Incestuous Homecoming

My heart started to pound. We were going to be alone. Peter and I would be in the house all night together. That immediately aroused me. I wanted to take all my clothes off, go into my conservatory, log on and write another part of my 'novel' about a Marta Hari type spy in the American Civil War who sleeps with men and women from both the Union and Confederates. I usually do that when I want to masturbate and I badly wanted to do that right now, but I would have no need of the stimulus of writing an erotic story. The mere thought of what lie ahead would be enough. I didn't masturbate though. My helpers were there and the conservatory was too open.

My immediate reaction was to phone Peter and tell him, but I didn't. I thought He would enjoy the surprise and in any case I still wasn't totally sure. Having a love affair with your mother or your son can bring so many complications for both parties. I struggled through the afternoon alone.

After finishing the ironing I had a long, hot bath. I pampered myself by washing my hair, painting my toe and fingernails with a vivid scarlet varnish and rubbing lots of moisturiser into my skin.

The driver collected Richard's bag around three and Pat left at quarter to four. I slipped into my tracky suit with nothing underneath; I like doing that at home.

"Why don't you have an early day" I said to Bob just after she had gone.

"Why thanks a lot Cat, I appreciate that."

I was alone. I went indoors unzipping my top on the way. I stood in the secluded courtyard by the garage and slipped the top off. I know that no one can see into that area so I took the trousers off as well. I love being naked around the house and in the garden and that is not for naturist reasons, it's purely sexual.

I strolled indoors and into my conservatory. I looked at the floor where I had lain all those months ago when this thing with Peter started. I remembered vividly lying on that floor as he photographed me, as he persuaded me to undress until I was just in my panties, as he undressed, as he pulled my panties down, as he rubbed my clit, as his fingers went into me and as I stroked and rubbed his cock. What I remembered most vividly was cupping my breasts and seeing his cock exploding and streaming so much cum all over my boobs.

Feeling extremely worked up sexually I went and changed

I heard his key in the door

"I'm home" I heard Peter shout when he let himself in through the front door at around half past five. "Anyone around?"

"Just me" I replied. "I'm in the conservatory."

"Wow you look dolled up."

I was wearing what was being called a big dress. It had a strapless boob tube type of top that covered my breasts, but showed a deep cleavage and was tight down to my waist and then flared out until it reached my ankles.

"Don't you like it?"

"Yes it's lovely mum, but why are you wearing it?"

"I just felt like dolling myself up a bit."

"Well it certainly works."

He came up to me and took me into his arms. "You look lovely mum and I so want you" he muttered as he kissed me and pressed his hard cock into the softness of my tummy.

"Peter sit down we have to talk."

"It seems that's all we do."

"What?"

"Talk. I want to do, not talk."

Knowing what tonight was almost certainly going to bring I smiled as I poured the wine and went to where he was sitting at the kitchen table.

"Let's go and sit in the courtyard" I suggested. It was quite a suntrap especially this time of evening. We sat on chairs nearly side by side. It was lovely and warm. I brought the bottle out in a glass cooler.

Taking my spare hand in his he said. "What time is he going to be home?"

I ignored the question.

"Peter what we have done so far is bad but the situation isn't irretrievable."

"What do you mean?" He asked running his fingertips wonderfully suggestively up my forearm and stroking the inside of my elbow. It felt nice so I didn't stop him or move my arm away. His knee pressed against mine and I didn't move that either.

"We haven't gone too far."

"I know that Cat, we haven't gone far enough" he whispered, now softly stroking the inside of my upper arm and pushing his knee between my knees. I thought I should stop him, but didn't seem to have the resistance. I knew, though, that what I was about to say had to be said.

"I mean we haven't actually had sex have we."

"Well I thought masturbating each other was sex, or am I being silly?" He asked his fingers sliding into my armpit.

"You know what I mean."

"Yes mummy" he muttered leaning forward, kissing me on my lips and adding. "I haven't fucked you yet have I?"

Slightly crude though that may have been, the words hit home hard.

"No Peter we haven't made love and that is what I want to talk about."

"Go on" he said running his forefinger in and out of my armpit as though it was a cunt and he was finger fucking it. That was so suggestive I nearly stopped and said 'Fuck me now.'

"We are at a crossroads Peter. Turn one way and we put this behind us and our future life is uncomplicated. Turn the other and there is uncertainty and confusion, guilt and concern and, if we're caught god knows what."

"Yes and pleasure and excitement. And we both want it."

"A mother and son having sex is something that we will have to live with for the rest of our lives. I am not sure I can do that."

"What do you mean?"

"Well with your father, it's so unfair on him."

"Dad's a selfish prick mum, he leaves you too much, he should stay home more send someone else on the fucking business trips."

"Maybe, but that's how we are."

"And I bet you and he don't have sex much any more."

"Now now stop it Peter."

"I bet you don't, admit it mum.

I paused

"Go on. Own up you can tell me" he said huskily pulling his fingers out from my armpit and running his fingertips across the swell of my boobs above the neckline of the dress.

I nodded. I also felt a little shudder run through me from the feel of his fingers on my flesh.

"Yes you're right, but that's nothing to do with this" I replied looking into his eyes. "Are you prepared for us having an affair?"

"There's nothing I want more" he whimpered pressing the palm of his hand against my breast,

"What about girl friends? I am not sure I could bear seeing you with another woman" I said, amazing myself at my honesty.

"Mum you won't I promise."

"But you have to find a girl, get married and all that."

"That's the future, let's live the present."

We talked for a few minutes about the challenges and difficulties. We covered the danger, the chances of getting caught and the dreadful repercussions if we did. We went round in circles on the one hand identifying and recognising the problems, but then countering them with the need we both had for each other and the sheer amount of pleasure we would get from each other.

We moved closer to each other, our outer legs were pressed together and our faces were nearly touching. We stared at each other our eyes boring into the others. He softly ran his fingertips along the flesh of my breasts just above the neckline of my dress.

"God I so want you Cat" he said looking at his watch. "Shit it's after six thirty, I thought he was coming home early. Do you know what time will he be here?"

I put my hand on his face and gently stroked his cheek with my fingertips. I had made my mind up. I saw that he had thought about the possible repercussions and was aware of the difficulties the future may bring. I was about to suggest what had probably been inevitable since the moment I had agreed to model for him.

I stood up and holding his gaze I reached up and slipped my fingers inside the neckline of my dress on the side of each of my boobs. I slowly pulled it down and off each orb until they were bare.

"Oh my God" Peter groaned when he saw that I was not wearing a bra. "What,er..."

"Your father has had to go to Paris, he won't be home tonight."

*

He was all over me immediately.

Kissing and caressing me, cupping my bare tits and grabbing my bum cheeks Peter groaned. "We really are going to Cat?"

"Yes darling, yes, yes we really are" I sighed back kissing all over his face. "We have all the time we want, we have all night." Having made the decision and announced it to him I now felt so happy. I was light-headed with excitement and pleasure at the prospect of what lie ahead.

He pushed me back against the brick wall of the garage and pulled my top down so it was around my waist. His cock was totally hard and felt fabulous firstly, when it was against my thigh, then when rearing right up my stomach and finally when it was in my hand through his jeans.

Our hands were all over each other.

His found my bum cheeks through the thin, white material of my long dress and squeezed them hard.

Mine pushed his tee shirt up and rubbed his chest and upper stomach.

His pulled my skirt up.

Mine found his belt and zip.

His slid under my dress.

Mine undid his zip.

His found my ass that was only partially covered by the tiny white thong.

Mine slithered into his jeans and boxers.

His slid into my panties.

Mine stroked his throbbing cock.

His found my cunt.

All the time we were kissing and squirming our lips together.

His jeans and boxers came down and we struggled his tee shirt off.

He pulled the skirt of my dress up and we lifted it over my head.

I pushed my thong down and stepped out of it.

We were both naked in my little courtyard.

"Oh Cat I am going to make such wonderful love to you" he groaned.

It was then that we heard noises in the house. It was then that we heard Richard calling out that Paris had been cancelled. And it was then that my husband caught me naked with our son about to make incestuous love.