Zinnia Blossoms Ch. 01

He collapsed against me, sweating. I kissed his shoulders, held him tight, kept him close as the final aftershocks of his orgasm drove the last of his cum into me. I could imagine that juicy cream coating my cervix, swirling in my cunt, and I wanted more. I needed more. I just needed to stop panting, needed to give him time to rest, perhaps give him a blowjob to get his cock hard again -

I fell asleep.

*****

When I woke up it was in my own bed. My head was pounding and there was zero chance of thinking straight. So I lay there in my dark room, watching a curtain twitch as a gentle breeze tugged at it, ran my fingers over my slick cunt as I thought.

Obviously it was a dream. A weird, horny, shameful, wrong dream. It hadn't really happened and while I shouldn't be playing with myself thinking about it there was no harm in a little fantasy, right? It was Linda, that's what it was, talking about such naughty stuff and then feeling me up on the dance floor. My cheeks burned as I remembered my daughters watching but they hadn't seen anything too bad, right? Just a pair of friends mucking around. And that night with Dane certainly hadn't happened.

I lifted my hand to my lips and licked my juice from them. I licked a stronger taste off them, too, a saltier and more masculine taste. Closing my eyes, then, I sighed heavily and let my hand slip down again.

No denying it, then. I'd fucked my own son.

And he'd been good. Not the best I'd had but then we were both drunk. The next time would -

Shaking my head so hard it hurt I sat up, angry with myself, furious. No next time! There'd be no next time! Once was forgivable, perhaps, but a second time? No way, no how! There was no chance of him pushing his thick rod into me, maybe from behind, bent over the kitchen table perhaps. No possibility of his manhood breaking the seal of my arse and invading the hot depths of my rear, splashing white cum into me, definitely no option of having him decorate my freckled face with his scented goo...

That's when my fingers, working hard between my legs without really asking for input from my brain, drove me right through the first orgasm of the day. I didn't need Tumblr that morning and that climax definitely wasn't my last - or my wettest - before I went down to breakfast.

*****

Dane was there with a cup of coffee in front of him. He swallowed hard when he saw me. I was still wearing my robe and rubbing my head. Bad headache. Without speaking I went straight over to the kettle. There was silence in the kitchen - not a comfortable silence - as I made a cup of fresh tea.

Stepping over to Dane I took the coffee from him and put the tea in its place. He opened his mouth to object and I put my finger in it. I'd washed my hands - had a whole shower - but the implication was very clear.

"No," I said firmly. "No stressing about this, you hear?" My mouth was a firm line. "Last night... no regrets. Don't you have any either."

Dane pulled back from my finger. Then he screwed his face up into a cynical, doubtful expression and nodded slowly. I nodded back and sat opposite him, finishing his coffee. God how I needed coffee.

"It's just," he began, and then stopped.

"What?" I asked. He flushed deeply but couldn't bring himself to speak. "You want it to happen again?"

Dane coughed on his tea. I waited until he'd recovered. My expression made it clear that he wasn't going to dodge the question. He thought long and hard and then, ruddy-cheeked, he nodded.

"So do I," I admitted.

I still can't work out if he looked more relieved or dismayed. If I'd told him 'no' it'd be an easy out - for both of us.

"Next time the girls are going to be out for the day," I said gently, "we'll discuss it more. Okay?"

"Okay." He nodded. That wasn't too confronting.

We went the rest of the breakfast talking about normal things. Finances, my computer, his car, the weather. It was... odd. Like this strange and special part of our life had just been put aside for a while. It felt, somehow, very right - and that made me wonder all the more if it were very wrong. We ate bacon and eggs with toast, had a second cup of tea each, I complained about my headache and giggled to watch him blush.

Before he went off to work, though, I leaned up and kissed him. It seemed completely natural. After a second he kissed back - not a demand, more of a recognition. Yes, that kiss seemed to say, things are different now. And we don't know how much different but we'll see them through.

Then he left for work and the day, somehow, seemed both normal and impossibly strange.

I didn't get much work done but I did dream a lot.

*****

And the next time the twins were out... That's another story.

— The End... For Now.