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"Tim?" said Markus.

And the moment he said that Amanda figured that this wasn't Tim. "Mom?" he said with a grinning smile. "Who's Tim?"

"Mom?" said Amanda turning to Alison.

"Tim?" said Alison annoyed and cautious looking at Amanda with a an expression saying, '

What are you doing, bringing that up.'

and '

Who the fuck is Tim.'

And it didn't take long before she realized she was the one who mentioned Tim.

"Who's Tim?" he asked again.

"No one." Said Amanda. "I think I'm getting my names mixed up." She laughed awkwardly.

The fact that she lied to his face. In defence of his mother was a characteristic he adored in her. "I don't think you did." He said taking her hand and smiled. "I'm Markus." He said.

"Of course. You're her son." Said Amanda, awkwardly.

"Mom?" said Markus; "Who's Tim?" he asked. "Are you cheating on dad with some guy named Tim?" he asked with a grin.

"Shut up. Sit down." Said Alison, and then turned to Amanda, "Both of you." She confirmed.

"My fiancé, should be here soon, I think I'll leave." Said Amanda, not wanted to get in the bad light of Alison.

"Bitch!" said Alison, glaring at Amanda.

To which Amanda just sunk into the chair between the two. "Wow, mom!" said Markus, "Language."

"Oh shut up." She snapped and took her seat herself.

In the middle of all of this, none of them noticed that the waitress was still around. She awkwardly excused herself, "Please have a look at the menu, I'll return in a minute." She said and paced away.

The three of them didn't noticed the waitress being there until she said that. They couldn't have been more embarrassed at that moment.

"She's probably gonna make stories about this and talk about it for a long time." Said Amanda trying the break the silence.

Alison all but turned to stare at Amanda, and Markus took the opportunity to repeat his earlier question. "Who's Tim?" He asked, shifting between both women.

And when Alison turned to stare at him, he leaned towards Amanda and whispered, "Who's Tim?"

Alison knew if she was to let Markus keep going at it, something or the other might come out. "Tim is this guy, in the building, I've been talking to." She said.

"Talking to?" he repeated.

"Flirted with." Added Amanda.

"What the ff..." muttered Alison, surprised that Amanda was egging on.

"Sorry!" Reacted Amanda.

After another moment's silence. Alison noticed Amanda had her head bowed in outing her friend. And Alison took the opportunity to look Markus in the eyes and let him know what had happen. "Yes. We've flirted on and off in the building and two nights ago we had coffee." She said.

"Two nights ago?" he asked, knowing well that she spent the night with him. And realized what Alison had done.

"Yes." She said widening her eyes and nodding.

Markus nodded along and glanced at Amanda, before he spoke, "Well mom. I hope you're safe. And I hope he makes you happy." He said.

Completely taken aback by this, Amanda raised her head and turned to Markus, surprised. "He does." Alison said with a soft smile.

"He better. If not, he's gonna have me to deal with." Laughed Markus.

"Wait, that's it?" asked Amanda still in shock. "She just admitted that she's having an affair. And you're fine with it?"

"I'm sorry, who are you?" asked Markus.

"Markus, this is Amanda." She said.

"Okay?" he said.

"We work in the same office. I replaced her position." Alison said.

Markus held his silence for a moment before he spoke. "Given that she told you about the apparent guy she's having coffee with. I'm guessing you two are close." He said, "And I'm not sure how close the two of you are or how much she's told you of our family. But I can tell you this. I'm well aware of how distant she's grown with my dad over the years. Most kids don't think like this. But seeing mom at home on her own all day. Wasn't easy. Dad's always travelling. It wasn't easy. I've often wondered why they didn't bother getting a divorce. Things probably won't change much regardless." He confessed.

Amanda nodded, "I'm well aware of all that." She said.

"So you know." He said shifting between the two women.

"I do." Amanda, spoke meeting his eyes.

Markus met her eyes and could not believe all the dirty stuff they've talked about was about this woman sitting in front of him. He was raging a semi throbbing in his pants. "My mom and I are... Very close." He said, "I'll have her back no matter what." He said.

"What I would give to have a man in my life who supports me so much." She laughed.

"Aren't you engaged?" asked Alison. Stepping into their conversation.

"Bitch, shut up." Said Amanda, laughing.

"Did you just call my mother a bitch?" Markus asked faking a surprised look.

"You're not the only one close with your mother." Said Amanda with a little pride. "I'm close with her in ways you're not." She teased him, being a little flirty.

"If this was anyone else, I'd probably threaten to spank." He said, "Since you're a close friend. I think I'll let that slip." He teased.

"Maybe you shouldn't." she teased.

"What the fuck are you two doing?" blurted out Alison.

The flirting duo burst into laughter. "Come on, mom. Relax." He said.

Alison rolled her eyes and sat back. Grabbing the menu again.

Having already spoke about the threat of getting caught with someone. Both Markus and Alison were very cautious of every word they spoke. But Markus did make it a point to have fun. Flirting back with Amanda openly. Taunting the annoyed Alison was a quite the sight.

Just before the waitress came back, Amanda received a text from her fiancé, that he couldn't make it. Amanda was actually glad. She was having fun, with Alison and her son. He was bold and wasn't opposed to flirting back with her. Especially seeing how annoyed Alison got seeing them get along.

With a burst of laughter between the three of them, the waitress came over to take their order.

Despite the rough start, the three of them had a great time that night. They exited the restaurant together.

Markus wondered if Amanda knew about him and his mother and on the off chance she was fine with all of it. He could gain a threesome with them that night.

But all he could was wonder.

Less then an hour later the mother and son were in his apartment. In the dark. The rain pattering in the window and the traffic driving past shining a light at the ceiling. The mother and son, snuggling and naked staring at the ceiling and talking.

She shared every detail of her day with Markus. Even told him about the bending over to flash him.

Markus laughed, "You actually did that?"

"I did. And I don't know what it is. But once we started flirting, everything felt natural. And we just leaned into it." She said, "Hell, he asked me if I was wearing panties moment before me being over." She confessed.

"That guy sounds like a wild guy." Markus said. "And... he's married?"

"Yes. And he has a kid." She said. "Not sure if you can still call her a kid. I mean she's 19. He said."

"19?" repeated Markus. "She single?" he asked.

Alison, nipped his chest and grabbed his cock. Squeezing it tight, she hissed. "Fuck you." She giggled, getting defensive a little. And pecked his lips.

"Fuck you too, mom." He laughed and hissed when she squeezed it. "But I'm genuinely curious. You're making out with Amanda every day. Flirting with Dick at the office. And you have me." He said. "YOU are all I have."

"And am I not enough for you, baby?" she asked.

"It's not that, mom."

"Then what is it?"

"It's just that. Look, I'm happy you're having fun at work. But it looks like it's only a matter of time before you end up in bed with Dick. Seems inevitable. To me atleast."

"Look baby, I'm not going to do anything with Dick, if you have a problem. I hope you know that." She said.

"I know mom. But the thing is. I don't have a problem. Maybe I would have in the past. Before I got to taste your sweet pussy. But... not anymore. I mean."

"Why?" she asked. "Why aren't you bothered by it. Your father definitely would."

"It's different." He said.

Alison was a little offended. "How's it different. You're essentially telling me that you're not bothered that there's another man giving me attention even if there could be something between us."

"That's not what I said."

"Then what are you saying?" she asked, sitting up.

"With dad, there's a threat of Dick taking you away from him. In any relationship the guy is in defence when it comes to losing his woman to another man." He said. "But I'm your son. You're my MOTHER!" He stressed on the word. "You're still married to dad. But I'm fucking you regardless. I'm your son. I'll always be your son, irrespective of who you're fucking. It doesn't matter. What you and I have is way more special than anything you could ever have with another man, or dad. Or anyone. I'm your son and you're my mother and there's nothing anyone can ever do to change that fact. It's literally impossible for anyone to come between us, mom."

Alison's heart melted at how insightfully in depth he's thought about them and how much he loved her. She could not contain herself. "Baby..." she mumbled her words.

"What are you gonna do, adopt a guy and start fucking him too?" he laughed, "I mean, even then he's not gonna be me. I am YOUR boy!"

Alison mounted him and locked his lips with her to shut him up and show him how much she loved him.

The fact that she had him to support her through everything gave her a whole new sense of confidence. She rode him like a horse until he rolled on top of her and fucked her till the both of them came together. And passed out.

The next morning she woke up early and headed home. Markus was still asleep so she left him a text on her ride home. Still on enroute, her phone rang. It was Amanda.

"Good morning." She said picking up.

"I hear traffic. Where are you?" asked Amanda.

"I'm on my morning run." Lied Alison.

"Can we meet for lunch?" asked Amanda. She sounded hesitant. She was bold in the way she spoke. It was very unlike her.

"Sure. But why? What's wrong?" she asked, sensing the jitter in Amanda's voice.

"Nothing, I just wanna... Talk." She said.

"Well if it's really important, why don't you come over." Said Alison, "I'll be home in a bit." She said.

"Okay." She said. "Text me the address." She said.

Alison's cab just pulled up in front of her apartment, when she hung up. She texted her the address and headed up for a quick shower.

She stepped out wrapped in a towel and pulled open her panty drawer. A gust of laughter escaped her. She could not believe that just months ago, she was a suburban housewife who dressed for comfort. And here she was in a drawer full of tiny expensive underwear, not a single one for comfort what so ever.

Sifting through the panties, she found something in lace. The doorbell rang and she slipped it on quick and figured that it must be Amanda. She tossed the towel on the floor and slipped on her silk robe on the bed and rushed to the door.

"I think Jack's cheating on me." She announced waltzing right past Alison.

"Come on in why don't you." Mumbled Alison, closing the door.

"Lovely place." She said turning to kiss the woman.

The kiss was longer than it needed to be. Alison would usually stop it. But didn't. "Wow, what did I do to deserve that?" She joked about the kiss.

Amanda tossed her bag on the couch and sunk into it. "You got any wine?" she asked.

Alison was a little confused. She was all over the place. "What going on?" she asked.

"I think Jack's cheating on me." She repeated.

"I'm guessing by cheating on you, that Jack's your fiancé?" she asked.

"What?" she mumbled, "YES! Of course. You know that."

"I honestly didn't. Not until now." Said Alison. "You talk more about Dick than you do of your fiancé. Who I now know is called Jack. Infact, on the day of Nathan's party, when you guys interview me. I thought you were married." She confessed.

"What?" asked Amanda, confused. "Shut up." She said, "I talk about Jack." She said.

"You don't." Alison shrugged.

"Are you seriously telling me that I've spent more time talking about a guy I was having an affair with more than about the guy I vowed to get married to?"

"That's exactly right." She confessed, nodding.

"Are you fucking kidding me!" she yelled.

"What going on. What did you find out?" she inquired.

"I didn't find anything. You probably don't wanna hear this. But having had dinner with you and Markus was wonder. I really enjoyed Markus' company and I really like him." Amanda was looking at her confused through the whole thing. "Flirting with him was so fun. I was really turned on by the time we left. I came home and jumped on Jack. And he just kept pushing me away." She said.

"I'm sure he's had a long day and was just tired." Alison said. Consoling her.

"Hell I had a long day too. After we left the cab I took broke down and I had to walk half the way." She mumbled. "I was tired too. But I wanted to fuck. He didn't want me. I've read about it somewhere. Guy who reject a woman's advance is usually coz he's getting it somewhere else."

Amanda sounded like she was spiralling. She was talking fast. She wasn't crying but she sounded sad.

"How long have you two been engaged?" Alison asked her.

"Close to a year now." She said.

"So you've been fucking Dick while you were engaged to him?" she asked.

"Are you trying to make me feel more shitty?" Amanda asked surprised by the insinuation. Despite it being true.

"NO no. Relax. What I was trying to get to was. If you were fucking Dick during your time of engagement with Jack. Was it really all that serious?" she asked.

"Are you saying that I didn't love Jack? That it was a marriage of convenience?" Amanda fumed.

Alison was around enough affairs to know what's real and what isn't. "Basically, yeah." She confirmed.

"How dare you?" said Amanda, "How dare you throw that in my face. I thought I was here to see a friend." She grew defensive.

"Babe, listen to me." She said. "I'm not throwing anything in your face. I want you to have everything you want. I just hope you know what it is that you want." She said.

That made Amanda think for a moment. And in the silence. Alison, continued.

"You said that you threw yourself at, Jack. And he wasn't responsive of your advances, right?" she asked.

"Yeah." Amanda mumbled softly.

"Did you see any kind of indication what so ever. Other than him rejecting you last night. Has there ever been anything that gave you any kind of an indication that he might be cheating?" Alison, inquired.

"Well, no... But... This should be enough to tell that he isn't into me anymore." She fumed.

"What is it, that angers you so much. The fact that he rejected you last night. Or that he's probably fucking someone." Alison asked.

"It's not just that he rejected me last night. It's ME that he rejected." She said. "How dare he." She fumed. "I'm the best that he could get. And I agreed to marry him. And if he's out fucking someone else. That means that the guy I chose to settle for thinks he get can someone better than me." She fumed as she spoke. "HOW FUCKING DARE That BASTARD!" she yelled.

"Again, in case you haven't noticed. I'm not Jack. You don't need to yell at me." Alison joked.

Amanda just stared at her sad and turned away staring into empty space. "Even if he isn't cheating on me. What could possibly go through a guy's head to reject someone like me?" she asked. "I mean. I'm still good looking right?"

"Hell yeah you are." Alison cheered on, "Last night. Markus spent quite a bit of time staring at your chest. I just hope you weren't too bothered by that." She joked.

"I noticed." Blushed Amanda. "And what do you mean bothered? Would I be bothered that a tall handsome young guy has taken interest in me? FUCK NO!" she said.

"Well then, good. Whatever Jack's reason was, I'm sure you two can figure it out. Don't get upset over something, that could be nothing." Alison, consoled her friend.

"Yeah I guess you're right." She said.

"Of course I am." She bragged, "Markus always says that I'm the smartest woman he knows. So trust me." She joked.

"Speaking of. Is he single?" Amanda inquired.

"Yeah... Why?" she asked.

"Just ya know. Since I can't get back together with Dick. And since you two are apparently having your own little thing I don't wanna get in the middle of it. And I'm NOT gonna get anywhere close to Jack anytime soon. FUCK That guy." She mumbled. "I'm just wondering. If maybe, Markus could take care of some business for me." She teased.

"Are you really asking me if you can fuck my son?" Alison asked blatantly.

"More or less." She muttered, "Except, more. Not less."

"NO!" Declared Alison.

"Why not?" quipped Amanda.

"You don't think I'm good enough for Markus?" she quipped.

"That's not what I said." Alison, spoke. "If anything I'm you two would get along well. But..." Alison mumbled still contemplating all the dirty things Markus has spoken about Amanda's salacious ways without even having met her. And now that they have and how easily the two got along was only evident how perfect of a couple they would be.

"But what?" Amanda whined.

"You're engaged." She said. "I will not have my son be a home wrecker."

"A homewrecker?" said Amanda, "Do people call men as home wreckers?"

"I don't know. That's beside the point." Alison said.

"I understand. But we just jived so naturally." She said, "I mean. It's been a while since I was turned on, on a date like that." She confessed. "And I'm sure he's great in bed too." Amanda teased.

"Okay, you need to shut up, now." Alison, warned her. Not because she was disgusted by Amanda talking about sleeping with her son. But because she had so much to talk about how good he actually is in bed. She wasn't sure how long she could go without bragging about how great her son is at fucking.

"Come on, you're getting along with Dick, why can't I have Markus?" she whined.

"Stop it." Alison spoke sternly.

"You're such a bitch sometimes." Amanda said. Something that reminded Alison of the time when Markus said the exact same thing to her.

Alison laughed, "You literally asked if you could fuck my son, and I'm the bitch?"

"You are a bitch!" Amanda laughed along.

"Well, so are you then."

"Yeah, atleast I'm not the one flaunting my pussy at a guest." Amanda laughed starting down between Alison's legs.

"Oh my god. Bitch! Why didn't you say something?" Alison yelled, shoving the hem of her robe further between her legs trying to cover up.

"Come on it's just us. Show me. What kinda panties are those?" said Amanda batting Alison's hands off and lifting the hem of the robe to take another peek.

"Stop that." Alison said growing more cautious.

"Why, we're both girls here." Amanda said.

"So?" Alison muttered, "We're not lesbians."

"Come on, you haven't been even a little curious?" Amanda asked.

"Maybe in college. But not anymore." Alison confessed.

"That's what I thought." Amanda cheered, "No one who kisses that well hasn't done it before."

Alison grinned at Amanda's shenanigans. Got up off the couch, "What do you wanna drink?" she asked.

Watching Alison's hips sway, she teased, "That's right, shake it a little bit more. And bring me a beer." She spoke, mimicking a stereotypical macho men.