Part 3: Absence Makes the Loins go Mad

“Oh God. Not again.” Charlene grumbled in disgrace as the rays of morning light stabbed between her eyelids that seemed less than willing to completely open. Her hand, still buried in her underwear, felt overly warm and betrayed the moisture between her thighs as she rubbed her slick fingertips together. For the third morning in a row since her son David had left her house, she had awakened from torrid dreams of their incestuous revelations to the realization that her body had demanded more than unconscious recollection in her dreams. Her clitoris still pulsed with the stimulation she had only just abandoned upon waking and the sensation coursed through her body with a terrible need to culminate in climax.

In the dawning moments of consciousness, the visions of her dreams; that of her son between her over eagerly parted legs, sinking his blessed manhood into her sex over and over, still felt as real as the room around her was becoming and without much care to invite reality too early, Charlene sank her fingers back where her body needed them still. The renewed splendor of penetration sent her ecstasy into sharper relief and she rolled over onto her back, pulling one of her shapely legs up under her other arm to make her labors easier. Her breathing began to rasp as her hand darted between her legs with its own will, sending her fingertips into her shuddering wetness with decadent enthusiasm.

“God baby, harder…” She whispered, already half way back into the dream of David’s cock sinking in and out of her, his own mother, the depraved whore such as she had become for him, longing to fulfill a need that seemed now rather boundless. Despite her shame she craved his body against hers, but the protection that her solitude provided allowed her to continue without much reflection on morality. The lust had once again taken control, replacing Charlene’s higher reasoning with the carnal needs that she fought daily now to restrict within herself. What had begun to trouble her most however, was the fact that each time she submitted to her furtive lusts, her body seemed to require more to satiate its appetite. Her fingers felt inadequate, measured against the memory of David’s cock filling her as no man’s had before. Charlene dropped her leg alongside the other, the burning in her core demanding more to be quenched.

“This has gotten out of hand!” She thought with aggravation, but too much had been done for her loins to allow her to stop now. Charlene rolled to her side, reaching desperately for her night stand as the beast within her screamed like a starving wolf at the moon. The drawer yanked open too easily, nearly spilling its contents onto the carpet beside her bed as Charlene grasped and discarded a book and her reading glasses case before her fingers wrapped around the shaft of the phallic instrument of pleasure that she hoped desperately would calm the storm in her loins. With trembling hands she twisted the base switch until the toy vibrated to life on its most forceful setting. She stared at it a moment, singing its rhythmic song in her hands, wishing for a moment that if she were to slide it into her mouth it would bear the flavor of her son’s salty skin.

Rolling over again, she penetrated herself before she was even settled, her inner walls pulsing with the dildo’s playful dance. Harshly she worked it in and out, grunting lewdly and without care as she imagined again being taken with the tremendous force she now only imagined her son inflicting on her. Her eyes had slammed shut, replacing her surroundings with the fantasy of David’s hands pinning her knees back against her heavy breasts. She could see him, beautiful and young, thrusting his hips forward until every inch of his penis vanished between her sensitive labia. He was strong; his eyes determined. She was his again; damn all her inner resistance, she would forever be his as long as he was inside her. She could decide if she hated herself for it later.

Charlene gasped out incoherently, the sound of her whispers and moans accompanies only by the low dull buzz of her toy and the coaxed juiciness seeping from her womb. The images in her mind altered, taking her body involuntarily with them. Without a care for the effort of it, Charlene rolled over onto her stomach, panting into her pillow as she raised her bottom up. The blanket slid from her body exposing her thong clad sex to the ceiling before she tore the saturated underwear down the back of her thighs and sank the toy back inside her inconsolable vagina from behind.

“Fuck yes!” Charlene screamed as she crammed it forcefully against her g-spot. A flash of how obscene she had to look occurred to her in that desperate moment of sexual need and weakness; ass in the air and one hand reached around to penetrate herself as though David himself were in her bed where she needed him, grasping her waist, calling her his and taking her for his pleasure.

“David… David!” She groaned repetitively as she relentlessly besieged her swollen vagina to batter against the spot that promised absolute release.

“God David, fuck me to death! I’m cumming!” Charlene screamed as her muscles tightened around the toy in jarring grips before dispensing a spastic feminine ejaculation that brought her slumping down flat against her belly once more. Her hand released the toy in exhaustion and it continued to pulsate, unguided in the depths of her quivering wetness. The climax had overpowered her to the brink of exhaustion. It felt without end of depth and relentlessness as it tore through her body with a tsunami of breath stealing pleasure. Even when, after some time, the toy buzzed its way free of her body and danced in the wet spot left on her sheets between her trembling thighs, Charlene made no dare to move and disrupt the ebb and flow of internal bliss that frenzied through her nerves. Only until the moment had fully passed, and the fantasy fully faded away; only when the buzzing phallus had begun to annoyingly knock against the side of her knee did she roll to her side, turn it off and toss it off the bed before letting her composure return to her enough to competently sit up and scoot her underwear back up her hips. The coolness of her own moisture on the fabric, long removed from her body to freely interact with the chilly air of the room, pressed against her clitoris and sent one last lingering current through her core.

The beast within was silent now, asleep until her immoral cravings awakened it again. Its less pleasant counterpart took its place in her thoughts, riddling Charlene with guilt and indignity as she reluctantly stood up and moved towards her dresser, in her daily mindless routine to select attire in which to exercise. With self disgust she pulled the tainted thong back off again and helplessly rubbed it against her vagina, only slightly less than horrified at how much of her dampness had smeared across it before tossing the garment in her laundry basket and slipping a fresh pair back up her legs. After donning a pair of her insulated black running pants and a purple tank top, Charlene turned to face the disarray that she had once again made of her bed. Her pillows were scattered and the thick down comforter had been kicked into one corner of the mattress and lay half on the floor. In the center of the linen, like a testament to her corruption was the large dark stain the size of a dinner plate and several scattered smears of saturation that her toy had done the honor of dribbling around her bed before she had found the ability to move and shut it off. With a sigh that felt too heavy for her own lungs, Charlene grabbed at a corner of the bedding to peel it free of the mattress and add it to her inundated thong in the laundry before she stopped short, staring at the clutter like it was a task far larger than it really was.

“Screw it.” She huffed and let loose of the fabric in frustration. Her mind was in too many places to play the domesticated woman and she crossed her room around her bed, promising herself that she’d take care of it after a hard run and a well earned shower. As she flung her curtains open however, all good intentions dissolved to the depressing sight of snow falling so thick, Charlene had to squint through it to make out the house across the street. What should have been a view of the road below her was masqueraded in thick sparkling white. The distinction between elevation of the street and the shouldering curbs was gone and the more she stared, Charlene felt certain it had been surpassed by several feet of frozen precipitation. Cars parked in their driveways were submerged to their side mirrors and for all the chaos before her eyes, it was apparent that the city snow plows had not even bothered to begin any attempt to start their efforts in her neighborhood.

“Punishment, right?” Charlene asked as she stared upward out the frosty pane at her faceless and seemingly mocking creator concealed behind heavy cloud cover, before slouching her shoulders in defeat and turning back towards her dresser, kicking her running pants off as she moved and flicking them with her foot onto her bed with the lump of musty sweet smelling linen. After sliding a heavy pair of sweatpants back on, she snatched up the dildo from is discarded location on her rug. It glistened with the saturation of extended use, but rather than provide Charlene with the smile of satisfaction that it had done its duty admirably, it had become another token symbolizing her feelings of utter failure as a mother. Hurriedly, she rounded the corner from her bed room, making her way to the sink in her bathroom where she thrust the robotic phallus under hot running water and began to wipe it clean with a hand towel with a mania an onlooker might confuse with a person destroying evidence of some horrid crime. When the dildo once again had adopted all of the clean normalcy that a sex toy possibly could, she walked back into her room, tossed it in her bedside drawer amidst a clutter of condoms and ball point pens and slammed it shut as though she couldn’t have been happier to have it out of sight.

The walk down the slender flight of stairs to her living room seemed to Charlene to be a decent into Hell as she knew she would be unable to look upon her sofa without vivid images of her son gripping his masculinity with all the splendor of its engorged potential in a full color flashback of what had started everything she now resented herself for. Trying not to look at its now innocent appearance, she sank into its soft cushions and grabbed for the television remote, giving little notice to the growling in her stomach begging for breakfast. Her thumb tapped the channel control rapidly as her eyes masterfully surveyed passing programs that, in the blink of a second displayed nothing interesting to force her to linger there.

“Can’t run; nothing on TV…” Charlene huffed with irritation. “This should be a fun day.” She added as she rolled back off the couch, punched in the numerals on the remote for the weather channel and walked into her kitchen.

“…an absolutely awful storm.” A meteorologist’s voice trailed off as Charlene opened her refrigerator and dug around for a Tupperware container filled with freshly chopped melon that she had cut up the night before. As she grabbed a fork out of another drawer and flipped the switch on her coffee maker the television spoke again forcing her attention back towards the living room.

“If you’re just joining us, we direct your attention to the north eastern section of New York where something of a small blizzard is consuming the North Country.” The announcer chimed more merrily than such circumstances deserved. Charlene plopped back into the couch and began to eat as she stared at the man on the screen who was wearing what, for all Charlene could account, seemed to be a suit made out of motel drapes. He was circling his hand against the digital image of an enormous storm that was sweeping over her area and worse, towards David’s. Instinctively she set down her tub of melon and hunched over the arm of the couch, wiggling her fingers into her handbag which was just out of reach to make it an uncomfortable stretch until she found her phone. Not bothering to settle back into place first, she tapped the screen to life. No icons stood out indicating missed calls, texts or voicemails. Charlene pulled herself back up into place and once again eyed her television. The animation being displayed confirmed her fears. A large dark purple oval that was presently right on top of her town was being shown drifting towards the right and resting comfortably over where her son was probably already racing down white slopes with little intention of moving on after.

“Crap…” Charlene cursed meagerly, and then smiled in spite of herself as it occurred to her that her concern for David was the first thought she had had about him all morning which hadn’t panged her with guilt. As soon as the warmth of that simple pleasure was through her, her mind betrayed its darker ambitions, replacing her maternal instinct with baser needs for him to come home safely. The animal in her loins grumbled in its sleep.

“Put the phone down Charlene.” She said to herself, and obeying her own better sense she set it down in her lap and stared back at the television without really taking into account what she was seeing before her. Her head was starting to swim with the prospect of his presence and the closure it might bring them. Her eyes settled back into her lap at the calm black screen of her iphone which stared back as though flat out daring her to pick it up.

“No.” She thought. “Let him be. You’re a mess and he’ll know it if you call.” As she set the phone back down on the arm of the couch drumming her fingers against her hip in anxiety as she tried to concentrate on the television.

“And as you can see here on the DOPLAR, the storm system will continue to gust down from Canada and into the northern and northeastern areas of New York, bringing with it significant lake effect snow and high wind. Temperatures in the Adirondack areas are expected to drop into the low teens and well into the negatives by evening with snow accumulation of five feet or more by nine o’clock tonight. Residents are advised to avoid travel if and at all possible and certainly to avoid major highways after 7pm.” The weather man reported as Charlene stared intently at the dark purple highlight of the RADAR behind the reporter as it repeated it’s animation; resting finally over the precise area that her son was staying. She glanced back down at her phone and back to the television. Deciding that a call from a concerned parent could be made to sound less needy than she felt, Charlene picked her phone back up, highlighted her son’s name in her list and tapped it. Her arm felt shaky as she tucked her hair behind her ear and lifted the cell to it.

“Relax.” She exhaled as the ringtone chimed. A mere several seconds of rings felt like an eternity as she fidgeted deeper into her place on the sofa.

“Hi Mom.” David’s deep voice sounded in Charlene’s ear as soon as the line clicked over. Hearing it sent a current through her body that was anything but maternal.

“Hi David. I’m watching the news and the weather heading for your area…” She began, her voice cracking so nervously that she felt like she was back in middle school, calling a boy for the first time. “Well… how’s the weather out there anyhow?” She finished meekly.

“How’s the weather? You did not just say that.” She scolded herself, cupping her forehead in her hand in silent embarrassment. For all her preconceived notions about how nervous she was, Charlene realized that there wasn’t going to be any way to escape the call without making a fool of herself. Fighting every urge to simply hang up and blame it on poor signal, she pressed the phone against her ear more firmly and braced herself for more of the same flutter her nerves would provide when her son spoke to her again.

“I imagine it’s every bit as bad as the TV says it is.” David replied with a casual voice. In the distance, Charlene heard many voices moving in and out of her son’s vicinity. “We’re all packed into the lodge right now hoping for a break but it doesn’t look like we’re gonna get one.” He added.

“It’s really coming down huh? Same here. In fact from what I’m seeing, you haven’t even gotten the worst of it yet.” Charlene replied hopelessly.

“Stop talking about the weather or get off the phone you moron!” Her embarrassment shouted in her mind. Charlene swallowed hard, searching into the recesses of her memory for a time not long passed when having a simple conversation with her son was still a relatively easy occurrence.

“Terrific. Well we were expecting as much. It’s already bad enough out here that they won’t let us on the slopes.” David replied with defeat in his tone. The air on the phone went quiet between them as Charlene moved her lips silently hoping with each passing second that the connection between them would fail so that she could stop trying to think of something to say. “Is everything alright? Did I lose you?” David asked, his voice changing to one of concern.

“No I’m fine here.” Charlene lied. “Actually I was more concerned about you out there.”

“Well, we may have to take off earlier than expected so we don’t get snowed in here.” David remarked before saying something under his breath to someone close by him. Charlene couldn’t make it out and wasn’t really interested anyhow. The simple idea that her son might have to return to her early spread like a wave of warm hope that permeated all the inappropriate areas her body had to offer. She looked out the living room window at the blizzard burying her mailbox and silently prayed that it continue.

“Oh. Well of course if you need to come home…” She began but stopped short, hearing the happiness in her voice that shouldn’t have been there. “That is to say, I don’t want you getting stuck or worse; into an accident. You scare the hell out of me whenever you take your car out in the snow to begin with.” She continued, feeling proud that she had managed to come across at least in part, more like a mother than an optimistic girlfriend. “You’ll keep me posted right?”

“Yeah of course.” David answered through the crackle of failing reception.

“Is everything else alright? Are you coming home in one piece?” Charlene asked. “How is Phil doing? Everything ok there?” She asked, hearing her words dissolve into a blather of disjointed nonsense.

“Alright woman. How about one question at a time before he doesn’t want to come home to your babbling ass at all?” She scolded herself unremittingly, feeling more hopeless with each syllable that came out of her mouth.

“Um yeah, I’m fine. Phil’s fine; everything’s fine. Mom, are you sure you’re ok?” Her son replied. Charlene silently cursed, knowing full well what had prompted such a question. She closed her eyes, breathing deeply to regain composure. Her heart was pounding in her chest and for all the chill coming through the window next to her, she felt like she was steadily becoming feverish.

“I… miss you.” She finally said just above a whisper into the receiver of her phone which felt heavier in her hand with each passing second. She wondered if David understood the context that her words were meant to convey. Gritting her teeth, Charlene waited for the reply to the simple truth she had not intended to express when she had dialed him up.

“I miss…” David began and then stopped short. Charlene tore the phone from her ear to check the call status on the phone, dreadfully fearful the conversation had been dropped, before replacing it against her head. “I want to say I miss you too but…” He said, stopping again. Charlene’s desperation peaked into verbal machine gun fire.

“No! I meant… David I meant that I just miss you. You know? In a ‘mom’ way? I wasn’t trying to force anything. I’m sorry. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. I didn’t want…” She rambled with terror in her tone.

“You did it!” She chided herself. “You pushed too fast and you’ve freaked him out! You freaked him out and nothing’s going to ever be the same!” Charlene ranted internally as she folded her knees up to bounce her forehead off of.

“Mom! Give me a second ok? I’m just not in the best place to… just hold on a second, ok?” David replied with exasperation.

“Yeah.” She whispered as a tear ran down her cheek. She listened in the phone at the scuffle of changing sounds and background noise for nearly an eternal minute before her son returned.

“You still there?” David asked. The air around him had grown nearly silent.

“Yes.” She answered; her voice still unable to rise above a whisper, though she realized that he had relocated because it was he who could not talk without ears all around to hear him.

“I was going to say I miss you too…” David began again. “But it wasn’t the right word.” He finished, motivating Charlene to lift her head from its drooped resting place against her knees. “Mom I literally haven’t had a second to myself since I left where you weren’t on my mind.” He concluded. The panic that had so quickly consumed Charlene fled, replaced by the flutter of a butterfly with A.D.D. in her stomach. “And I’ve gone in and out of being so hot for you that I’ve nearly bailed on Phil a hundred times, to staring at myself in the mirror, wondering what the hell we’ve done.” He finished. Like a weight lifted, Charlene lay back on her sofa smiling widely at the relieved burden of believing she was the only one who felt so lost. Despite any motherly desire that her son was away, enjoying himself apart from the cares of life, there was a selfish happiness in that perhaps, she was not the only one teetering on the brink of madness.

“David I’m a wreck.” She confessed. “Part of me wants to tell you how sorry I am for this. Another part…” She paused trying to decide whether to finish the thought. “… Wants you home so I can tear your clothes off.” She admitted, deciding that she would probably communicate more effectively if she abandoned the pretenses under which she had called. The truth felt better.

“Hang on a second Mom.” David replied. The sudden silence on his end was replaced with a flurry of muttered voices that Charlene couldn’t distinguish despite how intently she listened. Each moment they weren’t talking felt like a tap of water between her eyes that was steadily robbing her of her sanity.

“Mom the resort is closing down completely on account of the storm cause the weatherman said this isn’t gonna let up for a couple of days. Phil and I just agreed that the fun’s over. I’m coming home.” David sighed.

“Really?!” Charlene gasped, before realizing that she probably sounded too enthused about her son’s misfortune. “And when you get home we’ll… we’ll talk right?” She added hopefully.

“In this weather I might not be able to get home till late.” David answered. Charlene grew suddenly worried, hoping that his words were more a statement of fact and not an effort to postpone the inevitable.

“I want to talk. We need to talk David. I have no problem staying up as late as it takes.” She answered, pleased at how resolute she seemed to sound.

“Then we’ll talk.” He affirmed back to her. “Listen Mom, Phil and I need to get our stuff loaded up in the cars and get out of here fast. We’re not the only one’s leaving and the road is gonna be bad enough without a hundred people trying to get out of here.”

“Go sweetie.” Charlene replied. “I promise I’ll still be up when you get in and for the love of God, drive carefully.”

“Love you.” David replied, and the line clicked dead leaving Charlene feeling vacant in the hole his absence left behind.

“I love you too David, so much.” Charlene whispered as she pulled the phone from her ear and stared outside again. The snowflakes had grown noticeably larger and tapped against the window pane like little white pieces of cork. Across the street and barely visible through a static of white, neighbors were already scrambling out of their warm homes all bundled up in thick coats and knit caps to shovel driveways and brush off cars in the futile hope that it would make a difference. Charlene had lived in the north country too long not to know better and pulled the quilt she kept over the back of her sofa down over her body and snuggled herself more deeply against a throw pillow with little intention of moving until necessity demanded it.

She felt more at ease now, having bared her thoughts, if only in part, to her son and felt more hopeful about her approach to their impending conversation. She laid still and warm, staring at the television without much regard to the passing of commercials and the clockwork return of the increasingly negative weather report. Slowly, Charlene’s eyes began to close as the heavy sleep converged on her thoughts and ultimately silenced them.

Charlene lay on her bed, adorned in her favorite sheer nightgown as David’s body sank down upon hers gently. His mouth took control of hers with the soothing of all of a kiss’s intended passion. She could feel the heat of his erection against her thigh before she parted her legs for him, expressing without words what she desired most. His lips never left hers as he entered her saturated depths, the fullness of his cock expanding her inner walls to entrench itself inside her. Gently he began to take her, the thrusts of his hips deep and powerful. Charlene gave in; gave herself to David without thought or care. Desiring only to have him stay inside her forever, she wrapped her thighs around his waist, locking her ankles behind him. She flexed her legs, tugging him into her as he pressed forward. Her groans of pleasure filled his mouth as her tongue moved past his lips in search of its mate. In that perfect moment, Charlene was a lover to her son, careless of all inhibition. Lustfully, she raked her fingernails down his back until digging them into his young muscular bottom. He took her at her unspoken word and began to penetrate her harder. His lips broke from hers, gasping desperate moans of pleasure and she became aware of the pulsing swell inside her womanhood indicating that he was to fill her with his steaming warmth. She wanted to cry out to him; to tell him to climax and how much she craved the feel of his orgasm, but a strange ringing began to pull her attention away. She looked around her bedroom, frantic to find its source. It grew louder and more intrusive. David seemed to notice it to and pulled away from her. Charlene reached out to him but his presence had left her room and the ringing only grew louder.

Charlene woke with a start, wincing at the abrupt intrusion of light against her alert eyes. Her surroundings were as she had left them. The television was showing a car commercial and outside the living room window, the heavy snowfall had not ceased as the reports had promised. The only break in the normalcy of her settings was her cell phone, buzzing and ringing where she had left it on the arm of the sofa. She snatched it up, suddenly full of dread that it was David calling; that he had been in an accident or worse.

To a mixture of relief and annoyance, the touch screen glowed with Samantha’s name as the incoming call. Charlene tapped it reluctantly.

“Hey Sam.” She said, still half asleep and as politely as she could, given the reluctance to abandon what she had awoken from.

“Char, great! I need a favor.” Samantha replied, forgetting the social grace of a greeting of her own.

“What’s up?” Charlene replied, sitting up and grasping the TV remote to mute the weatherman’s faithful and continuous update.

“The power over here has been flickering on and off a lot recently and I’m really concerned for all the food I have in my freezer if we lose power for good. Do you have room in that spare icebox in your basement?” Samantha enquired with an overly applied sweetness in her voice that she only wore when she needed something really badly.

“Yeah that’s no problem, if you actually feel brave enough to drive over in this in your car.” Charlene answered.

“Normally I wouldn’t be caught dead trying.” Samantha replied. “I’m really not worried about the normal stuff in the fridge. That’s easy enough to replace, but if all this meat I have in the freezer dies I’m out a few hundred bucks.” She explained with obvious concern in her voice.

“Well send me a text then when you’re on your way and I’ll come out and give you a hand.” Charlene answered as she pulled the quilt of her body less than willingly, with the intention of getting off the couch.

“No need; the cars already packed up and I’m heading out the door now. Give me five minutes. Char, you’re the best!” The line clicked dead. Charlene shook her head in amusement. Of all the things she could rely upon in life, death and taxes paled in comparison to Samantha’s uncanny ability to rope Charlene into a plan with the assumption of her agreement. Less than willingly, she peeled her lethargic body from its entrenched place on her sofa, draped her warm quilt back over the rear of the couch and rose to her feet on sleepy legs. They carried her faithfully to her hall closet where she stepped her feet into a pair of unlaced fur lined boots and donned one of David’s winter coats that he had left behind without bothering to pull her hair out of the collar. She caught a glimpse of herself in the foyer mirror. The jacket looked like she had stolen it from a man twice her size and it wrapped more like a thick Gortex cocoon around her body and hung around her shoulders like it was on a clothing hanger three sizes too small. Charlene tucked her face into one of its lapels; it smelled like her son’s musky cologne. The beast within again grumbled as it lay in her depths, dreaming and waiting to be reawakened.

Much to Charlene’s relief, before any further dwelling on her part occurred; her attention was redirected to the pane of glass beside her front door where up the street, a slowly moving and almost entirely snow covered red car was trudging through the deep white winter wasteland towards her house through what could no longer be recognized as a neighborhood. As she opened the front door, a blustery arctic gale struck Charlene square in the face, immediately sapping away more warmth than her body could replenish. Stepping out off her front step she sank almost to her hips and began making her way through the frozen swamp that her yard had become to the street where Samantha was pulling up. Her car crunched to a halt and the engine died off as though relieved to be through an ordeal.

“I made it!” Samantha sprang from the driver’s side, her hands held aloft her head triumphantly and she began to dance in the heavy snow like a victorious boxer after a grueling match. “You’re a life saver Char!” She chimed, pointing at Charlene like she was a savior as she rounded her vehicle in heavy high steps until she came at last to the shallow side of her trunk where the snow was worn down by the force of her car. “It’s really not that much I promise!” She added as she clicked her key fob, popping the truck open to reveal four rather heavy looking brown paper bags packed to the brim with sealed freezer bags.

“It’s fine Sam; I’m happy to help.” Charlene assured her as she labored to make her own way to the trunk where Samantha thankfully loaded both her arms with one bag each before attempting to underarm two of her own and coaxing the trunk shut with her elbow after several tries. The walk back felt treacherous as the pair tried to use the deep foot prints Charlene had made on the way out. After freezing nearly to death in several failed attempts to work her front door open, she and Sam sighed in mutual appreciation for the house’s warmth. Their shoes squeaked against Charlene’s polished hardwood foyer floor leaving wet dragging footprints as they wound around the kitchen towards the basement.

“So… How are ya holding up?” Sam asked as they descended the creaky wooden steps into the dark damp smelling lower floor. Without warning, excitement swelled out of Charlene’s lips.

“David called me not too long ago!” She chimed back, realizing that the answer sounded more elated than she would have liked. “The storm forced the ski lodge to close and he’s on his way home!”

“In this?!” Samantha stammered, her voice cracking under the strain of the load of paper bags she was hauling in her weakening arms. “That’s insane! It’ll take him hours to get that car through the storm. He’d be better off finding a motel for the night.” She grunted in relief as her feet found the steadier cool concrete floor at the base of the stairs.

“I know. I’m worried about it too.” Charlene admitted despite her enthusiasm. “But at least when he gets here we can talk and…” She huffed as she set her load on the floor and panted away her racing heart beat. “…we can talk and get a handle on this.” She concluded with one last heavy breath before pulling open the lid of the storage cooler. Samantha plopped the remaining bags down beside Charlene’s set and accounted her friend cautiously.

“Char…” She began nervously, clearly uncertain as how to approach her next question. “Say the two of you talk, and you convince each other that continuing this… relationship if that’s what you want to call it, isn’t in either of your best interests. What then?” Charlene began to pull meat from the bags and set it into the freezer quietly contemplating her friend’s question. “Do you really think it will all just go back to the way it was?” Samantha probed harder as she began to empty items into the fridge as well.

“Part of me wishes it all would.” Charlene sighed. “I don’t have to tell you what a mess this has all made of me.” She added as she crushed an empty paper bag down and started in on the next one.

“But if you could rewind and go back; change things… would you?” Sam asked.

“In my right mind I would say yes, absolutely!” Charlene replied flatly. “But that’s the problem. Whenever I think of David now I know I’m not in my right mind.”

“Someone else is doing the thinking huh?” Sam asked, staring down at Charlene’s waist with a click of her tongue. Her friend rolled her eyes at the crude remark.

“Something like that.” Charlene replied and then stopped her work to stand up and stare forward silently. “Or nothing like that.” She added in confusion. “When I think about David now, yes obviously it’s arousing.” She tried to explain. Samantha grinned and nodded in agreement. “But the more I let it affect me the more I start to think it’s something else too.”

“Meaning?” Samantha huffed as she lifted a rather large piece of freeze dried meat into the freezer.

“I get… warm.” Charlene began as she placed her hand over her stomach. “I feel light and tingly. My heart starts pounding and…” Charlene went on absentmindedly putting words to her unresolved feelings before Samantha stood and placed a hand on her arm.

“Char? Are you in love with David?” She asked with a tone of concern.

“What?!” Charlene spat in a raised voice. “Of course not!”

“Um, it sounds to me like you are. I mean it’s been a while for me and all but last I checked, that’s what you feel like when you’re falling in love.” Samantha countered. Charlene stared back at her in disbelief. The mere idea was nonsensical.

“Sam, seriously. He’s my son!” Charlene countered.

“Last I checked, that excuse hasn’t gotten in your way a whole lot.” Samantha shrugged. Charlene watched in dumbfounded silence as her friend nonchalantly continued to empty meat into her freezer.

“Alright this conversation is over!” She demanded angrily. “I have no idea what I actually feel and I don’t appreciate your label for it.” Charlene stated menacingly. Samantha backed up with her hands raised in surrender.

“Char, I’m sorry. Look I’m not trying to tell you what you feel. I call it how I see it. My aim was off, that’s all.” She apologized. Charlene’s enflamed countenance faded slightly back to its normal appearance. Samantha looked terrified and ashamed. Charlene wondered if she had involuntarily come across sterner than she had intended. Her best friend looked like a child that had just realized she had crossed a line with a parent.

“No, I’m sorry.” Charlene dissolved into shame. “Sam, I really have no idea what I feel that’s all.” She tried in vain to explain. As she stood there a moment staring at her friend hopelessly, a frightening sort of sense evolved out of Samantha’s accusation. Charlene shrugged it off forcefully, not wishing to give the idea any more substance. “Do you want some coffee?” She finally asked, elated when Samantha nodded appreciatively, hoping that the subject was closed. The pair ascended the steps sluggishly, taking the folded paper bags back up with them.

“What’s on TV?” Samantha asked tilting her head towards the living room as she followed Charlene into the kitchen.

“Nothing. I was just watching the weather this morning; keeping track of the storm.” Charlene explained as she fished through the cupboard for a pair of clean mugs. “If you haven’t got anywhere to be for a while you can always skim through the channels and find something for us to watch. That is of course if you don’t mind unearthing your car later and I haven’t completely scared you away yet.”

“Char I’m fine. It was my fault. Anyhow I doubt there’s much to watch. I was trying to find something on while I was home and I couldn’t, but what the Hell. I’ll see to the television; you get the coffee.” Sam schemed, seeming a bit lighter in her speech now that the last embers of her friends anger were quenched. Charlene simply nodded in agreement as she added creamer to her own mug while her friend turned on her heals towards the living room kicking off her heavy boots in the end of the foyer as she went.

“In love with David indeed…” Charlene suddenly thought as the notion came flooding back into her mind. She stopped what she was doing with a heavy sigh and stared forward at the cabinet door before her as though it would answer any of the volumes of questions that were surfacing in her head. The possibility that she was even less in control of her emotions than she was of her body made her feel impossibly weak. All of David’s life she had loved him, but with a mother’s love; the love that nurtured him, protected and guided him into adulthood to the best of her ability. The notion that it was at all possible that her love for him had changed so drastically, all because of what Charlene wanted to attribute to a poorly aimed sexual vulnerability, seemed utterly ridiculous. Yet as Charlene tried to shrug off the sensitivity she felt inside when David came to mind, Samantha’s accusation seemed to support more weight. She felt as hopelessly juvenile as a teenager, falling madly in love with the first boy she believed would give her his heart in exchange for her body. It wasn’t a pleasant feeling at all. After finishing up both heated concoctions, she slipped her frozen feet out of her own wet boots and left them in the kitchen.

Samantha was dutifully channel surfing as Charlene entered the living room with the two hot coffee mugs that would ward off the chill in their bones. She sat beside her friend and silently stared forward at the screen, oblivious to what was on it as her brain tackled what it clearly considered more important questions. Samantha grabbed Charlene’s trusty quilt and tossed it over the both of them before snuggling herself into a cozy place.

“Could I be in love? Is it possible? What’s wrong with me?!” She thought. Her mind grappled with the questions one after the other, each seeming to lead back into the next in an endless loop of brain numbing repetition.

“Do I get one of those?” Samantha asked, breaking Charlene’s train of thought abruptly. She laughed and handed Samantha’s coffee to her and went back to staring forward. “Are you ok Char?” Samantha asked after accounting for Charlene’s silence a moment.

“I was thinking about what you said in the basement.” Charlene confessed before giving her attention to her own cup with a shallow sip. The coffee penetrated her body richly, fighting away an approaching shiver. Samantha looked back at her with sorrow in her eyes.

“Char, I didn’t mean anything bad by it.” Sam recoiled, her body languge becoming defensive in preparation for more arguement.

“No I know you didn’t.” Charlene sighed, finally making eye contact. “It’s just on my mind now. What if I am?” She asked mournfully.

“What if you are… what? In love with David?” Samantha repeated, easing forward with caution. “Well, damn Charlene I have freaking clue. Certainly would put a spin on things wouldn’t it?” She answered.

“Meaning?” Charlene asked as she sipped her coffee and set it back down on the table before her, discarding it as still being too hot for her tastes.

“Well I mean, before it was just sex. If you think you’re in love, are you looking for some kind of relationship with him?” Samantha reasoned cautiously, obviously not wanting to enflame her friends rage again. Charlene didn’t take the bait and just stared forward again, trying to still the beating of her heart which had begun to build in intensity.

“No.” She finally answered flatly. “No I’m not. Or yes… damn it Sam, I really have no clue what I’m thinking or what to do or…” She rambled helplessly. Samantha reached out, gingerly placing her hand on Charlene’s thigh.

“It’s not like you have to figure all this out right now Char.” She offered, setting her own mug down on the coffee table beside Charlene’s before addressing her further. “That’s the whole point of talking to David when he gets home right? To straighten out your thoughts?”

“And decide where it goes from here.” Charlene added with closure.

“Exactly. So for now, shut up and relax. You’re going to give yourself an aneurism.” Sam lectured. “Let’s just watch some TV and; well maybe not cause there is really nothing at all on worth watching.” She grumbled as she tapped through the channels in defeat. Charlene chuckled in amusement.

“Try ‘on-demand’.” She suggested as she rolled her head from side to side, sighing in relief as it cracked. “I really don’t care so whatever you pick is fine.”

“Well now. What’s this?” Samantha’s voice chimed merrily, breaking Charlene’s moment of peace. On the screen read the heading, ‘recently viewed’, and beneath it the words, ‘Horny Moms 2′. Charlene cocked her head slowly over to Samantha, regarding her amused playful look with distain.

“David.” She answered flatly. “I’m pretty sure that’s what I caught him watching that first morning.”

“Scene of the crime huh?” Samantha grinned. “Well why don’t we just have a little peek.” She added enthusiastically as she scrolled the cursor on the screen down over the movie title.

“Oh God Sam, really?” Charlene protested. “Surely there’s something else on actually worth watching.”

“What? It’s just good fun. Besides, like I said, I was channel surfing before I called you and there really isn’t anything worth watching; even you saw that!” Samantha said, discarding her friend’s disapproval. “Plus…” She added after a moment’s thought. “It might help you get in David’s head a little; see what he likes… and, you could probably use something to fuel whatever happens tonight.” She chimed with a playful bump of her elbow into Charlene’s ribs.

“Owe!” She protested again and reached out to try to snatch the remote from Sam. “David and I are going to talk tonight and nothing more until we do.” She shot back.

“And I hardly need any help fueling my desires.” She thought as she tried again to grab the remote in vain.

“Ugh-uh.” Sam muttered flatly. “You said whatever I wanted to watch, and besides; ‘Horny Moms 2′?” She continued to poke fun. “How can you resist?” Samantha laughed out loud. Charlene simply shook her head in reply.

“Too bad…” Samantha’s voice rang back. “You need to lighten up anyhow. Now, shall we pick up where David left off or start from the beginning?”

“Whatever…” Charlene groaned, now a bit at odds with her suggestion that Samantha stick around for coffee. Nearly oblivious in her annoyance to Sam’s observation that David had only gotten ten minutes into the porno, she rolled her eyes as her friend opted to pick up from the moment Charlene had caught her son masturbating and pushed play on the remote control. The load screen scrolled its status bar only a moment before the screen lit up to exactly where Charlene remembered it being before David had turned it off.

A mature looking but gorgeous brunette woman that Charlene decided instantly was right around her age was bent over on all fours. Beneath her a younger girl, probably only in her mid twenties lay in perfect position to lather her tongue against the older porn stars vagina while a young man, near the age of the girl on the floor groaned pierced the mature beauty with a cleanly shaven and handsome looking cock. In spite of herself, Charlene felt the warm rush of her blood rising to the surface of her pale skin.

“Well well well…” Samantha teased as she looked Charlene over. “I do believe someone’s blushing.”

“Shut up.” Charlene groaned, rolling her eyes but they found themselves fixed back on the screen almost immediately.

“Well I can’t blame you. That’s fucking hot!” Sam remarked as she too looked back to the television. Charlene stared at the trio intently, listening to the endless cries of pleasure the girls emitted as the younger man grunted like some silly ape above them.

“I never understood porn.” Charlene finally said after a few minutes. “The guys all have great bodies, but ugly faces and the women don’t sound real. They just scream and moan because it’s what gets guys off.” She added with all the seriousness of a stern debate. Samantha turned her head and gave Charlene the look one would expect had she said something naive.

“You’re right, you don’t get it.” She stated flatly. “Char its fantasy. It’s people fucking. Who cares what they say or how they sound. Next you’re going to tell me the lighting is bad or the backdrop looks staged. You’re paying attention to the wrong things. Look at them.” She pointed to the screen. Charlene looked back in time to see the two girls rolling away from the young man. Eagerly they had risen to their knees before him; their hands cupping their breasts and their tongues out like panting dogs as the man jacked extremely fake amounts of semen into their faces.

“Oh come on!” Charlene complained as though she were a film critic. “Now that’s just nonsense. I have never met a man who came that much. It’s all fake!” She whined. Samantha shook her head quietly.

“Of course it’s fake. Who cares? Char it’s porn. It’s hot slippery guilt free fantasy. You watch it, you get off and you’re done with it!” Sam shot back, defending the movie as the scene faded to black around the two women licking the sperm off each other’s faces, as though any woman had actually ever done anything so crude in real life.

“Oh yeah? I don’t see you over there getting off so what’s the point of this?” Charlene looked at Sam out of the corner of her eye. Her friend smiled sheepishly and turned her head back to the screen as a new scene in the film came up.

“Right. Like you wouldn’t completely freak out if I just dropped my pants and went to town on myself.” Samantha chided.

“Even you aren’t that uninhibited.” Charlene replied under her breath as she surveyed the screen. Another woman near her age was lying out by a pool, sunbathing topless. In the background a young man no more attractive than the last was pretending to check the waters chlorine levels. Charlene rolled her eyes again, mentally predicting exactly how the scene was going to play out.

“Well I don’t see you doing anything either.” Samantha replied, glaring at Charlene despite probably knowing how empty the argument was given Charlene’s initial reluctance to watch the movie at all. Charlene didn’t reply and just gazed forward. Samantha stared at her so hard she could feel her eyes in the corner of her peripheral vision. “Alright, fine.” Samantha huffed and after leaning forward enough to set her mug on the coffee table, reached under the quilt and began to wiggle around. Charlene watched Sam rummage for a moment before her jeans hit the floor at the base of the couch in a heavy flop.

“What are you doing?!” Charlene demanded as the sudden motion tore her eyes from the older woman who already had the man’s cock buried in her mouth.

“What does it look like?” Samantha replied as she suddenly whipped her pants out from under the quilt and tossed them carelessly on the coffee table nearly missing their drinks.

“No you aren’t!” Charlene shouted in amazement, her eyes fixed on her friend whose face suddenly flushed with arousal.

“Oh yes I am!” Samantha moaned as her head rocked back. “Take a good look Char. This is how you’re supposed to watch a porno.” She gasped as she tensed up and then relaxed with a heavy sigh of pleasure. “What’s the big deal anyhow? I’ve got the blanket over me; it’s not like you can see what I’m doing.”

“What you’re doing next to me!” Charlene retorted in frustration. “Under my blanket. On my couch!” She added raising her voice.

“Would you calm down?!” Samantha groaned as she stared forward at the television with the glazed eyes of lust. “I’ve still got my panties on. Your couch is fine…” Her words dissolved into a heavy gasp of pleasure. Charlene stared at her in bewilderment as the realization that Samantha had never been all that met the eyes sank in to the fullest that she could fathom.

“I can’t belive you.” Charlene huffed and turned her head back to the screen where the woman was now squatting over the young man’s hips, spearing herself down on his cock with rapid bounces. Beside her, Samantha continued to groan as she masturbated without regard to Charlene’s presence.

“You know you’d be a lot less uptight if you’d just join me.” She moaned.

“Not gonna happen.” Charlene retorted as she fidgeted to her left to blatantly put distance between herself and Sam. As she wiggled over however she became aware that she had grown severely wet despite her discontent.

“Fine…” Samantha replies dismissively. “Be a prude. I’m sure David will love you for that.” Samantha stabbed. Charlene slashed her eyes across Samantha with a furious glare.

“I am not a prude!” She shouted. Samantha abandoned her self-gratification and turned her body to face Charlene’s fiery stare.

“Yeah? Prove it then. Take your pants off.” She challenged. “This got David off, it’s sure as Hell gonna work for me if you shut up long enough…” She stated with agitation. “You’re the only one so far who isn’t enjoying it so I’m calling you out. You say you’re not a prude; prove it!” She demanded and then turned back towards the screen and groaned heavily as she sank her hand back into her underwear.

Charlene glared at her speechlessly. On the television, the woman was laying face down over a yoga ball that had mysteriously come out of nowhere as her young lover plowed into her from behind. Charlene however could only gaze in wonder at Samantha who despite the intensity of her recent argument had relaxed back into her efforts and was breathing heavily while she watched the movie and masturbated.

“You have no right to judge me.” She finally whispered at her friend. Samantha rocked her head to the side to regard Charlene who now was feeling more hurt than anything.

“Char, if you don’t learn to let go of yourself sexually, how do you expect this thing with David is going to play out?” She asked with a perfectly serious tone. Charlene felt stunned at the sincerity of the question. Without knowing why her hands moved of their own accord under the blanket. Samantha raised an eyebrow at her friend curiously as she offered a sly grin. Charlene stared back at her as she hooked her thumbs into the waist band of her yoga pants and raised her bottom off the sofa.

“Keep going.” Samantha encouraged. Charlene swallowed hard and began to press the fabric down until it slid past her hips to her knees. She paused, watching Samantha’s reaction which had become extremely fixated in her direction. Like a child knowing she was doing something wrong, Charlene cautiously pushed the flimsy pants over her knees and let them fall to the floor at her feet before kicking them out onto the floor under the table. “Almost there…” Samantha teased, urging her to continue. Charlene’s heart was beating at nearly debilitating pace as she ran the palm of her hand up her thigh and hooked her fingers under the edge of her thong. The second they touched the delicate throbbing flesh of her labia, Charlene shut her eyes and gasped out in pleasure. “That’s my girl!” Samantha giggled as she turned back to the television to watch the woman on scene gyrate forward forcefully each time the man sank his cock into her.

Charlene moved her fingers slowly over the slippery outer surfaces of her sex. She was far wetter than she had believed and her love channel opened in a delicious spasm, ready to except penetration. Her eyes darted between the television and Samantha who was herself, completely engrossed once again into pleasuring herself. The creature inside her growled for attention and as if to quench the fire it was breathing inside her loins, Charlene sank her fingers deeply inside herself.

“Oh God!” She gasped as her vagina twitched and clenched down on her probing fingers. Beside her Samantha groaned heavily, as if feeding her mounting lust with Charlene’s. Something about her friend so aware of her vulnerability made Charlene’s sex ignite. Feverishly she began to rock her fingers in and out of her pussy, adding her other hand into her panties to run her fingers over her clit. Charlene began to forcibly gyrate in place.

“Easy there sweetie. There’s still a lot of movie left.” Samantha teased as she pulled the quilt down into her lap. Charlene gazed in wonder as Sam used her only free hand to lift her blouse up over her braless, milky white breasts. Her nipples were flush and hard as she seized one in her finger tips, groaning heavily as she tweaked it from side to side. In her heightened hormonal state Charlene stared at them in wonder. “You can touch them if you want to.” Sam cooed as she shot her friend a sideways glance of devilish playfulness. Without thinking, Charlene pulled her moist fingers from her clit and reached out with a trembling hand. Samantha giggled and caught it in her own tenderly and placed it over her breast. Charlene squeezed gently, instantly transported back to her early college years of bisexual experimentation. Samantha’s back arched as she moaned heavily at Charlene’s touch. “Oh that feels nice…” She whispered as Charlene rolled her friends erect nipple between her shaking fingertips.

Charlene glanced back at the screen. The scene had dramatically changed. The mature lustful beauty on the television had been pulled into the pool but was leaning over the edge with her legs dangling in the water. Behind her, the young man was playfully slapping her ass with his erection. Charlene felt her inner muscles contract more tightly around her fingers, which at this point had begun to move as though their actions were as involuntary as blinking. Charlene reached across Sam’s gorgeous chest and clasped her fingers tightly around her other breasts which mashed plumply into her palm as sweetly as the first had.

“Bet you anything he’s gonna take her in the ass.” Samantha suddenly commented as she stimulated herself far more obviously under the quilt. Charlene stared intently at the screen to see that true to her friend’s prediction, the woman had reached back behind her and was now spreading her cheeks apart in her hands as the young man positioned the head of his cock against the tight puckering entrance to her rectum. Charlene’s eye widened in a rich mixture of excitement and wonder as the camera closed in on the woman’s ass opening up around the swollen mushroom head of the invading penis, allowing it effortless entry into her sucking anus. “That’s so fucking hot!” Sam cried out as she tightly gripped the breast that Charlene wasn’t fondling and began to stimulate her vagina so forcefully that the quilt over her lap drifted off her slender silky legs and onto the floor leaving both friends extremely more exposed to each other. Charlene stared down at Samantha’s finger filled panties. They were a lacy off white and soaked through. The heavy grunts of pleasure escaping the female porn stars mouth pulled her gaze back to the screen to see the young man pounding into her; the pool water around his hips splashing loudly.

“Incredible…” Charlene whispered as she watched the fullness of the man’s erection vanish and reappear from his co-star’s asshole in rapid deep movements. “I don’t know how she does that.” She added breathlessly as she pulled her hand from Samantha’s breast and used it to keep her panties to one side as she fingered herself vigorously.

“What? You mean you never…” Samantha began, her own voice almost unintelligible amidst her desperate moans of pleasure.

“I tried once…” Charlene stammered as the furious pleasure in her womb screamed at her for more. “… Back in high school. Didn’t end well!” She gasped as she found herself once again staring back down to her side at Samantha’s hand manipulating her sex under her panties. Taking notice of the attention, Samantha smiled and paused, only long enough to pull her panties completely off her legs before she spread them widely, draping one over Charlene’s knee before returning her fingers back to the devotion of her completely shaved vagina.

“Better?” She mused as she stared over at Charlene with her lower lip in her teeth. Charlene didn’t answer with anything more than a deeply appreciative nod. “Good… now what were you saying?” She asked as she turned her head back to the furious anal sex that continued on the television. Charlene, extremely tantalized with the silky feel of Sam’s draped leg on her thigh, tugged her panties further to the side to offer reciprocation as best as she could. Samantha looked down at her friends more revealed vagina and licked her lips with a giggle.

“I have no idea…” Charlene panted as she pinched her clit between her slippery fingers.

“Something about high school…” Samantha replied, her voice ripe with amusement.

“Oh…” Charlene panted. “I was saying that I tried it with a boyfriend and it didn’t work. He wouldn’t fit and it hurt; haven’t tried since.” She explained. The scene on camera had changed again. The man was now lying with his legs hanging down into the pool. The woman was riding him, his cock still buried deeply into her rectum as she planted her hands on his chest to support her movements.

“You should try with David.” Samantha moaned, pulling Charlene’s attention from the screen again to the gorgeous woman beside her so carelessly pleasuring herself.

“Yes let’s just let my son know how much of a whore his mother has become lately.” Charlene thought although the damage the suggestion had done had already redirected her thoughts to shamelessly bending over and offering her anus to her son’s throbbing cock.

“I’d be too afraid. He’s too big.” She replied instead as she attempted to redirect her thoughts from the invading fantasy by looking at the delightful mess her best friend was making between her legs. Samantha’s fingers were keeping her vaginal lips spread wide as she rapidly ran her other hand over her clit in elated ecstasy. She was staring at Charlene again, using her desire to feed her own as her eyes seemed to read Charlene’s mind.

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