The water in Marie's bath had turned cold 20 minutes earlier, but still she sat there staring unseeingly at the tiled wall ahead of her. It had been scalding hot when she had first gotten in, almost unbearably so, but still not hot enough to cleanse her. The suds had evaporated almost entirely, exposing her mature naked form. She had made sure to lock the bathroom door this time though, she didn't want any repeat incidents of what had set this whole thing off.
Her mind reeled back to that moment, only 7 or 8 hours ago now, but it felt like another lifetime. Tom walking in on her, fresh out of the shower. His stare had been locked on her lustily, her own son. Right between her legs is where his gaze had rested. She stared at herself there now. It had always made her feel sexy, being hairless down there, but now it just made her feel perverse, and that was only the least of it.
What had made her do what she did? How had she overridden 18 years of motherly instinct to drop to her knees and put her son's dick in her mouth?
Involuntarily her mind conjured up the feel of him in her mouth, the noises he made in climax, the taste of his cum.
Had the deal with Frank been so impossible to turn down? Did she have no other option? Did she want it?
The last possibility scared her most of all, it blasted apart that last place her conscience had left to hide, the idea that she had sacrificed herself for Tom, for his future.
"Son-fucker" he had called her, his tone equal parts angry and lustful. Would he ever forgive her? He must hate her. He was a young man, driven by hormones. A naked woman waiting on all fours for him would have been impossible to resist, no matter who it was. She was the one who had caused all this, she had forced him to take her.
She would have cried then, but she had done all the crying she could tonight, her bloodshot eyes continued staring out, dry and listless.
She glanced at the clock on the wall. It was nearly 2 am she realised. She was so tired, but she knew sleep would be impossible. Every time she closed her eyes she relived it, him climbing up on the bed, entering her, filling her, fucking her.
With a dread she realised the memories were turning her on. God, what was she going to do? She covered her face with her hands, trying to make the world disappear.
* * *
Later that morning, Marie rang the bell for Frank's penthouse apartment and waited for a few minutes until she was buzzed up. In her hand she had a DVD that she wanted to smash into a thousand pieces.
When she got to his floor she found him waiting for her with the door open and a smug smile on his face.
"Come in Marie, you look exhausted, long night?"
She was too tired and numb to care about his insinuations. She pushed past him and stood in the entrance hall of his elegantly furnished apartment.
He brought her into his living room and gestured for her to take a seat in one of his comfortable dark brown leather sofas. She slumped into one and held out the DVD.
"Here, take this terrible thing away from me."
Frank smiled and took it, admiring it.
"So it's done then?" he asked.
She nodded.
"What was it like? Did you enjoy it?" he sounded fascinated.
She opened her mouth to speak, to insult him but only a squeak came out. Then the tears started to well up again.
"It's terrible Frank, it's all terrible. I've ruined everything!" She cried.
"Oh come now," he said, "it was just a bit of sex between two consenting adults. Did he come inside you?" he asked matter of factly.
Her admission was a large shuddering sob. She had to go get the pill right after she left this place.
"How nice. And did you come also Marie?"
"Stop Frank! Please stop!" she cried. "It's done, just please stop torturing me."
He smiled secretly at that and nodded, walking into his kitchen. He returned a few moments later with a crystal tumbler in hand.
"Here have some scotch, it will calm you down."
She took the drink in two shaky hands and brought it to her lips, knocking the thing back in a couple of gulps.
She stared out the glass doors that lead to his balcony.
"I'm the worst mother in the world" she said numbly.
He laughed, "or the best, depending on your perspective. I bet he loved every moment of it."
She shook her head and went to speak, but her tongue felt as if it were very thick all of a sudden. Her lack of asleep also seemed to catch up to her as her eyelids started feeling very heavy.
Frank was smiling down at her. "Is that scotch taking the edge off now?"
Realisation dawned that something wasn't right. He must have put something in her drink. Panic would have set in, but instead she started feeling more sedated.
Frank went over to his tv and inserted the DVD into the player and turned the screen on.
Before Marie lost consciousness, the last thing she saw was herself on the television walking into her room naked and getting up on it on all fours, exposing her full vaginal lips and ass to the camera.
The tumbler fell from her hand and smash on the hardwood floor.
Frank tutted. "That was careless," he said looking at the glass and sounding annoyed with himself.
* * *
"Fuck me sweety, fuck me Tommy!" Marie heard herself crying out. She groaned, her mind was still replaying that moment she thought groggily, when would it end?
But as she began to come to she realised the noises weren't come from her own head, but rather somewhere nearby. She started to remember what had happened. She had come to Frank's apartment and passed out, he must have drugged her! How could he do that?
Her eyes opened wide and she tried to move but couldn't. Many things became clear at once. The first was that she was completely naked, the second was that she was now strapped, spread-eagled, to the four bedposts of Frank's large mattress in his bedroom. Panic rose in her and she cried out in fear, her real shouts mixing with her recorded ones coming from the tv where she could see herself climaxing as Tom fucked her forcefully.
