It was a little after 10 o'clock, Saturday morning, and outside the world buzzed on with it usual routine. A Spring-time aroma filled the air and the sun shined down from a clear blue sky. Outside kids were already playing and running around. A collective spring fever between seemed to have fallen down on them, as it always did this time of year. The air seemed fresh, the sunshine warm, and all seemed perfectly well in suburbia.
The sunlight poured through the blinds throwing slivers of light on to the carpet as Heather laid in bed listening to the hum of the outside world. She'd been awake for almost an hour now, staring up at the ceiling contently being lost in her own thoughts. Below her, her bed was still wet from the night before, but it didn't bother her. She'd awoken with a comforting acceptance she hadn't experienced before. Something inside of her, despite all rhyme and reason, insisted everything would be just fine. It was a basic and instinctual feeling and Heather couldn't help believe it.
She thought about everything that happened last night. It didn't seem as distant as she expected it to, and although she didn't see it in herself, anyone that knew Heather would be able to tell she was different. She didn't seem as reserved and polished as she normally did. It was like part of her had broken loose, and just like a loose thread, it wouldn't be long before everything was pulled apart.
After a while she finally got up and decided to get in the shower, but she was distracted at her own reflection in the dresser mirror. She stared at herself. She pulled the hair band from her loose pony tail, letting her auburn hair fall down over her shoulders. She wore only a tank top and nothing else. She could see her nipples pointing through her white tank top. She could see the thin little patch of hair above her pussy she kept short and trimmed. Her eyes adjusted and all of a sudden the dried dripping marks on the mirror came into focus. They were the marks of her own pussy juice dripping down the mirror after she shot it across the room. She didn't know exactly why, but the turned her on. She felt herself becoming wet again, with the same growing lust that captured her last night.
As she turned away from the mirror and into the bathroom, she smiled to herself. Right then and there she came to the conclusion that it was best not to delay nature. If she was going to find out her boundaries, she mind as well just get to it she thought. She pulled off her tank top, the only clothing she was wearing, turned on the water, and stepped into a well needed shower.
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Sean had been up for a little while himself. Although he fell asleep on the couch last night, he woke up in the middle of the night and climbed the stairs to his bed room. Since those first few hours or blissful sleep, Sean tossed and turned, unable to fully stop reeling over the night before. He didn't know how or why it was all happening, or what he should do or say, but he did know one thing. He knew he was grateful and that he'd let things play out without intervening. He didn't know if his mother knew about his fantasies and stories or not, but either way he wasn't exactly in a rush to tell her.
He looked at the time down on the corner of his computer screen. It was 10 after 10, and he'd already been writing for over an hour. He'd started a story fresh this morning, renewed and inspired by the night before. He wrote with speed and clarity, and in just over an hour, he had written 3000 words and was on pace for another 3000 shortly. He'd masturbated the night before, again when he woke up and came to his room, and once more when he sat down and began to write. Despite this, he still sat writing with an erection poking from his shorts. He was as horny as ever and just as much aroused as the previous night. Erotic fantasy poured unfiltered from his mind and down through his finger tips. It was like a tap from the computer directly into his creative consciousness. He was getting better at allowing his subconscious to flow uninterrupted, tapping deeper into his own mind.
I couldn't believe the uninhibited "rawness" of the moment. All our illusions had escaped us, and for what felt like the first time, he accepted the moment as the inevitable reality. My mother and I stared at each other with renewed feelings of affirmation. We knew the few barriers still between us were crumbling right then and there.
"Tell me Sean... show me. Take me to the deepest, darkest corners of your fantasies baby. I want to live out every one of them" my mother spoke softly. She kissed my lips gently between her words. For the first time, I felt completely comfortable telling her.
"I want to you completely Mom. I want to explore every part of you and take things as far as possible, to break free. I want to take things to the very essence of taboo love. I want to make love to you Mom. I want to start a family with you Mom..." I said with confidence.
"Then we will..." my mother whispered softly in my ear.
His fantasies were taking him further than he knew. It was if he hadn't created them at all, but rather discovered them, like an old shell buried deep and long ago, long before his time. They started feeling like desires he'd harbored his entire life, hardwired into him at birth. Was that unreasonable to think he wondered. Was it possible his attraction to his mother was something he couldn't help, something primitive and instinctual? His fantasies were becoming increasingly in-depth and complex, as if they were constructing themselves. The idea that they lay deeper within him than his own creative mind became more and more believable. Sean typed steadily for another hour.
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Heather's shower was long and soothing, and an hour after she started it, she reluctantly turned off the hot water and got out. The mirror in the bathroom was completely fogged over, and she didn't take the time to wipe it clear. She dried herself off with haste, wrapped the towel around her wet hair, and went out into her bedroom. She walked with a naked sensuality that made her look like she floated effortlessly rather than walked.
She took a thong from her underwear drawer and pulled it on casually followed by a bra. From the drawer below that, she picked a pair of black yoga pants and a pink halter top. She looked sporty and casual and fit. Her ass looked full and round in the yoga pants, but not too big she thought to herself. Her firm boobs still looked great, and for a second she thought she could see what her son was attracted to in her. The moment passed.
When she was done getting dressed, she thought she'd leave for the walk she was planning on taking, but decided she needed to make a call first. She grabbed her cell phone, and dialed her sister's number. When Olivia answered, she spoke quietly.
She told her all about the previous night, about the flirtatiousness and both kisses. She didn't feel nervous or ashamed to tell Olivia this time. She was happy she could not only trust her sister enough to tell her anything, but that she was bold enough to encourage her. Heather told her about the masturbating and squirting, and how she was feeling about all of it.
"I'm just so... so ready to push it further" Heather said with giddiness in her voice. "I mean I know I can only go so far... but I want to find out where that is. I want to get right too in fact." She laughed at her last comment.
"Heather, I've noticed in my life, when I want to know or do something, it's best just to be deliberate. Just do it, no matter how nervous or anxious your feeling. You'll be glad you did afterwards, I promise. Olivia spoke mater-of-factly, like none of this was at all out of the ordinary. "Just tell yourself that by the end of the day you'll know exactly where your boundaries lie. Although, let me repeat myself by saying you shouldn't worry about the boundaries at all. If I were you, I'd take things as far as they were meant to go."
Heather was silent for a moment as she considered everything her sister said. "Ok" she replied after a silent moment.
