All characters in this story are at least eighteen years old.
Wrong Number
Part 2
She buried her face into her pillow again. Lisa began to berate herself for listening to Monica's suggestion that she seduce her son. She remembered her words, "Having sex with your son is an experience
every
mother should have!" She remembered being entranced by those words and the idea of it had merit at the time.
Lisa had reluctantly given her husband permission to have sex with Monica after they role played that scenario during an energetic romp in the sack. She met Monica while accompanying her husband to his business socials. Lisa remembered her being friendly and knew she probably was attracted to her husband. She was the one who brought up Monica during one of their extra-heated sexual escapades. She thought role playing a threesome would be a fun new addition to their bedroom antics. When he took it beyond that, she resisted him at first. After some discussion and the introduction of the possibility that Monica might want to join them both one day, she agreed.
That possibility eventually came to light. As she understood it, he had gone to her after he was off work early one day. He told her he went there to have sex with her, but Monica wanted to bring Lisa into the fold. She had him take several pictures of the intimate parts of her body and send them to his wife. She remembered receiving the images while at work and enjoyed looking at Monica in a new way. She told her husband she was sold on the idea, and they all soon got together.
After a few threesomes with her new lover, Monica broached the idea of Lisa seducing her son. Lisa initially rejected the idea, but then embraced the exciting concept after very little coaching. She thought about it for days and even masturbated to the idea a few times. She methodically went through all the possibilities. Each one had its merits and its downfalls. Ultimately, she decided to go through with it thinking she could justify it with him being of legal and consenting age and that it would just be sex. Since he was an adult, she knew their relationship had already transcended to a new level.
"What's the worst that could happen?" she convinced herself.
With that, she hatched a plan to seduce her son and moved forward with it until the moment in the shower where it became too real. Until that moment, she had never touched him, and he had never touched her. It was teasing. She could tease him a little and he could tease her a little and it was a fun little game they played. When the games were over, it was always back to the mother and son relationship they had always known.
Even when weakness struck Greg during a time when she thought him to be a man in charge, she watched him devolve back into his submissive role as the son and not her man. Then came the way he started addressing her. Her first name was for her peers, not her son. There he was, though, standing in the shower with his hand on his cock, addressing her so informally as he coaxed her into giving in. Then in her delirium, he put her flesh on his and she couldn't handle it.
"What can I do?" he asked his wife.
She continued to grip the pillow but turned to face her husband.
"I've ruined everything!" she lamented. "He's seen more of me than he should have, and I can't repair that!"
"I don't think he sees it that way, babe," her husband said as he comforted her.
She swiped her face against the pillow to dry the tears on her face.
"No one should see their mother in a sexual way," she said to him.
He knew she was right but proceeded to get her back on track. He knew, based on what she had said before that it was something she genuinely wanted.
"You love him, and he loves you. He's always loved you without doubt, question or reservation. You said he wants you in that way, so where is the problem?" he asked innocently.
She became agitated, "I touched his dick and that's when I realized I can't do it!"
"Was it the touch or was it something that was said that turned you away?" he asked.
She thought for a moment and came to the realization that perhaps it was a combination of factors that changed her mind. Calling her by her name was one thing and her touching him was another. Both contributed to her despair.
"He took over orally and physically. He called me by my name," she admitted.
"So, he caught you off guard?"
Her husband's words spoke to her.
"Maybe I'm misreading things," she wondered to herself.
"I'll be right back," her husband said before getting off the bed and walking out of the room.
She laid in her bed thinking about what she had done and fell back into the tear-filled status she was in before. She found herself upset at herself more for losing her footing in the game than she was for even starting it.
She began to feel her mood lighten when her son walked into her room. He hesitantly knocked on the door before letting himself in. He walked up to her and she made no effort to hide her emotional state. He approached the bed and knelt beside it as he ran his fingers through her hair.
"Mom, you know I love you no matter what and that wouldn't change if our relationship went to the next level."
She opened her bloodshot eyes, "I love you, Greg."
"I love you too, Mom."
He never enjoyed seeing his mother in despair but given everything that had been happening between them, he was worried things would reset back to where he was just the son of a mother who had a loving husband who provided everything she needed in bed.
His hand roamed from her head to her shoulders and further down her body until it rested on her hip.
"What are you upset about?" he asked.
His father came to get him. He didn't say what had happened to her. He told his son that she was upset and wanted him there to comfort her.
She sniffled before training her eyes to his, "I shouldn't have allowed any of this to happen and I've ruined everything."
He was confused. "What did you ruin, Mom?" he asked, halting the use of her first name.
She sat up slightly and looked beyond her son, "Please go close the door."
Greg went to close the door and sat next to his mother on the bed when he returned.
"What are you thinking about, Mom?"
She debated what to tell him. She sat thinking as she watched the minute changes in the expressions on his face.
"Mom?"
"Remember when I told you the woman I was with was Monica?"
He nodded.
"Well, let me go back further than that. You remember I told you that you were part of a bigger plan?"
He nodded again; unsure what things were about to be revealed to him.
"Your father and I have been adventurous for a little while now and Monica was our first venture into bringing someone else into our relationship."
"Okay," he said, not seeing anything amiss about that confession. "A lot of people do that."
"I know, Greg, listen," she started, "After a few sessions with her, she began to introduce new kinks into something we already enjoyed."
She wanted to see if he would guess what it was without having to make her say it out loud. When he didn't, she continued.
"One night, she admitted to having sex with her oldest son. She told me it would be an adventure that would never be matched by anything else."
Greg's face lit up as if everything in the world suddenly made sense.
"This is beginning to make more sense," he said.
"I would imagine so," she said, "and I was okay with giving it a try if I thought you would be interested. When I found out you were, I got bold and teased you a lot."
He chuckled at her, "yes, you did."
That brought a quick smile to her face, "It was all going so well, I thought, until just a little bit ago when you had me touch you in the shower."
"You touched me in my room, though?" he offered.
"It's not the same. I touched your skin and it shocked me back to the world as it should be, not some ridiculous fantasy!"
He squeezed her hip gently, "Mom, you showed me all of you. You teased and you were playful with me. How is all that okay but touching me like you just did is the worst thing?"
She put her hand under the covers and pressed it against his. She didn't have an answer to his question.
