Yes Ma'am.

Nick sighed heavily. "You may not remember everything, but I do. I couldn't forget if I tried. I've always thought you were beautiful, and when I hit puberty I couldn't help but think you were hot- and don't even try to say I'm just flattering you because I don't have one friend who hasn't said he would fuck you in a heartbeat."

Considering how Nick didn't have one friend she wouldn't fuck in a heartbeat, that was quite an enticing revelation. Not that any of them compared to her own son...

"But when you came home wasted and dressed like a slut, feeling me up and talking dirty, I didn't care who you thought I was, or who I knew you were: I wanted to take advantage of you in the worst way."

"Take advantage of me?" Joss said incredulously. "I wish..."

"I did in a way. There were times when I couldn't just walk away. When I knew you wouldn't remember the next day if I felt your amazing tits, or rubbed your tight pussy, or jerked off while you touched yourself." As Nick talked, he couldn't help but feel how wet his mother was at that moment.

"So you weren't such a gentleman after all, were you Nicky? And I thought those were just really nice dreams..."

"I was almost sad when they stopped happening" he admitted. "But this is far better- having you fully conscious and at my disposal."

"I agree. Though I wouldn't mind if you got me drunk and had your wicked way with me."

"Hmmm, what are we waiting for? There are two bottles of Moët with your name on them."

***

Wrapping themselves in the luxurious hotel robes, Nick and Joss sampled the fruit and chocolates from each others' mouths between sips of champagne.

"I didn't know you were so poetic, by the way," Joss remarked after a truffle had dissolved on her tongue like silken bliss. "Your notes," she clarified. "Especially the one about chocolate."

Nick grinned. "I had hoped you'd appreciate that one."

"I touched myself, letting a piece of those chocolates melt in my mouth, just thinking about your words."

"I touched myself too, thinking about letting you melt in my mouth."

"Is that all you thought about?" she asked coyly.

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

Untying the sash and letting her robe fall open, Joss nodded. "Very much so."

"Good," Nick replied, undoing his robe as well and revealing his lengthening hard-on. "Because I'd very much like to show you."

"So I see." Joss didn't think she could ever tire of seeing her son's cock, no matter how guilty the pleasure it offered. And perhaps, because of.

Shedding their robes as they kissed, Josslyn found herself in Nick's arms, being carried to the massive bed, her head spinning with alcohol and lust. It had been a long time since she'd been tossed onto a mattress and seen a lover gazing down at her, handling himself as he savored the anticipation before fucking.

Without shame, she opened her legs and touched herself for him, circled her clit, pinched her nipples, finger-fucked her pussy, begged him to take her. Make her.

Ever the tease, he took his time removing her heels, her garter belt and stockings, using his teeth as well as his hands, until they were both truly bare to one another. And then his weight was over her, his mouth, his hands, his spell.

After rubbing Nick's plush cockhead along her labia, down to her entrance, Joss tilted her hips up to meet him as he drove inside. They both groaned with how impossibly raw it felt; how snug and hot and dirty and divine.

"Oh, god, you feel so good, Nicky!"

"You too, Mom, my sweet slutty Valentine."

The initial slow, deliberate thrusts, filled with pauses and kissing, soon became more rhythmic, almost punishing. But Nick knew when change the angle or speed, how deep and where, when to slam and when to slide. His hands gripped onto her ass, pistoning her onto his cock, the muscles and veins standing in sharp relief along his arms, abs rippling as he flexed his hips.

Finding her flexibility gradually tested when he gripped onto her ankles, Joss was grateful for her years of practicing yoga and Pilates. Especially when she started to cum. Nick was so deep, rubbing that aching spot inside so well, grinding out her climaxes with indefatigable passion, that once again Joss was gushing with satisfaction.

"Oh, fuck! Mmm, oh, Nicky, oh Jesus!" she cried out, as she just kept cumming and cumming.

"Aw, I'm gonna cum, aw fuck, Mom, I'm gonna cum inside you..." There was a desperation in his voice that Joss could barely stand.

"Cum in me, baby, I want you to! Cum for Mama!"

And burying his face in her tits, he did, pumping his sperm straight into her womb, a cry of anguished rapture muffled in her flesh. Joss could feel his cock pulsating as it filled her up with the very seed she'd helped create.

Kissing the top of Nick's hair, her nose buried in his sweat-dampened locks, she remembered how much she loved being pregnant. And how she'd always liked the name Valentine if she ever had a girl. Valentine Michelle Atwater.

When Nick managed to pull out, a flood of their juices expanding the already sizable damp spot, they both moaned at the bittersweet feeling of separation. Limbs entwined, they caught their breath and basked in the afterglow of luscious depravity. Not only had it been amazing sex- with a younger lover, no less, something Joss could appreciate even at her age- but it had been forbidden. Illegal. Ultimate level taboo.

But only because they loved each other so much. Because they'd already shared something other lovers may never know- experiences, loss, joys, hardships, growth. And now they'd shared something other mothers and sons may never know.

As if he was reading her mind, Nick whispered, "I love you."

"I love you too. This has, by far, been the best Valentine's Day I've ever had."

"You say that like it's already over."

"Oh?" Joss looked up and saw a mischievous expression on Nick's face. One that had reminded her of Drew, but now she could see it had its own brand of bad good wickedness altogether.

"It's not even midnight. And we have the room until eleven tomorrow morning. I plan on getting my money's worth."

"That's right- this room must have cost you a fortune." Of course- that's why he's been working so many hours lately...

"I'm not talking about the room, Mom," he informed her, scooping his cum out of her pussy with his fingertips and smearing it over her lips like gloss. "I'm talking about you, my slutty little Valentine."

Joss licked his salty flavor off her lips. "Then you should let me be on top next. Give you the biggest bang for your buck."

"Should I? Maybe you should ask nicely, then."

Curling her fingers around the thick base of his shaft, Joss purred, "Please, Nicky, let me ride your cock..."

"Yes Ma'am."