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DJ Makes Up His Mind
The next day was more busy than usual for Marsha. She had to drop the car off to get the oil changed, get groceries, pick up Brad's dry cleaning, then rush home to try to get dinner ready before Dejuane and Brad got home for the evening.
Later that evening, Marsha was working at a frantic pace in the kitchen since she had been out all day running errands. By the time she got home and started on supper, it was already almost five o'clock.
When DJ returned home from practice, he heard his mom busily working in the kitchen, and he hurried down to see her. This morning he had to leave the house early for track practice, so he had not seen her since the previous night right after they had fucked. (Yes indeed, they had fucked! It still sounded crazy, awesome, and wonderful all at the same time when he though about it.) In spite of all these emotions, DJ had been worried all day about how his mother might be reacting to what had occurred.
DJ made a beeline for the kitchen, finding his mother working frantically on supper. She was wearing a thick and heavy sweater and a pair of blue jeans. As Marsha prepared the evening meal, she had her back turned to DJ as she worked on slicing a stack of vegetables.
DJ walked up beside his mother and leaned against the counter next to her. Marsha turned and glanced at him briefly before returning to her vegetables.
"Hi mom," said DJ.
"Hello," replied Marsha nonchalantly.
"Did you get all your errands done today?" he asked.
"Uh huh," replied the young blond. "How was track practice?"
"Long and tiring!"
"Well that's not all bad," replied Marsha, returning her attention to slicing up the green pepper in front of her. She continued working in silence, intentionally avoiding DJ's glances, her face was a bit flushed.
DJ decided it was time to press the issue a bit. "So....what do you think about last night?" he asked.
Marsha faltered for a moment, almost cutting her finger with the sharp knife in her hand. She paused a moment, collecting her thoughts, then resumed cutting.
"DJ, I think the best thing for both of us is to simply forget it ever happened. Pretend it never occurred at all," she said, quietly and deliberately.
"Mom, you know as well as I do that we can never do that. We'll NEVER be able to do that now! "
Marsha frowned a bit. She had dreaded this moment all day long. She knew she would have to face it, but simply did not feel up to the challenge.
"DJ, I think we can if we try, " she replied weekly.
"But mom, you don't understand! I don't want to pretend it never happened!"
With that, Marsha stopped what she was doing, snapping the knife down hard onto the counter top. She turned fiercely to her son, with her face set firmly.
"Now listen DJ," she started. She stopped herself, trying to calm down a bit. She didn't want to be sharp or harsh with her son, she just wanted to make him understand what she had to tell him.
"DJ, what happened last night was a terrible mistake. It never should have happened at all. I realize looking back on it now that it was a mistake and it was all my fault for allowing things to go that far. Not only that, but I will never allow it to ever happen again. Not EVER again, do you understand?" she stared fiercely at him.
"But MOM - Why? I don't understand?" moaned DJ.
"What do you mean WHY?!?' asked Marsha incredulously.
"Just what I said! Why?" replied DJ.
"DJ, don't play games with me now. I'm tired and not in the mood right now. You know very well why," she hissed.
DJ gave him mom a sad look at this point. That look made her wish she had taken a gentler approach with this discussion already.
"Mom, I really don't understand. Last night β for me β was like I had died and gone to heaven. It was the best experience of my life."
Marsha felt herself blushing a bit at her sons kind words. As he spoke them to her, she realized that she also felt this exact same way, but that feeling that way was all the more dangerous for them.
DJ continued, "I loved what happened. And what's more mom, I could tell that YOU liked it too. When we were doing it, I could tell that you came a whole bunch of times."
Again Marsha felt herself blushing profusely.
"DJ honey, the fact that I had orgasms is really not the point," said Marsha smiling gently at her son.
"The problem with what happened between us is that it is not right for a mother and son to love one another like that. Society uses an ugly word to describe what we did last night, do you know what it is?"
"Yeah, I've heard of incest before. But mom, I have to be comepletely honest with you β" started DJ.
"The fact of the matter is, I absolutely LOVED fucking you mom, and I want to do it again. I want to do it over and over again, it's all I could think about all day long today β how you looked, how you felt, how it felt being all the way inside of you."
"Oh my God!" moaned Marsha, as the visions of what her son was recalling became just as real to her in her own mind.
"DJ, we simply can't do that," she groaned. "What if your father ever found out?"