Angie Prescott glanced in the rearview mirror as she drove her minivan along the interstate toward her hometown. She smiled to see her seventeen-year-old son Zach sleeping on the bench seat where, not half an hour ago, she and he had fucked. Zac, in many ways, was not a typical male. Yet, like most men, he tended to doze after he came. Sometimes, he managed a few orgasms before fading away, but Angie understood that after a week of grueling football practices he needed his sleep.
“And,” she thought wryly, “he’s not getting much shut-eye tonight.”
She, too, had been sated momentarily by the quickie they had just enjoyed but her desire was rising again. Much might well happen within the next twenty-four hours. Angie was both excited and apprehensive, although she felt a strong conviction that things would go as she wished. She should have been more disciplined just now, in the parking lot, but she was sure it wouldn’t be a problem. And, even if it was, it could be handled. For most of her life, she had gotten her way – even to the extent of getting her son as her lover. She felt no remorse for any of it. Nothing she had done was injurious to anyone. She was a good person and a good mother.
Angie squirmed a bit in her seat. Without any panties on, she could feel her son’s cum trickling out of her pussy. Her bra was still on the floor of the vehicle, near Zac’s feet. It would have been more comfortable to have it on but that might have to wait until they could find a rest stop. Nonetheless, it all made her feel a little naughty, and naughty was a feeling Angie enjoyed feeling.
Traffic slowed, and then stopped, on the highway due to an accident up ahead. Angie took a deep breath and reminded herself that the first part of this trip would require patience and a sense of decorum from both her and Zac. As much as the mother and son lusted for one another, their relationship required discipline. Of course, it was necessary to do nothing that might reveal what they had become for one another. In her estimation, however, another consideration was just as important. From the very first, she stressed with Zac that becoming his lover did not change, or override, her being his mother. Both of them worked hard to keep the fullness of their relationship alive and well. It could not devolve to something that was only physical.
As the line of vehicles slowly inched forward, Angie heard Zac stirring behind her. She looked at him, naked from the waist down, and loved him. She also drank in the sheer beauty of his young, hard body. Even as he slowly awoke, his mostly flaccid penis still has larger than his father managed to be at his most aroused.
Zac wiped his eyes as he sat upright. “Where are we?” he asked.
“Still on the road. There’s a crash up ahead but we’re almost past it,” Angie answered. “We’ll be there in about fifteen minutes, hopefully.”
“And where is there?” Zac asked.
“Like I said,” his mother responded, “we are going to visit Grandma at her rehab center. I’m anxious to see how she is doing. Then, I figured we’d go to Antonio’s for dinner.”
Zac like Antonio’s, an Italian restaurant in the town where is grandmother lived and his mother had grown up. The food was good and the people there were friends of the family. He hadn’t had anything to eat other than a quick breakfast at camp. It looked like he’d not get much more before dinner than a protein bar. But then, he had fucked his mom. So, no complaints.
“Sweetie,” Angie said, “put your shorts on, please. And hand me my bra.”
Zac slipped into the passenger seat, pulled up his pants, and tossed his mother’s bra into her lap. With a smirk, he added, “Do you think you can get that back on while you’re driving?”
Angie raised an eyebrow at her son. “No, smartass,” she retorted. Placing the minivan into park as the traffic slowed again, Angie got up and moved to the backseat. “Take the wheel.” She then added, “And keep your eyes on the road. You’ll be able to stare at momma’s titties all you want soon enough.”
Of course, Zac snuck several quick peeks in the rearview mirror as Angie slipped out of her top and put her bra back on. She also took the opportunity to pull a pair of panties from her bag and pull them on. It was time to be Angie Prescott, dutiful daughter, wife and mother. As she took her place in the passenger seat, both she and Zac slipped effortlessly into their public roles. She directed him from the exit ramp to the rehabilitation center where her mother was treating.
Angie felt a pang of sadness as she sat next to her mother. She was going to recover, to some extent, from her condition but it was clear that the older woman was fading. Angie understood that soon enough she would have to face a future without her mother, and it broke her heart. Zac could sense his mother’s pain and wished he could say or do something to help her. All he could do, he did – he held her hand and told grandma jokes that made her laugh.
Angie and Zac stayed at the bedside for over an hour. Despite both of them, just below the surface of their conscious thought, thinking about their desire for one another, they both felt a reluctance to leave. But Angie’s mother was tiring and it was time to let her rest. The pair rose, said their goodbyes, and left the room.
Outside, Angie drew a deep breath and looked at Zac. “It’s okay, slugger,” she said, with just the faintest tear in the corner of her eyes. “It’s natural, and she’s in good hands.” She gave her son’s hand a soft squeeze and then asked, “You hungry?” This time, he knew she meant for food and he was famished.
“God, yeah,” Zac responded.
It was a short drive to Antonio’s. When Angie and Zac walked in, they were greeted by Ronny, the son of the founder. He was about Angie’s age. Surprised to see them, he greeted them warmly and showed them to the booth in the back that Angie requested. It was not yet time for the dinner rush and the spot was far enough away from other guests and the kitchen.
Ronny took their order and left the mom and son alone. There was some final discussion about the condition of Angie’s mother, but that topic soon fell away. They sat quietly for a few minutes. Zac sensed that his mother was nervous about something else. She was hesitating to say what was on her mind, and that was quite unlike her. After the drinks and bread were delivered to the table, Angie looked at Zac and took his hands into hers.
“Zac, honey,” she started, “I need to tell you something.”
“Okay,” he replied. He knew she couldn’t be ending their love affair. The very idea was absurd. But something was up.
“Your father has agreed to having another child. He thinks it was his idea, of course, but I planted that thought in his mind months ago. You know how he is – he has to think he’s the one with all the good ideas.”
“Really?” Zac was shocked. He had hoped that the sexual relationship with his mother would move her to divorce his father, not have another child with him. “You want another kid?”
“I do,” Angie said softly.
“Well, I guess that’s okay,” Zac shrugged. Then, impishly, he added, “If you think Dad still has one in him.”
Angie beamed at her boy. “Zac,” she whispered, “my handsome, sexy, innocent boy. Did I say I wanted your father to knock me up?”
It took Zac a beat or two to understand the import of what his mother had said.
“Oh? Oh!” he exclaimed. A bit too loudly he added, “Shit! Really?”
Angie hushed him and looked around but no one was in earshot. “Keep your voice down, Zac! Honestly!” But she added, “Yes, really. The only man I want as the father of my child is you. But you have to be absolutely sure.”
Zac nodded. It would change so much between them. He looked at Angie and said, “Mom, do you really want to be a mother again, or is this just about … us?”
“That’s a fair question,” Angie replied. “I do want to be a mother again. I have for a while, but I didn’t want it to be with your father. But now, with us, the desire seems right. So, it’s both. It’s wanting another child, and it’s wanting your child.”
Zac sat quietly for a few minutes. Slowly, a smile spread across his face. “So Dad would think it was his – pay for it, think he’s ‘still got it’, but we’d know. When we’re alone together with our kid, we’d be, like, its parents.” He paused. “It’d be like we were a real couple, like, kinda married, in a way.”
“Exactly,” Angie said, tears filling her eyes for the third time that day. “Exactly. I want this with you. You are and always will be my son. But you’re also my lover. And as much as possible, I want to be your woman, your ‘wife’, the mother of your child.”
Zac saw the server coming with their food so he squeezed Angie’s hand to alert her. Once they were alone again, as they began to eat, Zac asked, “So how would it work?”
Angie smirked. “Well, when a man and a woman love each other very much…”
“Very funny,” Zac said. “You know what I mean. I assume you’ve thought of how to explain this to Dad.”
Angie explained, “Your father has no idea how a woman’s body works, and has no interest in learning. Trust me. If I tell him I’m fertile, he’ll believe me.” Then she smiled and added, “And when I get pregnant, he would never consider for a minute that it wasn’t his doing.”
Zac nodded. “I assume you’ll go off the Pill then?”
Angie blushed. “Well, kiddo, here’s the thing,” she said. “I kinda already did.”
Zac tilted his head and took a moment before saying, “So, today, in the minivan…?”
His mother took a deep breath and smiled sheepishly. “Yeah,” she responded with a nod. “I only meant to give you a blow job, until we had a chance to talk, but I guess I got carried away.” With a chuckle, she added, “It had been an entire week.”
“Good thing I’m all in favor of the idea,” Zac said, taking his mother’s hands into his own. “But I hope you never really thought I’d say no.”
Angie’s smile grew broader. “No, I figured you’d be up for it. But still, it was wrong of me not to make sure before letting that happen.”
Zac grinned. “I forgive you, Mom. So, right now, you could be…?”
Angie shook her head slightly. “Probably not, but there is a slim chance. Most likely, if my calculations are right, Monday and Tuesday will be the best times this month.”
