Julie stirred some as the morning light snuck in around the curtains of her bedroom window and landed on her face. Her first sensation was the immediate feeling of a huge hangover. She already dreaded getting out of bed because she knew her hangover would only get far, far worse.
She rolled over and let her arm drape over Bill's body as he slept soundly next to her. The first thing she noticed, however, was that Bill felt a little different this morning. He felt leaner, somehow younger. In her half asleep mind she pondered this thought idly for a while before the memories of the previous night began to return to her.
She remembered being very, very drunk and she remembered being fucked very well. Her pussy still had that wonderful "morning after" feeling to it and she smiled to herself thinking of how great the sex had been and how satisfied she felt.
Her next thought made her gasp and immediately pull her hand away from the sleeping form next to her. Her mind finally put a face on the fantastic lover she had been with and it wasn't the one she had been expecting. Instead of Bill's face she immediately drew a vivid picture of her son's face as the one that had wonderfully pleasured her.
A flood of memories from the previous night hit her all at once and she felt a rainbow of emotions. She remembered the intense lust and satisfaction of their encounter and how the fuck had felt so new and exciting like a fuck hadn't felt in years. However, all that was tempered by the realization that she had fucked her own son.
Sure, previously she had condoned her own and his voyeuristic fantasies and even let him peek at her after showering. Sure, she knew he had been watching her fuck Bill, and yes, she had "accidentally" taken a good look at his hard cock when she caught him jerking off. However, all of that now seemed meaningless compared to the enormity of what she had allowed to happen.
She knew that not only did she allow it to happen but she had helped instigate it and, at the time, she absolutely wanted it to happen. In the morning light with Mike still asleep her mind raced with the implications of what had happened. How the hell could she ever think it was OK to fuck her own son? Surely she must be the worst, most perverted mother in the whole world. Her mind continued racing with thoughts of what Bill would surely do if he were to find out what happened.
Suddenly, the realization that she was lying naked beside her son with their bodies touching filled her head. She wanted to simply jump out of bed but she didn't want to wake him. What would his reaction be to her this morning? Had she completely fucked up her family? She knew she wasn't ready to face him yet and needed some time to try to figure out her own thoughts.
Mike still seemed to be sleeping soundly so Julie carefully slipped out of bed. For some reason she felt compelled to pick up her robe and put it around her for the short walk into the master bathroom even though she knew he was asleep.
She shut the door behind her and stood for many minutes with her hands on the counter and her head hanging down. What had she done? Perhaps the part that was even more troubling was the knowledge that she had so completely enjoyed fucking Mike. How could she have let this happen?
In addition to her emotions over what she let happen she also felt like crap from her heavy hangover. She had more to drink the previous night than she could remember drinking in a long time. She tried to console herself with the idea that she only slept with Mike because she was so drunk and her judgment was so impaired. Still, she couldn't deny that whenever she thought about being with him she felt a deep yearning and satisfaction that she couldn't explain or shake.
Finally she decided to take a shower to try and clean up physically and emotionally. She knew Bill would be coming home that afternoon and she wasn't sure she could face him knowing what she had done with their son.
She had been in the shower for several long minutes already simply letting the water cascade down on her and slowly soaping and washing. Very gradually she began feeling a little better and was in the process of convincing herself that last night was simply one mistake, one bad choice, when she heard the bathroom door open.
"Good morning," Mike sang out happily. The next thing Julie knew Mike had pulled open the glass door to the shower and stood staring at her with a full hard on. Against her better judgment she glanced down at his hard cock.
She quickly tried to cover herself with her hands and scolded Mike for surprising her. Mike looked confused and said, "But I thought after last night that..."
"Last night was probably a mistake," Julie replied softly.
"Please don't say that," Mike returned. "Last night was so amazing and incredible. It was beyond anything I could have ever dreamed. You are so hot and it felt so great. I don't want it to end."
"But Mike, I think it has to," she replied.
"Why? Because other people might think it is wrong? First, other people will never have to know. This can be our secret forever. Secondly, how can something that felt so amazing be wrong? I've seen you cum with dad before and I know that when you came last night it was harder and wilder than usual. Can you look at me and honestly say it didn't strongly affect you?" Mike concluded.
This whole speech sounded better than it did the hundreds of times Mike went over it in his mind. The whole time he had been fantasizing about his mom he had been working on this speech. In his mind the speech never failed to break down her defenses and he hoped and prayed it would work in real life.
"I'm not saying that," Julie said softly, "I just don't think we should. I was drunk and I didn't know what I was doing."
Mike sensed a slight letting down of her guard. He couldn't believe how bold he was being but after his first taste of her the night before he would never be able to live with himself if he didn't push this as far as he could. The only thing that would make him stop was if she looked him directly in the eye and said, "No." Until that happened he was determined to try and break down her guard.
Mike had been dreaming about this moment for so long he had long ago dealt with his feelings of perversion and of it being wrong. He had wrestled with them and come to a peace with his feelings and desires. For the past few weeks all he knew was that she was hot, she didn't seem to mind the fact that he had been watching her, and he ultimately wanted very badly to fuck her.
Mike began to step into the shower with her as she gasped, "Michael! What are you doing?"