Chase and his mother are forced to share a motel room and a bed. The inevitable happens.
It's Just for One Night
Chase strode into the kitchen from the backyard, the door banging shut behind him. Cool kitchen air brushed over his bare chest and legs, raising goosebumps on the sweat still clinging to his skin. He ran a hand through his dark, curly hair, reached deep into the fridge and pulled out a beer so cold the can stung his palm.
Nicole eyed her son from across the kitchen. He had grown up so fast, she thought. Where did those sexy, muscular shoulders come from? His father had been such a mousy man—an accountant in an accountant’s body. Eight months had passed since the divorce, yet she still caught herself moving through the house like a guest in her own life.
A sheen of sweat from the late-morning heat glistened on the hard lines of Chase’s bulging muscles, giving him a dangerous, bad-boy vibe. Nicole was glad he had decided to spend his summer college break with her. “Hot out there?” she asked.
“I love the summer heat,” Chase said, cracking open the can. “Makes me feel alive.” His sparkling eyes seemed to penetrate her, like he could read her thoughts. He raised the beer to his lips and Nicole watched his Adam’s apple bob. Her gaze followed the motion, then drifted lower, over his taut chest, admired his flat belly, down to the heavy outline pressing against the front of his cargo shorts. Heat rose in her cheeks, but she didn’t look away.
Chase felt her eyes on him. Girls at college stared like that, but this was his mom. He told himself he was imagining it. Still, she looked good—blonde and petite, with soft curves at her hips and chest that her loose clothes couldn’t quite hide.
“Mowing’s done. Just need to apply the finishing touches with the string trimmer and blow off the walks. My bag’s all packed, so after a quick shower we can begin our epic road trip.”
“You’re being a bit dramatic, but it should be fun. Your aunt Sandy’s got the whole weekend planned. She wants us there in time for lunch tomorrow.”
Chase liked his aunt Sandy. Only a couple of years younger than his mom, she was attractive in the same way. Like his mom, Sandy’s marriage hadn’t worked out, and she had been single for four or five years. She had a daughter, Aria, who was almost three years younger than Chase. Aria was a freshman in college and would be home for the summer—adventurous, a ton of fun, and sexy as hell.
He planned to drive until about eight, then stop for the night. That should get them to Sandy’s house a little before noon the next day.
“I should be ready to go in about an hour,” Chase said. He drained the remainder of the beer, then crushed the can in one meaty hand. He tossed it into the recycling bin before heading back outside.
Nicole was left leaning against the kitchen wall feeling flushed and dazed. She never expected to be affected by her son the way she was now. Since her divorce, she had ceased to care what men thought of her. When she dressed to do errands she gravitated toward old comfortable clothes. Well, to be brutally honest, she dressed like a slob. She dealt with her frustrations by taking up running and she cared less about food, so her body was in the best shape since her teens. This was the first time she had gone anywhere since she was single again, and she wanted to flaunt her svelte body; maybe even cut loose a little. She had done some shopping to freshen up her wardrobe. She didn't want Sandy to see how pathetic she had become.
In her bedroom, she opened her suitcase, folded each article of clothing and placed them carefully inside. The items she had purchased surprised even her. A couple light, short sundresses, a shimmery black cocktail dress, tight leggings that ended mid-calf, and several pairs of hot pants. Lastly she picked up a new off-white baby-doll nightie. It had looked nice in the store, but holding it up to the light, she was surprised how sheer it really was. She almost put it back in the drawer in favor of her old drab cotton sleeper. “What the heck,” she said out loud to herself. “Nobody will see this but me.” She tossed it in quickly and closed her suitcase before she changed her mind. She liked the way it made her feel to wear something sexy like that. She just wanted to feel like herself again.
They loaded the car and pulled out of the driveway under the bright afternoon sun. The highway stretched away ahead of them, and for the first couple of hours the conversation stayed easy—college stories, funny memories, and plans for the weekend at Sandy’s. But as the miles rolled on, a different kind of energy began to settle between them.
Nicole looked over at her son behind the wheel. He looked sharp in his nice jeans, black T-shirt and dark sunglasses. Even seated in the car, she noticed a prominent bulge. The hem of her new sundress was riding up her creamy thighs, and she suppressed the instinct to smooth it down. This had not escaped Chase’s notice. He glanced at her more frequently, when he thought she wasn’t looking.
“Man, sitting this long kills my back,” she said, letting out a sigh.
“Yeah. My legs are cramping too.”
“Wait until you get to be my age. Everything tightens up,” Nicole said with a laugh.
“You talk like you're an old person. You're not old,” he said. “You’re kinda intense… in a good way.”
Nicole enjoyed the attention she was getting, even if he was her son. His compliments made her feel sexy. He kept glancing at her, thinking that his dark glasses concealed his interest. But she had noticed, and decided to play into the game and give him something worth looking at. She folded her arms behind her head, jutting her tits out and stretched to relieve the kinks. This caused the hem of her sundress to ride even higher, just short of exposing her underpants.
“You keep looking,” she said with a teasing smile. “Is there something on my face?”
Chase grinned, knowing he had been busted. His eyes flicked briefly to her legs before returning to the road. “No… you just look really nice today. That dress is a good change from the usual. It suits you.”
Nicole felt a pleasant warmth spread through her. “Why, thank you.” She smoothed the fabric over her thigh, letting the compliment linger. “I’m glad you like it. That’s nice to hear.” She tilted her head, studying him. “You’re not looking so bad yourself, you know. Maturity has treated you kindly. I don’t know where you got those broad shoulders and biceps from, though.”
He chuckled, shifting slightly in his seat. “Yeah? I’ve caught you noticing a few times lately. Made me wonder if you approve.”
“Maybe I do,” she replied lightly, a playful glint in her eye. “It’s hard not to notice when you walk around the house without a shirt. You’ve turned into quite a looker.” She paused, then added with gentle teasing, “Just don’t let it go to your head.”
Chase’s smile widened, his voice taking on a warm, flirtatious edge. “Too late. Now I’m going to be thinking about that all afternoon.”
The banter continued like that for miles—light, teasing comments about how they looked, how the years had changed them, and playful jabs that carried just enough spark to make the car feel smaller and warmer. Nicole found herself crossing and uncrossing her legs, a subtle flutter building low in her belly. Chase found himself gripping the wheel tighter, without meaning to. The tension grew for both of them aware of each other in a new way.
Conversation lagged and Chase reached for the radio knob. His mom had always loved music. An ’80s station drifted out of the speakers. The DJ announced the next song, Earth and Fire performing “The Weekend.” Chase bobbed his head to the beat and Nicole mouthed the words as she sang along, snapping her fingers during the chorus.
When the song finished, Nicole remarked, “Wow. That song brings back memories.” She sat staring straight through the windshield.
“That song is… a vibe,” Chase remarked, in awe.
Nicole wondered what the song brought up for him, but before she could ask him about it, the first sultry chords of “Need You Tonight” cued up. As the song played, she felt warmth spread throughout her body. Chase sensed the growing tension in the car, afraid to look at his mom now.
When the song ended, Nicole turned off the radio, frowning at the passing scenery. “None of this looks familiar…” She picked up her phone and checked the map. “Oh shit. I had looked up information about a winery, and now that is set as our destination instead of Sandy’s.” She groaned, changing the destination and updating the route.
“How far off are we?” Chase inquired.
“Looks like about an hour.” She looked at Chase. “I’m so sorry,” Nicole said. “We should push an extra hour tonight to stay on schedule. Do you want me to drive?”
“I’m fine. Why don’t you figure out where we should stop for the night and book our hotel rooms?” Chase suggested.
After significant time searching online and a few phone calls, Nicole put her phone down. “Because of a ball game in the area, there seems to be only one solitary room available in the whole area: the Greenbriar Motor Lodge.”
“What the hell is a motor lodge?” he asked.
She ignored his question. He would figure it out soon enough. “It’s cheap, a few miles off the highway, but it's the only room around and it only has one queen bed. We'll just have to figure it out.”
They arrived around 9:00, road-weary and glad to finally stop. The room was small, worn and dated but clean. There was a bed, a single nightstand, and a wooden chair on which she plopped her suitcase.
“I can sleep on the floor,” Chase offered.
Nicole scanned the scant floor space and the thin carpet. “Nonsense. It’s just one night,” she said, offering a tired smile. “We can share the bed. I promise not to bite or hog the covers.”
Nicole disappeared into the bathroom to shower and get ready for bed. Chase lay on his back, hands laced behind his head, eyes fixed on the ceiling. The thin walls did little to muffle the sounds. Water hissed. Fabric rustled. He swallowed hard as his mind immediately supplied the images. She was peeling off her clothes right now—tossing her sundress aside, reaching back to unhook her bra. He pictured her full breasts spilling free, swaying heavily with every movement.
What color are her nipples? The thought wouldn’t leave him. Creamy brown areolas? Or small, strawberry-pink ones that tightened at the slightest touch? He imagined her pinching them herself, rolling them between her fingers under the hot spray.
The shower curtain rings scraped along the rod. She was stepping into the spray. Chase’s breathing grew shallower. In his head he watched her lather up, soap suds glide over her skin—down the curve of her breasts, across her stomach, slipping between her thighs. Broad strokes of a washcloth, tensions eased away under the spray.
The water shut off. Silence fell, thick and heavy. Steam curled around the room. Water beading on her smooth skin, running down in rivulets, trickling between her breasts, down her flat belly, and through the slit between her legs. Did she shave? He doubted it. Maybe a neat, trimmed patch. Or something wilder that a man would have to part with his fingers to explore.
He shifted on the bed, trying to ignore the ache between his legs as it twitched impatiently.
Nicole reached into her suitcase for her pajamas and her stomach dropped. Her fingers brushed only the delicate silk of the new nightie she had bought on impulse. No pajamas. Just this. Heat flooded her face as she pulled the short, off-white slip from the bag.
“This can't be,” she thought to herself, panic rising. She rifled through the suitcase, searching for the cotton pajamas that she knew weren't there. “Didn't she pack a robe?” She knew that she hadn't. Straightening, she came to the realization that she had no options.
She slipped into the nightie. The silky fabric slid cool against her skin and settled lightly over her body. She glanced down. Her nipples stood out clearly against the thin material, the darker outline of her areolas impossible to miss.
“Should I wear a bra?” The question barely formed before she dismissed it. She would never sleep in one. Turning sideways in the mirror, she studied her profile, the short hem barely covering the curve of her bottom. She grimaced.
“Fuck it,” she whispered. “The lights will be out and Chase will already be asleep.” She told herself.
She normally slept sans underwear, but not tonight. She needed the extra clothing if she were sharing a bed with her son. She slipped on a pair of white cotton panties, the plain fabric a small comfort against the revealing silk.
She switched off the bathroom light and eased the door open. “Oh shit,” she cursed under her breath. The bedside lamp was on, and Chase lay awake, staring at the ceiling. “Great. Just great,” she thought.
Nothing left to do but go for it. She stepped into the room on light feet, arms tucked tight against her sides to minimize her breasts from jiggling under the thin silk. The short hem brushed the tops of her thighs with every movement. From the corner of her eye, she caught Chase’s head turning, his surprised gaze as he spied her.
She rounded the bed as quickly as she dared, yanked back the covers, and slid in beside him. The sheets felt cool against her bare legs, but it wasn't enough to negate the heat of his gaze upon her.
“Are you staring at me?” she snapped, heat flooding her cheeks. The words came out sharper than she intended. This isn’t fair of her. It’s not his fault. We’re only in this tiny room because of my poor planning.
She glanced down and felt a fresh wave of embarrassment — her nipples were blatantly hard, straining against the thin white silk like they were begging for attention. The motel AC was blowing directly on her, making the damp fabric cling coldly to her skin.
“Sorry, Mom.” Chase’s voice was low and rough as he got up. His cock was already thickening, pressing insistently against his boxers. He hadn’t known she owned something like that. The nightie was criminal — so short it showed the soft, rounded underside of her ass cheeks with every step, and those full tits looked obscene in the sheer fabric, jiggling heavily, the dark shadows of her areolas clearly visible. He could still smell the faint floral scent of her freshly showered body.
The bathroom door clicked shut behind him as he stood gripping the edge of the sink, breathing hard. Pissing was going to be a challenge. His cock throbbed angrily in his hand as he tried — and failed — to think of anything except the way her nipples had poked so obviously against that flimsy material.
Nicole had been shocked when Chase left the bed for the bathroom. His cock was pushing against his boxers, swinging heavily with every step. She quickly turned off the lamp so she wouldn’t see him when he returned—and so she could conceal her embarrassment. She heard him brush his teeth, urinate, wash his hands, then the door opened, the bathroom light went dark with a snap of the light switch, and he carefully made his way back to bed in the dark.
“Good night, Chase,” she said, her back to him. “I’m so sorry for snapping at you. I didn’t mean it, I was just embarrassed.”
“No worries, mom. G’night,” he echoed, turning his back to her.
Nicole lay in the silence, eyes wide, unable to unsee what she had seen. Was he really that big? Had he gotten hard because of her? She could hear his breathing and feel the heat radiating from his body. The room was cool; the thing she missed the most about being single was not having someone to cuddle with in bed. She knew it was a terrible idea to think of doing that with Chase. His breathing sounded faster and heavier than it should.
Chase stared into the darkness. His mother’s sweet, feminine scent filled his nostrils. The image of her in that tiny nightie was burned into his brain forever. His dick grew painfully hard. Sleep felt impossible. He kept trying to push the image away, but it returned stronger, his mind embellished with more detail the more time passed.
He became restless, rolling over repeatedly. Facing her made her scent and body heat even more intense. Lying on his back or stomach didn’t help. The longer it went on, the more sleep eluded him.
Nicole noticed her son’s restlessness. She suspected the reason—and felt the same tension herself. It had been a long time since a man had desired her. It felt good to have Chase notice her in this way… but at the same time she felt guilty. This was her son. Still, an ache throbbed at her core. She worried about Chase; they both needed their sleep. Minutes stretched.
For the twelfth time that night, Chase rolled over. The mattress dipped, and suddenly his body was flush against hers. Nicole’s breath hitched as she felt it—his cock, scorching hot and rigidly stiff, pressing firmly into the soft curve of her ass. At first she told herself it was his thigh. Then it twitched against her, thick and unmistakably needy, and denial became impossible.
The thin cotton of her panties offered almost no protection. She could feel every throbbing inch of him, the velvety skin stretched tight, the heavy pulse alive, beating against her. A moment later he shifted again, sliding his naked length slowly up the cleft of her ass cheeks—subtle at first, almost hesitant—then with growing, desperate intensity. The friction dragged a low, stifled groan from deep in his chest.
She was so damn tired. But every time his thick shaft slid in her crack it sent sparks of unwanted heat blooming low in her belly. Her nipples pebbled tight and aching. Slickness gathered between her thighs despite herself.
Chase’s breathing had grown ragged, warm and uneven against the nape of her neck. His hips rocked in a slow, hungry rhythm now, using the thin barrier of her panties like it was the only thing keeping him from losing control completely.
Nicole squeezed her eyes shut, torn between shoving him away and pressing back into the delicious pressure.
Nicole let out a tired sigh, her body still humming with traitorous arousal. “Please. Just… go to the bathroom and take care of it. There’s lotion in my bag—the small white bottle. Take it. We both need to sleep.”
“I can’t,” Chase whispered, shame heavy in his voice. “I’m sorry, Mom… I can’t do it with you right here in the room.”
The word ‘Mom’ sent a fresh wave of guilt through her. Silence stretched, filled only by their uneven breathing.
“Chase… Do you have an erection?”
He didn’t answer. She reached over and turned on the lamp. Chase looked mortified as the soft light revealed everything. His cock strained through the fly of his boxers, thick, veined, and pulsing with need.
“Oh my…” Nicole breathed. Heat flooded her face—and lower. “That’s… that’s a very big problem, baby.”
Chase swallowed hard, voice dropping to a desperate whisper. “Can I just put it in your pussy? Just for a minute. I need to feel you so bad.”
Nicole’s heart lurched. “No, Chase,” she said firmly, even as her thighs pressed together. “We can’t do that. That’s too far. I’m your mother.”
But he didn’t pull away. The burning head of his cock nudged against her thigh, leaving a slick trail of precum. “Please, Mom,” he begged, voice cracking. “Just the tip. I’ll only put the head in for a little while and then I’ll stop. I promise. I’m losing my mind here… I can’t sleep, you can’t sleep. You need this too. We’re both suffering. Tell me you're not getting wet yourself. Just let me put the head inside you so we can finally relax. No one has to know. It’s just us.”
Nicole closed her eyes, a storm raging inside her. This is wrong. So wrong. She was exhausted, aching, and shamefully wet. The maternal part of her wanted to protect him—and protect their relationship—from crossing this line. But his words hit deep. She was soaked. Her clit throbbed with every heartbeat. The thought of even just the tip of that thick cock stretching her entrance made her inner walls clench with desperate need.
She turned her head away, biting her lip hard. “Chase… no. We shouldn’t.”
He noted that she did not maintain eye contact. He sensed a tiny crack in her resistance. He pressed a little closer, the heavy heat of him so close to where she ached. “Mom… please. I’m begging you. Just the head. One minute. Then we turn off the light and pretend it never happened. I’ll pull out right after.”
Nicole’s breath trembled. The exhaustion, the unbearable tension, and the forbidden thrill finally cracked her resistance.
Nicole didn't answer immediately. Chase held his breath, awaiting her response. “Just the tip,” she whispered at last, voice barely audible, cracked with need. “And just for a little while. Then we sleep. Word of this must never leave this room. Understand?”
“Yes,” Chase breathed, the raw relief he felt evident in his voice.
Nicole’s heart hammered as she rolled onto her side, turning her back to him. “This is insane.” She thought. “I should stop this right now.” But her body moved almost on its own. She drew her knees up slightly, presenting herself, then hooked trembling thumbs into her panties and slid them down to her knees. Cool air kissed her soaked folds, making her shiver. There was equal parts shame and anticipation as she waited for Chase to make his move.
She didn’t have long to wait. The thick, spongy head of his cock brushed against her, gliding through her slickness with ease. He teased back and forth along her slit, coating himself in her arousal, bumping against her swollen clit until she had to bite her lip to stay quiet.
“Go easy,” she whispered, voice shaky. “It’s been a while… and only the tip, Chase. You promised.”
He pushed forward slowly. The fat head stretched her entrance, popping inside with a slick, tight pressure that made her eyes flutter shut. “Oh…” A soft, helpless gasp escaped her. He felt so much thicker than she’d imagined—hot, solid, and pulsing against her sensitive walls. Pleasure rippled outward, more wanton than she wanted to admit.
Chase stayed perfectly still, buried just at her entrance, his chest heaving against her back. His breath was hot and ragged against the nape of her neck. “Fuck, Mom…” he groaned softly, voice thick with emotion. “You’re so warm… so silky… so incredibly wet for me. It feels better than I ever dreamed. I can feel you squeezing me.”
His big, rough hands settled on her waist, holding her possessively. Nicole bit down hard on her lip, fighting the moan rising in her throat. Her inner walls fluttered and clenched around his thick head despite herself. This is my son. My baby. The forbidden thrill ignited her lust, making her wetter.
“That’s… enough,” she managed, barely above a whisper. “You need to pull out now, sweetheart.” It took all her resolve to get the words out.
But Chase didn’t pull back. Instead, he rocked forward with aching care, sinking another slow inch into her. Then another. The stretch was exquisite, the heat almost overwhelming. Nicole’s breath hitched sharply as his cock pressed against that sensitive spot deep inside, sending sparks shooting up her spine. Her toes curled tightly. A trickle of her arousal leaked down her thigh.
“Chase…” she whimpered, half protest, half plea, even as her hips gave the tiniest, traitorous push back against him.
“Don’t stop,” Nicole whispered before she could stop herself. The words slipped out, heavy with need. Her hand reached back, resting on his hip—not pushing him away, but encouraging him closer, her fingers digging in with quiet desperation. “Just… a little more. It feels so good.”
Chase let out a low, trembling groan against her neck. “Mom…” He eased forward slowly, sinking inch after thick inch into her slick, welcoming heat until he was buried to the hilt. The stretch for Nicole was overwhelming—full, deep, and intimately perfect. Her breath caught, eyes squeezing shut as her inner walls fluttered and clenched around every throbbing vein.
“Like this?” he asked, voice husky and reverent. “Tell me if it’s too much. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“It’s not too much,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. Heat burned in her chest even as her body betrayed her again—she pushed back against him, taking him even deeper. Obscene, wet sounds filled the quiet room as he began to rock in and out with slow, careful thrusts. “That feels so good, Chase… right there.”
His hand tightened on her waist, pulling her closer as he rocked into her with a steady rhythm. Skin pressed against skin. His breath was hot and ragged against her shoulder.
“You’re so tight around me, Mom,” he groaned softly, voice thick with emotion. “So silky, warm and slick… I love how you feel. We are made for this.”
Any remaining reluctance that Nicole might have felt melted beneath waves of pleasure. “Let’s go at this differently,” she whispered, pulling forward until he slipped out of her. Chase’s heart sank at the loss of her incredible warmth, hating to let her go.
She threw the covers back and slid her panties the rest of the way down her long legs. Then she rolled onto her back and opened her thighs for him. Soft golden light filtered through the thin curtains, caressing her naked skin and the glistening folds of her spread pussy. She was a vision, her skin illuminated with a golden glow as if from within.
Chase quickly shed his boxers, his cock still slick and shining with her juices. He moved between her trembling thighs, mesmerized. Her creamy skin was flushed, her pussy open and ready for him.
He dipped his head and planted gentle kisses along the inside of her thighs. This was unexpected and her breathing quickened. The warm, musky scent of her arousal filled his senses. Gooseflesh rose wherever his lips touched. He cupped her ass cheeks in his large hands and kissed her outer lips before dragging his broad tongue, light and slowly up the center of her sex.
Nicole moaned, hips lifting off the bed. Taking another stroke up the middle of her pussy with his tongue, applying a little more pressure. He continued to eat her out, taking his time—licking, circling her clit, finally sliding a thick finger inside her, curling it against her front wall. Her moans grew louder and more desperate until she finally cried out, shuddering hard as she came, her juices coating his chin.
When her orgasm subsided, Chase moved upward. He opened the three buttons of her nightie and spread the fabric wide, exposing the globes of her soft, full breasts. “Wow…” he breathed. He cupped them in both hands, pushing them together, then lowered his lips between them. He kissed the valley between them before taking one nipple deeply into his warm, wet mouth, sucking gently. Nicole gasped and moaned, cradling his head to her chest as he switched to the other breast, kissing and nursing with a hunger that did not originate in his stomach.
Her nipples were wet and tingling when he finally pulled back. Nicole looked down between the twin peaks of her breasts, flushed and aching with need. Her nipples glistened, wet with his saliva. She opened her legs wider, trying to signal to Chase what she wanted.
Chase moved back down between her thighs. She spread them even more, then drew her knees back toward her chest, completely opening herself to him. Looking into her eyes, he slowly pushed two fingers inside her while his tongue returned to her clit. He worked her with steady, confident strokes. Her hands fisted the sheets and her head thrashed side to side in the throes of her pleasure. She came again the second time, more vocal this time.
“Oh god, Chase… I want to feel you inside me again,” she whispered when she could speak.
She pulled him on top of her, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him with raw passion. He guided his throbbing cock back to her entrance and pushed in slowly, inch by inch, groaning at the tight heat. When he was fully sheathed, he stilled, knowing he would not last long.
Nicole longed to feel him come, spilling his seed deep inside of her. She wanted him to claim her as his own. They were not using protection, and she didn’t care. She would gladly have his baby. On second thought, that might not be so smart, but there was also the morning after pill; Plan B she heard it called.
“Fuck me, Chase. Fuck me harder!” She urged him, pulling her knees back against her chest to increase the intensity of his thrusts.
Her words ignited him. He thrust faster, deeper, skin slapping wetly against skin as the bed creaked beneath them. Nicole met every stroke, lost in the overwhelming fullness and the forbidden thrill of her son moving inside her.
Chase's thrusts became erratic. He felt himself losing control. His balls drew up, the head of his penis swelled. Then at the last possible second he pulled out, stroking himself as thick ropes of cum pulsed across her body—landing on her breasts, her belly, and dripping down her thighs.
Nicole looked down at the warm mess, tracing a finger through a thick strand on her breast and swirled it around her nipple. A strange, tender smile touched her lips. Part of her felt disappointed he hadn’t finished inside… but another part felt a rush of affection at his restraint.
Chase panted above her, taking in the sight. “That’s so sexy,” he murmured. Nicole dipped her finger into a small pool of the thick, pearlescent cum in her navel, brought it to her lips. Her eyes were locked on his as she put her finger deep in her mouth. She said nothing, only smiled softly at him as he watched.
He slipped away briefly and returned with a warm, damp washcloth, gently cleaning her skin with careful, loving strokes.
When he finished, Chase slid back into bed and pulled the covers over them. He spooned her tightly, exactly the way she loved, and pressed a lingering kiss to the back of her neck.
“I love you so much,” he whispered.
Exhaustion and contentment washed over them both. Still wrapped in each other’s shared warmth, mother and son drifted into a deep, peaceful sleep.
Morning:
Nicole sat bolt upright, light streaming in through the thin cotton curtains. What time is it? Like raging floodwaters, everything came roaring back into focus. Where is Chase? Then she heard the shower go silent, and rustling as he towelled off.
She leapt out of bed. They were going to be late getting to Sandy’s house. She was surprised to find that she was completely naked. She never slept naked. Then the memory of what had occurred last night slammed home like a diesel train arriving in the station; brakes screeching, the ground rumbling beneath her feet. Had that really happened, or was that a dream? A dull ache in her loins was witness to the truth.
Quickly scrambling to get dressed, she pulled on one of her new sundresses. Smoothing it down, she wished that she had chosen something a little more conservative. Then the bathroom door opened and Chase stepped out, his dark curls wet and ruffled, smelling of shaving cream and a towel across his shoulders. He was dressed in only fresh boxer briefs, something pendulous moving around when he walked. Nicole’s heart did a flip when she saw him. Her boy had grown into quite a hunk, and a surge of pride filled her. She saw no sign of awkwardness or regret in his face. The memories of last night lost some of their remorse.
“Morning, sunshine,” Chase said as he ruffled his hair to aid drying. “We should hit the road soon.”
“Yeah, we’re going to be late.” Nicole busied herself, to avoid gawking at Chase and to get packed and back on the road.
“No need to stress.” Chase added. “It will be okay if we are 20 to 30 minutes late for lunch. Sandy will understand.” Chase pulled on jeans and a Hawaiian shirt as he spoke. “By the way. I had a great time last night. How about you?”
“We better get going. We can talk about that on the way.” She was being non-committal.
Nicole let Chase drive. He was a good driver, and she wanted time to think about what had happened without the distraction of dodging traffic. He slid behind the wheel and they took off in awkward silence. The whole fiasco was her fault; going off track on their route, the hotel they were shoehorned into, the sexy lingerie, allowing Chase to make sexual contact with her, and permission to penetrate her. And Chase had already brought it up in the motel room just before leaving. So the ball was in her court. She just didn’t know how to bring it up or what to say.
Chase guided the car easily and confidently through traffic. They should arrive at Sandy’s house about 12:15. Not bad. He felt light and happy; about life and about last night. But he could tell that his mother was struggling. He didn’t know what the big deal was. They were two consenting adults and no one got hurt. It was plain that his mom was wrestling with guilt, and that bothered him. He longed to make her feel better about it.
“Mom,” Chase started out, not knowing what he would say. “About last night. I can see that you are struggling with what happened...”
“Oh, Chase! I’m so sorry. It was all my fault.” Pent-up tears began to spill from the corner of her eyes.
“Wait a minute, Mom. We did nothing wrong. We are both intelligent adults, well able to make our own decisions. No one was hurt. I, for one, wouldn’t change a thing. I would do it all over again.” Chase spilled. He could never stand to see a woman cry.
Nicole looked down at the floorboard of the car. “But that was incest, honey. It is wrong and it is illegal.”
“If it is illegal then the laws are outdated. It is important that we not make any babies; I think that is the intent of the law. As far as violating societal norms, I say fuck their norms. It’s not something that I plan to tell any of my friends about. It’s none of their business.”
Nicole looked up at Chase as he spoke. His grip on the wheel tightened as he got stirred up.
They sat in silence after that, contemplating what was said. Nicole recognized that what he was saying was true. No one was hurt. If she allowed herself to relax, she had to admit that it had been a lot of fun. Looking at him with a crooked smile, she said, “It was a hell of a roll in the hay, wasn’t it?”
Chase glanced at her, “I don’t know about all the hay, but I’ll bet whoever strips our bed linens this morning is going to have some words about the condition of the sheets.” They both chuckled at the thought.
“When you think about it, all we did was follow where the night led us,” Nicole said, reflexively.
“That’s right. And I hope we can do it again!” Chase said, emphatically.
Nicole was shocked at his declaration. She wished she could feel so free about it. “Still, with the power dynamics, things have the potential to get messy. We’ll see how it goes.” That being said, Nicole was much relieved.
Pulling into the driveway, Chace turned the key and the rumble of the engine died. Sandy was already on the porch, smiling like she’d been waiting.
“Nicole!” she called, hurrying down to hug her tight before turning to Chase. “And look at you.”
She wrapped him up just as warmly and not a side hug as he expected. When she pulled back, her hands lingered briefly on his arms, her smile easy but appraising. “It’s been too long.”
“Yeah,” Chase said, half-laughing. “It has.”
Nicole glanced toward the house. “Where’s Aria? I figured she’d be the first one out here.”
Sandy shook her head. “Cancun. Girls’ trip to celebrate the end of their freshman year. She's getting back tonight. She’ll be with us tomorrow.”
Chase tried to hide the flicker of disappointment. “Figures.”
Sandy caught it anyway and nudged him. “Don’t worry—you’ll see her soon enough.”
She turned toward the door. “Come on. You're late. Let's get your things in here so we can go to lunch.”
Chase followed them inside, a suitcase in each hand—though his mind was already drifting ahead to tomorrow.
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I think there is a sequel in here somewhere. Maybe Chase gets together with his cousin, Aria and her friends for a gang bang. Or maybe Chase and his mother can't keep their hands off each other and try for a quickie in the bathroom, getting caught by aunt Sandy. Or maybe Sandy introduces Nicole to her friend who is really a fuck buddy and a threesome takes place. Or maybe Sandy, Nicole, Aria and Chase go visit the winery, and discover that there is a legal brothel on the premises and decide to go inside and explore it. Or maybe Sandy develops a thing for Chase and finds a way to be alone with him and seduce him, all the while Nicole has no idea.
If you want a sequel, let me know. Turn your filthy mind loose and send me your ideas about what happens from here and I might just turn your fantasy into part of the story.