1
They had confessed their mutual attraction for each other. That was the easy part, being that the family bond had never occurred between them. It felt perfectly natural, just as easy as sliding down a slippery slope. And the feelings that came to light, the growing presence of love and longing may have felt like the beginnings of a whirlwind romance. But a mother did not reject her son, and a son did not reject the opportunity to love the woman he longed for and dreamed about!
So how did they make the leap from acknowledging their love to confessing that their natural attraction was sexual? That was the jackpot question and neither of them knew, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was what felt right.
Scared, excited and enamoured, mother and son gave in to their love, and their attraction, and there was no feeling like what came of that night; returning to where they began, joined passionately, emotionally and biologically.
By the time Robert was ready to get back home to his adoptive parents, they'd committed that unlawful act of physical love together several times and enjoyed it for what it was; intimacy, closeness, fulfilment!
Neither of them felt guilt, remorse or fear, not as far as they understood those feelings beyond their utmost blatancy. There was no disgust or terror, or recoiling at the prospect of society's shame. If anything there was nothing but a sad emptiness left behind, and the dread of the return to the mundane grind of everyday monotony and loneliness. Reality was checking in to stay again and their whirlwind act was over; for the meantime.
For Marie - nineteen hard years battled through just to live a normal life and now what was normal? She was in love with a tender young man half her age, mature before his time, athletic and funny. Caution was gone to the wind. It was a dangerous criminal life and yet it was right. No harm!
And oh good god, the sex - Robert was barely into his physical prime and full of fertile spunk, hormones, stamina, endurance...
He was also built to please. Ever since then she dreamed often of doing bad things to him, and for him. Marie also made sure to visit the good doctor to take care of that matter of fertility. After all, was it not a mother's duty to teach her son about the birds and the bees?
2
For Robert - life had never been simple or easy, and that was frightening considering that adulthood was still very new to him. What life could be, he wasn't so sure of and hadn't been before that weekend. Finding his mother and falling for her had given him the sense of direction that his adoptive parents felt he lacked.
All of a sudden they couldn't have been happier for him, though they didn't know everything. They couldn't know. But where Marie had left such an impression on their boy that he now wanted to learn to drive, to find a well-paid job and to start thinking about his options, they were impressed by the effect she had.
Where did that motivation come from, they wondered? It didn't matter. What mattered was Dave Hanson handing Robert the keys to his first car and sending him on his way to see his mother for another weekend.
Robert nearly cried at that awesome gesture. Dad just shrugged it off like it was what all fathers did. He was so grateful and proud. Some kids never got much more than a kick in the ass and he had such friends.
Now that he knew Marie's story, thinking back to the life he might have had if she hadn't made such a costly sacrifice - a father who would most likely take food from a baby's mouth, or it's mothers, just to feed bad habits - Robert was ever grateful even just for the little things. So that car was a life-changing thing, as was the ability to see his mother when he wanted to.
'I know it doesn't look like much,' Dave Hanson said. He shrugged it off and slapped Robert playfully on the back. 'But there'll always be hard times and so little will get you so far. If you need a place to sleep, you've got your car. If you need easy money, you've got your driver's license. I had a lot of fun roughing it in my younger years though.'
'Following the band, right?'
'Back in the day,' Dave said with a shy grin of nostalgia. 'Don't tell that to your mother. It's not her most favourite story.'
'I love it, dad, thank you,' Rob gushed and just about held off embarrassing himself. He wanted to hug the old man. Dave was never that guy. That sort of thing he got from his mum, but Dave never had a bad bone in his body. He was just so absently aloof trying to do for Robert what his own dad hadn't done for him. Nonetheless he held out his hand for a handshake and showed his love with a strong hand.
'Just drive safe this weekend,' the old man added. 'Insurance will screw you left and right these days. You know that, though.'
3
Happiness like the soul hadn't known for so long proved a great motivator to Marie, too, who had taken to slogging it out at the gym across town three or four times a week to do something productive with the extra energy buzzing around inside her.
She started going later at night, not wanting Robert to give up his social life for want of hanging around the internet all night every night. As much as she'd have liked to, absence really did make the heart grow fonder where it was welcome.
And, besides, she was working on her new killer MILF body, wanting to please her man which she sometimes did with a sneaky photo after a stint in the sauna. Naturally shapely and greatly proportioned, she worked mostly on her butt and thighs and also to give her breasts a little more lift. The sexual tension made for great motivation specifically, as she discovered.
It was going on late-Autumn now on this fresh Thursday night and her two-piece black lycra workout setup was moist with perspiration, as was her impressive cleavage, one confident pencil-dick had observed.
Marie pounded the exercise bike's foot pedals into submission, revelling in the burn of her thighs, waist and glutes as her self-imposed tunnel vision reached out for something to work with. She was thinking about getting hot and sweaty with Robert in no time, and the way the clothes stuck to her skin as the sweat rolled off her back only served to enhance that most graphic daydream.
Her pussy ached, grinding hard against the bike's leather seat as she recalled that very first time she had taken her son's hard length and positioned him to join with her. If she wasn't careful she might have moaned aloud.
She had a naughty suggestion to propose to Robert when he got here. Depending on how his return visit went, and in what direction it went (maybe they would try to act more becoming of family from now on, or maybe they would want to have sex again), she would keep her dirty little daydream in mind and be wet and willing for him that moment.
That idea in turn led her back to the moment she took him in her bed that night, and the words on his lips as they crossed the line.
'Mom...'
'Hey, how you doing tonight,' her admirer said on his uncertain approach. He was all bleach blonde receding hair and black rim spectacles and clung to a sweat-stained blue towel - hung around his neck - with two skinny arms. 'I'm Dave...'
Marie stopped dead in her tracks. If anyone here was going to be accused of going nowhere fast she didn't want to be it. Dave, unfortunately for her, took this as a sign of progress. 'I, ummm... I was watching you.'
'Did I look fuckable, Dave?' Marie asked with only a paper-thin layer of patience. How she didn't cringe was beyond her own understanding. Maybe he was as creepy as he looked and sounded. Maybe he had no social skills, on the other hand, and preferred to work on his cock than his manners, or his dumbbells.
Dave offered an absurd smile while he stuttered in search of an answer. 'Ummm... well... I would...'
'You'd what, Dave?' Marie prodded, turning off the machine and touching the floor with her trainer-clad feet. 'You'd what?'
'I'd have to... Well, I'd have to see more,' Dave mumbled secretively. That time Marie did cringe, and to nail her point home she turned down the corners of her mouth and shuddered.
