Days of Winter

"I'm sorry..." she said to me. "About last night. I'm not like that."

I set my book down and looked up at her, "like what?"

She was wearing a long T-shirt. I wasn't sure if she had any thing else on underneath.

"And I'm sorry about walking in this morning..." she said ignoring my question.

I kept my eyes on her, "you're not like what, Jane?"

"A pervert. A freak..." she sighed.

"You knew what you could see..." I paused. "If you opened the door. You heard something..."

"I did..." she answered sheepishly.

"And...?"

She turned looking away then back at me, "I liked it..."

"Why would such an innocent housewife like that...?" I pressed her.

She stepped closer. "Maybe I am a..." she stopped.

"A pervert?" I told her. "A freak? A slut? A closeted whore?"

"Yes... I'm not... but I am..." she exhaled, "I want to be..." a tear broke at her eye, sending a stream along her cheekbone.

I stood up and walked over to her. I wiped the tear away. "You can tell me anything, Jane... anything."

Our faces were almost touching and I could feel her breath on my lips when she spoke, "he doesn't get hard..." she was nervous. "When we are intimate... he doesn't stay hard." She looks at me, my eyes, my lips, "I want to tell him what I like, see if it makes him erect... but, I'm afraid he'll think I'm disgusting..."

"What is it that you like...?" I asked her.

"Girls... pussy." Her lip was quivering, "what you did to me... eating my ass..." she grabbed my hand and brought it up under her tee to her pussy, "dick... I like random strange dick..."

I slid my finger into her, "yeah Jane...?"

"Yessss." She moaned, "black dick... fuck Dana." Her body shook, "white dick... Hispanic uncut dick..."

"Yeah? You fuck that strange dick since you've been with Steven... my son?"

"Yes..." she moaned and looked me in the eyes. "I love getting fucked."

I grabbed her hair and forced her to her knees. "Eat me... all of me."

She slid my sweats off of me and buried her face into my hairy cunt. "Yes, fucking eat me."

She licked my pussy, tapping at my clit then back down my slit.

"Turn around..." she said as she forced my body.

She spread my ass, exposing my asshole. I could feel her cold nose like a dog, pressing into me... smelling me.

"Mmm fuck..."

Her tongue spit out like a reptile, burying deep inside of me. She was eating my asshole.

"Fuck Jane, you're so fucking good..."

She stopped, moving up the back side of my body, biting on her way up. She grabbed my hair, pulling my head around until her mouth was at mine.

"Taste your ass, Dana." She kissed me hard.

I sucked her tongue, my ass all over her mouth.

"I had to fuck them Dana." She whimpered into my mouth, "I needed it... hard... raw... bare..."

"Dirty..." I said to her as I kissed her.

"So fucking dirty." She moaned back.

We moved to the couch and ground our pussies into each other.

She slowed down, kissing me softly, they moving to my ear... "I have to tinkle..." she whispered.

She got up and looked back at me... "wipe me?"

"Yes." I stood up and followed her into the bathroom.

She sat there, looking up at me as if I was her mother. In a way, I guess I was. She had a black well groomed patch at her pussy.

Then... a golden stream of pee shot from her pussy.

I started fingering myself as I watched her. "Mmmm Jane..."

"Yes?" She asked me.

"I like you're type of freak... so sexy... kinky..."

"Taboo..." she looked at me as she stopped peeing, "I'm done, mommy..."

I moved to the paper roll and wrapped just enough around my hand. I wiped her, her pee soaking the paper and my hand.

She leaned in licking my nipple as I started to finger her.

"I want to be your freak, mommy."

My pussy went numb at her words. I was ready to orgasm. I crawled over her straddling her on the toilet.

I leaned in kissing her, "okay sweetie."

My pussy was at her. I pushed, allowing my own golden stream to escape.

"Oh fuck me Dana... fuck"

She pulled me tighter, my pee hitting her clit, causing her to convulse in my arms.

"Oh my god, I'm coming." She moaned.

"Mmmm me too sweetie. Me too."

I kissed her hard and passionately.

"I'm going to go get cleaned up." I told her as I watched her sink into her shell.

"Okay." She said shyly.

I paused at the door, "Jane.." she looked at me. "We're all closeted freaks... until we're not. It's okay..."

She smiled and I walked out.

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It was a about an hour or so later that I came out of my room and found Jane looking out the window.

"Hey... they're taking a while." She said as she kept her eyes on the scenery.

"I'm sure they'll be fine." I paused. "It is coming down though." I said as we watched the snow fall.

Jane turned towards me. I can see the guilt in her face.

"Jane..." I started.

"No... I wanted it... I was going to say... thank you." She said with a sweet smile.

I walked over to her and looked at her, "I want to tell you something..." I said to her.

She looked at me nervously. "What is it?"

"Stephen likes men..." I paused, looking at her. "He's gay, Jane."

"What...?" She asked confused, "you know this?"

"The files..." I took her hand. "They're all porn... all gay porn."

"I feel like an idiot..." she pulled her hand away to wipe her face, confused, "I knew..." she shook her head, "In the back of my mind... I knew." She looked at me, her eyes teary. She sighed, "Dana what happens now?"

"I don't know..." I took her hand in mine, kissing it. I pulled her in close to me, "we all have secrets..." I paused, trying to find the words. "Maybe his is he's gay... but wants to look straight? Portray the straight lifestyle? You said yourself... you've cheated..." I said and felt a tingle in my crotch at the taboo thought of her sleeping around. "Maybe that's the life. Picture perfect on the outside, and dirty on the inside."

"Has he been with men?" She asked me.

I couldn't help but giggle, "I don't know... how would I know?"

"True... I thought maybe... I don't know." She looked out through the window. She was thinking about something.

"Are you okay?" I asked her, rubbing her cheek with my knuckles.

"Last night in the heat of the moment..." she said hanging her head, "you told me to fuck him... fuck Steven and let him cum inside of me..."

I looked at her. "Yes..."

"You already saw the videos. You knew he was gay." She said matter of fact.

"I did." I told her and I could feel the shakiness in my voice.

"You knew you'd eat me out again... it wasn't a fluke, something that kinky and passionate..." she said to me.

"Yes... I hoped I would." I told her.

She snapped back, "you knew you would."

"Yes..." I answered sheepishly.

"Tell me why..." she demanded.

"Why?" I asked her, wanting more.

"Yes... why you wanted me to let Steven cum inside of me."

"Jane..."

"Tell me." She demanded again.

I breathed in heavily, "Because, Jane... I wanted to taste him inside of you." I told her, my legs felt like jello.

She looked at me, her face an inch from mine.

"Him?" She asked me.

"Steven, my son." I reluctantly told her.

She leaned in kissing me, her tongue intertwining with mine. She grabbed my hand and slid it into her underwear, revealing her soaking wet pussy.

I pulled my face back, "so you like that?" I asked her.

"Yes, I do." She said and kissed me again. "I want to see the videos..."

She grabbed my hand and walked me into the bedroom. Steven's laptop was sitting on the dresser.

Jane grabbed the laptop and moved to the bed, nodding me to follow. I did.

She opened it up, and clicked on the locked folder.

ENTER PASSWORD

"Any ideas?" She asked.

"Hmmmm." I thought for a second.

"How'd you get in?" She asked me.

"He left it on the kitchen counter... unlocked." I said to her. Telling some of the truth.

"Damn!" She howled.

"Sadie... his first dog."

She typed.

NOTHING.

"Sadiegirl" I told her, "that's what he always called her."

She typed, and the folder unlocked.

"OMG" she said softly.

She was cute.

She opened the file and started looking around. The mouse stopped on a file: DICK WITH TITS

CLICK

There were 20 plus videos.

She clicked one.

The video showed a girl with a tiny little skirt on and her pink little dick peeking out from underneath. She looked to be around 18.

"My god... she's cute." Jane moaned.

"She is." I agreed.

A stud walked into the room and grabbed her by the neck, and slapped her ass. He kissed her hard the bent her over and lifted her skirt to expose her tight pink asshole.

"I can't believe..." Jane started.

"I couldn't either, Jane."

"Fuck." She moaned.

I slid her sweats down past her ass and I pushed up against her. "Keep watching..." I whispered into her ear then dropped to my knees.

I spread her ass open and buried my face into her. I could smell her as I licked, tasting her.

"Yes mommy..." she moaned as her pussy dripped onto my tongue.

She was drenched, her little cunt spasming as I ate her ass while she watched the tight young tranny get fucked.

Jane turned around, and pulled me up kissing me.

"I bet you wish you could taste his cum huh?" Jane said to me between kisses.

I thought I'd play her game, "who's cum, baby?"

"Mmm your son... my husband's cum..."

"Fuck yes..." I said and meant it 1000%.

She stopped kissing me and held my face. "Dana..." she was breathing hard, "I want to watch Steven fuck another man."

"Yeah?" I asked her.

"Yes..." she said staring at me.

"Me too, Jane... I want to watch Steven fuck and get fucked..."

"Yeah?" Her breathing was heavier. "Who, Dana... who?"

"A man. A daddy... a tranny. Anyone with a very hard dick." I moaned.

"Could you really watch him... knowing?" Jane asked.

"Knowing what, Jane?"

"That he's your boy... your blood... your son."

I kissed her, letting my mouth hang over hers. I knew she could taste her ass on me... I could smell it between our lips. "Yes... I could watch. I want to smell the sex."

She kissed me and came without me touching her again. Her body shook and her eyes rolled back.

When she came to, I was looking at her pretty face.

"That felt so amazing." She whispered.

"It looked amazing." I said to her and kissed her.

¥

Steven and Roger arrived back at the cabin within an hour or so of our last encounter.

I watched Jane greet Steven with a little more pop to her.

"Hey babe!" She said throwing her arms around him.

"Hey you." He said back, excitedly.

Jane and Steven have always had a good relationship and seemed happy until somewhat recently. I wondered... if the two of them actually shared their kinks and taboos with each other, they'd get along better... emotionally, and sexually. I suspect that they would.

They retreated to their bedroom, and Roger went to shower.

I started preparing dinner when I heard Jane's voice.

I stood outside the room and pressed my ear to the door.

"Let me..." Jane persisted.

"Jane, seriously? What..."

"I want to..." she whispered. "Do you not want it...?" She asked him.

I risked cracking the door so I could see what was going on.

Jane was in her underwear and tee, and had her arms around Steven's hips as she tried to grab at his ass covered by only his underwear.

He was shirtless, and his muscles flinched every time he tried to hold her back.

She moved quickly sliding his briefs down exposing his ass. "Turn around..."

"Yeah?" He questioned her. "What's gotten into you?"

"Yes..." she told him as she pushed him around with little to no effort. "You... sex... being here... that's what has gotten into me."

As he kneeled on the bed, she crouched behind him, spreading him apart.

She smelled him, breathing him in. Then, she kissed his puckered hole, sliding her tongue over the sacred spot.

His briefs barely covered his ball sack, only exposing his tante and hairy asshole.

I bit my lip as it quivered. I was turned on by the two of them.

"Do you like that?" She asked him.

Steven breathed heavily. "Yes."

She slid her hand to his crack, and began thumbing at his asshole.

I watched him, his movements of panic as his eyes and head quickly farted around the room.

He was looking for his laptop.

It was there, on the dresser, open... and the file was unlocked.

Steven turned around abruptly. "Jane, no..."

Jane leaned into him, whispering something into his ear.

"No... I... I don't... I don't like that." Steven lied.

I wondered what she was thinking. That she was wrong? He truly didn't like that? He was gay or bi or taboo...

"I thought..." Jane struggled to find the words. "I thought I'd do something different. Spice it up. Jesus... we haven't had sex... I thought maybe that's why you've been distant, detached, uninterested."

"Jane, I'm just busy with work is all." Steven said as he rubbed his face and covered his flaccid cock."

"I know..." she said in retreat.

"Did you use my laptop for something?" He asked as he pulled up his boxers and walked over to it, locking it and closing it.

Jane was suddenly hit with the realization that Steven had noticed the file, and that he may have been caught.

I was praying that she'd blame me or something.

"No." She told him and paused. "Your mom, she changed out our sheets when I showered earlier. Maybe she..." she froze. "Why?"

Steven snapped his head back toward her. "It has work stuff on it and it looks like it was played with."

"Why are you so worried about it?" Jane kept going. "What's on there?"

"Work stuff, Jane."

"Show me..." Jane persisted.

"Jane, seriously? Leave it be." Steven was agitated.

I could understand... Steven was gay or at the very least, bi. He's hidden it for so long, it had to frustrate him to not be able to be him.

But, Jane knew... at least now she knew, and she was just about to embrace it.

"I'm sorry." Jane said and retreated.

I moved quickly, as I heard my bedroom door open and Roger walked out.

"Hey..." Roger said looking at his phone. "I got a call from Russ... we might get the Halton contract. I'm going to have to head back today to work on it with them." He walked over and kissed me. "I'm sorry babe."

"Are you kidding me, that's great news! You need to get on the road." I pushed him.

Within 20 minutes, Roger had left the three of us here to fend for ourselves.

I was happy for him. It was a new build that they've been trying to get for the last year.

¥

I had gone back to preparing dinner, and had just gotten out all the makings for a salad when Steven walked out.

"Hey hunny." I greeted him, maybe a bit awkwardly.

"Hi." He said. "Did you look at my laptop today?" He questioned.

"Umm no. Why?"

"I don't know. File was open. I made sure to lock it." He shot back.

"The file?" I asked him.

"Yes." He was agitated.

I put the lettuce, carrots, and cucumbers into the colander and washed them really well, keeping myself from looking at him.

I finally turned toward him. He had on some sort of work out shorts and a sweatshirt.

"Why don't you tell her?" I asked him.

"Shh... Jesus mom." He hushed me. "She dozed off but damn... I don't want her to hear."

Frustrated, I ignored him and turned and began cutting up the lettuce and carrots.

"I'm sorry." He started. "She was trying to be all..." he searched for words, "kinky I guess. She was trying to be sexual in a kinky way... it's just not her... so I don't know if she found it and was testing me or what."

I laughed and turned toward him, cucumber in my hand. "Testing you, Steven? Really... how so?"

He got closer to me, keeping his voice low. "She wanted to rim me, play with my... backdoor. Like massaging her finger into me."

"Look, what happened the other night... I'm sorry..."

"Mom don't start that, it was a one..."

I cut him off, "let me finish. What happened the other night shouldn't have happened, but it did. Do you think she'd ever guess that? Ever guess that you... or me for that matter, are that dark? That taboo?" I held my finger up to my lips, "shhhh... don't answer. Of course she wouldn't guess it, not in a million years. But, let me ask you this... what about her? Maybe she has just as kinky taboo fantasies, and she's too nervous to tell you."

"She doesn't..." he shot back. "Trust me... she's not kinky."

"Maybe she says the same thing about you..." I shot right back at him. "When she's talking to her friends... she says 'my husband is a prude.'" I paused thinking. "Let me ask you this, Steven... you like men, their sex, their scent, their bodies... but you have a wife. Why?"

He shrugged, "I love her..."

I laughed, "are you turned on by women or not, Steven?"

"It depends I guess..." he answered back nervously.

I eyed him, "on what?"

He dropped his head. "I don't know..."

"Yes you do." I shot back at him. "This is the problem, Steven. You aren't honest with her. It's not fair for you to call her a prude, if you haven't given her the chance to react positively or negatively to what you like. But she'll never get that chance, if you don't give it to her." I put my hand on his chin, and pulled his face up to mine. "I didn't see a single video with a girl in it. So I'm asking you, what does it depend on? Because to me, you're gay, straight or bi..." I kissed him softly and let my free hand feel for his reaction. "So which one is it?"

I felt his dick expanding beneath his shorts.

"Tell me..." I pushed

I handed him the cucumber and turned around, pushing my ass out toward him. I lifted my nightgown, presenting myself to him.

I walked up right behind me, pressing into me. I could feel the nervousness in his body. I felt the coolness of the cucumber tapping at my upper thighs, right at my pussy.

"I like men... a lot." He slid my panties to the side and pressed the cucumber into me. He leaned into my ear as he slid the vegetable inside of my body. "I like women that like men..."

"Oh yeah?" I asked softly.

"Yes... I'm a freak." He said between breaths.

I pushed back, taking the cucumber deep inside of me.

"So am I." I had to hold back from coming it felt so damn good. I reached back and grabbed his dick. "So is Jane."

Stephen stepped back, maybe in shock or disbelief.

"Jane...?" He asked.

The orgasm hit me hard as the cucumber fell to the floor.

I turned around and watched his cock slowly go soft beneath the thin material.

"After dinner, lets all have some drinks and talk..." I said with a trembling voice.

I walked away from him and retreated to my room.

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Dinner was pleasant. A few awkward moments but that was about it.

We all had some laughs... most of them at the expense of Roger, and his neuroticisms.

We washed the dishes, and Steven made us some Irish coffees.

We lit a fire, and gathered round. There was silence. We sat there, just enjoying the moment, sipping our hot coffee, relaxing for a change.

I wanted to say something... anything to move the space and time along, but couldn't find the words.

Jane shifted nervously... a bit anxious.

I wondered if she knew about Steven and I. Part of me wanted her to... part of me, the motherly part, felt like I had betrayed her... my daughter in-law.

But, she had told me that she cheated on Steven. That she craved cock. Her words.

And I had shown her the videos on the laptop... the gay men... Steven also craves cock...

"Is Roger gonna try to make it back up?" Jane asked, breaking the ice.

"I wish... but I doubt it. Just the three of us..." I said back to her.

"Not a bad thing..." she shot back.