Chapter 5

The night of the day following the one in which Scott had fucked Betty, his mother decided to take him out to dinner.

"I get so lonely with your father gone," she said sadly.

They went to a fashionable restaurant overlooking the ocean, where they enjoyed a fish dinner.

Sally had a disturbed look on her face, and it bothered Scott to the point where he felt he had to say something to her about it.

"You look like you're worried, Mom. What's the matter?" he asked. "I'll be okay."

"You're sure?"

"Sure, I'm completely certain," she nodded.

But Scott remained anything but convinced, particularly when Sally began to order drinks. She had one cocktail, then a second, and following that, a third.

By the time she was in the middle of her fourth cocktail, Sally's eyes were becoming glassy. She still, however, had the same troubled look on her face.

"It's no secret that there's something bothering me," Sally told him.

"I know that. I wish you'd level with me, Mom."

"You've been a perfect dear," Sally said, reaching out with her right hand and clasping Scott's left hand. "You're the man of the house, now that your father has gone, and you really responded well. You really have, dear. I'm proud of you."

"Thank you. But let's not sit here and praise me. I'd like to find out what's bothering you."

"We'll talk about that. I've been just trying to work up enough nerve to discuss it."

"It's that hard?"

"Yes, it is, because I have mixed emotions," Sally revealed. "You see, son, I really enjoyed that sex interlude we had the other day. Did you."

"I loved it."

"I've had so many misgivings about it. I wanted to talk to you tonight about the need for us to stay away from each other in that way. I just don't think that it would be right for us to continue having sex."

"But why not?"

"It just isn't right for a mother and her son to have sex. It really isn't. It's against anything I've been taught. I love you, Scott, and you found out the other day just how attracted I could become toward you. But it still isn't right for me to get involved in sex with you."

"That really disappoints me."

"It disappoints me, too," she said, turning her head away.

She finished her drink, then looked into Scott's eyes.

"My God, what's the use," she sighed. "I was trying to convince you of something, when in reality I was thinking the opposite. I want you, honey, and I want you right away."

"You can have me."

"You're too generous. I wish you'd put up a stiff resistance. We shouldn't be doing this at all. It's got to be wrong."

"No, it doesn't," he replied.

Scott became startled as his mother reached beneath the table and touched his penis. She ran her fingers over the material of his trousers, beneath which his hard penis swelled.

She rotated the fingers around his hard dick for several strokes, then swiftly released her fingers from his cock.

"We shouldn't be doing that here," Scott said.

"I know we shouldn't. I just got carried away. Let's go home right away, son."

Sally still had a troubled look on her face as she paid the bill, then left with Scott.

She couldn't help but feel that she was doing wrong, but felt powerless to do anything about her power-packed emotions.

Sally had even given some consideration during the last few days to going out and finding a lover, at least for a short time, until her husband returned home.

The longer she pondered the possibility of a lover, though, the more opposed she became to the idea. It just wouldn't be right for her to do it. She couldn't help but think that even though it was wrong to have sex with Scott, that it wasn't as bad as going out and meeting some other man and carrying on with him while her husband was away.

Throughout the ride home, Sally kept thinking of an easy way out of the dilemma, but there was none. She was hooked on her handsome son, and, as long as her husband was gone, she had no other sex outlets.

Several times during the trip home, when she had to stop for a red light, Sally would put her hand against her son's penis.

One time she got carried away to the point where she unzipped his cock and began to stroke it.

"You really are hot, Mom," Scott sighed.

"I know I am. I can't help but feel that way around you."

Sally finally arrived home, after which she promptly got out of the car.

She could hardly believe how excited she was as she walked into the house with her young son.

Sally looked like a young girl and it made her feel guilty to be feeling that way. She was after all, a very mature woman.

Sally reached out and ran her fingers through Scott's hair.

"Let's go into the bedroom, darling," she whispered.

"Your bedroom or mine."

"Mine! That's our good-luck charm. That's where we fucked before."

"Oh, Mom, you're such a good fuck."

"Just don't call me Mom, baby," she told him self-consciously. "It only makes me think about the fact that I am your mother. I want to get away from thinking that way, at least while I'm having sex with you."

"I'm sorry. I didn't think about it from that standpoint."

"That's quite all right, dear. I'm just pointing it out to you for the future."

"I won't do it again."

They strode into Sally's bedroom, and once they arrived there, she threw her arms around Scott and let her breasts plunge against his chest.

She knew that if she let her tits press against his chest, she would provide him with a new form of fascinating titillation.

Scott slipped his tongue inside Sally's mouth, letting the tongues collide. They engaged in a long spirited French kiss that seemed to last forever.

While the tongues remained passionately locked against one another, Sally reached out and once more unzipped her son's trousers.

She pulled out Scott's throbbing prick, moving the fingers of her right hand up and down it time and again.

Scott could hardly withstand the double action that was occurring, that of the tongues gently colliding and Sally's fingers pumping up and down Scott's huge prick.

When Sally finally released her tongue from Scott's mouth, she got behind him and took off his jacket.

"I'm going to help you off with your clothes," she said. "I want you, baby."

Scott was thrilled over the beautiful exuberance that his mother exuded. He could hardly believe that this passionate, sexy young woman was actually his mother.

He couldn't help but think, that when it came to enthusiasm, his own mother was able to surpass Betty. For one thing, she did not have an ego problem like Betty had.

In Betty's case, she had to be the whole show, whereas the same certainly was not true with his mother.

She took off his shirt, then stood back and admired her son.

"You can take over from there," she winked. "You can take off your clothes, baby, and I'll take off mine."

"Oh no," Scott protested soothingly. "I'll finish taking off my clothes, but I really want to undress you. It means a lot to me, baby."

"I'm touched to hear you say that."

"I mean it."

The longer that Scott anticipated the joys of removing his mother's clothes, the faster he proceeded to undress.