The Lab Rats Ch. 03 - Caged Rats

However, he still had feelings for her and didn't like to see her unhappy. She was obviously upset about Alex and the time they had spent together did not have seemed to have made the relationship any better. However, that had been an ongoing point of friction between the pair of them almost since Alex reached puberty. Mike's unguarded comment about Rowan's propensity to fly off the handle about the girl's Alex was dating was not the first time he had spoken out and the result had been no different this time... only more so!

He had heard, second hand, about the tryst with Emma in the summerhouse but shrugged it off as he would not have minded sliding his own cock between his step-niece's luscious tits. Why it bugged Rowan more this time he could not fathom unless it was because she witnessed it first hand.

But why was she there?

Why had she followed them?

To put a spanner in the works, that was why.

But with what motivation?

He had noticed her agitation when she realised that both Alex and Emma had slipped away but she had taken it a whole lot worse than normal. He had struggled to put it into context at the time but the more he thought about it he decided that her demeanour had been one of a teenage girl pissed off at the fact that her ex-boyfriend had gone off with his new girlfriend. Perhaps her going to find them and stopping her son from hooking up with Emma had been about jealousy. His comment about Rowan wanting Alex to fuck only clones of herself had drawn a reaction but maybe it was closer to the truth.

He smiled at the unlikely nature of what he was thinking.

'Nahh ... she wouldn't want to ... would she?'

Whatever the reason for her bad mood, the situation between Rowan and Alex needed sorting.

Chapter 22

The call from his sister had surprised Alex not because it happened in the first place as they spoke quite frequently, but by the nature of the call.

"So, I've been offered the use of a friend's parents' country cottage for next weekend and wondered if you would like to come along? There's a group of us going."

"Me?"

"Well, you're the one I'm talking to aren't I?"

"Yes ... but why me? You must have hundreds of people that you could ask before you asked your brother."

There was silence at the other end and then an exasperated sigh.

"Fine ... I'll ask one of the hundreds. Jeez ... I can't do right ..."

"OK ... hold on ... I wasn't throwing it back in your face ... I'm just surprised that a hottie like you would ask her brother rather than take some hunky guy ... or equally hot girl ... that's all."

"Well, maybe I would like to spend some quiet time with hunky brother ... and ..."

Sakia's voice became contrite.

" ... and as it's short notice ... none of the hundreds ..."

Alex chuckled.

"So, where was I in the list ... number 105 ...?"

Saskia was full of righteous indignation but laughed as well.

"You are actually the first ... so you'll come? If you're not ashamed to be seen with your hottie sister. Your words not mine."

Alex laughed again.

"OK, hoist with my own petard but I still don't understand why you haven't got a string of eager young guys waiting to get their hands on your hotness! I mean ... you looked fabulous the other night at the wedding but didn't dance with any one."

Saskia's snort of derision would have been audible without the use of a phone.

"I'm surprised you had time to notice what I looked like ... what with hooking up with Emma and jizzing all over Mum ... I still don't understand how it got on the inside of the dress ..."

Alex felt the need to stop that conversation very quickly.

"OK ... not my finest hour ... but yes I did notice and I'm sure I complimented you at the time ..."

"Yeah, but no chubby for me ... Mum on the other hand ..."

Saskia's voice was full of laughter but this was still dangerous ground.

"I did not have a 'chubby' as you indelicately put it ... I'm always that size."

"Nope ... I think I might have noticed before if your package was always that big."

"Hey, I cannot believe we are having a conversation about the size of my package ... let's talk about your tits almost falling out of your dress instead ... beautiful though they are ..."

"Oooh ... you noticed ... and you think they're beautiful ... what about Mum's?"

'DANGER DANGER DANGER'

"Err ... excuse me for being dense ... Mum's what?"

"Her boobs ... idiot ... when I was helping her dress ... I couldn't help but think I want mine to be like that in 20 years time ... and that's after 2 kids."

Alex tried to maintain his calm demeanour and not let his voice betray him.

"I can't say I noticed .."

"Liar ... you couldn't help but notice in that dress ... hence the chubby ... well I'll do what she did to me. Would you? ... If she wasn't your mother?"

Knowing full well what she meant Alex once again tried to deflect.

"What? She was asking if you fancied her ... if she wasn't our mother. That was a bit forward of her but I didn't know either of you were Bi or that you fancied older women. How revealing this conversation is. What was your answer? Would you?"

"No, idiot, I'm not Bi and I don't fancy older women. She asked me if I ... err ... would do ... umm ... "

Saskia panicked at the thought of telling her brother that she had effectively answered yes to fancying him, even in the abstract, and decided to move the conversation on to safer ground.

"Oh for God's sake ... let's just leave it. Anyway will you join me at the house ... we can have a lovely catch up time and who knows, you might even enjoy yourself."

Chapter 23

The cottage was set in a valley down a long gravelled drive in the middle of the Peak District. It was not at all what Alex would have called a 'cottage' and looked more like a mini Elizabethan mansion. As he approached the property he could see a tennis court and swimming pool and reckoned there were at least 6 bedrooms. This pleased him as he was hoping that there would be some of Saskia's hot girlfriends in attendance as he desperately needed to distract himself from the ever-present thoughts of his mother. She had not made any other attempt to contact him since the photo but that was a constant temptation as he had not deleted it. Getting laid would be a good enough distraction ... he hoped.

He was fashionably late for the 1.00pm arrival time that Saskia had given him but was surprised that there were no other cars parked on the circular drive outside the front of the house. Maybe his definition of 'fashionably late' was not sufficiently fashionable these days. He grabbed his bag from the boot of his car and approached the front door and tried the handle which opened; there was obviously somebody about. He walked into the hallway and this just added to the sense of grandeur of the building with a central split staircase in dark wood running up to a galleried landing. On both floors corridors led off to the left and right to a wing either side of the central hallway.

He waited to see if anyone had noticed his arrival but could hear nothing.

"Hello, anyone here, I'm Alex, Saskia's brother. Hello!"

He muttered under his breath and reached for his phone and sent a text to his sister.

- Where are u? There's nobody else here.

There was a short delay so he looked at the ancient portraits on the walls going up the stairs. The owners were obviously old-money.

- As u said the other day. I'm not there, I'm here

Alex was totally confused

- WTF? Why r u not here???

- Everybody has to be somewhere. LOL :)

- Ha bloody ha. When r u getting here?

Saskia did not respond immediately but he was distracted by the sound of a door opening and footsteps from a corridor upstairs.

"Hi Saskia, sweetie, I heard the car ... I'm just about to go in the Jacuzzi ... why don't you join me ..."

Alex recognised the voice and started to panic.

'Mum? WTF?'

The footsteps stopped on the landing and a surprised voice echoed down to the ground floor.

"Alex? What are you doing here...?"

He looked up and once again the sight of his mother was enough to stop his breathing. Rowan was stood on the galleried landing dressed in a small bikini, covered loosely in a sarong with her long blonde hair in a ponytail. She looked gorgeous and he couldn't drag his eyes away. Eventually he managed to regain the power of speech.

"Mum ... I could ask you the same thing... I was expecting Saskia and her friends."

She shrugged and smiled nervously.

"She had to go back to Manchester to sort something out but said she will be back later. What friends? She said it would just be me and her ... she said I needed a break from your Dad. Hell knows, she's right about that ... "

Rowan's obvious nervousness ramped up as she looked down at her son.

"You look ... it's ...err ... lovely to see you ..."

Alex swallowed as his own worry and discomfort rose up like a ball in his throat. He felt the need to flee before he did or said something they both would regret.

"Umm ... yes ... It's ... err ... lovely to see you too ... I ... umm ... don't think I should stay ... I'd not have come if I had known."

He turned to go back out through the front door but his mother's pleading voice stopped him.

"Please ... darling ... don't go ... we can't keep avoiding each like this other for the rest of our lives. We need to talk about ... what happened."

Alex turned and looked back at her and noted how beaten down she seemed. She was obviously not in a good place and he could not bear to be the one causing her anguish. However, he worried that any time spent in her presence would lead them right back to where they really ought not to be ... in bed, fucking like rabbits.

His 'fight or flight' moment was interrupted by his phone ringing. Saskia! He answered rudely.

"What The Absolute Fuck ... Brat?"

His sister's voice was equally brusque.

"I guess that means you've seen her. Well, get over yourself! If she's there put the phone on speaker so you both can hear this ..."

"What are you on about?"

"Just put the bloody phone on speaker."

Alex did as she requested and Saskia's tinny voice echoed in the hall.

"Mum, sorry about being deceitful but someone needed to knock some sense into the pair of you and neither of you was going to do it so Dad and I set this up. We don't want to go through another family get together with the pair of you acting like adolescents. You have all weekend to talk to each other and come to some accommodation. The place is stocked with food and drinks so you won't starve. There's a cinema room, snooker room, croquet, tennis, swimming pool and a jacuzzi so you'll have plenty of things to occupy yourselves.

Saskia drew breath and her voice softened.

"I'll pick you up early Monday morning Mum, to get you back for your train and I want to see you both happy in each other's company ... a nice farewell hug would be a good indicator ... in fact try a few loving hugs now ... in fact make this a video call so I can see you do it ... come on ... chop-chop ... "

Alex laughed bitterly to himself.

'Sask, you don't know what you are asking.'

He looked up at Rowan who had remained standing at the head of the stairs looking quizzically down at him as Saskia spoke. She looked uncertain and once again his heart went out to her and he felt the overwhelming urge to wrap her in his arms to protect her from whatever was causing her pain but then realised it was ... him!

He shrugged resignedly and held his arms out to her in acceptance of Saskia's suggestion. His mother's face relaxed into a small, pleased smile at his gesture and she started to walk down the stairs towards him with the smile becoming wider as she approached. He put the phone onto video call and aimed it at himself

"I don't think we need to go to that trouble but if you insist."

Rowan stopped in front of him and stepped into the circle of his arms which he folded around her in a tense embrace. She moulded herself against him and put one arm round his body stroking his back to try to get him to relax as she took the phone in the other and looked at the image of her daughter.

"Saskia, sweetie, is this OK? See, we're cuddling."

"Yes, I'm glad to see it ... you look a cute couple by the way ... I hope you can go on this way and stop biting chunks off each other for the rest of the weekend."

Rowan frowned back at the screen.

"To be honest, on one hand I'm very disappointed that you've been duplicitous but on the other ... I'm so glad you have brought my lovely son back to me. I feel sure that we will find plenty to occupy ourselves with ... I'll see you Monday morning ... OK?"

She disconnected the call, and looked with cautious optimism up at Alex.

"We will have plenty to occupy ourselves, won't we darling?"

Alex tried one last time to step back from the precipice he knew they were about to launch themselves from. He tried to disengage from the hug but Rowan held on tight.

"Mum ... mpff "

Rowan placed a gentle finger on his lips and looked tenderly up at the worried eyes of her son.

"Shh ... baby ... we didn't ask to be in this position but I have thought about nothing else since the wedding. I understand why you left that night and why you are trying to keep your distance but I decided I wanted another opportunity. Not just for the wonderful sex as I want the chance to explore ... 'us' ... further. All I can ask is that you give me this weekend to find out whether our relationship can grow into something else ... beyond mother and son ... and whether we both want that. If you decide to walk away before Monday and attempt to go back to a normal mother-son relationship then I will try my damnedest to make that work whatever my feelings might be ... and I hope you will do the same if the boot is on the other foot. However, if we both feel that whatever started in that chamber is the way we want our lives to go then we must find a way to make that work ... despite all the obvious problems. Can you do that for me, Alex?"

She stood on tiptoes and gently but sexily, caressed his lips with her own while holding his gaze with hopeful eyes. He gave a hollow laugh and shook his head.

"Jeez, Mum, you know how to seal a deal!"

She smirked and kissed him again as she powered off the phone and placed it on the hall table before looking coquettishly up at her son

"I don't think we'll be needing phones this weekend will we?"

Alex smiled teasingly at her and stroked a stray lock of her hair from her face, causing her to moan quietly and lean into his touch.

"Why, don't you want to send me any more photos?"

She had the decency to blush but there was a giggle in her voice.

"I was thinking you might want to get a close-up of the real thing ... I seem to remember you were keen to do that previously and I was a selfish cow and stopped you."

Chapter 24

Rowan stretched languorously but carefully in the mess of sheets of the big bed not wishing to disturb the large warm sleeping body of her son spooned against her back. She smiled contentedly as she cuddled his right arm laying over her side with the hand resting against the underside of her left breast. The movement of their breathing caused it to rub against her sensitive skin and she shivered as she felt an echo of the multiple orgasms she had experienced during the course of the hours since Saskia's phone call.

Her body ached from the physicality of their love-making and she felt a few muscular twinges as she moved, especially the ache in her loins and throat where his wonderful cock had stretched her over and over. She could also feel the tight skin on her thighs where it was encrusted or damp with the tell-tale dribbles of their combined fluids still oozing from her well fucked pussy. Her lips were bruised from their voracious kissing, her breasts and neck where marked by a myriad of love bites even her scalp ached where he had used her ponytail, now destroyed, to control her head as he fucked her from behind or as she deep-throated him. She knew his buttocks would be bruised from her heels as she clung to him and his back and shoulders were scratched raw where her nails had dug in as she demanded he fuck her harder ... deeper ... faster!

She shivered with delight at the memory.

She rolled over carefully to look at her dozing son remembering his dominating physicality when she demanded to be fucked hard but also the gentleness of his love-making when she craved tenderness ... especially when he used his lips and tongue on her ... OMG could he use his tongue!

He had stood looking down at her with troubled eyes as they continued to hold the cuddle that Saskia had demanded they demonstrate while she had pleaded with him to give her the weekend to decide whether something new would come from this. She knew he was conflicted and she loved him for that as some sons in that position would have taken the opportunity to fuck their mother senseless until they got bored, but not Alex ... not her beautiful loving son ... her lover!

Her lover!

She had cuckolded her husband with their son!

This time she had consciously chosen to cheat on her husband having considered the first time to be an expedient solution to a problem and there had been no thought of anything other than getting fucked in the summerhouse. She realised that it was disingenuous to not count them as cheating but on neither occasion had she made the decision with reference back to her marital status. She knew this was a creative accounting of the facts but she could live with that and now accept the fact that she was going to leave her husband for the man in whose arms she lay. She chided herself as she realised that she might be getting ahead of the situation in already believing that Alex wanted it too. However, he certainly had not held back as they had consummated their loving incestuous relationship, over and over.

They had not said anything as they continued to hug each other as they were both nervous about what the next step was. Eventually, Alex sighed and his body slumped, not in defeat but just a release of tension as he came to some sort of conclusion. Rowan had waited to see what he did next and mewled happily as he gently cupped her chin and tilted her head back, smiling tenderly into her eyes. The his eyes flicked away and started a journey to search out every detail of his mother's beautiful face. She looked in puzzlement at him but then sensed that he was looking at her with new intention ... as a potential mate, not as his mother and her heart beat faster at the prospect that he was coming round to the idea. As he looked he traced each feature with his fingers as though to commit it to memory ... the high cheek bones, the pale blue, almond shaped eyes with a slight slant giving an exotic look, the fine straight nose with flared nostrils and slight upturn, the soft, full lips and strong chin .... the elegant neck ... the strong shoulders ... the pert breasts ....

Alex was in a daze which, surprisingly given the amazing sex that he and Rowan had experienced before, was not based exclusively on lust and desire. Rowan's words had struck a chord within him and he too recognised that they shared more that just the ability to make each other orgasm. No, this daze was about the prospect of loving someone and being in love ... for the first time in his life.

Could he ... they ... do what she wanted ... to have a relationship .... a relationship of two adults, not just Mother and Son? He would always love her as his mother ... but could he love her as a partner ... a mate? Would a weekend, of what was almost certainly to be wonderful sex, be enough? He knew the answer to that and he felt sure that Rowan did as well. No! They would need to talk and talk seriously about the future.