John watched pensively as Sam carried his belongings up to his dorm room. His resolve to confront his wife and son about their incestuous affair was wavering. His disgust and rage from the night before was still there but so were his nagging fears.
There were the practical considerations. If it got out, the scandal would destroy his business. He could imagine the snickering behind his back from business associates and competitors, John the cuckold, John whose wife turned to her son for what her husband could not give her!
Then there were the legal ramifications. Incest was illegal. Would Jamie and Sam go to jail? What about him? The law could decide he knew and condoned it. Jesus H. Fucking Christ! Visions of scandal, ruin, and possibly jail scudded across his fevered brain.
Then there was a visceral fear of rejection. What if he confronted one or both of them and they chose each other? His belly did a somersault at the prospect.
As they carried Sam's belongings to his dorm room, he noticed that Jamie and Sam seemed to collide more than was necessary. Despite the crowds, it seemed to him that they always ended up close to each other.
Normally he would dismiss his suspicions as paranoia. He ruefully paraphrased the old joke in his mind: it is not paranoia if you saw them fucking.
John was not used to this strenuous activity in this searing heat. He felt a little faint. His knees refused to hold him anymore. He spied a concrete bench just outside Sam's dorm. He plopped his plump frame down. He mopped the sweat his exertions had produced.
"John, are you ok?"
He looked up into the concerned face of his wife of 20 years.
"I'm fine. I just need to blow a little!"
"Well, you take it easy. Sam and I can finish this!"
He nodded agreement. She affectionately stroked his cheek. She turned and continued on to the RV. John knew that Sam had gone that way a moment before. If he followed her now, would he again see his wife on knees sucking her son's cock?
He mentally shook himself. He needed to get hold of himself. His stomach ached due to his anxiety. He had better find antacids.
He stood and moved toward the RV. As he approached it, he could hear them chattering. Should he announce his arrival?
***
Sam and Jamie were a study in mixed emotions. There was elation at entering college and a new phase in both their lives. There was sadness that they would no longer have the near unfettered access to each other that they had enjoyed.
Jamie, despite her initial resistance, loved the sheer exuberance that her son brought to sex. His youth and virility meant that he had near unquenchable sexual desire. She thought ruefully that the exuberance meant that sometimes her pussy was tender for a few days.
A stray thought nagged her. She needed to get back on the pill. Her hand strayed to her abdomen. She reveled in feeling Sam's seed splash against her womb. She shivered deliciously as she thought about the millions of life giving swimmers her son filled her with. However, she needed to guard against a disastrous pregnancy.
She had actually come to love the heart stopping exhilaration, the spontaneity of illicit sex. The risk of exposure heightened that exhilaration. There was no time for the niceties of condoms.
Her heart rate accelerated. A thin sheen of sweat popped out on her upper lip as she recalled some of their narrow escapes. This had all started because she convinced John to join the Five Mile High Club. He had to resort to bottled courage to agree to it. Then he had passed out drunk on the airplane and Sam had surreptitiously taken his place.
Jamie shook herself to pull out of her reverie. She felt the sodden mess of her panties between her legs. She felt deliciously wicked as she walked back to the RV. How many 45-year-old women had 18-year-old lovers? How many women had actually fucked their son on a commercial airliner?
That sex was incredible. The close proximity of the other passengers and the flight attendants had her more aroused then she had ever been in her life. Then to find out it was her son, her 18 old son, who fucked her. Jamie thought her legs could no longer hold her as she recalled pulling the blanket back and seeing it was Sam. A mini orgasm caused her to pause in her trek back to the RV.
***
Sam watched as his mom walked toward the RV. The roll of her hips and the soft sway of her breasts enchanted him. He dearly loved this woman, his mother, his lover. His youthful mind had no conflict with the incestuous nature of their relationship. He accepted its duality.
Sam watched as Jamie paused at the bench where his dad sat. Even from this distance, he could see dad did not look well. He stood and started to go see about John when he saw mom pat him on the cheek and continue. He must be ok.
In the afterglow of one of their trysts, he had actually proposed telling dad. His mom's reaction had been explosive. She had bounded out of his bed and stood naked over him. She trembled with rage as she shook her finger at him and made him promise never, never to tell anyone, especially John, what he and she did.
Bemused, he promised, although he believed that dad would accept it if they explained it to him.
Sam hid behind the door.
***
Jamie walked up the steps into the cool interior of the camper. It may be wasteful of energy, she thought, but on a day like today, it was worth it! She was about to turn and go tell John to sit in here when Sam grabbed her around her waist. His hands trailed up and he squeezed her breasts.
"Sam," she said with mock severity. "You stop that this minute!"
"Yes ma'am," Sam cooed as he raised her tee shirt above her bra.
"Sam, stop it."
"Yes mother," he whispered as he nibbled her ear and pushed her bra above her breast.
Jamie's tone softened as Sam pulled roughly on her nipples.
"Baby, we have to be care...!"
Jamie broke away as she glimpsed John approaching the camper.
"Your father!"
She gasped, as she sprinted to the back of the RV. In one smooth motion, she pulled her bra and shirt down. Frantically, she looked around, spied a garment bag, grabbed it, turned and bumped into John in the door.
