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"That's more like it," she said without turning. She didn't want him to see the way her bottom lip was quivering.

When she did turn around she noticed that he was fully dressed.

"No robe this morning?" she questioned.

Chuckling he replied, "Didn't want what happened yesterday to happen again."

"That's disappointing," she said as she sat. "I was hoping for another show."

He wasn't sure if she was serious or not until he saw the twinkle in her eyes.

"Twice in one day wasn't good enough?" he laughed.

"Us old gals like a thrill just as much as the next guy," came her reply.

"Well, if you play your cards right you might catch me coming out of the shower again. Something I really do apologize for, Mom. I didn't expect you in so soon."

The rest of the day went by smoothly. Lauren did notice that he seemed to be more helpful than normal, even going grocery shopping with her. As the week went by she noticed that he had become a little more touchy-feely. Nothing outrageous, just light touches on her arms, sometimes brushing against her even though there was plenty of room to get by her. She also noticed that he watched her more often than usual, she could feel his eyes on her whenever he was around. At first she found that a little disconcerting, but by Thursday she found herself doing the same thing to him. One thing that had changed was he no longer kissed her on the neck. He went back to giving her light hugs and pecks on the cheek instead. Oddly, she missed it.

By Friday Mark was quite pleased how things were going. Amy had told him to take his time, so that's what he was doing. His mom seemed more relaxed, even teasing him about when he was going to flash her again. He did miss feeling her tremble when he kissed her neck but knew if he was going to succeed he had to go slow.

The weekend flew by. He helped her in her flower garden on Saturday and on Sunday they made cookies together. If anyone had been watching they would've sworn it was like watching two teenagers play, because a lot of flour was wasted as they kept bumping into each other. Sunday evening found them on the couch watching a romance movie, Lauren snuggled up tight against her son. During a commercial break Mark turned to her and asked why she didn't wear panties with her pantyhose.

Stunned, she leaned away from him and asked, "Where did that come from?"

With a shrug of his shoulder he said, "Just curious."

"That's a strange thing for you to be wondering about, don't you think?"

"It is, but each time I've seen you in your pantyhose I noticed you didn't wear panties, and I was just wondering why," he answered, his face slightly red.

Lauren's brow furrowed as she registered his use of the words 'each time'. How many times had he seen her in just her pantyhose she wondered. She knew of only that one time a week ago, but he had implied that he had seen her dressed that way on more than one occasion. She couldn't help but wonder if he'd been spying on her.

"Each time?" she asked.

Relief washed over her when he told her about coming home and finding her on the couch with her dress hiked up. She remembered that night. Snuggling back into him she couldn't stop wondering what had gone through his mind as he gazed down on her sleeping form. Probably had a boner for days she found herself hoping.

He heard her soft giggle and asked, "What's so funny?"

Patting his arm she replied, "Nothing sweetie. But to put your mind at ease, I find wearing panties with them is a little too uncomfortable."

Marked draped his arm back over her shoulders and pulled her closer.

Monday morning Mark decided to resume kissing her on the neck, but unfortunately she was already sitting at the table when he stepped into the kitchen. There was a cup waiting for him on the counter. They exchanged their normal banter until it was time for him to go to work. The day dragged by.

Tuesday he got lucky and caught her just getting ready to pour her first cup of the day. Stealthily he slid in behind her and encircled her waist with his arms, his hands pressed just above her mound. When his lips met her neck she stiffened.

"Honey, you really shouldn't be doing that," she whispered even as her hand came up and cupped the back of his head.

"You like it, don't you?" he whispered back.

"Yes," she answered with a tremor in her voice.

"Good, because I forgot to give you a hug yesterday," he proclaimed, once more raining soft kisses up and down the side of her neck.

Lauren melted into him until it dawned on her that one of his hands had slid down and was resting squarely on her mound. Before she could protest he backed away, but not before the hand on her mound pressed harder. She couldn't stop the tiny moan from coming out. The rest of the morning she sat there in a half daze with her pussy on fire and her mind a jumbled mess of outrages thoughts. Even after Mark left for work she sat there staring into her luke-warm cup of coffee. She was troubled by the knowledge that if her son had kept his hand on her mound much longer she would have surely orgasmed.

Thursday she did have an orgasm. She was waiting, half asleep, for the coffee to brew, her hair already in a ponytail, when Mark stepped up behind her. His hands came snaking around her waist, one landing close enough to touch the bottom of her right breast, while the other landed squarely on her pubic mound. Before she had a chance to ask him what he thought he was doing his lips went to work on the sensitive flesh on her neck.

"Mark...sweetie...you really should stop," she moaned, unable to control what was happening to her body.

Mark didn't stop. As soon as he'd seen her standing there he knew he had to push the envelope. So instead of stopping he began to press his hand harder into her mound until he felt his middle finger at the top of her slit. Slowly he began to rotate his whole hand on her mound making sure that the tip of his middle finger stayed in contact with what he suspected was her clitoris.

"Honey..." Lauren moaned, swiftly losing all sense of reality as her pussy flooded with her secretions.

Maybe if her shift had been thicker she would have had a fighting chance to fend off the waves of pleasure coursing through her. Maybe. But it wasn't thick. If anything it felt like she wasn't wearing anything at all.

What she hadn't become aware of yet was how Mark had slipped his finger through the fabric between the buttonholes, his middle finger actually rubbing her clit freely now, her juices coating its tip.

"I love you, Mom," he whispered.

She heard his whisper of love, then almost fainted when his finger slid lower and plunged into her sodden hole.

"OH GOD!" she screamed as her pussy clenched around his invading finger.

Mark felt her stiffen briefly before her body began to shake violently in his grasp causing the hand beneath her breast to slip and land directly on her tit. Without thinking his fingers sought out the erect nipple and gave it a pinch.

"OH...Fuck!" she shrieked as a kaleidoscope of multi-colored flashes erupted inside her brain reminding her of the July fourth fireworks they had watched.

Her orgasm hit her like a runaway freight train, derailing any thought of telling her son to stop this madness. Her eyes slammed shut and her legs turned to jelly as wave after glorious wave of pleasure rocked her very being. Huffing for air she sagged against him, thankful that he still had his arms wrapped around her waist, otherwise she knew without a doubt that she would have dropped to the floor.

Mark knew he had gone too far. All he had planned to do was lightly caress her mound, but somehow his finger had found a way through her clothes. Once he felt her stiff clit with his fingertip it was game on. But now that it was over fear raised its' ugly head. He had no idea how to explain his actions but was pretty sure that she was going to freak out when she gathered her thoughts. While waiting for his mother to finally regained some strength in her legs he continued to support her weight. Slowly he felt her brace herself against the counter, allowing him to relax his hold on her.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I got carried away, please forgive me," he pleaded.

Standing on her own, her head bowed down, she whispered, "Go, leave me be."

"Mom, I really am sorry," he almost sobbed.

"Mark please...just go," she almost groaned.

Relief washed over her when she felt him pull away, but she still stood there with her head down, afraid that if she turned around he would be there. It wasn't fear of him being there. No, it was fear that he would see the lust in her eyes. Her willpower was gone, he had awakened the beast of desire within her that she had spent five long years trying to keep caged. She could still feel his finger buried in her and his hard length pressed into her ass. More tingles spread out from her still twitching twat as her mind relived what had happened. Once her composure returned she knew she had to confront her son. Squaring her shoulders she headed to his room.

Mark heard the soft knock on his door and before he could say anything his mother came in.

"You want to explain to me just what the HELL you were thinking," she said, trying desperately to keep her voice level.

"I...I got carried away," he replied.

"You think? I'm your Mother, Mark, you can't be doing stuff like that with me," she said, the edge in her voice noticeably gone.

"I didn't mean for it to go that far, Mom. I really am sorry," he said, unable to look her in the eyes.

She had never been able to stay mad at him for long, and now was no exception. If truth be told, she had enjoyed what he had done. Immensely. But she sure wasn't about to admit it out loud. No, that was something she would keep to herself. Maybe even use it late at night. While she was thinking these thoughts her eyes roamed about the room as any mother's would. That's when she noticed the open suitcase lying on his bed. When she turned her gaze back to him she also noticed that he was fully dressed. A chill ran down her spine as she pointed toward the bed.

"What's this?" she asked.

"I thought you wanted me to go away," he answered weakly.

"All I meant was give me some space, not for you to move out," she softly said, stepping forward and slipped her arms around his waist.

Tentatively he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her even tighter against his chest.

"Are you mad at me for what I did?" he asked, his voice so low she barely heard him.

Tightening her arms around him she whispered, "No. I'm just confused about why you did it."

"Because I love you," he simply said, as if that answered everything.

"I love you, too," she replied before breaking their embrace. "Now put that away and come into the kitchen, you can't go to work on an empty stomach."

Once Mark had left for work she remained sitting at the table mulling over what had transpired. Try as she might, she couldn't deny that her son had given her the best orgasm of her life. She could still feel remnants of her fluids leaking from her pussy. Her husband had been a caring lover, but damn, she'd never shot off like that before. That thought caused a shudder to creep up her spine. With a heavy sigh she rose and proceeded to go about her normal routine. All through her workday her mind would recall the feel of her son's finger in her cunt and the stiffness of his cock pressed against her ass. When this happened another shudder would shoot through her causing a huge smile to spread on her lips.

Mark wasn't fairing any better with his own thoughts. He recalled how drenched his finger had been when he removed it from his mother's pussy. He also remembered sucking his finger clean when he had gone back to his room, the taste of her juices still lingering on his tastebuds. He spent most of the day just trying to keep his dick from tenting out the front of his jeans. By the time he got home he had no choice. He went into the bathroom and stroked himself into a frenzy of unbridled euphoria. It took three times before he was finally sated.

When Lauren returned home she found him sitting on the couch still in his work clothes. She said hi, shot him a brilliant smile and walked to her bedroom. Deliberately leaving her door partially open she proceeded to remove her clothes. Once she had all but her pantyhose off she turned and looked at the open door. For reasons she didn't understand she secretly hoped to see him standing there watching, but the doorway was empty. A slight twinge of disappointment flittered through her. She finished undressing then opted to just put on the same thing she was wearing that morning. A sense of expectation filled her as she made her way back to the front room, only to find it empty when she got there. Turning on the television she settled on the couch, one foot under her, and waited for Mark to come out of his room. She was quite surprised when twenty minutes later her son walked in the front door carrying a bag from McDonalds.

"Got you a fillet of fish," he stated as he placed the bag on the coffee table.

"Thank you honey," she said as she slid her leg out from under her and scooted to the edge of her seat.

It was only a brief glimpse, but as she situated herself Mark had an unobstructed view of her crotch. A small smile played on her lips as she watched his eyes go wide. She really wasn't sure why she was teasing him, but the look on his face made her feel a little giddy.

"Nothing to drink?" she inquired.

"Their soda machine was broken, so I thought I'd have a beer and maybe you'd want a glass of wine," he answered as he headed to the kitchen.

"Ooh, wine and McDonalds, how fancy," she chuckled.

When he returned he sat a full glass of white wine in front of her and took a seat on the other end of the couch. They both began to eat, making small talk between bites. She was at a loss to where the wine had come from, as far as she knew they didn't have any white wine. When she asked about it he told her that he had picked it up on his way home. He figured she might like a glass to unwind with. One glass turned into three by the time they were snuggled on the couch watching the eight o'clock movie. By the end of the movie the bottle would be empty.

Completely out of the blue she asked, "So, and I'm not mad, could you tell me what possessed you to do what you did this morning?"

Swallowing the last of his second beer he turned to look directly into her eyes. "I just wanted to remind you of what you were missing out on. But in all honesty, I really hadn't meant for it to go as far as it did, and for that I'm truly sorry," he told her.

With a light chuckle she said, "So your objective was to, how did you put it?"

Chuckling himself he said, "Re-light your pilot light."

"I see," she whispered.

"Did it work?" he asked.

"There was definitely a spark, but I'm not sure if it lit all the way," she giggled.

Mark didn't know how to respond to that. Was she suggesting that he should do more to restart her libido, or was it just the wine talking? He was torn with indecision as he turned his attention back to the television.

When the movie ended she told him she was going to bed, but when she stood it was apparent to both of them that she was really unsteady on her feet. Standing he offered to help her down the hall, an offer she readily accepted. As he helped guide her toward her bedroom somehow the hand he had on her ribs slid up and pressed against the side of her tit. He marveled at the feel, and since she didn't object he kept it there until they reached her door. Kissing her cheek he said goodnight and waited till she softly closed her door. He stayed outside her room listening for anything out of the ordinary, such as her falling before reaching her bed. When nothing happened and he noticed a light under the door he started to walk away but stopped after only a few steps. Turning he gazed at her door. Out of an abundance of caution he went over and opened it just enough so that he would hear if anything happened.

For the longest time sleep eluded him. He lay there staring up at the ceiling wondering what to do. Not about helping her open up, that was the least of his worries. No, what he needed to know was whether to tell her that he was falling in love with her.

While Mark was mulling over his dilemma Lauren lay naked on her bed, legs spread, the fingers of her right-hand dancing lightly over her stiff clit. Rarely did she masturbate, but her son's hand touching her breast had awoken the urge. Slowly she let one finger slide between her wet folds and sink knuckle deep into her heat.

"OH God! Mark!" she hollered as a second finger joined the first.

Mark couldn't help but hear her. Thinking she was calling out for help he rushed to her room completely oblivious to his own nakedness. Once he reached her door he pushed it open the rest of the way and was greeted by the most erotic sight he had ever seen. His mother lay there spread-eagled, head back, eyes tightly shut with one hand mauling her tits while the other stuffed two fingers deep into her cunt. The sound of her wetness filled the room as the glow from the bedside lamp left nothing to the imagination. Before he knew what he was doing he found himself at the foot of her bed savoring the sight of her fingers parting her hairy slit. Primal urges sprang up causing him to lose all rational thought. Slowly he placed his knees on the bed and proceeded to crawl between her legs, his eyes glued to her pussy.

Lauren felt the bed shift. Pulling her fingers from her heated depths she propped herself up on her elbows and gazed toward the foot of her bed. Even though her vision was fuzzy she could clearly see her son climbing onto the bed. At first speechless, she watched him crawl between her still open thighs, but her voice returned when his hands landed on the inside of her thighs and pushed them further apart.

"Mark? Honey? What are you...ARRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!" she wailed as his lips clamped around her throbbing clit, his tongue swirling circles around the sensitive flesh.

Feebly she reached down with one hand meaning to push his head away from her pussy, but only managed to curl her fingers into his hair and pull his face tighter against her steaming box. Another wail erupted from her mouth as a wave of pleasure, more exquisite than anything she had ever felt before, sent shockwaves cascading through every nerve fiber in her body. In no time at all her breathing became ragged, and her eyelids began to flutter.

Mark savored the sweet taste of his mother as his tongue worked tirelessly on her engorged clitoris, her juices flowing freely onto his chin. Lowering his upper body between her thighs he slid his hands up past her hips until they cupped both breasts. Deftly his fingers found her erect nipples and began to gently pinch and twist them.

"MARRRKKKKKKK!" she screamed as the first orgasm shot through her.

With a smile on his face he lowered his tongue until it was slithering between her saturated folds, eagerly drinking in the abundance of fluid pouring from his mother's twitching twat. Underneath him his rock-hard cock throbbed endlessly, soaking the bed with his pre-cum.

Fireworks exploded in her brain and her eyes rolled back into her head when she felt her son stuff two fingers deep into her smoldering depths.

As soon as his fingers were fully inserted into her wet hole he felt her body go rigid, then suddenly limp. Pulling his mouth from her cunt he glanced up her body and saw that her eyes were closed. Releasing his hands from her tits he shifted around until his ass was resting on his calves. Panic started to set in until he saw the gentle rise and fall of her chest. Carefully he crawled off the bed and stared down at his mother's dripping pussy, his rampant rod sticking obscenely out in front of him. He knew it would be so easy to just crawl back onto the bed and guide his cock into her soaked pussy. But he also knew that that would be the ultimate betrayal of her trust. Gently he pulled a blanket over her, turned off her lamp and left. He did leave her bedroom door open just in case.