No One Will See

"Argh, how in the hell did I let you talk me into this?" Zack groaned easing down onto the bed.

"It's because I'm your mother and you love me."

His reply was more groan than words. Alisha eased her leg over him straddling his waist on the bed. She started slow and gentle her fingers sliding over his warm bare skin. Her fingers glided along the ridges until she found what she was looking for. She reached for the tube on the table and squeezed a little onto her fingers. It was cold, she held it in her hand a moment hoping to warm it but it didn't help much.

He groaned again when the cold cream touched him. "Don't worry it's going to get warm in a second." She murmured. She ran her fingers over the ridge of muscle, slow and gentle at first and then gradually with more force. She used both hands working in concert and he groaned again, this time a sound of pleasure.

"See that feels better doesn't it?"

"Yeah, it feels damn good," he sighed. She continued with constant pressure letting her fingers spread and slide until she felt the tension ease. He sighed and sank into the soft bed and she smiled.

"There, that's much better." She praised but she didn't stop instead she slid her hands up gently probing for more knots. His shoulders were tight and she worked each of them until she couldn't feel the rigid tension anymore.

"God, I forgot how good you are at this." Zack groaned into the bed.

"I don't know why. This is how I supported us most of your life."

"I know, I just didn't need it as much as a kid," he mumbled.

"Yeah, that's true. You've been working these muscles pretty hard. You're lucky it was only a pulled muscle, I can fix that."

Zack sighed again and she started working down his back.

"I don't think you should sleep on the floor anymore, it's too hard on your back."

"I don't fit on the couch," he mumbled. She knew that he was much too tall for the tiny loveseat in the cabin.

"I know, we can share the bed until we finish another cabin. It's plenty big enough."

His only response was another groan. Alisha let her mind wander as she worked all the tension out of the muscles on his broad back. He'd been here helping her for two weeks now. She was restoring several hunting cabins that her dad had left her and in truth, she really did need the help but that wasn't why he was here, she knew it wasn't. She knew the look of someone escaping a bad break up. She'd been there enough times.

"I really do appreciate all your help."

"I know."

"I'd never get them ready in time for hunting season without you."

"Yeah, you would."

"No, I wouldn't," she laughed.

"Mom?"

"Hmm?"

"What are you buttering me up for?"

"I'm not buttering you up for anything," she laughed. "I'm just curious about what happened with Trish. What drove you here?"

He heaved a sigh much deeper than the previous ones. "We broke up."

"I gathered that, what happened?"

"Uh, it's kind of a long story."

"I'm not going anywhere." She continued working her fingers along the muscles and she could actually feel him relent.

"We uh... we had an open relationship."

"Okay."

He hesitated and she just kept up the massage. "That doesn't surprise you? Or... bother you?"

"No," she laughed, "Should it? I'm not a prude honey, I'm still a human, still a woman in her prime as a matter of fact."

"Alright," he chuckled.

"So, you didn't want an open relationship?"

"No, I did, it was... good. There was... Christ, I can't believe I'm telling my mother this."

"Don't think of me as your mother, think of me as your therapist."

"You were a physical therapist, not the kind people spill their guts to!" he huffed and she laughed.

"You'd be surprised at some of the things people tell me. Anyway, go on."

"There are a lot of... things... I'm into that aren't exactly mainstream. So we had an open relationship so I could... explore a little."

"Sounds very healthy."

He huffed but continued, "It helped overall I thought but then..."

"Then...?"

"She decided she didn't want to have an open relationship, and more importantly she didn't want a relationship with me. She's now with a guy that we... well anyway, the story is she's with someone else."

"I'm sorry."

"Yeah, it is what it is. It was just weird for me to still be there. In that scene, same people. So I thought some space would be good."

"So do you think that's what you need now? An open relationship?"

"No, maybe, I don't know. I don't know what I need. I think I'll know when I find it."

"Yeah, that's probably true. How does this feel?" He pushed his chest up off the bed and twisted a bit. And she lifted up onto her knees.

"It feels pretty good." He turned over all the way rotating in place on the bed. She was still over him and he looked up at her. She'd already showered so she was in pajama shorts and a tank top. He realized she wasn't wearing a bra when he noticed her nipples poking against the thin fabric.

"How 'bout this side?" He was teasing but she smiled and leaned over him. She picked up the tube of lotion off the bed and squeezed some onto her hand. She rubbed it between her palms and leaned over him again. She spread the cool cream onto his chest and then began working over the muscles on just the left side.

This was a bad idea. He hadn't been serious anyway, but now he didn't have the willpower to stop her. He'd already been half hard when she was rubbing his back but now he could see her, he could see her perky breasts swaying under her shirt while she touched him. She didn't look like a woman in her forties. She looked a hell of a lot better than most in their thirties. She'd always been lean and toned and he knew all the work she'd been doing on the cabins definitely helped her physique.

Her long red hair was wound into a messy bun on top of her head, and of course, she had no makeup but she didn't need it. He could imagine how she would look riding him, with her head thrown back as he hit every sensitive place within her. Without thinking, he gripped her thighs his cock swelled and he closed his eyes. He'd put on sweats after his shower and now he could almost feel her sweet heat through the fabric. She sank a bit lower and his hands on her thighs pulled her lower still. He could feel it. Not hot because there was too much fabric but he could feel the warmth. She rocked back and forth as she rubbed his chest and it was all he could do not to surge up against her. He was rock hard now. It would be so easy to push his sweats down. To move her thin shorts to the side. He could be inside her in under ten seconds. Inside his... mom. His eyes flew open and he saw her watching him. She immediately moved, forcing him to let go of her thighs.

"There," her voice was pitched a little too high, "That should help. That muscle should be good as new tomorrow."

"Thank you." He watched her walk into the tiny kitchenette of the one-room cabin. She was clearly agitated and he felt terrible.

"Mom, I'm sorry about..."

"Don't worry about it. It's perfectly natural. Happens all the time." She laughed but she wasn't looking at him. He sat up on the side of the bed.

"Can I make you some cocoa?" It was her guilty pleasure and a lame attempt at an apology.

"Actually I think I'm going to call it a night." She glanced at him briefly before she went into the bathroom. When she came out she slid onto the opposite side of the bed and pulled the sheet and blanket over her.

Zack turned off the light and lay back on the bed. The air was charged, tension radiating in the space in between them. His own body held a different kind of tension. Even though his cock and gone down the arousal remained. The fact that this was his mother should have made it easy to let go of the idea and yet it seemed that's what made the idea all the more intriguing. His mom, you couldn't get any more forbidden than that. It was easily enough to make him hard on its own, but add that she was pretty hot and there was a definite cougar air to her... yep his dick was hard again.

He wondered if he could take his dick in his hand, would she know? Would she feel it? Would she help? He clenched his eyes closed trying to block the fantasy but it wouldn't let go.

"How long has it been?" He whispered into the darkness.

"How long has what been?"

"As you said, you're a woman in your prime, how long has it been?"

He heard her breath catch and he wasn't sure she would answer. "Too long," she whispered at last.

Zack rolled to his side she was facing away from him and he couldn't resist. He'd been with a lot of women, and even a few men but he'd never been this excited. He'd never felt arousal quite this sharp. He touched her bare thigh trailing his fingers up and down.

"Zack," He heard a familiar warning in her tone and his cock lurched.

"Hmm?" He moved his hand lower so that his fingers ran along the seam where her legs were pressed together.

"Zack," she whispered, "Stop it, we can't."

He could feel the goosebumps popping up on her smooth legs he closed the last of the gap between them so he was spooned against her back. "Why can't we?"

"Because you're my son," she said exasperated.

"I'm an adult, we're two consenting adults." He pressed his cock against her ass and felt her shudder.

"Do I feel like your son?" He pressed his lips to her neck and she sighed.

"No."

He didn't need more invitation than that, he moved his hand up sliding it under the hem of her tank top. He cupped her breast squeezing just a bit, it was a lot firmer than he expected and when he rolled her nipple between his fingers he felt her gasp.

"I'm not your son in the dark, in the dark I'm just a man, a man that can take care of that ache between your legs."

Alisha clenched her eyes closed and held on to that thought. He was just a man, a man touching her in ways she hadn't been touched in a long time. His hand slid lower and she made no move to stop him. He slipped his fingers under the waistband of her shorts and her panties. She should tell him to stop again. She should demand that he stop. She was the parent she should be the responsible one. But then his long calloused fingers parted her lips. Her breath caught while he gently slid deeper. It felt so different than her own fingers. So much better. He circled her clit and the breath she was holding escaped. His rough finger ran over her sensitive nub and she pressed back against him. She hadn't seen his cock in years but judging by the way it felt pressed against her ass it had turned out very well.

"That's it, feels good huh?" His deep voice in her ear was almost as erotic as the feel of his fingers.

"Yes," she moaned and he rewarded her with another pass over her clit. He curled his fingers penetrating her and pressing her back against his cock in the same motion. She moaned gripping his forearm and opening her legs. He stroked into her rubbing the heel of his hand against her clit. She swiveled her hips, shamelessly grinding against him and he smiled.

She was just as turned on as he was, she'd tried to pretend she wasn't but there was no denying it now. He could feel her slippery cream. He could feel the way she pressed back against him. She wanted this as much as he did. He gave up all pretense of seduction and sat up. He pulled her shorts and panties off and tossed them on the floor followed by her tank top. He couldn't see much in the dark but that didn't matter because he could feel. He kicked off his own sweats and moved over her. He pressed her down into the soft mattress because he loved the way it felt. She was so much smaller than him until this moment he'd never realized how much.

He took her breasts in his hands and squeezed until she moaned. Then he sucked first one nipple and then the other. Soft, then hard. Her hand gripped his hair tight and he sucked harder.

"Tell me how you like it, hard or soft, fast or slow."

"I like it all." She moaned, "Everything, anything, I'm aching!" She panted and he smiled. It had definitely been a while, she was nearly desperate. He moved down and she released his hair, he spread her legs and licked her in one long agonizingly slow swipe.

"Oh," she gasped pushing into his mouth. He sucked her clit driving two of his fingers back in harder and faster until she came hard bucking her hips off the bed.

"Oh god," she panted. Her legs shook and she sank back down again. "That was..." she looked up at him and now that the arousal had been somewhat relieved he could see the embarrassment in her flushed cheeks.

"Come here." He moved back up the bed and she nudged him onto his back. She took his cock in her hand and looked into his eyes. He watched her she held his gaze as she ran her tongue around the crown of his cock. She sucked the head massaging it with her tongue before she took his whole shaft. She took him so deep he knew he was touching her throat. He moaned his pleasure and she swallowed. He'd never felt anything like it. He had no idea how she wasn't choking and he didn't care. He closed his eyes and immediately opened them again. Seeing that it really was his mom's mouth on his cock added a level of excitement and he didn't want to miss a second.

"That feels so good." He buried his hands in her hair and fought the urge to come. He could feel it building but he wasn't going to let go. Not in her mouth. He knew that's what she was doing. He knew she was reasoning in her head that this wasn't as bad if it was only oral sex. But he wanted more. He wanted to fuck her and he knew he wouldn't be satisfied if he didn't. He pulled back on her hair stopping her from moving but she didn't release him. She looked up at him her eyes wide but her mouth still tight around his dick.

"You're going to ride me," He whispered. "It's going to feel so damn good you're going to forget that you think this is wrong." She sighed and let him go letting his dick slide slowly over her tongue.

"Damn you're good at that. I'll come in your mouth next time."

"Zack..." he pressed his lips to hers cutting off what she was about to say because he knew he didn't want to hear it. He speared his tongue into her mouth tangling his tongue with hers, lapping and teasing until she was kissing him back just as enthusiastically. He released her mouth to move to her breasts again. He sucked one nipple and rolled the other then switched.

Alisha clutched his head, holding on to him as he pleasured her, she couldn't remember anyone ever treating his breasts the way he did. He squeezed and caressed her whole breast, not just the nipple. Though he certainly didn't neglect the nipple. He sucked and nibbled until she thought she might come from that alone. Then he rolled onto his back and she was more than willing to try him out.

Once again she straddled him on the bed. She positioned his cock and then sank down slowly. He was big enough that she felt a slight sting as she stretched to accommodate him. Her body resisted just for a moment and then he slipped in with a slight pop. With nothing left to impede him, he slid deep and she groaned. He pulled her down by the hips forcing his cock the rest of the way in and she groaned again.

"Yeah that's my girl, feels good huh. So full you can feel it everywhere. Feels good to me too. I never knew fucking my mom would be such a turn on."

"Oh God, Zack, don't!" She covered her ears but he just laughed and stroked his thumb over her clit. He felt her internal muscles clench around him.

"That's it, you know you want to." She tried to pretend she didn't but her body betrayed her as she began to rock. She moved up and down slowly at first taking him as far as he would go but he timed his strokes over her clit with her strokes so she rapidly picked up the pace. Between his deep penetration and what he was doing to her clit, she came fast and hard. Zack pulled her down to his chest and then rolled them both so that she was under him. When he started controlling the strokes they were hard and deep and she couldn't stop her self from pleading for more. When she convulsed again he came with her filling her pussy with so much cum she could feel it when he moved.

He didn't lift off of her for a good long while and when he finally did he rolled to his back taking her with him.

"I guess that pulled muscle in your back feels better." She said because she didn't know what else to say.

"It does. Thank you." She started to move him but he held her. "Don't move, you feel damn good right where you are."

She sighed and relaxed back on to him. She knew she needed to say something. Make an excuse, issue an edict that this never happen again, something, but she just couldn't. It had been too long, too long since she'd had such good sex, too long since she'd been held in a pair of strong arms, definitely too long since she'd felt as good as she did right now. So she didn't move. She didn't say anything, she just closed her eyes.

Zack lay awake long after his mom had fallen asleep. After she had moved off of him and he'd covered her still naked body with the blanket. He spooned against her letting his cock nestle against her still wet pussy. He wanted her still. He wasn't hard and the arousal wasn't pounding against his brain but he still wanted her.

It was weird when he really thought about it. It had mainly been just the two of them for his whole life. His dad skipped out when he was too young to remember and though his mom had dated she was never with anyone for long. Never once in that time had he felt anything sexual for her. Not even in his horny teen years. Now he suddenly couldn't get enough.

He was about to turn twenty-five. He'd been working construction since fifteen so his body was solid and built from years of labor. He was tall and good looking. He'd never had trouble getting laid. When he wanted it he got it. Though it usually wasn't all that satisfying. He had found satisfaction with multiple partners when there was a lot of kink involved. But this... this had been pretty vanilla and it has felt amazing. She was the only difference. Had the taboo of fucking his mom been enough to get him off that hard? It had to be. It was so twisted that it rubbed him just right. Even her embarrassment and shame had turned him on. He hadn't missed how hard she'd gotten off either. She seemed to like him bossing her around. That was an interesting role reversal. Maybe that just did it for both of them. He knew one thing was certain he wasn't finished finding out what else turned them both on. They were far from the nearest town. Just the two of them working on these cabins. No one would see a thing!

Alisha tried to roll over but was met with a solid wall. She blinked trying to clear the sleep fog from her eyes and the wall shifted. It was a solid wall of hairless tan chest and sculpted abs. Her stomach somersaulted and she clenched her eyes shut. She'd never been great at self-control and after the awakening she'd had the night before it was going to be nearly impossible to control her libido. I should be easy, this was her son. Problem was, he wasn't a kid anymore. Really he'd never acted much like a kid but now... now he was all grown a man. A man that has some serious experience and skills. He'd mentioned he liked a lot of things that weren't mainstream. The fact that he'd inherited her kinky proclivities didn't make him any easier to resist.

She edged away from his far too tempting body but he caught her before she'd moved far. His arm slipping around her waist.

"Where are you going?" His voice was rough from sleep and it sent chills skittering up her spine.

"I was... um... shower."

His hand slid lower over her still bare ass and he tugged her closer. She could feel his cock fully erect between them and her pussy throbbed. His rough hand slid gently up and down over her ass. The caress wasn't particularly erotic and yet just knowing it was Zack's hand made her heart pound. She hesitated just for a second more before she reached out and touched him. She slid her hands over his pecks and down. He was hard, his skin firm to the touch. His abs were as solid and defined as the rest of him but it was what she was reaching for. His cock was hard and hot, his skin soft and supple.