I was thinking,' she paused, 'I never got to hold my baby.' Rob understood. The smile he offered back melted her heart. 'It wouldn't be weird, would it?' she asked. 'No, I'd actually like that,' he affirmed. She wrapped her arms around him, snuggled up from behind, and as her long lost son drifted off to sleep in the arms of his stray mother, their fingers entwined and she kissed his shoulder, enraptured by how good it felt to have him here, so intimately close. And alone finally that night, her heart pounded at her breast, pressed softly to his back. She wrestled with her overwhelmingly strong love for him, as though she really had known him her whole life, and also as the thing she had spent her life yearning for. She did not think such strong feelings would become so mutual, let alone so quickly. He was not just the son she gave to a better life. He had become the man of her dreams. Nobody on earth made her feel this way! 5 Sunlight filtered through the vertical blinds and a soft breeze caressed her gently awake. Content she lay in the arms of her little man, who was so much bigger than her. She felt safe and loved and happy, for the first time. She opened her eyes to be greeted with her son facing her, still sound asleep, and soaked in his beauty. Face to face, their breaths collided, tickling her nose. Marie regarded him wondrously, amazed that she had created him. And recalling the previous evening, it was remarkable how alike they were in personality, despite having been separated at birth. Careful not to wake him, she kissed his forehead ever so slightly and smoothed his brow with the softer back of her hand. He opened his eyes, taking moments to focus, before looking right back at her with a grateful smile. 'Hi, honey,' she greeted. 'Did you sleep well?' Rob nodded. 'How long have you been awake?' Mischief glimmered in her eyes as Marie thought what came next. 'Long enough to fall in love with that gorgeous sleeping face,' she giggled and began planting big wet kisses all over him. 'That's for not giving me the snogs you promised.' Rob rolled away onto his back, his face scrunched up into a sleepy grin as she followed him with more of those big wet kisses. Laughing, she rolled over with him, attacking his face with her harmlessly soft lips, planting one after the other on his nose, his cheeks, the sides of his mouth. Then she landed one right on his lips with a, 'hmmmmm-MWAH!' It didn't matter that she could now sense his erection tenting his boxer briefs. So that happened to teenage boys. She felt no fear. It was harmless. Wasn't it? Her naked thigh brushed against him. She too was wearing clingy briefs and a tank top. Nothing was about to accidentally ride up but it didn't stop the feeling of being essentially skin-on-skin together, in the same bed. Lovingly, she cuddled him close and rolled him back onto his side, so they were face to face again and in each others' arms. 'I can tell you're mine,' Rob said coyly. 'I know where the weird comes from now.' She stroked his cheek. 'Are you happy?' 'I am. Are you?' he returned. She nodded in all certainty. 'Thank you for being here. I do love you.' 'I love you too,' he replied and smooched her. Then that kiss became something else. Their hands on each other became something else. And in Robert's eyes lay a question that maybe asked "how far is okay?" That time she broke it off sooner and suggested breakfast. 6 'No mother kisses her son that way. No mother rolls around in bed like that with her son. His cock was hard as a tree trunk. You were getting wet off it. You didn't want that last kiss to end. You wanted to reach into his boxers and grab hold and you wanted him to...' Marie silenced her thoughts the best she could, soaping her dripping wet body beneath the showerhead. For most of those fifteen minutes her eyes remained closed and she did her best not to touch herself where she had undeniably awoken her younger urges, but all became lost in a blur of teasing and remembering what it was like to be wanted again. Flashing before her eyes, his face drew nearer, time and time again, his lips touching hers. And in her mind, those lips didn't just press up against her wetly and stay there so much as they worked hers open as his tongue sought hers. He's sleeping on the couch tonight, she lied to herself. That afternoon they caught a train into the town centre and adventured along the shopping precinct, arm in arm. They still had so much to learn about each other. Shopping was a great way to learn, seeing as Marie was pretty sure she was going to be surprising him every birthday and Christmas from then on. All afternoon she tried to buy him things, but he wouldn't let her. Sheepishly, he worried that she didn't have the money to give away, even if she wanted to, but in the end, she insisted on something. 'Oh these would look great on you,' Marie said in the men's clothing section of the local TK Maxx. She was holding up a pack of boxer shorts. The display cover suggested that they were very clingy and thin. The underwear model's junk was barely leaving anything to the imagination. Rob took a shine to them, which pleased her very much. 'They do look snug.' 'My treat, please,' she begged, to which he accepted. Then she gushed, 'you'll have to show me these later, they'll look great on you.' He didn't have any idea she was thinking about how big his junk felt mashed up against her earlier that day, in bed. Early that evening they went to Chinatown for a meal. Marie was in seventh heaven, being able to treat her son like a mother wanted to. The fact that he didn't look like her son, but more like the best date on the planet, brought new energy to her. Dinner was playful and immature as they joked and shared stories on past dating disasters. They toasted to the best date either of them ever had, and with that they knocked back a few more drinks until it was time to head back. 'I had a great time,' Rob thanked and kissed her on the cheek as they sat on the train back home. 'Thank you for being such a gentleman,' Marie complimented and returned the kiss, then, 'do you still want that drink?' 'I think I might have had enough,' he confessed. Marie agreed. So had she. 'So what shall we do?' 'Let's just relax,' Rob suggested. 'Great idea,' she said, then kissed the back of his hand. She sighed. Another perfect day... 7 That night they settled into the couch to watch a movie. Both had dressed down to sweatpants and a t-shirt being that the weather was pretty warm. Marie and Rob had chosen the movie from her collection, a serial killer thriller by the name of Summer of Sam. It was a long movie but with just enough to keep them paying attention, but before long, it was mum's turn to play little spoon. They lay pressed together, again, fingers entwined. Without knowing it, Marie had taken her son's hand and rested it at the underside of her breast, mashing it there and holding it down. Rob marvelled at how he could feel her heartbeat and how strong it was and wondered if it beat so hard for him. Halfway through, Marie rolled onto her back, leaving them face to face. Her smile was so beautiful to him, with the depth of a bottomless ocean. 'Are you okay?' he asked. She nodded surely but her eyes begged a question. 'I was just thinking about things,' she tested. 'Like what?' 'Like about how you got a handful of my boob!' She looked down and laughed when he came to his senses and pulled away. Instinctively he replaced it at her hip, resting on the prominent bone. She had great hips, he noticed. 'Sorry.' 'No, I was thinking how it's funny that I know you're my son, but it feels like we're something else. Do you know what I mean? 'Like we're more than that?' he asked. He felt it too. 'Yes!' she exclaimed. 'I've been trying to get my head around it. Somebody else is your mother. Your mother, the woman who raised you, will always be your mother. But you're mine!' 'I like that,' Rob said gazing. She gazed back. The lights were out, only the light and colour of the TV screen lit them up. Occasionally Marie's eyes would change colour and her face would change shape. She was becoming younger to him, especially in her profound innocence. He was hypnotised by her evermore. 'I like you,' she countered. 'I thought about it too,' Rob then confessed. 'Oh okay,' Marie trailed off anxiously. 'What?' 'Kissing you!' 'I got a bit carried away, didn't I?' she said, inwardly chastising herself. 'I didn't stop you. I wanted it. I wanted more. Is that weird?' She was about to nod, not wanting to, hoping that he'd just shut up and kiss her again. 'Of course it's weird,' her son continued. 'You're my mum. Why do I feel that way about you?' Their eyes never left each other. Eternity passed. Love and doubt clouded his eyes. That frightened her. Had she ruined her relationship with her lost son the moment she had truly found him? What were these feelings and where did they come from? She was as lost as he was. They were both strays, left behind out of life's cruel circumstances, then bound together by a lifetime of yearning. What they felt for each other was unnatural in the eyes of society but so natural for warm blooded flesh. These two souls had searched the nether all their lives without knowing it. Their hands met, fingers entwining instinctively once again. 'It's a different kind of loneliness, I guess, you having wondered who I was for so long and me having lived with the prospect of never having known you,' she finally grasped. Their hands clasped together then. Marie's heart all but exploded. Her breathing was suddenly playing on his ears, shallow and somewhat trepid. Then she just smiled and it was beautiful, soothing and proud all at once. 'Does that explain where we are, though?' he asked. 'Maybe, maybe not, but I don't feel that it matters. What do you feel?' 'I feel lost and found all at once,' Rob said after some thought. 'That to me is love!' 'I don't know,' he shrugged. 'Well, I do know but should I feel this way about you particularly?' 'Why shouldn't you?' 'Oh I don't know,' he gave in. 'It's too difficult to fight. Who cares?' She smiled at that, uncontrollably. The whites of her teeth unbound by her modesty, Marie Redgrave looked like a teenager to her son. And here they were, snuggled on a couch in front of a forgotten movie, talking about love. 'No, you can't fight love, or you'll just fall harder and hurt yourself,' she remarked and then her smile faded into something more careful and sober. A guttural sigh escaped her lips, her chest heaving momentously. She squeezed his hand and refused to let go. 'But what about attraction? Love is one thing...' 'I honestly don't know. Are you saying you're attracted to me?' Marie asked and patiently listened. 'It's impossible not to be,' Robert boldly stated. 'No it's not. But if you are, then...' She shrugged. What? Then what? 'Thank you.' 8 Again she wore her briefs and a light t-shirt for sleep. She didn't often wear clothes to bed at all, only on the colder nights. So she spent some time looking at herself in the mirror to make sure she wasn't dressed inappropriately; just adorable enough to be cuddled. And then she found herself gazing a little too long, touching one cheek with the soft flat of her hand and thinking of him. After brushing her teeth, Marie turned off the apartment lights and headed for bed where Rob sat topless by the bedside table lamp. The duvet was up over his waist and there he sat with his mind plugged into his Twitter account. It allowed her to soak in the view. Rob had a pretty impressive torso, not too built, but not at all skinny either. When Marie motioned to flip back the cover, she paused for caution. 'You're not butt-naked under there are you?' she asked, making sure. He laughed and placed the phone on the bedside table, shaking his head as he watched her crawl in. 'I'm just really warm after lying on the couch,' he explained. 'So I lost the t-shirt. 'Oh I'm not complaining. Come here and snuggle your mom, you hunk!' They met face to face, pressed together and entwined in each other's arms. At first Marie snaked her head around to rest her cheek against his, mumbling a contented sigh as she gave in to the bliss of feeling his warm flesh against hers again. For a while they held each other. He smelled the scent of her hair and the shampoo she used-something that smelled of sherbet and oranges, he guessed. And she could smell the heat of his skin, like burnt ozone. It filled her nostrils and then her lungs deeply until she realised that she was breathing so heavily and pulled away. And that was when that same loving gaze between them returned and turned her mind to mush. She lay with her head on the pillow and watched contently as he looked back at her. All the while his hands still held onto her hips and beneath the cover they played footsy, tickling each other. Daringly, Marie ran her nails down his chest, along his breastbone and down to his abs. 'Oh that's right,' she chuckled as he shied away, 'I forgot, you're ticklish.' She moved back in, grabbing playfully for his sides. Rob laughed helplessly, unable to defend himself, or so it seemed. When she was in close, literally smooshed into him, he reached around with both hands and grabbed two handfuls of her butt. Marie's eyes widened then, stricken with comedic panic. 'I wonder who I get it from,' Rob said and tickled back, moving his teasing fingers up to her ribs. She became putty in his hands. And pulled in so close, the only place her hands could go, they went to. Her hands cupped his muscular buttocks firmly, only to notice that the fabric of his underwear was so thin and snug that it seemed not to be there at all. The smoothness of it against the flesh of her palms and fingertips sent a strange shock through her, resulting in an awkward silence. 'Can I help you with something?' Rob joked. 'Oh, are these your new shorts? Let me see you in them,' Marie said excitedly, trying to avoid the need to cringe at herself. Rob was suddenly nervous and a little more than apprehensive. 'No,' he urged, 'wait, that's...' 'They literally feel like nothing,' she noted, flicking back the duvet. She just had to see. And then she was faced with her son's snugly encased hips, crotch and thighs, the contours beneath the thin stretchy fabric clearly outlined and leaving little to nothing to the imagination; especially since he was now semi erect if not a little more. And he was big. 'Oh,' Marie gasped. He was really big. '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?' 'Because I feel the same,' Marie muttered, her lips barely daring to part. And when she said it, she could just about believe that she had, and that she wasn't imagining any of this. She was so overtaken by her own feelings for her biological son now that her body lay prone like a dead weight, crushed by the weight of fear, excitement and that awkward, static air around them. He did a double take. He looked away and then snapped his neck back in her direction. 'What?' he asked and she was now building up inside to something so frightening. 'I'd love to have sex with you!' Michael gasped. His mouth dropped wide open, his eyes unblinking. 'Would you like to?' she asked. 'Like, right now?' Her eyes on him, her beautiful eyes, inside Robert reeled and beneath the covers he tented solidly and this was going to happen, big mistake or not. 'Yes,' he whispered, shaken to the core. 9 Marie propped herself up on her pillows, not saying another word. Robert's eyes were on her like motion sensors. For every tiny movement, from her own eyes and her silent pouting lips, to the rapid rise and fall of her chest, he was drinking all of her in. And then she reached for the bottom of her top, peeling it upward over the slight curve of her belly, taking note of the shit of his attention to every exposed inch of flesh, until the underside of her milky white breasts came into view. Marie smiled, not uncertain of the teasing action itself, but of his clear adoration and awe, suddenly leaping off the scale when she went all-out and lifted the exposed garment over her head and shaking her hair free. Then she lay back down again, looked at him and curled her finger towards herself to beckon him. 'First let's try that kiss again,' she whispered. 'Would you like to kiss me again?' 'I'd love to,' he replied weakly, his own chest now heaving, flushing, his shoulders rising. 'Come here,' she invited, pulling him into her and feeling his bare chest settle against her soft breast. And then their lips touched in a light, tender kiss. And that was followed by more of them as they tested the warm calm waters, for the welcome threat of rocky waves. 'Mmmhhh!' That sound, an unspoken word shared between two hungry mouths, sounded again and again; broken only for air when they became breathless. Soon they were exploring each other with lips and tongues and playful fingers and short, sweet observations of youth and beauty were shared. 'I wanted this the first time,' she confided in him as he broke their kiss to play with her breasts and to suckle on their pretty pink nipples. 'I thought I was a monster for wanting that.' 'Me too...' 'Am I a monster?' she begged, gasping at the sharp, fresh, tickling tingles of his playful nibbles and the cooling of the air against his trails of saliva. 'No mum, you're too beautiful...' 'Then what am I? What are we?' The air was silent again, the wetness of his kissing, licking and suckling ended and the butterflies in her tummy so far unsung. 'We're strays,' he said with quiet confidence. 'Lost and found!' She rolled on top of Robert with a giggle, nodding in agreement, and taking him down into the pillows, balancing herself atop him like a little bird settling into its nest. The covers come away, she tore them to the floor frantically as he played with her breasts again and made love to her exposed throat with his mouth. Her shorts were soaked through at the crotch. She could feel herself burning with fever inside, forcing all of her arousal outwards like water seeping away from fire. 'It's been a very long time for me, so I need to be in control right now, okay?' He nodded his understanding, and his approval. Here was the epitome of the woman of his dreams. And now it was beginning to make sense. She always had been, even though she was his own biological mother. Robert had longed for her all his life, all of his childhood and his further formative years, and before he even knew her or what she looked like, she was the girl he wanted to be with; the spark that caused his desire to catch fire. Now his mother was grinding her sex along the solid length of his cock, separated only by their dampening underwear, and he was already fighting not to explode. Such a sexy, confident smile looked down on him with a love that could never come from a woman unrelated. And when she sat back hard on him and gasped, she invited him to see what was causing all the fuss. Robert followed her eyes down, past her gyrating hips, down between her thighs, where her camel toe was showing through so absurdly, drenched in her own juices, pulling the thin fabric deeper into the rut as she rode the outline of his erection; which was now so visible through the soaked fabric of his boxers. 'Are you sure we should do this?' she whimpered uncertainly. 'I'll never make you do anything you don't think you should,' he promised. 'But do you want to?' she urged. 'Yes,' he gushed. 'I'm still your mother,' as she pulled the crotch of her panties to one side. 'I know,' as she released his solid length; so impressive and standing proud. She took him in her hand, and that hand seemed so small and dainty all of a sudden. 'Oh Jesus...' 'And once you're back inside me,' as she positioned herself just over the tip and rubbed it deeply along the slickened crease between her labia, 'we won't be together the way motherhood intended...' 'Oh God, mum, what then?' Robert begged. 'I don't know what it means!' Silence again. Marie floated there, holding him still beneath her and slipping tentatively into her pussy. She was dripping wet. Her hand was soaked. Her son's largeness was slippery. She couldn't hold him down except for one way. The doubt in her eyes doubled, anxiety bottomed out deep inside and that lust she felt, on top of the incredible love she couldn't deny, forced her down onto him ever so slowly. 'I guess I won't know until I find out,' she finally said, frozen stiff and becoming impaled on him. In slow motion, Robert's hard cock sunk inch by inch into his mother's gentle, nurturing sex. A duet of breathless gasps filled the air as she took him all the way and joined with him completely. Just as she had when Marie rubbed herself up and down his length, she began to wiggle and rock her hips so gently, snuggling up to him internally and adjusting to his size and shape. Robert was already lost in bliss, and lost in her eyes. She herself was battling with the full immensity of what this was. Incest! Taboo! The ultimate forbidden! The final barrier between a mother and her son! 'Oh god, mum...' She flinched. 'Sorry, do you prefer...' 'Why pretend,' Marie supposed, now getting used to him and losing herself in the sensation of his hardness and her softness yielding to each other. Every time she sunk down onto him, he returned through the circle of life to kiss the lips of the womb that made him. And every time she retracted, his strong, defined glans acted like a plunger and literally sucked the warm, salty waters of lust from her very soul. And then she was riding him like they were escaping some terrifying beast out of the woods and into the light, only that light was her first orgasm by sex in so long that she forgot how sexual a creature she had once been. Marie howled, whimpered, sobbed and held onto her son as she pounded her hips down into his. Already the sweat was rolling off her back and between her breasts and Robert was in heaven at the sight of her, ravaging him like they were long lost lovers. 'Roll me over and have me,' she whispered directly into his ear after meeting him in a breathless panting kiss, and when he did, still inside her, they continued to make out playfully in a warm embrace. 'The floodgates are open...' Robert chuckled gyrating his own hips as he invaded her teasingly and sunk in effortlessly. She groaned, her eyes rolling back into her head. 'I can feel it.' 'I want to see it,' she urged. 'I want to watch you; us sliding together.' She lifted her legs up. Then in a shameless show of flexibility, Marie held her knees back to give him complete unrestricted access. And now she could watch as his glimmering, soaking cock pistoned lovingly, erotically - absurdly - deeply in and out of her. 'Oh that's...' 'Do you know how good this feels to me?' Robert wondered out loud. 'I'm so fucking turned on by that...' 'The feeling's mutual from me to you,' he replied and leaned in to let their tongues play before sucking on hers and fucking her faster. Marie's pussy was so wet by now she was squelching, sloshing, with every repetition of that sweet long glide home. She couldn't help but let go, to surrender to it, and she knew that before long she would be coming like a geyser, ready for the rapture and every other hell that their incestuous coupling was worth. Robert pulled out suddenly, leaving her empty and cooling. Frantically he lifted himself up to remove his boxers, almost tearing them off in the process. And before she could say anything, hers came off next. Rejoining again with his mother, Marie wrapped her legs around Robert's hips, locking her feet together at the small of his back, and encouraged him to fuck her deep and hard. Eyes locked together, the intensity doubled, tripled, quadrupled. Their hot, sticky bodies gluing together at the waist, she could tell he was close in his ragged breathing and tense, jerky movements. Not wanting him to come inside her - not this time - Marie rode with the flow, easing the pressure off Robert while holding him steady between her thighs. She hadn't even counted her own orgasms to this point. From the start she had felt nothing but a rapturous pleasure that refused to die and her moaning hadn't stopped but to try to catch her own ragged breath and to talk her son through his rites of passage back to where he started. But now her voice was rising in a series of "Aahhh'"s, calling to whatever God could smile down on this delirious act. She wanted him, he her. Between what consenting adults could this have been wrong? She didn't feel an ounce of wrong, not a shred of guilt or remorse. Filling her up, ever drawing out her soul-deep desire and bringing her to ecstasy, Robert now began to call back to her and then, 'mom, I'm coming...' Panic suddenly gripped Marie, who could only mouth the words "pull out" beneath her cries, her mouth and eyes wide in the oncoming lights of their beautiful catastrophe, and they were speeding together without relent. The mother of all orgasms froze her in place. Like a beast Robert roared, hammering out the last of his willpower, and somehow he was able to hold off for ten more strokes as his mother caved in and began to gush all over his plunging, red-raw cock. 'Pull out! Pull out!' 'GRRAAAARRGHHH!!' he screamed, trembling deep inside and pulling back with all his remaining strength, and as he came out, the thick white ropes of his boiling spunk were already shooting forth with hopeless abandon. He had come inside her, she was certain that he had and the utter terror of that realisation drove her further into the dark tunnel of her own maddening pleasure. 'Come on me,' she shrieked, 'come all over me,' and he handled his straining tool with a strong hand, bathing her in his plentiful seed. It was too much! Marie blacked out, driven to unconsciousness by the intensity of her pleasure and her terror all at once... 10 'I even checked your pulse,' Robert recalled some time later. They shared the shower cubicle, wearily soaping each other up, then rinsing off. 'I literally thought I'd fucked you to death.' Marie smiled sleepily and held him to her beneath the steaming cascade. 'How would I have explained that?' Marie giggled at the thought. And then ached at the memory of the sex they had half an hour after that and then again at 3am. She was so sore that she hoped her ovaries wouldn't even think about doing what she suspected they might. Either way, she would regrettably take care of that, if it came to that, and go to birth control; because one thing was surely inevitable. And she tingled and throbbed for him all the more for knowing it. Marie exited the shower and readied a towel for the young hunk stood rinsing off under the shower head. Smiling she invited him out into the steamy bathroom and shrouded him, then gave him a grateful kiss on the lips. 'I still don't know what this means...' 'I don't care, mum,' said Robert. 'I found you.' 'I love you, son,' Marie chimed and kissed him deeper.
