This is part of series of accounts of how my son and I had an incestuous love affair. Although I think this works as a story by itself I do recommend that for continuity my other stories in the series be read in chronological order first. Up to you though
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How we managed to get away with it I have no idea. But as James and I sprang away from each other we heard the ringtone on Bruce’s phone and heard him answering it from the kitchen. This just gave James the chance to pick up his clothes and run over to the pool changing room and hide in there before Bruce came into the garden and saw me naked.
“Well, well, what have we here?” He smiled.
“Well I need to get rid of my tan lines for St Trop don’t I?” I smiled shaking with nerves as I walked over to my husband wondering whether we had got away with it. I kissed him. “Why don’t you?”
“What sunbathe naked?”
“Yes, why not?”
“Well two reasons.”
“Which are?” I asked noticing that the black thong I had been wearing before James had undressed me was laying on the patio. I moved close to Bruce and kissed him. “So come on?”
“Firstly I would probably get a hard on in the nude with you and secondly,” he said pausing to kiss me back. “I would hate to get my dick burnt.”
Laughing I kissed him again and suggested that he get us some drinks. “And in case it’s getting a little chilly.”
“Ok, by the way where’s James?” he asked enquiring about our son. “I see his car is here.”
It had been a close thing and we were so lucky to get away with it. I think it was only because Bruce felt aroused by my nudity and that we went inside and made what for us nowadays was quite successful love that he was not suspicious.
As James told me later, he had changed in the pool room and then had gone to get his car, but realised that Bruce would have seen it so he walked off down the road towards Cockfosters intending to return an hour or so later by cab. As soon as I had been able to get away from underneath my husband I had text James telling him that everything was ok and that I had told Bruce that you had not taken your car as you were attending a bon voyage party for an ex school mate who was leaving for the Far East. So by the skin of our teeth we got away with it.
There had been something between my son and me for about three years now, in fact ever since he was nearing sixteen. Other than some lingering glances, a little touchy feely between us and increasingly some flirting and double entendres nothing overt, however, had happened. That is until James found a load of photos that Bruce had taken of me as part of our love life. Using those as a sort of blackmail my son had persuaded me to pose for him in increasingly daring poses until I was naked. It was then that I masturbated him. It happened again a short while later when I was taking him to the airport for him to travel to South America as part of his gap year during which we had cybered using both voice and cam several times.
It was during one of our skype sessions where we both got naked and masturbated as the other watched that for some inexplicable reason I told James about it.
“Affairs are very difficult to handle.”
“Are they mum, I wouldn’t know, do you?”
“Yes well yes I guess they are.”
“How do you know mum?”
That’s when I confided in him and told about the nine months affair I had with a co-worker who was also married. Neither of us had any intention of it going any further than sex and there was no longer–term future.
“So was he the other camera?”
I didn’t get what he meant at first, but then it clicked. When he had downloaded and sorted the photos he had found on my laptop and showed them to me he had said that some of the later ones had been taken by a different camera to the one Bruce had and had asked if dad had bought a new one.
“Yes James, yes he was.”
“Bit risky wasn’t it?
“Yes it was but it seemed a good idea at the time.”
“You enjoy it then?”
“Yes I did very much and to mitigate the risk he suggested I take some of him as well.”
“So did you?”
“Yes I did.”
“Did you enjoy doing that?”
“It was ok,” I lied playing it down.
“Just ok mum?”
“Well no it was more than that, I enjoyed it.”
“Like to take some of me,” he had asked?
The night Bruce so nearly caught us was when we were going to have full sex for the first time. Bruce was supposed to be going to Paris, but that had been cancelled so hence, his early and unexpected arrival at home.
That evening was horrendous. I was scared that Bruce really did suspect something so was on tenterhooks in case he said anything. At the same time I was burning up for James, yet simultaneously I was so scared and nervous that word of our incest would get out.
I managed to cook something, but have no recall what it was and cannot remember what we talked about. Sara, my daughter came home around nine and that slightly relieved the tension and she and James went off to look at some Instagram and snapchat stuff, websites that have completely passed me by. I want to bed early around ten, but took ages getting off to sleep. The guilt, the worry and the lust for my son combined to keep my mind whirring into the early hours when I fell into a fitful sleep.
The next day Sara was at home so James and I could not talk or do anything and the following day I was at work so the weekend was upon us before I hardly knew what was happening. On the Saturday morning Sara went off to play hockey and Bruce went to golf. He invited James to accompany him but he refused.
“How the fuck did you pull that off,” James said referring to the courtyard incident as he pulled me into his arms and kissed me?
I explained what I had done and how I had avoided us being caught, literally with our pants down.
“So mum you used your body to save our reputation didn’t you?”
“Yes I guess I did,” I said looking out into the garden and seeing that Tom the guy who looked after the lawns and the pool guy were both pottering around. I was pleased for that meant I would not have to confront the problem of making love to my son. That did not, though, prevent us from talking about it. “Getting more like a slut every day aren’t I?” I smiled.
“Don’t say that, don’t be silly. When can we do it A?”
“We can’t.”
“But we have to.”
Lighting one of the rare cigarettes I smoked when very nervous as we stood in the courtyard where James and I had come so close to being caught, it hit me with a massive jolt that had Bruce been just five minutes later he would have seen his naked son fucking his naked wife up against the wall of the garage that I was now leaning against smoking. The thought made me shudder with a combination of fear and excitement.
“James there is no have to about it at all,” I said exhaling smoke upwards and trying to sound authoritative and motherly.
“Oh yes there is mum, you know it every bit as much as I want it.”
“James stop it.”
“Look we have come this far, I am in love with you and want you so much,” he said smiling that enigmatic grin at me as he brushed the long quiff of hair away from his wyes. ‘Fuck,’ I thought, he is simply gorgeous and I want him so much.
Before we had done anything other than flaunt ourselves to each other a little and slightly flirt I had worked out that my feelings for my son were stronger than probably they should be. I spent hours on the net researching this. To my amazement I found that incest is far more prevalent than most think, that after siblings, mother and son is the most popular pairing and that the feelings I had for James were experienced by the many mothers. That had calmed and reassured me a little and to an extent helped me overcome my doubts and concerns. What of course, though, it could not do was reassure me about the future, about the aftermath of having sex with my son. After all once you have committed incest, you cannot ‘uncommit’ can you? There was little or no information that I could find that explained what a mother and son do longer term about their relationship, if indeed there is a longer term? It would be difficult enough for a woman in her mid-forties to live comfortably with a man twenty plus years her junior if he was not her son, add that element in and it became as good as fucking impossible. But as James had said ‘we should live for the now, not the tomorrow.’ That was easy to say when still in your teens, but much harder to live by when the big five o is creeping up on you.
“You mustn’t say or even think that,” I said finishing the cigarette and not really meaning a word of what I said. In truth I was pleased and excited that he said he loved me, after all no woman wants to be wanted just for sex do they?
“But A, it’s true, I am in love with you.”
“You mustn’t be, what about dad and Sara?”
“Mum I can’t think about them. I am obsessed with you and as far as I am concerned there is just us, no one else. And that is all I want.”
“Darling you have all your life ahead of you.”
“And I want to spend that with you,” he said sensing the moment was right to kiss me and he was right. The feel of his arms around me, my body against him, his erection pressed against me and his lips on mine made me start to believe him.
“It’s impossible James, we can’t.”
“But we can, it’s easy we just do it.”
“No I could not do that to dad,” I said thinking just what it would be like telling Bruce I was leaving him for his son!
One of his hands had slipped into my jeans at the back and the other was cupping my breast inside my thin top as we kissed deeply and long. God I wanted him so much and momentarily I considered taking him upstairs and fucking him but Sara being due home soon and the guys in the grounds stopped me, bless them!
“So what do we do then?” He asked.
“Nothing, simply nothing.”
“Mum that is impossible,” he said his hand cupping the still relatively pert cheek of my bum in my jeans.
“No it is perfectly possible,” I lied without conviction as he pulled my stomach against his and I felt the length of his erection pressing into me from my pubic bone nearly to my navel. “It has to be,” I gulped as he accompanied the sensations that his erection were giving me with another set when he slid his hand up my thin top and cupped my breast.
“It doesn’t have to be, we want each other don’t we? Go on tell me that’s not true?” He asked with a shrug of his hips sending his cock surging up my tummy. “Come on tell me.”
“James no, no, no,” I whimpered as my mind told me to stop and my body told me to go on.
Holding me at arm’s length with his erection still hard against me he looked me in the eye and said. “Mum if you can tell me that you don’t want me I will stop and never do anything again. Can you do that?”
I averted my gaze from him and looked down. Of course I could not say that, I couldn’t even think it.
“So can you, can you say it’s not rue and that you don’t want me?”
Any slight resistance left me and I fell against him my face nestling against his chest as my arms went round him and I cuddled him squashing my, now, aching breasts against him.
“No James, no I can’t.”
We heard Sara’s car so we parted and James went off to his room. I felt nervous, a little flustered and quite warm.
“You ok mum, what’s happening?” She asked taking a bottle of water from the fridge and drinking most of it.
“Yes I am fine luv,” I replied wondering just what her reaction would be if I said. “Oh I have just been kissing your brother as he wants to fuck me.
The afternoon and evening dragged by with James and I managing to do nothing other than have long, lingering stares at each other.
I was in the bathroom getting ready for bed when I got a text.
‘Dad’s going away Monday night, any chance?’
‘Sara will be here,’ I text back not realising at first that by saying that I was effectively agreeing to have sex with him.
‘Tuesday during the day?’
‘Never know her movements do we?’
‘I’ll find out. Sleep well.’
After breakfast the next day when Bruce had packed and gone off to wherever he was going, we don’t talk much about his business as it pisses me off, James and I had some time together. Sara was still in bed, which was her habit when home from uni, and would not get up until eleven or so. Almost as soon as Bruce’s cab had left the front gate I was in James’ arms. This time when he grabbed me I didn’t resist or stop him. We kissed greedily and passionately and our hands were all over the other.
“Oh fuck mum I want you so much,” he whispered into my ear as he pulled me firmly against him, of course he was erect.
“We can’t darling, not with Sara here.”
“And if she wasn’t?”
“I just don’t know my love, I just don’t.”
“You do want to don’t you?”
“With my body I want to so much, but my mind says we shouldn’t.”
Smiling he said. “So just have to get you to change your mind do I?”
I smiled back. “Yes I guess so.”
“I know that we can’t go all the way A, but I want us to kiss and caress each other. Where can we go?”
“Somewhere we would hear Sara if she gets up?”
“Yes.”
I took his hand and led him into Bruce’s study. “We can hear Sara get up in here as her room is right above and the floor boards creak,” I told him taking his face in my hands and kissing him.
I was wearing a fairly baggy pale grey, man’s shirt with buttons all the way down the front outside a dark blue, silky skirt that was slightly flared. James was in his usual uniform of blue jeans and a white tee shirt, he looked gorgeous. We sat on the three seater overstuffed, high backed dark green sofa and kissed more. His hands went to my chest and he cupped my breasts.
“Take your bra off.”
“No I can’t, don’t be silly,” I said my heart beating a little faster at the thought of taking it off.
“Of course you can, it would be quicker just doing your shirt up than getting your boobs back in the bra and Sara wouldn’t notice that you were not wearing one.”
As usual his quick mind and logical thinking impressed me and I saw quickly that he was correct.
“Ok then,” I said hopefully sounding calm although I was boiling up inside and I was hugely aroused. Looking right into his eyes I undid the shirt button by button, very slowly. Undone almost to the waist I pulled it off my shoulders and eased my arms out of the sleeves.
“Oh Christ mum you look so gorgeous,” he whispered looking at my breasts in the dark blue bra that was a couple of years old so was probably half a cup size or so too small for me. That pushed my boobs together more and created a really deep cleavage. Still staring at him I reached behind and with the deftness that is inborn in women but foils most men, I undid the clasp and pulled the bra away from my breasts. Obviously they sagged a little, which happens with all D plus cup boobs, but not to a large extent and looking down I saw that my always prominent nipples were standing out like organ stops. I pushed the bra behind the cushion on the sofa and slipped my arms into the sleeves, but left it undone.
“Oh mum you look ravishing,” he groaned moving closer, putting his arms round me, kissing me and pushing me back into the corner of the sofa. I could feel his erection against my hip as he caressed squeezed and pinched my breasts and nipples before, at last sucking one of them into his mouth. It made me feel very emotional as he sucked on the teat that he had all those years ago when he really was my baby. That made me feel so maternal, but in a way that I had never felt before; I could not describe it, but it made me want to cry, although I managed not to.
We kissed for some time as he played with my breasts and I slid my hand under his tee shirt and around the bulge in his jeans. I wanted to unzip him and feel his hardness, but I stopped myself as it was going too far. Then I felt his hand on my knee and that made me stiffen. Still kissing me he started moving it up my bare leg until it was onto the fleshy part of my thigh and I grabbed his wrist.
“No James, not here.”
“Why not?” He asked pushing back against my hand. “We would hear Sara, that’s why we are in dad’s study.”
“But it’s wrong here.”
“Mum, it wasn’t wrong in the garden room with the photos or in the courtyard was it?”
“Oh you know what I mean.”
“Yes mum,” he went on squeezing my thigh and pushing to go further from where I was holding his wrist. “I know what you mean and I also know what you want don’t I?”
“Do you James,” I gasped as his other hand gripped mine and pulled on it.
“Yes darling, yes I do, don’t I?” he said pulling more firmly on my wrist and kissing me.
“I don’t know,” I whispered.
“I think you do,” he went on pulling more firmly. “Don’t you Anna, don’t you A, don’t you mum?” He went on licking my extended nipple that was aching with desire.
“What?” I almost groaned as my grip on his wrist slackened.
“You know that I know what you want don’t you?”
“Oh James.”
“Don’t I and don’t you?”
The conversation was getting a little disjointed and I could hardly follow the theme as he went on. “Let go of my wrist mum.”
“No. No we mustn’t.”
“Mustn’t what?”
“Do anything.”
“We are already doing something Anna, look down at your chest.”
“Oh my god yes,” I groaned seeing my open shirt and bare boobs
“So let go mum, let go of my wrist, let me go where we both want us to go.”
“No James,” I sighed with absolutely no conviction, which he clearly noted for he pulled on my hand that was holding his wrist. To my and probably his surprise as well it came away leaving his hand on my thigh and the other being held by mine resting on my hip.
“And no really does not mean no does it A,” He asked as he inched his hand upwards?
His chin was resting on my right breast and our eyes met. He went on. “Does it mum, you don’t really mean no do you?”
“Oh darling no. No I don’t really mean no,” I groaned partly in disappointment that I was giving in and partly in excitement of what lay ahead.
His fingers pushed on the inside of my thigh with a clear message, a request and an invitation. Looking deeply into my son’s eyes I acknowledged that I had understood the message and that I had received the request. Slightly opening my legs I tried to infer to him that I was accepting his invitation. But an invitation to what, I speculated as he slid his hand up the inside of my thigh and pressed it against the soaked gusset of my panties; it felt lovely and surprisingly so right and natural!
I could hardly believe what was happening and what we were doing. But then there were many things I could hardly believe about my burgeoning relationship with James particularly of course the sexual side to it. What we were doing now, though, took me back to when I was young. Petting and snogging on a sofa was what kids do not middle aged women, but then I had to remind myself as his hand reached the top of my thighs, that he was a kid really and yes I was a middle aged woman, but one that was infatuated with a young man, my son.
His touch on my pussy through my panties felt so good and almost, but not quite, involuntarily they opened wider.
“Oh mum you are so wet,” he whispered running his fingers along the damp gusset of my panties.
“It’s what you do to me darling,” I whispered loving the joint sensation of his fingers on my lips and clit through the panties and his tongue and teeth on my nipples.
It didn’t take long, but then I knew it wouldn’t. I was highly aroused and the slight danger of my daughter upstairs added to that as he pushed the gusset of my panties aside and his fingers slid inside me. I pushed back and reached out for his erection inside his jeans.
“Please mum, please,” he almost begged moving away a little to undo the button and zip on his jeans.
“No James we can’t do that with Sara upstairs.”
“Course we can I can put it away as quick as you can hide your tits.”
I giggled. “You make me such a slut, James,” I whispered as I fiddled my hand inside his boxers and gripped his cock.
“But you like it don’t you A?”
“Oh James,” I smiled. “Yes I do, but I shouldn’t should I,” I asked jokingly as I rubbed it?
He pushed his boxers further down and then slid his fingers deeper into me. “Let’s do it like this mum.”
And we did. I was already nearly there when his fingers entered me so the slight pumping of them as I gripped and rubbed his cock soon put me over the top and I started to cum.
“Oh yes Anna, yes,” he groaned pumping his cock in and out of my hand as he too roared towards his climax.
This time his sperm splattered onto my skirt and not my breasts. Still they do say a change is as good as a rest don’t they?
