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Neither Sandy or John had any idea what to say next about the experience, so they both pretended that night never happened for a few days. Sandy deleted the NetWatcher software from her son's computer. It was a violation of his privacy, and even if maybe it was the right thing to do on some level to watch out for her baby, the guilt was too much and a mother shouldn't have such access to the intimate private thoughts of her son. She hoped whatever the hell happened between them would help John on the step to adulthood but honestly she had no idea how it possibly could. She made her son obsessed with the idea of fucking his own mother and then consummated that obsession. She felt tremendously guilty and ashamed and thought it made the most sense just to let John go to college and get away from her.
They planned to have dinner together tonight as if it was the last night before John was to leave. It was going to be awkward and potentially raw. Sandy tried to figure out what to do about it. Canceling it seemed worse than just going ahead with it and pretending nothing happened. But how could she possibly do that? She tried to compartmentalize that night the best she could but it was not possible, that was her son.
John saw his mother pull away from him the last few days and couldn't take it. He finally got to kiss a girl, finally got to taste her, finally got to fuck her, the thing he always wanted and it was more than he could have ever hoped for. He tried watching mommy son porn but it was no longer the same, his hunger for his own mother was insatiable. He had the real thing and he finally understood what his mom was saying about how fake and phony porn is. The last few days he only masturbated to the bikini pictures of his mom. Thinking about her orgasm at his hand. He wanted to see it again so badly. He wanted to come at the same time. But how the hell could he bring it up? He sensed his mother needed space, and this was the first romantic relationship he'd ever had in his life. He didn't want to screw it up, especially because it was with his own mother.
He knew they were gonna have dinner the night before he left, and he wanted that night to be special. He wanted his mother to feel good about everything that happened. He decided he was going to clean up and got a haircut that morning. He shaved. He got out his suit and put it on. It was wrinkled so he decided to iron it. He wanted to look sharp, he didn't know where the dinner was going to be but he wasn't going to allow his mom to take him to some place cheap. He wanted to impress her, and show her what a man he was. He wasn't some kid wearing mesh shorts and a sweatshirt. He was a man.
The time of the dinner he knocked on his mom's room door, she said to come in and he wondered if he'd get a peak of her in her bra and panties again, or maybe she'd picked out an even hotter one this time, but she was fully dressed wearing a pretty conservative dress, down past her knee and even covering her shoulders. She wasn't wearing makeup. She took one look at her son and her heart sank, she knew what he was doing cleaning up like this. She didn't know how to react, he looked like a proper man. She started crying.
Why are you crying? "It's just because I know you're going off to college tomorrow, my little boy is a man. You look so handsome in that suit." John was proud, but confused. He thought he was going to get inside his mommy again, but it didn't seem like it was going to happen tonight. She just was going to have dinner and say goodbye like nothing had happened.
John and Sandy had the most awkward dinner possible together. Sandy not wanting to steer the conversation toward what was on both their minds, John too intimidated to try, John just kept asking questions about college, figuring that bringing the conversation back to the reason he was leaving tomorrow was a good enough distraction. By the time the dinner ended, John was frustrated. He wasn't going to get anything from his mother. He was leaving tomorrow with no closure, in love with his mother, lusting after her body, and he was just going to have to live with that.
On the drive home, John decided to get bold. In privacy with no one in earshot, his mother unable to eject the moving automobile he decided he could finally open up to her. "Mom, I want to talk to you about something." Sandy tightened and responded "What is it John?"
"Mom, the last week was the most thrilling week of my life, I felt things I never felt before, and I don't want those feelings to go away." Sandy was relieved at the general level of tact John was using, talking about the subject without actually talking about it. It gave her a way to try and end the conversation while still hopefully giving him what he wanted, what he needed. "John, I think we learned why a relationship like that is frowned upon in society. It was an exciting and thrilling time for me also, but a very confusing week. I sense you are also confused."
"Because you are confusing me." John responded.
"Well maybe that's because it's wrong, and sons shouldn't be doing things like that with their mothers."
"Doing what, say it mom."
