One little reminder, this ain't real, any of it. Not the people, the places, or the activities, which your own common sense should tell you even if I didn't. It's daydream land, just one notch more realistic than the Chicago Cubs winning the World Series in our lifetime.
As they walked toward the house, Elaine's head was spinning in confusion and a chaos of thoughts and feelings that she could not begin to sort through, and lacked the energy and will to try to sort through anyway. It was a little like a dream, but whether this dream would have been a pleasant interlude or a nightmare or both at once, the 56 year old woman could not have said.
She was walking toward her son's coastal house, side by side with him, and they were both stark naked, a fact of which she was acutely aware. She could feel the salt sea air on her bare skin, the tickle of the sea breeze against her exposed breasts, the feeling of the smooth-cropped green lawn under her bare feet, the warm California sunlight on her exposed pale-white buns. It was not unpleasant, in fact it was oddly soothing, and definitely exciting!
She could not help but steal glances at her son, who was, she thought, amazingly handsome and sexy in his birthday suit. She blinked at her own thought, she would not likely have ever connected the concepts of 'sexy' and 'her son' before that day, at least not consciously, but now the thought seemed as natural as could be. The change was sudden, but very real and strange.
Of course, we did just fuck on the grass right in front of my granddaughters! That might have a little something to do with it!
As they reached the house, Todd said, "Wipe your feet on the mat as you come in, Mom. If we track in dirt the twins will punish us!"
"Todd," Elaine said, as she wiped her bare feet as best she could on the mat by the kitchen door, "what's going on?! That's the second time you've talked about being 'punished' by the girls! And what's going on here that I've been sucked into?!"
"I'll explain as we get cleaned up," Todd promised, "but we need to go ahead and get started. Come on."
Elaine sighed and followed her son, trying not to stare too hard at his bare muscular fanny, which was definitely a pleasing sight. The way the muscles moved as he walked held her gaze, her son resembled his father in most ways, and appeared to have inherited his father's power to make her hot and horny while barely trying!
Todd led her down the hall to what she knew was her grandson Mark's bedroom, and went inside. She followed, and asked, "Sweetheart, why are we in Mark's room?"
"What? Oh, sorry, Mom," Todd laughed. "I forgot to tell you, this is not Mark's room now, it's mine. I sleep in here."
Elaine blinked.
"What?"
"I'll explain as we go," Todd promised.
He led her through the room to the opposite door. Each bedroom in her son's house had its own private bath with it, and now Todd led her into the one adjoining the little bedroom that was, or apparently at least had been, her grandson's!
She heard the sound of a shower coming on, and as she entered the bathroom she saw Todd getting into the stall, and he gestured at her to join him.
"Hurry up, Mom! We're wasting hot water!"
I can't believe I'm about to take a shower with my son! But then again, I fucked him half an hour ago, so why cavil at this? The horse hasn't just left the barn, the barn's burned down!
Slowly, nervously, Elaine padded over to the shower, which had a transparent door that was already fogging up, and stepped inside with her son, feeling the hot water strike her dirty, sweaty body as she got under the single shower head. She was almost as tall as her son at 5'9", so they were crowded in the small stall that was designed for one teenager, but with some careful maneuvering they managed to both get their share of the hot water.
"Turn around so I can wash your back, Mom," Todd ordered. And it was an order, though spoken gently, somehow she could tell. She started to protest, but then giggled and turned around to face into the water as her son began to soap up her back.
"I suppose you want to know how all this started?" Todd asked as he began to soap up his mother's bare buns.
"Nothing gets by you, Sherlock!" Elaine said sarcastically as she lifted her boobs into the spray to enjoy the hot water. "Ohh, yeah, that feels good..."
Todd smiled as he continued to squeeze her bare buns, and massage his mother's wet and soapy back.
"Well, the thing you have to understand first is that we know about you, Mom."
"You know what about me, Sweetie?" Elaine said as she turned around to face her son. "Turn around, I'll do your back now."
With some care, they switched places so Todd was in the hot water, and as he faced the stream his mother, for the first time since he was tiny, began to wash him, slowly running the soap over his muscular frame, feeling herself getting more turned on by the moment as they rubbed each other in the steamy hot shower stall.
"Your visits to that sex club in Atlanta," Todd said, shocking his mother so much that she dropped the soap. "And your relationship with your coworker Dana Ann, too. And for that matter we know about your arrest in Honolulu for streaking that luau.
"That last thing was kind of dumb, actually," he added as he turned to face his stunned mother, who's face had turned ashen white. He knelt down to pick up the soap, and as he got up he began to soap up his mother's large boobs, taking his time and enjoying the feeling of playing with the boobs he'd once nursed at.
"You were just lucky they decided not to press charges," Todd went on, "and the local prosecutor had a sense of humor about it. Otherwise you'd have a criminal record now!"
"I-we were drunk!" Elaine said in feeble defense, too stunned by the revelation of her son's knowledge to wonder how he knew just yet. "I mean we wouldn't have done it if we'd been sober."
"Naturally," Todd laughed. "Like the song goes, 'and I`ll bet you a drink or two that I can make you put that lampshade on your head'. But you were 49 at the time and should have known better than to get that drunk with your friends, as wild as they are!"
"I know," Elaine admitted shamefacedly. "I was scared to death for weeks afterward that I'd gone too far."
Then she giggled and said, "But it was fun!"
Todd smiled, leaned in and suckled on each of his mother's nipples for a moment, bringing a gasp of surprise and pleasure from the older woman.
"Ohhh...Todd, how do you know all this about me?!"
"That I don't plan to tell you, Mom," Todd said. "Suffice it to say we have our sources, and obviously they're reliable since you haven't denied anything I mentioned."
Elaine was blushing so hot she figured they could turn off the hot water and let her face keep them warm!
"Relax, Mom," Todd laughed. He reached around and began to massage her buns as he pulled her closer so her breasts were pressed against his chest, her hard nipples rubbing his hairless muscular torso. "Obviously you're not the only kinky member of the family!"
"Obviously," Carol breathed, trying hard to pretend this didn't feel as delicious as it did!
"Carol and I have been kinky since before we got married," Todd went on. "Her whole family is really wild, they make you and Dad look like the Cleavers, and yes, I know some of what you and Dad did. Not everything, but enough. I found your old journals when I was in my teens and they were wild reading!"
"You what?! You read my journal! Todd! That was private, what were you doing snooping around in my things?!"
"Snooping around in your things, of course," Todd replied unbothered by her anger. "Teenage nature, really."
"I ought to spank you!" Elaine laughed, her sense of humor catching up with her anger. After having sex with your son, what was the point of worrying about him reading your journals in which you described your sex life?