Note to all: This is just a fictitious story only meant for fun and fantasy, completely not meant to be realistic. All of the made up characters are over the age of 18.
If you like mom/son incest fantasy stories, give this one a try. If not, maybe move on to a different genre.
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Part Five: The Beast Within
As on the previous mornings, both Tammy and Teddy awoke with no memory of the events that took place on the night before. Feeling dazed and confused, that perhaps a very vivid dream had occurred during the previous night's sleep, but were completely unable to recall any concrete details from it. Also, just like the last couple mornings, each also awoke feeling a potent sense of heightened sexual energy and awareness - in short, they were both unusually horny. In addition, each morning, that feeling of sexual arousal seemed to be growing significantly.
When Tammy awoke, she found that her right hand had slipped beneath her panties, and she was absently, but with determination, stroking her clitoris. Her pussy was completely soaked from arousal; she had broken out in a light sweat, and was on the verge of an orgasm.
As the reality of what was happening surged into her conscious mind, the young mother felt her cheeks flush with color from embarrassment as she reluctantly pulled her hand above the covers, leaving herself in a frustrated and unsatisfied state. She could not remember the last time she felt this on fire sexually.
She also found, to her utter bewilderment, that her jaw was sore for some unknown reason. "What the hell is going on with me?" thought the young mother to herself, opening and closing her mouth as she massaged her jaws on both sides with her hand. "Why do my jaws hurt? And why the hell am I so horny that I'm playing with myself in my sleep like some teenage school girl?"
None of it made any sense to the young mother. Granted, she had been so caught up with what was going on with her son, with that horrible bat bite, visit to the doctor, then subsequent treatments, that she hadn't had any time for her husband, or more specifically any time for sex. In fact, she couldn't remember the last time that she and Mark had even taken time for a serious kiss, much less been intimate.
She definitely loved sex with her husband, and completely missed it when the business of everyday life got in the way of their intimacy. Still, they had gone through longer dry periods than this one, and the young mother certainly couldn't remember being this sexually keyed up.
To further exacerbate the situation, Mark was preparing to leave for a business trip this very afternoon, and she was not going to see him for two full weeks while he travelled down south for work. Last night was their last opportunity for sex before the trip, and she had been far too preoccupied with Teddy, then far too exhausted to even think about intimacy.
Tammy got up, and trudged to the bathroom groggily. She could literally taste her horrific morning breath today.
"Oh my!" gasped the young mother as she caught sight of her reflection in the bathroom mirror.
She gazed with dismay at the huge bags that were under her eyes, her hair was a disheveled and tangled mess, and what the hell was that sticky residue all over her mouth, cheeks, and neck? Had she been so utterly exhausted that she was drooling all over herself in her sleep? The thought somehow didn't quite make sense to her; as she ran hot water and proceeded to scrub it off. She then grabbed her tooth brush and proceeded to go to work against that God awful morning breath as she plugged in her curling iron to try to salvage the hair.
Hoping to hurry, she decided to skip a shower this morning, thinking she would take one later this morning after seeing Mark off and taking care of Teddy's treatment. Stripping off her pajamas, and underwear, she instead opted for a quick hot soapy washcloth for her armpits and private areas. That being done, she went to her dresser for some clean under clothes.
Being so busy had not only affected her sex life, but she was also completely behind on pretty much everything around the house, and laundry was no exception. As she gazed into her drawer, she realized with disdain that she only had one bra and pair of panties left that was clean. She held up the silky little white bra and examined it dubiously.
"You certainly would not have been my first choice today," she said out loud to the bra. Indeed, it was a rather small and silky push up bra, which hooked in the front (not at all practical for what lay ahead in her day). Sighing, she pulled it on, fastening the clasp in front of her and adjusting her breasts as best she could in the too tight cups, she looked down at her abundant cleavage that was now utterly pushed together and up in a rather suggestive way.
This definitely would be better suited to Mark's return day! She made a mental note to make sure it was washed and ready for that day. The matching small white silk panties were equally impractical, but again, would have to do today until she could get caught up on laundry.
Next, she went to the closet and selected a simple white sun dress with yellow flowers on it. This was a far more sensible selection than her underwear, though with the push-up bra, coupled with the slightly plunging neckline of the dress it became a bit more risqué, she thought as she glanced down at the larger than expected amount of cleavage that was showing. Not only that, but the dress was also ever so slightly shorter than she might normally wear around the house.
Not wanting to waste precious time picking out a different outfit, she made a mental note that she would do a quick load of laundry this morning and change before Teddy even got up for the day. This was before she became aware of the fact that the morning was already nearly over.
In spite of her hurry, she had wanted to at least freshen up a little bit before running downstairs to bid her husband farewell, feeling that otherwise she might scare the poor man. Unfortunately, by the time she got downstairs she had already missed her husband. Entering the empty kitchen, all she found was a brief note left for her by the coffee pot (on which the clock read 11:35am! She had REALLY overslept this morning without even realizing it).
Babe,
Sorry I missed you this morning, but you were sleeping so sweetly and so soundly and looked so beautiful and content lying there, I couldn't bring myself to disturb you. I quietly turned off your alarm so that you could get caught up on some much needed rest after all the recent stress that has gone on. Hopefully the time will fly by while I'm away, and I will be home in your arms again before either of us even realizes that I've been gone. Take care of yourself, and look out for our Little Teddy. I'll call later tonight when I get into Tampa and am in my hotel room.
