Bait and Switch Retype - Complete

Thankfully I don't have anything in my mouth at that moment, because I would have likely spewed it all over the table. She remembers kissing me? And by the sound of it, it had been no accident.

I'm saved from having to say anything immediately, by the waiter bringing our food. He gives mom a little more attention than is necessary. I start to get a bit annoyed by him, but he finally leaves us to eat. It smells great, but I'm a bit disappointed by how little there is on the plate.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have told you that," mom says, after a few seconds of uncomfortable silence. "You probably think less of me now, and I've ruined our date." She looks down at her plate, and suddenly I feel terrible for her.

I reach across the table, and grip her hand in mine, but she continues to look down at her open cleavage. "Mom, you are a beautiful woman. I would have to be a fool to be upset by a kiss from someone as hot as you." She finally look back up at me, and I can still see some worry in her eyes.

"I'm not, son. You don't have to lie to me. I'm old, and used. That's why your dad did what he did." Her voice is soft as she speaks, but I have no problem hearing her. I can feel her 'happy' switch dropping lower, and curse myself, for this date not going so well. I'd be tempted to adjust the switch, if I could without Summer, but as I think on it more, that would be a temporary fix. I need to cheer her up the old fashioned way.

"No!" I exclaim indignantly. "Haven't you noticed how the waiter stares at you? He can't stop staring. Look, he's even staring now," I wave to where our waiter stands, looking at our table, before turning back to mom. I can't claim she is young, not with the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, but I can't stand to hear her get down on herself for what dad did. Especially, when her self-image is so far off from reality.

I know I promised not to use my abilities on her, but I figure this will be forgivable. I make two quick switches, one for the elasticity of her skin, and one for her aging. I turn up the former, and slow down the later. I can't touch her 'happy' switch, and the two new switches won't take effect immediately, but it should help in the long run.

"Dad is an idiot for what he did to you," I go on. "You look absolutely stunning tonight. Any man would be lucky to sit in my seat right now, across from you. But it just so happens to be that I'm the lucky one and I WILL NOT complain." I try to sound forceful, willing her to understand what I'm telling her.

She smiles tremulously at me, her 'happy' switch shuddering, before dropping her gaze down to her plate. "Let's eat," she says, and I figure she just wants to change the subject.

The food tastes as good as it smells, and thankfully it's a little more filling than it looks. Mom fills up her glass of champagne one more time, but otherwise refrains from drinking more. Since I'm driving, I only drink the one glass.

"Did you really mean what you said," mom asks as she finishes up her plate, "about you being the lucky one?"

I look at her, across from me, at the way the dress hugs her curves, and her beautiful cleavage, the shape of her lovely face that I have known my entire life, and answer honestly and with all sincerity.

"Do you want to know what my first thought was when I saw you come to the door? I thought you look like a sex goddess. You're smart, beautiful, and sexy. I absolutely meant what I said about me being lucky enough to be here with you tonight."

As I speak, I watch her face for signs of anger, but only notice her cheeks reddening slightly.

The waiter returns, asking if we want anything for desert.

"No," mom says, keeping eye contact with me and her tone level, "I think we're fine, if we can have the bill please?" The waiter nods and walks away. "Son, hand me the keys, please. I will go wait in the car."

I've over done it, I fear. I nod as I reach into my pocket to draw out my keys, and hand them to her. She stands, walks over to me, and leans over to give the top of my head a kiss. I've a great view of her cleavage, but right then, I can't think of anything but that I've somehow hurt her.

Her next words only serve to confuse me. "Thank you, son, for a wonderful date."

I pay as soon as the waiter brings the bill, and he gives me a dirty look when he sees that mom is gone. The meal wasn't cheap, but then again, I'd known it wouldn't be. The tip is probably worse than he deserved, but he HAD annoyed me. I grab the bottle of champagne as I leave.

When I walk out, I'm surprised to see mom in the driver's seat, and waiting for me with the engine running. I get into the passenger seat, and mom puts the car in drive. I don't know what to say to her, and she doesn't try talking to me either. It takes me a bit to notice that she isn't driving home. When she finally does stop, my heart is racing, and even my hands feel sweaty.

We are in a motel parking lot. The same motel I'd found dad cheating on mom in, and later that afternoon fooled around with Summer.

The silence drags on for a while, but I don't know what to say, or even think. Mom is the one to break it.

She is alternating looking from the steering wheel, to the motel office, as her voice comes out, cracked and hesitant. "This was a mistake. . . We should go."

I don't know what makes me do it, but I reach over, and before she can put my car in reverse, I pull out the keys.

"I'm going to go pay for a room," I tell her, wondering what she might say or do. "I'll leave you the keys to my car, and you can either come in, or go home. I won't think any less of you, no matter what you decide."

Without looking back, I walk to the office, and pay for a room for the night. When I walk back out, mom is still waiting in the car, and I can feel her eyes on me as I walk to my room and unlock the door. I look back at her one last time, before I walk in and turn on the lights.

I sit on the queen-sized bed, as I wait. Have I overstepped m y bounds? She had all but said she'd intentionally kissed me that first night. After a few minutes pass, I turn on the TV. Have I made another mistake? Did I misunderstand what she had in mind? As the minutes wear on, I wonder if mine and mom's relationship is forever damaged. Or did I read the signs wrong, and I'm just some demented pervert?

When the knock finally sounds on the door, it scares me half out of my wits. On shaky legs, I stand and walk to the door, half-afraid that it's room service, or the manager telling me my date has left me here. Even the absolutely absurd thought that it is the police, coming to haul me away.

Opening the door, I'm almost tackled as mom throws her arms around my neck, and presses her lips firmly to mine. The cold air follows us in, until the door closes, but I barely notice it, as her tongue slips between my lips, to be met by mine. I can taste the champagne on her mouth, and wonder if there's any left in the bottle. For a second I worry that she is only doing this because she is drunk, but I remember that she'd brought us here while still sober.

Her hands aren't idle while we kiss, and she soon has my shirt up over my head, and then off. The bed hits the back of my legs, and I fall backwards. Without saying a word, the older woman's hands start fussing at my belt, and she nearly rips my pants off of me.

She stands there, staring at my manhood, her mouth slightly askew. "Forgive me, Nick, but I want this. I really need this."

I stand back up, and hug her still clothed body to mine. "There is nothing to forgive. I want this. . . I want you, too."

Her eyes look wonderingly into mine, and I see tears starting to form. I kiss each of her eyes, as I let my hands pull the zipper in the lower back of her dress down. It soon puddles on the floor with a soft sigh, as our lips meet again. Our tongues fight desperately against each other, both vying for dominance; neither willing to submit.

I grab the back of her head, and fall back, pulling her down on top of me. She grunts at the impact, but it turns to a moan, as my hands freely roam her back, and drop to her rear. At first I think she isn't wearing any panties, but then I feel the thin bit of thread, and realize she is wearing a G-string.

For some reason, the thought of my mature mother in that type of sexy underwear turns me on even more.

"Love me tonight, Nick," she says breathlessly. "Love me like I haven't been loved in years."

"Always." Mentally cursing my father for mistreating this wonderful woman, I roll us over, and start kissing down her bare chest. Her nipples are hard, as they top her tits, and I take one between my teeth, while I let my left hand drop down to her covered vulva. Even after two kids, her breasts are firmer than I would have imagined. The way they'd held up in her dress should have been a giveaway.

She starts to moan softly, but as I continue to lick and nibble her bosom, and rub her pussy, her volume increases. I break away from her nipples, and kiss my way down her smooth stomach, to the tops of her panties, and then further. I can easily smell her arousal, and see where her panties have a wet spot already growing. I give her panties a quick kiss, before pulling the cloth aside, and diving in. She tastes so sweet and warm, that I start to moan as I drive my tongue in as far as it will go.

"Oh, Nick, thank you! Oh, Nick, oh Nick, OH NICK!" Her hips are lifting up and down against my mouth, and I pull my tongue out, and suck hard on her clit, bringing her over the edge. Slipping two fingers into her, I feel how tightly her muscles squeeze the invading digits. I crook my fingers, trying to find her G-spot, as I start to pop her clit between my teeth. Her words are unintelligible, as she moans, and soaks my fingers in her juices. "Oh, son. I never knew. I never knew it could feel like this," she tells me as I start kissing my way back up her body.

I bring my wet lips to hers, and we start kissing again. I rub my cock against her panties, but she breaks the kiss, and pushes my chest away a bit. "We don't have to do this," her voice is uncertain and tremulous. "You have already done more than enough for me tonight. More than is proper, really. Maybe we'd better stop before we do something we'll regret."

I look deep into her eyes, and can easily see the desire there, screaming to get out, and know that she has a tenuous grip on her control.

"Do you want this?" I ask, bumping my cock against her vulva.

"Mmm, yes I do. God help me, but I want this. Ahh. . . But it's wrong. It's incest. . . Hmm. . . Please stop, Nick. . .ahh" As she talks, I continue to rub myself against her. "You feel so good. I. . . No we shouldn't. It's wrong. . . Ungh. But. . .Nick," she grows quiet for a second, and I barely hear her next words, "make love to me, son."

Hearing her give into her desires, I pull the thin cloth of her G-string aside, and slip a couple inches into her before she can change her mind. "Whenever, and wherever you want," I whisper softly into her ear. Her insides feel like they are on fire as they wrap around my member. Her head rolls back, and her fingernails dig into my ass, as she tries to pull me deeper. I pull out a little, and then slide a bit further in, loving how mom moans with every movement.

"No," she pants, "Only for tonight. We can't, ungh, do this again. But for tonight. . ."

I look down to where the two of us are joined, and can't believe that I'm actually in the hole that I'd been born from. I'm making love to my mother, and she loves it at least as much as I do.

"Oh, yes! I can't believe I have my son's cock in me," she cries out, as I slide most of my length back into her. "I can't believe I am going to cum with his penis fucking me!" Molten lava leaks from our mutual connection.

I drop my head to her neck, and nibble lightly on her sensitive flesh. I feel the last of my cock slip fully into my mothers' tight, burning hot, pussy, and moan at how wonderful it feels. I hold still there for a few seconds, reveling in the completeness I feel with her; in the feeling of being home.

I feel her teeth on my neck for a second, before her lips brushed my ear. "No regrets, tonight, son. Just please love me. As long as you love me, there can be no regrets."

I lift my head, and look down at her. "I will always love you, mom. Always." I drop my mouth back down to hers, and start to move my hips again. I move with fast, powerful strokes, and soon mom has to break away from the kiss in order to breath and moan.

I roll us back over, not breaking our connection, and then pull her chest to my mouth. I latch onto her nipple, sucking hard on her delightful breasts, while I grip her hips, and force her to rock back and forth on top of me.

"So deep. . . My son is so deep inside of me," she cries out.

I reach between us, and start to play with her clit. The sudden stimuli against her already sensitive organ triggers another fiery orgasm and she collapses onto my chest, panting heavily. I'm close, and I know there is no slowing down, so I grab her cheeks, and start to thrust upwards as fast and hard as I can. I begin to jerk and thrash under her, as I empty my balls into her hot, wet, demanding womb.

Out of breath, we just lay there, cuddling with one another, and enjoying each other's warmth. Mom is the first to talk again, breaking the blissful silence.

"You shouldn't have cum in me," she says placing a kiss on my chest. "Next time we'll need to use protection." She is still breathing heavily, as she talks. "It felt good, though. It felt so very good. And right."

Horror struck, I begin to worry. Did I just get my mom pregnant? Why hadn't I pulled out? I just acted without thinking, and. . . I've always been so careful.

Wait, did she say next time? I thought she wanted this to be a onetime thing. The thought that there may be another night together, fills my mind, leaving no room for other worries.

"I'm sorry, mom," I tell her, wondering how or when we can be together again.

"Mmm, don't be, son. It felt good, and I needed it. You made me feel young and desirable again." I wonder how young she will feel when my switches start to truly take full effect in her. "I hate to do it, but we'd better get cleaned up, and home, before everyone wonders what we're doing."

Thinking about how Gina and Summer had acted, I don't think they will be too surprised, but I don't argue as mom sits up, and my semi-limp member slips out of her. Mom looks down at it for a moment, and I wonder what she is thinking, only for her to tell me a second later. "I still can't believe we did that, but we agreed, Nick. No regrets." She smiles dreamily, and whispers, "Thank you, again." She leans forward, and I can feel her nipples on my chest as she softly kisses my forehead.

"No regrets," I agree, before standing up, and kissing her softly on the lips. I start to get dressed. "Thank you for one of the best Christmases ever."

We both laugh as we get dressed, and I have to zip up mom's dress, but soon we find ourselves back in the car, driving home, with a half empty champagne bottle as the only witness to our kissing in the car.

Summer greets us as we walk in, and from the twinkle in her eyes, I wonder if she knows what we'd been up to. It would be hard not to, with mom's hair messed up a little, and the smiles that we both have on our faces, but she doesn't say anything and neither do we.

I check my email before going to bed, and see that I have one from Gina. There is a video attached to it, but with my phone as my internet service, it will take too long to download this one and watch tonight, so I start the download and go to bed.

I find myself back on Lela's ship, just outside the reddish room that Lela is incubating our children in. As soon as I walk in, her words flash across my vision.

'The demon scouts are in orbit around your planet. What is your plan?' The words show up before me, like they had the night before.

Oh, shit! I think. With everything else going on, I've completely forgotten about the demons arriving tonight. How can I have been so stupid, to get side tracked like that? I didn't realize that I'd been projecting my thoughts, until Lela answers.

'If you don't have a plan, then we are doomed.'

'No,' I think to her, trying to figure something out fast. 'Can you take us close to them?' I hadn't given up when I went up against Gannon three different times before defeating him. And I sure as hell didn't give up when I went toe-to-toe with that techno-demon. No way am I going to just roll over now! I ignore the fact that there is no reset switch this time. Never give up, never surrender!

I see a brief, almost imperceptible nod, before her words appear before me. 'I can't get us too close, or they will destroy us. Sit and close your eyes.'

I sit in the same spot I'd sat in last time, and hope that she doesn't want to have sex at a time like this. I needn't have worried though, for as soon as my eyes close, my vision is replaced by an inky blackness, filled with stars. I feel movement, and know that the ship is moving, and I'm seeing through its eyes, or sensors.

After a few seconds pass, I see the demon ship in a lower orbit over the Earth than we are. Despite Lela's caution, I sense that the other ship is immediately aware of us, as it turns to face us.

'Lela,' I think, knowing my words will reach her, 'put the healing light on me, and I will see what I can do.'

'If I use that light in here, it will hurt our children,' her response comes back to me, fearfully. 'They are sensitive to the light.'

'Aren't you covering them up? If that ship kills us, our children will die too,' I plead with her.

Suddenly I feel tingly, despite not being able to see my body, and know she has done as I've asked. With the extra energy, I reach out with my mind, and create a switch for their weapons. As soon as I feel it take hold, I flip it off, and sigh as I feel it move. They can no longer shoot at us. Despite how close they appear, I know there is some distance between us and them, by the headache this switch causes in me. If it had been more than one ship, I wouldn't have been able to do anything, despite the healing greenish-yellow light.

I create a 'self-destruct' switch, or try to, but my head throbs, and no switch forms. Cursing, I watch as they draw closer, and try to figure out some sort of strategy. Obviously my switches have an effect on their ships, but I have to create one for something that is actually there. Where's Summer when you really need her?

'Should I get her?' the words appear to me, and I ponder that for a few seconds, then indicate no. I don't want her up here in danger right now. Maybe when the main fleet arrives, but not now. Right now I just need to find their weakness, and exploit it. Hell, maybe I'll even level up. Wouldn't that be nice?

The enemy ship appears to be picking up speed as it approaches, and I realize it's trying to ram us.

'Lela,' I cry out, but she notices too, and is already moving us out of their path. The other ship changes course and continues to barrel down on us. I know their hull is more heavily armored than Lela's ship. Ramming us won't hurt them in the least.

I make another switch to turn off their steering, and am gratified when that one forms, despite the subsequent headache. When Lela moves the ship again, the demons continue on, unable to change course now.

I have to think of something to stop them though. Up to this point I've been reacting to what they're doing, and not being too proactive.

It occurs to me that I might be able to open their external hatches, and perhaps suck them out into space. A quick headache later, I'm gratified to see one demon shoot out from their hull, but my elation is short lived, as I realize they must have sealed off the hatch, internally. I know I can't sit here all day, and open each hatch one by one, as I need to finish this quickly. Already, despite the healing light, I'm over extending my ability, and know that I will pay for it dearly tomorrow.