Some words from Jayne.
I have written quite extensively about my relationship with my son when we were both in the UK and since he moved to work in Dubai. It may act as a build up to this episode if you read some of those episodes, although it's not essential to relating to this story, so I leave it up to you whether you do or not.
This story has come out rather longer than most of my other submissions, so I've split it into two parts, but for those of you who like a long read, I submitted them on the same day so you won't have to wait long for part two.
Jayne x
My son Peter's apartment sharer in Dubai had, whilst on vacation back in the States left his job so, his bedroom was available until the US bank they both worked for recruited a replacement. My original visit to see Peter had been scheduled to last ten days, but that changed when he got this very welcome news as it meant that we could now live just like the married couple that he'd told me he would like us to be.
Sex with my son had begun a year or so before my visit to Dubai. In fact, it started physically the night I kicked my husband out when I found out that he'd again been cheating on me in a serious way, this time with a twenty-something bimbo who worked for him. Peter had comforted me as I cried and that led to him holding me in his arms and us kissing. That had resulted in us fondling each other and, although little more had occurred that evening, it wasn't long before it had and then, over the next year, as I waited for the divorce to come through, it became more intense leading to us masturbating each other several times.
That evening when I kicked my husband Kevin out had been the start of our Peter's and my physical relationship, but not our emotional one. That had started some two years, or so, earlier, although the precise time when a mother's feelings for her son change from being purely maternal to being womanly and sexual is impossible to pinpoint. Looking back, as I did so often in those early days of our sexual intimacy, I realised that Peter had become a far more significant feature in my life as my marriage was going tits up and Kevin was featuring less and less in it. That significance had expressed itself by us slowly becoming closer, wanting to be together more often, being more 'touchy feely,' holding each other's gazes, talking more intimately and using double entendres. It had taken the massive jolt of Kevin and I parting to move the relationship forward into the realms of sexual involvement.
Despite Peter and I going further and further with our sexual explorations and after a couple of months being naked together and having sessions where we masturbated each other, I had drawn the line at that. Until I had got to Dubai I had, rather illogically maybe, resisted us going all the way. However, as I feared, or hoped, that changed after living with him in his apartment for a few days. As we were making out on his couch one evening, I sat up, pulled away from him and said, "Oh Peter, don't you see?" as I fiddled my boobs back into my bra, pulled my dress up covering my breasts, but left the buttons up the front undone.
"See what Jay, we both want each other so where's the problem?" he'd replied
"What happens after, that's the problem darling, don't you see that?" I blurted out suddenly wondering if he looked at me more as a one off, a bit on the side, a quick fuck and move on, or even like one-night stand!
"What do you mean?"
I could hardly believe that such an intelligent guy could be so lacking in emotional intelligence, "So what do you want, or think will happen after we do it?" I asked referring back to his request to let him have me, despite it being a condition of me coming out to stay with him that he wouldn't ask me to let him go all the way with me.
"I don't know mum."
"A quick fuck or two while I am out here then, that's it? Is that what you want from me?" I said frostily.
"Oh God no, I see what you mean I am so thick. I have thought about it and really I don't know, but as far as it would be feasible I want us to live as man and wife."
"Really darling, do you really mean that?" I asked feeling thrilled and excited, but knowing it was nigh on impossible, somewhat disappointed as well.
"I think so yes, but what about you?"
"I have thought about it so much and I don't see how it could work for me at least let alone you in the bank. And as for Sara and Kevin and the rest of the family knowing doesn't bear thinking about, so I think it's best to not start anything"
"What do you mean not start anything, we've already started haven't we?" he said pointedly looking at what he could see of my breasts through the open front of my dress that I went to button up, but he stopped.
"You know what I mean, we've been through it a million times on the phone and by email and Whatsapp and since I've been here."
"But Jay, we can't unstop all we've done so far, even what we're doing now, can we? And I bet, no, I know you don't want to."
"I just don't know."
"These last few days have been agonising for me."
"Why?"
"Having you here, being so close."
"And for me, oh Peter."
"Mum what?"
"I don't know."
"What shall we do?"
All those years of being his mother and leading and teaching him seemed to vanish as he began to assume the leading role as I wimped, "I don't know, I am so scared."
The banker in Peter emerged, "Look, let's be grown up about this."
"What do you mean?"
"Let's both go into our rooms and think about this and the ramifications. Then come back here in five minutes, either naked saying, yes let's make love or dressed saying we shouldn't and then we never talk about it again, ok?"
I pondered for a moment or two then looking into his eyes whispered. "Yes ok." In my bedroom I was shaking with joy and fear. Now that the time was nigh, that the unthinkable could happen, that Peter and I might make love I was scared. All the doubts and misgivings, the fear and guilt were starting to overwhelm me. I tried thinking it through. What would happen if we did and if we didn't? But of course, I got nowhere as there really was nowhere to get. I ran through everything in my mind, balancing the pluses and the negatives but when Peter called out to see if I was ready I was no nearer my final decision than when I had come into the bedroom and removed my dress. Looking at myself in the mirror, I made a decision. I reached behind my back, unclipped my bra and watched as my breasts sagged just a little as the support was removed.
God how I wanted him to see my breasts and caress and love them as I fondled him and touched, held, kissed and licked his gorgeous cock. And yes, all those many times I'd imagined that feeling of it going up me and him fucking me with long, deep thrusts into the uppermost reaches of the female parts of my body until it spurted its spunk into me. But the 'what then' the 'what's the aftermath' and the 'where do we go from there' questions had always to date taken over along with 'how could I ever tell my daughter that her mother and brother were lovers?'
"One second," I called back checking my appearance in the mirror not being sure whether I was pleased or annoyed that my nipples were as hard as bullets. Opening the door and walking into the sitting room, I nearly fainted when I saw him. He was naked, magnificently erect with his cock stretched rampantly up his flat stomach, which was like a beacon beckoning me.
