That night was excruciating for Tammi. Mark lay there with her all night, his weight always pressing into her. He rarely let his mouth leave her breasts and she found herself involuntarily caressing him as he sucked her. She couldn't talk about it. Not yet. She wanted to ask him to leave, but she didn't. She didn't know why. Her mind drifted from thought to thought confused until she drifted off to sleep, her son's head heavy on her chest.
She awoke the next morning alone. He had left her sometime in the middle of the night, though she didn't remember it. She was glad she was alone, she needed to collect herself before the day. Before she had to talk to him about the horrible things they did.
She could still smell him on her sheets and feel him between her legs. Her nipples were sore, his constant advances towards them leaving their painful reminder. She rolled over into a fetal position and thought before getting up.
"Mark," she walked towards his room, "are you in there?"
He wasn't. Where had he gone? Was he avoiding her? She walked down the stairs and found him sitting on the couch in the living room.
She walked up and pushed the power button on the television remote, turning off the silent TV. She could feel him look at her. It was a different look, a look she'd only seen on men who were about to make love to her. She shivered as she sat next to him, gently putting her hand on his knee.
"Mark," she looked into his eyes, "we need to talk about what happened."
Mark looked into her eyes. She looked so vulnerable. He reached his hands to her side and pulled her closer, his hands lingering against her soft breasts, feeling for her nipples.
"Mark stop that," she tried to push his advances away, "It's not right."
"Hi guys, what's going on?" Mindy walked from the shadows wearing a cheerful smile.
Mark dropped his hands quickly. What was she doing here? She was never home.
"Nothing honey," Tammi looked away and blushed. She could feel her nipples hard and sore against her shirt. Her face was flushed.
"Is there room for me on the couch?" Mindy sat down next to her brother and leaned back.
Mark was frustrated. Finally he had gotten his life desire. Finally he had his mother's love within his grasp. Having her full breasts in his mouth all night had driven him deeper and deeper into her spell. He needed her. He shifted uncomfortably on the sofa, his cock pressing hard into his pants. Sitting next to her without being able to touch her was sending him to the edge of madness.
Tammi was frustrated. She wanted to talk to Mark and with Mindy here that was impossible. She could feel Mark's lust beside her. She could see it in his eyes. She had to stop him. She needed to talk to him. She knew the longer she waited the more his desire would grow.
"Mindy," Tammi looked towards her daughter, "Mark and I need to talk."
Mindy slowly pouted. She wasn't going anywhere. Slowly she had figured out what was happening. When she had convinced Mark that she was mom the other night, she set off a chain of events that led to their coupling. She could see his desire for her and she could feel her mother's angst.
"Mom," she feigned a look of concern, "is something wrong?"
"No honey," Tammi answered, "nothing is wrong."
Tammi stood up and walked away, leaving them on the couch together. She couldn't stand being so close to him knowing he wanted her so badly. What was she going to do? She had to find a way to talk to him. Would she be able to convince him he was wrong?
What if his seed finds her fertile? It would be awful. She felt her stomach tighten. What if she was pregnant? The thought was tormenting. She wouldn't know for at least a month. What would she do about it? How would she explain it?
She grabbed the railing on the stairs, her knees buckling under her, barely able to stand. The pressure upon her felt unbearable. She started to cry, trying to pull herself up the steps.
"Mom" Mindy stepped behind her, propping her up, "are you okay?"
Mindy felt a small pang of guilt mingled with the power that suddenly was flowing through her veins. Though she loved her mother, she found the pain of her missing father unbearable. She had gotten cynical since he was taken from her. Less trusting in love, letting her mind rule her actions with little conscience. She barely felt what she had done was wrong, only fun.
"Here, let me help you to your room," she guided her mother up the stairs towards her bed.
Mindy could smell the sex all over the room. Her mother hadn't had time to clean her sheets or make her bed. It was disturbingly sensuous in Mindy's nose. Sex she had caused. Sex she was using to control her family.
"Can I get you some aspirin?" Mindy pulled the sex soaked sheet over her mother, "or a glass of water."
