This story is dedicated to Brianna for her understanding, and to all who made me feel like a writer on my very first try.
Chapter 2: The Morning After
"Lord, give me strength." Charlene whispered. The tiny rasp of her voice was the only sound penetrating the silence of her bedroom, save the shallow breaths of sleep coming from beside her. Charlene had awoken to face the terrible and sensational truth that her son David was in her bed, naked as she was and the scent of their passionate sex still lingered in the air as though they had only finished crossing that line only moments ago. Charlene's words felt like a prayer in her heart, though she was really only whispering to herself out of a need to talk to anyone who would listen. As the gorgeous young man beside her dreamed into the morning hours, she hadn't the heart to wake him yet to subject him to rambles of incoherent thought on her part about what had happened. As she stared at David so attentively that she occasionally forgot to blink until her eyes stung, Charlene rolled her thoughts around inside her head.
"Alright. It happened. It's not like you can convince him it didn't." She began over thinking with all the intensity that a complex calculus question might require. "And it was wonderful... perfect... No! Stop that! He's your son for Christ sake!" Charlene stabbed herself with her own logic. "This can't continue." She decided flatly, resolved that she would allow him to sleep and when he awoke they would talk. She would tell him how wonderful it was, how incredible he was as a lover. That she loved him and was terribly sorry for putting him in the position they were in but that was the end of it.
"But I'm not sorry." She whispered aloud once more, realizing what she said with the full force of an epiphany. She wasn't sorry enough, was more to the point. As she recalled the delicious feeling of being entwined with his body and the taste of his lips against hers, Charlene felt achingly certain that all the guilt and pain that would come from doing it again was an acceptable price. "Oh my God this whole thing is totally fucked!" The thought sounded like a scream in her head. She was torturing herself beyond any decision she had poorly made in the past. Perhaps, she realized, some lines weren't crossed, but not for the reasons she'd always understood. "Alright, one thing is still certain. I have to talk to him. He's a part of this and I need to hear his thoughts on it too." She decided and to her amazement, all the other voices battling to be heard in her mind ceased, apparently satiated that that was the best course of action... for now.
Charlene jumped as her son's body unexpectedly moved over and nuzzled against hers. Her instinct to recoil was defeated by the fact that she had nowhere to go. She was already nearly against the side of the bed. His strong young thigh had draped over her hip, pressing his cock against it which with all the stereotype of a young man, had swollen to its rigid potential in the fading hours of his dreams. The heat of it warmed her naked skin, sending her body into an electric state. As Charlene lay perfectly still marveling at the sensation, she closed her eyes, feeling her son's steady pulse in the soft twitch of his manhood against her. Any resolve to await David's alertness to discuss the previous night vanished as she slid her hand slowly down her body until her fingertips met with the solid fleshy head of his engorged phallus.
David's lips parted as he continued to sleep peacefully while she inched back from him just enough to permit her fingers to wrap around him. The gentle thump of his heartbeat swelled in her grasp like it was giving her permission to continue. Despite the eagerness of her intent, Charlene couldn't help but be aware that her grip was feeble and shaky as she slid her fingers tightly up along David's shaft. Her maternal shame contended with her desire heavily, until at last her hands steadied. Without her eyes to see her labors under the covers, he felt even longer than she had recalled as her hand glided softly from his base to tip with controlled even movements.
"God what's wrong with me?" Charlene whispered as she stared up at the ceiling expecting in part that a divine reply should come from above to caution her against this further decent into depravity. Without warning a hot flow coated along her hand and dribbled out along her hip. Charlene immediately lifted the comforter to see the intoxicating sight of her son's clear sticky pre-cum evacuating his penis in a heavy flow as she fondled him.
"Stop this! Stop while you can!" Her better reasoning screamed inside her mind, but Charlene had become helpless at the sight of her son's hot natural lubricant going to waste under her skillful efforts. Feeling like she could weep at her helplessness, Charlene looked back up at her son's sleeping face. His mouth had opened further, panting softly as she stroked her hand along his cock. She wondered if she could possibly be lucky enough that he was dreaming of her. Locking her eyes on his, ready to abandon what she was doing at the first sight of David rousing, Charlene inched her body downward until she was engulfed in the covers. Soon it wouldn't matter if he woke up, but until then something about him simply opening his eyes to it happening felt safer to her. It was a cowardice she could live with.