Explorations Ch. 08

She told her about her liaison with Mary, her classmate, and how she conspired to hook her friend up with her brother. She told her how she spied on her brother having sex with his girlfriend, and that the site of her brother's naked body turned her on more than she had ever been.

"Oh my God," Yun gasped. "You were attracted to your brother?"

Jessica felt the one-word answer emanate from her mouth as if in slow motion. "Yes," she answered. "Yun, it was so incredible watching him. His body is so beautiful. His cock…is huge. I found myself masturbating and thinking about his big cock inside me. I couldn't help it."

"What happened next?" Yun asked, stunned.

"I…I seduced my brother." The four words hung in the air and slammed against Yun with a force that left her speechless. "I got him so hot. I made him watch me touch myself…and I got him to masturbate in front of me. Yun, it was incredible. I felt like the sexiest, most beautiful woman in the world. I was able to make my own brother so horny that he couldn't help himself. Can you imagine how powerful that is?"

Yun couldn't answer. She was frozen, unable to speak, unable to move. Jessica sat up and took Yun's hands in her own.

Jessica continued, telling Yun how she set up the rendezvous with Mary and her brother. "That's when our mother found us. Right in the middle of it."

Before Yun could say anything, Jessica told her about how she caught her mother staring at Dan out by the pool. "That gave me an idea." She told Yun about the movie she, Mary, and Dan had made and how she sent it to her mother the first day of college.

Upon hearing this, Yun pushed away and sat back from her roommate, her back against the cold wall. "Oh my God, Jessica. I – I don't know what to say. This is way beyond the games we play. You had oral sex with your brother and then sent the proof to your mother! What am I supposed to say to that? It's insane, Jessica. The whole thing is insane!"

Not quite the reaction I was hoping for. What did I expect from her? I know I'm a fucking pervert. But that's not all I am. I didn't make anybody do anything they didn't want to.

Yun was still worked up. "The guy – it's your brother, isn't it?"

Jessica looked away and answered, "Yes."

Yun closed her eyes. She knew the answer to her next question, but she had to hear Jessica say it to believe it. "Whose the other woman?"

"My mother. I used the DVD to weaken her, and this New Year's Eve I seduced her."

Yun felt her whole world collapsing on top of her. Jessica had given her so much; had shown her so much. She knew what she felt for her was real, and amazingly, she knew that Jessica felt the same way. "I don't know what to say," Yun said, deflated and confused. "I need time, Jess." She got up from the bed and got dressed. Getting in her own bed, she slipped under the covers and turned away from Jessica. "Please, just give me time to process all this."

Jessica, for the first time in her life, was helpless. "Okay," she said, and got in bed. "I love you," Jessica said.

Yun closed her eyes and softly replied, "I know."

The next morning when Jessica awoke, the room was empty and Yun's bed already made. She knew that their relationship was in serious jeopardy. She also knew that she had done the right thing. The fact of the matter was that she did love Yun, and to keep this part of her life from her would have torn them apart forever. At least now there's a chance.

That same Sunday morning, Amy sat up in her bed with her laptop. It was almost noon. She opened her email account and saw the note from her daughter. The site of Jessica's name in the address line made her heart skip a beat. She read the email that asked when she would have a free weekend. An idea began to take shape in her head and she smiled.

Part 3 – 24 Hours Earlier

Amy was about to step in the shower when she was startled by the sound of her son's familiar ring tone on her cell phone.

She walked over to her nightstand and answered, "Hi, Dan."

"Hey, mom. I just wanted to let you know I'm stopping by today to pickup a few things."

"Okay," she said as she battled the bats flying around in her stomach. "Did you leave something at Christmas?"

"No," he answered, "I just wanted to get my basketball sneakers and basketball. I'm going to play in an intramural league starting in a couple of weeks. I might bring some laundry if that's alright."

"Of course," she answered. "Are you staying the night?" Please!

"I haven't decided. I'll see how traffic is. I'll probably get on the road in a couple of hours."

"I'll be here," she said. "I'm going out for lunch but I should be back before you get here. See you soon, honey."

"Bye, mom. Love you," he said and hung up.

Amy was going to meet her friend Bridgette for lunch. She was planning on wearing a dress; with her son coming to visit, Amy gave a little more thought into what she was going to wear. After washing her hair, Amy ran her fingers over her legs and decided to shave. Once finished, her hands glided over her smooth skin, bringing a smile to her face. The thought of her son touching them produced a soft moan from her lips. Her hand slipped down her wet body to her pussy, which she had let go untrimmed for a couple of weeks. What the hell. Amy turned off the shower, sat on the edge of the tub, and applied shaving gel. With each stroke of the razor, she felt her arousal heighten. She knew she was really doing this for herself, but when she was finished she ran her fingers over her bare skin and imagined her son touching her.

Amy went over to her walk-in closet, deciding on one of her more casual but stylish dresses. Her eyes settled on her black and white polka dot dress; she called it her "Stepford Wives" dress because the line came out shortly after the movie hit theaters, and resembled those worn by the women in the film. That decided, she went to her dresser and pulled out a black thong and slipped into it; the feel of it against her freshly shaven skin made her feel young and sexy. After drying her hair, Amy put on the dress, wrapping the white tie from the top around her neck, making a small bow. She looked in the mirror and smiled broadly.

An hour after she returned home from lunch, Dan arrived at the door.

"Hi, Dan. You got here in pretty good time."

Dan dropped his duffle bag to the floor. "Yeah, it was a pretty smooth drive." It took him only a moment to notice how his mom was dressed. "You look nice," he said. Amy noticed he gave her a quick once-over before resting his eyes on hers.

"I had lunch with Bridgette."

"Well, you look beautiful." Dan realized he was gawking and quickly picked up his bag. "Hope you don't mind; I brought a couple loads of laundry."

"Not at all. Why don't we get a load in," Amy said as she led her son to the mudroom off the garage.

When his mother turned around, he caught himself staring - first at the white bow around her long neck, and then trailing down the smooth, bare skin of her exposed back.

"So," Amy said as she walked, "have you decided if you're staying the night?"

Dan was shaken from his reverie. "What? Oh…uh, I'm not sure yet. I'll see how long it takes to get the laundry done."

"Well at least stay for dinner," Amy said as she took the bag from her son and started loading the laundry.

"Okay," he answered.

"Hey, do you want to order something? I wasn't really planning on cooking today. Maybe Thai, your favorite?" Amy turned to look at Dan as she closed the washer and turned the dial, the machine vibrating as it came to life.

"That sounds good," Dan replied.

It was 5:00 when Amy put the second load of laundry in the dryer as Dan ordered dinner. She was enjoying her time alone with her son, occasionally a naughty thought crossing her mind. She hoped Dan didn't notice her skin flush with each taboo thought.

As he helped his mother get out the plates and silverware, Dan couldn't help but notice how good she looked. The dress perfectly enhanced her figure, the skirt flaring just below her knees. Her legs were tan and toned, the skirt covering enough to allow his mind's eye to wander up her legs, past the knee and up her thigh…

"Dan. Dan," Amy said a little more loudly.

"I'm sorry, mom. Just zoning out for a second." Dan shook his head.

It did not escape Amy where her son was looking while he was daydreaming.

"What do you want to drink?" she asked.

"Iced tea, if you have it," he answered.

Once the food arrived they went to the dining room. As they ate, Dan looked up from time to time, watching his mother place a morsel of food between her full, red lips, and imagining it was something else filling her mouth. He cursed Jessica for opening the floodgates. He certainly always thought his mom was good looking, but it wasn't really until New Year's Eve that he thought of her sexually. He felt his manhood stir in his pants and tried to start up a conversation as they ate, distracting himself from the forbidden thoughts bouncing around his head.

"So how's work? Any business trips coming up?" He took another bite, not looking at his mother directly as he spoke.

"Um, one trip to Portland next month. Other than that, pretty quiet," she answered.

As she took a sip of water, exposing her neck as she tilted her head back, Dan gazed down the deep, curved V of the dress' neckline that left her flawless skin uncovered, but leaving plenty to his imagination. His thoughts wandered to the last time he was home and the night Jessica had him jerk off, thinking about being with an older woman, and fantasizing that the older woman was his own mother. Dan excused himself to go to the restroom.

He closed the bathroom door and leaned on the vanity. "C'mon, dude. Get a grip. She's your mother," he said to himself with an annoyed, whispered tone. He splashed some cold water on his face, took a deep breath, and exhaled loudly.

When he returned to the dining room, the plates were gone and his mother was in the kitchen putting the dishes in the dishwasher. He came up along side her and helped her load the dishwasher. He could smell the faint scent of her perfume, which seemed to travel directly into his bloodstream and down to his loins.

Amy sensed Dan's presence as he walked up to her. Her body responded, as she again felt butterflies in her stomach. She had witnessed first-hand (thanks to Jessica) what her son was capable of, and those thoughts raced through her mind, making her conscious of each beat of her heart.

When they were finished with the dishes, they went to the family room. Amy sat in the easy chair; Dan parked himself on the sofa, facing his mother. As Amy sat, she slowly crossed her legs. This motion was not lost on her son, who, without hiding it, stared and caught a glimpse of her inner thighs. He rested his hands on his lap, hiding the growing member in his pants. Was she just looking at my crotch? Was that a smile I just saw?

"Your laundry should be done in about a half-hour," she said.

"Sounds good," Dan answered. He looked at his watch. "I'll probably head back tonight."

Amy's heart sank. She knew (probably) nothing would happen if he stayed, and she wasn't even sure if she wanted anything to happen. But that didn't mean she didn't want the torture of having her son sleeping just down the hall from her bedroom. She hoped her disappointment didn't show.

Forty minutes later and his laundry packed, Dan walked to the door, turned around, and dropped his back. As his mother walked toward him, carrying a bottled water for the trip, his senses seemed to heighten. He noticed every nuance of her movements: the slight smile on her face and the hint of disappointment in her eyes; the bounce of her heavy breasts with each step; her delicate fingers wrapped loosely around the bottle; and her perfectly shaped calves, accentuated by the heels of her pumps.

Amy dropped the bottle into one of the side pockets of the duffle bag. As she bent over, Dan caught a glimpse of her breasts straining against her dress. When she stood upright, Dan hugged her, placing his hands on his mother's bare back, her skin warm to the touch. He brought her close to him, acutely aware of her body against his – her skin against his fingertips, her breasts crushed against his chest, her arms wrapped around his back, his tortured cock grazing her abdomen.

He stepped back, startled, and tried to gain control of his faculties. "Thanks for dinner and doing my laundry," he said, his voice a little hoarse.

"Your welcome." Amy leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. "Give me a call if you need anything, okay?"

Dan picked up his bag. "I will." He opened the door and walked to the car, looking back once to see his mother still in the doorway.

Once Dan had pulled out of the driveway, Amy closed the door and settled on the sofa. It was then she noticed how warm her body felt and how moist she was between her legs. Settling on the sofa, she grazed one hand down her body and lifted up her dress with the other, bunching the material around her waist. Positioning herself on the edge of the sofa, Amy rubbed the small triangle of fabric that covered her aroused sex. She exhaled deeply and closed her eyes, focusing on the sensations coursing through her body. Amy freed herself of her panties and placed two fingers in her mouth. She reached down and slowly rubbed her clit in a firm, steady circular motion.

Dan was ten minutes from the house when he realized he forgot the real reason he came home. He swore to himself and turned the car around.

Amy slipped a finger between her outer lips and into her wet hole as she continued to rub her clit with her other hand. She was slowly building a steady tempo that she knew would bring her the satisfaction her wanton needs required. At that moment, she wasn't thinking about her standing order of abstinence from her daughter; all that she could think about was her son's gorgeous body and what she would let him do to her if he were still there. She moaned softly as she felt her heart rate quicken. She pictured her daughter offering her breasts to her mouth and her son burying his cock deep in her cunt when she heard the lock turn in the front door.

Amy felt her body go cold and quickly stood up. Just as the door opened she spotted her panties on the sofa and stuffed them in one of the cracks between the cushions.

She gathered herself and yelled, "Is that you, Dan?"

"Yup. I forgot my basketball and sneakers."

Amy came out to the foyer. "I'll get them; you wait here."

Dan walked into the kitchen to get a second bottle of water. He passed by the sofa and noticed something sticking out from in between the cushions. He pulled it out and realized with shock he was holding what had to be his mother's panties. Instinctively, he brought it to his face and inhaled deeply. Fuck, was she wearing this today? The panties carried a scent of arousal that was unmistakable. He didn't hear his mother return until he heard her footfalls on the wood floor of the foyer.

As Amy turned the corner, she saw her son standing in the living room holding something. Oh my God! Her mind raced for an explanation, an excuse, and a way to divert the impending disaster. She decided on humor.

"Well, this is a little embarrassing," Amy said.

Dan felt all of the blood run out of his face…and out of his cock. "I'm sorry, mom. I went to get some more water and I saw something – I didn't know what – in the sofa, and when I realized what it was you were back down the stairs."

Amy chuckled. You couldn't make this shit up! She held out her hand. Dan handed them over and looked on in disbelief as his mother slipped her panties up her long legs, providing him with a beautiful view of her shapely thighs.

He was still staring at her when Amy said, "Well, are you going to have a seat or are you just going to keep staring at me until you burn a hole through my dress?"

"Sorry," Dan said.

"Look," she said, "don't worry about it. I'm the one who should be embarrassed. It was my thong you found in the sofa." Amy wasn't sure what to say next. "Let's forget it, okay? It's getting late. Why don't you stay the night? You can leave in the morning and be back in plenty of time to do what you need to do for school Monday."

Amy could feel the tension in the room. "I think we could both use a glass of wine. I was going to open a bottle tonight anyway. Why don't you stay, have some wine, and we'll laugh about it," she said, hoping he would agree.

Dan acquiesced and went to the kitchen with his mother. She opened a bottle of Chardonnay she had chilling in the fridge and poured two glasses, handing one to her son. Dan wasted no time in taking a long sip. He took another sip and was already feeling more relaxed.

Amy leaned against the counter. Now what, she thought. She needed some liquid courage and downed half her glass. The warmth of the alcohol spread quickly through her body. "Why don't we go have a seat."

Dan sat in the easy chair, partly because he didn't trust himself to sit next to his mother on the sofa. He was amazed at how her and Jessica looked so much alike. His mother could easily pass for someone in her late twenties, he thought.

Amy followed his eyes down her body, saying nothing. The electricity in the room was palpable, keeping both of them on edge despite the wine. She felt her nipples harden against his gaze. Amy thought about all of the times she had masturbated, thinking of her son. She wanted him so badly, but knew she couldn't do it – or at least shouldn't do it.

They hadn't said a word for over a minute; it might as well have been an hour. Finally, Dan broke the silence. He took another sip, emptying his glass. "I'll get the bottle. You want some more, right?"

"Please," Amy said, downing her own glass.

Dan returned a moment later and stood over her, filling her glass. She imagined for a moment her son filling her cunt with his cock as she stared at the phallic shape filling her vessel.

Searching for something to say and looking for a subject that would entice a response, Amy asked, "So, do you know if Jessica's seeing anyone?"

Dan wasn't sure what to say. He decided to play dumb. "No, I don't think she is."

"Hmm…I think she's been seeing someone for a little while now."

Where is she going with this? "Really? I didn't know," Dan lied. "What's his name?"

Amy was enjoying this. She knew he and Jessica told each other everything, and there was no way he didn't know what she was up to. "Her name, you mean. I don't know. I just know that her and her roommate are close." Amy crossed her legs and took another sip, feeling more confident and defiant with each swallow. "She's something else, isn't she? Boys, girls, it's all the same to her." Amy smiled and looked directly into Dan's eyes. "Like mother, like daughter."

Dan almost choked on his wine. "What!?"

"What? Did you think I never experimented when I was young?"

Dan was at a loss for words. This is unbelievable! "No…I never thought about it."

"Well, before I had you two…let's just say I have some experience."

Dan's interest was peaked. He felt a stirring in his pants as he said, "Care to share, mom?"

Amy was feeling good from the wine, but not enough to divulge all her secrets. "I think I've said enough."

The conversation shifted to more mundane subjects for a while. When Amy finished her second glass, her inhibitions were waning and her wanton needs began to surface again. She felt warm and realized she was still wearing her dress. "I'm going to go change."

Amy returned a few moments later and Dan nearly choked again. His mother was wearing a white tank top that clung tightly to her torso and left little doubt her state of arousal, as her hard nipples pressed against the thin fabric. His eyes traveled down to a pair of pajama shorts that hugged her hips and showed off her beautiful legs and round ass.