Carol woke up late the next morning. Her husband and son had left the house for work and school and she was alone as the thoughts and images of last nights surprising events filled her sleepy head. Did it really happen? Was it a dream? Her hand traveled down her tight tummy and over the small tuft of soft blond hair above her otherwise cleanly waxed mound then glided along the slit of her pussy and dipped in to find an already ample supply of wetness there. Carol's pussy was more like that of a girl than a mother of an eighteen year old son. It was small and tight with pretty lips on the inside. "Oh my god," She breathed aloud in the quiet room, "Oh my god, what is happening to me?"
With her eyes closed and still half asleep she was able to relive the incredibly exciting feeling of uninhibited abandon that she had been prompted to perform for her son. "Ohhh fuuuck." She whispered in disbelief as her other hand squeezed at the cone shaped breast that her only son had softly squeezed as she kissed him goodnight. Her puffy pink nipples were drawing tighter and the half inch buds at the tips became more sensitive. Her mind raced with a thousand flashing images, but the most recurring was the sight of her son's huge, veiny, hard dick and the thought that it was she; his own mother that had caused it to swell and erupt before her eyes.
Her orgasm approached rapidly and her release came hard and powerful as she pictured his large, plumb shaped cock head swelling and turning a deeper shade of purple. Rocking in the throes of her climax, she imagined her boy jacking off and cumming into her open mouth as she was being gloriously fucked by her approving husband.
As she started to coming into fuller consciousness and recovered from her orgasm, the feelings of lust and depravity quickly turned to guilt and shame. How could I be thinking such wicked and perverted thoughts about my son? What kind of a person does the things I've done? How will I ever look him in the eye after last night? She left her bed and busied herself getting showered and dressed for the day, but the nagging thoughts stayed with her and even brought her to tears.
Leaving her house to shop for a dress that she would wear to an upcoming cocktail party, Carol felt as if everyone that saw her could tell what she was thinking and what she had done. She was quite beside herself and disturbed when her husband called her cell phone. She blurted out her concerns and shame to her loving, understanding husband who helped very much to quell her pain. "You've spent way too much time dwelling on this alone this morning baby." He comforted, "It's going to be fine, I'll be home early and Mark is going to his buddy's house tonight, so we can have a nice dinner alone and watch a movie."
"Alright honey but I still think that it's..."
"It's going to be just fine; I'll see you in a couple of hours. I love you."
"I love you too." Carol answered, feeling much better. That evening the two lovers had a long talk about what had transpired under their roof. Carol mentioned the part about their son stroking himself on the couch and fondling her breast but couldn't bring herself to divulge the secret that their son had watched them having sex. By the end of the night Carol felt completely safe and happy again and when they made love that night she found that the two of them were even closer than ever.
The next day they talked on the phone several times and when Mark got home from school that evening it was as if nothing had ever happened. The three of them chatted normally over dinner and then Mark retired to his room to do whatever he did in there. As soon as he thought she was ready, James began to bring up the subject of her teasing Mark and relating how much he would like it and how the thought of it made him absolutely crazy. At first she insisted absolutely not, but when Carol fully realized that their little game seemed to have no lasting consequences on their relationship, she began to flirt with the idea and found that deep down inside of her, she wanted it to happen again as much as he and Mark did.
Over the next couple of weeks the topic was brought up again and again. Fueled by reading hot incest stories to each other and discussing them, it became a regular part of their foreplay. James would always ask if Mark had been watching her or whether she had seen him hard again and would listen intent and serious as she described the most innocent things. When Carol would report that his eyes were always following her or that she had noticed a bulge in his pants, James would then question her about how this made her feel. When she confided that she would often get wet under her son's gaze, James would tell her that this turned him on more than anything and prompt her to take it further.
Carol loved the attention she was getting and how hot her husband became when she started to comply with some of his ideas. They both knew that Mark had snooped in their room on a regular basis and they always kept their computer inaccessible by means of a security code for fear of him finding photos or saved literotica stories that were private. Carol had never let her husband take any fully nude pictures of her but just sexy pictures of her in teddies and nylons, although there were some with her rear half covered and some that showed her breasts through thin material.
One evening as the two were relaxing in their room with Mark locked away in his own room, James concocted a plan. "Let's leave something for him to find." James suggested, "Let's leave a slide show on the computer with your sexy pictures as a screen saver and see if he takes the bait."
"What, are you kidding?" Carol's heart raced.
"No, it'll be great, he'll freak out." James pushed.
"I'll have to think about it." Carol feigned her objection.
"Let's take some more right now." James said excitedly grabbing the digital camera.
