**I'd like to thanks Kristencloseted for editing my work. It's much appreciated. This is my second chapters to this story. The first chapter was originally issued under the name Whatcouldofbeen but I really didn't like that screen name so I switched to this one. I hope you all enjoy.**
1.
"Oh god Peter, how am I going to control myself around our son?" Rebecca said to her lost love when she was safely in her room, leaning against the door and trying to control her breathing. Her body was still trembling from the intense orgasm she had received from grinding herself against Matt's mighty cock. "He's so much like you and yet, so different."
Entering her bathroom, she started the water to the tub and started dragging her panties over her ass. The saturated gusset clung to swollen lips as she pushed them down her legs unit they finally settled on the floor where she kicked them into her laundry basket. She looked up into the mirror and the flushed woman she saw, a face she had not seen in a very long time. The woman staring back at her with her face and breasts glistening with her son's drying seed just radiated sex. She had opened these yearnings from deep within, which were going to be impossible to bottle again. She could still taste her son on her tongue, and it stirred a hunger that was not at all related to food. She brought her cum covered hand up to her mouth and licked herself clean like a pampered kitten, savoring every morsel.
"Get ahold of yourself Becky", she said to herself as she lowered her voluptuous body into the steaming tub. "What would Peter think of how your acting!"
Truth be told, she knew it would turn him on immensely, but if he was alive, her actions would be only for him. He had told her before he died that he didn't want her to waste away without him, but it had been over two years without a single date. She knew he would want her to move on, but with her son? Yes, Matt was perfect for her. He was smart, caring, and oh my god that cock, but he was also her son. Someone who society had decided long ago she wasn't supposed to be sexually attracted to. Yet, here she was. Rubbing her clitoris in the bathtub while imagining the look on her son's face as he stared wantonly at her body.
Her body continued to tremble as she thought of how she had been acting around her son since his return from the hospital. Strutting around with barely any cloths on. Draping herself over him like he was her husband. She had to admit to herself she craved the way he had been looking at her and that he had been filling all the roles a husband should have, all but one.
Whenever she felt down, Matt was there to make dumb jokes to make her smile. If she wanted to talk, he was always there to listen and they often stayed up late, talking for hours. Her cuddled up next to him while he held her close. Yes, she had been treating him as much more than her son for quite a while.
What had caused that? She didn't remember their relationship being this way before his accident. Was her almost losing him the cause? Of course, her maternal instinct caused her to faun on her baby since then, but that didn't explain her constant yearning to be near him, to smell his skin and his sweat after he got done lifting in his makeshift gym. Maybe it was because he was around her more. Before him falling, he would be out with his friends, on a date or off at school. Was his now spending every evening with her causing her to fall in love with him and not just the love of a mother, that was always there, but romantic love?
Was she taking advantage of him? Is she using his fragile state to turn him into a replacement of Peter? Was his overwhelming frustration with not being able to orgasm just an excuse for her to take things to a physical level? And then when he had made his confession, she had pounced on him like an insatiable cougar!
With those troubling thoughts flowing through her mind she finally realized that the bath water had gone cold. She had been sitting in the tub for quite a while pondering her current predicament. Sitting up and quickly scrubbing her face and body she settled with a final resolve. Getting out of the tub and drying herself she decided to wait and see. Now with Matt's head was clear of the weeks worth of baby batter that clouded his mind, maybe he wouldn't feel the same. The way he had been treating her and looking at her could all now be resolved and she could lock her own emotions away. She wasn't going to change her behavior because he would notice but she would pay attention and see if he has changed. If he still felt the same, she would know and they would take it slow so that he was sure she was what he wanted.
2.
I woke with a smile on my face the next morning. I hadn't felt better since before the accident and it was because of my loving, beautiful, sexy, vivacious mother. I still could hardly believe it had happened, but there on my stomach, chest and pubic hair was dry, flakey evidence; which made me smile even wider.
"I should probably get a shower." I said aloud to no one.
Throwing my legs over the edge of the bed and sitting up, I pulled my chair over to me and quickly transferred. With thoughts of my mother blaring in my head, my cock was already filling with blood. I wonder how long before I can get a repeat performance. Hopefully she wouldn't make me wait too long, but she obviously isn't going to fall between my legs every time I get an hardon; or maybe she will. She did get pretty worked up last night, and that kiss. Just the thought of it made my heart race. I had never felt anything like it. I hope I can convince her that she needs me as much as I need her.
I found myself sitting in the shower, stroking my cock, as flashes of my mother from last night, ran through my mind. Her long dark hair that, when she left it down, covered the left side of her face and flowed down her chest. The look in her mischievous blue eyes that I saw light up with lust and excitement; a look from her I had never seen before, but cannot wait to see again. Her delicate shoulders that tensed as she worked my cock like the most experienced pro. My mother was not a very large woman, only just over five foot, but she had curves you would find in one of those comic books I read as a child. Her breasts were almost too big for her; along with her wide, strong hips, and firm ass, but maybe they just appeared to be because of the dramatic decline of her slim waist. I remembered how my large hands fit perfectly on those hips as she straddled me and ground herself on my body. It was almost like they were made to be perfect fuck handles. I couldn't believe I hadn't noticed before the accident just how perfect she was. Shaking myself out of my reverie, I scrubbed myself quickly so that I could get out of the shower and see her again.
I pulled on some shorts and a t-shirt and rolled out of my room in search of my mother.
I found her where I knew she would be, in the kitchen, making my breakfast. She hadn't noticed me yet, so I sat and watched her as she stood at the stove humming. She wasn't wearing anything special, just a pair of shorts and a t-shit, but the shorts seemed to mold to her firm ass and the t-shirt was tight enough that they hugged her waist and seemed ready to explode at her chest. With her hair up in a pony tail, she looked good enough to eat. It's a wonder that I wasn't drooling, but I do think I must have stopped breathing because I was suddenly light headed.
She must have felt my presence because she turned to look at me with a smile that could light up a city in a power outage.
"Hey you. Did you sleep well baby?"
"Like a log. I don't think I moved an inch after you left last night. I must have passed right out."
"I know, when I looked in on you this morning you were in the exact same position you were in when I left and still covered in your cum. I'm glad you finally took a shower, piggy." She teased as she turned back to the stove.
I couldn't resist, so I slid over to her, slipped my hand around her waist and pulled her down into my lap.
"Hey there big guy, be careful, I could have burned you."
"I know mom, I just needed to hug you." I said as wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her against my chest and gave her a kiss on the nape of her neck. "I love you." The feel of her breasts pressing down on my arm caused my cock to throb against her ass.
"Mmmm, I love you too. Is that a log in your pants or are you just happy to see me?" She chuckled as she turned sideways in my lap to wrap her arm around my shoulder and kiss me on my forehead.
"I don't think I will ever be able to control that around you mom. You're so beautiful." I said as I looked up into her bright blue eyes.
"Awww, thank you baby," She gushed and then gave me a too quick kiss on the lips. "but you are being awfully familiar for someone who is supposed to be trying to control himself. Remember what I said last night? Now let me finish breakfast before it burns. With all that protein you were throwing around last night, you'll need to replenish your supply." She giggled as she struggled from my grasp and off my lap.
"Fine," I pouted as I rolled over to the table, "but I've been thinking."
"Oh, and what have been thinking about?"
