Uncomplicated Ch. 04

Kathleen's stretched hamstrings gradually relaxed as Chase put all of his weight onto his hands inside her knees, burying them into the mattress, her feet almost unnaturally resting above her head. She was completely helpless under Chase's weight. He had total control over her and didn't seem himself in this dominating role. The thrill of finally having Chase inside her was almost too much for Kathleen to fathom, and trumped the twinge of fear she was feeling right now in her helpless state.

Chase let go of her legs and put his hands on her tits, squeezing them lustfully. Kathleen put her elbows inside her knees to maintain her spread-wide position and silently moaned to herself at Chase's exploring hands. He pounded her hard, almost making the bed bounce under them. Kathleen was impressed with her 18-year-old son's stamina. Many lovers had said her tight pussy made it difficult to hold off orgasm. The bed was firm and rebounded her body, causing her to slap back against Chase with each violent thrust. Kathleen kept quiet, like a good little girlfriend, and held her knees down under her armpits, her ankles touching her ears in the sluttiest position possible.

Chase had no inkling what his mother felt at that moment; neither did he care. Fucking that sweet, wet, spread pussy was all that mattered. Up on his knees, he barely had to put any effort in to it, his mother contorting herself into the most easily accessible position. His mind was a blank slate, save for the encompassing lust that was driving his every action. He suddenly wanted to taste her body.

Chase quickly withdrew and forced Kathleen over onto her tummy. He pushed her legs open wide. Kathleen assisted by doing the splits for him, holding her legs straight out to the right and left. She lay down on her tummy, making her pussy easily accessible. Chase lustfully looked at his mother's pretty little ass and buried his face between her cheeks, shoving his tongue deep into her juicy hole while his nose burrowed into her butt. He single-mindedly consumed his mother's sexiness—tasting, smelling, licking every crevice she had in a mad frenzy, the pent-up tension lashing out through his tongue, willing her to yield to his darkest carnal desires. He was conscious of nothing else.

Feeling her son's face in her darkest crevice caused a ripple of dirty euphoria to emanate through Kathleen's belly. It was the most depraved thing she'd ever experienced, yet, she never wanted it to stop, reaching back and holding Chase's head down on her, pressing as hard as she could on the back of his head, allowing Chase to breathe only her from her deepest recesses.

Chase wriggled free of her hold and mounted her tiny ass. He reinserted into her vagina while Kathleen remained completely submissive. She loved his sexy weight pushing down on her ass, using her pussy for his own satisfaction. Feeling Chase's short pubic hair brush across her anus as he pumped her was causing a titillating frenzy inside Kathleen's belly. She could picture what he looked like, driving his firm hips into her, using her perfect, sexy body.

Chase fucked his mother like an alpha dog, maintaining complete control, manipulating her how he chose. He had never treated a lover this way; he was barely aware he was even doing it, acting under the direction of his id, not hindered by the rational thoughts of a fully conscious mind. He impulsively grabbed Kathleen's hair, pulling her head back while he rode her. Kathleen's neck ached in that awkward position, unable to move under Chase's reign. Chase held on tight to her hair, feeding his lustful subconscious with his manipulation.

Feeling his balls bounce on her clitoris was allaying any fear Kathleen was enduring due to her son's erratic behavior. Being manipulated and used by Chase went completely against every personality quality that made him who he was. Kathleen would have never guessed that such behavior would turn her on, but having raw, unbridled sex with the one for whom her love was deepest was stirring a desire she never knew existed. All of these strange emotions and sensations were coalescing into a beautiful orgasm. With her wide, exposed anus being scratched by his short pubic hair and her tender clitoris absorbing the impact of his constantly rebounding balls, Kathleen quietly climaxed under the domination of Chase's primal thrusting.

Chase was oblivious to his mother's ecstasy and hardly noticed the increase in her vagina's slipperiness, focused only on fucking her sexy body. He let go of her hair and put both hands on her little ass, pounding in unwavering cadence, as though he knew no other speed. Kathleen broke her silence and began quietly moaning as Chase maintained the pace.

Hearing his mother's voice turned a light on in Chase's head. Full consciousness took over as Chase became truly mindful of what he was doing. His mom's beautiful ass was spread wide in his hands, his thumbs nearly prying open her tight hole, wet with his own saliva, his hard cock deep inside her slippery, tight pussy. The awareness sent him over the edge and he immediately erupted inside her, ejaculating wad after wad of his creamy seed into the womb from whence he came. He slowed down as the pulsing subsided to find himself completely drained, gasping for air. He collapsed on his mother's back, trying to breathe.

Kathleen said nothing and waited patiently under his weight for her son to recover. She knew he had not been himself. The reptilian mind that had assumed control of Chase pushed his body to the limit. Several minutes later, Chase withdrew his softening erection from Kathleen's vagina. His breathing no longer labored, his sweaty back was beginning to cool him off. As his mind cleared, Chase slowly became aware of how he had just been mistreating his mom. He had dominated her. He forced her to have sex with him in unnatural positions. He had been treating her like a sex toy, an object.

Regretful anxiety soon washed over Chase. How could he have been such a tool to the woman he loved most? Still lying on top of her, he was afraid to look at her face. Thinking about what his mother must have gone through, he began to weep, softly at first, then more intensely, convulsing his body on top of Kathleen's.

She felt her son's shaking and heard the staccato exhales through his nose. "Baby, what's wrong?" Kathleen was immediately back into mothering mode.

Chase slid off of her back and put his face in her neck, hugging his mother tightly. He was too ashamed to look her in the eyes. "Forgive me."

"Forgive you? For what, honey?"

Chase continued to cry into her neck. Kathleen gently shushed him, unaware of the reason he was so upset. She was worried about him.

"I'm sorry I hurt you," he said through the sobs. "I don't know what came over me."

Kathleen breathed a sigh of relief. "You sweet boy! Baby, don't ever apologize for what happens between us. You didn't hurt me. Do you understand?"

"But, I was treating you like a rag doll. I've never done that to anyone. How could I have done that to you?" Chase wiped the tears from his face.

"Primal urges can make us do some crazy stuff," she comforted. "Believe it or not, it was a turn on for me, too." Kathleen put her mouth directly on his ear and whispered softly, "You made me cum, baby."

"Oh my God; no way!" Chase was incredulous.

"I swear to God. Next time, though, let me stretch my legs before you do that. I'm going to feel that tomorrow."

Chase laughed. "I'm sor—I mean okay."

Kathleen hugged her son tight and held him. Chase melted into her, the world revolving around them. "Don't let go," he said to her. She lovingly obliged her son's request.

"I love you, baby."

Chase kissed Kathleen's neck as he nuzzled into her. In their loving, naked embrace, she finally fell into deep sleep for the rest of the night.

Kathleen awoke from the dim light of morning sunshine trying to find its way past the gaps around the opaque curtains of their hotel room. She opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling, reliving in her mind what had transpired in the bed a few hours ago. She gave an audible sigh. "Oh, God," she said, contemplating how she was going to tell this to Jon.

Chase awoke to his mother's voice and rolled over to kiss her shoulder. Kathleen was as beautiful as ever. He sensed the tension in her body and cuddled up next to her. "Don't worry," he said.

"Oh, baby, I wish it was that easy. This is really going to complicate things with your dad and me. Going behind his back is new territory for us, not to mention it was with our own son!"

"Your son wanted you so bad," he said, rubbing the back of her neck. As he reached around her head to rub her neck, Kathleen couldn't help but admire Chase's firm chest, biting her bottom lip in lustful silence. She relived the feeling of Chase holding her down on the bed while he fucked her. Chase coaxed her to turn away so he could rub her shoulders. "Aahh!" Kathleen exclaimed as the tight muscles gave way to strong fingers. "God, you're good at that, baby!"

Chase rubbed slowly down her bare back, easing her tension. Kathleen mulled over in her mind how she would broach the subject with Jon. She still wasn't sure, but while Chase's hands were on her, everything seemed okay. Chase let his hands creep below her waist, kneading the soft flesh of her cute butt, not in an overtly sexual way, but the way a familiar lover would caress his sweetheart. Chase eased up when he felt the last of her muscle tension melt away.

"We'd better get up and hit the road," she said. Chase watched his slender, naked mom roll off the opposite side of the bed and attempt to stand up. "Ohhh!" she exclaimed, feeling the effects of her strained hamstrings from Chase's rough handling last night. "Aahh!" she yelled, forcing herself to stand straight up. "I don't feel 25 anymore," she said, rubbing her legs.

Chase felt a little guilty for her pain this morning. He still didn't know what came over him; he was just glad his mother wasn't upset with him. He watched her pretty little ass walk into the bathroom before he got up and went to his own room to get a shower. Alone with his thoughts, Molly was on his mind. He suddenly missed her. His attention had been so focused on Kathleen that he had hardly given his sister a second thought this weekend. Now he wanted to be with her. He had a surprise to tell her. He hoped she would accept the reality of him and his mother having sex the same way she readily accepted her fantasies.

Chase and Kathleen talked little about their late night tryst as they drove home, except to agree that Kathleen would be the one to break the news to Jon. Inasmuch as Chase practically raped her, she felt responsible for allowing their intimacy to progress that far. Besides, it was really good sex, despite the pain in her legs. She relived it several times in her head during their long drive home.

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In a long line of cars in the busy terminal, a skycap loaded Jon's bags into the trunk of his car. Jon tipped him five bucks before crawling into the passenger seat, happy to be on the last leg of his trip.

"Hi, Daddy!" greeted Molly from the driver's seat. "Did you save the company?"

Jon laughed. "I sure did! I'll be the toast of the office tomorrow morning," he said, jokingly.

Molly leaned over to kiss him, putting her hand on his cheek. They kissed sweetly several seconds before releasing. Jon felt his heart rate increase at Molly's kind greeting. "I missed you," he said.

"I missed you too. I missed all of you. I can't wait for us all to be together," Molly said, her subtle hint quietly imploring him to break his silence about their affair.

"You poor thing! I bet you were lonely in that big house by yourself."

"Tisha kept me busy; it was okay."

"Are Chase and your mom back yet?" he asked.

"No. At least they weren't when I left," she said as she drove them out of the terminal.

Jon thought about the inevitable drama that was going to have to happen sooner or later when he revealed to Kathleen what he and Molly had secretly done. He thought he should feel guilty about what happened, but he didn't. It shouldn't have happened, he thought, but he would have the memory of that beautiful lovemaking forever. He looked at Molly's creamy thighs sitting in the driver's seat. He felt ashamed that he wanted to reach over and touch her.

He shamefully forced himself to look at the road. His weekend had been very busy, but still managed to be sexually charged with Carmen around. She had made her usual flirtatious advances, and he had made his casual rejections. Sometimes he thought it didn't matter how he responded to her; she just liked flirting. Regardless, he was once again bursting at the seams with unfulfilled sexual energy. He did his best to keep from directing his lustful thoughts toward his daughter. Perhaps he and Kathleen could find each other tonight? No, he thought, not until we talk about what happened. He could feel the frustration building. He still didn't know how he was going to talk about it. He needed to just man up.

They arrived home to find Kathleen's car in the garage. Molly was giddy with anticipation at seeing her family once again. She walked into the kitchen to find Chase and Kathleen setting the table for dinner, eagerly anticipating the chili Molly had been cooking in the crock pot all day. The spicy sweet aroma hung in the house like a welcome home banner.

"Hi, baby!" exclaimed Kathleen and gave her daughter a kiss and a hug. She moved on to Jon, while Molly moved on to Chase. "I missed you," Molly quietly whispered in his ear. Once the welcome home euphoria began to wear off, they were all suddenly aware of how famished they were. Molly served up bowls of chili and they all enjoyed a well-deserved family dinner.

The conversation focused on the college campus and their experience. Jon and Kathleen were both happy that their son was going to get off to a good start in his education, but their minds were distracted by guilty consciences. They had each blatantly disregarded their agreed-upon rule and were dreading the consequences. Jon and Kathleen individually resolved to bring the subject up tonight, and deal with whatever followed. They were each painfully unaware that their fears were unfounded, each other's transgression graciously cancelled out by their reciprocated mistakes. If they were in danger of anything, it would be failing to talk about it with each other.

Late in the evening Chase unpacked his bags and flopped down on his bed, reveling in its familiar comfort—familiar except for one thing: It smelled different. It smelled...pretty. He buried his nose in the pillow and quickly solved the mystery. The scent of Molly's body spray emanated from the sheets and the pillow, arousing him with her phantom presence. Just then, Molly quietly opened the door and walked in. Chase looked up at her with one eye, his nose still buried in the pillow.

"Someone's been sleeping in my bed," he said in a muffled voice.

"Guilty as Goldilocks," she said, raising up her right hand.

"Now I'm going to smell like a girl," he complained.

"Trust me, it will be an improvement, chief," she said, sitting down on the bed. "How was the campus?"

"Awesome. It's an amazing place—the engineering school is first-class," he said, gathering his dirty laundry from the floor. "There are a lot of cool guys in my dorm, too. They were all lusting after Mom," he remarked with a chuckle.

"Typical," Molly commented. "Did you and Mom enjoy each other's company?" she asked in a teasing tone, half-expecting Chase to reply with a snarky joke. He said nothing as he dropped the clothes in the hamper. Chase turned around and glanced up at her briefly before looking down at his feet. He felt the blood rush to his head.

"Chase?" Molly appealed. "Are you blushing?"

"No!" Chase implored weakly.

"Why are you smiling?"

"I'm not smiling," he said, smiling.

"Why don't you answer my question?"

He wanted to, but he just couldn't get his mouth to form the words. Molly got up from the bed and grabbed his hands, interlocking fingers and pushing him backward into the wall, holding his hands against it. "Chase?" she said, a little more insistent. "Is there something you want to tell me?" she asked accusingly. Chase looked at her with a weak grin, at a loss for words, and then looked at his feet again. Molly bent down and looked up at him from beneath to force eye contact, still holding him against the wall. He was obviously holding something back. "What? What is it? What did you do?"

"Um..." he began, hesitantly. Molly waited patiently. "Mom and I..." Molly squeezed his hands tight. "...had a nice dinner together," he said, giggling nervously.

She let go with her right hand long enough to get a quick punch in his stomach before grabbing his hand again. Chase continued to giggle through the pain. "What else did you do?" She was very serious.

"We, um...spent the night together."

Molly pressed her body against his, their noses just an inch apart, her blue eyes wide and sober, piercing into his. "And?"

Chase feared what was coming after the next admission. He stuttered through his one-sentence confession. "And...uh...we...Mom and I...made love."

Molly didn't respond, but allowed the revelation to course through her body from her ears to her feet in a chilly cascade. She couldn't believe the words as they echoed in her head. She stared blankly for several seconds, and then suddenly kissed her brother. Gentle caressing of tongues quickly turned to feverish kisses, as she continued to hold his hands against the wall. "Say it again," she commanded softly, without parting lips.

"Mom and I," he said between eager kisses, "made love." Molly let go of his hands and grabbed his face, kissing him ever more lustfully.

"Oh my God," she said into his lips. "Oh my God," she repeated in a serious tone, kissing down his neck. "I can't believe this." She could hardly contain her emotions, and was giving Chase mixed signals. She was lustfully kissing him but seemed agitated.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

Molly stopped kissing and leaned her forehead against Chase's, breathing loudly from the sudden burst of passion. She held a secret. It was a beautiful secret that she alone knew. She relaxed her tense body and melted into Chase's arms. She needed to just enjoy the moment alone in her mind before letting the genie out of the bottle.

"Bun?" Chase asked, still a little confused. "Are you okay?"

"Was it wonderful?" she asked, still hugging him.

Chase grinned, embarrassed. "It was, um...the strangest thing I ever did."

"I suppose it was," she agreed, pulling away and looking at him.

"No, you don't understand. We slept in the same bed together both nights, but it was so innocent, Molly! We were just sleeping. But last night, after kind of flirting all day, we went to bed both feeling the pinch of sexual tension. Neither of us wanted to cross the line, because...well, you know."

Molly nodded. Their parents' rejection of their proposal had been weighing on her mind for days.

"So we woke up in the middle of the night, both with lust-filled heads from teasing each other all day. And, I don't know, Molly, I just went off."

"What do you mean?"

"I was barely awake, and all of the sudden I just jumped on her. I had no control over my urges; I just took what I wanted. I didn't even know or care if she was okay with it. I just went at her. I didn't know anything other than how much I wanted her."

Molly couldn't believe what she was hearing. She couldn't imagine her brother treating any woman that way, let alone their mother. "Jesus, Chase! Did you hurt her? You didn't hurt her did you?"

He shook his head. "No. But, afterward I felt like I had. I cried in her arms like a baby, begging her forgiveness. She told me not to apologize; I didn't hurt her. Then she told me being surprised and dominated like that turned her on. She was totally into it the whole time. Now I kind of think she led me to it. Holy shit, Molly, she knows how to push buttons!"